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“it's too on the nose, don't you think?” angelos stepped into his living room, showing off the outfit to his friend. he was dressed in a stereotypical greek robe, practically a bedsheet thrown together, with a golden laurel atop his head. he was going through the wardrobe he'd bought in japan, getting his friend to help with which items were worth keeping.

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Now how'd he get here? I guess you could say, Mateo was lucky at getting lucky. As cliche as it sounds, it was just so so ironically true. The child of Aphrodite found he didn't really need to do much to maintain his physique since coming to the isle. But he still loved visiting the gym. For sport, for show, for fun. The loverboy would dawn the sluttiest gym clothes you could imagine. And go on his way. Infront of mirrors and in view of the other demigods, deadlifting and doing cardio on various pieces of equipment. Matty would stretch and warm up for what felt like an excessive amount of time for the impatient. But the perfect amount of time for the ones who planned their whole workouts around his little shows. Once he was properly warmed up, he'd get to lifting small hand weights. Just to flex. Shirtless and smiling as he broke a slight sweat. Just being hot at the gym.

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Today though before he had even gotten to the shirtless weightlifting... Carlo came up in front of him, while he was stretching his hips. On his hands and knees. Pretty brown eyes level with the other's bulge. Swallowing thick as he had to remind himself to meet eyes with the other. Words were had. He offered to lead Mateo through a leg routine. The grips on his hips, readjusting him into a near perfect arch. Or hands ran over the swell of Matty's ass and the meat of his thighs. The touches and flirty words had them going back to the other's cabin.

They showered together. Mateo greedily worshipping the other's body with mouth and hands as the water washed away soap from cut abs and rippling muscles. From the shower to a quick detour on the bathroom counter and lastly on Carlo's bed. He rid all eight inches of the other demigod's hard cock until he was pushed off in a playful sort of way.

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he isn't sure how he ended up face down and shirtless in the older man's bed, but there he is. monty has never been one to make good decisions, especially when it comes to men with handsome faces, it's why he's even on the island in the first place. 

he's panicking internally almost the entire time, even if saxon's touch is firm and soothing, working his muscled back just right. the thought that the last time he slipped up for a moment alone with a man led to disaster makes it so he can't allow himself to fully settle. he's sure saxon can feel how tense he is. 

then he gets to the small of his back and a moan leaves his lips at the feeling. 

immediately monty's eyes widen and a chill goes through the room. 

“uh-eh-” he starts uneasily, “sorry. it's been a while…since i had a massage like this...” 

The son of Apollo found himself aimlessly wandering through the city of Tokyo, unlike his fellow demigods Dorian didn't have any plans for where his adventure would take him. He wasn't aware of anything the city had to hold, the Fates would be the one to guide him. That's how he ended up in one of those macho cafes that he heard a few people mentioning. 

“You know, when someone said bara cafe… I was expecting capybaras,” the diviner said as he was handed a beverage from one of the attractive and shirtless men while his eyes stayed on those muscles for a few seconds. “but this isn't bad, either. Not capybaras making me a croissant but I see the appeal."

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the  wooden  steps  groaned  under  jack's  weight  as  he  approached  the  cabin,  the  toolbox  heavy  in  his  hand.  the  sun  was  beginning  its  descent,  casting  long  shadows  through  the  trees.  he  didn't  bother  knocking  twice,  just  one  firm  rap  against  the  doorframe.  it  swung  open  almost  immediately.

ryder  was  leaned  against  the  frame,  a  slow  smile  spreading  across  his  face. 

jack's  gaze  was  steady  as  he  took  in  the  sight.  "you  said  the  shutter  was  broken  again?"

his  eyes  flickered  toward  the  window,  then  back  to  the  younger  man.  a  little  sigh  escaped  him. 

jack's  gaze  followed  his  to  the  window.  the  shutter  hung  crookedly,  one  hinge  clearly  pulled  away  from  the  frame,  leaving  it  hanging  at  an  awkward  angle.  he  could  see  the  fresh  splintering  around  the  screws,  the  kind  of  damage  that  didn't  happen  from  normal  wear  and  tear.  another  broken  thing.  another  excuse.  it  was  a  pattern  he'd  come  to  recognize,  one  he  didn't  bother  questioning  anymore.  there  was  a  strange  comfort  in  it,  this  predictable  dance  of  pretense. 

"right,"  jack  said,  setting  his  toolbox  down  with  a  soft  thud.  "terrible."

he  straightened  up,  his  shoulders  stretching  the  fabric  of  his  flannel,  the  scar  across  his  cheek  caught  the  light  as  he  turned  his  head  slightly.  his  brown  eyes  met  ryder's,  holding  no  judgment,  only  a  quiet  acknowledgment  of  the  game  they  were  playing.  why  jack  pretended  ryder's  efforts  were  an  annoyance?  he  didn't  know.

"guess  i'm  gonna  get  to  work,"  jack  said,  his  voice  dropping  to  a  lower  register  while  assessing  the  damage,  rummaging  through  his  tools  to  find  the  proper  one. 

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the son of hera was never someone who simply sat still for long, it felt like his mind was always racing with how many other minds he could read at once and there was always something to do on the island. someone to take care of, to assist or train. he wasn't the type who simply just stopped and smelled the roses, the world he lived in was too fast paced, and yet here he was with another man watching the stars together. 

hearing the others thoughts before he could initiate, beckett looked away from the stars the two of them were watching together in time for the other to steal a kiss. closing his eyes, he leaned forward to deepen it and let the other take charge. 

“i was wondering when you were gonna do that.”

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with the last bits of winter now gone and spring coming into full bloom, paxton wasted no time in emerging on the beach to work on his summer tan. while he could simply just alter his appearance to see how he saw fit, the blonde liked to bathe under the warm island sun. showing off his body and getting looks from those who were running by, or coming to join him. 

that's how he ended up with grant knuckle deep inside his hole in the middle of the beach where anyone could catch him. he didn't really care about getting caught or creating an audience, that had happened more times than he could count. 

“tell me to stop, and i will. but we both know you don’t want me to.” the other whispered in his ear as another finger dug into his cunt, spreading paxton open. 

“no…” the blonde rested his head against the others shoulder. “don't stop. i don't care who catches us.”