museboxofmuses | Obligatory College AU

Obligatory College AU

Prometheus groaned loud enough to wake the dead as he sprawled dramatically over the living room's sofa, his students' papers slipping out of his hand to scatter all over the carpet. Scrawled over the papers were a lot of red pen, and Prometheus's notoriously shit handwriting that was incomprehensible to all (including Prometheus himself).

His freshmen students were going to be the death of him.

"Not a single pass..." he grumbled, idly scratching at his bare stomach. It was a hot, summery weekend, so he was dressed accordingly (shorts and crop top obviously), but instead of getting to sun outside or do anything else fun, he had been stuck marking his students' papers for an unofficial 'end of term' test in preparation for their exams.

The freshmen did abysmally. Then again, they always did, but he always had at least one pass! Not this time! Ugh, the admins were going to start crawling up his ass again over this. They always did whenever more than 50% of his classes started failing, which was, uh, every term, really.

Prometheus pouted. It wasn't his fault that the students didn't understand basic and simple concepts!

He rolled onto his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, and morosely swatted at one of the papers littering the carpet. It wasn't just the admins, though. Hades was going to get on his case about this too. For some reason (Prometheus was blaming the admins), he started actually caring about how Prometheus taught his classes (probably because some of his students were under Prometheus's care, and they were a bunch of whiners who kept complaining about him to Hades). He'll be disappointed in him. Hades being disappointed in him was Awful.

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Prometheus huffed quietly, but he did obediently sit down next to Hades. The 'good boy' did smooth down some of his ruffled feathers, and he sat down with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms loosely wrapped round them as he eyed the grade book Hades flipped open.

"My handwriting isn't that bad," Prometheus groused, though he did admit, it took him a few rereads to decipher his messy scrawl. He took the grade book from Hades, flipping it to where he kept the individual students' grades listed, and showed him.

The differences were very stark.

Majority of students scored low, but there were a core few that were passing (notably those experienced in the ways of Prometheus's torture session- er, lessons) with only two scoring above average grades.

“And this is with or without your final averaged in?” He noted the high scoring students. They were notably not actually freshmen and he definitely recognized them. This was going to be one hell of a curve.

He placed a hand in the middle of Prometheus’ back and rubbed slow circles. He would need to be eased into all of this, even if it wasn’t his first go at it. He could certainly go over Prometheus’ head, but that wasn’t ideal either.

Very slowly, Prometheus relaxed from his prickly cat impression at Hades rubbing his back, uncurling from his little ball and sitting properly on the sofa.

"Uh, this is without. I didn't get around to doing it yet," he admitted. Honestly, he'd been tempted just to not include it and say he 'lost' the finals' results. But then, that wouldn't be very good of him as a teacher, huh? The students wouldn't learn if he didn't show them where they went wrong...

But then admin would get upset with him once they saw the results. Hmmm...

"What if," Prometheus started hopefully, desperately hoping this was the right answer that'd get Hades to stop being disappointed, "I, uh, gave them a new final to do? An easier one!"

“Let’s just assume these test scores are unusable,” Hades said in a very definitive way.

“Do you know how much they know? Would you be able to even put together a fair final?” Hades raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin down on the word fair. C’mon Prometheus, dig deep.

He continued to pet Prometheus since it seemed to be helping. He really didn’t want to have to abstain for three months, but boy did it make Prometheus learn something. The last time had been a disagreement about some paperwork and Prometheus’ accompanying study that he needed to submit to get his permits. It did not go well.

Prometheus thought the current final was fair, but he decided to overlook Hades's sloppy wording and see the bigger picture. The main objective was to avoid being stuck in summer classes (again), and to evade the unyielding disapproval of the admins (again). If he had to dumb down his exam to do it, he will.

"Well," he said, "I have the copies of the finals Lahabrea drew up for me to use. I thought it was too easy, though, and stuffed them somewhere, but... I guess I can use those..."

Even though it caused him physical pain to use anything of Lahabrea's. It was like a subtle approval of his work, which Prometheus was deathly allergic to.

He peeked at Hades, looking hopeful, "Will that do? That'll do, right?"

“It still concerns me that I don’t know if you know what they know. In an effort to make them cram the entire book they might know almost nothing.”

It was frustrating, since Prometheus’ class was important. This would all be simpler if it wasn’t. Hades unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled his tie loose. The whiskey was finally really starting to warm him up and mellow him out.

“You can use Lahabrea’s exam but you have to cut it down to ten questions.” It’s like Hades was trying to torture him now.

Prometheus's gaze drifted down to Hades's exposed collarbone unconsciously, his thoughts drifting away from the problem of his horrendous teaching despite his best efforts to focus.

"Ugh, that means I'll have to read his stupid exam..." he muttered, shifting a little closer to his boyfriend until their thighs were pressed closed together, "But okay, fine, I'll do it. Happy?"

“Then read his stupid exam,” Hades said, watching Prometheus’ attention drift to his collar. “How do you know if it’s stupid if you’ve haven’t read it?” Hades sort of knew the answer. He knew he didn’t get along with Lahabrea very well but he didn’t understand fully why. Unfortunately, he could understand Lahabrea’s irritation with Prometheus.

“Oh yes, one more thing. Come to my class tomorrow to tell them there will be a new exam. It’s going to be bad enough as it is tomorrow, which, by the way, today was supposed to be my last class.” So thanks for that.

Prometheus forcibly dragged his gaze up from Hades's collar to his face, trying to look like he hadn't been imagining something slightly indecent. The thought of reading Lahabrea's exam, and actually using it, cooled his passion somewhat, anyways. If Lahabrea heard he used his exam because his actual final had been a colossal failure, he'd never let Prometheus hear the end of it.

"Do I have to-" he started, then thought better of it considering what Hades threatened before, "Er, I mean, sure! That's... that's fine. I can do that..."

He didn't sound very enthused - didn't even bother trying to pretend. It was going to be a pain, and Prometheus had kind of planned to take it easy tomorrow. Damn students... failing his final and causing all these problems. Hrmph.

However, he wasn't so oblivious that he didn't see how this was impacting Hades. His boyfriend should have been winding down now that term was ending, and instead he was having to do another class for his exam, was helping Prometheus with his own problems, and getting stressed out on his behalf. He did feel... a little guilty about that.

"Um," he started awkwardly, rubbing his hands together, "Sorry, by the way."

Hades let himself smile just slightly. Had he finally realized what a pain he had being? He didn’t care that Prometheus was unenthusiastic, he’d just have to grin and bear it. Hades finally released the tension in his shoulders and dramatically slumped over onto his side.

“It’s... well, I forgive you, of course. If you do what I ask of you. Also if you go fetch me the bottle of wine from the kitchen,” Hades kicked off his dress shoes and untucked his shirt from his trousers. He looked very good for his age; he took good care of himself and it showed. Even if he had begun to grey.

Hades pulled one of their many blankets off the back of the couch and pulled it over himself in spite of the heat. “And what’s for dinner?”

Prometheus relaxed. All easy things to achieve for Hades's forgiveness.

He watched his boyfriend slump over, kicking off his shoes and untucking his shirt - he really did like him dressed all smartly, but this was equally enticing in a different way. Prometheus had to stifle an urge to crawl onto his boyfriend's lap and fuss for attention, biting his bottom lip briefly. Hades would probably indulge him, but best not push his luck after oh so narrowly avoiding getting stuck in the doghouse.

"I've got some bourguignon in the slow cooker," Prometheus said, pushing himself up from the sofa. He needed to grab that wine, "It's got about another hour or two left before it's done."

He glanced down at Hades, unable to resist playfully tugging at one of his boyfriend's grey lock of hairs, "You just relax, babe. I'll be right back with your wine."

With that, he quickly scurried to the kitchen, pausing at the slow cooker long enough to check on said meal before grabbing one of Hades's favourite wines and two glasses. He returned to the living room, and like a good, perfect, amazing boyfriend, uncorked the wine and poured it out, before handing the glass over to Hades.

“Mm...This is why I keep you around, you know?” he said playfully as Prometheus told him what was on the menu.

Hades took a breath, finally letting himself relax. He could see the way through, and that was what he found most important. Hades picked up the remote and turned on the air conditioner. He undressed further under the blanket as Prometheus went into the kitchen. By the time Prometheus came back, his shirt was open, and his thin tank top was undershirt clinging to his skin with sweat. He left his suspenders on. He raised his golden eyes to Prometheus when he returned.

He took the full wine glass and brought it to his face, giving it a sniff before sipping it. “So we have an hour to kill?” Hades finally allowed himself to absorb Prometheus’ appearance in its entirety. The crop top... the shorts. He was a sucker for it. “Lucky you, you have options. Either you can entertain me before dinner... or we can read over Lahabrea’s test questions. Both will happen tonight, but I’m generous enough to let you pick the order.”

Prometheus felt goosebumps prickle over his skin from the air conditioning - and from something else, when he glimpsed how much Hades had undressed under his blanket. He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts (the form-fitting ones that said NASTY along the ass, incidentally), idly pushing it down a fraction enough that the jut of his hip bone peeked into view.

"Oh? I get to pick? That's really generous of you," Prometheus purred, his gaze heavy-lidded as he slowly started to smile. It was pretty obvious what his decision was going to be.

"I think I'll entertain you, babe," he said, stepping close enough that he could rest one knee on the edge of the sofa next to Hades's thigh, just one move away from straddling his lap. This was more like what he'd been hoping for when Hades came home, and he barely managed to contain himself as he leaned in that little more, almost looking like a dog overeager to please its master, metaphorical tail wagging.

Hades decided that he would allow himself to enjoy this for a time. He had trouble resisting Prometheus, which is how they got together anyway. It was inappropriate then, and it was inappropriate now. At least Hades tried to keep it that way. “As long as you don’t make me spill my drink,” he said with a wicket smile. His crows feet crinkled as he took a sip, letting his eyes fall over Prometheus’ form.

“Hmm, have you been working out?” He asked facetiously. Of course Prometheus worked out. He was the jockiest scientist he’d ever met. Hades spread his legs a bit without thinking about it, giving his burgeoning erection some room.

“So...” he purred. “What will tonight’s entertainment be?” He didn’t bother to move the blanket yet. He was too comfy. May as well replace the sensation in a one in, one out in sort of way.

Prometheus couldn't help but giggle a little at the working out comment. Of course he'd been working out... but Hades always trotted out that line when he got in a flirty mood, much to Prometheus's delight. Which meant...

"Mm, let's see. What can we do...?" he hummed, his gaze lowering to Hades's crotch. He had several ideas, but maybe Prometheus could spoil Hades a little, before demanding to be fussed over. Hades always fussed over him whenever he asked, so Prometheus could afford to be a little patient this time.

He eased back, removing his knee from the edge of the sofa to kneel down in front of Hades instead. He rested his hands on the inside of Hades's knees, slowly sliding them up until he was toying with the hem of his trousers, where they were unzipped and splayed open, almost framing his boyfriend's growing erection.

He leaned forwards as he pushed up the hem of Hades's tank top, enough to nuzzle at his stomach. He purred, dipping lower, following the beginnings of his happy trail right down to the waistband of his underwear before pressing his face close to his boyfriend's groin, inhaling his scent. Good, perfect.

Hades drew an audible breath through his nose as Prometheus pressed his face against his clothed cock. God, what a good sight. He couldn’t help but get a rush from it, his cock responding in kind. Hades was a fairly blessed man... he had smarts, good taste, good looks, and a sizable and shapely cock.

Hades gently bucked his hips, tempted to unclasp his suspenders— but wanting to draw it out some more. After such a long, hot day, Hades’ natural musk was apparent. But it smelled incredible— it was as if the fabled human pheromone existed for him. The smell was strong and hypnotizing, he found.

Hades ran his hand through Prometheus’ hair, grabbing it gently to let him know just how aroused he was. This was one of the many reasons Hades never stayed mad. His other hand held his glass of wine and he just continued to drink it, thinking.

“If you’re still debating it, I have a couple ideas.” Hades’ cock twitched.

Prometheus let out a soft, obscene noise when Hades gently grabbed his hair, his pulse jumping in excitement. He mindlessly nuzzled and mouthed at his boyfriend's clothed cock, feeling his own stiffen in response. He just about stifled the urge to palm himself. Gotta be patient for a bit...

He swore Hades's scent fucking hypnotised him or something. It drove him wild, made him a panting, pliable thing that would've made him embarrassed if he had any shame (he didn't). His fingers curled into the loose waistband of Hades's trousers, mindlessly tugging even though the suspenders held them firmly in place.

Prometheus truly was blessed, to have a guy like Hades. It was like the guy was born for him, or something...

"Mmnn? Ideas like what...?" he asked breathlessly, his voice slightly muffled against Hades's crotch as he successfully located where the head kind of was underneath the fabric of his underwear. He pressed his lips there, a teasingly light pressure.

“Mm, isn’t it obvious? You should suck me off properly,” but Hades made no move to displace his clothes. The wait was tantalizing, after all. His underwear darkened as his precome soaked into the fabric. The light pressure of Prometheus’ lips and his beautiful face between his legs made the roiling heat in his belly throb.

Hades, too, felt that Prometheus was made for him. Easily bored, Hades often checked out of relationships that were too straightforward. His therapist pointed this out, but Hades decided that giving in to his impulses was simpler than trying to untangle his psyche. For him, there was no good without bad; no happiness without anger. Hades gripped Prometheus’ jaw to stare at him lovingly.

“You beautiful man; I love you. Unclasp my suspenders before I make a mess of myself just looking at you,” his voice was entirely unselfconscious in spite of the content of his pleas. Also he refused to set his wine glass down until it was finished... and chugging was uncouth.

Prometheus couldn't help but lick at the damp spot growing at the front of Hades's underwear, not even bothering to fight down his smile when he was gently pulled away by firm fingers gripping his jaw. Hades was looking down at him like that, all hungry adoration and affection that made him want to melt.

He loved being wanted. He loved being loved. He loved being pampered and complimented and praised... he even loved being challenged and pushed and contradicted, and Hades expertly toed the thin line between those contrary desires of his. Hades brought the stick earlier, to try to make him better, and now here came the carrot...

"But, what if I want you to make a mess just by looking at me?" he asked with a sultry kind of mischief, even as his fingers started to unclasp the suspenders. The trousers were kind of getting in the way, so they had to go.

But, hm, making Hades come with minimal physical interaction, to entice him that much by visual stimulation alone... Prometheus wondered if he could do it. Probably, if he was patient enough. Unfortunately, he was notoriously impatient, especially in these things.

The suspenders clicked undone, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hades's underwear, thumbing the first few curls of his pubic hair peeking over the hem.

“Cute, but I’m the one in control here,” he said, even as Prometheus was undressing him. Hades glanced down. Was it this year he’d begun to sprout a few greys, even down there? At least Prometheus didn’t seem to mind. He kept everything meticulously groomed, even trimming his pubic hairs every week to just the right length. “And I already decided that I want to come in your mouth,” he combed his fingers through Prometheus’ hair, unable to stifle a grin.

“Get to it then, hmm?” He lifted a leg, placing his dress shoed foot on the coffee table. He certainly made himself comfortable with his ass in the corner of the seat, his arms around the rest and back of the couch.

They’d met, curiously, at a time that no one else would have thought to try to date Prometheus. Usually you bail your boyfriend out of jail, but you don’t use that as a pick up scenario... not that Hades’ purpose was so insidious as that. But he had gained his interest in a way that no one had before. ...It might have ruined things with his ex. Whatever.

"Yes, master," Prometheus drawled a little sarcastically, because he was very bad at playing completely pliable, but he was smiling as he tugged Hades's trousers and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.

It tapped against his cheek, and he immediately leaned back, idly stroking his fingers over the length like it was his first time admiring it. As always, Hades looked lovely, and the grey in his pubes was more enticing than anything. Hades made going grey look sexy... even if Prometheus had a feeling he was the cause of said grey hairs half the time.

Then again, what did Hades expect, picking up a public menace at the local jail? As stressful and aggravating as he found Prometheus sometimes, he had a feeling that that was what drew Hades to him. He always kept him on his toes.

Finally, he leaned back in and took Hades into his mouth, his hand grasping his cock's base. He decided to go slow, just because, well, he wanted to be a little teasing, and he wanted Hades to demand him to be more aggressive. So, he lightly bobbed his head, slow, careful, his hand stroking what he didn't fit into his mouth in time with his bobbing.

Honestly, without Prometheus, he stressed himself out enough as it was. But Hades groaned low and soft as he watched the most beautiful man he had ever met bob between his legs. It was beyond erotic, it was a near religious sight for him. If only he could do something about those stupid “shirts” he wore. ...And the pace. He adjusted almost immediately and found himself placing a hand back into his hair.

“Prometheus,” he prompted, pushing his hair out of his face. “Properly,” he said, tangling his hand in his hair to drag him up and down the length of his cock more quickly. Not too far or hard, of course. He was domineering in bed, not mean.

The night they’d met was certainly interesting. Prometheus, having just been allowed to change back into his civilian clothes from the jumpsuit and being led to the front of the office where Hades stood. Perhaps he would look vaguely familiar— he was an acquaintance to the man who had had enough of Prometheus and rounded the cops up to remove him.

Prometheus's pulse jumped when Hades forced a faster pace, a shiver trembling through him as anticipation rolled through him. He played it up a little, letting out a soft, tiny obscene noise as Hades's pulled his hair and forced his head to bob faster - not deeper, though. Prometheus decided to wait a bit for that.

His free hand dropped down to palm himself through his shorts, his hips clumsily rocking into the touch, too distracted by Hades's cock in his mouth to set up a real rhythm. Amazing how hard he was already, the front of his shorts a little damp from precum as he began to pant and moan around Hades's cock. Oh, this was fantastic. This was good. He could probably come from this alone, if Hades let him, just, sucking him off hard and fast, dry-humping against his own hand with his boyfriend's scent driving him into a lustful daze. He was utterly shameless in expressing that desire with very obscene, unrestrained noises.

That night when Prometheus met Hades - he'd been shameless then. Still a little drunk and wobbly, as well as sporting an impressive black eye from where he'd resisted his initial arrest, he probably didn't look like much when he was dragged out of his jail cell to meet his bailer.

Honestly, Prometheus had expected Hythlodaeus. He normally bailed him if he felt kind enough, though he tended to be sassy and exasperated with him for it. Instead, a vaguely familiar man with a handsome face Prometheus felt he should remember was waiting for him, and Prometheus, with no brain to mouth filter and cocky from far too much alcohol in his system, crowed; "Oh, wow, who's this handsome devil bailing me out? My new sugar daddy?"

Like I said, no shame.

Hades glanced down at Prometheus. Even from this angle he could tell what he was doing and toyed with both options. If he let him come with his cock in his mouth, well that would just be hot, wouldn’t it? It would be over quickly... but they still had the test to think about.

He cursed himself. He really knew how to get distracted while he was trying to enjoy something, didn’t he? He pushed thoughts of academia, his career, his boyfriend’s very troubled career... all aside. If he kept up with this, he’d end up limp in Prometheus’ mouth. Which had happened too much for his liking lately already.

And now he was down a different mental rabbit hole. He felt himself flag somewhat.

Back then, Hades hadn’t known what to expect. He had certainly had expectations, but they had been of something else: a fierce environmentalist, a man with righteous fury, a rogue academic. Not... some drunk slut.

The officer told him that he’d best intended to take him right home and let him sober up. Honestly, Hades had imagined taking him out for a drink. Christ, what had he gotten himself into. He sighed, pulled a card from a dedicated metal case, and handed it to him. “...Devil, hm? You can call me Hades. You’re not to be alone until you’re sober, so I suppose you’re coming with me.”

Prometheus made a low, discontented noise when he felt Hades flag a little - no doubt he got distracted thinking about something else again. If he were anyone else, that might've punctured his confidence somewhat, but instead it made him more determined as he stopped palming himself to focus a little more on his boyfriend.

Right.

He pulled off Hades's cock with a wet obscene noise, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of his boyfriend's trousers and underwear still lingering just below his hips. He started yanking, roughly pulling them down Hades's legs while shuffling back a bit to allow him room to do that. If he was going to get distracted, Prometheus was going to be just as equally distracting to draw his attention back.

Back then, he'd been the same. After Hades had handed him his card, Prometheus had pretty much shoved it into his short's pocket - that being the small inner pocket near the crotch, so it looked like he just rammed it down his underwear. Despite his drunken swaying and cocky smile, Prometheus was rational enough to try and stay somewhat alert around a potential stranger dragging him off to parts unknown.

"Ohhhh? I wouldn't mind coming with you," Prometheus sniggered at his dirty joke, and held his arm out, "Sure, sure! C'mon, handsome, lead me off! I can't walk straight, yanno."

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