Immortal Memories | Patrochilles
A/N: I recently finished The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, and I wanted to spoil myself with this rushed fic. I first wrote it in spanish and it was very hard to translate it to english without losing the context.
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Summary: Achilles and Patroclus are just two kids so in love with each other and they can’t keep their hands to themselves.
Words: 830 (no read more)
It was a good way to start the day, listening to Achilles’ almost hysterical laughter while my fingers wandered through all those delicate contours of his body, making him flinch and contract his defined muscles under my touch.
Who would have thought Achilles could be ticklish? Him, being all perfect, skilled, beautiful, and yet, he let himself be defeat under my fingers, not worrying about Chiron possibly hearing his laughter or the snorts burning his nostrils.
“Patroclus!”, he arched his back when my touches finally descended to his hips and my thumbs sank into the skin covering his sharp hipbones. “Not thehere, plehehease!”, his big, but gentle hands tried to catch mine, but he seemed weak, unable to push them away even when he had grabbed my wrists.
The laughter taking the best of his strenght and bringing the best of Achilles himself. An Achilles that only I could see, kiss and touch. It was a little treasure that I’d carry inside my heart even years later. Thousands of years later.
“Oh? Achilles begging?”, I said in a playful way, my fingers not stopping on reproduce his melodious laughter. “That’s new, even for me”, the sound of my voice seemed to make him laugh harder, that made it even harder to stop.
“I am- ahahaha I am very ticklish there!”, I felt the heat of the blush spreading on my cheeks and a part of my neck, listening him saying such mundane words. “Patroclus!”
“Yes, Achilles?”, he let out a burst of laughter when, noticing a little space between his arm and side, I introduced my hand into the hole of his armpit and wiggled my fingers there. “Ah, this is a nice spot, don’t you think?”
“Please! I cahahan’t! Please, stohohop!”, tears of laughter tumbled down the sides of his head and were lost in the flares of his tousled hair.
I couldnt’ help it and, leaning just a few centimeters more, I planted a kiss in those lips stretched into a big smile, driking his bubbly laughter out of him and filling my insides with a little and warm part of Achilles. I could noticed the blush accentuating on his cheeks, and the satisfaction that filled my chest made me feel almost guilty.
He tried to kiss me back, but the laughter kept coming out of his mouth, making it almost impossible. I laughed too, I laughed so loud as if I was being tickled too. When I finally decided to stop, Achilles curled into himself in a giggling ball, covering all his ticklish spots that kept tingling with some ghostly-tickles.
I threw myself at his side, on my right side, and placed a piece of his rebellious hair behind his ear, my touch made him giggle, and my heart could hardly bear it, tripping on itself and skipping a beat. I knew I was looking at him with adoration and I wondered if he was looking at me with even more whorship than me now that he had stopped laughing to only have a big smile on his lips.
“You were trying to kill me, Patroclus?”, Pa-tro-clus. I chuckled.
“I would never do such thing”, Achilles hold back the rolling of his eyes, maybe still a bit scared of another attack on those hips of his.
“I know”, was the last thing he said before approching so much to me that his naked chest was pressed against mine and only then I noticed the situation of our dressing. Both of us in underwear and a little sticky after last night’s activities.
He seemed not to care about it, of course, and I tried not to care about it either, despite the redness of my cheeks. Achilles smiled one of his mischievous smiles and leaned to kiss my left cheekbone, then the right and then my lips, stopping there for so long until our breaths had escaped completely and it was impossible to breath without separating.
He leaned his forehead against mine and looked at me straight in the eyes; he was smiling like he always does when he’s around me and I couldn’t help to say the next comment when he let out a delicious sigh that hit my face:
“Your breath stinks”, he let out a laugh, falling onto his back, but when he finished, he turned and looked at me with voracious eyes, making me laugh nervously while I got up quickly from our little nest and go out the cave laughing like a child with Achilles behind me.
I knew he was letting me take the lead, but he caught me before I reached the river, gently throwing me into the grass and attacking all of my weak spots with his nimble fingers.
“Revenge and punishment, Patroclus”, I heard him say between laughter while I consumed in the happiness of havng him enjoying making me laugh and this intimate moment together that years later would keep being one of my favorites memories with him.
