Cabin Fever

Alex stood in the doorway, his senses overwhelmed by the breathtaking sight before him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined encountering such a perfect, magnificent specimen of masculinity. And yet, there Drayvos lay, sprawled across the bed like a Greek god, his chiseled physique radiating an irresistible allure that left Alex utterly transfixed.

"Do I... please you, Alexander?" Drayvos inquired, a hint of nervousness barely concealed beneath a façade of sultry confidence.

Alex could only manage a breathless affirmation, his gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of the living masterpiece before him. "Yes, Drayvos," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Immensely."

As he approached the bed with measured steps, Alex found himself grappling with the surreal reality of the past few days—the awe-inspiring acts of heroism witnessed, the dizzying whirlwind of emotions stirred within him. Yet amidst it all, one undeniable truth remained: his longing for the man who now lay before him.

"Oh!" Alex exclaimed suddenly, his mind snapping back to the present moment as he recalled the wounds that marred Drayvos's heroic form. "I need to tend to your injuries."

"Come to me, Alexander," Drayvos beckoned softly, his voice a soothing melody that stirred Alex's heart. "I am half Ethaaran and of Olympus," he explained with a gentle chuckle as Alex settled beside him on the bed. "My wounds were healed when I left the bridge. I merely sustained the ruse as I wished to... prepare myself for you."

As Drayvos's hands roamed over his own naked skin, Alex felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. With a sense of eager anticipation, he shed his shirt and closed the distance between them, their hands intertwining as they gazed into each other's eyes with an intensity that spoke volumes. Tonight, in the embrace of his hero, Alex knew that he had found not just solace, but the beginning of a love that would transcend time and space.

Drayvos broke eye contact, his gaze shifting away nervously, a touch of shame coloring his expression. "I have a confession to make, Alexander," he began softly, his words barely audible over the sound of their shared breath. As Alex's hands and fingers began to trace delicate patterns across his body, Drayvos swallowed hard, his voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. "Although I was taught by my Aunt Aphrodite and am well versed in the arts of lovemaking," he confessed, "I have never been with anyone other than the simulations aboard Olympus."

A wave of shame and embarrassment washed over Drayvos's features as he continued, "Humans and Phrygians are wholly incompatible. No Phrygian ever caught my eye, nor did I catch anyone else's. Even the Pantheon, in their Phrygian forms, shunned me, consumed by their own desires and indifferent to my existence. Only at my insistence did Aphrodite show me the holographic simulations, but they were cold and lifeless, lacking the warmth and intimacy of true connection," he trailed off, his voice tinged with regret.

"So, wait, let me get this straight…" Alex interrupted, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "You're an eleven-hundred-year-old virgin?"

Drayvos bristled slightly at the jest, his expression a mixture of worry and fear as he contemplated his first night with his newfound love interest. "But I have learned the art of lovemaking from observing humans in the simulations," he replied earnestly, "I simply never made a move before, fearing that I may not know how to please you, Alexander."

Alex's face softened into a gentle smile, a blend of sympathy and desire flickering in his eyes as he gazed upon Drayvos. His fingertips caressed the surface of Drayvos' taut, bronzed skin, tracing the contours of his masculine muscles with an almost reverent touch. "Oh, my dear Drayvos," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a sultry allure. "You saved my life... several times... today." With deliberate intent, Alex's left hand wandered, teasingly circling the tip of Drayvos' left nipple.

Drayvos emitted a slight gasp as newfound sensations ignited beneath his touch, the nerves awakening to a cascade of pleasure never before experienced.

"And you possess the most breathtaking physique my eyes have ever beheld," Alex whispered, his right hand tracing a delicate path down the sculpted contours of Drayvos's abdomen, his touch as graceful as a figure skater gliding across ice. As his fingers traversed the terrain, they ventured lower, disappearing into the dense thicket of dark curls that adorned Drayvos's pelvis.

With widened eyes and a sharp intake of breath, Alex's gaze fixated on the impressive sight before him—a monumental nine-inch long and three finger wide cock, veiny and robust, soft and lump, draped over Drayvos's thigh like a prized possession. With a mixture of awe and anticipation, Alex's fingers danced along the length of the shaft, exploring every inch with a tender curiosity that bordered on reverence.

Drayvos's response was immediate and visceral, a gasp escaping his lips as his body trembled with newfound sensations. Waves of pleasure surged through him, igniting nerve endings he never knew existed, as Alex's touch sent sparks of ecstasy coursing through his veins. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a symphony of sensation that left them both breathless and longing for more.

"And so, my dear Drayvos..." Alex's voice was a soft murmur as he leaned in close, his breath warm against Drayvos's chest and neck. "Tonight, it's all about…Your… pleasure." He trailed his fingers along the contours of Drayvos's massive pecs, his touch gentle yet electrifying. "My Demi-god," he whispered, his lips brushing against Drayvos's collarbone, "Son of Ares." Each word was punctuated by a tender kiss against Drayvos's skin, igniting a spark of desire within them both. "I know... all the spots."

Drayvos gasped, his senses overwhelmed as Alex's hands explored his body with a skill and passion he had never known before.

"All the places to make you scream in pleasure," Alex grinned, locking eyes with Drayvos as he exerted just enough pressure to send shivers of ecstasy coursing through Drayvos's veins.

Closing the distance between them, Alex brought his lips to Drayvos's trembling mouth. "I am... Very… well versed in the art of pleasing a man," he confessed, his voice husky with desire.

As their lips met for the first time, a surge of fireworks and sparks exploded in their minds, the undeniable chemistry between them finally unleashed in a whirlwind of passion and longing.