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[amelialourdes]

Not a big fan of this portion buttttttttt ... some may say otherwise. Comments are welcome! I need some fan fic, gonna reread portions of Maps and Legends!


It’s been a week since I last followed Ethan and Justin. I had to back off, making sure that my presence didn’t influence the decisions they made in their relationship. Apparently the week off did no good.

I followed Justin to school to see that he was using me as a model for a class. He always worked so passionately, taking his time to develop his works, making sure that things were perfect, working from the blueprints he creates in his mind.

He held a pen, using his left hand to steady the right. Every movement was slow, almost sensual.

He worked late at school, using all the resources to his advantage. Ethan tells him that he’ll buy the supplies that Justin needs, but Justin won’t hear it, won’t take his money. He wants to do it on his own. So headstrong, so stubborn. I liked that.

“I think you’ve been following them too much.”

I turned to see my Mother, Aphrodite, at my side. She was as beautiful as ever, the Goddess of Love. At times I thought that her blonde hair radiated this unusual ring of light around her, then again, she could be creating the light, simply for the effect it made on others. Her powers and her beauty exceeded that of my own, I would never admit that of course.

“I think that it’s none of your business.”

She didn’t respond, instead she turned to look at them, watching them for a little while.

“The blonde is breath taking.” My silence was enough for her to pick up my attraction to him. “You know what you are doing, I don’t doubt that, but watch yourself. This could lead to trouble that you don’t want to find yourself in. Heed my warning,” she spoke softly, hoping that her words would frighten me. They didn’t. Of course I knew what I was doing.

With that, she was gone.

Justin went to meet a friend of his, Daphne. He brought his sketchbook.

“These are amazing Justin,” she said, flipping through the sheets of paper. “I think that this is some of the best stuff that you’ve ever done,” then she stopped at my portrait. “Who’s the hottie?”

Justin laughed, “Some guy I met at an art gallery.”

“Woah,” she noticed that he had drawn me several different times. “Did you sleep with him?”

He shook his head, “No, but …” he trailed. “I’ve been thinking about him a lot. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the eyes, or his face, or his body. He just seemed – perfect.”

“He looks perfect,” she agreed, taking another glance at the portraits. “So, what does that mean? Are you going to be seeing him again?”

“I don’t think so. We sort of just said goodbye.” He looked disappointed, playing with his stirring stick in his paper coffee cup.

“Are you having problems with Ethan?”

“Other than the fact that he still has to hide that he’s gay and he will hardly let me talk to him in public, let alone, God forbid, touch him? Nothing at all.”

Daphne was exasperated and gave him a lecture about how he shouldn’t be with Ethan. Justin looked like he had heard it all before, but maybe now he was actually listening.

“You’re right. I know that you’re right,” he agreed with her. “But, let me handle this in my own way okay Daph?” That shut her up. They then began to talk about something else and I was bored of the conversation.

I continued roaming the city, bringing love to those who needed it, and even to some who didn’t. But I soon tired of that too. I was bored. So I decided to join the living and go somewhere to forget about my life … Babylon, ironically named for the city consumed with pagans. I miss that place. Those were the days.

I entered the club, eyeing all the hard-bodied men, who were in turn, eyeing me in return. Their stares traveled up and down my body, more like my ass and my cock. I ordered myself a drink and stood back, observing the scene. It was very packed, the music was attractive, the men were attractive, I think that I was going to make this a ritual.

Before I finished my drink I was lured by a pair of brown eyes to the dance floor. I put my drink down and went out there with the man. He tried pulling me closer to him, as if to embrace me, but I wouldn’t allow it. I played the game, they played by my rules. Soon things began to get heated. He put his hand down the front of my pants, grabbing on to my balls, messaging them slowly. I threw my head back, encouraging his movements. I turned to see if anyone was watching our display, not like I cared much at that point. But then I saw him, staring straight at me, his mouth agape.

That made me hard, watching him, watching me and this mystery man. I took the man’s hand out of my pants and I was met with a very angry stare. I ignored it and approached my admirer.

“Admiring the picture?” I asked him.

He laughed at the irony of the phrase since he had asked me the same about the portrait that we were standing in front of, days ago. “It’s a different from any painting I’ve seen,” he yelled over the music. “More lifelike, realistic, primal.” I nodded, giving him a smile. “You wanna dance?”

I shrugged and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. He stood close, very close. I was reminded of the first time that I touched him, his eyes closed, his body melting into mine. It felt different now that he was looking at me, observing every part of me. He put his hands on my chest and I took it upon myself to hold them there. Then eventually I put his arms around my neck and I put mine around his.

There we stood. A picture of perfection in our own right, two of the most beautiful men you have ever seen, dancing together, closely. He was standing so close that occasionally his hip would bump into mine. The simple friction causing me to get a raging hard on.

Then, just when I thought things were going well, they got even better. Justin’s hand traveled to the front of my pants, and he groped my dick. Justin pulled my head close to his so I’d be able to hear him. “You want to take care of that?”

“Is that an offer?” I asked, even though it really wasn’t necessary. His mouth was ready, practically drooling at the thought.

He took me to a room in the back of the club, plenty of men already going at it. Some were fucking, some were humping, some were groping, and soon we had found ourselves in the same position. Justin had found a spot for us and he pinned me to the wall. I looked at his mouth and those perfect lips. But he didn’t kiss me. He got down on his knees, and almost in an expert way, pulled down my pants before I even realized they were unzipped and unbuttoned.

I could feel his hot breath on my cock before taking me in. I thought I was going to come then. But I waited. He kissed the tip, swirling his tongue around. Then, he took the whole length of my cock in his mouth, slowly first and then began to speed up. His hands were on my ass and my hands were in his hair. I had to remember not to pull his hair every time he bobbed his head. I could feel my orgasm building, and reaching the breaking point. He had an almost expert way of giving head. You would’ve never have guessed that to be true after seeing Ethan and Justin fuck.

Moments later I moaned loudly, and released my load into his mouth. He didn’t miss a drop. This kid impressed me in all the right ways, first by his very being, then professionally and now …

He stood up and faced me.

“You’re good,” I complimented him.

“Thanks,” he paused, eyeing my body. “How about you return the favor?”

He didn’t even have to ask.

Comments

[brittcakes.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. I love this so much. Bringing in his mother Aphrodite...that was just perfect. I was wondering if the other gods were around or what. I'm like, all about this fic. I shall pimp this fic to everyone.

You should be very proud of this. I'm loving it so very much.

[amelialourdes.livejournal.com]

Yes, actually Aphrodite is Lindsay 'cos I just think that she'd be a cool Mom ... not HIS of course but in this story, let's just pretend, lol. Hence the blonde hair, *giggle*

HOW WAS YOUR MARATHON! I haven't looked at my friends page in a few hours so I'll check if you posted or something.

Pimp away! I'm at a block but I'm sure that I'll overcome that this evening, while avoiding to study for my finals [I've been studying all day damnit, lol].

Thanks! I shall continue thanks to your encouragement ... and I'll TTYL!

[tinyblondeone.livejournal.com]

Hey! New here, but buffyfan9005 kept raving about your stuff, so thought I'd check it out. This is addictive stuff!
I wasn't sure where you were headed after the first part - almost wondered if you were a B/E shipper (yeah I know... blasphemy!!), and then I thought maybe your 'God' was going to play a part in the B/J reunion - and angst over whether to let Brian have Justin, or make a play for Justin himself. Surprise!! You really caught me off guard, which is great!
Really looking forward to your next post.
Cheers!! :)

[amelialourdes.livejournal.com]

Hi! *waves* God, she is pimping for me, lol. Psycho, love her. Heh.

Exactly - I would bash Ethan myself if I could! I have no sympathy for that relationship ... hated it with a white hot passion I did! Don't worry, their breakup in this story is coming soon, haha.

Thanks for enjoying it!!