godling-jesse

[godling-jesse]

𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝟐

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[godling-jesse]

"You're not a moon guy right now, though, are you? You're a sun guy, the sun guy" he was quick to remind him. Gods if only he could be a 'sun guy' again, to be connected to his drake, to the sun, to his powers. The more Simon seemed to respond to Jesse's powers, the more annoyed he felt. "I just slept 4 hours and feel like shit right now. My eyes hurt, I'm literally roasting in the sun, and you're here trying to tell me Sol was a little rambunctious this morning?" he shook his head. "All you have to do is imprint 'down' to him, and he'll lay down. That simple." Granted, it was a telepathic trick he'd learned, but it came naturally.

As soon as the shadows gathered, they dispersed when Simon gave his admission. "You don't think whoever did this was that basic, do you? Switch the two Jesse's powers?" he winkled his nose. The pattern wasn't as important as how to fix it.

As they spoke, the darkness faded, Jesse's eyse returned to normal, and even his drake eventually wandered back to his front door. Sol's gaze shifted from Jesse to Simon, clearly confused, but settled in the space between to two. "How has he been?" he asked Simon, his gaze flicking toward the drake, then to the moon boy.

"Yeah, well, moon guys don't like getting up at fuckin sunrise, so I guess we're even." He gave the drake a little finger salute, anyway. If it didn't like him, or the way he acted or talked, he figured he'd hear it sooner or later.

The demonstration Jesse gave was chilling, but not for the right reasons.

Simon was at home in the dark.

He could disappear if he wanted to, appear to others, see perfectly in pitch black as if the lights were on, but not right now, not like this. Pushing out, he tried to combat the black of night with the rising of the dawn, either borrowing light from Jesse's stolen core or from the sun itself.

"Definitely not me," he grunted, doing his best to shine with the full force of the light he normally had to be stolen, first. "My guess? Jesse, or Rio." He paused. "Other Jesse. Jay. But I met him first, so."

[godling-jesse]

"Of fucking course he did. We wake up when the sun does," as if it were an obvious fact. Honestly most people who knew Jesse around camp knew that about him by now. Granted, Sol's presence was a little new to most people. Jesse reached out hand and instinctively grazed the scales along his drakes neck, an affectionate sign of recognition, one the drake seemed to appreciate instantly. 

While Sol didn't show any signs of obvious distaste toward being called a 'shithead,' even jesse noticed the creature snort at that 'term of endearment.' Simon would learn very quickly the pride of dragons, at least of this particular sun drake.

"Quick tip, they don't like to be called shitheads, or 'cute'," he clarified right away, more so with an amused grin than anything else. "And I don't know about any moonlight shit. I think I just got straight up night shit," he said, and with that, his eyes went jet black, and as he did so, all of the light seemed to be sucked out of the area, what sunlight had been shining on them seemed to be averted, Sol growled in confusion, both at Jesse and at Simon, before bounding into the Apollo cabin for cover. A heavy cloud of darkness sunk around them. He opened his eyes, his gaze still jet black. "Is this something you can do?"

Jesse got one quick up-down in the lack of anything on, before Simon leered at him.

"Woke me up in my fucking cabin at sunrise, the shithead." His words had little heat in them, as he waved his arm to summon and/or signal the borrowed/stolen dragon before its actual partner.

"I mean, maybe he's kinda cute, or whatever. Or not. I don't fucking know dragons." He shrugged. "So did you get my moonlight shit or not?"

[godling-jesse]

Jesse liked to think he had a good read on people, especially the ones he cared about. He might not have been book smart, he might not even be that street smart about a lot of things to be honest, but when it came to his loved ones, those who he considered friends and family and everything in between, he liked to think he had a good read. So after the texts he'd gotten from Alejandro, and knowing Wyatt had mysteriously left camp, of course he'd had his concerns. His first stop was the Are's cabin, a place he didn't actually expect Ale to be, but he'd tried it anyway. Sure enough, it had been empty, but surprisingly looked lived in through the window. It looked as if Nox was there at least. He'd always thought Ale hated staying in his cabin alone.

That was the red flag that spurred him on his quest.

Jesse glanced down to Sol, who seemed to be glued to his hip ever since he had been returned to him, afraid the separation could return. He gave his drake's head an affectionate pat, reassuring. "Keep an eye on this place. If anything weird happens, or if Ale shows up, just let me know, yeah?" Sol simply gave him a disapproving grunt, but settled on his haunches and eyed the cabin. "I won't go far, Solluxus," he assured his companion, before he made toward the lake.

The lake had been the place Jesse knew Ale when to when he was stressed, depressed, or simply just antisocial. It was where he found him that first time they really connected, and he hoped it would be where he'd find him again. Sure enough, as he sauntered down the path toward the water, he saw his friend there, brooding out across the water. "You know I'm not a night person," he quipped, casually walking up, sliding into the space right behind, Ale, legs on either side of his friend, providing himself as a pillow if he wanted to lean back. "Talk to me, Ale. What's going on."

@godling-jesse

this was all a lot to take in, the idea of almost losing jesse against the dragon, having done nothing at all - the fear alone was getting to him. he couldn't protect them. coming back home after that - feeling so useless, having been feeling already all so useless with how things have been going. the meetings, people just clinging onto people they are closer too - alejandro didn't feel needed, wanted - at first it made him confuse as though everyone was feeling him they cared for him and such, but yet - he felt as it was just all words. that was when he started to push away from certain people. they were all together, they didn't need him, none of them really did. why would they want someone like him? he's given up - even more now that one of them left him when they said they wouldn't. another person leaving him, he knew it was a matter of time when others would leave and it hurt. alejandro didn't want this pain anymore, he needed to pull away and fast, so he did - he did just that. his walls were getting higher. no more pain, no more letting anyone in. it's what he should have done in the first place.

getting out of his cabin for a bit, it was thankfully late at night. nox was sleeping, every might just be sleeping or just doing their own thing. alejandro felt the urge to head to the lake - sit down just where he once laid out with jesse, not remembering this was the spot that jesse and him opened up together, sparking that what was between them - there was still that fire. he will protect them all, he always will - he'll not leave, death will have to take him. looking out at the lake, images of those he cares for flashed before him, but each time he thought of them he forced it to forget. put it somewhere in the back of his head that won't hurt him. all the good and bad memories just fading. it was for his own good. at least that was what he was telling himself as he sat there on the ground lost in his own mind.

[godling-jesse]

Truth be told, Jesse could and would have gone on for much longer. It had been a long time since he'd been given the chance to simply savor someone the way he wanted, to worship. It didn't hurt that Lar's cock, his body, was... exceptional. Feeling the passionate ruts into his face, feeling heavy balls slapping at his chin, it was enough to keep him busy for hours if he let himself. Still, he couldn't hide the prideful grin at the man's frantic retreat. "You could, but I understand if you've only got one round in you," he teased with a wink. "Gotta pace yourself in your old age." The words probably could have been more cutting if moments later, he hadn't felt himself being lifted up bridal style, and carried out of the shower like it was nothing. As they walked, Jesse found himself claiming the other's lips once again, in a hungry, passionate kiss that lasted just long enough to get thrown on the fur strewn bed overlooking the fireplace.

Flecks of water seemed to shimmer in the firelight. The fact that he was still wet didn't bother him in the slightest. The fire kept him warm and was doing a quick job at drying him. In any case, his attention was on the large Northman sauntering toward him, slick and wet, with a decidedly determined look in his eye. When he felt his legs pushed apart, exposing his puckered entrance, he instinctively resisted. Being manhandled, letting someone take so much control wasn't something Jesse was used to, but he knew Lars, he trusted Lars... and fuck did he want him. As thick legs were spread apart, his thighs pushed, back all Jesse could do was submit to whatever the son of Boreas had in store for him.

"Fu-uck..." he muttered out the second that warm tongue slide along his tight puckered rim. The warm wetness sliding against his entrance earned a shudder at first, forcing him to squirm, his hole to tighten and clench. While his body tensed for a moment, the longer Lars worked at him, the more relaxed he got, and the more he was able to focus on just how incredibly it felt. "Gods..." he breathed out, reaching down to card his own fingers through Lar's hair, pulling him in closer all the while arching his back to give the other easier access. His old slowly began to relax, opening a bit for that sinfully soft tongue. A single hand moved to his cock as he started to stroke himself slowly, from base to tip. "Just like that, baby. Just like that," he felt his hips rock up into Lar's mouth, needing more.

The zeal at which Jesse led through was wild to experience. The feel of his mouth, the hum from his throat, the heat of his tongue, it all drove Lars over the brink, lips ajar and breathless as his hips set an erratic, unrelenting pace. Hands on the back of the other’s head, he thrust up into that warmth over and over again, howling over the water as he did. And through it all, his eyes were fixated on Jesse’s face to drink in the expressions it made and the pleasure writ across it. He was hungry for more, though. Hungry to see and feel more.

Fingers carded through the other’s damp hair gently as they slowed from the initial crescendo, Lars’ cock leaking and relished by what were now savouring kisses, gentle suckles … all that drew a chesty groan from the northman, his own eyes falling shut to enjoy the pampering. But now it was Jesse’s turn for that. “It feels fuckin’ divine,” Lars replied in a husky groan as he tapped the heavy end of the length onto that open tongue. Then lips and heat enveloped it once again, and he felt the length throb in response, threatening to spill. That made his hips to roll back and release the cockhead from that warm suction, albeit unwantedly.

“Can’t let you make me come this fast,” he chuckled. Reaching towards Jesse, he scooped him up from the wet tiles in a bridal carry and kneed the bathroom door open into his bedroom. Firelight from the hearth warmed the bed of furs that Lars set the son of Apollo down upon. Both of them were still wet from the shower but he could no longer postpone it. As soon as he placed Jesse on his back, he was pulling those strong muscular legs apart to move his lips towards what laid between. A low groan trembled up his throat and made his mouth hum, the same mouth that now hungrily and passionately lapped at Jesse’s rosy rim to tease, taste, and savor, all in that order. Lars only pulled back for a second to spit at the opening before he was absorbed back into the task, eager to please.

[godling-jesse]

TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ ON TRAIN LIKE BY MEN'S HEALTH

[godling-jesse]

Jesse shot up when the loud banging on his door sounded. The sun was high in the sky, blaring in his eyes from the the skylight window hovering over his bed. It had never been a problem up until now... he'd never slept passed the sunrise.

Another banging on the door. "Okay... okay, hold on!"

Jesse pushed himself out of his bed, clad only in a pair of gym shorts, he ran to his front door, swinging it open. "You're the one who has Sol?" He'd been looking for the dragon all day the previous day once he'd realized what happened. "Where is he?"

for: @godling-jesse

Boot, meet Apollo cabin door. Repeatedly.

"Get the fuck up, Sunshine. If you're even 'sunshine' anymore, since I got all your shit."

Whether it's explanation, or apology, or commiseration, Simon wanted to get in touch with the guy he felt like he'd robbed, without even trying to do it. "Dunno who got my shit, but if you're gonna be me for who knows how the fuck long, then we got shit to discuss."

[godling-jesse]

Prompt #7 - CASSIE DELA CRUZ

Cassie Dela Cruz is a singer at his mother's record label, and arguably one of the labels top artists. After his attempt at pop stardom more or less flopped, Jesse had fallen into an extremely dark place. It took him hitting rock bottom to finally realize who he wanted to be, a producer. Cassie was his first artist signed to him personally, and his most important. He saw a lot of himself in her, her drive, her creativity, her passion. There was a fire in her that rivaled his own, that rivaled his mother's. She reminded him what he loved about music in the first place.

He found her when she was only 16 years old after hearing her demo, and was instantly inspired. Since he's signed her, they developed a close relationship. Growing up in the music industry himself, he knew how dangerous it could be for someone who didn't have others looking out for them. He had his mother, and while he had other artists he looked after, he was the most protective of Cassie, and became an almost older brother figure to her. He got to watch her grow as an artist, even helped mold her himself. While he wouldn't call her his creation by any means, he was able to express himself as an artist through her many ways. In the media, she's notorious for being outspoken and opinionated. While other producers would try to turn her into America's Sweetheart, Jesse knew there was more to her than a wholesome teen from Tennessee, and he was more than happy let her grow into the woman she wanted.

One of the his biggest hang ups about answering the song, was leaving Cassie. She's still young, and while her career sky rocketed to the point she's more or less a household name, as far as Jesse is concerned, she still needs someone looking out for her, now more than ever. What worries him the most is that now that he's gone, his mother will look to Cassie to pin her hopes and dreams on, and without him there to be a buffer, he fears that she will drain the inspiration out of her like she did to him... or perhaps she will be exactly what Cassie needs to become the superstar she always wanted Jesse to be.

[godling-jesse]

Eyebrows raised in amusement, "Is that so? Might have to make you prove it then. You know I'm a sucker for getting my ego stroked," he teased back, though to be fair Cal did have a point. It seemed like the entire camp had woken up different, like their powers had gone through some sort of shuffle. "Have you tried talking to your dad since all of this..." If they called, would they even pick up, or would it be someone else? Granted, Jesse's father had yet to answer any of his prayers as of yet. Was it just their powers? Either way, Jesse was ready for it to end. He didn't feel at home in his own body anymore.

A grin tugged wider at his lips when the source of Cal's newfound powers were revealed. "Eros?" His brows knitted together for a moment, as if getting a better look at him. "Come to think of it, you look a little more... I don't know," he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "I mean you've always been hot, but today it seems a little bit more... magical," he smirked. "So, you flew all the way up here to avoid people checking you out?" He laughed.

"Careful with comments like that, pretty sure I've suddenly become much more adept at giving them with this change of... Parentage? Powers? I really dunno how far this rabbit hole goes." He almost missed the shift from Jesse, one minute the other had been on the ground, the next there was the warmth of a familiar figure pressing against his shoulder. Same one he'd leaned on for most of the wardrobe, whenever Jesse wasn't busy offering comfort to somebody else while he stayed back. He wasn't entirely sure himself, what he was apologizing for. The comment was hardly the most flirtatious thing he'd said. Even if mostly in jest, still figuring himself out.

"Corey's. Think whoever got Remy's probably woke up with wings, while I'm just trying to keep these out so I can get back down again once I'm... Done avoiding the fact everybody keeps looking at me differently. Pays way more attention?" Was that what it meant to be the child of somebody tied so heavily to emotions? To feel more in tune with them, and feel the radiating off of others?

[godling-jesse]

Jesse would like to say that he was getting used to his sudden shift. While once he gravitated toward the light, reveled in it, now he noticed it seemed to only give him a headache. While he'd once preferred to spend his time outside, or in his own cabin drenched in naturally light, now he preferred the comfort of darkness. Honestly, he didn't know how Rio did it. How was he so comfortable all the time when all Jesse wanted to do was just sit in darkness, stick to the shadows.

He found himself wandering toward the kitchens, the dark kitchens with no fucking windows. His cabin had so many windows. A plan to sneak in and get a quick snack was quickly derailed when a whole ass stove was launched across the hall. After jumping back in a start, he looked to the discarded machine, then peeked through the door into the kitchens. Wolfram? "You good, bro? Typically, we just turn the dial off when we're done cooking."

status: open location: the kitchens at camp

wolfram was feeling strange. he'd heard murmurs of changes within the demigods, a stark loss of power, gaining new abilities that made little sense given their divinity. all wolfram had felt was, well, a little more irritable than usual. he chalked it up to the strange dream he had the other night bleeding into his conscious mind. no harm no foul.

it was rare that wolfram found himself in the kitchens, mostly preferring to cook and dry his meats over a wood fire, or in the comfort of his own space. all was going well until...

"fuck!"

and there goes a stove thrown clean through the doorway, crashing into the soft ground outside. in an instant, the rage has subsided, and his eyes go wide as saucers as he bears witness to the fruits of his destruction.

when did he become so quick to lose his temper?

[godling-jesse]

As the sun set across the lake, Jesse realized he'd never craved the night more, the darkness more. That crisp, cold embrace of the darkness felt sinfully safe as the shadows clung to him, cloaked him. He wasn't necessarily used being innately hidden, unseen, unnoticed, but as he leaned against the tree, he couldn't help but realize people seemed to pass by him without a second glance, hell most of the time there wasn't even a first glance. Granted, his outfit didn't seem to hurt his ability to sink into the shadows. Black tank top over black jeans, he dressed for the vibe, he always did. His dark features only seemed to help him melt into the darkness naturally.

Kicking off of the tree he'd been more or less brooding under, he watched a familiar face pass by him, apparently not even noticing him. It was something he was still trying to get used to. "What, no hello?" he called out to Winter, assuming the guy had just been in his own world at the moment. To be honest, most people were. "You good, Water Boy?"

@deathscn

[godling-jesse]

He wasn't sure if it was the man himself, or just the situation, but as overwhelmed and anxious as Jesse was, given his condition, all it seemed to take was Calvin's little quip to shift his mood. See, this is why he seemed to always find himself on the son of Chronos' doorstep when too much was on his mind. "Flattery, Mr. Fitzhenry, will get you everywhere," he called up to him, and with a click of his heel, he blinked from his spot on the ground, up to the space on the roof right beside his friend. One moment he'd been standing on the ground below, and the next he was perched comfortably on the roof, shoulder to shoulder with Calvin. "Sorry for what?" He let his shoulder press against the other man's affectionately.

The wings were a hard feature to miss, but as he'd told him, they seemed to fit Calvin. "So... are those Remy's?" There weren't many demigods at camp that had wings, at least not that Jesse had been aware of.

It suited Jesse. Maybe not quite glowing with the radiance of the sun, blessed by music and myth, but the roguish smile tossed up toward him still seemed to fit the other. He seemed to be taking it in stride like.... Like there wasn't some intrinsic part of him missing all of a sudden.

Part of him wanted to laugh at himself when the other tossed a compliment up as a greeting but he offered a flap of a wing instead. Pretended things weren't just... Crumbling in his head. Wasn't reopening an old wound every time he tried to reach for whatever connected Corey with his father. So instead, he deflected.

"I mean this is coming from the guy that's just as appealing in the dark as he is the light? Seems almost illegal." It takes a second to register, the shift in his tone, the barely veiled flirtation in the words, and then his face is heating and he's trying to hide it in his hands. Wings shifting. Covering. "Sorry."

[godling-jesse]

It was so easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of camp. Everything happened so fast, everyone wanted to give their two scents, and being sons of actual gods, the hubris on everyone at camp was through the roof. So being new to all of this, moving into an already established environment must have been even more difficult. So needless to say, Jesse was admittedly a little surprised an impressed at the new demigod at the town hall. He wasn't afraid to assert himself, that was for sure. So after the meeting, while everyone dispersed, the son of Apollo had pointedly decided to keep an eye on the other man.

He'd followed the stranger, Isaac if he remembered right, down to the lake where he seemed to be meditating, talking to some invisible presence? Not wanting to interrupt whatever it was the demigod had been doing, he decided to keep his distance. Eyes cast out on the lake, he waited off to the side, watching the ripples glisten in the sunlight.

When he heard his name, his attention quickly shifted from the lake to the man. "Hey," he flashed a smile once he he'd decided he wasn't interrupting any more. "Sorry, didn't mean to lurk, you just looked like you were busy," he gestured to the space, in front of him. "You're Isaac, right?" he took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them with an outstretched hand. "I heard you at the meeting earlier, realized I hadn't really met you yet."

@godling-jesse location: the lake notes: starter as requested

Prayers. Favors. Offerings.

There seemed a myriad of ways for the demigods to reach out to their parents; Isaac still wondered if their parents only cared for them when it was convenient, or if they happened to be suffering at the time. Isaac had spent a lot of time in his childhood hoping his father would suddenly turn up, but he never did.

For now, Isaac walked this path alone but had more people behind him than ever before. Friends- some of them maybe more, but he'd told the archfey that he'd gladly give his life to any of them. Even the strangers, and he'd meant it.

Isaac stood at the lake, listening as he considered what Lars had said about it being something akin to a watery graveyard. Blue eyes closed as his domain expanded, the distant rattle of bones beneath the tides, the weeping wail of the dead who were left behind unfinished.

The Town Hall had gone better than he'd expected, Isaac was still getting a feel for everyone but there were a lot of personalities at camp. One person's ego was enough to contend with and here there were many, but they seemed to come to an agreement, so Isaac had come to the lake to try and get some training in away from the distractions behind him. A lot of his power relied on concentration, something that he was still settling into.

An effigy hewn in an ethereal shape lingered in front of him, but when Isaac opened his mouth to speak, it faded just as quickly. It was like this sometimes, slippery, like trying to hold water in his hands without spilling. It was only after Isaac had dropped his arms that he noticed he had company - so much for perception. "Jesse, right?" Isaac recognized him from camp and from the assembly, though they had't spoken directly yet.

[godling-jesse]

It was safe to say that the energy at camp was... off, to say the least. Jesse had woken up feeling like a completely different person, a shadow seemed to follow him as opposed to that once radiant light that he'd been accustomed to carrying. The absence of Sol, the blaring heat of the sun and the blinding light that he'd once reveled in, how gave him a headache. He hadn't worn sunglasses since he'd gotten to camp, now? How did people even see outside without them?

As he walked, eyes still admittedly peeled for his dragon, he wandered over to the Chronos cabin. There weren't many people Jesse felt drawn to in times of stress but given what they'd gone through together in the past, Calvin was a person he consistently gravitated towards.

If Calvin thought a big gangly bird man on the roof was inconspicuous, he definitely had another thing coming. Glancing up at the blond, Jesse just shook his head. "New look, I see," he called up to him. "Big bird wings actually suit you," the wide grin that once beamed with the sun, now had an almost roguish tint.

Location; Rooftop With; Open

It's wrong.

The rhythm in his chest, the warmth beneath his skin, the looks thrown his way as he spoke to people in passing. It's wrong. No metronome, no steady tick tock of time passing by in his veins. It's different, and it's... It doesn't take long to figure out whose skillset he'd been gifted with. To let logic dictate other's would be experiencing this, like some lingering will in the air. Punished for others decisions seemed to track.

The wings were handy, at least. Feathery things erupting from his shoulders when trying to reach for an escape, and letting him at least shove himself to a roof rather than a cabin. Feet dangling off the edge, and hoping people didn't look up. Didn't look at him.

Did what he could to ignore how it lingered in his chest again. Love lost.

[godling-jesse]

Everything  felt  wrong.

This  hadn't  been  the  first  time  Jesse  had  woken  up  feeling  different,  changed.  Before  that,  it  all  felt  like  he  was  evolving,  growing,  becoming  stronger.  That  morning,  it  was  almost  as  if  he  didn't  feel  like  he  was  in  his  own  skin,  like  his  body  was  foreign.  That  connection  to  the  sun  seemed  to  not  only  be  severed,  but  it  was  as  if  the  sun  itself,  the  light  he  generated,  had  turned  on  him.  It  felt  hotter,  unwelcoming,  blinding.

It  was  the  fact  that  he  had  slept  until  noon  that  had  been  his  first  alert  that  something  was  off.  Ever  since  he'd  answered  the  song,  he'd  always  woken  up  with  the  sun.  Now,  that  awareness,  that  synchronicity  was  gone.

The  most  troubling  part  about  it  all  was  that  when  he  reached  out  for  Sol,  he  heard  nothing.  The  drake  was  gone,  his  connection  to  him  was  gone,  his  ability  to  summon  him,  vanished.

What  replaced  that  infinite  source  of  light  and  power,  was  an  all  encompassing  darkness.  He  chill  in  his  soul  where  the  light  used  to  be.  It  was  unnerving.  Even  tapping  into  it,  delving  into  the  pitch  black  felt  forbidden,  like  it  wasn't  his,  or  was  it?  No,  they  belonged  to  someone  else.

"You  look  ridiculous,"  he  remarked,  standing  over  the  true  son  of  Erebus,  eyes  peering  over  the  rip  of  his  sunglasses  as  he  took  the  other  in.  "Looks  like  you're  having  the  kind  of  day  I'm  having  then,"  it  would  explain  why  the  other  was...  well,  looking  how  Jesse  felt.  "I  think  I  might...  have  something  over  yours,"  as  he  said  as  much,  a  shadow  began  to  engulf  them  and  the  area  around  them,  blotting  out  the  sun  around  them,  before  instantly  dissipating.

Rio had finally found his place and rhythm in the camp. He didn't feel like an outsider anymore he felt useful and his powers no longer felt borrowed. He had finally reached a point where the darkness was comfortable to him.

Then it shifted. He didn't know why or how. The song was still there but the notes no longer rang the low hum he was used to. The tempo is faster, and the beat is uneven. It made his head spin and his heart race. He tried using these new powers and now his feet made him stumble. The small train of thought he once had completely derailed. The world spun in a way that made him feel like he could fall over at any second.

His mind was uncertain about what was real or not. Was he truly seeing what his brain said he was? Colors are brighter but also blending at the edges. The trees and ground looked like they were breathing and shifting if he focused for too long. Voices whispered but never certain if they were real or not. The timber of them both familiar and unknown at the same time. He didn't like this he felt panic blooming in his chest it felt like reality was slipping from him. He fell to his knees by the lake, or the bonfire, or the cafeteria he wasn't really sure of anything right now. Fingers gripping the ground trying to keep his mind from slipping away. "Fuck" the word came out in more of a slurry of sounds. This wasn't a good look on him. He pulled for the shadows to take him away but they didn't respond they weren't his anymore.

He rolled over into his back limbs spread. It felt like the floor disappeared from under him. Mentally he was free falling through a different plane of existence. Physically he was lying in the dirt. "I'm only doing this cause it's comfortable" he spoke to the figure that suddenly appeared not sure If it was godling or a figment of his imagination

[godling-jesse]

While the process didn't exactly work how he'd expected it, being able to unload arrows to take out unsuspecting enemies was a plus, and if they'd managed to actually come together and make it work.

Once he'd finished his run through the training grounds, making use of whatever jolt of adrenaline or hyper speed Axel gifted him with, he found himself jogging back, suddenly very out of breath. "We'll workshop this," he flashed a grin at the son of Hermes. They had time. "But this will definitely come in handy, Ax." He clipped the bow to his back for the time being, deciding to take a break for the moment. "Have you been on very many quests yet?"

Axel rolled his eyes ready to say something along the lines of not with that attitude when his energy starts to really get Jesse going. At that, the son of Hermes just grinned, happy to finally see the other demigod get on board. Time for some actual fun.

Except Jesse was asking maybe a little too much of him.

"Wha-?" Axel croaked out. "Bro, I can only have one out at a time..."

Aaaand he's gone.

So Axel had nothing left to do except try and rise to the occasion. He only managed to get a handful of arrows through the portals but that was better than he was expecting?

[godling-jesse]

It was a very rare man that could get Jesse on his knees so quickly. He was rarely one to allow himself to fall into submission so easily, but Lars made it hard to resist. As thick muscular hips snapped forward, forcing that thick length deeper and harder into his throat, it was all Jesse could do to keep from gasping for air. Eyes began to water as his mouth was filled, cheeks bulging, but he wouldn't stop, not yet. Both hands found purchase on those thick mounds of muscle, squeezing them to urge those hips harder as the pace quickened. All the while he maintained that eye contact for as long as he could. It was impossible not to get lost in that once icy gaze, that seemed to not only warm up, but begin to smolder with heat. It only spurred Jesse on.

He moaned into each thrust, feeling his face getting smashed against that eager, powerful pelvis as it rutted into him, fucking his face with absolutely no reprieve.

After a while, he finally pulled his lips away, Lars' member now dripping with spit and what he could only assume was precum. "Fuck. You better not cum yet," he gasped, finally breaking that eye contact to marvel at the length he'd just taken in. He palmed it and continued to stroke, leaning in to kiss at heavy hanging balls, kissing at them, sucking each one in his mouth. He could honestly have done this all night, worshipping the son of Boreas' cock, tasting it, devouring it in whatever way he was allowed. Lips moved from the the balls back up to that patch of fur above the shaft. He nuzzled into it, taking in the scent, Lars' scent. Even now, through soap and steam, it was intoxicating. His mouth soon found the shaft once more, tongue sliding along the underside, then up to the tip again. "How does that feel?" his voice was hoarse from the assault on his throat, tone low.

As he took the length back into his mouth, he began to bob his head along the shaft slower, taking his time to taste, to savor every inch of Lars. One hand cupped Lars from underneath, massaging. A finger moved further to press against his taint, all while his mouth, his tongue worked the son of Boreas even more, once again picking up pace in a hungry, sloppy, unadulterated need to take him in again.

He smirked at the gentle shove from the other, not enough to make him stagger but he did take a step back. The steam grew thicker, now a veil over their naked bodies, and the heat became palpable in the air. Through the growing haze, Lars kept his eyes on the other, studious in his attention on Jesse’s face, the tip of his head, the dark of his lashes … and then the red of his lips, falling ajar as he leaned to kiss and suckle the leaking head. Lars fought off the urge to close his eyes and surrender to the pleasure. He couldn’t pass on this heavenly sight.  

And god, what a picture of sin Jesse was, supplicant on his knees for a worship Lars felt undeserving of but took up regardless. However, the worship was mutual, especially as he raked a hand through those damp, inky strands of hair in a caress and then began to grip the back of his head gently. His hips began moving, rolling, bucking up towards that, “fuck,” that heat, that warmth, that channel of blessed fire. Jesse took him in from tip to root, eliciting a moan from the northman that drew out until he looked down to see the other’s nose buried in a dark patch of fur.

Lars seized the moment, snapping his hips and watching Jesse’s cheeks bulge as he pushed more of himself down that throat. Fuck. He wanted that again. As Jesse took him in once more, Lars cupped Jesse’s head and began guiding the rhythm. Slow at first, then slowly picking up pace, faster and faster, and then he was fucking the sleeve of warmth. Leaning his shoulder back onto a wall, Lars’ hips began rocking his hips upwards in a heavy, passionate thrusts as a string of guttural curses left him.

"Yeah, baby," a heated groan amid the symphony, "you're doing so good."