@songsofdivinity sent a raven: “Stay a little longer? The night feels lighter with you in it.” (Ganymede for Hermes)
That was a terrible idea, though that didn't stop Hermes' fingers from tracing a vein along the inside of Ganymede's arm as he considered it. While Zeus wasn't loyal to his slew of lovers, he did expect them to be. Being his son wouldn't save him either, lifting the chalice that Ganymede had just refilled to his lips to take a long sip as he stalled. Surely he could outrun a thunderbolt, assuming it was natural and not cast from the Master Bolt crafted by cyclops.
….
Probably. He was just enough the god king's son that he believed it to be true, which would make it so. Tangling his fingers with Ganymede's he grinned as he pulled the man into the shadows, who would see them? Uncle Hades was in the Underworld, Hera's keen eye locked on her husband as he flirted with some nymph brought to serve. Another light tug as his back hit plaster with a soft thump, hydromel sloshing against his upper lip as the liquid in the chalice spilled upwards.
“Now look, I've gone and made a mess of myself.' A few droplets here or there, dripping from his jaw to his chest as he arched his back. ”Can't be seen like this, Gan… You should help clean me up.'