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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“Is that right?” Hades asked him, hands still holding his wrists firm. He leaned down to kiss his neck and nip at his skin. “You begged me to make you go as long as possible. I think you can hold on longer,” he said, repositioning his cock to brush against his entrance instead.

Prometheus was lucky he had such a patient man as a lover. And strong. Not just anyone could hold Prometheus down.

—

Hades considered this. If only because he just paid ten thousand dollars for his bail and likely wouldn’t see a dime of that from Hythlodaeus or anyone else. But that was his tiredness talking. Well, no, his tiredness was telling him to go to bed.

“Maybe if you still want to in the morning. And I won’t have you be too embarrassed or whatever and leave. I don’t plan for you to shake me off so easily, I still need you for something. So stay. Come get me if you need something,” he said, passing by him to go collapse into his bedroom. Instantly he texted Hythlodaeus a long, irate message.

Prometheus almost cried, his breaths stuttering audibly as he helplessly spread his thighs wide at feeling Hades's cock brush against his entrance. No matter how hard he pulled against Hades's grip, his boyfriend kept his wrists pinned down. It was maddening. Absolutely maddening. He was going to die. Seriously. Seriously.

"I-I can't!" he choked out, his voice raw with utter desperation as he bucked his hips almost wildly, cock bouncing from the jerky movements, its head dark, "I really- c-can't...! Hades, please, let me- let me...!"

-

Ah.

Prometheus blinked, a little wrongfooted at the sort-of acceptance of his not-all-that-serious offer, and stared as Hades slouched off to his bedroom. Well. Hm. Okay then.

He went and showered, feeling much more alert and sober as he changed into the clean clothes Hades gave him. He felt a little lost when he returned to where Hades set up the bed for him, eyeing it uncertainly. Normally, he didn't sleep at a stranger's house, but he felt unsure about making himself at home by watching television until daybreak. He wasn't sure if Hades would get annoyed at him rubbing his dirty hands over everything.

So, after some dithering, he shuffled off to Hades's room - just after he sent that long, irate message to Hythlodaeus.

"Hey, uh, Hades?" he said, knocking on the door before peeking inside, "Can I borrow your phone real quick? I wanna call Hyth."

Hades shifted his grip to hold both of Prometheus’ wrists in one hand. This, of course, was an act of consent. Hades was strong, but not so overwhelming that he could hold Prometheus down with one hand... Even if he’d been holding his arms over his head for several minutes and they were likely a little gooey by now.

Hades lubricated himself and began to press into Prometheus. He didn’t go far, just enough to push the vibrator up as he grasped Prometheus’ cock and jerked it roughly.

—-

Hades was still awake, of course. Just under his comforter and in his boxers, the rest of his clothes stripped off and hung up or tossed into his laundry basket.

He rolled over, taking the blanket with him over his shoulders as he answered the door. He opened it, looking down at Prometheus. He couldn’t stifle a smile. He really did look cute in his clothes, being just a bit too big. Ah, he’d been distracted, but he noticed now that he had handed him a military forces shirt. Hm. Oh well.

He handed Prometheus the phone and motioned that he could come sit in his room if he liked. His room was peculiar in that the bed was in a pit, of sorts. One could just stumble into the room and fall flat directly into a bed. ... The entire apartment’s layout would have had to compensate for that much of the floor being raised. Hades walked back over to his bed and floumped down into it.

Prometheus stopped his squirming when Hades shifted to grip his wrists with one hand, understanding that his pleas were being answered despite his scattered wits. His cooperation was swiftly rewarded when he Hades finally pushed into him, nudging the buzzing vibrator so it was now solidly pressed up against his prostate, almost making his blow his load there and then.

"Ah!" he tossed his head back, gasping loudly as his hips twitched, caught between Hades inside of him, and Hades roughly jerking him off. It was a relief so intense it almost made him cry, and after a tense moment where he squirmed and arched and panted so quickly it almost sounded like sobbing, he came hard.

Fairly certain he died for a second there. His heart was thumping so frantically it felt ready to pop as he trembled from the overwhelming feelings. He faintly heard himself gasp out Hades's name, over and over, his thighs clenched tight around Hades's waist, clearly not ready to let go any time soon.

-

Prometheus tried not to stare, really, but that bed was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His gaze slid past Hades as he automatically took the offered phone, stepping awkwardly into the bedroom and clearly looking uncertain on where he was allowed to sit.

He decided to be polite - the guy was being nice to him, in a grumpy sort of way - and sat delicately near the edge of the 'pit' that held the bed in a low squat, pressing in Hythlodaeus's number (or, the beginning of it, as the phone automatically filled in the rest for him, Hades really did know him if he had him as a contact).

As the phone rang, Prometheus discreetly examined Hades, sprawled over his comfortable bed. He had quite a few scars... specific ones, and had a surprisingly fit body despite his horrible posture. Huh, a veteran, maybe? He didn't act like one.

Prometheus’ legs may have kept him from thrusting anymore, but his cock was now trapped inside him with the vibrator that he couldn’t adjust due to that position. He watched with quiet glee as Prometheus came and enjoyed the show of it. They really had kept him hard on the edge for a while there. He was almost surprised with how much come was splashed on their bellies.

“Are you alright there, love?” Hades asked softly, pressing kisses to Prometheus’ jaw. He let up from holding his wrists, but found himself locked in place still by Prometheus’ terrifyingly powerful core.

—

Ah, how observant of him. He did have a spray of shrapnel scars across his chest and shoulder. There were a couple bullet wound scars... some nasty looking things that must have healed up a decade ago now, but we’re still very visible. Around the shrapnel scars were a few obvious surgery scars...

“You can sit on the bed,” Hades said, rolling over to make room. It was more awkward if he was perched like that. Around the room were several interesting things. A full length mirror next to what must have been a walk in closet, a dimly glowing fish tank, a couch built into the corner of the room with thick curtains to block out the city lights. There were no chairs in the room.

Hythlodaeus picked up the phone with a drowsy “Hullo”.

Prometheus made a weird, breathy little grunt that might've been a 'yes' or a 'no', shivering as he took advantage of his newly freed hands to clumsily wrap his arms around Hades's shoulders, clinging to him with both legs and arms as he tried to get his breathing under control.

Ugh, he was all teary-eyed. Not from pain or anything, but just from the intensity of that orgasm. His stomach felt wet and sticky, and he was very aware of Hades's cock and the vibrator still trapped inside of him. His thighs felt locked, though, and it took an extreme amount of effort to force himself to relax his legs around Hades's waist, spreading wide to give his boyfriend room to move.

"M'okay," he finally mumbled, sounding very dazed and fucked out of his wits, "Sensitive, though..."

-

Prometheus shuffled onto the bed like some skittish, overgrown cat, making sure to keep a polite distance from himself and Hades. For all his earlier flirting and crass comments, he wasn't about to intrude on the guy's personal space in his bed - if only for his own peace of mind. Hades had seemed... mildly interested? And Prometheus honestly wasn't sure what to do with that. His himbo persona tended to chase people away, not attract them.

So, it was a relief when Hythlodaeus picked up. He knew exactly what to do with Hythlodaeus.

"Hyth, it's me!" he chirped, his tone and expression visibly brightening with genuine delight. And, because he couldn't help but tease his friend a little, "Just calling to say I won't be home tonight, because your friend picked me up outta jail! I think you owe him like ten grand or something."

"Sensitive... Or too sensitive?"

Hades sighed as he felt Prometheus relax. He switched the vibrator off, giving him a moment to relax in his afterglow... before he began gently thrusting again. He did feel like he could go again now. That was... Very hot. And he had enough time to recoup. The second wouldn't be as robust as the first, but who cared?

"Is this alright, love?" he asked softly, gazing down at Prometheus' face.

--

Hades was used to total weirdos coming in and out of his life. That was sort of the curse of being eccentric and charismatic himself, though. Like attracted like, after all. Hades rolled onto his side and propped his head up with a folded pillow. He could give the other guy some privacy, but where was the fun in that?

"Oh, Prom, is that all?" Hythlodaeus asked with some bewildered glee. "I was wondering what the threatening e-mail from what's-his-face was about." He certainly sounded like he was more awake now.

"My friend..." Hythlodaeus went through his mental rolodex, wondering who had ten thousand dollars on hand and would even bother doing that when Hythlodaeus probably would have in the morning once Prometheus was sober enough to make a phone call. "Hades? That is hilarious. He's usually asleep by nine."

Prometheus relaxed when the vibrator stilled, taking that brief respite to collect himself a little. Then Hades started to thrust - gentle, slow movements that toed the line between sensitive and good. He bit his bottom lip, worrying it for a moment as his thighs squeezed around Hades's waist again.

"I'm, I'm good. Not too sensitive..." he groaned, his fingers curling against his boyfriend's shoulder blades. Each gentle thrust nudged the vibrator, pressing it against his prostate. He let out a heavy exhale, his head tipping back against the pillow as a low groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He felt hot - really hot - sticky with sweat and with cum staining his belly. But Hades was hard and thick inside of him - he really was ready for another go - and the gentle, rocking pace had Prometheus practically melting.

It toed the line. It really toed the line, knowing one too hard thrust or a too rough pace would tip it from pleasurable to discomforting in an instant, but Prometheus was a bit of a masochist, and he so loved Hades pushing him to his very limits. His legs tightened around Hades, pulling, clumsily trying to coax him to set a harder, deeper pace. His cock, still half-hard thanks to the cock ring, began to stiffen up against. He didn't even feel embarrassed about how quickly he was riled up again.

-

Well, that definitely confirmed that Hades was indeed Hythlodaeus's friend, and not a disturbingly well-informed, rich stalker creep trying to murder him in his sleep or something.

"Yeah, it's Hades," Prometheus said, idly curling a lock of hair around his finger in a nervous gesture. He could see Hades watching him from the corner of his eye. He pulled his knees up to his chest, settling into a comfortable ball.

"Hm, really? 'Cuz he's wide awake right now, and he said he was looking for me 'cuz of you," Prometheus glanced over at Hades, unintentionally making eye contact. He quickly looked away, trying not to seem flustered, "Um, but yeah! Anyways, I was just calling so you didn't think that asshole, like, sent some goons to shank me and dump me in a ditch again. I'm alive."

That was the joy of younger men, wasn’t it? So energetic and eager. And Prometheus especially liked a little punishment. Hades was warmly intoxicated by now, though he was a man who could hold his liquor and control himself. Sometimes.

Hades obeyed Prometheus’ coaxing, setting the pace just a bit harder. The sensation of how tight his boyfriend squeezed him was nearly too much. Funnily, the numbing of the alcohol let him survive Prometheus’ intense orgasm. Hades’ breath came out ragged against Prometheus’ ear as he kept his pace steady.

“You beautiful man,” Hades started breathily, “I’m going to make you come again so hard you can’t stand.”

Without pulling out of Prometheus, he adjusted them, pushing Prometheus onto his side and lifting his leg onto his shoulder. He straddled one of his muscular thighs, as his hands were freed to tease however he liked. His hand immediately went up Prometheus’ shirt, ghosting over taut muscles until he found a nipple.

—

Hades chuckled as he shamelessly eavesdropped. He slowly stood, not bothering with the blanket as he walked over to his eel tank. It was... extremely elaborate. It looked like he’d built an entire scaled down city for them. He bent down, opening a mini-fridge full of frozen cubes of food. He popped some out into the aquarium, and all the little black eels came out, illuminated dimly by the purple light. They looked like specters like this. Hades placed a hand shallowly into the water, some of them coming up to investigate him and gum his fingers.

“He’s never fully awake,” Hythlodaeus replied. “But I’m glad you didn’t get yourself killed, especially on my account. Really now. Even if the evidence photos of his face are very, very funny. My lawyer is already on it, but you might need to plead incompetence to stay out of jail. But we can probably get you down to three months and probation.”

Hythlodaeus sighed in a relieved sort of way. “I appreciate your call. And... it’s probably a good idea for you to stay out of your apartment and anywhere else you frequent for a while. They will definitely try to retaliate. I’m staying in a hotel for a while, too. Just be careful and suspicious for now.”

Prometheus let out a rough cry when Hades manhandled him onto his side, his fingers scrabbling at the bed sheets under him as his boyfriend hoisted his leg over his shoulder, his weight sitting on his thigh trapped between him and the bed. The angle was- fuck.

Every firm, steady thrust made little stars dance behind his eyelids. They danced even brighter when Hades started playing with his nipple, unable to stop himself from clenching sporadically around his boyfriend's cock from the overstimulation. He felt like he was going to die - in an amazingly spectacularly good way - and strained, gasping words tumbled from his lips without thought.

"Please, please, please...!" he begged - for what, he didn't know, he just knew he wanted it, needed it, like breathing. He was clenching harder, faster, now, unable to stop, already rushing to the cusp of another, mind-blowing orgasm. He couldn't even be embarrassed at how quick it was coming - after being edged for so long before, it was an absolute fucking relief for this one to come in so fast.

"H-Hades, I-!" his warning stuttered in his throat, turning into a low, grunting groan better suited to a rutting animal as he clenched tight around Hades - and came. He came hard. Again.

-

Prometheus watched Hades wander over to his aquarium, though he didn't know it was full of eels until the man coaxed them out with food. What kind of guy had a tank full of eels in his bedroom? This one, obviously. Prometheus couldn't help but think how weird it'd be, to have sex in front of all those eels though. Wait, why was he thinking about fucking in front of eels? You stop that, brain. That was weird, even for him.

Brushing that off as him being exhausted and hungover, he tuned back into the conversation, watching Hades without really focusing on him.

"When am I ever not careful or suspicious?" he asked teasingly, "I'll be fine, Hyth. I always am! I have the devil's luck."

Also, he was audacious, defiant, and not afraid to get his knuckles busted up to solve a very persistent problem. He'd like to see a guy who could one up him, no matter how many thugs he brought into a fight. Prometheus's current record was beating up ten in a oner and sending them fleeing with their tails between their legs. He could double that, easy.

"Also, I don't mind short jail time," he said, "Free food, a free bed, free workouts... oh, also, you meet some interesting people there." But, he was just teasing Hythlodaeus there, "Anyway, we can talk about it tomorrow. You sound kinda sleepy. I'll let you go to bed and I'll continue intruding on Hades's impeccable hospitality, okay?"

Ah, but Hades could not last past those consecutive pulls and contractions around his cock. He came for the second time, which was rare for him. He was unflatteringly and infamously a roll over and sleep after sex sort of man.

Well, he was always a roll over and sleep sort of man under any circumstances... Narcolepsy was difficult at the best of times.

Hades pulled out slowly with some difficulty. He finally shut off the vibrator and pulled it out by the wire. Thankfully it came easy, his cock was much larger than the vibrator. He wrapped the lubey mess in a nearby towel and set it aside.

Just to make his muscles spasm, he ran a finger along the underside of Prometheus’ oversensitive cock.

“Are you alright, dearest?”

... maybe he overdid it. He’d probably have to serve dinner now, wouldn’t he?

—

“Yeah, yeah. The jail time is definitely better than pleading insanity. I’ll contact you when I have it sorted with my lawyer. Oh yeah, did you know Hades is my ex? Anyway, goodnight.”

And he hung up.

Leaving Prometheus with just Hades and the eels. Hades pet his eels at the surface. They were remarkably... friendly for eels. He pulled his hand out, wiping it on a moist towelette and turned back to Prometheus.

“Jail time, then?” his voice was very neutral.

Prometheus felt like all of his muscles had turned into jelly when he eased into his afterglow, his face pressed into the pillow to muffle his heavy breathing as Hades slowly pulled out of him - and took out the vibrator - leaving him to just, kinda sprawl messily on his side. His heart was thumping like he just finished running a marathon, flushed, sweaty, and feeling thoroughly pushed to the limit.

God. Fucking hell. Every nerve in his body felt like it was teetering between absolute ecstasy and extreme hypersensitivity. It almost made him feel dizzy, or... huh, no, that might be from his body overheating. He felt kinda dehydrated too... ugh, what fluids he hadn't messily ejaculated he probably sweated out...

"Y-Yeah, m'okay..." he groaned, shivering when he felt that teasing finger run along his sensitive cock. His legs twitched, thighs trying to press close to protect himself from further contact, and he sluggishly turned his head to blink dazedly up at Hades.

"...I think I had a religious experience," he mumbled, his eyes sliding closed again as he let out a rough exhale. His breathing was slowly getting back under control, even if the rest of his body was still completely lax.

Hades really did overdo it. Prometheus was in no condition to serve up dinner without burning himself in the process.

--

Prometheus gave the phone in his hand a sour look, hoping Hythlodaeus could feel it, before setting it aside neatly on Hades's bedside. His ex... jeeze. Well, hopefully that won't be awkward or anything.

"Jail time," he said with mock-cheer, keeping his knees drawn to his chest as he wrapped his arms round them, leaning forwards slightly to peer at the eels. They were rather fascinating.

"It's fine, though. Not my first rodeo," he said dismissively, "Though, I bet Hyth's lawyer will try to 'diminished responsibility' angle to shorten my sentence a little. Ugh, that'd mean I'd have to attend court ordered therapy, though..."

Just by looking at him he knew he was done. He had been agreeable enough and a fantastic lay... so he didn’t mind taking care of him. “Stay here, I’ll bring dinner,” Hades said, padding into the bathroom to briefly wipe off and wash his hands. Hades caught his own reflection in the mirror and had a small epiphany. I can redo his final without him even being aware of it.

Hades quickly went into the kitchen, doling out food from the slow cooker and cutting the fresh bread... he brought Prometheus a portion first and to check on him. ...And he made sure to bring a portion to put Prometheus into a mild food coma. “You never touched your wine. Surely it is properly aerated now. Shall I bring it?”

—

“So... hm. Hythlodaeus told me that your environmental impact estimates were perfect. My project had already been set back by a year, and the investors are going to pull out if I don’t have everything I need in two weeks. Surely your court date won’t be for a while...”

Such a fucking monkey paw, every single time. Hythlodaeus had the perfect guy, but he might have to conduct his business calls in ten minute bursts or during visiting hours.

“How many times have you been in jail? And how old are you?”

When Hades ambled off to get food and clean up, Prometheus tried to regain control of his trembling limbs. He clumsily sat up against the headboard, grabbing one of the towels they rolled up in the bedside table's drawer for this exact purpose. He was absolutely caked in cum, enough that he felt a little embarrassed about it as he wiped the white streaks off his belly and thighs. The smell of musk and sex was thick, but Prometheus didn't have the energy to limp off to the bathroom to properly clean up. Hades would just have to deal with it.

By the time Hades came back, Prometheus had rearranged the pillows and duvet to let him sprawl drowsily while still remaining somewhat upright enough to eat. He watched his boyfriend with heavy-lidded eyes, looking very satiated and sleepy.

"Oh, I totally forgot about my wine..." he mumbled, staying still to let Hades put the tray of food on his lap. Ah, it smelled great - not that he expected anything else since he cooked it - though he noticed Hades gave him a really big portion. Was he trying to knock him into a food coma?

Not that he was going to protest. He was absolutely starving after getting his brains fucked out of him.

"Yeah, I'll have it," he said, picking up a slice of bread and giving Hades a pleased smile. He really did like being fussed on like this, heh, "You gonna eat here with me too, babe?"

-

Prometheus gave Hades a shrewd look, dropping the dumb himbo act completely. An environmental impact estimate, huh...

"I'm twenty three," he said, uncurling from his little ball to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, "And I've been in jail, hm, several times."

Prometheus grinned wryly at that. Technically true... he went to juvie a few times, but that was for something other than climate protesting. No, that was from during the good ol' days of foster care, where Prometheus got into a few bits of trouble because... well, Hyth said he was just acting out, but truth was Prometheus was a goddamn fool with no impulse control.

"So, I can say with absolute certainty that my court date will definitely be after that two week deadline," he said cheerfully, kicking his legs a little childishly, "Especially if they start quibbling over whether or not my 'mental issues'," he signed quotation marks here, "Made me deck that asshole in the face. Not that I'd need two weeks to finish it anyways... gimme, like, five days and I'll be done."

“Yeah, I’ll eat here,” Hades said with a small smile. “I’ll be back in a moment.” What greater joy was there than walking through your own home, a little drunk, riding the euphoria of orgasm with excellent food in tow. He snagged the remainder of the bottle and set it on the bedside table.

“If I am, do you object?” Hades might be shrewd, bit he wasn’t a liar. He sat himself next to Prometheus, eating contentedly and considering his next moves. He popped a caffeine pill out of its wrapper by his bedside and drank it down with a swallow of wine.

Once Prometheus was asleep, there would be more more objecting to whatever he might do with his students’ final exams. Perfect...

—
Roughly ten years his junior, of course. He almost expected younger.

“Several times... I should have expected as much from one of Hythlodaeus’ people. Well, that hardly changes anything. I’ll take you onsite tomorrow. So long as you don’t get arrested again before then...”

Some wiggle room, that was nice. Not that he’d be able to get anyone to do it sooner or in the left over time if this guy fucked it all up. They really were at each other’s mercy right now, and Hades could just feel his insurance premiums going up.

“Learn anything of note from Hythe?”

Prometheus was already halfway dozing when Hades settled back down next to him. It was a miracle he was managing to eat his food without accidentally smearing it over his cheeks, very slowly blinking in a way that said him nodding off directly into his bowl was imminent.

But could he be blamed? Prometheus wasn't the 'fuck and immediately sleep' type, like Hades was - in fact, sex energised him somewhat after a brief moment of sleepiness - but right now he was drained after getting the ever living shit fucked out of him. In a good way. Also, he'd been tired anyways when Hades came home, so this was like the straw that broke the sleepy camel's back.

"Mn, no... I don't object," he mumbled, slumping a little bit more against his pillows. His spoon was lying, half-forgotten, in its bowl, his fingers loose around its handle. The food was delicious, and he was still hungry, but effort... so much effort to eat...

"I'm sleepy," he grumbled, sounding almost sulky about it.

-

Prometheus could admit he was a wild one, but not even he could get into even more trouble from now until morning. Well, unless he decided to rob this guy, but, as one of Hyth's friends, Hades was immune to such mischief from Prometheus.

"Nah, not really. Just the usual stuff like, 'be careful!'" he mimicked Hythlodaeus's voice with eerie accuracy, breaking off into low, amused chuckles, "I said we'd talk in the morning anyways. Knowing him, he'll be here bright and early to drag me back home by the ear, haha~"

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