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museboxofmuses2019-09-14 02:24 am
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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.
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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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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?”
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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?"
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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."
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“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...
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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?”
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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.
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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~"