Class is in Session

The morning dawned softly upon Alex and Drayvos as they lay entwined in each other's arms, relishing the rare luxury of time without obligations or demands. But as the pressing needs of nature and hunger stirred within them, they reluctantly untangled themselves and rose from their slumber.

With a playful exchange of glances, they embarked on their morning routine, Alex deftly dressing himself while Drayvos regarded his tattered toga with a mixture of bemusement and confusion.

"I'll head to the mess to fetch our breakfast, and perhaps inquire about some suitable attire for you," Alex announced, eyeing Drayvos's torn garment with a wry smile.

Drayvos inspected the remnants of his attire with a lighthearted chuckle, holding up the torn fabric with mock reverence. "Ah, but Alexander, this is my 'Hole-y' toga," he quipped, peering at Alex through one of the ragged apertures.

Amused by his companion's innocent humor, Alex chuckled and made his way out of the cabin, leaving Drayvos to contemplate his makeshift attire with a grin. As he strode down the passageway towards the mess hall, the warmth of their shared laughter lingered in the air, a testament to the bond that continued to grow between them with each passing moment.

—

"About an hour later, he returned with three tin-covered plates and a stack of white linens.

"I'm back! I had an 'interesting' conversation with the captain," Alex stated, handing the plates to his giant companion. "He let me know that this indeed was not a cruise line, and they do have limited supplies. He also confirmed that I only booked one passenger ticket, and you were not on the passenger list." He grimaced as he set the fabric down.

"Oh?" Drayvos paused from devouring his breakfast. "And what did you say, Alexander?"

Alex shrugged. "I simply reminded the captain that his life, and everyone else on this crew, owes you for their lives. I made it clear that they would either be dead or beaten to a bloody pulp if I hadn't snuck you aboard." Alex beamed with pride for his boldness. "And I ended with, 'As you live and breathe, you… live and breathe.'" Still grinning, he unfolded a large bedsheet. "He agreed that his life and the lives of his crew thoroughly pay for your passage, and we are both more than welcome to think of the remainder of our stay on this ship as our personal cruise line."

"Hah! That's my Alexander! Well done!" Drayvos applauded proudly. "But what is a cruise, and why does it line up?"

"Alex chuckled, his heart warmed by the innocence of his behemoth of a companion. "It's like living on a luxury barge for several weeks, indulging in the finest and most relaxing pleasures of life."

Drayvos's eyes lit up with curiosity. "So, everyone indulges in hot, passionate love with everyone else?" he exclaimed, lifting his plate high in excitement.

Amused by Drayvos's naivety, Alex couldn't help but burst into embarrassed laughter. "Oh, no, Drayvos," he managed between laughs, "It's more like buffets, spas, swimming pools, and bars."

Drayvos grinned eagerly. "I may not understand everything you're saying, Alexander," he admitted, "But it all sounds like fun, and I want to experience it with you! Let this be our own cruise line!"

Alex chuckled softly, a hint of pity creeping into his thoughts. "You have so much to learn about this world, my dear Drayvos. So much."

Then, a spark of inspiration struck Alex. "Well, Drayvos," he began, pulling out his laptop and plugging it in, "While this may not be an official cruise line, we do have about 29 days left before we reach California. That gives us a month to educate you about the modern world and fill in the gaps in history... all eleven-hundred years of them." The enormity of the task weighed heavily on him. "Well, we can probably skim over the several hundred years of the Dark Ages," he added with a shrug.

Drayvos paused mid-bite, a spoonful of breakfast suspended in shock. "There were hundreds of years when the sun went out?!" he exclaimed incredulously.

Unable to contain his amusement, Alex laughed.

"And what IS this?" Drayvos's face lit up in pure, sugary bliss as he gazed at the dish before him.

"They're pancakes, Drayvos," Alex replied with a smile, "Just add water, straight from a box of pancake mix." He shook his head, admiring Drayvos's childlike wonder with a fondness that warmed his heart.

—

Over the course of several weeks, Alex and Drayvos delved into what they affectionately dubbed "Modern Day School." Drawing upon his expertise in history, literature, and college education, Alex assumed the role of educator, guiding Drayvos through a comprehensive crash course in the significant events, cultural shifts, and technological advancements that had unfolded since his time on Earth.

With his college degree in hand, Alex possessed all the credentials necessary to pursue a career as an advanced high school teacher—a fallback option in case his aspirations at the museum or in academia faltered. Thus, he seized this opportunity to refine his teaching skills and craft lesson plans tailored to Drayvos's unique needs.

From the 900s up to the present day, Drayvos proved to be an eager and attentive student, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. His thirst for understanding not only bridged the historical gap but also sparked captivating discussions and provided insights into the complexities of modern society.

In addition to history lessons, Alex leveraged his proficiency in English to facilitate Drayvos's language acquisition. They delved into reading, writing, and keyboard typing, equipping Drayvos with the tools to communicate effectively in the 21st century world.

Alex couldn't help but marvel at Drayvos's remarkable attentiveness and capacity for learning. The demigod seemed to effortlessly grasp concepts and languages, absorbing them with an almost innate understanding. His proficiency in mathematics surpassed even Alex's own, his grasp of complex algorithms and theorems leaving Alex in awe—a stark reminder of Drayvos's intellectual prowess, much like his towering physical presence.

And in the confines of their private room, when they were not eating, or in school, they were making passionate love to each other, like rabbits in the wild.

Time, and time again, Alex and Drayvos found themselves staring up at the roof, both naked and gasping for air after intense sessions of passionate sex.

In the room, on the bed, on the floor, over the open window balcony, in the shower, in the pantry while Alex was getting fresh linens, it mattered not for these two passionate lovers.

But Alex thought there was one other lesson he could teach his star student.

—

"Now, typically this is frowned upon," Alex stated, his fingers dancing across the keyboard of his laptop. "But if you use it for educational purposes, there's a lot you can learn," he explained, turning the screen to show Drayvos a gay porn website, the videos displayed hundreds of intimate techniques. "I've picked up some of my best moves from these gentlemen."

Drayvos shifted uncomfortably, a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Am I not satisfying you, Alexander?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"No, no, Drayvos, you do it just fine," Alex reassured him, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "But great lovemaking is an art that must be learned, and to be perfected with practice. These gentlemen are among the best in the world at what they do. If you learn to please like them," he added with a suggestive wink, "I might never be able to get enough of you."

"Very well then! I shall become their student, and they shall be my masters," Drayvos declared, taking the laptop with determination.

Over the next several hours and days, Drayvos delved into this new world, immersing himself in the teachings of the masters of intimacy. He observed their handiwork, studied their movements, and absorbed their techniques with unwavering focus.

"You can do that!?" Drayvos exclaimed in amazement as he watched the top performers demonstrate their prowess, taking mental notes of every detail.

—

As the great ship glided into the Panama Canal, Drayvos emerged from the confines of its hull, transformed into a veritable embodiment of the modern age.