Ares/Apollo Fluff fic
Wordcount: 539
It went like this: Apollo pretended he didn't hit on Ares and Ares pretended he didn't like the attention.
The beggining was all harmless, really. Just a light flirtation, a look on the right time, looking away when the occasion called for. It was a 'if you blink, you'll miss it' development. Unusual for Apollo, yes. But he managed. Kinda.
Apollo is a 'hands on' kind of a guy. He goes for the direct approach, kicking doors down and blazing guns. And collecting hearts and underwear on his way out. It works for him. Except on this time.
Ares is definitely making him work for it. With endless hours of conversation on the phone and countless text messages and marathoning series together with just a peck on the lips to help Apollo go through endless hours of Band of Brothers, The Pacific and other war related shows. Ares is a WWI and II enthusiast. And Apollo must really love him 'cause he's a Supernatural and Teen Wolf person. He lives for fantasy while Ares loves reality. It wasn't really supposed to work.
Except it does. Sometimes, when he thinks about it, Apollo feels like he's been played. He had a plan: climb that like a tree two or three times (because just one wouldn't do it, not this time) and leave. But Ares was a better planner than him and things ended like this: the most chaste relationship he ever had.
Don't get it wrong, they have sex. Lots of and it's mindblowing. It' just... They do other things too. Together. Silly, stupid things like tv shows marathons and falling asleep on the couch and going to the amusement park and winning stuffed animals for each other (And Apollo swore he'd never be so lame like he was that night when they came back to Ares' apartment loaded with 10 different kinds of stuffed animals; he won them all, by the way).
The 'I love you' would be inevitable, he could feel it. But he didn't want to be the one to say it first. Again, Ares tricked him into doing it his way. Pointing out how Apollo would indulge Ares' love for things he (Apollo) didn't care about, how he noticed the little things about Ares, how he didn't make a big deal of things that were indeed important just to not make the other uncomfortable. So when Ares said "You must really love me to endure a marathon with my favorite war movies..." Apollo knew it was a trick.
He didn't look up from Ares chest when he mumbled a simple "Yeah, I do. And we're watching Teen Wolf next week. Starting from the pilot."
Ares chuckled and ran across his boyfriend's back. "You're not gonna give me a cue to say 'I love you too'?"
"You hate Teen Wolf. That was you cue."
Ares pushed Apollo lightly, making him sit on the couch, and look him in the eyes. "This is how i want to say it."
"You are the toughest guy I've met. Don't destroy the image."
Ares just smiled before saying the words. Apollo tried to not roll his eyes. He really tried. But he failed.
His boyfriend just pulled him to a kiss.
It went like this: Apollo pretended he didn't hit on Ares and Ares pretended he didn't like the attention.
The beggining was all harmless, really. Just a light flirtation, a look on the right time, looking away when the occasion called for. It was a 'if you blink, you'll miss it' development. Unusual for Apollo, yes. But he managed. Kinda.
Apollo is a 'hands on' kind of a guy. He goes for the direct approach, kicking doors down and blazing guns. And collecting hearts and underwear on his way out. It works for him. Except on this time.
Ares is definitely making him work for it. With endless hours of conversation on the phone and countless text messages and marathoning series together with just a peck on the lips to help Apollo go through endless hours of Band of Brothers, The Pacific and other war related shows. Ares is a WWI and II enthusiast. And Apollo must really love him 'cause he's a Supernatural and Teen Wolf person. He lives for fantasy while Ares loves reality. It wasn't really supposed to work.
Except it does. Sometimes, when he thinks about it, Apollo feels like he's been played. He had a plan: climb that like a tree two or three times (because just one wouldn't do it, not this time) and leave. But Ares was a better planner than him and things ended like this: the most chaste relationship he ever had.
Don't get it wrong, they have sex. Lots of and it's mindblowing. It' just... They do other things too. Together. Silly, stupid things like tv shows marathons and falling asleep on the couch and going to the amusement park and winning stuffed animals for each other (And Apollo swore he'd never be so lame like he was that night when they came back to Ares' apartment loaded with 10 different kinds of stuffed animals; he won them all, by the way).
The 'I love you' would be inevitable, he could feel it. But he didn't want to be the one to say it first. Again, Ares tricked him into doing it his way. Pointing out how Apollo would indulge Ares' love for things he (Apollo) didn't care about, how he noticed the little things about Ares, how he didn't make a big deal of things that were indeed important just to not make the other uncomfortable. So when Ares said "You must really love me to endure a marathon with my favorite war movies..." Apollo knew it was a trick.
He didn't look up from Ares chest when he mumbled a simple "Yeah, I do. And we're watching Teen Wolf next week. Starting from the pilot."
Ares chuckled and ran across his boyfriend's back. "You're not gonna give me a cue to say 'I love you too'?"
"You hate Teen Wolf. That was you cue."
Ares pushed Apollo lightly, making him sit on the couch, and look him in the eyes. "This is how i want to say it."
"You are the toughest guy I've met. Don't destroy the image."
Ares just smiled before saying the words. Apollo tried to not roll his eyes. He really tried. But he failed.
His boyfriend just pulled him to a kiss.
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