Jackson Smith

Son of Asclepius. Team Healer. A little bit of a slut.

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

“‘wouldn’t wilt away. You keep me nourished.” The god of sunlight shook his head as he countered the claim. There was still truth to it, however. Where they stood now was a perfect little piece of paradise. Jackson seemed sensitive, determined, to keep Corinth in his element. Cor had to wonder if Jack enjoyed the nature and sunlight, water, as much as he did, or if the master healer merely found fulfillment in his lover’s satsifaction. Regardless of which were true, satisfaction reigned abundant for Corey as well. Wherever Jackson was happiest, that’s exactly where Corinth longed to be too. He wanted to share every hour of this experience. This life that they were born to inheret. The life they deserved. “I’ll take care of you too.”

When Jackson bowed forward to rest his open mouth against Corey’s body, the child of Apollo felt his eyelids fall shut. One hand caressing his husband’s dark curls, while the other touched his flacid prick, the sensation of this god worhshiping his body far encompassed these former sensations. Jackson often got too caught up in ravaging him for all he was worth to pay mind to the details. Parts that Corey kept strong for himself, as well as Jackson’s pleasure. Sides that were admired from afar, like a work of art, turned to possession the moment they touched. Not that Corinth was complaining, no… Jack’s enthusiasm only made this feeling of those lips against Corey’s skin far more special. The heat of his silky breath as he whispered that special pet name the flint rock striking to ignite.

He felt kissed all over. From the sun blanketing the pair, these butterflies in his stomach that had yet to fade, and his lovers attention. Cor sighed as he imagined how Jack might thrust him against the grassy meadow. The colorful flower buds swaying against the gentle breeze overhead and honeybees fluttering near, but never daring to harm gods. Cor at peace. Body and soul. He realized the grip around his own cock had become more resolute in that time, and he groaned gently while both ass cheeks clenched due to the spurring arousal. “’sounds like a god damned dream, baby…” And they truly were living this dream. “Yours… –ng…”

The palm was still too dry, and what Cor’s cock needed was mere inches away. Without a word, the redhead smacked his half erect member across his husband’s smooth cheek, and with a quick pull of those dark bangs slid the head and shaft past the corner of Jack’s lips. Into that hot mouth his skin had gotten a mere test of. Gasping slightly with the thrill and intensity of such heat enveloping his member, Corinth weakly murmured a moan and allowed himself to start lazily fucking Jackson’s pretty mouth. “I want it all… from you. ‘every-fucking-thing to see.” Quiet, but excited gasps followed while his ass clenched again. “How perfect you are. How beautiful you make me. Se–set me free.”

“You’re an incurable romantic.” Jackson countered, a smile dancing along his lips that showed he wasn’t even a little bit mad about the others answer. The truth was, he’d already been without Corey once and it had been a life that had lacked...well, light. Jackson might have never enjoyed Godhood if Corey wasn’t by his side. He would make himself mortal again to be with the redhead, he would move heaven and earth for him. So to spend time in the sunshine and flowers was a small thing for him to do. And while it was pretty and breath taking, none of it compared to Corey for him. They could be in the deepest pit of Hades and Jackson would still be as happy, as supportive, as horny, as loving of Corey as he was in the field of flowers.  “Then I’ll keep you nourished. I’ll keep you flowering, and perfect..” Jackson teased, almost purring as he smiled up at the other. “I’ll give you everything you need, wherever we are...” They would take care of each other forever, the new gods, destined to rule. 

Jackson’s head tilted back against the others hand as he continued to place those kisses against Corey’s skin, trailing it over the others hipbone and down, along his stomach with a little smile pressed against redhead. Each one filled with love, care and lust for the other, swirling though every inch of Jackson’s body as he spied the other starting to stroke himself, his head turning to watch with darken eyes. He knew he oftener got caught up in his passion, of bruises and harshness, of wanting to break Corey or see his tears or his body weak from pleasure but it was moments like this that were just as perfect as all those sexual bold escapades they’d done.  He could worship Corey in those softer moments, show him that he adored every inch of him, that he was something pierce and beautiful, that he wanted him to the point of aching even as his mouth watered at the sight of that cock getting harder and harder by the passing moment. “You’re a good damn dream..” 

Jackson teased back before that half hard cock of Corey’s smacked against his cheek as he looked up at the redhead, those dark eyes of his meeting the redheads as he felt that cock find the seam of his lips and pushed it between them.  There’s a loud groan from Jackson, the sound dancing down the length of the other as he felt the other start to fuck his mouth and the darker haired boy moved, bobbing his head to meat those lazy thrusts as he kept his gaze sunward, so the other could see the hunger and desire in his eyes. He wanted to reply, he wanted to tell the other he was going to have him in every way that mattered, that Jackson would take him in the field of flowers, that he’d scream to the heavens for his lover as he came but instead he was just going to curl a hand around the others hip, brushing over one of the marks he’d kissed but made no attempt to stop the fucking of his mouth. Corey could have him like this for a while, because god damn if it wasn’t hot. 

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

The threat caused Corinth to wear a devilish smile, an excited one, the scar between his brows scrunched up as he nudged their foreheads together after. “How is it that everything you do leaves me gasping?” He teased, chest ignited by the thrill of their relationship. How few borders restrained them. Especially while they were on their own. Able to risk it.

“What’s the point of going dancing if I’m not close to you?” The question was rhetorical, and after asking, Corey focused his dark eyes a bit more on Jackson’s face. Allowed his right index finger to trace one of his partner’s dimples. “‘showing everyone I belong to you?” The latter stirred a chuckle out of the young immortal. Humor only stifled once Jackson took palms full of the red heads rear.

With a bite of his lip, Cor considered his options, “I could always just go on my own.” Not that he’d get very far if Jackson wanted to stop him. He’d learned a lot from his senior immortals, but was still no match for them in combat. Especially Jack. “Leave you behind like a sad puppy.” To say this made his own heart drop slightly. He could never leave Jackson on his own. Not unless forced during battle. The painful taunting was eased over with a calm, but wet kiss against Jackson’s lips. It was nothing mind blowing or dastardly kinky, but the red head held to the moment before confessing, “You know I’m just kidding, right? I don’t wanna go anywhere without you.”

It’s hard not to chuckle at that tease, more aware than ever just how truthful Corey’s words when it came to them and it wasn’t a one-sided affair, lord knows that Corey never failed to leave him gasping with every little thing he did either. “Hm, perhaps I’m just lucky like that?” Jackson answered, even if he wanted to wax poetic about how they belonged together, about how Jackson had waited for so long to find a person like Corey.  It was nothing that the other hadn’t heard before, of course, it’s not like Jackson held back such thoughts often. 

“Hm..I suppose you do love the music? Getting lost in it?-..” Any other reasons he might have said Corey had were lost on his tongue when the other talked about showing everyone who he belonged too. His head tilting against the others finger with a darken edge to his eyes. “I suppose I do love when you show the world who you belong too...you grinding against me, that beautiful body of yours so needy...” Jackson mused, warming up to the idea of stealing away to this club with each passing moment. 

Jackson did arch his eyebrow, the grumpy old man, at the notion of being left behind. There was a reason he insisted that Corey come on all of his missions. He didn’t want to lose the boy, he didn’t want to come home from some other side of the world to learn that he’d lost the other suddenly, like the sand of the others immortality had run out and Jackson hadn’t been around. “A sad puppy huh?” Jackson repeated, unable to stop himself as he peered over the redhead before Corey seemed to melt at his own words without much pressing and then the other was pressing that wet kiss against his lips. Jackson responded without a single second thought, nipping at that bottom lip before a soft smile appeared over his lips. “I know you’re kidding, baby boy. You won’t have too..” He promised as he gave the others ass a squeeze as he tilted his head back with a hum. “You gonna be shirtless on the dance floor? Because how can I resist that?” They could take one night off from being immortals, the others would understand. 

[healingdemigod]

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

“Well… more like I read it’s pattern.” Corey laughed to himself. In that sense, perhaps this knowledge wasn’t outlandish at all as a skilled mortal might have drawn a similar conclusion. In time. “You know me too well.” He teased once more, before squinting both eyes as he considered what the Underworld might be like. Especially since this new, glorious, rule. “I’m sure it’s pretty metal down there. If I can’t have my light or flowers, there’s always music to enjoy.” The souls of the undead might even appreciate the sentiment.

Even after all this time spent together, Corinth felt more than wanted. Appreciated, seen, and of course loved. The latter captured all the rest in one word, of course, but love meant something so much more intense and real within their hearts. A love that, despite so much pain, carried Corinth back to Jackson. A love that seered his flesh and mind, jumpstarted his heart, soul, whenever Jackson laid eyes on him. It wasn’t just theirs to hold. Corey felt they’d been waiting all their mortal life to share, without the fear of receiving shame or abandonment as consequence for this love. True love.

So, Corey knew what Jackson’s intensity and wonderment really meant. How it all couldn’t stay submerged or hidden. How it overwelmed him to the point of ecstacy that went hand and hand with his longing. Corinth didn’t turn away out of embarrassment. He looked to Jackson in return and witnessed the raw response of those nine inches. As if the cock itself was giving him a nod of approval. It would have been laughable, if not for that well of precum pooling then weeping from the blushing tip. Cor’s knowing grin faded in effect. He hadn’t felt this parched in some time.

The confession to follow, low and special, still reached Corey’s ears without fail given the lack of interruption in this paradise. If Corinth ever had a gospel… Jackson was it. He held to each word and committed them to memory. “Jack…” Timeless, his heart felt full, but his own body responding to the vision of Jackson and the reminder threatened to overpower all of that. Corey reached out for Jack and touched his soft, dark hair, then his face, while his other hand reached down to grasp and tease his own cock. It was dry, and only a start, he just… couldn’t help himself.

‘Right, because talking to the sun would be insane.”  Jack joked but it wasn’t at all that serious, when it came to each others godly gifts. Sometimes understanding how they worked was a little...fuzzy.  Even Jackson had some trouble trying to explain how his brain could just access the right medical knowledge at the right time.  Beyond ‘just knowing” anyway, which wasn’t a great way to explain it.  A smile cuts along Jackson’s face at those next words and a little shake of his head. It was so like Corey to find the golden lining to every situation- including, apparently- literal hell.   “I’m not sure I have the will power to deprive you of lights and flowers.  You’d wilt away without them.  Even if the souls in the river of the dammed would adore your pretty voice.”  Jackson quipped with a little that teasing little twinkle in his eye.  Compliments for Corey came so easily. 

Corey was someone who deserved to be worshipped and frankly, he was thankful as hell that they’d gotten to a place where they could be free and together, as naked as they day they were born and all the free time in the universe to indulge each other.  Jackson had learned by this point, what that glint in Corey’s eyes meant and there was a singular moment where Corey went from looking at him with affectionate and love to pure thirst, for him, for that connection, for sex.  He’d seen that same hunger in the boys eyes all those years ago when he’d first met the boy.  Already a god. him a mortal. When he’d dropped his pants for the first time  and yet it had been a sexual experience of a supernova between them, something that birthed galaxies with it’s sheer intensity of that need between them. 

His head tilts back at that hand running though his hair, and down along his face, two dark Hazel eyes peering back up at the redhead like he was taking communion before the divine entity. Though his eyes did dip after a moment as he soaked in that other hand as it curled around Corey’s cock. “My sun...”  Jackson replied as his cock twitched between his legs again at the beautiful sight of Corey touching himself. His head tilted forward to place a kiss against Corey’s abs, his soft and loving as he placed a few more against the others skin. “God. I just want to breed you among the flowers...” he teased, his words dancing against the others skin. “And under the sun- show the universe how a god should be treated...”  Jackson always was the master of dirty talk.  As his lips brushed over the others sharp hipbone with yet another kiss. “My beautiful sun...” Not making a single effort to address his own aching cock yet, he wanted to get Corey to the same spot first. 

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

Honestly, Corinth knew one thing was true; with Jackson he found his match with flirting. Similar to a perfect improvisation partner, the pair could go on for hours without it feeling disingenuous or like a competition. Well, perhaps some of the latter, as it was an all out war to make the other feel like the most incredible person on the planet. That’s just what Jack did for him, every damn time. “More like you love it when I boss you around…” Corey loses himself to a small fit of laughter after pointing this out. Thrilled, thriving on the innocent fight they had going.

Jack had him pegged when it came to the suggestion to hit a club for the night. The spaces so dark, crowded, no one could possibly find them in a pool of active bodies. Their heartbeats matching those of the hundred mortals beside them. Once again, a reminder that they were still human like those who existed in Jackson’s time as well as Corey’s, and beyond to now. “Only if you want to go.” It was a front, while Cor slipped both arms to hang off of Jack’s shoulders. He knew there was a side to Jack that hungered for more hours spent restless in the nightlife. Perhaps that was the French part–but the younger immortal would bet money that this hidden side of his companion was more true and real than he advertised.

Even after fifty years together, there was so much to catch up on.

Corinth licked his own lips once they broke apart and Jackson teased blunt teeth across his skin. His heart was pulsing in that familiar way after confessing to the simple fantasy, witnessing the effect it all had on Jackson. Yet, Cor did his best to contain himself and keep his body in check. Relish the game as long as possible. When Jack responded, however, it was harder than ever to keep the blood from running south. How the pain, force, and ecstasy flawlessly melded into one when they had their way. The picture he had in mind married to Jackson’s beautifully. Once more, with such things Corinth didn’t just picture, imagine, see, he could feel it all. The impact. He wondered if his lover had an idea of just how Cor would gasp while being stripped and shoved against a corner.

Those wide hands reached out to grip at Corey just where he’d hoped. The redhead returned and stood in place before Jack, tethered to him now, beckoned physically and audibly. What a perfect reaction. He secretly soaked up the attention. “Shouldn’t you be the one talking me out of it?” Cor finally asked while Jack leaned back. He smiled before adding, “I mean… I’m totally prepared to convince you otherwise, but…”

“Maybe I do, but if you tell the others, I reserve the right to break a belt over your ass, Red.” Though his words weren’t at all serious as he gave bite of his lip to hold back that bright smile at the others free and beautiful laughter.  It was always stunning to him, with all the danger in their lives and how much they felt the need to hide, and move, never putting roots down in any one place that Corey still was able to find such happiness in a way that lit up the room like nothing else.  It was part of the reason he adored him so much.  The flirting, the teasing, the heat between them when it turned sexual. It was a feeling that only proved to Jackson that he’d died and lived again, if only for that fated meeting between him and the redhead. 

 “Depends, are your gonna be shirtless and grinding against me on the dance floor?”  Jackson might be the older, more bitter one between them at times but he still loved to get lost in big crowds like at a club and with the redhead? Even better. “ Because if that’s the case... you don’t have to convince me anymore than you already have.”  He pointed out to the shorter immortal with a little flick of his eyebrow.  They had been together long enough that Jackson knew, fairly well, how to read Corey’s little reactions- his eyes dipped to watch the others tongue run along his lower lip and he had to bite his cheek from smirking so much.  He could feel that pulse quicken under his lips and it wasn’t hard to guess what was going in the others head. He knew his lover didn’t mind a bit of roughness and between the two of them...well, Jackson certainly didn’t mind manhandling the boy exactly how he wanted him. He could already imagine Corey’s rough, pained gasps as Jackson slammed into him behind some abandoned alleyway. 

His hands curled around that perfect ass as he kept the other close, wanting and needing that contact if only for the dirty images currently flowing in his mind.  “I suppose as the senior one on this little mission of ours, I should be convincing you it’s a bad idea..” He pointed out as he gave another squeeze of the boys ass as he glanced up those eyes. “Though-..I am curious what tactics you’d convince me to go along with you...” How dirty and underhanded would Corey get?  

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

Corey’s lips mellowly traced Jackson’s throat and jawline, peppering the trail with gentle kisses as he went. So much had changed in this time, yet like an anchor Jackson’s scent and warmth remained the same. The sweet cadance of each whisper, tease, and promise like a symphony to the lord of song. Then, Jack was reaching back for him to smooth a palm across his knuckles and forearm. Corey had to fight off the impulse to hug the god tighter in effect. “The Sun, actually.” He grinned, wondering how ridiculous that must sound to Jack. “I thought something was odd about it. … In this place.”

Pressed close, but still out of reach, Cor shut both eyes and listened to Jackson’s every labored breath. Light as a whisper, then blunt and sharp seconds later, and of course the sound of a slicked hand working on that massive cock was far too familiar. All of it, he adored, no matter how kinky or raunchy the moment might seem to someone looking in. The pair weren’t ashamed of themselves, each other, and what better way was there to live? If not wild and free.

“You’re fine, Jack…” Corinth assured, hopeful that his beloved wouldn’t apologize for doing just as he pleased with his own time. “Like I said; we have plenty of time to do everything. … More than once.” He sighed through a smile and stood up straight once more. Too aware of the effect his simple nude form had on Jackson, he gave and found pleasure in making his husband weak. Weak as the first day they’d met. When Cor found the mortal he could be his true self with.

He stepped forward now, his right side facing Jack at first in a natural stance, but Corinth’s eyes pointed straight at the healer. A cocky, yet flattered, smirk worn crooked across his lips. Once he’d had his fill of taking in the vision of Jackson basking erect in the sunlight, he started to freely move both palms strategically around and down his own body. Smoothing the water droplets that still clung to his golden skin. Over his arms, stomach, down his back and finally across both round cheeks of his ass.

“Sun told you?” If Corey had been anyone else, any other being, such a statement might have sounded ridiculous but the other was literally a Sun god.  Though even if it wasn’t the case, Jackson was going to take that literally. “Huh.” There wasn’t any sense of ridicule in Jackson’s voice and instead just casual acceptance of the fact his boyfriend had the ability to talk to a sun. “It’s literally one of the realms of the afterlife, Cory, of course it’s weird.  Wait till we literally see Hades’s place. I think you’re gonna miss all the sun and the flowers..” He pointed out, not that he was any rush to move on from their current place of residence.  How could he with the sun so bright and his Husband feeling so good and comfortable it was practically raiding off him in waves- and the joy of such simple nudity between the two of them. 

“I suppose we do- and I did enjoy watching you walk away..” He teased, making it plenty evident his eyes had been on Corey’s ass as he did. with a soft smile at the gentle, reassurance of his husband.  It was so very, very much like Cory to make sure there wasn’t a worry on his mind about this stuff, even if it was unneeded. It’s not like time really even mattered for them with how they aged or didn’t, nowadays and how the time in the afterlife worked. Jackson’s smirk got wider as he felt those hands move away from him and the other moved around the old sun bleached, stone seat that Jackson had found himself on. 

“Oh gods...” Jackson muttered as he soaked in every inch of that beautiful, finely cut form.  Corey had always managed to take his breath away, to make the entire world fall away just with his presence and gods, that certainly happened now. Jackson leaned back slightly on the seat, his hands dropping down either side of him as his cock gave a very, very visible jump between his legs at the sight of Corey’s wet, naked body.  It was pretty clear that Jackson was holding himself back from touching himself for a moment as followed those hands down Corey’s body as put that rather perfect show on for him. By the time Corey’s hands were running over his ass, a clear drop of precome was twitching out of Jackson’s impressive cock and running down the side of his dick. “I would follow you into sin each and every moment of the day if I could..” Jackson teased as reached a hand out to brush along Corey’s hip. “I know I say this a lot but..fucking hell...you’re captivating..” 

[healingdemigod]

sunraycorey​:

Corinth spent the better part of their day exploring this nirvana. It’s fields were alive with pearl white stags and blushing blossoms. The ruins that towered overhead were anything but bleak as the sun cast dramatic shadows between and vines made their forever home across each crack. Then there were the waters, the clearest blue that Corey had ever seen, and plumetting falls that were at least twenty stories high.

This land of the gods was a far cry from the simple camp they’d been trapped in for the last three years. He could be alone with Jackson. Truly alone. After the Sun God had his hours of fun and exploration, this realization struck him rather hard. He abandoned the cool waters to seek out his husband.

After these many years of barbaric fighting and drama, Corey no longer wore the clean cut appearance of a small town nobody. His hair had grown and his chin was decorated in dark stubble. He was no longer half mortal, either. While the sun hung above his head, Corinth’s tan skin glowed. During battle, emotional times, or love making the Sun God’s dark eyes would be filled with a swirl of golden, and that signature halo shined at it’s brightest.

He also traversed this world entirely nude. As a God, Cor no longer feared danger as he once had as a mortal. Not much could harm him, and nothing could in this realm. No needled weeds stretched across the plains or honeybees threatened to sting. And… they were alone.

Corinth walked across the dusty earth and enjoyed the feeling of each step. Soon, he came across Jackson near the circle of ruins. In a state that Cor knew he ought to be used to catching him in by now. With a smile from afar, Cor admired that flawless, forever incorrigaile, form. Then, in a blink, the red head appeared behind the god of Healing and smoothed both damp hands against both flexing broad shoulders then across Jack’s warm pecs. “I’ve heard that the days here last three times longer than on Earth,” Cor teased, well aware that Jackson was not in any frame of mind to appreciate math at the moment. “and so do the nights…”

 Honestly, watching Corey walk around naked had always been a joy but had taken on a whole never level seeing him walk around the beautiful paradise,  with it’s field of beautiful flowers and shining, almost seemingly endless sun.  While he always loved Corey’s ability to look like a wide eyed, innocent angel. Corey’s long hair long, wild hair and five O’clock shadow- a version of his husband that seemed so different yet just as perfect as any version of the God he’d fallen in love with.  Jackson himself more or looked the same as ever did, even if he was the new current god of healing. His hands still glowed when he accessed his powers but since quite a lot of his power came from his Staff. It wasn’t as..present as Corey’s.  Which simply meant that Jackson still had more than a little fun forcing those bright golden eyes and pretty halo appearing above Corey’s head in the flows of pleasure- determination to  force the boy to that level of pleasure each and every time. 

He’s almost lost in his own memories of his husband by the time those wet hands move along his shoulders and down along his chest.  His hand still moving along his thick, impressive cock without missing a stroke even as his head tilts back towards the redhead. “Oh yeah? The locals tell you that?” He pointed out lightly as his head turned slightly back to admire Corey’s beautiful, naked, tanned form in this unnatural light.  “Though I do love that you think about such things..’ There’s a loud smack as Jackson’s hard cock hits against his abs as he gives a little hum as he presses his hand up, along Corey’s hand on his chest to brush up, those arms and along his husbands shoulders. 

“Come around here, I wanna admire you in the sun and against the backdrop of those flowers...” Jackson teased teased so softly, his eyes finally met the other mans. “though I do love when you’re wet.  Perhaps I should have joined your little swim...” 

[healingdemigod]

Based on: THIS

Jackson had always had the sex drive of say, Zeus even when he was a human.  Before the magical ambrosia and the magical powers he’d been...well starving for it in a lot of ways. For that affection and for that attention.  And that high sex drive hadn’t exactly vanished the moment he’d ascended to Godhood. When he finally got his memories back and fell back into the present of his second half, of the only man who could keep up with him in all the ways that mattered. Sexually, physically, wit, banter, Corey had slipped under his walls that had kept many a boy out from seeing the real him like a thief in the night and had captured his heart so simply, it was he’d simply walked in with a key and taken it. 

It was his intention to stay with the redhead till the sun burned out and the stars faded away, and frankly, it was something he would damn well follow though on.  It had taken some travelling, some adventure and quite a few mythical creatures to finally find their next, epic chapter of their story, or at least, their love making. 

The  Elysian Fields was  the paradise to which heroes on whom the gods conferred immortality were sent. And since they were technically the Gods now, the gatekeepers had found no real reason to deny them entry.  They’d seen a lot of earth, why not see some of the other Greek Realms they now ruled? 

Of course, Jackson was as horny as ever which is how, even now, under the bright, beautiful like that was the Elysium sun,  Jackson was totally naked, his hand running along his thick, hard, nine inch cock as he as he waited for Corey to come back from exploring the beautiful flowers, and old, Greek structures.  Even now, in his minds eye, he could remember that first time Corey’s lips sank around his cock- his lips stuffed and his eyes hungry for him as he peered up at him. 

He swore he fell for that boy in that moment. 

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sunraycorey​:

“I don’t make the rules.” He replied, smile stretching from ear to ear with joy. Badass would be a more appropriate name for his love, but Cor tread with caution around that ego. The old blade lay at rest near their bunks. Sheathed, yet still glimmering with a faint but dazzling light at it’s twisted handle. Every cut it made was Jackson’s signature. Corinth was certain some mortals had been following these marks to find his companion, but Jack had kept them save this long. Always two decades ahead, at least. The warm proximity of their bodies and Jackson’s husky voice offering assurances put the redhead at ease. At least he could express his emotion here, with no distractions for once.

“I’m serious. … It’s a chance to spend all my time and attention on you.” Not that Corey failed to do just that already. His brown eyes turned up, playfully begging, before his grin sharpened at both points while Jack preoccupied himself with breakfast again. “’fix you up. Go to dinner… or clubbing.” A child born in the age of free loving, Corey could hardly imagine how the Italian’s spent evenings beneath bright lights and loud music. Something about being a fish out of water excited the immortal even more. Like ending up in a new world as a complete nobody. Only Jackson’s.

Corinth carried his finished plate too the sink and scrubbed away any residue still clinging to the silver and porcelain. That playful, knowing, hopeful grin still lingered while he played things entirely cool. Until Jack’s fork fell and Cor turned his gaze back to the other. Witnessing this building energy and that well defined, large hand wander and squeeze between his lover’s strong legs. A breath escaped the younger immortals nostrils, but his eyes craned back up to meet Jackson’s devilishly dark pair. An attempt to seem unswayed by the masculine display.

He returned to Jack, hips filling the space between Jack’s lazily parted thighs, and pulled the older immortal against him for deep kiss. Lips parting ways, tongue sinking into that delicious heat made sweeter by their meal. A breath between once Corinth broke apart. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He laughed then, breathy and weak, and the red collecting at his cheeks and ears was clear now. “Your two fingers buried inside me.” Loving Jack required all 6 senses. Cor remembered the physical so clear, like his nerves had been branded by his partner’s very touch. He could always get hard by thought alone because of that. These recollections were so clear. “Deep, rough… ‘til my dick is dripping and I can hardly stand or think straight. ‘til I’m begging you for your cock. To fuck me right there, wherever we are.”

A sudden consideration divided Corey from this fantasy for a moment and he backed away from Jack, “Maybe it’s not such a good idea.”

“See you say that and yet, I feel like you sort of do.” Jackson pointed out with a little arch of his eyebrow over at the boy and a smirk playing along his lips. Though they both knew that ultimately Jackson made a lot of the calls around here, a by-product of him being alive and with the group longer.  He simply had more knowledge in his head about safe houses, battle plans and mission contacts but at least he tried to make the redhead feel included in such things. At least he was fairly sure he’d manged to at least calm his lover fears, at least for the moment. He was sure that he’d be having the same conversation again in a little while after some battle again.  Some things need to be repeated. 

“You always spend your attention and time on you, only this time it’s with some euro’s in your pocket.” he pointed out with a little bite of his food and a twinkle of his eyes as he watched those big, beautiful eyes take on that begging edge. God knows he could never deny Corey anything. Why would this time be any different?  “Clubbing? You want to lose yourself in the music, hm? Move those hips and every guy in the dance floor look at you?” He teased, his tongue running along his lower lip. The others might kill him but it’s not like a darken club would be hard to get lost in if they had trouble, right? “I think we can swing that.” Again, anything for the redhead, right? 

The food was forgotten now, his chair pushed away from the table as he smirked over at the boy as he cleaned those dishes, his hand squeezing himself though his jeans. There was  wider smirk of victory as the younger immortal moved closer to him, filling up the space between his  legs and he didn’t resist for second as the other pulled him into that kiss.  Jackson kissed back, hungry as ever for Corey before his lips parted at the feeling that teasing, flicking tongue and he parted his lips to allow that tongue to plunge inside and taste him.  The dark haired immortal took a deep break when the kiss ended and his eyes met the others with a suck of his own cheek as the continued to talk. Corey knew exactly what threads to pull to put Jackson in the completely right mood. Not that the immortal hadn’t always been an kinky, sexual person- he was french after all but with Corey, it always seemed to be pushed to the extreme and hearing those dirty words flow from Corey’s mouth, well, Dirty talk had always been a weakness for him.   He could feel his cock twitching at every word from the boy. “My, that is quite the fun little plan...” Jack’s voice darkened as he nipped at the others jawline. “We both know that I would rip those pants off you in whatever tiny alleyway we find ourselves and I’d fill you to the brink with this huge cock you can barely handle...” He teased a smirk against the others flesh. 

And then the other started to back away. “Woah, hey..I think ti’s a great idea..” he teased as he gripped the others ass and tugged him closer again. “I bet I could finger fuck you under the table at some very, very nice restaurant..” he teased, leaning back in the seat but he kept his hand on the others ass. “Why the change around?” 

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sunraycorey​:

The temptation was there. For once, the world was quiet, and though Corey was hyper sensitive to knowing Jack’s voice between a crowd the emptiness of their ‘family’ safe house made the reverberations of it much more clear. How were the pair not sick of one another yet? The world outside waged war on such things; them. Loyalty, faith, and love. Some of the other immortals held doubt toward these qualities. It was more than just destiny for Corinth. At times he wondered if Stockholm Syndrome was at play. Were the pair psychologically bias at this point, just game pieces for fate to knock around a board, or were they still beings like before? Lucky. Blessed.

“Nerd.” Corinth taunted, breathing out a small, content hum when Jackson lead their lips to meet. His hand dropped the fork of eggs so he could feel across the bullet holes torn across his partner’s left sleeve. Then, he pulled away to shut both eyes and bite his lip while still inspecting the would-be damage by touch. “They were aiming for your heart.”

No gun in their line of work was fired without intent to kill, of course. The enemy wanted Jackson. They wanted his gift, his right; his life. While Corey nudged his nose against Jackson’s cheek, the threat of this curled in the pit of his stomach. No one would take this life. It was his too.

The hand soon strayed from the rip to loosely drape around Jack’s broad shoulders before Corinth kissed him again. Playing with the dark curls across the nape of his neck, he breathed and smiled, returning to center. “You know I will, baby. ‘change looks good on you.” The joke certainly had layers too it. After one more brush of skin, he also broke away to focus more on the delicious food Jack had served up.

The eggs were perfectly cooked through while the sweetened toast melded so well with that light salt. After a few bites went down, he took long gulps of water to wash it all away. Restored. “Maybe you’ll find a nice spot to finger fuck me while we’re out and about.” He thought aloud while twisting the bottle cap, too nonchalant. To leave the safe house when they had it all to themselves seemed like a small crime, while the world remained a sort of mine field outside, but Cor reminded himself that they had time. They had everything, why not indulge.

“Hey, literally living history isn’t being a nerd.” Jackson countered pretty easily as a bright smile danced over his face as he dropped back into his seat.  The immortal picked up a piece of toast as he chewed on it with a little tiilt of his head as he watched the other reach out and start to brush over those bullet holes in his shirt.  He really should have got rid of it but it’s not like they had a whole wardrobe here right now- so keeping it make sense to him.  Besides it was another thing Jackson liked to do, keep little reminders of where they’d been and done, the shirt was just one of them.  “And they yet still missed.” He pointed out with his toast. “Took four guys down with that after they did.” he pointed out as he waved to his distinct revolution era french sword sitting in the corner before his eyes flicked back to Corey as his head moved closer to brush his nose against his cheek. 

“I’m OK.” He promised lightly  he lowered the toast to the plate. He knew it didn’t really need to be said considering how quickly they healed but, well, they’d lost Henry about a three decades ago on a mission.  Sometimes the immortality just...stopped worked. Jackson knew that would happen to him one day and maybe even sooner than Corey considering he was older but..why dwell on that?” “Might need a new shirt though.” Jackson teased as he turned his head to brush his lips against the others again lovingly before the other finally kissed him again and Jackson sunk into it. A million or more kisses between the years and yet, it never stopped feeling just as magical as the first time.  “You’re a bit biased there.” Jack pointed out with a little quirk of his brow before he went back to scooping up his own eggs. 

Jack was mid bite when those words finally filtered though his brain and his lips were still around the fork when he stared over at Corey with a little flash of desire in his eyes. Leave it to the redhead to be utterly, utterly cruel like this, even after so many years the other immortal was still short circuting his brain in the best way possible. Least of all because public sex when they...well, really weren’t meant to be seen at all was very, very appealing. “You’re fucking cruel.” Jack pointed out playfully as he made a showing of dropping his fork onto it’s plate before he leaned back into the seat and made a show of reaching a hand down to cup himself though his pants. “Would you like that, huh? Me making you whine and trying to keep quiet in the Italian streets?” Jack teased- his voice dropping a few octaves lower as his eyes danced over at the other- more than happy to lewd and unblushingly sexual  when the others were around and now? Well, he was even more unrestrained.  

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sunraycorey​:

“No time like the present.” Corey teased in return, revived by Jackson’s interest to flirt this morning. The days prior had been exhilarating enough, but he supposed they were gluttons for punishment who thrived on the bristling energy only teasing and course language could accomplish. The pair were quite young, based on appearance alone. Cor honestly strived to keep Jack feeling how he looked.

Then. Jackson went ahead and made an ‘old man’ comment that blew the illusion at times. Corinth had nothing against that, more the subject matter–the younger immortal barked a clear laugh. “You say that like it’s a long lost lover.” Or Jack were a crotchedy old veteran mumbling to himself at a family holiday meal. Though it was clear that Jackson failed at ‘letting go’ of days gone by, Corinth wouldn’t change that part of him for the world. Even if some days it was painful to cling to these memories, better days, the melancholy kept Jack human. Kept them connected, in a faint invisible string. Leaving love behind wasn’t a strength for Corey either.

Praise from one far more experienced than himself, even after fifty years of learning, was always heart warming. Encouraging. Cor smiled and was clearly drawn to Jack once his lover finally joined him to eat. “And you took those shots like a champ.” Corinth didn’t like to see Jackson be hurt, even with the knowledge they would heal. Every time. Still, he gave him praise too. “And you know what that means: You need a new jacket.” They wouldn’t get too far in this bustling city with clear bloodied bullet holes in fabric. That wasn’t a look.

Cor held Jack’s hand in return, squeezed just as resolutely, even while the raven haired immortal assured him. “I believe you.” He lightly replied before kissing his cheek. “This time.” It’s another tease, even if the younger trusted Jackson with his own life, Jack’s life was an entirely different matter. He had to return the favor. While Jack seemed to do just that rather effortlessly for him.

 “Careful or I’ll just whip it out and let you choke on it for real.”  Jackson teased with his twinkle in his eyes that proved it was a very, very real threat when it came to the other immortal. Even more so when they were alone like this, without the others hearing from whatever thin walls the safe house they were staying in had.  And honestly, there was a bit of...feeling to fuck post-battle, even this far on from one.  Like they had to remind themselves how alive they were in reality though a mess of kissing and tumble of bodies. 

“Just saying it was a lot simpler before we had to worry about thermal imaging and security cameras.” he mused with the full knowledge of how he must have sounded right in this moment. All those decades just pressing down on him as he’d seen technology change and people chase the same thing over and over for the same pointless reasons for war.  It was interesting, how the attitudes between the younger immortal and the older were still so..vast, even with the other having been immortal for more than fifty years at this point. 

“I still saw you a little worried though.”  It had just been a look or two when the hits connected but he’d seem them, that flash of pain and fear whenever Jackson took a hit or three on whatever missions they were on. “But I’ve always been a little distracting to you.” he teased with a playful little wink as he scooped up another plateful of eggs.  “This means you’re gonna take me shopping right?” He pointed out with a little quirk of his eyebrow and a bright smile over at the other. “ Pick out the perfect one for me?” He was willing to leave that fashion choice in the others capable hands. He knew the other loved to be...well, in lack of a better word, domestic considering how they lived their rest of their life. 

There’s an easy smile as the other kisses him against the cheek and his head turned to lean over the tiny desk to catch the others lips in a deep, but brief kiss.  “This time and every time. You know that.” he teased with a wink as he broke away, the taste of Corey still on his lips in the most perfect way. 

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sunraycorey​:

Corinth considered what could be said to defend himself, but there was no need as the memories made him flush and laugh. At least they could be boldly open about their relationship here, while filling a safe house all on their own. “I know you’re the go-to guy for interrogations. ‘should have a proper punishment in mind with that creative head of yours.” Fifty-years could make any swinger a bit more possessive, especially with destiny playing a role. 

Hounded by constant near death experience, judgement calls that relied on trust, but more importantly than all of the drama that surrounded them were these moments. Of calm, more or less, and a strange sense of reflection. Not on the self, but the other. The pleasure creatures like them took in having company. In sharing… so much. Not being alone. These instances were more plentiful than the older immortals might give credit for. Corinth knew so, because of that tell tale look in Jackson’s eyes. A happiness, even heartbreak, Cor once felt when watching home made videos of himself as a small child. That same energy was read in Jack’s gaze. As if every moment was a replay of each memory before now as well as the present.

Just a moment to breathe. Reflect. On something besides loss.

This is why destiny brought Corinth to Jackson. He hoped some similar light led Jack to him. “We got pretty lucky. I hear merc’s are difficult to get the jump on.” The scent of fresh breakfast made at the hands of his beloved started to entice his warrior senses. “They were up to their eyeballs with weapons too.” That was the largest arsenol he’d witnessed so far. He smiles, trying to not give way a blush. “Thanks, babe.”

He finally looks to Jackson again before taking a seat to enjoy breakfast. The eggs are cooked just how he likes, and Cor envies Jack for figuring this out early on. Either he was an amazing chef or just really earnest to take good care of him. Perhaps both… “I hope seeing me like that helps you catch up on your own rest, Jack.” They were fast healing and all of that, but sleep still had a hand in their quality of life.

“Proper punishment? Feeling possessive of this dick,  Corinth?”  Jackson teased with a wink at that full name for the redhead. Not that he really minded, as the years went on, all the immortals sort of swapped beds on occasion. It happened when you were literally the only group of people who knew what each other had gone though.  Still, even though the threesomes and partner swapping and sexual experiences, even Jackson felt more possessive of Corey than anyone else.  He at least preferred to be in the action with the boy, if it was happening at all. “You should show me how possessive sometime.” He added with a little wiggle of his eyebrows as he dropped the toast into frying pan as well, to make some old french toast the way he’d made so many, many years ago. 

“They’re getting harder to jump on, anyway. New tactics, it honestly makes me miss the second world war.” he remarked with a little shake of his head. The evolving technology made everything harder- keeping themselves secret and moving around undetected and god knows it made the missions are little more dangerous. They took what they thought was right but..well, it wasn’t always easy to make such choices when you were in the middle of it. Hidesight was always 2020 after all.  Learning you could only do so much good in the world was something they all had to deal with eventually.  “I think I even spied some new ones among the carnage. They’ll be fun in a few years.” He remarked as he popped up the toast onto the plate before he moved it over to place it in front of the man of his dreams. “You’re welcome. Seriously, even the others would be proud of you.” He promised, more than aware that he’d taken a rather...well, senior role to Corey’s training and that even now he still fell into that sort of talk after so many years.  

“Eh. I got enough sleep.” Well, properly- some days were just easier than others. Though every day with Corey in his arms was a better night than the missions without the redhead by his side.  He placed his own plate onto the table before he dropped into the seat next to Corey, a hand reaching over to slip into the other boys and gave it a little squeeze. “I promise- all right? It’s been a week. We’re secure. I’m getting enough sleep. ” He said again, as if to assure the other as he picked up his fork with one hand and dug it into the eggs.  He’d also, rather telling, made his eggs the way Corey liked them.  

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sunraycorey​:

While Jack strayed from his side to make himself at home within the safe house walls, Corey gave himself a chance to stretch against the humble cot. He wouldn’t blame the wear and tear on old age. Hiding at a moments notice then running, fighting with a willingness to kill at times simply had that effect on his body still. It had been just over a week since they’d been ‘safe’, yet the pair had gone for much longer. And could Cor ever truly feel safe? When he could see Jackson fit away the gun he was just handling while the younger slept?

Fear was no ally to Corey, but loss could play a role as he projected the path ahead. His understanding of loss couldn’t compete with Jackson’s, however. A conclusion Cor had slowly drawn after many years of talks within their rag tag team of immortals. Picking up pieces. Secretly investigating, to understand.

Jack seemed to sound joyful this morning, or at least played the part for Corey’s sake. “I know you don’t mean that as an invitation, but I remind you that sucking your dick is not a punishment either.” Well…. once one got the hang of it. Corey put on his baseball cap, one that he was pressured to keep on always considering how damn loud his hair color was. That, and between himself and Jackson they couldn’t bring themselves to simply die the mop another shade. He finally grinned, one arm folded across the kitchen island while the other hand propped his chin in place. Deserve? “You really thought I did that well this week?” He was flattered… After all, Jackson was the classic soldier among them.

“How am I sweet?” He pressed, totally soaking up the hour of praise from his companion. “Is it because I’m so quiet, for a change?” Cor whispered the last part for effect.

“And yet you still choke on it from time to time?” There came a cocky little remark about..well, his cock from the immortal as his eyes twinkled over his shoulder at the other immortal even as he focused on the eggs for their breakfast.  “Though you are welcome to practise more to try and overcome such thing a thing.” he added with his usual cheeky flirting even as he tried to keep himself from being that very serious solider he could sometimes come off as after so many years, so many battles. So much death.  “But I’ll admit, Leland would jump at the chance. So maybe I should think of a better insult.” he remarked after a moment as he turned back to the eggs he was making. 

There’s a faint smile on Jackson’s face at the baseball cap, he’d grown somewhat of an affectionate love for that baseball cap because he’d gotten into actual arguments with some of the other immortals about Corey dyeing his hair. There was something about that bright, firey hair that Jackson couldn’t bring himself to ruin in anyway.  “Come on, it was literally just you and me taking out an entire house of corrupt mercenaries. You did fantastic. “ And hey, Jackson had only taken a few shots to the shoulders. They’d cleared out the entire place and saved the target. How could he not approve of that? 

Jackson was just going to serve up the eggs onto some very old looking plates as he shook his head at those words.  Even after all those years, Corey made him feel young in moments like that.  “You know my prefer way of shutting you up isn’t you sleeping.  You’re always sweet, Red. You know that.” he pointed out as he turned around to lean against the counter. “You’re just..I don’t know...seem content when you sleep.” 

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sunraycorey​:

Whenever Corinth dreamed, it was always about those he’d left behind. His only relative and many friends. Some meant to be lifelong. The choices that brought him to death’s door more than fifty years ago were a price he was willing to pay. It was the abandonment of the life he loved and those few in it that made the transition so much more difficult. Devastating.

If it weren’t for meeting Jackson, a face that should have remained only fantasy, Cor might have risked their entire kind that fateful autumn day of 1968. He often joked that no one could possibly turn away from a face like Jack’s, in an attempt to earn some human reaction from the older immortal. But deep down, some part of Corinth knew what was happening, what was to come, after all was said and done, Jackson would be the only guarantee. The remaining person standing at his side through the years.

His heart had a knack for being right, in spite of all the trouble it never failed to cause Corey and, at times, those around him. Well, half right. Jackson was his companion, by destiny, but something far more special. Personally. The red-head rolled over to bask in the morning light as the jacket he wore for a makeshift blanket fell from his brow. Despite the subtle discomfort, he checked his wrist watch, “The others would lose it if they found out you let me sleep in.”

So Cor wasn’t offered such graces every day, but he counted his blessings. After a rather dramatic yawn, he adds, “Oh, sure. Are you familiar with this area?” It wouldn’t be the first time his ‘elder’ surprised him on their journey.

He’d known from the moment he’d seen Corey in his dreams that the boy was going to be special, even that that foggy, hard to place vision had been enough to spur him on.  He’d so quickly volunteered to do the pick up for the redhead. To be the one to inform him of how life was going to go from now on, to induct him into their little group of immortal warriors.  From the very first moment, he’d wanted to be the one to protect him and love him. And here was, all those years later after stealing him away from that collage campus before anyone could notice the fact he wasn’t among the bodies. 

There’s a little tilt of his head of his head as the watches that jacket slide off the other immortal with a little fond look in his eyes. Even know he simply wanted to fall into the others embrace and let the world fade away from them as they got lost in each other. 

There’s an easy chuckle at Corey’s words however.  “I mean, you’re not wrong there but Leland can literally suck my dick if he thinks I give a crap. You deserve a little shut eye.” Jackson shrugged as he pushed off the floor and to go find out anyone had stocked his safe house the last time they’d been here.  “Plus, you’re so sweet when you’re sleeping.” Jackson added as he teased over his shoulder as he found the makeshift hotplate one of the others had placed here.  His head turned back towards the redhead at that little question.  “I think I was here in the nineteen hundreds? And the fifties. “ He remarked lightly as he cracked some eggs into a frying pan and with a little hum. “It was different though. “ There’s a little shift of Jackson’s body, as he could feel the weight of the years on his body. 

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The old Guard AU

Jack still had dreams about that first time it happened, maybe they all did? Maybe it some unspoken thing none of them ever talked about. Sure, they might have exchanged stories about the how and why but those messy intimate details of the whole affair of ones death?  They seemed...so private somehow. It was the noise that seemed to linger the most, the sound of the anger as it overflowed around him that faded as the night went on as each man has had the realisation how likely what the outcome would once morning broke.  Once had felt like revolution that couldn’t be stopped flicked into nothing into nothing in a single night.  They built barricades in the narrow streets around rue Saint-Martin and rue Saint-Denis in attempt to make it count,  tables stacked upon chairs, built with hope and a pray that they would somehow inspired  the people around them? You might as well been hoping that the gods themselves would appear on the french streets. 

It had been worse to been one of the last standing when the barricade finally fell, the sounds of french forces smashing though the wood, surging the narrow streets, blood shining on bayonets as they cut down the men around them. The sounds of men taking their last gasps even as Jackson felt the sweat drip down his brow as he fought forward to defend one tiny little street in Paris.  He’d never gotten a look at the man who’d taken the shot- at who shot the tiny little musket ball that had cut though his bones and body, that had shocked him to his core to leave him bleeding out onto the cobble stones even as the sounds overflowed him like a sympathy of carnage. The feeling of his breath leaving his lings as his nails scrapped against the stone. 

The first death always takes longer, it’s always slow. By the time his body had pushed out that tiny metal ball from his body, it was over.  93 killed and 291 wounded on his side and even more dead on the other. 

It had even had a cute name those days. The June rebellion.  A small unstated name for such a life changing event in Jackson’s opinion. 

Jackson’s back shifted against ancient wall of the safe house, some abandon Italian temple, it was somewhere out of the way, off the beaten track and frankly, hard to find as he peered over at Corey’s sleeping form with a little suck on his cheek as he had to stop himself from smiling at the sight.  Sleep while you can- it was always a decent rule when it came to their life. Always moving, always taking jobs when they could.  They’d lost so many immortals along the way but at least they’d had each other and that was something Jackson never took for granted even with that “possible death day” hanging over them like the sword of damocles. Jackson sighed as he ran his hand though his hair as he tried to shake away those dreams of his death and of those they’d lost.  Gently playing the small gun he’d been holding against the bed- something that just gave him comfort from time to time. 

“You want some breakfast?” His voice floated over at the other immortal, his french accent lost long ago over the decades. 

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sayitbest‌

The rest, what they were, what they’d come from, it all somehow miraculously came to a close once those impossible words were muttered. Impossible… yet not at the same time. Corey didn’t have to walk on eggshells around Jackson, who knew the truth… but there always remained that hint of doubt. Just that, Cor didn’t want to force any part of this life. This destiny. His own life and love. On Jack. That’s what had kept him silent, satisfied, but haunted by a secret longing that before now seemed trivial when compared to what they had regardless.

Did Jackson know this? Had he seen through him?

… The only truth that ever mattered in this life… was that Corinth loved Jackson. Certainly had proven that much–but besides that… the man, his love, made him sing. Even while the sun faded. And Corey knew, Jackson loved him. A proposal didn’t prove this, it was more than that. For Jack to want to write the next chapter of his life with him? … Corey’s heart was racing and he lit up–literally, skin glowing on account of his body developing a special sort of fever. Fuck, did he look ridiculous? He was practically unaware of what had taken physical effect, because of this feeling. And that’s what Jackson had done too him since day one. Feel, intense and free, without compromise.

When Jack said all of that, Corey impulsively wanted to apologize and… maybe cry–why wait? Why had he waited this long, really? Why couldn’t he be brave like Jack right now? … In his heart he’d known that to wait was right. This… this future, it should be Jackson’s choice, completely. And… he was Jackson’s choice. “Babe… oh my god.” Centuries together. He bit his lip and swallowed back tears that threatened him. To become Corinth, lord of the sun, meant nothing if Jackson’s glory hadn’t been restored. If he couldn’t stay with him. “P-please…”

He wept, unaware that he was trembling and as a consequence radiating warm light all the more. Corinth fell on his knees before Jackson and came too him, “Please… yes…” His fingers clung across Jackson’s shoulders for dear life. “There’s not a day before me that I can fathom picturing without you there. E-every day, Jack. … And it’s ours. Stay with me.”

Jackson’s eyebrows raised as Corey entire body glowed like a beacon in the night. It’s not the first time he’d see this- god knows getting Corey to the point of glowing during sex was rather a goal for Jackson pretty much every time-  but honestly seeing out in the wild it was...different, intense and all round frankly a interesting sign of what his words had done to the other demi-god.  It’s hard to not see it as another aspect of just how beautiful Corey was,  of that bright red hair and distracting smile, of that warm light inside Corey escaping to entrance the world with that utterly love Corey seemed to have for so many people.

“Cor...” Those tears seemed just as bright on Corey’s cheeks as he started to cry and for a moment Jackson almost got up and wanted to calm the other but before he could the other dropped down to his level and those hands slid around his body.  A bright smile appeared on Jackson’s face at that simple “yes”.  God he couldn’t imagine the boy sitting all along in that foster home looking at him now- knowing that all that bullshit and crap he’d have to put up with though the years would lead him to this point. To this man. To being the person that Corey wanted.

“Hey,  hey, I’m never gonna leave you again, all right? You’re gonna be my husband.” he teased, pressing his lips against the crying cheeks as his own hands wrapped around the glowing man as he pressed the other against his body and kissed down the others jawline to the others lips .

“You have me. You’ll have me forever, all right? With a ring on your finger to prove it.” Hell, Jackson wished he had one right now. There was properly one of the guys who could make one right? The son of Hephaestus could properly make them some shiny, nice wedding bands if they asked.

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sunraycorey‌:

He swayed there, nestled safe against Jack. Complete in this effortless embrace. Toward his lover’s thoughts about his true guardian Corey simply shook his head, “Just who you are would have been enough.” He reminded Jackson, dark eyes tracing the face he surely had memorized a thousand times over… yet read again and again. “You’re so good…” Perfect. The man had always been worthy in Corey’s eyes. The palm of his hand soaked up the slight heat radiating off of Jack’s skin. That same energy piercing both ears toward those words that left him smiling all over again. Aching from cheek to cheek at this point. He couldn’t resist meeting the raven haired mortal halfway, to properly kiss him the way he had longed to throughout the heart felt meal.

It was worth the wait. “Likewise.” This trip truly put that all to the test–not that Corey could ever doubt, but… it was true. Whether they were traveling the world beach side, leading an apartment life in the city, or crossing trails in the wild… each second spent with Jackson was something Cor cherished. Relished. He’d always known; together, he could find peace and pleasure abundant, but apart he also discovered his own power. Corinth… had remained strong for Jack. For this. A second more, in this simple paradise. “I’ve had… a fucking blast, babe.” He chuckled, reaching his arms up to brace more against Jack.

Then, the talk of that next step was subtly mentioned, and Cor couldn’t deny a longing leap his heart gave. It wasn’t a must… but desire, yes, and he knew that such a bond would make a difference for the pair of them. Boys who’d been wandering for so long. His eyelids fluttered faintly before he looked up toward Jack again, “If you put it off much longer… I might just beat you too it, baby.” He lightly teased, almost struggling to get the words out–but would blame the cold. “… Thank you, Jack.” The sentiment was evident as Jackson’s care for his life. Where he’d come from and longed to go. Together. “Let’s get inside. It’ll be warm…” He smiled. “our first home.”

There’s still that internal little rejection of Corey calling him perfect but it’s long past the days where he’d would outright pull away from such a comment. He knew he was perfect for Corey and that was enough to calm his mind.  “Eh, I’m all right.” Humor danced though Jackson’s voice as he bumped his nose against the others playfully.  Jackson just sinks into that kiss with the shorter boy, adoring the feeling of those lips against his as he kissed slowly and indulgent wanting to feel every second of the boy now that they were alone from the others friends.  He’s almost chasing the other for another kiss when it finally ends  but instead he’s just going to smile at that pure exuberance on Corey’s face.   

Honestly meeting the friends was a hallmark of any relationship but..well, this time round it had simply taken longer than normal yet...well, Jackson was just glad he hadn’t fucked that up.  Like he’d passed some big relationship level between them.  “I had fun too, honestly.” It’s not like Corey had boring friends by any means. They’d been entertaining and open and warm to him- basically a stranger.  

It’s hard to miss the way the other reacts at his words and Jack presses his lips together before he goes to speak before the other gets their first before he glances at the house before back to Corey.  This isn’t exactly how he planned to do it but... “Why wait? Marry me.” He said simply as he stared down at the boy in the cold winter air.  “Marry Me Corey. “ He said again and little more firmly. “The only thing I’m ever sure I want in this world is you. It’s always been you.  You hit me like a god damn lightening bolt. when we met. You’re my north star.  Why are we waiting for it?  You and I have a literal centuries to be together from now on.  Come on..” Jackson paused before he made knelt onto th the snow covered driveway. A hand moving up to brush into Corey’s again. 

“Will you, Son of Apollo.  Do me the honour of binding my soul to yours? To have and to hold, and to make smile every day till the end of the universe takes us both?” He teased as he bit his lower lip. 

“ You’re my other half. You always have been.”