once there was the sun

‘Right, because talking to the sun would be insane.”  Jack joked but it wasn’t at all that serious, when it came to each others godly gifts. Sometimes understanding how they worked was a little…fuzzy.  Even Jackson had some trouble trying to explain how his brain could just access the right medical knowledge at the right time.  Beyond ‘just knowing” anyway, which wasn’t a great way to explain it.  A smile cuts along Jackson’s face at those next words and a little shake of his head. It was so like Corey to find the golden lining to every situation- including, apparently- literal hell.   “I’m not sure I have the will power to deprive you of lights and flowers.  You’d wilt away without them.  Even if the souls in the river of the dammed would adore your pretty voice.”  Jackson quipped with a little that teasing little twinkle in his eye.  Compliments for Corey came so easily. 

Corey was someone who deserved to be worshipped and frankly, he was thankful as hell that they’d gotten to a place where they could be free and together, as naked as they day they were born and all the free time in the universe to indulge each other.  Jackson had learned by this point, what that glint in Corey’s eyes meant and there was a singular moment where Corey went from looking at him with affectionate and love to pure thirst, for him, for that connection, for sex.  He’d seen that same hunger in the boys eyes all those years ago when he’d first met the boy.  Already a god. him a mortal. When he’d dropped his pants for the first time  and yet it had been a sexual experience of a supernova between them, something that birthed galaxies with it’s sheer intensity of that need between them. 

His head tilts back at that hand running though his hair, and down along his face, two dark Hazel eyes peering back up at the redhead like he was taking communion before the divine entity. Though his eyes did dip after a moment as he soaked in that other hand as it curled around Corey’s cock. “My sun…”  Jackson replied as his cock twitched between his legs again at the beautiful sight of Corey touching himself. His head tilted forward to place a kiss against Corey’s abs, his soft and loving as he placed a few more against the others skin. “God. I just want to breed you among the flowers…” he teased, his words dancing against the others skin. “And under the sun- show the universe how a god should be treated…”  Jackson always was the master of dirty talk.  As his lips brushed over the others sharp hipbone with yet another kiss. “My beautiful sun…” Not making a single effort to address his own aching cock yet, he wanted to get Corey to the same spot first. 

“‘wouldn’t wilt away. You keep me nourished.” The god of sunlight shook his head as he countered the claim. There was still truth to it, however. Where they stood now was a perfect little piece of paradise. Jackson seemed sensitive, determined, to keep Corinth in his element. Cor had to wonder if Jack enjoyed the nature and sunlight, water, as much as he did, or if the master healer merely found fulfillment in his lover’s satsifaction. Regardless of which were true, satisfaction reigned abundant for Corey as well. Wherever Jackson was happiest, that’s exactly where Corinth longed to be too. He wanted to share every hour of this experience. This life that they were born to inheret. The life they deserved. “I’ll take care of you too.”

When Jackson bowed forward to rest his open mouth against Corey’s body, the child of Apollo felt his eyelids fall shut. One hand caressing his husband’s dark curls, while the other touched his flacid prick, the sensation of this god worhshiping his body far encompassed these former sensations. Jackson often got too caught up in ravaging him for all he was worth to pay mind to the details. Parts that Corey kept strong for himself, as well as Jackson’s pleasure. Sides that were admired from afar, like a work of art, turned to possession the moment they touched. Not that Corinth was complaining, no... Jack’s enthusiasm only made this feeling of those lips against Corey’s skin far more special. The heat of his silky breath as he whispered that special pet name the flint rock striking to ignite.

He felt kissed all over. From the sun blanketing the pair, these butterflies in his stomach that had yet to fade, and his lovers attention. Cor sighed as he imagined how Jack might thrust him against the grassy meadow. The colorful flower buds swaying against the gentle breeze overhead and honeybees fluttering near, but never daring to harm gods. Cor at peace. Body and soul. He realized the grip around his own cock had become more resolute in that time, and he groaned gently while both ass cheeks clenched due to the spurring arousal. “’sounds like a god damned dream, baby...” And they truly were living this dream. “Yours... --ng...”

The palm was still too dry, and what Cor’s cock needed was mere inches away. Without a word, the redhead smacked his half erect member across his husband’s smooth cheek, and with a quick pull of those dark bangs slid the head and shaft past the corner of Jack’s lips. Into that hot mouth his skin had gotten a mere test of. Gasping slightly with the thrill and intensity of such heat enveloping his member, Corinth weakly murmured a moan and allowed himself to start lazily fucking Jackson’s pretty mouth. “I want it all... from you. ‘every-fucking-thing to see.” Quiet, but excited gasps followed while his ass clenched again. “How perfect you are. How beautiful you make me. Se--set me free.”

“Maybe I do, but if you tell the others, I reserve the right to break a belt over your ass, Red.” Though his words weren’t at all serious as he gave bite of his lip to hold back that bright smile at the others free and beautiful laughter.  It was always stunning to him, with all the danger in their lives and how much they felt the need to hide, and move, never putting roots down in any one place that Corey still was able to find such happiness in a way that lit up the room like nothing else.  It was part of the reason he adored him so much.  The flirting, the teasing, the heat between them when it turned sexual. It was a feeling that only proved to Jackson that he’d died and lived again, if only for that fated meeting between him and the redhead. 

 “Depends, are your gonna be shirtless and grinding against me on the dance floor?”  Jackson might be the older, more bitter one between them at times but he still loved to get lost in big crowds like at a club and with the redhead? Even better. “ Because if that’s the case… you don’t have to convince me anymore than you already have.”  He pointed out to the shorter immortal with a little flick of his eyebrow.  They had been together long enough that Jackson knew, fairly well, how to read Corey’s little reactions- his eyes dipped to watch the others tongue run along his lower lip and he had to bite his cheek from smirking so much.  He could feel that pulse quicken under his lips and it wasn’t hard to guess what was going in the others head. He knew his lover didn’t mind a bit of roughness and between the two of them…well, Jackson certainly didn’t mind manhandling the boy exactly how he wanted him. He could already imagine Corey’s rough, pained gasps as Jackson slammed into him behind some abandoned alleyway. 

His hands curled around that perfect ass as he kept the other close, wanting and needing that contact if only for the dirty images currently flowing in his mind.  “I suppose as the senior one on this little mission of ours, I should be convincing you it’s a bad idea..” He pointed out as he gave another squeeze of the boys ass as he glanced up those eyes. “Though-..I am curious what tactics you’d convince me to go along with you…” How dirty and underhanded would Corey get?  

The threat caused Corinth to wear a devilish smile, an excited one, the scar between his brows scrunched up as he nudged their foreheads together after. “How is it that everything you do leaves me gasping?” He teased, chest ignited by the thrill of their relationship. How few borders restrained them. Especially while they were on their own. Able to risk it.

“What’s the point of going dancing if I’m not close to you?” The question was rhetorical, and after asking, Corey focused his dark eyes a bit more on Jackson’s face. Allowed his right index finger to trace one of his partner’s dimples. “‘showing everyone I belong to you?” The latter stirred a chuckle out of the young immortal. Humor only stifled once Jackson took palms full of the red heads rear.

With a bite of his lip, Cor considered his options, “I could always just go on my own.” Not that he’d get very far if Jackson wanted to stop him. He’d learned a lot from his senior immortals, but was still no match for them in combat. Especially Jack. “Leave you behind like a sad puppy.” To say this made his own heart drop slightly. He could never leave Jackson on his own. Not unless forced during battle. The painful taunting was eased over with a calm, but wet kiss against Jackson’s lips. It was nothing mind blowing or dastardly kinky, but the red head held to the moment before confessing, “You know I’m just kidding, right? I don’t wanna go anywhere without you.”

“Sun told you?” If Corey had been anyone else, any other being, such a statement might have sounded ridiculous but the other was literally a Sun god.  Though even if it wasn’t the case, Jackson was going to take that literally. “Huh.” There wasn’t any sense of ridicule in Jackson’s voice and instead just casual acceptance of the fact his boyfriend had the ability to talk to a sun. “It’s literally one of the realms of the afterlife, Cory, of course it’s weird.  Wait till we literally see Hades’s place. I think you’re gonna miss all the sun and the flowers..” He pointed out, not that he was any rush to move on from their current place of residence.  How could he with the sun so bright and his Husband feeling so good and comfortable it was practically raiding off him in waves- and the joy of such simple nudity between the two of them. 

“I suppose we do- and I did enjoy watching you walk away..” He teased, making it plenty evident his eyes had been on Corey’s ass as he did. with a soft smile at the gentle, reassurance of his husband.  It was so very, very much like Cory to make sure there wasn’t a worry on his mind about this stuff, even if it was unneeded. It’s not like time really even mattered for them with how they aged or didn’t, nowadays and how the time in the afterlife worked. Jackson’s smirk got wider as he felt those hands move away from him and the other moved around the old sun bleached, stone seat that Jackson had found himself on. 

“Oh gods…” Jackson muttered as he soaked in every inch of that beautiful, finely cut form.  Corey had always managed to take his breath away, to make the entire world fall away just with his presence and gods, that certainly happened now. Jackson leaned back slightly on the seat, his hands dropping down either side of him as his cock gave a very, very visible jump between his legs at the sight of Corey’s wet, naked body.  It was pretty clear that Jackson was holding himself back from touching himself for a moment as followed those hands down Corey’s body as put that rather perfect show on for him. By the time Corey’s hands were running over his ass, a clear drop of precome was twitching out of Jackson’s impressive cock and running down the side of his dick. “I would follow you into sin each and every moment of the day if I could..” Jackson teased as reached a hand out to brush along Corey’s hip. “I know I say this a lot but..fucking hell…you’re captivating..” 

“Well... more like I read it’s pattern.” Corey laughed to himself. In that sense, perhaps this knowledge wasn’t outlandish at all as a skilled mortal might have drawn a similar conclusion. In time. “You know me too well.” He teased once more, before squinting both eyes as he considered what the Underworld might be like. Especially since this new, glorious, rule. “I’m sure it’s pretty metal down there. If I can’t have my light or flowers, there’s always music to enjoy.” The souls of the undead might even appreciate the sentiment.

Even after all this time spent together, Corinth felt more than wanted. Appreciated, seen, and of course loved. The latter captured all the rest in one word, of course, but love meant something so much more intense and real within their hearts. A love that, despite so much pain, carried Corinth back to Jackson. A love that seered his flesh and mind, jumpstarted his heart, soul, whenever Jackson laid eyes on him. It wasn’t just theirs to hold. Corey felt they’d been waiting all their mortal life to share, without the fear of receiving shame or abandonment as consequence for this love. True love.

So, Corey knew what Jackson’s intensity and wonderment really meant. How it all couldn’t stay submerged or hidden. How it overwelmed him to the point of ecstacy that went hand and hand with his longing. Corinth didn’t turn away out of embarrassment. He looked to Jackson in return and witnessed the raw response of those nine inches. As if the cock itself was giving him a nod of approval. It would have been laughable, if not for that well of precum pooling then weeping from the blushing tip. Cor’s knowing grin faded in effect. He hadn’t felt this parched in some time.

The confession to follow, low and special, still reached Corey’s ears without fail given the lack of interruption in this paradise. If Corinth ever had a gospel... Jackson was it. He held to each word and committed them to memory. “Jack...” Timeless, his heart felt full, but his own body responding to the vision of Jackson and the reminder threatened to overpower all of that. Corey reached out for Jack and touched his soft, dark hair, then his face, while his other hand reached down to grasp and tease his own cock. It was dry, and only a start, he just... couldn’t help himself.