Part 12
Joxer swallowed nervously and backed up to lean against Ares, who put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “My office now, please.” The two boys sat down opposite the librarian nervously. “Joxer, are you okay?” she started. Joxer frowned, “Of c-c-course, wh-why?” “That little display I just witnessed was…” “Fully consensual,” Ares growled, interrupting her. She raised an eyebrow at him and he clenched his jaw tightly. Joxer put a hand on his arm and squeezed gently. Ares relaxed visibly. Joxer looked up at Ms. Porter who was frowning thoughtfully. “W-we’re together, Ms. P-Porter, I w-w-wanted him t-to kiss m-me.” She sat back in her chair and breathed out heavily, “Well, you have to understand, Joxer, you’re younger than Ares. It looked a little rough, and with the way you’ve been looking this week, well…” Ares frowned at her words, “Are you implying I’d hurt him?” “I have to think of his safety, you do have a reputation, Ares,” Ms. Porter said quietly. “W-w-e only just got to-g-gether, Ms. Porter. I’m j-just real cl-clumsy,” Joxer said quietly. Ms. Porter stared at them for a long moment, then unexpectedly, she smiled. “Well, then I guess there’s nothing more to be said. Good luck boys, I won’t say anything. But try to be a bit more careful, others might not understand.” Ares looked stunned and nodded dumbly. “Th-thank you,” Joxer smiled shyly. He stood up. Ares was still staring at Ms. Porter. Joxer touched his cheek, “’Res?” “Hmm?” Ares looked up. “Oh, yeah, right, sorry.” He stood up hurriedly and Joxer smiled at him. Ares sucked in a breath and leaned toward him, then he caught himself and glanced at Ms. Porter, pulling back. She smiled, “Go ahead, don’t mind me.” Ares smiled gratefully. He cupped Joxer’s face and drew the younger boy into a soft kiss. When they pulled apart, she was smiling gently. They smiled back and then hurried out. Joxer slipped his hand into Ares’ as they walked through the empty corridors. “You coming back to mine?” Ares asked quietly. Joxer grinned and nodded, “My d-d-dad won’t be home till tomorrow night, if then.” Ares frowned, “Does he do that a lot?” “Do wh-what?” Joxer asked cautiously. “Go away and leave you on your own?” “M-most weekends, sometimes d-during the week he’ll stay out all night.” At Ares’ expression, Joxer continued defensively. “Hey, I’m n-not a kid, I c-can manage f-fine.” “Yeah, but how long have you been ‘managing’?” Ares snapped. Joxer stopped. “P-please Ares, d-d-d-don’t.” Ares opened his mouth to speak. “P-p-please,” Joxer repeated. Ares clenched his jaw for a moment. “Okay, I’ll leave it… for now.” “Th-thank you.” Joxer sighed in relief. @>*~ “Oh God! Fuck me, Strife! Harder!” Ares and Joxer stood outside the lounge door, listening to Cupid and Strife. “Um, shall we leave them to it?” Ares suggested. Joxer nodded. “I h-haven’t seen your r-room yet,” he hinted. Ares grinned and dragged Joxer down the hall. “Oh, wait a minute,” Ares stopped. “Let me check it first, I don’t know what the two lovebirds have been up to today.” Joxer smiled and waited for him outside. He heard the sound of things being shifted around, then the door opened. He walked past Ares and looked around curiously. Ares’ room was quite plain, and very dark, he had the odd poster up, but it was the massive bookcase that drew Joxer’s attention. It was filled to bursting with volume upon volume. He caught Ares’ eyes and grinned. “B-being nosy.” “Nose away,” Ares sat on his bed. Joxer eyed him and bit his lip, he felt a little awkward. Ares smiled at him and patted the bed. Joxer sat next to him and stared at the floor, gripping the edge of the bed nervously. He felt very, very shy all of a sudden. Part 13 “Hey,” Ares bumped shoulders with him gently. He looked up and caught his breath at the look in Ares’ eyes. Ares reached up and stroked the side of his neck. Joxer leaned into the touch, following Ares’ hand as it pulled back, until he was in Ares’ arms again. Joxer’s heart was pounding and his groin tightened uncomfortably. Ares leaned closer and gently licked Joxer’s lips. “Oh!” Joxer gasped. Ares stroked his neck again and tilted his head back. Then he leaned in again and took Joxer’s lips in a softly possessive kiss that took Joxer’s breath away. Joxer shifted and climbed onto Ares’ lap. Ares’ strong embrace didn’t just make him feel breathless and horny, it made him feel safe and he loved it. Ares delved his tongue into Joxer’s mouth slowly, exploring deeply. Joxer moaned and clutched at Ares, sucking, his own tongue joining in to explore. Ares lifted Joxer up, round and down onto the bed and crawled on top of him, still devouring his mouth. Joxer whimpered and wrapped his arms round Ares’ neck dragging his full weight down on top of him. Ares thrust against him and Joxer gasped into his mouth. Ares’ hand slipped down his body and pulled his leg up round his waist. Joxer could feel Ares’ hard cock pressed against his and he thrust upwards. Ares groaned and lifted his head, staring breathlessly down at Joxer as they rocked together. Joxer worked his hands under Ares’ t-shirt, running them over smooth skin and hard muscle. “Oh God,” Ares moaned. He rolled them over so that Joxer sprawled over him. Joxer was panting hard, Ares’ hands were all over him. Then one arm wrapped round his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, and Ares’ other hand slipped into his pants and grasped his ass. Joxer gasped into the warm cavern of Ares’ mouth, rocking harder against his larger lover. Suddenly, an exploratory finger grazed his asshole. Joxer jerked, making a keening noise as he came. Ares stared at him. “Oh shit!” he gasped, “What am I doing? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Joxer recovered enough to realise Ares was trying to pull away. With panicked determination, Joxer reached between them and palmed Ares’ groin. Ares made a strangled noise and his head dropped back. “Stop s-saying that, I w-want this with you,” Joxer whispered. “But, oooh,” Ares gasped. Joxer had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Joxer stroked him gently and moved down his body. “Wha…?” Ares started. “P-please ‘Res, I want to t-taste you,” Joxer said hesitantly. “Oh fuck,” Ares groaned. “Please,” Joxer breathed, licking his lips. Ares’ breath hitched, “Oh God, yes.” Joxer settled down between Ares’ legs and pulled his pants down slightly. He continued to pump lightly as he stared at Ares’ thick, leaking cock. Leaning forward, he licked off the pearl of liquid at the top. “Fuck!” Ares gasped. Joxer pulled back, “Sorry.” “No, s’good,” Ares panted. Joxer sighed in relief and moved forward again. He licked the length of Ares’ cock, lapping gently. Ares groaned when Joxer slowly wrapped his lips round the head. Joxer hesitated, unsure if he was doing it right. “Good, don’t stop,” Ares whispered reassuringly, gripping the back of his neck. Joxer took more into his mouth, keeping his teeth covered and flicking with his tongue. “Jesus!” Ares lifted his head and Joxer looked up, meeting his eyes. He was surprised by the lust and tenderness he could see there. Joxer moved his head slowly, letting Ares’ length slide in and out of his mouth. “Jox, Jox, more, please,” Ares gasped, writhing beneath him. Ecstatic at the effect he was having on the older boy, Joxer moved faster, sucking harder. Suddenly Ares pulled him away and gripped his cock, pulling once. Joxer watched in awe as jets of hot come spurted onto Ares’ stomach. Out of curiosity, Joxer dipped his fingers into the liquid and then tasted it, sucking his fingers clean. Ares groaned loudly. Joxer looked up and found himself dragged back on top of his lover and into a searing kiss. Joxer lay flopped on top of Ares for a while, as they both recovered. “So, I d-did okay?” Joxer mumbled against Ares’ chest. There was a rumble under him from Ares’ chuckle. “Hell yeah,” Ares whispered, kissing the top of his head. “Can we d-do it again?” Joxer lifted his head and grinned mischievously. Ares groaned, “Oh yeah!” Their stomachs growled suddenly. “How about a break for food?” “Umm, sounds good,” Joxer replied. He didn’t move. Ares chuckled again, “We have to get up to get food.” “Oh. Good p-point, let’s l-leave it then,” Joxer snuggled closer. Ares laughed, “Come on, you.” He poked Joxer in the ribs. Joxer yelped and squirmed. “Oh ho, ticklish, are we?” Ares grinned. He rolled them over and dug his fingers into Joxer’s sides, tickling the younger boy mercilessly. Joxer squirmed and struggled, laughing hysterically. “I g-give,” Joxer gasped, “I’ll get up.” Ares stopped tickling him and stared down at him. He smoothed Joxer’s hair back gently and dropped a soft kiss onto his lips. Then he got up on his knees and reached over to the table to grab a couple of tissues. He wiped himself off and did up his pants. Gently, Ares undid Joxer’s pants and pulled down his shorts to wipe him clean. Joxer watched him, eyes wide with awe at the tender act. He felt himself harden again and blushed, but Ares smiled. “Well, maybe we won’t get up just yet,” Ares whispered, lowering his head. Joxer held his breath, watching Ares’ mouth get closer to his cock. At the first touch of Ares’ tongue, Joxer gasped and his head dropped back in shock. Ares lapped his length thoroughly, lightly stroking his balls. “Oh my God, ‘Res!” Joxer screamed, as his cock was engulfed in wet heat. Nothing had prepared him for the sensations coursing through him. He felt Ares grasp his hips and hold him down, and he realised he’d been thrusting wildly. Ares swallowed and Joxer screamed again. “’Res, gonna, oh!” He came violently and Ares sucked until he stopped bucking. Ares did up his pants and shifted up to lie beside him, propping himself up on one elbow. “I’ll take it you enjoyed that,” Ares said with a smug look. Joxer just nodded, not quite able to form words. Ares kissed him and Joxer realised he could taste himself in Ares’ mouth. He pulled Ares closer, plunging his tongue into the older boy’s mouth, to taste more. Ares moaned and gripped his neck tightly, kissing deeper. Then he pulled back and grinned. “Come on, now I’m really hungry.” Part 14 Joxer nodded and got up shakily. Ares wrapped an arm round him and guided him back to the lounge, which was now quiet. Cupid and Strife were lounging on the couch and they smirked at the pair. Joxer blushed, and Ares pulled a face at them. “Go sit down,” he said to Joxer. “You guys hungry?” he asked the other couple. “Yeah, thanks,” said Strife, Cupid nodded. Ares went to make some sandwiches for them, leaving Joxer sitting nervously with the snickering couple. “So,” Strife started, “’Res being a good host?” Joxer choked and blushed again, nodding. “Hey, no teasing,” Ares came back into the room and shook a finger at Strife. He put the food down and went to sit with Joxer. He pulled the younger boy out of the chair, sat down and dragged Joxer into his lap. “So, what have you two been up to today?” Ares asked with a small snicker. Strife grinned and nudged Cupid, who started to laugh. “That good, huh?” Ares grinned. “Just Strife’s usual brand of mischief and mayhem,” Cupid snickered. “Oh, do tell,” Ares invited, wrapping his arms round Joxer. Cupid and Strife grinned at the pair. “Oh man, it was totally rad!” Strife started. “We were playing the Wildcats, right? Perfect opportunity, oh God!” he bounced with glee. Cupid chuckled and rubbed his arm gently. Strife smiled at him and sat back. “Okay, first thing we did, was put itching powder in Herc’s and Iolaus’ jock straps, oh man, they were squirming all through the match! Then when they were in the showers after, I put Herc’s boxers in Iolaus’ bag, like real obvious.” “Yeah, that caused a lot of spluttering and blushing from ‘Laus!” Cupid chipped in. “Oh but the best, was Gabby!” Strife giggled, “I mean, nice ass, but God what a bitch!” “Hey!” Cupid elbowed him. “Sorry, sorry,” Strife grinned unrepentantly, “You know your ass is the only one I’m interested in!” Cupid frowned and his eyes shone suspiciously. “Aw now, babe,” Strife stroked his cheek and leaned forward to kiss him gently. “I love you, you know that.” Cupid looked away, then he bit his lip and looked back. “I know,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” Strife shook his head, “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Joxer looked at Ares curiously. Ares sighed. “Strife’s bi, he used to have a crush on Gabrielle,” he whispered. At Joxer’s look of surprise, Ares continued, “Oh, we’re talking way, way back.” Strife and Cupid were holding each other tightly, Strife whispering quietly into Cupid’s ear. Eventually, Cupid nodded and smiled at him. Strife grinned and kissed him hard. “So,” Ares said quietly, seeing the crisis was over, “What did you do to the Gabster?” Strife turned back to Ares and Joxer and smirked. “Oh man, okay. You know those panty things they wear under those little skirts?” Ares and Joxer nodded. “Well, I got ‘Ris to attach one of those fake blood capsules to Gabrielle’s. By the time they were doing the cheers, it was all over the panties.” Strife collapsed against the couch, laughing hysterically. Joxer’s lips were twitching and Ares was laughing quietly. “Let’s just say, everyone, except Gabrielle, knew she had a little visitor,” Cupid snickered, “Until some wiseguy,” he clipped the back of Strife’s head, “Started making catcalls.” Strife snorted, “It was amazing! I’ve never seen anyone go that shade of red before.” “They had to bundle her off the field in hysterics,” Cupid laughed. Ares roared with laughter and Joxer tried to hold in his own unsuccessfully. “So, so,” Ares wiped tears from his eyes, “What did you do to Xena?” “Left a picture of Ms. Jones in her locker,” Strife bit his cheeks so he could speak. The four of them collapsed, laughing hysterically. “Can we join the party?” Eris and Auto stood at the door watching them with small smiles. “Oh, sis,” Ares smiled at her, “Strife was just telling us about today.” Eris snorted, “Pretty good day, huh?” She tilted her head and smiled at Joxer. “Good day for you too, Jox?” Joxer blushed furiously and nodded. “Good. ‘Res?” she continued, “Happy now?” “Yeah,” Ares said softly. “Good,” she repeated with a nod and sat down. “So, you got the lowdown from ‘Ris, Auto?” Strife asked. “Oh yeah! Wish I’d been there, man,” Auto chuckled. He squished himself onto the chair next to Eris and reached for a sandwich. “Want one, baby?” “No, thanks,” Eris grinned and he kissed her. “So, any plans for tonight?” Ares asked. Everyone shrugged. “Oh come on! It’s Saturday night.” “Well, what do you want to uh, ‘do’? Eris raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Joxer. Joxer looked down shyly, but chuckled. Ares hugged him. “Good point,” he laughed, “I’m happy staying in.” “Cinema?” Strife asked. “They’re showing old horror reruns at Duke’s.” “Ever made out in the back row of the cinema, Joxer?” Auto grinned. Joxer shook his head. “Sounds fun,” he said quietly. “Oh, it is,” Ares whispered into his ear and kissed his neck. Joxer turned his head and Ares kissed him, gently sliding his tongue into his mouth. Joxer cupped Ares’ face and deepened the kiss. “Woohoo, go Jox!” Strife snickered. Joxer pulled away and flushed. “Hey!” Ares peered round Joxer and glared at Strife. “I wasn’t done.” He slipped a hand round Joxer’s neck and pulled him into a soft, slow kiss that took Joxer’s breath away. “Can, w-we stay in?” Joxer panted quietly. Ares chuckled, “Sure.” Part 15 Joxer dressed slowly, thoughtfully. The last week had been one of the best of his life. School was pretty normal, but it just didn’t affect him anymore, not when he knew he’d be at Ares’ afterwards. They’d spent every evening together, they’d even made it to the cinema and made out, which he’d thoroughly enjoyed. He’d avoided his father completely, which was a relief, as Ares loved to get him naked, and there were only so many times he could ‘fall’. He and Ares had spent a lot of time naked, especially once Joxer had gotten over his insecurities a little. Ares’ constant touches, kisses and soft words reassured him that he was attractive. Of course, all that time spent naked had been put to good use; exploring each other’s bodies, bringing each other off with hands and mouths or just humping frantically, as they kissed hungrily. Only the fact that after that first day together, Ares had not touched his ass again, frustrated Joxer. He desperately wanted Ares to make love to him, to take him, but he just didn’t have the nerve to ask. The Spring Dance was sure to be interesting. Officially dateless, Ares and Joxer would at least be together. Strife and Cupid would have to spend the evening apart, although they were also going without dates. Of their little group, only Eris would be able to be open with her lover. His father was away again, so he would at least be able to stay over at Ares’ afterwards. Joxer pulled at his collar, tuxes irritated him, but he was looking forward to seeing Ares in his. The familiar roar of Ares’ motorbike brought a little smile to his face and he hurried to the door. He let Ares in, hurriedly shutting the door behind him, before turning to his boyfriend. Ares was shaking out his dark curls from the helmet, his strong body framed perfectly by the tux. Joxer’s breath hitched audibly and Ares looked up. They stared at each other for a second, then Joxer found himself backed up against the wall, his mouth being consumed passionately. He wrapped his arms round Ares’ neck and pressed his body up to his strong lover. Ares pulled back and rested his forehead against Joxer’s, breathing heavily. “Damn, you look edible,” Ares whispered huskily. Joxer smiled shyly. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered back. “You’ll be f-fighting them off with a stick.” Ares laughed, “Yeah, I’m sure!” Joxer grinned and kissed him again. “Shall we go then?” Ares whispered, releasing his lips reluctantly. Joxer nodded. @>*~ The gym was crowded, filled with tables and seniors in tuxes and long dresses. At one end was the dance floor, where an appallingly bad band, played appallingly bad music. Not that anyone seemed to care, the dance floor was full. Ares and Joxer made their way to a table where Strife was sitting on his own, looking thoroughly uncomfortable. “Hey guys!” Strife looked up at them, smiling in relief. “Hey,” Ares sat down and Joxer sat next to him, shifting his chair closer. “Where’s ‘Ris and Auto?” “Smooching on the dance floor already,” Strife looked morose. “Come on Cuz, it’s not that bad,” Ares said gently. “Really?!” Strife snapped, “At least you can sit with your date, I can’t go near mine!” He stared longingly at Cupid’s table. Cupid met his eyes briefly and smiled sadly. Strife sighed and dropped his head onto his arms. “Oh look, Gabrielle, it’s the adopt-a-loser table.” The three looked round at Xena and Gabrielle, who were sneering at them. “Oh wait, that’s right, you’re all losers!” “Hey Xena, you seen Ms. Jones yet?” Strife glared at her. Xena flushed hotly, and the two girls backed away before Strife could really get going. “Bitches!” Strife spat vehemently. “You okay, babe?” Ares had slipped his hand under the table cloth to stroke Joxer’s leg gently. “Yeah, ‘course.” Joxer smiled. Strife sat back and crossed his arms, frowning. “Sorry, Strife, you want us t-to tone it down?” Joxer asked quietly. Strife sighed and shook his head, “Nah, s’okay.” They chatted quietly, Strife making an effort to cheer up. Eris and Auto rejoined them until a slow song started. Eris dragged Auto back onto the dance floor. Ares sighed. “I want to dance with you,” he whispered to Joxer. “Really?” Joxer asked. “Yeah, ‘course.” “Ares, Joxer, may I speak to you please?” Joxer looked up. “Ms. Porter? Is s-something wrong?” She smiled at the pair, “Just come with me please.” “Strife, you’ll be okay?” Ares asked his cousin. “Yeah sure, whatever.” Strife was watching Cupid dancing with a cheerleader, his eyes shining slightly. Joxer and Ares followed Ms. Porter to a small office just outside the gym, the band’s music was being piped into the room. “What do you want?” Ares asked suspiciously. “Nothing, I just thought you might want a dance,” she laughed at his look, “No, not with me!” “Oh,” Ares flushed. “Thank you.” Gently, he pulled Joxer into his arms as she left them alone. Joxer wrapped his arms round Ares’ neck and Ares slid one arm around his waist, pulling him close. As they moved slowly, they rested their foreheads together and gazed into each other’s eyes. Ares stroked the back of Joxer’s neck and Joxer tilted his head back. Their lips met softly and they stopped dancing. Ares pulled Joxer even closer and Joxer whimpered softly, pressing himself up to Ares’ body. Their lips and tongues took over the dance, moving just as slowly, savouring each other. “Uh, boys?” They jumped apart and Ms. Porter smiled kindly at them. “The song’s over.” Ares and Joxer nodded dumbly and followed her back. Part 16 “We’ll finish this later,” Ares promised. Joxer grinned and shivered in anticipation. Strife had his head in his arms again. Ares squeezed his shoulder as he sat down. “Strife?” “Leave me alone,” Strife mumbled, sniffing loudly. Ares sighed, “Just remember, he’s going home with you, Strife.” “Yeah, whatever.” Strife lifted his head and quickly wiped his eyes. Cupid was on the dance floor again, this time with Xena. “Hey guys?” Eris leaned on the table. “We’re leaving, I’m going back to Auto’s, so you can have my room, Strife.” Strife stared at her blankly. “Just think of tonight,” she said gently, stroking his hair back. Strife managed a small smile. Joxer looked over at Cupid, who was sitting back down, and although he was talking to Hercules, his eyes flicked to Strife continuously. Another slow song came on and Strife groaned, especially when he saw Gabrielle tug at Cupid’s arm. Ares tried to comfort his cousin, talking quietly, but Joxer continued to watch. Cupid looked over at them and took a deep breath. Ignoring Gabrielle, Cupid shoved his hands into his pockets and, with hunched shoulders, walked over to their table. Joxer patted Ares’ arm and his lover looked up in surprise. Cupid stopped next to his boyfriend. “Strife,” he said quietly, “May I have this dance?” Strife’s head shot up in shock and he stared at his lover. “But, but, Cupe…” “May I have this dance?” Cupid repeated firmly. “Are you sure about this?” Strife whispered. Cupid nodded and held out his hand. Strife smiled and took it, allowing Cupid to lead him to the dance floor. “Oh my God,” Ares whispered. At each table the couple passed, everyone stopped talking and stared at them. They stopped in the centre and wrapped their arms around each other. Cupid stroked Strife’s face as they moved slowly together. Joxer smiled at Ares who grinned back at him. Most of the other couples had stopped dancing and all attention was focussed on the oblivious Cupid and Strife. Cupid leaned forward and gently kissed Strife. There were some catcalls and wolf whistles, and a smattering of applause. “Oh shit, here’s trouble,” said Ares suddenly. A thunderous looking Hercules was making his way to the dance floor with Iolaus in tow. “Come on.” Ares and Joxer hurried over as Hercules grabbed Strife’s shoulder and yanked him back. “What the hell are you doing, you fucking fag?!” Hercules yelled. “Hey!” Cupid shoved Hercules back. “Not that it’s any of your business, Strife’s bi, *I’m* the ‘fag’.” “All of a sudden you’re gay?!” Gabrielle screeched. “No, actually, tonight is our second anniversary,” Cupid snapped. Joxer raised his eyebrows in surprise, only now realising why Strife had been quite *so* depressed. Cupid and Strife faced Hercules and Iolaus, Xena and Gabrielle. Ares squeezed Joxer’s shoulder and went to stand behind his cousin, glaring menacingly at his stepbrother. Strife snickered and leaned against Cupid. “Got a problem with that, Jerkules?” he smirked. All hell broke loose. Hercules leapt at Strife, punching wildly. Cupid dragged Hercules back and smacked him. Ares stepped in front of Iolaus to stop him from helping, but two more of the football team jumped him from behind. Joxer ran forward to help. “Enough!” The Principal glowered at the group of teenagers, who jumped apart. “Cupid, Strife and Ares, get out! I will see you in my office first thing Monday morning.” “But,” Joxer started. “And Joxer, I’m surprised at you,” she continued, “You should know better.” “But H-Hercules s-s-started it,” Joxer protested. “Joxer’s right,” Ms. Porter walked over and crossed her arms over her chest. “I will *not* have such disgusting displays in my school!” Ms. Jones thundered. “Really?” Ms. Porter muttered quietly, “We’ll see about that.” Cupid and Strife helped each other up and walked out of the gym without a backward glance. Joxer knelt beside Ares. “’Res? Y-you o-k-kay?” Ares groaned, “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Part 17 Joxer was a little worried about Ares, who seemed a bit dazed. So when they finally got back to Ares’, he shepherded his lover into his room, slipped off his shoes, jacket and tie, and lay him down. He sat on the bed and with gentle fingers, searched Ares’ head for bumps. “I’m okay,” Ares took his hand and kissed it. “Please let me,” Joxer said quietly. Ares sighed and let his hand go. Joxer found a large, shallow cut that had been hidden by Ares’ hair and went to the kitchen to find a cloth and some water. He went into the bathroom on his way back and found some antiseptic and cotton wool. Ares was sitting up and he smiled at Joxer. Joxer perched on the edge of the bed and put the water and antiseptic down on the bedside table. Carefully he cleaned the cut and wiped away the blood that had dripped down the back of Ares’ neck. “This is going to sting,” he said quietly, soaking the cotton wool with antiseptic. He dabbed the cut gently and Ares hissed. Joxer gripped his head and continued to wipe carefully until he was sure it was clean. “I don’t think it needs stitches,” he whispered. Joxer put the cotton wool down and dropped his head on Ares’ shoulder, trying not to cry as his emotions suddenly threatened to overwhelm him. Ares stroked the back of his neck, then lifted his head back up. “Thank you,” Ares whispered. Joxer sniffed and gave him a small smile. “I was worried,” he whispered back. “I know, it’s kind of a new thing for me,” Ares confided quietly. Joxer frowned sadly and stroked his cheek. Ares caught his hand and kissed it again. Then he drew Joxer into his arms and bent his head, dropping a soft kiss onto Joxer’s lips. Joxer clutched his face and leaned into Ares with a small whimper. His mouth opened and Ares’ tongue dipped gently between his lips. The kiss deepened, but stayed soft and slow as Ares pulled Joxer fully onto the bed. He rolled them over so that he lay on top and lifted his head. He smoothed his younger lover’s hair back and stroked his cheek. “I… I think I’m falling in love with you,” Ares whispered. Joxer stared up at him with a mixture of shock and soul-deep joy. “Oh ‘Res,” he breathed. He pulled Ares down again and kissed him passionately, trying to convey the feelings he just couldn’t find words for. “Make love to me, Ares,” he whispered. “Joxer,” Ares shook his head, “I don’t think…” Joxer put a finger on his lips. “Please,” he whispered, “I want to be part of you.” Ares groaned, “Oh God, Jox, I want you so much.” Joxer sat up, pushing Ares back gently. He started to unbutton Ares’ shirt, stroking his lover’s throat and lightly haired chest as it was revealed. Ares yanked his shirt off and pulled Joxer closer. He trailed small, nibbling kisses down Joxer’s neck, and pulled his shirt out of his pants, sliding his hand underneath to run up and down his back. Joxer’s hands roamed freely over his lover’s hard body. Ares pulled Joxer’s shirt open and slipped it off. He continued to kiss Joxer’s neck and throat, stopping to suck occasionally, leaving small passion marks on his lover’s pale skin, and his hands wandered down to undo Joxer’s pants. Ares pushed Joxer back down and stood up to take off his pants and shorts. Then he crawled over Joxer and hitched his pants and underwear down. Joxer lifted his hips so that Ares could pull them off. Ares lay down on his side, half on top of Joxer and ran his hand down his lover’s chest and stomach, smiling at the small quiver that ran through the younger boy’s body. He reached over and opened the drawer in his bedside table, digging around till he took out a small tube, which he put on top of the table. Then he turned his full attention back to Joxer. They explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, searching out sensitive spots discovered in the past week and finding new ones. Joxer was panting helplessly by the time Ares settled between his legs. Ares wrapped his fingers round Joxer’s slim cock and stroked it slowly, reaching for the tube with his other hand. He pulled back briefly, and Joxer watched his lover squeeze clear gel onto his fingers. Ares pushed Joxer’s legs back and further apart and, as he took Joxer’s cock into his mouth, he slipped a finger between firm asscheeks and rubbed gently. “Oh God,” Joxer gasped, thrusting his hips down. The soft touch set his whole body alight and he whimpered, needing to feel more. Ares ran his lips up and down Joxer’s shaft and slowly pushed his finger inside Joxer’s body. He lifted his head again. “Jox, you okay?” “Yes, please, more,” Joxer whispered huskily. Ares nodded and swallowed him again, working a second finger carefully into his tight passage. Joxer gasped and parted his legs more, rocking between his lover’s hot mouth and careful fingers. Ares pushed deeper inside him and rubbed the small nub of his prostate. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he came hard into Ares’ mouth. Ares swallowed and continued to pump his fingers, stretching him carefully. A third finger had Joxer bucking under him. “Please, ‘Res, need you,” Joxer groaned. Ares knelt between his legs and stroked his hip gently. Then he reached over to the table for more lube, rubbing it over his shaft. Joxer watched him breathlessly. Ares lay on top of him and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to his body. “Stay still and relax for me, Jox,” Ares whispered, “Breathe deeply.” His lover’s thick cock pressed slowly inside him and Joxer breathed out heavily. “Oh,” he groaned. Ares stopped and stroked his hair. “Shh, relax,” he whispered. Joxer shook his head. “Need more,” he managed to say. Ares bent his head and kissed him gently as he slid further inside his younger lover. Joxer sucked in a breath at the feeling of completion, of Ares filling him, stretching him. Ares stopped again, gasping. He looked a little strained. “’Res?” Joxer stroked his face, “Are you okay?” “God, yes!” Ares groaned, “You feel so good.” “So do you,” Joxer whispered, shifting his hips so he could feel the stretch. Ares moaned and started to pull out slowly. Joxer sighed happily and wrapped his legs round Ares’ hips. Ares buried himself again, angling himself to hit Joxer’s prostate. Joxer cried out at the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Ares began a slow rhythm and they rocked together, hands clasped tightly, their eyes locked on each other’s face. Joxer shuddered as his renewed erection rubbed between their stomachs. “’Res, need more,” he gasped. Ares dropped onto his elbows and dipped his head to claim Joxer’s lips as he plunged harder into his lover. Joxer whimpered and clutched at him, thrusting his hips down. Ares’ strokes speeded up and he buried himself deeper and deeper until Joxer was incapable of anything but meeting each stroke with a moan. He started to shudder uncontrollably and he pulled away from Ares’ mouth to scream as his hot seed splashed onto their bellies. His muscles clamped down on Ares’ cock and he felt his lover jerk against him. “Oh God,” Ares groaned and thrust deep and hard, before collapsing on top of Joxer, small tremors racking his body. Joxer held his lover close, stroking his back softly. Ares rubbed his face against Joxer’s neck and kissed him. He started to pull back but Joxer held on tightly. “No, stay,” Joxer whispered, he wanted Ares inside him for as long as possible. Ares lifted his head and smiled at him gently. “Thank you,” he whispered. Joxer touched his face. “What for?” “Giving yourself to me,” Ares kissed him softly. “I… I’m falling in love with you too,” Joxer said quietly. “Oh, Joxer,” Ares breathed against his mouth. He rolled them over carefully so that he remained inside Joxer, but his lover now sprawled over him. As he softened and slipped out of Joxer’s body, Ares pulled the covers over them. Joxer listened to Ares’ heartbeat until he fell asleep. Part 18 When Joxer woke up, he found himself still lying on top of his lover’s body. He lifted his head and stared down at Ares with a gentle smile. Very carefully, he slipped off Ares and out of bed. He put his pants on, grabbed his bag and headed for the bathroom, nearly walking into Strife. “Oh hey, Jox,” Strife greeted him with a broad smile. Joxer grinned at him, “Hi, you’re up early.” “Yeah, had to pee.” Strife raised an eyebrow at him, “So, ‘mister hickey’, good night?” Joxer blushed furiously and nodded, “Yeah, very.” “Same here,” Strife smirked, “Time for another round, I think, see ya.” Joxer chuckled and shook his head. When he got back to Ares’ room, his lover was still asleep. Joxer stood and stared at him for a moment, still a little unable to believe that Ares was *his* boyfriend, his *lover*! He shook himself and took off his pants, crawling back into bed next to Ares. Ares mumbled in his sleep and pulled Joxer into his arms. Joxer sighed happily and snuggled in, soon dropping off again in the warm, safe embrace. @>*~ The next time Joxer woke, his head was in Ares’ now clothed lap and his hair was being gently stroked. Joxer lay quietly, simply enjoying the feeling of being cared for. He turned so his head was facing Ares’ crotch, maintaining the pretence of sleep, although he was hard pushed not to smile at Ares’ sharp intake of breath. He nuzzled gently against his lover’s growing erection. “You’d better be awake, Joxer,” Ares groaned. Joxer chuckled and wrapped his arms round Ares’ waist, opening his mouth to breathe warmly on the older boy’s groin. Ares’ hands slipped into his hair, tangling up. Joxer nibbled up the length of the confined cock, softly massaging Ares’ shaft with his lips. He unzipped and unbuttoned Ares’ pants and carefully pulled out his cock. Joxer wrapped his mouth round the hard length and suckled languorously. “Mmmm,” Ares moaned. One hand detached itself from Joxer’s hair and slid slowly down his back to his ass and squeezed gently. Then it slipped between Joxer’s legs and cupped his balls. It was Joxer’s turn to moan and he parted his legs wantonly, continuing to gently suck Ares’ cock. Ares chuckled and took Joxer’s cock in a loose grip, pumping lazily. After a few minutes of gentle, slow loving, Joxer came with a quiet intensity and his moan pushed Ares into a long, shuddering climax. Joxer continued to suckle until Ares gently pulled his head away. He sat up and shifted into Ares’ arms, tilting his head back to smile at his lover. “Good morning,” he whispered. “I’ll say,” Ares smiled at him, “What a way to start the day!” Joxer leant forward for a kiss and Ares obliged eagerly. “I wish you could stay over more often,” Ares whispered, nuzzling his ear. “So do I,” Joxer said quietly. “At least m-my d-d-dad’s away at the weekends though.” Ares frowned at him. “Yeah,” he said quietly. Joxer kissed him quickly, hoping to distract him from the touchy subject. When he pulled away, they were both breathing raggedly. “Time to shift that beautiful butt, I’m hungry,” Ares grinned at him. Joxer shivered, feeling Ares’ fingers ghost over his asscheeks and dip briefly between them. Then he sighed and got up reluctantly. Ares handed him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Shower?” Joxer asked. Ares shook his head, “Not yet, I like smelling you on me.” Joxer grinned, “Yeah, I like smelling me on you, too.” Ares laughed and caught him in a hug, sniffing his neck. “’Course, you smell pretty damn good too,” he chuckled. “That’s because I smell like you,” Joxer grinned. “That’s true,” Ares smiled smugly. Joxer chuckled. Ares pulled Joxer up against his body for one more kiss, before they finally left the room. In the kitchen, Strife was having his breakfast… Cupid. “Jesus, don’t you guys *ever* stop?” Ares laughed. “No!” Cupid gasped, clutching convulsively at Strife’s hair. Strife just continued to suck, gripping Cupid’s hips tighter. Joxer smiled and sat down, watching the couple avidly. Ares chuckled at him, stroked his hair back and went to the fridge. “Oh God!” Cupid groaned. He jerked and shuddered, and Strife moaned, swallowing noisily. Strife knelt back on his heels and smiled up at Cupid, who leaned forward to kiss him, then pull him to his feet. “Hi,” he grinned at Ares and Joxer. Joxer grinned back. “You guys want fruit salad?” Ares asked. “Sounds good.” “Yup.” “Please.” “So, Jox,” Strife sat down in Cupid’s lap. “You need a cushion or anything?” Joxer blushed and gaped. Cupid clipped the back of Strife’s head lightly. “Don’t tease the poor boy,” he admonished. Strife chuckled and Joxer grinned at him. “Be nice, children,” Ares said mock-sternly. He put a large bowl of fruit on the table and sat down next to Joxer. Joxer shifted closer and hooked a leg over Ares’ knee. “You guys okay?” Ares asked Cupid and Strife. “Yeah, fine,” Cupid smiled. “Better than fine,” Strife smiled happily and kissed Cupid. “What’s going to happen at school?” Joxer asked quietly. “I don’t know, but we’ll get no support from Ms. Jones,” Cupid frowned. “You can always go to Ms. Porter though,” Ares suggested. “Really? How do you know?” Strife asked. “She knows about me and Jox,” Ares flushed lightly, and Joxer nudged him with a grin. “Oh?” Cupid raised an eyebrow. “Saw us kissing,” Ares explained, “She’s cool though.” Cupid and Strife nodded. Each of them fed their respective partners bits of fruit as they talked. Joxer tried to pretend he didn’t have to go home soon. After breakfast, they all took quick showers, and Joxer and Ares went back to Ares’ room. Ares sat on his bed and watched Joxer get dressed. “Do you want a lift, or are you going to walk?” Ares asked him quietly. “I think I might walk,” Joxer said quietly. Ares lay back with a sigh, “So your father doesn’t see me?” “N-n-no!” Joxer protested. “Babe, you know your stutter gets worse when you lie?” Ares said quietly. Joxer’s eyes widened. “It also gets worse when you’re under pressure or you talk about your dad.” “H-he’s j-j-just real st-strict,” Joxer whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. “You shouldn’t be scared of him,” Ares sat up and gently urged Joxer down next to him. He put his arm round Joxer’s hunched shoulders. “C-can we not t-talk about this n-now?” Joxer mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Ares’ neck. Ares sighed, “Okay. But you know you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?” Joxer felt his heart clench with a mixture of happiness and sadness and he nodded. “I know,” he whispered. Ares held him tightly and he clung to his strong lover, not wanting to ever leave the safety of his embrace. “I have to go,” he whispered, “I never know what time he’ll get back on a Sunday.” “Okay. Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen at school tomorrow, will you come round after in case I don’t see you?” Ares asked. “Yeah, normal time?” Joxer asked. Ares nodded. Ares walked him to the door and gave him a lung-bursting kiss before reluctantly letting him go. Joxer walked home slowly, enjoying the slight burn in his ass. It felt like Ares was still inside him. He was hoping his father wouldn’t be home yet, some quiet time to relive the weekend would be nice. @>*~ Joxer was sitting on the couch watching TV when his father lurched in. He perched nervously on the edge of his seat, wondering what sort of mood he’d be in. His father snarled at him. “Get off the fucking couch!” he snapped, grabbing Joxer’s collar to yank him up. Joxer half dangled from his father’s grasp, heart pounding fearfully. “What the fuck is that?” his father demanded suddenly. Joxer blinked in confusion, “Wh-what?” “Those marks on your neck?” Joxer flushed and swallowed nervously, he didn’t know how to explain those. “Um, n-n-nothing, j-j-just b-b-bruises,” Joxer stuttered painfully. “Bullshit!” his father exclaimed, “You’re a fucking, dirty, little, whore-son liar!” His father took a better grip of his collar and punched him in the stomach. Joxer gasped in pain, and struggled to breathe. “What are you?” his father asked, punching him again. Joxer sagged, tears starting to flow soundlessly. “A l-l-l-liar.” “That’s right! And liars get punished!” His father shoved him face down over the couch. Joxer flinched when he heard the sound of leather sliding across denim, and he shoved his fist into his mouth. The first blow took him by surprise, because it hit him across the back. He bit down on his fist, his hoarse scream muffled. After the first few blows he was close to passing out, but his father liked to make sure his kids were conscious when he was punishing them, so he had no respite. Finally, when he couldn’t scream any longer and he’d bitten through the skin of his fist, his father stopped. “Stop bleeding on my carpet, you little shit. Get to your room!” his father yelled. Joxer forced himself to his feet, holding on to the tatters of his pants. He made it upstairs to his bed, and passed out. Part 19 The phone ringing woke him up. Fighting against the pain, he reached for the handset. “H-he-hello?” he whispered. “Joxer? It’s Ares, where are you?” Joxer frowned, “What?” “It’s half past eight, Jox are you okay?” Ares sounded worried. “It’s Monday?” Joxer realised with horror that he’d been unconscious for a whole day. “Joxer?! What do you mean ‘It’s Monday?’?” Ares’ voice was full of concern. Joxer panicked, racking his brain for an excuse. “It’s ok-kay, I w-w-wasn’t f-feeling well, I m-m-must have s-slept r-right th-th-through.” He winced at how badly he was stuttering. “I’m coming over,” Ares said. “No!” Joxer took a deep breath, “No, p-please, m-my f-f-f-father’s home.” “Joxer…” “P-please, ‘Res. It’s a b-bad time, I’m f-f-fine, r-really,” Joxer pleaded. There was a moment of silence. “Will you come round tomorrow? We’ve been suspended, I won’t see you at school,” Ares said quietly. “I d-don’t think I c-can, d-d-dad grounded me,” Joxer whispered. He tried to think how long it would be before his ass healed decently. “When will I see you then?” Ares whispered. Joxer bit his lip, frowning in distress, trying not to cry. “Joxer?” “I d-don’t know. I w-want to see you ‘Res, but d-d-d-dad’s in a r-really bad m-m-mood,” Joxer said quietly. “Jox,” Ares paused, “Are you ill or are you hurt?” Joxer’s breath hitched. “I uh, I’m okay ‘Res, r-really.” He heard Ares sigh heavily. “Jox, I hope you’ll talk to me about this sometime, but I’ll wait till you’re ready,” Ares voice was gentle and softly concerned. “Come round when you can, I’ll be here.” “Okay,” Joxer swallowed against the tears that threatened. “I’ll miss you, babe,” Ares whispered. “I’ll miss you too.” Joxer’s voice caught in his throat. “If you can’t come round, call me, okay?” “Okay, bye, ‘Res,” Joxer said quietly. “Bye, Jox.” Joxer put the phone down and buried his head in his arms, sobbing quietly. He needed more than anything to see Ares, to feel safe again, but he couldn’t, not in the state he was in. He couldn’t bear the thought of Ares seeing him this way, he’d be disgusted. Joxer levered himself off the bed, hissing with pain. He carefully peeled his clothes off, wincing where the cloth had stuck to his lacerated skin. Several welts started bleeding again and he hobbled to the shower quickly. He kept the temperature low and used his tea tree soap to carefully wash and disinfect his bruised, gashed skin, tears flowing freely. Joxer lathered on as much comfrey ointment as he could and taped up the worst cuts. Before he could collapse back into bed, he had to change his sheets, which were crusted with dried blood. @>*~ He didn’t go to school that week. His father left a note to say he’d rung the school to say he’d be off, as his ‘wussy ass couldn’t take a man’s punishment’. He spoke to Ares every night, but continued to maintain that he was grounded. And he refused to let Ares come round. He wasn’t ready to see his lover quite yet, no matter how much he wanted to. The decision was taken away from him though. On Friday night, after his father had left, Joxer was startled by the doorbell ringing. He opened the door and his jaw dropped. “’Res?” Ares smiled tightly at him. “I d-didn’t hear your bike.” “I, I was out for a walk, found myself here,” Ares bit his lip, “I uh, Jox, can I come in?” “Oh, y-yeah, sorry.” Joxer stood aside and let Ares in, closing the door behind him. He hugged his arms around his chest and led Ares up to his room. He tried not to shake with the nervousness and happiness and apprehension he was feeling. He sat down quickly. “Wh-why did you come? If m-my d-d-d-dad caught you…” “I needed to see you,” Ares sat next to him and reached out towards him. Joxer closed his eyes, waiting for the touch, but it didn’t come. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, before opening one cautiously. “’Res?” Ares was staring at the floor, hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I need to ask you something,” Ares whispered. Joxer’s chest tightened painfully, and he couldn’t breathe. “Jox, are we… still together?” Joxer breathed out in relief. “Oh God yes, ‘Res, yes!” Ares looked up and smiled, he reached out and cupped Joxer’s cheek gently. Joxer sighed and leaned in. “I can’t believe how much I’ve missed you,” Ares whispered, “I was going nuts.” Joxer whimpered and crawled into Ares’ arms, needing desperately to feel safe again. Ares held him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly. Joxer lifted his head, “I’ve missed you too.” “Show me,” Ares breathed. Joxer licked his lips and leaned forward, hesitantly brushing his mouth against Ares’. Ares moaned, his hand slid up Joxer’s back and gripped his neck, pulling him closer. Joxer opened his mouth to the insistent pressure of Ares’ tongue. He shifted to straddle Ares’ lap and wrapped his legs around his waist as he sucked hungrily on his lover’s tongue. Five days apart had taken their toll and they rocked together frantically as they devoured each other’s mouths. Ares pulled away and dropped his head onto Joxer’s shoulder. His fingers dug into Joxer’s hips and he thrust hard against Joxer’s groin. Joxer didn’t feel any pain, he was too far gone. “Oh God, ‘Res!” Joxer gasped, his back arched and he came hard, Ares following him quickly with a cry. “Fuck, babe,” Ares panted harshly. He lifted his head and stared at Joxer, who was flushed and breathing hard. “Kiss me.” Joxer groaned and leaned forward again, sucking gently on Ares’ bottom lip. He dipped his tongue into Ares’ mouth, tasting his lover, exploring thoroughly. Ares lifted him up and lay him down on the bed, returning the kiss slowly. They curled up together and Joxer pulled away to bury his face in Ares’ neck. Ares stroked his hair gently. Part 20 “How long are you suspended?” Joxer whispered. “Another week,” Ares replied. “Why haven’t you been in school?” Joxer sighed, “How’d you know?” “Eris told me. Are you okay?” Ares asked quietly. “I am now,” Joxer sighed, snuggling closer. Ares gave a quiet laugh and hugged him. “What happened on Sunday, Joxer?” Joxer went quiet. “N-nothing.” Ares sighed, “You’re not going to tell me are you?” Joxer lifted his head and stared at Ares sadly. “It’s n-nothing, p-please ‘Res.” Ares met his eyes and frowned slightly, “Okay, I said I’d wait till you were ready, so I will.” Joxer smiled tightly, “Th-thank you.” Ares stroked his face, “Don’t look so sad.” Joxer sighed. “Something else is wrong, isn’t it?” Ares asked. “Jett’s got visiting hours tomorrow, but d-d-d-dad said no. It’s out of county so I can’t get there,” Joxer whispered. “You really miss your brothers, don’t you?” Joxer nodded. “I’ll take you babe, you know that.” Joxer smiled and kissed him, “Thank you.” Ares grinned and pulled him down for another kiss. Joxer lay on top of Ares and framed his head with his hands, leaning down and gently licking his lover’s mouth. Ares’ fingers wove into his hair and urged him closer to encourage a deeper kiss. Joxer moaned at the way Ares was sensuously tongue-fucking his mouth. His pants tightened uncomfortably and he bucked against his lover. Ares groaned again and a gentle hand slid down Joxer’s back to grasp his ass. It burned slightly, but Joxer didn’t care, he was too lost in the sensation of Ares’ tongue claiming his mouth, and his hard cock pressed against his own erection. He sat up and ripped his t-shirt off. Ares sighed in satisfaction and reached up to stroke soft, pink nipples. Joxer’s breath hitched and he moaned, arching into the firm touch. Ares sat up and wrapped his arms round Joxer, dipping his head to suck one pert nub into his mouth. “Mmmm, God!” Joxer gasped, hips jerking convulsively. Strong fingers massaged their way down his back to his hips, gripping tightly. Joxer pulled at Ares’ shirt and the older boy sat back slightly so he could tug it off. Joxer’s fingers ran over smooth, tanned skin of their own accord. Ares crushed him to his chest and kissed him passionately as their hips rolled in a slow rhythm. “’Res, oh God, I need you,” Joxer gasped desperately. It suddenly didn’t matter that Ares might see the marks on his ass, he needed to have his lover inside him, claiming and completing him, then he could feel safe again. “Please.” Ares nodded wordlessly and kissed him again briefly. He gently lay Joxer back down on the bed and got up to strip the rest of his clothes off. Joxer watched his lover’s strong body revealed to his greedy gaze, and licked his lips unconsciously at the sight of Ares’ hard cock jutting from his groin. Joxer quickly pulled off his sweatpants and shorts. Ares sighed and slowly ran a hand down Joxer’s body, before lying down again. Joxer wrapped himself round Ares’ body, making small whimpering noises in the back of his throat. “Shhh, Jox, I’m here, we’re taking this slow, okay?” Ares whispered, stroking his back. Joxer froze when Ares’ hand finally came into contact with his naked ass. Ares stopped moving. “What’s that?” Ares rolled him over and his breath hitched audibly. Gentle fingers traced Joxer’s still healing skin. “The bastard,” Ares whispered, “I’ll kill him.” Joxer turned onto his side and took Ares’ hand, “Leave it ‘Res, please. J-just love me… make it better.” He put Ares’ hand on his hip and drew the older boy closer until they were sharing breath. “Oh God, Joxer,” Ares kissed him desperately. Joxer pulled him back down on top of him, the weight of his lover felt reassuring. He wrapped his legs round Ares’ waist and thrust up. Ares breathed out raggedly. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he gasped. Joxer reached over to his bedside table and found some cream, he handed it to Ares. “Make love to me, I need you to be inside me,” Joxer whispered. Ares kissed him again gently, before coating his fingers with the cream. He carefully and slowly prepared him. Joxer thrust impatiently, but Ares refused to hurry. When he eventually withdrew his fingers, Joxer pushed him back slightly and turned over onto his hands and knees. “Oh Christ,” Ares’ voice sounded strangled. Joxer twisted his head and stared at his lover. Ares was gazing at him with a mixture of lust and sorrow. “Ares,” Joxer whispered hoarsely. Ares met his eyes. “Take me.” Ares choked and quickly gripped Joxer’s hips, pushing his cock against the entrance to Joxer’s body. Joxer breathed out in ecstasy as he was filled and stretched slowly until he felt Ares’ balls resting against him. Ares pulled out again just as slowly, and Joxer shuddered with pleasure and happiness. Then without warning, Ares slammed hard into him. Joxer gasped, his balls tightened and he nearly came. Ares paused for a second. “More,” Joxer panted through gritted teeth as he forced his body back under control. Ares pulled back quickly and plunged into him balls deep. This time, there was no pause and Joxer dropped his head onto his forearms under the beautifully hard onslaught. “Harder, please, take me.” “Fuck, Jox,” Ares gasped as he pounded into his young lover. “You feel so good.” Ares gripped Joxer’s hips and plunged faster. He leaned over Joxer’s body to kiss his neck. “I love to be inside you, Joxer, it’s not me who takes you, it’s you who takes me,” he whispered softly, reaching under them to roughly stroke Joxer’s cock. Joxer gasped and came with a body wrenching jerk. He felt Ares shudder over him and the warmth of Ares’ seed filling him, and tears came. He collapsed on to the bed, crying. Ares rolled Joxer over into his arms. “Shh, Jox, it’s going to be okay. I love you, I love you, shh.” Joxer lifted his head, blinking away tears, and he smiled tremulously. “I love you.” Part 21 Joxer woke up in Ares’ arms and smiled, then panicked. What if his father had come home during the night? He got up quietly and pulled on his sweatpants. He snuck through the house checking all the rooms, including the garage, where he’d once found his father passed out, but to his relief the house was empty. He made his way back to his room, where he found Ares sitting up, staring at the picture of him and his brothers. Ares looked up and smiled at him. “Morning, babe.” Ares patted the bed and Joxer curled up next to him. Ares hugged him and gave him a small kiss. Joxer touched the picture. “Are you and Jett much alike?” Ares asked. Joxer shook his head, “Not really, I love him, but he can be real mean, not to me or Jace, but he is scary.” “At sixteen?” Ares asked, raising an eyebrow. Joxer nodded sadly. “It was his way of dealing with things, he got into fighting and weapons and stuff. He used to pound the crap out of anyone who tried to bully me or Jace. We were the only ones he didn’t ever hurt. Even d-d-dad was scared of him, that’s why he won’t visit.” “Why’s he in juvey?” Ares stroked Joxer’s arm soothingly. “At-t-tempted m-murder,” Joxer whispered. “Fuck, you’re kidding?!” Ares exclaimed. Joxer shook his head. “Wow,” Ares breathed, “Who?” “The doctor wh-who helped d-d-d-dad commit Jace,” Joxer said quietly. “Oh,” Ares’ breath came out in a whoosh, “I guess, I can kind of understand that.” Joxer gripped him fearfully. “No, I just mean I’d want to kill someone who hurt someone I loved. And we will talk about your father, Joxer, soon.” Joxer nodded, looking away worriedly. Ares lifted his chin gently and kissed him. “Hey, I promise I won’t kill him, how’s that?” Joxer couldn’t help the small smile and he nodded. Ares grinned at him and kissed him again. @>*~ They took their first shower together, clinging to each other, exchanging soft kisses as they stroked each other to completion. Ares washed Joxer tenderly, paying special attention to the still healing skin of his ass. Joxer cooked them breakfast before they walked back to Ares’ to get his bike. Joxer hated not being able to touch his lover for that brief time. They were unfortunate enough to run into Hercules as he came out of the main house. “Oh look,” Hercules sneered, “The big loser and his pet tutor.” Ares’ hands clenched into fists and he snarled at his stepbrother. “Fuck off, jerk,” he growled. Hercules frowned, “What do you need a tutor for, dickwad? You’re gonna flunk out of school anyway, and suspension’s gonna look real good on your permanent record.” Ares took a step towards Hercules. “Hey, back off, asshole. Wouldn’t want to have to tell your daddy you let a couple of fags use your place, for whatever it is they do,” Hercules smirked triumphantly. His smirk faded somewhat when Ares smiled suddenly. Ares’ hand shot out to grip Hercules’ throat. “While I’m sure you know exactly what ‘*fags*’ get up to, dad already knows, so go stick it up your ass!” He shoved Hercules back. “Come on, Jox.” Joxer couldn’t help grinning, and he followed Ares to the guest house, Hercules staring after them dumbfounded. As they moved out of view of the main house, Ares slipped an arm round his waist and squeezed him. “Does your dad really know?” Joxer asked. “Oh yeah. He was surprisingly understanding actually, never told anyone when they were keeping it a secret. ‘Course he didn’t exactly know what they got up to, I doubt if he ever really thought about it,” Ares grinned at him. He held open the door for Joxer and followed him in. Eris was lounging on an armchair watching TV, while Cupid and Strife were making out on the couch, as usual. “Joxer!” Eris exclaimed, beaming at him. Strife and Cupid looked up. “Well, thank God!” Strife grinned at Joxer, “You have *no* idea what an asshole Ares has been this week!” “Hey! Quiet you,” Ares glared at his cousin, who just smirked at him. Joxer had to laugh, then he blinked innocently when Ares turned his glare onto him. Ares snorted and pouted until Joxer gave him a quick kiss. Suitably mollified, Ares gently pushed Joxer towards the free chair. “I’ll just change my clothes and put together some lunch, then we can go if you like?” Ares suggested. Joxer smiled and nodded. “Go where? Can we come?” Strife bounced excitedly. Joxer glanced at Ares, who shrugged. “It’s not my place to tell them, babe, it’s up to you.” “Sounds ominous,” said Cupid with a small frown. Joxer shook his head, “We’re going to visit my brother.” “Oh cool, meeting the in-laws already, ‘Res?” Strife chuckled. “I didn’t realise you had any brothers or sisters, is he older or something?” Strife looked curious. Joxer shook his head, “No, we’re triplets.” “Oh rad!” Strife exclaimed excitedly, “I bet you can really fuck with people’s heads.” Joxer chuckled, “Yeah, we used to when we were kids.” Ares sat on the arm of the chair and squeezed his shoulder. “So, where is he?” Cupid asked. “Uh, M-Melville’s,” Joxer said hesitantly. Strife and Cupid looked blank. Eris frowned, “Isn’t that… oh.” “What?” Strife asked, a little impatiently. Joxer cleared his throat, “It’s a m-maximum sec-security juvenile d-d-detention centre,” he stuttered quietly. “Oh.” There was an awkward silence, before Strife grinned at him. “Well, aren’t you the man of mystery!” Joxer chuckled in relief. Ares bent down and kissed him, then he got up. “I won’t be long,” he said. Joxer nodded. “So, you’re the nice one, your Melville connection’s the naughty one, you got the other one locked up in a nuthouse or something?” Strife chuckled jokingly. Joxer blanched and looked away. “Oh shit. You’re kidding? I’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean anything.” Strife looked mortified. Joxer smiled tightly. “It’s okay. If my d-d-dad knew I w-was g-g-gay, I’d be j-joining him.” Strife, Cupid and Eris gaped at him. “Wow, no offence, man, but your father sounds like a dick!” Strife said quietly. “Yeah,” Joxer whispered. “I’m glad you and ‘Res are okay,” Eris said with a gentle smile. “So am I,” Joxer smiled back at her. Ares came into the room and frowned at the tense atmosphere. “Strife, what did you say?” he asked angrily. “Hey, what ya blaming me for?” Strife exclaimed defensively. “It’s okay, ‘Res, he didn’t say anything,” Joxer said quietly. “Sorry,” Ares muttered in Strife’s general direction. “Yeah, well, whatever,” Strife pouted. He sat back against Cupid, who wrapped his arms around him comfortingly. Ares held out a hand to Joxer and pulled him to his feet and into a quick hug. “We’ll see you guys later.” Part 22 “So, Melville’s?” Ares handed Joxer the spare helmet. Joxer nodded. He got on the bike behind Ares and wrapped his arms tightly round his lover. He loved riding on the bike, it gave him a valid excuse for touching Ares. It took them just over an hour and by the time they got there, Joxer was feeling very nervous. As they walked to the front office, Ares slipped a hand under his jacket and stroked his back soothingly. Joxer smiled at him gratefully. A very bored looking guard barely looked up at them. “Who are you visiting?” “J-Jett C-C-Corinth,” Joxer winced at his stutter. “Relationship to offender?” the guard barely stifled a yawn. “Brother and c-c-cousin.” “You want me to come in?” Ares whispered. “Please, ‘Res,” Joxer nodded, looking pleadingly at his lover. Ares smiled at him and gently touched his cheek, “Okay.” The guard raised an eyebrow at them, “Cousins, huh?” Ares glared at him. The guard cleared his throat nervously, “Yes, well, if you’ll just sign here, you can go on through.” “Come on, babe,” Ares said quietly, with a final glare at the guard. Joxer paced nervously in the small room, until Ares got up and made him sit down, rubbing his shoulders gently. “How long has it been, Jox?” Ares spoke softly. “Six months,” Joxer sighed, “Longer for Jace, we’re not allowed to visit him at all.” Ares crouched next to him and looked up. “It’s going to be okay, you’ll see.” He cupped Joxer’s face and Joxer leaned down to share a soft kiss. “Bringing your fella to meet the psycho brother?” They jumped apart in surprise. “You sure that’s a good idea?” “Jett!” A longer-haired version of Joxer, dressed in a blue boiler suit, stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. Joxer smiled and stepped forward. His brother picked him up into a bear hug. Joxer laughed. “Put me down, J,” he exclaimed. “So, J,” Jett started, putting his brother back down, “You gonna introduce me?” He stared at Ares, eyes narrowing slightly. Joxer glanced at Ares, who was sitting back down looking completely relaxed. Joxer gave him a small smile and Ares smiled back reassuringly. “This is Ares,” Joxer walked over to his lover, “My boyfriend.” Jett smiled, “Well that’s obvious.” He walked over to the opposite side of the table and leaned over it, staring at Ares. Ares met his gaze calmly. “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” “You gay?” “Yes, I am.” “First boyfriend?” “No.” “You top?” “Jett!” Joxer exclaimed, “That’s enough!” Ares touched his arm gently. “It’s okay, babe,” he said quietly, squeezing his arm gently. “Well,” Jett sniffed, “You seem okay.” He leaned forward threateningly, “Hurt him and I’ll kill you.” Ares sat forward and frowned at Jett. “That’s not something you have to worry about,” he said with quiet menace. “Can we stop with the alpha male posturing please?!” Joxer glared at them both. “J, no threatening my boyfriend please, okay? And Ares, don’t be so defensive, I know you won’t hurt me.” Ares looked apologetic and Joxer sat in his lap, patting his cheek gently. Then he raised an eyebrow at his brother. Jett pouted slightly, but sat down. “Okay, J, what’s the old man been up to?” Jett asked quietly. “Wh-what do you m-mean?” Joxer asked. Jett tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. Joxer flushed. “How’d you know?” “The way you’re moving and sitting, even though he’s got to be a heck of a lot more comfortable than these fucking chairs!” Jett exclaimed. “It wasn’t bad,” Joxer said quietly. “Not bad?!” Ares gaped, “Babe, you had to take a week off school! Those two ‘falls’ were him too, weren’t they?” Joxer nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, burying his face in Ares’ neck. His breath hitched and Ares lifted his head. “Oh, Jox, I’m sorry.” Ares gently kissed away the tears that had escaped. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “He used the belt, didn’t he?” Jett asked quietly. Joxer nodded. “Oh, I’m *so* gonna enjoy killing him!” Jett growled. Joxer half laughed, “You got five more years in here, J.” “And?” Jett smirked. “And?! That was for *attempted* murder!” Joxer exclaimed, “He’s not worth life!” “Relax, J,” Jett said quietly, “Who said anything about murder? Accidents happen all the time.” Joxer shook his head and sighed, “J…” “So,” Jett interrupted him, “Heard anything from J lately?” “No,” Joxer frowned, “Still can’t visit and I don’t think he’s getting my letters.” “Damn, that doctor’s vindictive,” Jett’s eyes narrowed. “Well, you did try to kill him, J,” Joxer said quietly. Ares was stroking his back again and it helped him stay relaxed. Jett snorted, “He wanted to use electroshock therapy for fuck’s sake. Christ, J’s only a transvestite. That quack’d have a field day with you, ‘the gay one’” Jett made quotations marks with his fingers. “Yeah, thanks a whole lot, J,” Joxer glared at his brother. Jett sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Anyway, what’s the story with you two, huh?” Jett raised an inquiring eyebrow at Ares, “What’s my bro got?” Joxer flushed, “*J*!” Ares tilted Joxer’s chin up, “Would you like to know?” he whispered. Joxer swallowed and nodded. Ares turned back to Jett. “Well, first, I was curious, you know? I mean, a sixteen year old senior and all. So I watched him. I thought he was cute,” Joxer flushed again and Ares grinned at him, “And sweet and I liked the shyness. And then, well, I couldn’t stop watching, and I found out that he is kind and funny and brilliant, and that I had a massive crush on him.” “’Res,” Joxer whispered. Ares smiled at him and Joxer kissed him with soft urgency. “Ah geez, if you weren’t making my brother so happy, I think I’d puke!” Jett groaned at the tender display. Joxer pulled a face at him. “So, I take it Ares is the amazing guy you didn’t have a ‘cat in hell’s chance’ with?” Joxer nodded. Jett leaned forward and winked conspiratorially, “You boinked yet?” he whispered. “Jett!” Joxer went bright red and shifted uncomfortably. “You have?!” Jett looked slightly shocked, “Well shit, J, I’m impressed.” There was a knock at the door and a guard came in. Jett and Joxer stood up. “Well, I guess it’s time, bro,” Jett looked regretful. Joxer nodded and pulled his brother into a hug. Jett squeezed him briefly, then he held his hand out to Ares. “Look after him,” he said quietly. Ares shook his hand and nodded, “Count on it.” “Ah, come on, ya breakin ma heart here,” the guard sneered at them. The combined glare of Jett and Ares made the guard blanch and back away. “I might be able to get down next month, if ‘Res can bring me,” Joxer glanced at his boyfriend, who nodded. “Cool, see ya J, and don’t forget to write,” Jett grinned. “I’m not the one who forgets,” Joxer said pointedly. “Yeah, yeah,” Jett snickered and followed the guard out of the room. Part 23 Ares turned Joxer around and hugged him. “You okay?” he asked. Joxer nodded, burying his face in the comforting warmth of Ares’ chest. Ares guided him gently out of the building and back to the bike. “Do you want to stop somewhere and eat?” Ares asked. Joxer nodded and gave him a small smile. “I’m sure we can find somewhere nice and quiet.” Joxer climbed onto the bike behind his lover and clung on tightly. He felt both happy and sad at seeing his brother after so long. At least he’d have more opportunity to see him in future. Ares turned down a country road and pulled off into a small, deserted picnic area. He carried his bag over to a tree and sat down, leaning against it. He grinned up at Joxer and patted the ground between his legs. Joxer sat down, side on, draping his legs over one of Ares’ and leaning against his lover. “Thank you,” he said, smiling up at Ares. Ares dropped a kiss on his lips, “You’re more than welcome.” He pulled the bag closer and dug out some sandwiches. “Now, eat, you’re looking a little skinny, babe.” Joxer rolled his eyes, “Yes, dear.” Ares chuckled and stuffed a sandwich into his mouth. “Wtowngtdst,” Joxer mumbled. “Pardon?” Ares chuckled. Joxer carefully chewed and swallowed, “I said, watch it or you won’t get dessert.” Ares looked momentarily confused, then he grinned, “Oh really, what’s for dessert?” Joxer smiled shyly, “Me.” Ares’ sandwich disappeared in a matter of seconds. “So,” Ares whispered huskily, “Is it time for dessert yet?” Joxer chuckled and Ares pounced. Joxer found himself flat on his back, being tickled half to death, screaming and laughing hysterically. He managed to capture his lover’s head between his hands and pulled Ares down for a heart stopping kiss. Ares moaned and lifted Joxer back up, into his lap, pulling him close. Joxer gasped and bucked when his lover’s hands appeared at his crotch and pulled open his pants, releasing his confined erection. Ares tugged his own pants open and pressed their cocks together. “Oh God,” Joxer moaned. Ares took Joxer’s hand and wrapped it round their cocks before clasping his own around them. Joxer dropped his head onto Ares’ shoulder, shuddering as they stroked together. Ares guided their pace, slowly speeding up. Joxer was overwhelmed with sensation and when Ares gently nibbled his neck, he cried out, jerking helplessly as he came. “Oh God, Jox,” Ares moaned, clutching him tightly. Joxer felt Ares’ come spurting against his hand and groin and he smiled against his lover’s shoulder. After a couple of minutes holding each other, Ares pulled back. “Don’t suppose you’ve got some tissue?” he asked. Joxer laughed and nodded. Ares took the proffered tissue from him and carefully wiped them both clean. He did up their pants and got up. “Can you stand?” he asked with a small smirk. Joxer laughed again, “Yes, I think I can manage.” Ares pulled him to his feet and hugged him. @>*~ Back at Ares’, Eris was out and Strife and Cupid were curled up, half naked, asleep on the couch. “Don’t they ever go out?” Joxer whispered. “Are you kidding?” Ares chuckled. “Actually, the last couple of weeks have been quite unusual. Mostly Cupe can’t go out, but his parents are away and his grandfather doesn’t care what he does, so he’s kinda moved in for the duration.” “What about Strife’s parents?” Joxer asked. Ares wrapped his arms round Joxer and stared at his cousin, sighing quietly. “They’re dead. Dad’s officially his guardian, but he pretty much lives down here with us.” “Oh,” Joxer dropped his head back onto Ares’ shoulder and looked up at his lover, “Let’s not disturb them.” Ares smiled and nodded. They quietly left the other couple to their peaceful slumber and went to Ares’ room, where they curled up on the bed. “You’re staying tonight, right?” Ares asked quietly. “Mmmm, yes please,” Joxer rested his head on Ares’ chest, listening to the slow, steady heartbeat. He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn and Ares sighed. “You haven’t had much sleep this week, have you?” Ares asked quietly. “No,” Joxer mumbled. Ares stroked his hair. “Sleep now, love.” @>*~ When Joxer woke up, the light was fading. He was still curled up on Ares and he smiled happily. “You awake?” Ares whispered. Joxer nodded and Ares kissed the top of his head. “Wanna get up?” “Okay,” Joxer lifted his head, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Ares smiled at him and ruffled his hair. Joxer sat up and poked his tongue out at his lover. “Hey, no gratuitous use of tongue unless my mouth is involved!” Ares chuckled. Joxer tilted his head and grinned wickedly, “Only your mouth?” “Ooh, baby,” Ares licked his lips, “You can show me more gratuitous use of your tongue later.” Joxer laughed, “I promise.” Ares heaved them off the bed and they went back to the lounge. The four occupants looked up at them in surprise. “Hey, didn’t know you were in,” Eris grinned. “Sleeping,” said Ares, sitting down with Joxer. “Uh huh,” Strife leered at them. Ares chuckled. “So, what are we doing?” he asked. “*We* are going bowling, wanna come?” Cupid smiled. “Jox?” Ares asked. “Um, okay,” Joxer smiled, he hadn’t been bowling for a while. “Cool, even numbers for a change,” Auto grinned, “Usually, it’s me and Cupe against these three hustlers.” “Ah, the team of King, King and Payne kick ass, I gotta warn ya, Jox,” Strife chuckled. “Hey,” Cupid elbowed his lover, “Tonight Love, Voleur and Corinth are taking the crown!” “Wanna bet?” Strife smirked. “Hell yeah!” Cupid grinned, “Winner gets blow jobs on demand for a week.” “You are on!” Strife sealed the bet with a long kiss. The other four chuckled at them. “Come on, we can take my truck,” Auto suggested.