#jadias

[thedarknesssings]

Jadias of the Court of the Sun and his two nephews, Strix and Roc, greet the rising sun.

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Junelezen Day 12: Sun

[thedarknesssings]

“Fire destroys, yes, but new growth always rises from the ashes.”

Jayadeva, the Light of Day

Junelezen 7: Day

[lordsofthehunt]

Mistakes

           He wasn't drunk. Not exactly. But Gwyll had definitely had a little bit to drink. He felt he needed it after the last few days of zombies and fog... and Jadias. It wasn't that he didn't like his boss. He did. The man was good looking, clever, funny and somehow had almost managed to make him feel like a whole town full of zombies and slimy sea monsters was merely a task they could get through and not the damned apocalypse.

           But Jadias was a lot of trouble. He couldn't really complain. The pay was decent and came with food and a place to stay and a phone and enough other little luxuries that it almost made him feel he had a life again. And perhaps the early morning texts demanding coffee and breakfast would only have been an inconvenience if it hadn't been for the allure of the man.

           Gwyll couldn't deny he was attracted to him. And sitting beside a bathtub full of his naked body to read him the paper and trying not to stare or react was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done. It was driving him insane. He wished sometimes he could tell him.

           Taking another long gulp of the beer he tugged out his phone. It was a damned nice smart phone, nicer even than the ones he'd had before. Though these days when he thumbed open his messages there was only one name in the list, one long conversation that was a list of demands and his agreeements.

           ~You make my job so damned hard sometimes.~  He typed into the box, then sat there, staring at the words and the blinking cursor and the list of requests above it. Even thinking about the sound of Jadias' voice and the heat and the steam and the way his skin shone with the water made him swallow, keenly aware that his job wasn't the only thing the man made hard.

           He took another gulp of the beer, unable to help chuckling as the idea occurred to him. ~You make everything so damned hard sometimes.~ He altered the words, but no matter how tempting it might be he had no intention of actually sending the message. Still he could pretend for a minute he was going to be bold enough to say what he might actually have wanted. And if he hadn't cared about the job or what Jadias thought of him quite so much...

           Moments later he'd attached a picture to the message. The phone took good pictures, and while he couldn't actually have said it was artistic or remotely appropriate he thought it got the point across. He wasn't actually going to send Jadias a picture of his pants pushed low on his hips and his fingers curled loosely around the base of his hard cock. But for just a moment he stared at the message and imagined he had that kind of nerve.

           Turnabout was fair play wasn't it? It wasn't as though he didn't sit beside the man's bath tub almost every morning and get tantalized by glimpses of naked skin. Still, Jadias had never made any sort of untoward advance on him no matter how much he might almost have wished he would.

           Sighing he shoved himself back up to his feet, and yanked the waistband of his pants up, not realizing how the sudden movement would set him off balance. He stumbled against the side of the bed he'd been leaning against and the phone slipped from his fingers. He snatched hastily for it, surprised and pleased as he actually managed to catch it.

           The pleasure vanished within seconds as the phone made the small sound that told him he'd sent a message. "Oh fuck..."

@fateandmyth

[lordsofthehunt]

Distractions

  (Mildly NSFW m/m content)

         "I need you to do something for me." The voice was low against the back of his ear, lips so close Gwyll thought he could feel the faintest brushing of them along with the warm tickle of breath. He could feel the heat of Jadias against his shoulders, warm along his spine and his own breath hitched as those lips brushed his ear again, this time the press too decided to be anything but deliberate. "Will you?"

           A hand came to rest against the side of his hip, warm lips found his neck, trailed their way in small kisses along his racing pulse. "Anything..." Gwyll breathed, and meant it, a low groan catching embarrassingly in his throat as Jadias' hand strayed further forward, hot fingertips trailing the waistband of pants that were suddenly far too tight.

           "Good." The man's voice was velvet in his ears and Gwyll swallowed, head tipping back toward the sound of it. His breathing was ragged in his own ears, Jadias' hands were always hot, they almost burned against his skin and god he wanted them on him. "I need you to..."

           He jerked awake, blinking blearily up at the ceiling as he tried to decide just what it was that had woken him, just when his dreams had turned from fire to another kind of burning. He swallowed, one hand straying under the blankets toward his roused flesh. He thought of Jadias' voice, the way he smiled and he could not quite resist letting his fingers curl around himself and stroke.

           What would it be like to kiss him? To make his mouth stop teasing him with those smiles and the sound of his damn voice and just lean down and kiss him? His fingers shifted and his breath hitched with the movement. What would it be like to do more than kiss him, to feel those almost too warm hands on his own naked skin, to trail his own mouth in hungry kisses over Jadias' skin? He arched up under his own hand, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the sound that wanted to escape. And then the phone beeped again and he realized what he was doing.

           Tugging his hand away, he made no attempt whatsoever to stifle the frustrated groan that escaped him. "Fuck." Gwyll wasn't sure just when he'd started fantasizing about his boss, he only knew it needed to stop. He couldn't afford to lose this job. There weren't many places that were going to hire him now, degree or no degree. Especially not if he got himself fired for offering his employer unwanted sexual advances.

           And no matter how Jadias might make his heart race sometime with smiles that seemed intimate or light touches and teasing words he had no real reason to think his attention would be anything but awkward and unwanted. Jadias was a damned attractive man. Gwyll thought he'd at least have noticed it even if he'd been straight. As it was he found himself constantly caught off guard by the man and his own reactions to him.

           There were times he'd almost have sworn Jadias was flirting with him. There were things he said, the way his lips curved up in teasing little smirks that made heat flutter in the pit of Gwyll's stomach. But it hadn't taken him much longer than their first meeting to realize Jadias was a little like that with everybody. It was just how he was, a good looking man who was heartbreakingly charming on top of it. It didn't have a damn thing to do with him no matter how Gwyll might be coming to wish it did.

            His hand slid a little south on his stomach again and he groaned. He was hot and aching under the thin fabric of his boxers. This was the third morning in a row his dreams had slid from fire to Jadias and left him to wake up uncomfortably hard. He was so tempted just to close his eyes and let his thoughts go where they would while he stroked himself off. Maybe it would clear his head enough he'd stop seeing flirtation everywhere.

           The phone beeped again and finally he rolled over, thumbed it open and flushed guiltily as Jadias' name flashed up on the screen. He had three texts and Gwyll swallowed down a sick, shameful sort of feeling as he opened them.

           -Are you awake?-

           -I want my bath ready in forty five minutes. And a mocha.-

           -Oh and bring the paper. You can read to me while I soak.-

           He needed this job. It came with good pay and a place to stay, and even if he hadn't realized 'Personal Assistant' meant he was going to be asked to run baths for the man and sometimes cook, well the truth was that he liked the job. And he liked Jadias, confusing and frustrating as he could be.

           But most of all he was not going to prove his father right. He was not going to get fired because he was gay and gay men couldn't be professional. He'd gotten the job despite it, and he was not going to let his own desires fuck it up. Maybe his father could toss him aside over it, but he would not give Jadias a reason to.

           -I'm awake.- He texted back and this time stopped himself before he asked if Jadias wanted him to wash his back too. He was half afraid of what the answer would be, and more than that afraid of what he might think of it himself. He set the phone back on the nightstand and exhaled a single long frustrated breath. "Fuck." Then he made himself get up and went to take the third cold shower he'd had in as many days. @fateandmyth  because Jadias

[lordsofthehunt]

Sprouts

           He dreamt of fire. Of weight pressing him down and flames licking over his skin and catching in his hair. And he screamed because it should have been agony. It was agony, it was terror to watch his skin blacken and flake and fall away. He screamed and trees screamed with him, even the ground seeming to toss in agony or perhaps that was only his own crisped muscles yanking taut.

           He wasn't afraid. He should have been, when the smoke made it impossible to keep screaming. When he was falling away into nothing but the ash and he knew it was the most unspeakable agony. But he looked up with eyes that should no longer have been able to see and found another pair or eyes in the fire, another presence in the flames that destroyed him.

           Ashes rise.

           He was not afraid when he looked into eyes made of fire, and he closed his own and there was nothing.

           When he opened them it was dark, streetlamps shining only dimly into the dark alley he'd hidden himself in. He slept fitfully, it was noisy and it was not safe to sleep in the streets. He was never certain he was alone. And he was not.

           There was a man crouched beside him, pale in the dim lights of the street, shining like marble and shrouded in something dark. Long waves of dark hair, and a cloak of something shimmering black. The man's head tilted, eyes shining crimson in pools of darkness as they met his.

           He should have been afraid. There was something dangerous in the curve of the smile that shaped itself on sculpted lips. But he did not even flinch when slender fingers reached out to cup his cheek and trace their way along his jaw. He could not tear his eyes from the man's impossibly beautiful face or the blood crimson of his eyes, not even when those fingers tightened with surprising strength on his jaw and force his lips apart.

           "Come home." The man whispered as something small and hard as wood was set on his tongue, tasting faintly of earth and ashes. He swallowed, and felt it slip over his throat, not quite choking. Something changed.

           Fingers drifted over his cheek again tingling, almost gentle and he could almost hear something in the way those eyes looked into his. But the man said nothing else, only stood, tall in the dim light and drifted back into the shadows until he was gone.

           Seeds grow.

           He jerked upright staring around him with wide eyes, but the park was empty at this hour and there was no fire, and no tall man who smelled of blood and earth. Only the ring of mushrooms he had fallen asleep in. Something had changed. But Gwyll could not have said why he thought so. It was only the same dream he had been having for weeks. @fateandmyth  for mention