#apollo.

Apollo had just touched down from a grueling, high-intensity circuit throughout the UK, a big money grinder where the cameras had been permanently glued to his sweat-slicked skin and every stadium roar seemed to chant for a piece of his "fine ass", or so the fangirls like to shout at him. He should have been on a natural high, basking in the glory of the dream he was finally living, but the victory felt tainted by the persistently filthy itch at the back of his mind---------- the memory of that single forbidden kiss with his brother that never should have fucking happened. He'd spent the entire flight and the silent drive home braced for a confrontation about it, his knuckles white against his luggage handle as he let himself into the quiet house with his spare key. The driveway had been empty, leading him to believe his parents were out enjoying the fruits of their well-off lifestyle, so he hauled his gear up the familiar stairs with a tired grunt. He didn't even register the sounds at first, but as he neared his childhood bedroom door, the air grew thick with a wet, rhythmic friction and the sloppy noises of lewd and pathetic moaning. Then stifled, high-pitched whimpers and the sound of heavy breathless unghs swiftly made the hair on his neck stand up. When he finally kicked the door open, the sight was so jarring his brain practically short-circuited. "The fuck is you doin' in my bed, lil bro?" he snapped, the words out of his mouth before he could process the sheer audacity of the scene. He knew exactly what he was looking at: pink on his light brown skin, the fucked up sheets, the look of a boy caught in a sin he wasn't supposed to be enjoying... and yet, Apollo couldn't believe his fucking eyes.

bro

‘    por favor dime que no estás pensando en beber de ahí.    ’   cuestiona en voz alta, observando a compañero de equipo con ceño fruncido. aquel lado era demasiado bueno para ser verdad.    ‘   algo le debieron haber puesto.    ’

Apollo.

luci: and i didn't want to do this in the gc