my love does it good

Jackson’s eyebrows raised as Corey entire body glowed like a beacon in the night. It’s not the first time he’d see this- god knows getting Corey to the point of glowing during sex was rather a goal for Jackson pretty much every time-  but honestly seeing out in the wild it was…different, intense and all round frankly a interesting sign of what his words had done to the other demi-god.  It’s hard to not see it as another aspect of just how beautiful Corey was,  of that bright red hair and distracting smile, of that warm light inside Corey escaping to entrance the world with that utterly love Corey seemed to have for so many people.

“Cor…” Those tears seemed just as bright on Corey’s cheeks as he started to cry and for a moment Jackson almost got up and wanted to calm the other but before he could the other dropped down to his level and those hands slid around his body.  A bright smile appeared on Jackson’s face at that simple “yes”.  God he couldn’t imagine the boy sitting all along in that foster home looking at him now- knowing that all that bullshit and crap he’d have to put up with though the years would lead him to this point. To this man. To being the person that Corey wanted.

“Hey,  hey, I’m never gonna leave you again, all right? You’re gonna be my husband.” he teased, pressing his lips against the crying cheeks as his own hands wrapped around the glowing man as he pressed the other against his body and kissed down the others jawline to the others lips .

“You have me. You’ll have me forever, all right? With a ring on your finger to prove it.” Hell, Jackson wished he had one right now. There was properly one of the guys who could make one right? The son of Hephaestuscould properly make them some shiny, nice wedding bands if they asked.

Corinth didn’t have much. He came into this world lucky to even have life. All he’d come with was one other person. To lead and hold him. Teach him the beauty of this world. ... But there was nothing, nothing, in his mortal power he could do to keep her. No matter how many dreams he squandered, how much money he earned and spent, no matter his nights spent begging for mercy. Pleading. This was a pain no one else had ever known about Corinth.

That was what made the loss of Jackson Smith--the missing promise of this eternity--so immensly crushing. That was what made this want, question, promise... change everything in Corinth Brooks’ life. That past, that pain, it would never repeat itself. Never again.

Corinth didn’t have much... as a person, even a god... but he had Jackson. What else... mattered? The redhead squeezed his eyelids together, trying to quell the tears back, but all of this came crashing down on him only harder because of what Jackson said to him. The... reassurance. An assurance he’d never had in either life. Jack had truly given him all he ever needed. All he truly wanted as a weak nobody.

He glowed like a beacon in the night, no longer lost in these arms while the world around them faded to black, God, he wanted to speak... he wanted to say it all back to Jack, but he was a wreck. If he spoke now, the tears would surely double. “I-I love you...!” His face contorted and he hid it against Jack’s collar. Body rattling with each forced sniff. “I love you so much...” Cor wished Jackson knew the depths of this love, but didn’t he? Corinth was too hard on himself--when he’d given his life and purpose if only to save Jackson. To earn just one more second in his glorious presence. “I’m yours, Jack.”

Taking breaths, Cor tried... to right himself and face Jackson again. He was still trembling with ever sniff like a fall leaf barely clinging to it’s graying branch. Knocking the tears from the base of both eyes, he smiles... “I’m sorry... and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like we... had to wait.” Sobering, he felt better now. Expressed. “For a change... I thought it would be best for at least one of us to choose our destiny. Not the other way around.”

Reaching up, Corey admired Jackson’s warm face with both palms, lost in him once more. “You mean everything to me.” The hands slid down and soon found both of Jackson’s to hold between them. “... Are you ready to ascend?”

There’s still that internal little rejection of Corey calling him perfect but it’s long past the days where he’d would outright pull away from such a comment. He knew he was perfect for Corey and that was enough to calm his mind.  “Eh, I’m all right.” Humor danced though Jackson’s voice as he bumped his nose against the others playfully.  Jackson just sinks into that kiss with the shorter boy, adoring the feeling of those lips against his as he kissed slowly and indulgent wanting to feel every second of the boy now that they were alone from the others friends.  He’s almost chasing the other for another kiss when it finally ends  but instead he’s just going to smile at that pure exuberance on Corey’s face.   

Honestly meeting the friends was a hallmark of any relationship but..well, this time round it had simply taken longer than normal yet…well, Jackson was just glad he hadn’t fucked that up.  Like he’d passed some big relationship level between them.  “I had fun too, honestly.” It’s not like Corey had boring friends by any means. They’d been entertaining and open and warm to him- basically a stranger.  

It’s hard to miss the way the other reacts at his words and Jack presses his lips together before he goes to speak before the other gets their first before he glances at the house before back to Corey.  This isn’t exactly how he planned to do it but… “Why wait? Marry me.” He said simply as he stared down at the boy in the cold winter air.  “Marry Me Corey. “ He said again and little more firmly. “The only thing I’m ever sure I want in this world is you. It’s always been you.  You hit me like a god damn lightening bolt. when we met. You’re my north star.  Why are we waiting for it?  You and I have a literal centuries to be together from now on.  Come on..” Jackson paused before he made knelt onto th the snow covered driveway. A hand moving up to brush into Corey’s again. 

“Will you, Son of Apollo.  Do me the honour of binding my soul to yours? To have and to hold, and to make smile every day till the end of the universe takes us both?” He teased as he bit his lower lip. 

“ You’re my other half. You always have been.” 

The rest, what they were, what they’d come from, it all somehow miraculously came to a close once those impossible words were muttered. Impossible... yet not at the same time. Corey didn’t have to walk on eggshells around Jackson, who knew the truth... but there always remained that hint of doubt. Just that, Cor didn’t want to force any part of this life. This destiny. His own life and love. On Jack. That’s what had kept him silent, satisfied, but haunted by a secret longing that before now seemed trivial when compared to what they had regardless.

Did Jackson know this? Had he seen through him?

... The only truth that ever mattered in this life... was that Corinth loved Jackson. Certainly had proven that much--but besides that... the man, his love, made him sing. Even while the sun faded. And Corey knew, Jackson loved him. A proposal didn’t prove this, it was more than that. For Jack to want to write the next chapter of his life with him? ... Corey’s heart was racing and he lit up--literally, skin glowing on account of his body developing a special sort of fever. Fuck, did he look ridiculous? He was practically unaware of what had taken physical effect, because of this feeling. And that’s what Jackson had done too him since day one. Feel, intense and free, without compromise.

When Jack said all of that, Corey impulsively wanted to apologize and... maybe cry--why wait? Why had he waited this long, really? Why couldn’t he be brave like Jack right now? ... In his heart he’d known that to wait was right. This... this future, it should be Jackson’s choice, completely. And... he was Jackson’s choice. “Babe... oh my god.” Centuries together. He bit his lip and swallowed back tears that threatened him. To become Corinth, lord of the sun, meant nothing if Jackson’s glory hadn’t been restored. If he couldn’t stay with him. “P-please...”

He wept, unaware that he was trembling and as a consequence radiating warm light all the more. Corinth fell on his knees before Jackson and came too him, “Please... yes...” His fingers clung across Jackson’s shoulders for dear life. “There’s not a day before me that I can fathom picturing without you there. E-every day, Jack. ... And it’s ours. Stay with me.”

“ Or made it better.”  Jack shot back with a little wiggle of his eyebrows before he took that kisse easily enough. He was tempted to make it deeper, to put on a bit of a show but it was still Corey’s night. So instead he simply returned that same firmess and cupped the redhead’s neck, his thumb trailing down the others jawline even as those ooohs and awws danced around them.  Jack just shot Cory’s friends a bright, teasing smile as he sat back in his chair as he enjoyed that bright blush on his boyfriends face. “Oh, I’d love some.”  If only to be supportive of his blushing, adorable boy. 

Jackson helped out where he could with the rest of the night, being charming and playful with Corey’s old friends and even doing the dishes after it was all done.  He’d hopefully made the impression that Corey had a partner that cared for him. Because, well, that’s exactly what he had.  Jack followed his boyfriend out into the cold before he chuckled at the others words. His hand reaching up to curl around the edge of the garage before he tugged it down to a close with a little bit of effort. Jack even grunting a bit as it finally closed. “ Guess it just missed you.” Jackson countered lightly as he stood up and brushed off his hands to wave at a few of the last guests as they vanished. 

“You have a good night?” because ultimately, that’s what mattered to Jackson. 

A kiss like that in such a crowded room was like the big bang; powerful. Defining a true new start of something beautiful. Even while Jackson remained the beloved mortal Corinth met that first day, the guy wielded and energy far beyond that of the gods. Something of his own. ... Incredible. Corey supposed it was his heart. He wondered if all the other’s could see this in his lover too. The exhilaration of kissing like this left Corinth buzzing, pondering, longing for the moment hey could share such a pact at the end of an aisle together. Dessert tasted sweeter than usual because of this and Jack’s ability to play the perfect gentleman hardly went unnoticed.

Not that Corey expected or demanded any of it from Jack, but his want to volunteer warmed the heart of Apollo’s child. Now, lord of the sun, arts, and truth of this modern age. His rise to godhood offered no favors in his still near mortal strength--hence the garage door debacle. Cor wouldn’t have it any other way. If he were ‘perfect’, what need would he have for others? This moment, Jack’s heartfelt comment, would never exist for him. Corinth chuckled and gazed up at the now steel wall, “... ‘funny. You put it that way and I guess I missed it a bit too.” Just give him a minute and he’d be over that sentiment!

They stood in the dark cold driveway, the neighborhood windows filled with warm light to match his grandmother’s house. Even while the wind nipped at his nose, Cor knew this was a Thanksgiving for his personal history book. The best. ... He shook his head and smiled, “It was amazing. ... I think grandma would have loved it too.” Reaching for Jackson’s side, Corey embraced this winter chill if only to savor his boyfriend’s heat more. “... I know she would love you.

... She sees how happy you make me.” He rests a hand on Jackson’s cheek. “I hope you had a good night too. In old Greeley, with a bunch of strangers... and me.”

Jack’s smile brighten more than a damn supernova as the other kissed up his cheeks and to his ear.  Corey was exactly his missing part of his life, he had been before he’d even known him. The other boy was undeniably part of his soul, so the little effort to make the other happy- say attending a whole party with a bunch of people he’d never met-  was a small and easy thing to do if it make Corey smile. His shoulder bumped against Corey’s as he settled into that embrace without hesitation. The Demi-God’s head turned as he felt that nose bump against his cheek and his eyes met the others with a  bite of his lip.  It was a insanely dumb analogy but far be it for Jack to ever not pick up what Corey was putting down, at least in a metaphorical sense. “Oh I prefer yours raw and glazed with delicious icing….”  It was quite a skill for Jack to be able to say something so insanely dumb but still make it sound like the hottest dirty talk around as he bumped his nose up against his boyfriends. His partner. His soon to be husband. 

He could tell his words had effected Corey, that easy confession of what Gabe had bought to his mind had easily got a reaction that showed all over Corey’s face if you knew it well enough, if you knew what to look for. And god knows Jack had almost taken a collage degree in Corey’s reactions by this point.  That cute, coy grin and that little glance over at Gabe had Jack’s eyes dancing playfully and a bold smirk on his lips. Jack’s arm might have flexed just a touch as that hand curled around his bicep- if only to tease the other with his muscles.  “Hey, just wanna show your growth sex-skill wise. At this point I’m doing it as a favour.” He countered with a easy laugh though his words.  “ You think that’s bullying him? Wooow.” Jack held up a hand to his chest as if he was terribly, terribly offended before dropping it back to his side. 

But the other was right,  there was no real reason to be jealous of Gabe or Corey’s history of being a heartbreaker  And he knew that, intecutally. Corey had proven again and again that the other person he wanted was Jackson.  Between Asher, Ari and Keaton.  Jackson had always come out on top. And what was some dude from a small town compared to a bunch of literal demi-gods?  Jackson held up their linked hands and pressed a kiss to Corey’s palm. “ Fine,  fine. I’ll be good.” 

“Now you really have spoiled dinner.” Cor snickered with a scrunch of his nose. After Jack nudged up against it, he dipped in for a true kiss--though there were still reigns attached. Not light as a feather, but certainly not heated as it could be. All around, sweet. Afterward, the table voiced their approval with teasing ooh’s and aww’s which made Corinth blush with joy and resume the meal at hand. “Who’s ready for dessert?” His hand never left Jackson’s though.

The dinner party grew thin within the following hour. Each guest taking home their own dish they brought along, making for very little clean up. Corinth’s heart felt... so full tonight. His family home hadn’t felt, well, like home in a very long time. He had these people, the generous dinner, and... of course Jackson to thank for that. Corinth wouldn’t have found this feeling again, let alone the courage to try, without them.

Once the last guest wandered off to their car for the evening, Cor pulled on his heavy coat and gloves. Prepared for the weather that would greet him once he stepped outside to tug down the old, rusted, garage door. “‘give me a hand, Jack?” He grunted. “This fucker is even more stubborn than how I left it.” No surprise. With help, the blasted meter gave and adjusted from it’s crooked alignment to shut close with one last squeak. Corinth breathed out a sigh of relief, and it caught in the air turned to condensation.

“Oooh.” Jackson teased before he smiled at that kiss to his cheek and slid that carret between the others  lips with a faint smile. It was just as crazy to Jackson that he was so simply…content and happy with Corey. So intimate and playful with someone like this. The person Jackson had been before..Corey wouldn’t have ever thought he’d have a boyfriend, a partner and literally a love of his life like this.  Jack’s eyes met Corey’s with a easy smile at this words before he gave a little one shouldered shrug. “Sometimes you just need some time to bake before you turn into the cookies of your life. Or whatever. God knows I was banging dudes left and right back at the bar. Before you. Before I knew what I was missing.” He pointed out with a little easy little squeeze of the others leg. His point was ultimately they had to go though a   journey before they found each other. And, in Corey’s case,  even had to take part of the journey alone to find him again after his little memory wipe.  There was a little drop pf his hand before he was slipping it into Corey’s to give it a squeeze if only to ground himself as much as Corey to the moment they were having. 

There’s a little tilt of his head at the others question and there was an easy chuckle at that tug of his hair as he finally dragged his eyes away from Gabe and let his eyes fall back on his boyfriend.  “You really wanna know what I’m thinking baby?” There was that twinkle in Jackson’s eyes that easily betrayed his naughty,  evil thoughts. There was  a little glance around the party before he leaned back to let his mouth dance next to Corey’s ear, his voice dropping just a touch to take on that deep, sexual tone. “I was just thinking about how hot it would be to make him watch you take my cock again and again. Really show him how you like to be pounded. How you can can take a cock as big as mine like an expert and that he’s never gonna have you again..” He teased, pulling back to meet Corey’s eyes with a little wink. Jackson feeling possessive? It’s more likely than you think. 

Corey laughed toward the cookie analogy, loud enough to hear beyond their warm pod of teases and conversation. Smile radiant as ever, he briskly followed up with a few more affectionate trailing kisses to Jackson’s cheek and then near his ear. Hand curling around to the other shoulder in a lazy embrace. Even now, after all this time, it made Corinth flush to know that against all odds he was considered that special something, someone, Jack was missing. Had... needed. Effortlessly, Jackson seemed to read every god damned thought and sealed this all with a fumbled, then nurturing, hand hold between their legs. Cor returned the embrace without a breath between and kissed Jack’s cheek once more, nudging his nose against the bone. “We’re both a tray of baked cookies then? I always thought you preferred mine raw.” He teased, still finding some humor in the ridiculous analogy.

Jack was like art in motion, honestly. His words like a car crash. Neither one could turn away from, just sit fascinated by it all. Emotions came tumbling, clashing, between it all. Making Corinth’s heart roar to life. Like he’d taken a leap off of a cliff and hadn’t hit the cool deep waters yet. Maybe he never would plunge, settle, maybe he was flying... Cor’s throat was parched by the time Jack had finished the confession. The familiar drag and pulse of his lover’s cock was practically apart of his physiology, psychology, at this point. The heat and excitement that came with it. Jackson said the word, and could put him right there. Where he wanted him. After receiving the sharp wink, Cor wore a bashful grin and without considering his actions also peeked over his shoulder afterward to look at Gabe, who was entirely unaware, from across the table. Corey’s hand at Jackson’s shoulder retracted to curl around his bicep, the other still laced with his lover’s fingers.

“A delivery driver from my hometown? Yeah... I’d say that ship has sailed, babe.” He chuckled, entirely aware that had he not taken that ticket to Olympus he would still be in Gabe’s sorry shoes. The life he shared with Jackson wasn’t glamorous as a millionaires... but their wealth came abundant in every way that counted. In every way Corey cared. “Leave the poor guy alone, you bully.” He nudged, plucking up his sweet tea to sip on.

The others hand along his neck was always nice and intimate. A reminder that he’d move heaven and earth for the boy next to him. And frankly, supporting the other finding his roots again was pretty easy compared to say, a harpy or something.  “Oh? So you’ve always been a greedy boy, going for three or four…plates? Hm? “ There was a tell tale twinkle to Jackson’s eyes that betrayed that the joke was far from about food for either of them.  But hey, he’d see Corey beg for a fresh load when he’d just had one dripping down his chin, so it was a fun thing to bring up, at least in Jackson’s mind.  He could tell he had caught the other off guard but hey, maybe it was reassuring that Jackson wasn’t turned into some stepford wife around Corey’s old friends.  He was exactly who he was, even now. The teasing, playful, dirty sexual Jackson . “I would actually, which is why I asked.” He pointed out, reaching down to bump his shoulders against Corey before taking another bite of his turkey off his fork. 

 Both eyebrows went up as the other mentioned Gabe, his eyes following nod before they landed on the blond with a tilt of his head.  Jackson’s mind was already filled with questions. Was it young love? Was it some hot, one night affair? Did he have a bigger dick than him? Actually scratch that last one, it was impossible. It was tempting to point out that Corey had been something of a heartbreaker even when they’d met. Hell, Ari’s name still floated above them sometimes like some sort of horrible ghost of a relationships past.  “Eh, you were just waiting for the right boy for you.” He said instead as he chuckled as the other took his carrot before picking up his own carrot between his fingers and holding it up to the others lips.  “So, Gabe huh? Good to know.” If only because hey, if he got caught up in a conversation with the guy and it seemed…weird.  He’d have an idea of why. 

Maybe a few years ago, Corinth would have taken offense to being called ‘greedy’, but... well... he knew better now. He had been terrible in the past, there was no denying, and it did stem from his unsatisfactory life which led to a greedy nature towards friendships, hearts, and otherwise. Jack had nurtured a side no one had touched before, so, sure... he was still greedy, but also substantially covered. “Always.” He admitted, at peace with it, but couldn’t ignore the small jump his heart gave. When offered the fresh carrot, Cor kissed Jack’s cheek before accepting it between his lips and teeth. It was so nice... to share intimate moments like this without tension in the room. Everyone seemed happy.

Corinth could smell the dinner before them, but remnants and traces of smoke and drink coming off of Jackson’s skin. Boozy but homey in their own strange, modern way. While the redhead admired his raven haired lover, he clearly noticed the sharp, knowing, point of Jackson’s dark puppy dog eyes. Peering over in that exact direction. What was he thinking? Cor had to wonder... Reason #3418 why Jack would forever fascinate him and leave him guessing. “Yeah...” He somewhat beamed toward that idea, biting his lip, “I guess I was figuring myself out too.” Corey had ‘played the field’, that’s for sure, but it was a fun way to pass the time. Discovering himself though had come in waves; what he deserved, wanted, needed. What could push him--wow, Jackson truly was responsible for his sexual and romantic reawakening.

“’Good to know’?” Cor opened his eyelids a bit more, grinned and harmlessly tugged on a lock of dark hair from the back. He knew there was more too this. “Really, what are you thinking?” He might ask if Jack felt intimidated... but that would be fucking laughable and, honestly, unheard of.

It was strange for Jackson, and there was no real way to deny it. He supported Corey coming back here and reconnecting with his old life. The only issue really was that Jackson hadn’t exactly had that life before he went to the camp. Sure, he’d worked his bar-life before and even during his little “exile” from the camp.  He’d never been someone who formed long lasting relationships. More of a “push them away first before you get hurt” sort of person. So it was a bit of a experience to see, at least while he was at Corey’s side, all those people who had stories of the redhead from years before he met him.  Or intimate little jokes between them.   It was a window in to Corey’s life he’d didn’t have before now and..well, he was grateful for that. 

Jackson still laughed and smiled though the whole event, even with that little part of him that felt out of place at the party. He still managed to charm most of Corey’s old friends, be curious enough about each and every one of them, and about who Cory was to them to make an impression.  When people asked what he did, he simply said ‘ I’m a bartender. Or was, we’re on the road. So you know..” And that was that.  Helpfully, he got enough comments from Corey’s old friends to get the impression they rather approved of him being Corey’s boyfriend and possible husband. Which..well, was a gold star in Jackson’s book. 

“I’m good, baby boy. “ Jackson said, giving a little wave as if the other didn’t need to worry about him at this party. Even if he appreciated that Corey was, in face, checking up on him. The last thing he wanted to do was deprive Corey of the time to reconnect with so many people.  His body leaned back against the short boys with a little hum. “So I gotta ask. How many members of the band did you fuck?” He’s teasing though, deflecting from the others question as his eyes danced over at the other. 

A pair of socialites, a lot went unsaid in situations such as this. Corey had no idea if Jack was simply playing a part in order to be supportive, but... if that was the case, he at least felt grateful. Immensely. Jackson had always taken care of himself in a sense, so Cor knew he truly didn’t need to micromanage or something. He smiled as Jack found a breath to address him in return. While the love of his life spoke, Corey’s hand adjusted so his fingers could trace the nape of Jack’s neck affectionately and soothingly. Maybe, it was his silent way of thanking Jack for coming this far and being here with him. “Good, good. I’m already full and I haven’t finished my second plate--I remember burning through three or four back in high school.” He lightly chuckled, amazed how so much had changed,

Thank god it had.

The question caught him off guard, but only in the way Jackson could. He laughed again, defusing any remaining nerves. Hell, if it were a question Jack wanted to shout in the room, this was certainly the crowd to find humor in it. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased in return, looking Jack over while wearing a fond grin. After a breath of consideration, Cor decided to appease his lover a bit, “Gabe... once.” The redhead nodded in the guys direction. A blond, and probably more a 7 or 8 to a 10. Jack being a 10, of course. “The others ended on poor terms.” He frowned, none to proud, stealing a small steamed carrot off of Jack’s plate to eat. “I was a heartbreaker, remember?”

That’s just what Jackson had done for the young musician; revived his self-confidence and worth. Now, when Corey sat across from old classmates, bandmates, and coworkers alike on that same block he was raised... no haunting doubts or pains lingered. Even at night, he was shining and ready to catch up. Willing to share.

Honestly, his family home had never felt quite so alive since his grandmother’s passing four years ago. After a early morning start taking another leisurely hike, sharing a light lunch, Cor worked on his portion of this friends-giving potluck in the kitchen. Happy to finish early so he could fix the set up and share one last quiet hour with his boyfriend.

After that, it was all action. Familiar faces to Corey arrived with their own dish in hand and soon enough the table was filled corner to corner with traditional and experimental flavors alike. The old ‘band garage’ plated door was pulled open, white Christmas string lights decorated on the inner ceiling to make the ambience that much more warm. All of the instruments had collected dust by now, but... they were sort of meant to be this way.

He was deep in conversation with one of his old coworkers who also jammed with him plenty back then. The guy was a proud father now, baby on one knee as he ate, and girlfriend right beside him. The majority of the party were single creative types, but it was sort of nice not being the only established couple at the table. As much as Cor wanted to catch up... this was just another wondrous holiday to share with Jackson. A guy he knew, but couldn’t get enough of learning more about. What dishes he’d prefer or which guest he’d be most drawn too. Which joke would make him laugh hardest.

“What do you think? Happy so far or do you need some air?” Corinth turned slightly to ask Jack, draping one hand over his boyfriend’s shoulder leisurely. He hoped the day hadn’t been too exhausting or overwhelming. Corey’s cheeks were a touch more red due to the sun they’d soaked in during the hike, and he was partial to the wintertime scruff Jack had allowed to grow in.

It was hard not to smirk around the others cock and even harder not to get damn near lost in wonder at the way the other whispered his name like that, the way it was filled with need and love yet something so damn addictive it was no wonder that Jackson wanted to hear those sounds again, and again to the point of pushing the other to the edge of his limits.  His hand curled around the base of Corey’s cock as he gave a little heated moan back at those pretty sounds of his boyfriend, his name a god damn magic spell falling from Cory’s lips. Jackson can feel that cock hardening between his lips, lengthening and filling him as he bobs his head up and down it, his eyes staring up at Corey’s as he soaks in the sight.   God, Corey is just as divine from this angle. Well he is form *every angle* but he can see the others reactions painted on his face as clear as day, it was something he’d loved about Corey from the moment they met. How open Corey was, how you could read him so damn easily, how you could see the pleasure and pain and need wash painted over his face like it was written in the god damn stars.  Jackson’s eyes fluttered at those next words. Part of him wanted to drop that cock from his lips and declare back that he loved Corey. That he adored him. That he was god damn *perfect*. 

Instead he simply tilted his head back against those fingers as they brushed though his dark locks, a heady moan around the other demi-god’s cock as an answer to those sweet words as his lips slipped every last inch of his boyfriend down his throat and he swallowed around it, his throat milking that sweet, perfect length as his eyes met Coreys. 

The drowzy haze came to swirl in tandem with the pure high of constant need and welling pleasure. Corey stared at Jackson, this divine being, service him like it was natural as breathing. Without the faintest breath of disapproval. Whenever Jack moaned around him at the very base, it would cause a special sort of twist in Cor’s dark brows. A shift of his heels. As if he were about to lift off of the bed sheets. His sunkissed chest rose and fell in time with Jackson’s pressure and ease. Fuck, that mouth was just so hot, flawlessly slick. Cor’s cock honestly couldn’t feel any better.

That was, until Jack met back his caresses with an intense deep dive. Enough to press chin to balls. Corinth grunted and gasped out, hand whipping up to grip at the pillow corner near his head. “Fuck--!” It was a weak, splendid, exclamation. Instantly, his heart and lungs built to a harsher rhythm while Jackson swallowed him down for a time. “Ahng! ... Ah!” The redhead’s entire body budged toward that mouth, rooted at the hips which melded against Jackson’s lips the longer he pressed. The heat, Jack’s dark and deep gaze, were enough to make Corinth’s chin tilt up against the mattress.

A few more of those, hell maybe even a couple, and Cor’s cock would undoubtedly spill. “Baby...” His eyelids felt heavy, his body flushed now from head to toe, as that slick clench nestled his member down deep. This pleasure, his lover, he was a slave too them. “I can’t...”

Based on this - HERE 

There must have been something in their bloodlines that resonated with Greek gods that hey almost seemed…well, at peace at the Greek Islands. Maybe it was something to do with the fact they were so close to where mount Olympus was possibly that it just simply made their soul sings. 

So maybe that’s why Cory and Jackson were here, Jackson’s body laying out under the sun on a day bed without, as always, a stitch of clothing on.  His cock resting against the side of his leg as he shifted on the bed with a little hum, enjoying the sun beating down on his body as the house they had rented out exited out onto the beautiful beach with crystal clear waters and .sandy white beaches. It was honestly paradise. 

Even if there was no doubt, some quest to do or some beast to slay, at least they were somewhere beautiful and stunning. Right?  Jackson shifted on the daybed as he felt Cory drop down onto it. 

“You want me to get us some drinks or?

Sapphire waters, matching sky and palm trees, all complete with Jackson’s presence. Corey was well aware that this was his idea of heaven. Like so many times before, the moment water touched his skin with his boyfriend every stress or lingering concern faded. They could be happy anywhere, that much was true, but this... this was very nice. Corinth supposed that by blood they were destined to be good old Grecian boys. Perhaps in spirit as well. Free love, beauty, the promise of eternity.

Corinth used both hands to lift himself out of the pool. He’d intended to get out sooner, but was guilty of spending the last ten minutes admiring the love of his life in a natural setting. Without his presence stirring any unnecessary action. Though the very vision of Jackson had stirred up its own within the redhead. He just barely wiped his body down before climbing onto the bed beside Jack. Then, on top of Jack. The cool water dripped off of his equally nude form down across Jack’s warm hips, then stomach, chest, brow as Corinth lowered his body to hover above.

“Later.” He smiled, easy and genuine. Completely at peace though deep in his chocolate brown eyes Jackson would know a flicker of need dwelled inside. Cor smoothed a damp hand from his boyfriend’s right nipple, leaving a wet line all the way down to his sunkissed hip. Should Jack follow the motion, he’d notice Corinth’s cock was hard as a rock. “This is what you get for not dipping in with me.” He teased, “’leave me to admire you from afar. ... You’re so perfect, daddy.” His fingers came back up to loop around Jack’s throat and Cor leaned in to touch his lips against his beloved’s, he then kissed the sweet lower lip, Jack’s chin, before properly delving down to draw out a loving, wanton, kiss.

It’s hard not react to those pretty words and if anything, Jackson’s reaction mirrored Cory’s, that warmth spreading though him in the best way.  The One. If there was one soul in the universe destined to be with his, it’s was 100 percent Corey.  Every cell in his body told him that was true and every god  damn universe in the whole crazy world .There better be a thousand different versions of them together or he’s gonna complain about it.  Jackson smirked as the other seemed to give into what he wanted, what Jackson was craving.  His hand kept up those strokes as he kissed and teased at the others thigh.  

And there it was, finally that permission of Corey giving into him like that. Was it terrible that the fact the other had been so tired and worn out before and yet was giving into another round for him was insanely erotic?  ‘As you wish..” Jackson teased up at Corey as he finally moved his lips up towards that cock before his lips, his tongue teasing up the hardening cock before he slipped it between his lips with a heady groan.  His mouth slipping down the sensitive boys cock as he flicked and teased his tongue along the sides. 

He’d never get sick of the taste of Corey, it was the god damn nectar of the gods.  The feeling of that cock between his lips, those soft, almost *too much* gasps in his ears. Gods knows this is all he wanted for the rest of his life. 

This boy to be his. 

Lulled back in a strange lustful comfort, Cor continued to lazily meet Jackson’s soft hand half way with the twitch and rut of his hips. The wear and tear of yesterday expressed itself in the ache of his cock as it started to stand at attention. Maybe after this one... he’d have to tap out. Too bad Corinth wasn’t the quitter type. He knew, deep down, that even if he couldn’t manage to get it up he’d still be more satisfied with the idea of Jackson using his body. Fucking him. Maybe it was strange, or twisted, but he just adored every bit of Jackson and the power of his attraction, affection, toward him.

It was a rare moment when Corey actually asked to be serviced like this. He knew he should ask for it more... how good it made him feel. Jack made this impossible to deny while hovering and teasing between his strong thighs. Cor just... “M-mmn...” The musician watched his perfect--perfect boyfriend work the half masted cock between his sweet lips. That heat--it could make Corey’s brain melt, “Jack...” He whispered, like a euphoric prayer. As if his entire body had dipped into warm waters. “Jack...” There was no aggression or force in his words. Cor simply wanted every part of his focus to be drunk on Jackson.

How he felt about the other. How excited those deep eyes made him when they locked on. The way, some how, Jackson... could, did, share the same emotions towards him in return. Corey reached his right hand forward to touch Jackson’s mess of deep black curls. Bending his fingers at the ends before pressing the bangs back slightly to admire Jackson’s face completely as the man went down on him. “Nn...” His brows curled in and teeth grit together from the profound sensation and emotion twirling together. Corinth could hardly stand it--”I love you.” The hand let the hair fall to lightly stroke Jackson’s cheek. Vaguely noticing when his member passed through that mouth. All of this hitting him at once made his cock steadily swell to full length inside Jackson. “Baby--fuck... ahh”

Honestly that was properly the worst thing he could have send to Jackson, not only did it feel like a massive achievement, there was a little twitch between Jackson’s legs at that broke,groan filled words. The whole thing of breaking and ruining his boyfriend was a god damn kink of Corey’s own making.  “You think? And here I thought I’d try for five rounds later today…’ He shot back, a dirty promise lingering in his voice as he ran his tongue along his lower lip with a bright smirk. “You can always tap out though. “ Because hey, he knew he couldn’t push Corey that far if he was already “broken.” There was a bright smile at that snicker from his boyfriend and Jackson just bit at his lower lip at the cute, adorable sound of it. It was easy to admit that the whole title was credulous, even if it got Jackson feral when it came to sex.  Still it was one thing for Corey to say it and another thing entire for Jackson to say it. 

His eyes flicked up to meet Corey’s as he saw the sleepy boy finally admit defeat when it came to sleep. That alone was a victory here,  even if he knew he’d let the boy sleep the day away later if he wanted too. A little bit of selfless to balance his current greedy mood.  There was a soft smile at that pretty swear word dropping from his beloved boyfriends lips as his hand moved up to brush along the redheads thighs.  “You’re prefect.”  It was a childlish, easy comeback but Jackson felt it with every inch of his soul.  Jackson’s head lowered to brush along the others bare thigh, pressing a kiss against the tanned skin. “I do. Every day from now to eternity.”  Jackson promised the other, even if he didn’t need it. That trademark mix of seriousness and sexuality floating though Jackson as lowered a hand to curl around the base of the others cock.  His lips trailing down greedily till he was face to face with the others cock, a hand stroking it to get it harder as he shifted his other hand to tease up the others body, pushing over those smooth abs and slender sides of Corey. 

Jackson’s own cock was already hard between his legs, thick and intimidating as ever as he shifted his legs to let it hang hard between his legs. “Damn, baby..” 

Corey blushed and tried his best not to grin--which was impossible whenever Jackson’s eyes met with his own. Feeling a warm hand dance across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and hearing such unbelievable words slip out between them. Only between them could such pretty little confessions... be honest. Trustworthy. A light groan creeped out from the redhead’s throat once Jackson’s lips latched onto his skin. Gentle for a start. The blush from earlier grew three fold toward the promise of eternity. Corinth’s heart sang. “I love you, Jack.” He said in return, heartfelt and tender despite his ease into consciousness. “The most. ... You’re everything too me. ... The one.”

He bit lightly at his lower lip and budged his hips slightly. Moments before, getting hard seemed unfathomable--but, somehow... Jackson knew just what to say. Do. To put Apollo’s son under such a spell. “The only one...” He whispered, fingers curling into the pillow beneath him while he breathed and focused. Just enough. Relaxed and let Jackson work his member expertly. “F-fuckin’...” Corinth pushed out a deep breath, his stomach flexing and shoulders falling in effect. “suck me off...”

Part of him almost wanted to let Corey slip back into that dreaming state- he had rather pushed him quite far the night before but…well, for whatever reason Jackson was in a greedy mood. Like he hadn’t felt the others touch in months despite the night before still present in his mind.  There’s a smirk at the others grumbling sigh and a little chuckle danced between the two of them as Jackson’s long dark here bounced in front of his eyes as he pressed another kiss to the boys bare shoulder. There was a little press of his lips as Jackson gently nudged the sheet down to expose more of that beautiful. tanned body to his eyes. A hand tracing down the length of Corey’s back and over the curve of that perfect, perfect ass with a little hum of approval.  If only at this camp was a god, it was Corey. The others body was…god damn stunning and not to mention that warmth that seemed to flow out of him every time he smiled was worthy of the whole god damn mountain of Olympus as far as Jackson was concerned. There’s a little possessive squeeze of the others ass. *His Corey* 

“Oh, deadly serious…” There was that usual, mischievously puck like answer from Jackson, any hint of sleepiness was gone from the Demi-god as he suddenly felt wide awake and more than a little determined in his task.  “Hm….” Jackson hummed as he watched the other snuggle back into the pillow as he slowly pressed a kiss just behind Corey’s ear. “Come on, I know you want Daddy..”  It was a teasing comment as he pressed a kiss down Cory’s spine before his body simply moved further down the bed. his head body moving to kiss at Corey’s bare hip and along the others stomach. His goal was pretty clear as his hand swept along the others stomach just above the boys crotch before dropping to easily part the boys legs to slip between them. “Let me give you a really good morning, Cor..” He teased, kissing the others abs lightly as his finger started to tease over the others sleeping cock. 

He wasn’t fighting the sleepy numbness, nor the lingering weakness of... every one of his spent limbs that had been bent back every which way last night. He didn’t fight Jackson now either. Couldn’t, ever, when the other healed the son of Apollo in ways beyond the magic they inherited. Even as a human, Jack soothed him, reached deeper than anyone ever had. In more than the obvious way... A shiver escaped Corey toward the still cool air, but also his boyfriend’s skillful touch. Even while drowzy, clinging to sleep, Cor could sense the weight and love behind the slightest touches. The addiction, passion, desire. All that made their relationship... theirs.

“I’m so...” Corey gave into a weak groan, though the words escaped him immediately after. There was no real way to describe how he felt right now in so few words. “... I really think you broke me this time... Jack.” He wanted to kick himself then for saying so, as that would undoubtedly be mistaken for a fantastic compliment in his beloved’s mind. Despite the fuss, sighing, wiggling away, Jackson worked a too clear snicker from Corey who rolled over further to hide it away. Jackson calling himself daddy was too much. A first, really. Corey laughed more, despite himself, those previous sighs to follow once those lips tenderly trailed his spine. Corey could see stars behind his eyelids with how pressed into the pillow he was, heavy up top, but down below... he couldn’t deny how easy it’d be to just arch his ass up an inch more for Jack.

His form was manipulated like a ragdoll, as Jackson had so shamelessly done last night, and Corinth bit his lip to stifle a gasp as he ended up rolled onto his side again. One leg raised up to fit Jack between. Finally, Cor’s eyelids parted enough to see the dark haired god croached before him. The two, smooth, round ass cheeks. Muscular shoulders between his own thighs. Corey sighed again, but in a more drawn manner this time, once the real teasing began. “Fuck...” He was helpless. A mess, from his bed head of wild red hair to the tips of his toes that gave a weak curl inward toward Jackson’s sharp hips. “... it’s... already perfect.” He admitted. Hesitantly. As Jackson, once more, got his way. “L... love me...”

Jackson could feel the light streaming though the windows of the the Apollo cabin, warming his skin as he shifted in the bed with a soft annoyed noise. He understood intellectually why the cabin was designed like this but it didn’t mean that Jackson didn’t adore sleep in general. Just another thing to blame the Gods for, he supposed.  Still he could feel his body already moving towards that point of no return sleep wise and his eyes flicked open to fall upon the sight of a certain handsome redhead as he sat up to look over at him. For a moment, a silent, private moment he simply soaked the sight of the other in, that bare sinful, perfect body pressed against the sheets, The curve of the boys back and the way the others bright red hair fell in front of his face and the faint, sleepy smile on Corey’s face.  Jackson felt that warmth in his chest that was brighter than any sun in the universe. He was lucky, he knew that every time he had those private moments and thoughts. Those tiny moments of doubt wondering if Corey needed someone else or Jackson wasn’t quite good enough for someone who was so vibrant with all of Jackson’s own private, broken demons causing all sorts of doubts. He was lucky, So very, very lucky that the universe had put them together.   And just like that Jackson was shifting under the sheets, his hand moving along Corey’s bare hips as he slipped himself up against the shorter boy, his fingers teasing down the sharp V of the boys lower half. Jackson’s morning wood already rising to start pressing against small of Corey’s back as his lips lowered to press along the others shoulders. 

“Morning….” He whispered against the others skin. “Need you…” He added, as if that would explain exactly why he was waking his boyfriend from whatever pleasant dream he might be having.  ‘So bad..” 

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Once the camp early riser, his reputation was dwindling every single day he spent nights with Jack. Hours... in general, as even he found it... impossible to keep too distant from this man, body and soul. His man. The morning song birds melody held no rising enchantment for him any longer and, ironically, not even the loving hands of the demigod he obsessed over could either. Corinth faintly stirred, mind heavy, stubborn, with rest. Even with their miraculous healing ability, Cor could tell last night... something had pushed too far.

Perfectly far...

“Mmn...” It was half a sigh and half a grumble, like he was back in those school days. Cussing out his alarm. Denying his grandmother’s demanding knocks. This morning call though, had Corey been in his usual frame of mind he couldn’t believe he was hitting the metaphorical snooze alarm right now. Despite the pointless grunt, Jackson’s contact... his voice all still felt apart of the dream Corey woke from now. The dream that had put him to sleep last night.

Jackson...

Jackson.

Let him rest, sink, go drunk beneath his scent, heat and weight. Let this man be the death of him. Please.

But, also... show him mercy. This once.

Cor realized he probably wasn’t worthy of that... and he didn’t want to be. “--fuckin’...” The redhead nodded his head against the pillow, his nude, glowing tan, body shifting. Exposed enough to feel the stinging breeze of fresh, cool, morning air that made his hairs stand on end, his nipples harden--Jackson’s attentive hands did no favors in that regard either. “’can’t be serious...” His words slipped out low, mumbled, just barely discernible. He hugged to his pillow and nudged his heavy brow deeper against it.