Part 24
Of course, what the others didn’t know, was that Joxer was an excellent bowler, former champion of his old school in fact. Not that he was going to tell them. “You ever been to E20?” Strife asked him. Strife, Joxer and Ares were sitting in the back and Cupid was squashed into the front with Eris and Auto. Joxer shook his head. “You’ll love it, *very* gay friendly.” “A gay bowling alley?” Joxer raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, one of the few places me an’ Cupe have been able to go out together,” Strife smiled fondly at his lover who was talking animatedly with Eris and Auto. He leaned forward and gently stroked Cupid’s neck. Cupid stopped talking and turned his head. “Baby,” he whispered. Strife bent over the back of the chair and kissed his blond lover’s neck. “I love you,” he whispered. Cupid reached back and touched Strife’s cheek. “I love you too.” Joxer watched the pair, smiling happily. Ares hugged him closer and nuzzled his neck. “They’re lovely to watch, aren’t they?” he whispered. Joxer leaned into him and nodded. “I used to be envious of what they have,” Ares continued quietly. Joxer turned his head slightly and looked up at him. “Used to be?” he whispered. “Yeah, used to be,” Ares kissed him gently. When they looked up again, it was Strife and Cupid smiling fondly at them. Ares and Joxer grinned back. “Okay guys, nuff of the mutual appreciation society, we’re here,” Auto snickered. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Strife muttered. Inside, Joxer was pleasantly surprised at the warm, friendly atmosphere and the mix of gay and straight couples and groups. “Time to kick some booty!” Strife rubbed his hands together in glee. “That’s fighting talk,” Auto laughed. “You can bowl, can’t you, Jox?” “A little,” Joxer gave Auto and Cupid a sneaky wink. “Ahahaha! Better get your throat warmed up, baby,” Strife cackled. Cupid slapped his arm, “That’s gross!” “Come on children,” Eris gave a melodramatic sigh. Joxer went up first. “Do you want some help, babe?” Ares asked him. “Um, yeah, maybe,” Joxer swallowed a smile. Ares picked up a medium weight ball and handed it to Joxer. Then he wrapped his arms round his lover’s slim frame. “Okay, hold it like this, and give it good swing and follow through.” “Okay, like this?” Joxer stepped forward and stuck the ball straight down the centre, getting the strike. “That’s good, right?” he hid a smirk. Strife and Ares looked stunned. “Uh, yeah. Well done, babe,” Ares pecked his cheek. @>*~ By the end of the night, the team of Love, Voleur and Corinth had wiped the floor with King, King, and Payne. Strife dropped his head onto his hands and groaned, “I don’t fucking believe it! Out-hustled by the newbie!” Cupid stood up and held out his hand to his boyfriend. “Huh?” Strife looked up. “Time to make good on our bet, baby,” Cupid smirked. Strife gave a mock sigh. “Ah shit, cos, like, that’s gonna be such a hardship,” he laughed. The couple disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, giggling. Ares sat down and put an arm round Joxer’s shoulders. “So, mister, got something you wanna share?” Joxer smirked, “I can bowl?” Ares laughed and kissed him hard. “That was very cool,” Auto chuckled, “Thanks Jox, they’ll never live this one down.” Eris pouted. “Ah, come on,” Auto leaned towards her, “Gimme some sugar, baby.” Eris grinned and kissed him. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Auto licked his lips. “I vote we go as soon as the lovebirds get back.” “I second that,” Ares nodded in agreement, leering at Joxer. “Well, well, I thought I’d find you here.” Ares froze. Joxer frowned and looked round. He gasped at the sheer beauty of the blond man standing behind them, but something about the way he was looking at Ares, made Joxer’s skin crawl. “Apollo,” Ares said tightly, “We were just leaving.” He looked round for Cupid and Strife who were making their way over, and appeared to hurry when they saw the newcomer. “Pity,” Apollo pouted, “I’m sure we’ll get a chance to… ‘catch up’ soon.” He gave Joxer a derisive sneer that made him frown in confusion. Ares put an arm back round Joxer’s shoulders. “Let’s go, love.” Apollo sniffed and Joxer could feel his eyes on them as they walked away. “I don’t fucking believe that guy!” Strife exclaimed when they got outside. “We’re not going to talk about it,” Ares muttered through gritted teeth. “But…” “Not a word!” Ares snapped. Joxer frowned again and touched Ares’ arm. Ares sighed and hugged him close. “He’s just someone I used to know.” Joxer nodded, but he felt uneasy. The journey back was tense and silent and Joxer was really worried about Ares. Eris and Auto dropped them off and Cupid and Strife quickly disappeared into her room. Part 25 “You hungry, babe?” Ares asked Joxer distractedly. Joxer wrapped his arms round his lover and looked deep into dark, brown eyes, “Only for you,” he whispered. Ares smiled for the first time since leaving the bowling alley, and picked him up. Joxer hooked his legs round Ares’ hips and his strong lover carried him to the bedroom. “Joxer, I need to be inside you,” Ares whispered, sounding a little desperate. Joxer ran his fingers through thick, dark curls. “Good, cause I need you inside me,” he whispered back. Joxer wriggled out of Ares’ arms and started to take his clothes off. He stopped when he realised Ares was just staring at him. “’Res?” he whispered. Ares met his eyes and blinked slowly. “Did you know that you’re beautiful?” “Ares,” Joxer smiled shyly and stepped forward to gently kiss his lover. Ares pulled him closer, and urged his mouth open with his tongue, dipping in to explore. Joxer moaned quietly, cupping Ares’ cheek and sucking gently. Then he pulled back, gasping for breath. “Get undressed,” Joxer whispered. Ares nodded and tugged his clothes off hurriedly. “Lie down.” Ares lay down and watched him expectantly. Joxer took the rest of his clothes off and climbed onto the bed to straddle Ares’ hips. Their cocks pressed together and Joxer bent down to capture Ares’ gasp with his mouth. Joxer reached over to the table and picked up the lube, spreading a generous amount on his fingers. “Jox?” “Shh,” Joxer gave Ares a small kiss, “Let me love you.” Ares smiled and nodded. “Please,” he whispered. Joxer bent down to kiss his lover again as he reached round and prepared himself carefully. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he stroked lube onto Ares’ cock. He felt a shiver pass through the older boy and petted his chest soothingly. “Please,” Ares whispered again. Joxer smiled gently and sat down, slowly impaling himself on Ares’ thick length. “Oh, God,” Joxer gasped. He loved the way Ares felt inside him, stretching him almost to the point of discomfort, until they started to move together and there was nothing but sheer pleasure. Once Ares was buried balls deep inside him, Joxer stopped, panting slightly. Ares sat up and they wrapped their arms around each other. They shared small, urgent kisses as Joxer rocked more and more frantically against Ares. Ares reached between them and pulled quickly on Joxer’s cock. Joxer moaned softly into Ares’ mouth, coming with blinding intensity. He could almost feel Ares’ cock pulsing inside him when his muscles clamped down tightly. “Jox, oh baby,” Ares gasped. He drew Joxer into a deep, soft kiss, before lying down and pulling the younger boy on top of him. Joxer snuggled happily. A sudden cry of, “Oh God, yes, Strife!” made them both giggle. Ares hugged Joxer. “Thank you,” he whispered. Joxer looked up and smiled. @>*~ Joxer rested his head on Ares’ shoulder with a sigh. “I don’t want you to go,” Ares whispered. “I don’t want to go, but I have to be home before m-my f-f-father,” Joxer whispered back. Ares’ grip tightened. “If he lays so much as a finger on you…” “’Res, I’ll be okay, I promise,” Joxer said softly. They shared a few small, soft, nibbling kisses before Ares reluctantly let Joxer go. “Don’t forget, Duke’s tomorrow night,” Ares said quickly. “I know,” Joxer grinned, “Friday the 13th night on a Monday, makes a lot of sense!” “Yeah, well, be early, or I’ll worry.” Ares gave him a last kiss. “I will.” Part 26 Monday couldn’t go fast enough for him. To his relief he hadn’t seen his father at all and had managed to catch up on the work he’d missed. He avoided Hercules and the others as best he could, but several glares and whispered comments were directed his way. He hurried home afterwards to get ready to go out. As soon as he heard his father leave, Joxer walked into town. At the cinema, he could see Ares through the doors, and grinned, until he opened them and saw Apollo pressed up against his lover. To his horror, Apollo pulled Ares into a passionate kiss. Joxer’s eyes blurred with tears and his chest clenched painfully as the bottom dropped out of his world, and he turned and ran. He didn’t stop until he got home, where he locked himself in his room, throwing himself onto his bed, his whole body racked with sobs. A short while later, the doorbell rang and Joxer froze. It rang again, then again, followed by pounding on the door. “Joxer?!” Joxer whimpered. “Jox, please!” Joxer pressed his hands against his ears and curled up into a tight ball, shaking. It seemed like forever, but Ares finally left, and Joxer cried himself into a fitful sleep. @>*~ Joxer wandered around school in a daze the next day, so quiet and pale, that several teachers asked him if he was okay. Joxer just nodded mutely each time he was asked. During a study period, Ms. Porter asked to see him. Joxer went to her office, still too out of it to wonder what she might want. She smiled kindly at him and told him to sit down. “Well, Joxer,” she started, “Would you like to talk about it?” Joxer stared blankly at her. “Talk about what?” “About whatever’s got you so upset.” Ms. Porter sat on her desk in front of him. Joxer’s eyes filled with tears suddenly. “I, uh…” His breath hitched painfully. “It’s okay, Joxer. You can talk to me in total confidence, about anything,” she said quietly. “I s-saw Ares k-k-k-kissing an-nother g-guy,” Joxer whispered, stuttering painfully. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened,” she suggested. “Wh-why?” Joxer sobbed quietly. “Because I don’t think that someone who looks at you, the way Ares does, would cheat on you.” Joxer blinked at her in surprise. “I w-went to meet him at th-the c-cinema, and wh-when I g-got there, I saw Apollo, the g-g-guy, with him, and th-they kissed.” “Ares was waiting for you?” Joxer nodded. “And who actually initiated the kiss?” “A-p-pollo.” She nodded, “And what happened then?” “I d-don’t know,” Joxer whispered, “I r-ran home.” “Did Ares come after you?” she asked. Joxer nodded. “It sounds like a misunderstanding to me, Joxer. Maybe you should hear him out, or at least find out what happened after you left. What do you think?” Joxer nodded hesitantly. “Is there someone you can talk to, or call, you can use my phone if you like,” she smiled gently at him. Joxer blinked away fresh tears and nodded. Ms Porter handed him the phone and he dialled quickly. “Hello?” “St-Strife?” “Joxer? Oh, thank God! Ares is a mess, are you okay? Shit, it *so* wasn’t what it looked like!” Strife babbled. “Wh-what happened?” Joxer asked quietly. Strife took a deep breath. “’Kay, Apollo was Ares’ first boyfriend a couple of years ago and he seems to think they can just pick up where they left off. ‘Pol was pissed cos ‘Res told him where to stick it, so when he saw you, he kissed ‘Res. “You missed ‘Res shoving him away and then punching his lights out when he insulted you,” Strife stopped suddenly. “Jox?” he whispered. “Please, he’s beside himself. I’ve never seen him like this before.” “I j-just need a little t-time to th-think,” Joxer whispered. Strife sighed, “Okay. But remember, he loves you.” “Yeah,” Joxer breathed, “Thanks, Strife.” He put the phone down and squeezed his eyes shut. “Joxer?” Ms Porter said quietly, “Is everything all right?” “I th-think so,” Joxer whispered. She patted his shoulder gently. “Good.” “Thank you, Ms P-Porter,” Joxer smiled gratefully at her. “You can call me ‘Dite,” she winked conspiratorially. Joxer couldn’t help laughing. “Th-thank you ‘Dite.” @>*~ Joxer walked home slowly, lost in thought. He knew Strife had told him the truth, but there were still things that were worrying him. He stopped on the path to his front door. Ares was sitting on the steps, his head on his knees, hands gripping his hair. Joxer walked quietly to the door and touched Ares’ hair. “’Res?” Ares looked up. His eyes were red and he looked pale. Joxer sighed. “You can come in.” Ares followed Joxer into the house and up to his room silently. They sat down on Joxer’s bed. Ares started to speak, but Joxer shook his head. “Strife told me what happened,” he said quietly. Ares sighed. “Why do I get the feeling that’s not the only problem,” he whispered. “I, ‘Res, I just…” “What? Love, please, what is it?” Ares’ brow wrinkled worriedly. “’Res, you, you have a history w-with him. He w-was your f-f-first love, he’s gorgeous and o-older. H-how can I compete w-w-with that?” Joxer whispered as tears started to flow freely. Ares took a deep hitching breath. “Oh, Jox. Apollo hurt me, but he didn’t break my heart. He was my first lover, but *you* are my first love. Nothing we once shared, nothing he could do or say or try, could make me risk losing, or hurting you,” Ares cupped Joxer’s cheek, gently wiping away tears. “Do you understand now? I love you.” Joxer nodded and threw himself into Ares’ arms. Ares held him tightly and lay them both down on the bed, wrapping himself round Joxer’s slim frame. They lay there together, just holding each other until they fell asleep. Part 27 When Joxer woke up, he found himself spooned up with Ares, almost completely enfolded by his larger lover. He was clasped to Ares’ chest, both strong arms wrapped round him. Ares’ chin was hooked over his shoulder so they lay cheek to cheek. Ares’ leg was curled over his and Joxer could feel his lover’s erection pressed against his ass. “’Res?” he whispered. No reaction. “’Res,” he said a little louder. Ares snuffled, grunted and went back to sleep. Joxer reached back and wriggled his hand between their bodies. “’Res!” he said loudly at the same as he squeezed Ares’ groin. Ares jumped. “Jesus!” he exclaimed. “I thought that might get your attention,” Joxer said softly, continuing to squeeze gently. “I, um, ooh, Jox,” Ares gasped incoherently. “Fuck me, ‘Res,” Joxer said quietly. “I… what?” Ares whispered in shock. “Fuck me,” Joxer repeated. “But, I…” Joxer twisted round in Ares’ arms and silenced him with a kiss. “I need you. I need to be part of you. I want you to take me, ‘Res, I want you to take me so hard I can feel it for the rest of the week, so that I can feel a part of you, even when we’re apart.” “Oh God, Jox,” Ares gasped. “I love you.” “Good,” Joxer smiled, “I love you too. Now,” Joxer got on his knees and pulled his pants and shorts down and bent over to rest on his elbows, “Fuck me.” Ares groaned. He reached for the cream on the bedside table and quickly prepared Joxer. He tugged open his pants and pulled out his cock, as Joxer watched him. Quickly, Ares rubbed cream over his erection and pushed inside Joxer’s body without hesitation. “Oh, yes,” Joxer moaned. His head dropped onto his forearms as Ares pulled back straight away, then buried himself again in one smooth, hard thrust. Ares fucked him, but with long, slow, hard strokes, that left Joxer panting for more. “’Res, faster, please, need you,” Joxer begged. “Need you too, love,” Ares whispered. His thrusts became faster and more erratic as they both approached their climaxes. “What the hell?!” Joxer froze. His eyes widened fearfully and he turned his head slowly. Leaning against the door, looking completely horrified, was his father. “Oh shit, oh shit,” Joxer whispered. Ares pulled out of him and he gasped. His father snapped out of his shock and walked into the room. “Get off my son,” he said quietly to Ares. Ares sat back and did up his pants, staring warily at him. “Get out of my house before I call the police,” Joxer’s father continued quietly. “Joxer?” Ares turned to his lover. Joxer shook his head, “You’d b-better go.” “But…” “Please, ‘Res.” Ares stared at him for a moment, then sighed and reluctantly walked out. Joxer and his father stared at each other until the front door slammed. Joxer cowered under his father’s hate-filled gaze. “Tidy yourself up,” his father snapped. Joxer pulled his pants up. “Get up!” Joxer stood hesitantly. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, he’d never seen his father like this. “Well, it figures you’d be a fag, a little girlyboy like you!” his father growled menacingly. “But a fucking whore too, under my fucking roof?!” His father’s fist connected with his jaw with such force, that Joxer flew back, his head hitting the wall hard. Joxer slumped to the floor semiconscious, barely able to cover his head as his father started to kick the shit out of him. Just before he passed out, Joxer saw Ares run into the room, drag his father back and hit him. @>*~ Joxer floated in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of people talking in worried tones, and being wheeled around on a trolley. But through it all, Ares was there, and Joxer was happy. Part 28 Joxer woke up slowly. He couldn’t open his eyes or speak, or move for that matter. “So, how’s it looking doc?” he heard Ares ask. “Well, the extent of his injuries was fairly severe, but he appears to be a fighter. He’s lucky you found him when you did,” the doctor replied. “The extent of his injuries?” Ares asked quietly. “He has four broken ribs and a bruised jaw. We’ve had to remove his spleen which had ruptured. Luckily, there was no other internal bleeding, although his kidneys are badly bruised. It’s the fracture to his skull that concerned us most, but it appears that there is little damage to the brain, so we’re optimistic.” Joxer heard Ares’ breath hitch and struggled to wake up properly so he could reassure his lover. “You should know however, it is possible he was raped as well,” the doctor continued. “No,” said Ares quietly. “I’m afraid there were signs of…” “He wasn’t raped,” Ares said firmly. There was a pregnant pause. “Oh, I see,” the doctor said quietly. “’Res,” Joxer at last managed to make his voice work. “Joxer!” Ares was at his side in an instant, gripping his hand tightly. Joxer smiled weakly. “Oh Joxer, I’m so sorry, I should never have left you alone with him, I…” “Shh,” Joxer whispered. “Mr Corinth, welcome back.” Joxer looked over at the doctor, Ares had been talking to and smiled again. “How are we feeling?” The doctor walked over and peeled one eyelid back, shining a torch in his eye a couple of times, then repeating the gesture with his other eye. Joxer blinked. “My head h-hurts,” he whispered. “Oh God,” Ares groaned. “’Res, it wasn’t your f-fault,” Joxer whispered firmly. “But, I…” “No,” Joxer said a little louder. “Mister King, you’ll have to leave if you upset the patient,” the doctor said. “No!” Joxer clutched fearfully at Ares. The doctor stared between the two and cleared his throat. “Okay, he can stay. The police want to talk to you, but I’ve told them they have to wait till tomorrow.” “The police?” Joxer looked confused. “You were severely assaulted,” the doctor raised an eyebrow, “And from the scars, I’d say this wasn’t the first time either.” Joxer flinched and Ares gently squeezed his hand. “Right, if you get any dizziness or nausea, call a nurse. I’ll be back to see you later.” Joxer closed his eyes and sighed. “’Res?” “Yes, babe?” “What d-did you do to m-my f-f-father?” Ares cleared his throat, “I uh, I hit him. Not much though, I was more concerned about getting you out of there.” A tiny smile pulled at Joxer’s lips and he opened his eyes again. “Stay with me?” “You know you don’t have to ask me that,” Ares replied. “Eris is bringing me some stuff today, I already stayed over last night.” “It’s Thursday?” Joxer whispered. “Yeah.” Ares dropped his head onto Joxer’s hand. “God, I was so scared, Jox.” “I’m okay, ‘Res, just about,” Joxer smiled weakly. “I want you to move in with me,” Ares said quietly. “Ares…” “Please, love,” Ares interrupted, “You can’t go back there, you can’t.” “But, the others?” “All agree. You’re not safe with him,” Ares kissed his hand. Joxer sighed, “ I know. Okay.” Ares smiled. “What about my stuff?” “I’ll take care of it,” Ares whispered. Joxer nodded and closed his eyes. He was exhausted. Ares stroked his brow gently. “Rest and get well, love,” Ares whispered. @>*~ When Joxer woke up again he felt slightly better, but his head still hurt. He opened his eyes and smiled. Ares had shifted his chair closer and he had his head on the pillow next to his. One hand still clutched his and the other was across the top of the bed, touching his head. Joxer leaned forward so he could kiss his lover gently. “Joxer,” Ares sighed. His eyes opened and he smiled. “How are you feeling?” Joxer smiled, “I think your neck must hurt worse than my head.” Ares chuckled, “Actually, I’m surprisingly comfortable.” “Good, you can kiss me then.” “Happy to,” Ares grinned and captured his lips softly, taking care of his bruised jaw. Joxer moaned quietly and parted his lips, encouraging gentle exploration. A cough made them pull apart and they looked up. Doctor Asclepius was staring at them, and behind him, stood two very uncomfortable looking men. Ares calmly gave Joxer another kiss before he sat up, but he kept a tight hold of Joxer’s hand. “Mr Corinth, you’re looking better.” Dr Asclepius smiled at him. “I f-feel better,” Joxer replied, smiling at the grin he got from Ares. “Up to talking to the detectives here?” “Sure,” Joxer smiled at the two men. “Detectives Hephaestus and Hermes, Joxer Corinth.” The two detectives nodded at Joxer and sat down. “Would you like to tell us what happened, sir,” Hermes started politely. “Well, uh, Wednesday m-morning, m-m-my f-f-f-father c-caught us, m-me and Ares, um, m-m-making out. H-h-he threw Ares out and th-then,” Joxer stopped and blinked rapidly. “Then his father beat the crap out of him, which I stopped when I went back,” Ares continued for him. “And why did you go back?” Hephaestus asked. “Because I guessed something like this might happen,” Ares replied. “Why?” “It’s happened before, Joxer had to take last week off school from a beating he got.” Joxer made a small noise. “I’m sorry, love, but I don’t want him hurting you anymore,” Ares whispered, gently stroking Joxer’s cheek. Hermes cleared his throat. “What happened when you found Mister Corinth beating his son?” “I dragged him away, and when he tried to start on me, I hit him. Then I got Joxer out of there.” “You say he went for you before you hit him?” Hephaestus asked suddenly. Ares frowned, “Yes, why?” “Well, we have Mister Corinth in custody and he wants you arrested and charged with rape and assault,” explained Hermes. “What?!” Ares exclaimed. “Rape?” Joxer asked in confusion. “Mister Corinth alleges that he caught you having sex, and while he admits to, uh, punishing you, Mister King’s attack on him was unprovoked,” Hermes said quietly. “What a crock!” Ares fumed. “You weren’t having sex?” Hephaestus asked. “That’s none of your business,” Ares snapped. “I’m afraid it is,” Hermes said with an apologetic grimace, “Joxer’s sixteen, that makes it statutory rape.” “We w-w-were m-making out,” Joxer said firmly. Ares leaned over to Joxer. “What are you doing?” he whispered. “It’s our word against his. I’m not h-having you arrested because some uptight idiots don’t think I’m old enough to think for myself.” “I have told you how much I love you, haven’t I?” Ares smiled softly. Joxer grinned and nodded, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. There was a lot of throat clearing, coughing and shuffling noises, but the couple took their time until they were happy. They grinned at each other and Ares rubbed his nose gently against Joxer’s before he sat back again. “We w-were m-m-making out,” Joxer repeated, “And I w-was s-still conscious wh-when ‘Res came b-back for me. M-my f-f-f-father attacked him f-first.” “Are you sure?” Hephaestus asked. “Yes.” Joxer nodded. “Right, well, we’ll just need you both to write and sign statements and we will charge your father with aggravated assault.” Hermes smiled kindly. When they were finally left alone, Ares sighed and lay his head back onto the pillow. “You okay, love?” “Tired,” Joxer whispered. Ares wiped hair back from his brow gently. “What do you want me to tell school?” Ares asked. “I don’t know. Tell them most of the truth, that I was assaulted and I’m in the hospital,” Joxer shrugged. “Okay. The guys asked about you,” Ares smiled as Joxer perked up. “Say hi for me,” Joxer smiled, “When can I have visitors?” “Doc said next week,” Ares replied. “How come you managed to stay?” Joxer asked curiously. “I, uh, ‘insisted’,” Ares raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Besides, you got extremely agitated every time they tried to make me go.” “Really?” Joxer was surprised, but delighted. “Yeah,” Ares kissed his hand and smiled proudly. Part 29 Joxer made slow but steady progress and after a week he was able to sit up and have visitors, although he had seen Eris briefly when she’d dropped off more of Ares’ things. One of the nurses, who thought they were ‘cute’ together, had set up a camp bed for Ares. But unless he was completely exhausted, Ares always slept in the chair with his head on Joxer’s pillow. As Joxer got better and drips were removed, Nurse Hestia would turn a blind eye to Ares climbing into bed with him, although Nurse Demeter usually threatened to have Ares thrown out if she caught them. Dr Asclepius however, could see how much Ares was helping with Joxer’s progress and told her to leave them alone. @>*~ Joxer woke up comfortably enfolded in Ares’ arms. He sighed when he felt the hard erection of his lover, nestled between his buttocks, wishing he was well enough that they could make love. He was hard too. Joxer tilted his head back to stare at Ares, hoping he would wake up. With a small grin, Joxer decided he couldn’t wait any longer, and started to rock back against Ares’ cock. “Mmmm,” Ares nuzzled his neck. The hand clasped to Joxer’s chest slid down, under his pyjamas and took a loose grip on his cock. Joxer sighed happily as Ares stroked him lazily, gently thrusting against his ass. “Morning, lover,” Ares whispered. “Mm, yeah,” Joxer moaned quietly. Ares tightened his grip after a couple of minutes and pumped a little faster, still taking care not to hurt his injured lover. Joxer tipped his head back again and met Ares’ eyes. They kissed softly as Joxer felt the slow burn of his orgasm building up. Ares held him firmly when he started to shudder and he came quietly, moaning into Ares’ mouth. Ares groaned and Joxer felt the warm wetness of Ares’ climax hit his ass. “Oh, baby,” Ares whispered, kissing Joxer again. “Can we wake up like this every morning?” Joxer asked quietly. Ares chuckled, “I’m counting on it, love.” “Good,” Joxer grinned and kissed his lover hard. “Boys!” They jumped and looked up a little guiltily at Nurse Hestia, but she couldn’t quite hide the smile tugging at her lips, and they grinned at her. “You’d better get cleaned up, Doctor Asclepius is coming to see you this morning.” Ares eased Joxer out of his arms and got up to fetch a washcloth, tenderly cleaning Joxer up before he went to take a quick shower. Joxer waited slightly impatiently for Ares to return and the doctor to arrive. He wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. Ares was first and he perched on the edge of the bed, drawing Joxer into a gentle hug. “Cupid and Strife are coming by after school,” Ares said with a grin. Joxer frowned suddenly. “What?” “How come you’re not in school? You’re not suspended anymore,” Joxer asked. “Well, I wasn’t about to leave you on your own, was I?” Ares pulled a face at Joxer’s look. “Oh come on, love, don’t be like that, you’re more important than school.” Joxer sighed, “I don’t want you to flunk out.” “I won’t, I spoke with Ms Porter, it’s fine. We can make up time together, okay?” Ares raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but I’m gonna kick your ass over this.” Joxer waggled a finger at Ares warningly. Ares grabbed at his finger. “Well, okay then. No way I’m gonna flunk out with you behind me!” He kissed Joxer’s finger, gently sucking the tip into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. Joxer moaned. “Ahem, gentlemen?” Joxer pulled his hand away and flushed lightly. “Hey Doc,” Ares greeted Dr Asclepius. “Hello Ares, Joxer. How are we this morning?” “Good, wh-when can I go?” Joxer asked. “Joxer…” “’Res, I w-want to g-go home… with you.” “And I want you well,” Ares said softly. Joxer sighed. “I know.” Dr Asclepius smiled at the pair. “Well, I think with all the loving care you’ll be getting, you’ll be fine to leave tomorrow.” “Really?” Joxer grinned delightedly. “Well, as long as Ares is willing and able to take care of you,” Dr Asclepius smiled at the older boy. “You know it.” “I thought so,” Dr Asclepius nodded, “You’ve got a keeper there, Joxer.” “I know,” Joxer said quietly. Both he and Ares blushed. “Okay, good. You’ll need to spend at least another week in bed though, and not *too* much exertion, hmmm?” Dr Asclepius raised an eyebrow at Ares, who flushed again. “Yes, sir,” Ares mumbled. The doctor grinned at them and left. “Happy now?” Ares whispered, ruffling Joxer’s hair. “Yeah,” Joxer leant his head on Ares’ shoulder and smiled. @>*~ “Dude!” Strife grinned at Joxer as he walked into the room. Cupid was right behind him. Cupid sat down and Strife plonked himself in his lap. “Hi guys,” Joxer grinned back enthusiastically, “Ooh, Strife, what happened to your face?” Strife snorted, “Hercules’ fist!” Ares frowned, “Oh, he is *so* dead!” “Dude, you so don’t need to worry ‘bout it,” Strife grinned. “Yeah,” Cupid interjected, “Ms Porter saw him do it and phoned your dad. Jerkules is in sooo much trouble!” “Good,” Ares nodded. “What about the others though?” Joxer asked quietly. “Actually, it’s not too bad. I don’t know what Ms Porter said to Ms Jones, but the old bag is falling over herself to make sure we’re okay, and not being bullied and shit. She even gave Herc detention for hitting me!” Strife laughed. “Most of the guys are just avoiding us,” Cupid said quietly. “The girls are really cool about it, a couple of em even said they’d threatened their boyfriends if they came after us. It’s only Xena’s lot that are being cunts.” “Cool,” said Ares with a nod. “Where’s ‘Ris? I thought she was coming round today.” “She’s waiting for Auto, so they’ll be a little late,” Cupid explained. “So, Jox man, how you doin’? ‘Res driving you crazy yet?” Strife laughed at his cousin’s expression of mock hurt. “Yeah,” Joxer laughed, “But only because he’s treating me like a china doll.” “Well ‘scuse me all to hell,” Ares huffed. Joxer chuckled and kissed the pout away. Strife and Cupid laughed at them. “It’s weird you guys not being in school,” Cupid commented. “Well, Jox is coming home tomorrow, so that’s a start,” said Ares. “Really? Cool!” Strife grinned. “Yeah. ‘Nother week of bed rest though,” Joxer pulled a face. “Sounds good ta me,” Strife leered at them. “Yeah, yeah,” Ares laughed. “Hey!” They all looked up. “Hi ‘Ris, Auto!” “Hi,” Eris grinned at them all. Auto waved and sat down, pulling Eris into his lap. “We just finished moving all your stuff in, Jox,” Eris smiled at him. “Oh, thank you,” Joxer smiled shyly. “Good timing, sis. We’re out of here tomorrow,” Ares said, giving Joxer a small squeeze. “Cool!” Auto said. “Bit more privacy, huh?” he smirked. “Yeah, you could say that,” Ares laughed. Joxer flushed lightly. “How are you, sweetie?” Eris asked Joxer. Joxer smiled, “A lot better, thanks.” “’Res not being too much of a mother hen?” “Hey, what’s with all the stick?” Ares exclaimed. “What stick? It’s friendly teasing, bro. ‘Sides I know how you get when you’re worried about someone you love,” Eris said gently. Joxer patted Ares’ arm gently. “He’s been amazing,” he said quietly. Ares smiled and kissed him. “Geez, you guys are mushier than Cupe and Strife!” Auto said with a fake grimace. Ares laughed, “Is that possible?” “Oh, I don’t know, you’re definitely on the cards as world’s mushiest couple!” Strife grinned. “There goes my rep,” Ares gave a melodramatic sigh. “’Scuse me?” Strife snorted, “You have a rep?” He started to laugh. Ares tried to look stern, but Strife’s laughter was infectious and soon they were all laughing. “Sorry to break up the party, kids,” Nurse Hestia stood in the doorway grinning at them, “But visiting hours are over.” “Okay, thanks Hestie,” Joxer grinned at the jovial nurse. She smiled and left them to say their goodbyes. “Well, we’ll see ya tomorrow when we get in from school then,” Strife said. “Yep, see ya guys,” Ares waved. Eris leaned over the bed and gave Joxer and Ares a kiss. “Later.” Joxer sighed and Ares hugged him. “Not long now, love.” “Yeah,” Joxer smiled. Part 30 Joxer lay back in Ares’ arms, and contemplated his life as his lover snored quietly. The last couple of weeks had been quite hard. First, Ares’ father had gone apeshit when he’d found them in bed together on one of his rare visits to his children. Ares and his father had screamed at each other until Strife and Eris had managed to calm them down enough to explain to Mr King what had happened. Mr King had finally relented and graciously ‘allowed’ him to stay, although they weren’t supposed to be sharing a bed. They kept a mattress on the floor for appearance. Then, to his horror, Joxer’s father had been released on a technicality and was making life very difficult for them. He’d been to Mr King to complain about Ares. It was lucky Mr King *had* found out about them and what had happened to Joxer, as Mr King told Mr Corinth Sr. exactly what he thought of him and had him escorted from the property by the gardener. Of course, Hercules now knew about them and had told everyone at school. That hadn’t affected them yet as Joxer still wasn’t well enough to go back. But Joxer’s father wouldn’t leave them alone, following them if they ever left the house, making threatening phone calls, even going to the school to try and withdraw Joxer as a student there. Luckily, Ms Porter had managed to stop that and Joxer was still registered with the school, now under his new address. And finally, last, but definitely not least, even though as loving as ever, despite the strain, Ares refused to make love with him. While Joxer loved Ares’ hands and mouth, and loved to touch and suck his lover, he was getting desperate to feel Ares inside him. He listened to Cupid and Strife in the lounge, moaning, the couch squeaking. That and Ares’ cock pressing against his ass had him hard and determined. A curse from Cupid, demanding that Strife fuck him and fuck him now, made Joxer chuckle and Ares’ grip on him tightened. “’Res, you awake?” Joxer whispered. “Yeah, baby,” Ares replied. “Sounds like fun.” Joxer slipped his hand back to slide between their bodies and take a light hold of Ares’ erection. Ares groaned, burying his face in the crook of Joxer’s neck, thrusting into his hand. Ares’ hand skimmed over his hips to cup his balls gently. “Oh, no, no, no, lover,” Joxer said quietly, letting go of Ares to reach for the bedside table. “No, Joxer,” Ares said quietly. “But…” “No,” Ares repeated firmly. Joxer flinched and he blinked back tears. He pulled out of Ares’ arms and got up, pulling on some sweatpants. Ares sighed, “Where are you going?” “Away from you!” Joxer snapped. “Joxer…” “Save it, ‘Res.” “You’re not well enough.” “Yeah, you keep s-saying that,” Joxer glared at Ares, who flinched. “Well, guess what? It d-doesn’t fly anymore! I’ll be in the kitchen if you d-decide you want to tell me the real reason why you w-won’t m-make love to m-me anymore.” “Joxer…” Joxer walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He stalked to the kitchen angry and upset. They’d come close to arguing about this already, but Joxer had finally reached his limit. There was only so much rejection he could take. With a sigh he sat down at the table and buried his face in his arms, trying not to cry. He tensed at a gentle touch to his head. “I’m sorry,” Ares whispered. Joxer lifted his head and looked at Ares through tear blurred eyes. He allowed Ares to turn his chair so the older boy was crouched between his legs. Joxer leaned forward and rested his forehead on Ares’ shoulder. “I just… I didn’t want anything bad associated with making love, for you. I didn’t want there to be any bad memories coming between us. That’s why I was waiting, until you don’t wince if you move too fast, until you stop getting headaches. I love you, I wanted us making love to be special and just us,” Ares explained quietly. “Oh ‘Res, it is. Don’t you understand? When we’re together, nothing else matters. But when you’re inside me… I’m part of you, you’re all that exists to me.” “God, Joxer!” Ares’ breath hitched. Joxer lifted his head, sliding off the chair into Ares’ arms. He clasped his lover’s face between his hands and gently kissed him with all the love he could. When he pulled away, Joxer stared into Ares’ eyes. “I need you, Ares, please.” Ares picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom, laying him on the bed. Joxer took off his sweatpants, watching Ares pull his off before crawling onto the bed and on top of him. They shared gentle, sucking kisses as they rocked slowly together, Joxer’s hands sweeping up and down Ares’ broad back, his legs wrapped round Ares’ hips. Ares raised himself up slightly, so that he could start to explore Joxer’s body with mouth and hands. Joxer sighed and moaned as Ares’ lips travelled over his chest, kissing every inch of skin, lingering over his nipples until they were hard and sensitive. He laughed when gentle fingers softly tickled his stomach. Joxer let his hands roam wherever they could reach until they could only caress Ares’ thick hair. Ares buried his face in Joxer’s groin, gently nuzzling balls and cock with his nose and mouth. Joxer whimpered slightly, hips lifting for more contact. “Shh,” Ares whispered, stroking his leg soothingly. “Ares,” Joxer sighed. Ares continued to kiss Joxer’s cock as he reached over to the bedside table for the lube. Joxer bent his knees and spread his legs, mutely begging Ares to touch him more intimately. Joxer’s eyelids fluttered shut and his breath hitched, when Ares finally pushed a slick finger inside him. “Joxer?” Ares lifted his head. “More,” Joxer managed to breathe. Ares kissed his hip. “Yes, love.” With two fingers now buried inside him, Joxer gently started thrusting against them. Ares reached deeper, rubbing against his prostate. “Oh!” Joxer gasped, “Ares, now, need you now, please.” Ares crawled back over his body and pushed his legs back, sinking slowly inside him. “I love you, Joxer,” Ares breathed. Joxer wrapped his legs round Ares’ hips and arched his back, pulling Ares deeper into his body. “Love you too,” he gasped. They moved together slowly, sinuously, holding each other close as they kissed softly and sweetly. Joxer moaned with every thrust, Ares making sure to hit his prostate each time. Ares lifted slightly and reached between them to grasp Joxer’s cock, stroking firmly. “Look at me, love,” Ares whispered. Joxer forced his eyes open and locked them on Ares’ face. “I want to see your eyes when you come.” “Oh!” Joxer gasped, his back arched again and he thrust his hips down urgently. “So beautiful,” Ares said softly as he plunged deep. Joxer’s eyelids fluttered, but he kept his eyes locked with Ares’ as he came, his ass tightening possessively round Ares’ cock. Ares groaned. “Oh God, Jox!” Joxer felt his ass flooded with warmth and Ares collapsed onto him. Quickly, Ares lifted himself up again. “Are you okay, love?” he asked. Joxer reached up and touched Ares’ cheek, “Perfect, ‘Res.” Ares carefully lay himself back on top of Joxer and kissed him. They held each other tightly, exchanging reaffirming kisses and soft words. Part 31 Joxer was curled up on the couch watching TV. He was really bored. Cupid, Strife and Eris were at school and Ares had gone to see Ms Porter about taking some work home for them to start studying. In the back of his mind was a twinge of worry about Ares as his father was still hassling them. He jumped when he heard the door slam, wondering who it could be. He was startled when Ares limped in. “Ares!” Joxer leapt off the couch and hurried over. Ares was dusty and standing stiffly. There was a large rip in his leather trousers and Joxer could see blood. “Oh God, what happened?” He gently urged his lover towards the bathroom, where he began to strip Ares’ clothes off. “Bike’s totalled,” Ares mumbled. “Oh shit!” Joxer exclaimed, “Why aren’t you at the hospital?” “Had to come back for you.” “Ares! I’m fine.” Joxer carefully washed the gash on Ares’ leg. “What were you thinking?” Quickly, he put comfrey ointment on the cut and bound it efficiently. “M’fine.” “No, you’re not. Look at you, you’re all woozy.” Joxer stared at Ares in concern, “Did you hit your head?” “Dunno.” Joxer swore under his breath. He led Ares to the bedroom and helped him put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Sit.” Ares sat down on the bed and dazedly watched him. Joxer phoned for a cab. “Come on, ‘Res,” Joxer led Ares out to the cab. “Hospital, please,” he said to the driver. “Tired, Jox,” Ares leant against him. “You’ve got to stay awake, okay, ‘Res, for me?” Joxer frowned worriedly. “Anything for you, love,” Ares mumbled. The cab driver muttered something derogatory under his breath and Joxer glared at him. “If you expect a t-t-tip, sh-shut up and drive,” he snapped. At the hospital, Joxer helped Ares into the lobby. “Joxer?” Joxer looked round, “Hestie?” He smiled in relief. “What’s happened?” “B-bike accident, I th-think he’s g-got a concussion,” Joxer explained. “Hi Hestie,” Ares smiled. Hestia raised an eyebrow, “Come on let’s get him admitted, I’ll see if Dr Asclepius is around.” “Thanks,” Joxer sighed in relief. @>*~ Not too long after, Ares was admitted with a moderate concussion. Joxer left a message at the house so that the others wouldn’t worry, before he went to see Ares. “Hey,” he said quietly. Ares smiled up at him. “How you feeling?” “Better, thanks love,” Ares said quietly. “You scared me,” Joxer whispered, sitting on the bed. Ares took his hand. “I know, I’m sorry.” “What happened?” Joxer asked. Ares bit his lip and looked down. “’Res, what happened?” “I was driven off the road,” Ares whispered. Joxer frowned, “It was my father, wasn’t it?!” Ares nodded. “Damn it. Damn him!” Joxer’s face crumpled suddenly and Ares pulled him down onto the bed, holding him close as he cried. “It’s okay, I’m okay,” Ares stroked his back gently. “It’s not okay,” Joxer sobbed, “He could have killed you!” “Don’t let him get to you, Jox, please,” Ares whispered. Joxer slid his arms round Ares’ waist and snuggled close. “He’s gone too far, ‘Res, it’s got to stop.” “Don’t do anything rash, love,” Ares nuzzled his neck. “I won’t,” Joxer whispered. @>*~ “Get out of that bed, you little…” Joxer was woken by being shaken roughly. “Hey!” Ares’ arm shot out and he grabbed the strange doctor by the collar, twisting it. “Get the fuck off him!” The doctor made a strangled noise and let go of Joxer. Ares released his grip and the man backed away, coughing and pulling at his collar. “I’m going to report you, and have *you*,” he glared at Joxer, “Thrown out of the hospital.” “What for exactly?” Ares snarled, “You were the one attacking my boyfriend.” “Boyfriend?!” the doctor sneered, “You pervert, he looks about fourteen.” “He’s sixteen, not that it’s any of your business, asshole! Now, get the fuck out and don’t come back,” Ares growled menacingly. He pressed the call button. “You okay, love?” Joxer blinked, “Um, yeah, just a bit surprised.” “Yeah, tell me about it!” The door opened and Hestia poked her head in the room, “What’s up?” “Some doctor just attacked Joxer, then threatened and insulted us,” Ares said quietly. “Damn, sorry boys, I didn’t realise, Dr Poseidon was on duty tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll have a word with him,” Hestia grimaced. “How are you both doing?” “Fine thanks, Hestie,” said Ares. Joxer nodded. “Good, you two go back to sleep, I’ll be back to wake you in a couple of hours, Ares,” she smiled. Ares nodded and she left them alone again. Ares wrapped himself round Joxer again and sighed, “What a jerk.” Joxer snorted. “Jox?” Joxer started laughing. “Joxer? What’s so funny?” “I don’t… I don’t really look fourteen, do I?” Joxer giggled. Ares chuckled, “No, lover, you definitely don’t!” “Good.” Part 32 “Okay, boys, you can go,” Dr Asclepius smiled at them. “Thanks, Doc,” Ares grinned. “You can thank Joxer, the job he did on your leg was very professional, and it was a good thing he brought you in,” Dr Asclepius smiled at Joxer. “Oh, don’t worry, Doc, I’ll be thanking him later!” Joxer flushed and elbowed him. Ares just laughed and hugged him. Dr Asclepius and Hestia smiled fondly at them. “Try not to do too much with that leg, I don’t want to have to stitch it up again,” Dr Asclepius said as they left. “I’ll try, Doc,” Ares laughed. @>*~ “Stay in bed.” “But…” “Stay in bed, I won’t be long,” Joxer insisted. Ares sighed, “Okay, okay. Just be careful, please.” Joxer leaned over the bed and kissed him. “I’ll be fine.” “You’d better be,” Ares pouted. Joxer laughed, “See you later.” Joxer was the one going to school to get their work this time and he had a couple of things to do, he didn’t want Ares to know about just yet. His father was going to pay for hurting his lover, and he knew just what to do. His father wouldn’t know what had hit him. @>*~ When Joxer got home, Ares wasn’t there. “Hey Strife, Cupid, where’s ‘Res?” he asked the couple. “Isn’t he with you?” Strife frowned, “He said he was going to find you, cos you were taking too long.” “I didn’t see him,” Joxer grimaced, he hadn’t been at the school long, Ares would have missed him if he’d gone there. The phone rang and Strife picked it up. “Yeah? ‘Res? Where are you, man?” Strife went pale, “What?” “Strife? What is it?” Joxer asked frantically. Wordlessly, Strife handed him the phone. “’Res?” “Hi, Jox.” Ares sounded subdued. “Where are you? What’s wrong?” Joxer whispered. “In jail.” “What?!” Joxer sat down heavily, “What for?” “Killing your father,” Ares said quietly. Joxer squeaked, “I… I don’t understand.” “Everything’s going to be fine, Joxer, I’ll take care of it.” “What? What do you mean, Ares?” “Joxer, I have to go now, don’t worry, okay?” “But…” “I love you.” Joxer listened to the tone in shock until Strife gently took the phone from his hand. “Jox?” Strife said softly. “He didn’t do it, I know he didn’t, he promised,” Joxer whispered. “Do what, Joxer?” Cupid asked quietly. “Kill my father.” “Oh shit!” Strife gasped. “Strife, I have to s-see him, f-find out what he meant by t-taking care of it,” Joxer blinked back tears. He saw Cupid and Strife exchange concerned glances. “Please, Strife, Cupid, I h-have to go,” he begged. Strife nodded, “Come on.” They drove to the police station and managed to get Joxer some time with Ares. Joxer flew into the small room he was shown to and hugged his lover. Ares held him tightly. “You shouldn’t have come, love,” Ares whispered. “Ares, what’s going on? I don’t understand,” Joxer said quietly. “I know you didn’t kill him.” “No, but I saw you love. I did what I had to,” Ares replied. “What do you mean, you saw me?” Joxer frowned in confusion. “I got worried when you took so long, so I went to your dad’s place,” Ares started, “I saw you running away, so I went in to tell him to leave you alone, that’s when I found him.” “’Res, the sergeant said you were holding the knife and you were covered in blood,” Joxer whispered. “I did what I had to,” Ares repeated. “’Res, it wasn’t me,” Joxer said quietly. “How could you think…” “Jox, if I hadn’t seen you, I would never think that!” Ares exclaimed. “It wasn’t me, ‘Res,” Joxer repeated, “I was talking to the IRS about d-dad’s affairs.” “But, then who…?” Joxer frowned, “Oh God!” “What?” “Jett,” Joxer whispered. “But he’s at Melville’s,” Ares frowned. “He’s escaped before,” Joxer said quietly. “Oh Jox, I’m so sorry,” Ares sat down heavily, “I’ve messed everything up.” Joxer sighed, “I’ll take care of it, ‘Res. I promise. You always take care of me, now it’s my turn.” He bent over and kissed Ares gently, “I’ll get you out of here.” “Time’s up… whoa!” the sergeant exclaimed, he cleared his throat, “Let’s go, kid.” He stared at the pair and Ares glared at him. “I’m not saying anything,” the sergeant raised his hands pacifyingly. “I’ll sort it, ‘Res,” Joxer quickly kissed him again. “I love you,” he whispered. Ares nodded mutely, touching his cheek gently. Part 33 “Well?” Strife asked him in the car. “He thought I did it, he thought he was protecting me,” Joxer whispered. “Why would he think you’d do something like that?!” Cupid exclaimed. “Because he thought he saw me,” Joxer replied, “I have to make a phone call, but I think it was my brother.” “Oh shit,” Strife breathed. “Yeah,” Joxer said quietly. @>*~ “Yeah, thanks,” Joxer put down the phone down. “Jett escaped last night,” he said quietly. “Well, at least we know for sure now,” Strife sighed. Joxer nodded, “I just have to find him and ask him to give himself up.” “Why would I want to do that, J?” Joxer looked up in shock, “Jett?!” His brother was standing at the french windows. “Why did you do it?” “You have to ask? After what he did to you?!” Jett exclaimed. “J, Ares is in jail because he saw you and thought you were me!” Joxer whispered. “Oh,” Jett came in and sat down. “Well, shit!” He shook his head, “I did it so you’d be happy, and maybe give J a chance of getting out of that nuthouse. I guess you’re not going to be happy if Ares is in jail, are you?” Joxer shook his head. “Damn,” said Jett quietly. “Strife, Cupid, this is my brother, Jett,” Joxer made belated introductions. “Hi,” said Jett. Cupid and Strife nodded at him. “So, you live here now, J?” “Yeah, after d-dad put me in hospital,” Joxer answered quietly. Jett’s face darkened, “Yeah, Ares contacted me about that, that’s why I decided to do it now.” Joxer looked down. “I don’t know how you could just kill him, J,” he said quietly. “He was a lousy piece of shit, that didn’t deserve to live,” Jett scowled. “What are you going to do, J?” “One night of freedom, bro, that’s all I ask. I’ll go to the cops tomorrow, is that okay?” Jett asked. Joxer squeezed his eyes shut for a second and nodded, “Yeah.” “Thanks, bro.” Jett stood and gave Joxer a hug, “Love ya, J.” “I love you too, J.” @>*~ Joxer paced anxiously. “Jox, dude, sit down,” said Strife quietly. Joxer glanced at the couple watching him from the couch and sighed, “Sorry, I’m just worried.” “We all are, sweetie,” Eris got up and pushed him over to a chair, “But it’s going to be fine.” “What if they don’t believe him,” Joxer frowned worriedly. “They will once Ares tells them the truth,” Cupid said with an encouraging smile. Joxer tried to cheer up but then another thought occurred to him, “He’ll get into trouble for lying, won’t he?” “I got a warning, love.” “Ares!” Joxer flew across the room into his lover’s arms. “Oh, thank God!” Ares lifted him up into a tight hug. “Miss me?” he asked. “You know I did, you idiot!” Joxer exclaimed. He swatted Ares’ arm. “Don’t ever do something like that again!” “I’m sorry,” Ares whispered, nuzzling his neck. “Want me to make it up to you?” he whispered. “You better,” Joxer sighed, rubbing against him. Ares smirked at the others, “Later.” “Later, ‘Res, good to see you back,” Strife grinned. Cupid and Eris just laughed as Joxer dragged Ares out of the room. When they reached the bedroom, Ares grabbed Joxer and threw him on the bed. “Oooh, baby,” Joxer chuckled. Ares crawled over him and wrenched his pants open, pulling out his cock. “Oh baby!” Joxer gasped. Ares grinned at Joxer, stroking his shaft firmly. “Oh, please,” Joxer moaned. “Yes, love,” Ares whispered. Joxer’s breath hitched when hot, wet lips encompassed his cock, his lover’s tongue flickering across the tip. Watching in ecstatic awe, as Ares lowered his head and his cock disappeared between full lips, Joxer panted hard. Ares sucked and swallowed, then raised his head again, slowly. His eyes flicked up to meet Joxer’s. Joxer whimpered with need and Ares sucked his shaft back into his mouth burying his nose in Joxer’s groin. “Yes!” Joxer gasped. His head dropped back and his hands clutched convulsively in Ares’ hair. Ares swallowed, his throat muscles rippling round Joxer’s cock, his tongue working the length and Joxer came, his whole body stiffening as his hot seed shot down Ares’ throat. “Oh God, ‘Res,” Joxer panted. Ares kissed his limp cock and looked up, “Forgiven?” Joxer grinned, “Nope.” Ares raised an eyebrow, chuckling when Joxer passed him the lube. “I guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you more, aren’t I?” “Yup,” Joxer breathed. Ares sat up, hitching Joxer’s pants down while Joxer unbuttoned his shirt. Joxer sat up too and began to tug at Ares’ t-shirt, muttering in frustration. Ares chuckled and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. “Mmm,” Joxer pounced, pushing Ares back onto the bed, dipping his head to lick his lover’s chest. “Oh God, that’s good, baby,” Ares gasped. Joxer sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Ooooh!” Joxer straddled Ares’ thighs so he could pull his pants open and continue to suck and lick Ares’ chest. His hand wriggled into the tight leather and stroked Ares’ cock as his other hand reached for the lube Ares was still holding. “What are you… oh sweet Jesus!” Ares gasped. Joxer had worked Ares’ cock out and was busy coating it with lube. Joxer looked up at his boyfriend and grinned, “Helping you make it up to me.” Ares growled and rolled them over so he was on top of his slim, naked lover. “Really?” he whispered, sliding his cock over Joxer’s belly. Joxer groaned. “Yes,” he whispered, suddenly more serious, “Cos I need you. Ares, I need you.” Ares sucked in a breath. He lowered his head and gently kissed Joxer. He lifted his ass slightly and moved to push into Joxer’s body. Joxer pulled his legs back and lifted his hips to get Ares deeper inside him. “Oh God, love!” Ares gasped. He quickly pulled back and then thrust smoothly inside the tight passage. “Yes, oh Ares, more,” Joxer screamed. Ares pounded into him with long, slow, hard strokes, but it wasn’t quite enough, so Joxer started to shove his hips down, faster. Ares groaned and kissed him again. Joxer sucked his tongue into his mouth. They moved together, hips rocking rhythmically, tongues dancing, hands wandering, until Ares suddenly plunged jerkily, hard inside him. Joxer rode Ares’ orgasm, clutching tightly at his lover, clenching his ass round Ares’ cock as it filled him with wet heat. Ares’ hand found it’s way to his cock and quickly stroked him to his second climax. “Ares!” Joxer shouted. Ares dropped on top of him, stroking his hip gently. “Baby,” he sighed. Joxer smiled and hugged him. Epilogue Joxer was in the common room, sitting cross-legged on a table, waiting for his lover. Things had finally been going really well for them. His dad was gone, and he truly didn’t miss him. Jett was given his original sentence and was due for parole when he turned twenty one after Joxer’s testimony as to what it had been like for them growing up. Not only that, with the help of Mr King, he’d managed to get Jace’s case reviewed and it looked as though his other brother would finally be free. Joxer smiled, he hadn’t seen Jace in nearly a year. He wondered what his brother would think of Ares. Joxer looked up at the clock with a frown, surely it was time? He bit his lip thoughtfully, not sure whether to be worried that Ares was taking so long. He didn’t want his lover getting anxious and paranoid, why couldn’t he see how intelligent he was? Joxer sighed and continued waiting. He jumped when he was poked in the ribs. “What the…?” Strong arms wrapped round him and he sighed happily, leaning his head back for a kiss. “Oh, do you have to fucking do that?!” Iolaus grimaced at them. “Fuck off, Hunter, just cos you’re jealous,” Ares snapped. Iolaus flushed and muttered something before quickly leaving the room. Ares glanced round at the other occupants of the room, who either were determinedly not looking, or looked away quickly. With a smirk, Ares turned Joxer round and kissed him thoroughly. “How’d it go?” Joxer asked anxiously, when Ares finally released his lips. “It was good,” Ares grinned, “Thanks to you, love.” Joxer made a rude noise, “Idiot, I just helped you study.” “Whatever you say, baby,” Ares grinned. “So, did it come?” Joxer smiled and nodded. “Well? Come on, tell me!” “I got it!” Joxer laughed as Ares whooped and hugged him tightly. “Full scholarship to Washington, wow,” Joxer sighed. “Do you think we’ll be able to get a room together?” “I haven’t gotten in yet, babe,” Ares said quietly. “You will,” said Joxer confidently, “I know you’ll get the SAT scores they want.” “Thank you, Joxer,” Ares whispered, giving him a soft kiss. Joxer smiled and stroked his cheek, “I love you,” he said simply. “I love you too.” The End?