Back when they just met each other a day without Kenneth used to be Devon's favourite time of the week, but they'd gradually become his most despised. Other than Orion, the son of Mercury had nobody to talk to, nobody to throw snacks at and watch amusedly as he flinched, and most of all nobody to brawl with and then wrap around and smooch.
But Ken was on a mission and it was Devon's day off from training so he lay flat on his back on his boyfriend's cohort bed, eyes closed and the son of Apollo's iPod strumming some acoustic songs on his ears and waited for him to come back.
Only the sound of the door opening and the thinnest ray of sunshine coming through and hitting his eyes directly made him turn around and look up, confused and half-blinded by the light. "Huh?" he said eloquently -perks of being the son of the god of eloquence and epic poetry, no wonder-, his eyebrows furrowed in a dark frowny line at the figure of a man standing in front of him. "Sup, old man?"
