#xjackson

None... none of that mattered now as he stayed sat before the medics cabin. Upon wooden stairs that would lead to the all too familiar front doorway and beyond. He might have welcomed himself in, as usual, but under such circumstances... he didn’t want to catch Jackson off guard that way. After the fight, before departing the training yard, Corinth doused his face with a pale of water and was offered a rag along with instruction to head to the infirmary. Emotionally, the stupid young demigod didn’t want to finish this experience so impersonally. Perhaps that was selfish of him, but... he honestly couldn’t explain anything when it came to such matters of the spirit.

Enough time had passed for him to reflect, quell some of the bleeding, before Jackson arrived, “Uh....... hey......” His head tilted up, so heavy, pounding. To keep things simple, he explained, “... ‘got in a fight.”

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A hand moved down Corey’s front to brush over the others nipple as he felt the other adjust himself before moving up and down on his cock in that far more intense pace. “F-cck..”  Jackson just dropped his head back as he felt his cock pulse inside Corey as the boy took him more and more with every downward stroke.  “Yeah, that’s right. You’re fucking mine..” He whispered back, his lips nipping against the others hungrily, his abs clenching as he moved a hand down to squeeze at the boys ass, feeling himself split the other open.  “That’s right, do it then. Fuck yourself on this cock. Show me that you own every last fucking inch..” There was one quick thrust up of his hips, shoving more of himself into Corey. “Show me why you’re my boy..”

Though he could hardly focus, see straight, there was no way he could miss the powerful sight of Jackson languidly leaning back to be properly serviced. It made Corinth sigh with delight. He was covered in a sense of pleasure, liberation in who he was and what his body could do for Jack. Being his slut and fuck toy--it just sounded like the perfect arrangement tonight. Fuck. Any and every night. His lover’s body language alone instilled such confidence in the redhead, he immediately cocked his own chin up slightly and swallowed a breath of spit and air before picking up the wanton pace. Never losing track of the motion paired along with it as his hips made a silky slope downward and pleasantly popped forth to do it all over again. His own cock was practically pointed straight up and his abs, chest, glistened in the dim sinful lighting.

Hearing Jackson gasp out a fiery moan like that--it was like clouds parting. “Y-yes--” He gasped in return, slinging both of his own hands aside to hold Jackson’s long and strong arms in return. The way Jack’s slender fingers claimed their love making left Corinth feening, and then the raven haired man fucked into him again producing a hoarse shout out of Corey which came wrapped up tight in ecstacy. Their bodies were close again... and after that fierce thrust and hearing even fiercer demands, Corey’s prick had reached an entirely new peak. The tip drew lines of precum across Jackson’s stomach, sobbing in it’s own right, while he partially sobbed in passionate bliss as well, “Yes, daddy.” He was starting to see stars. With every new inch--half inch--it was like the first time every time. Cor was always in disbelief with how deep Jack could breech him. It was fucking spiritual. “God. Jack!”

“Well… I’m not really sure now.” Corey sighed out while wearing a smile, “In my infamous spirit of ‘full disclosure’; I’ve confessed to the few crushes I’ve had ‘round camp, so… can they still be considered a ‘crush’ at this point?”

“Personally we should just screw  the middle man and all suddenly become nudists like the greek gods intend. Free the dicks and join in the orgies.” Jackson teased, his eyes flicking over the others body. “But you’re right. It’s good weather.” Jackson’s just gonna shamelessly tilt his head as he soaks in the others body because…damn.

"Far as I’ve seen, none of us have anything worth hiding... physically. So long as I don’t get sand in my crack I’d try the nudist thing.” He chuckled before grinning a bit toward the idea of orgies. “You’re the second guy to bring that up ‘round me. The other one was Blake if you need a sympathetic shoulder to cry on--or is this less about a kink and more about blowing off tension?”

A fox. That’s what he had decided on. It was to go on his chest, just a small fox curled up with a quote around it. It was of course symbolic for his boyfriend. Don’t get a tattoo for your relationship, it was bad lucky he had heard over and over and the small bird by his ankle was an example of that. He lies when asked about it, saying it reminded him that he was longer grounded to his past and in a way it was. He just leaves out whom he got it with, buying it for him as a 20th birthday. The only tattoo his brother did not do on his body. This would be the second, he thought as he opened up the tattoo shop looking around. No one was at the front when he entered but he knew he wasn’t alone. Freezing in his tracks at the sound of the voice from the back of the shop, Alex stood there not believing what he was hearing before he joined in with the familiar singing, of course in perfect tune, “Oh yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of livin' is gone…”

When he was a human he longed to be a father. Evie and him, having kids that would run around their house filling it with laughter and other joyous noises. Fate had other plans, causing him to turn into a vampire and leaving his poor wife die without him. The moment Ana’s fangs pierced into his neck he kissed all dreams of becoming a father goodbye but again fate had other plans. Cedric didn’t ever imagine that he would be sitting on a couch almost 70 years later with a small girl on his lap, smiling wide as she watched Emperor’s New Groove for the first time. There was popcorn around him on the couch, and a frozen blanket draped over them both. Every Monday night they had movie night -more like every night they had movie night if he was honest- as a way to get rid of those Monday blues. It was at his favorite part where Kuzco and Pacha were about to fall over the waterfall when he heard a key unlock their front door. Jumping up in an instant, he pulled Harper up into his arms, protecting her close as he waited to see who would open that door. There were only four people with that key. Himself, Ana and the girl’s parents and since Ana was gone on a job….Cedric just hoped that whoever it was would be a happy reunion leaving the girl in smiles instead of tears again.