 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “fly”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo heaved a sigh. This was the last thing he wanted to do. He was in enough shit now that Khalil knew. Sharing his secret with Deidre was enough to get him banished to Tartarus. And from what he heard from Athena, Mack and Freddy, that wasn’t the ideal place to relocate to.
“Someone talk to me,” Deirdre insisted. “What do you know of the Greek gods, beautiful?” Khalil quizzed. “Don’t,” Apollo warned. Deirdre cocked her head as she peered at Apollo. “No way. I know of the mythology. I have a few favorite tales. But they’re myths. They’re not real.” “We are real,” Apollo countered then cussed under his breath. He needed to learn bite those answers back. “Which stories are your favorites?” Khalil questioned. “Any have to do with the god that can fly a chariot across the sky? You screamed his name all last night along with mine. Albeit it was the wrong name but it meant all the same.” Deidre’s eyes widened. “That means you’re…” Her voice died off. Apollo huffed again. “My name isn’t Brody Lynch. It’s Apollo. My father forced us all to move off of Olympus and integrate with the mortal world. He hoped modern technology would reintroduce us into their lives. The whole plan has gone south for him but it seems to be working out for other members of my family.” “So, you’re Apollo, god of the sun, light and a bunch of other stuff.” “That’s me.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “Prove it.” He scowled at her. “You didn’t ask Khalil to prove he was a djinn.” “He didn’t boast he was a bloody deity.” “Truthfully, neither did I.” He swung a thumb in Khalil’s direction. “He outed me.” “So you won’t prove it. Do you really think I’m that stupid to believe you?” Apollo shook his head as he scooted off the bed and threw the covers off. He could hear Khalil suck in a sharp breath as he stood there naked. Deidre looked a little awestruck as well. “I have to get ready. You want proof? Let me get dressed then follow me down to the garage.” He shuffled to his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers, jeans and a white cotton t-shirt. He tugged each one on despite his aching muscles protesting that he go back to bed. The silence was so thick in the room he could feel it like a tangible object. Rolling back his shoulders, he turned and strode for the door. Before he passed through, Apollo looked back to his lovers. “You want proof? Fine. Come see the chariot. Then you can kiss me goodbye so I can go to work.”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “multiply”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo stared at Khalil’s back, baffled at his news. It didn’t stop him from wanting to curl himself around Khalil and pepper his exposed skin with kisses. “How do you know this?”
There was a loud huff before Khalil rolled to his back to glare at Apollo. He fluffed the pillow under his head then laced his arms behind his head underneath it to lift it a bit. “I’m a djinn, remember? I can sense what she is.” “Yet, I am a god and I can’t?” Khalil shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell you. Now, do you want to cuddle with me or just sit there and freak out?” “I...I…” Apollo just shook his head as he silenced himself and scooted across the bed. He laid his head on Khalil’s shoulder as he draped an arm around the djinn and held him tight. “I have to get up for work.” “Just a few minutes,” Khalil murmured as he hugged Apollo to him and buried his lips into the god’s blond locks. “Besides, I’m sure you want to see Deirdre before you go. Maybe it’s time to tell her the truth about us.” “What truth about you?” Apollo’s pulled from Khalil’s arms as his attention snapped to his bedroom door. By the fire in Deirdre’s eyes, he could tell that the difficulties in his life were about to multiply. Khalil sat up with Apollo. “We know you’re a banshee,” he told her. “And you know that how?” she demanded. “I sure as bloody hell do not talk in my sleep.” Khalil leaned back against the headboard. He laced his fingers behind his head and rested against them. To Apollo, he looked dominant, predatory, magnificent. “Because, beautiful, I am a djinn,” Khalil answered with a grin. “A what?” Deirdre countered. “A djinn.” “Still...what?” “A genie,” Apollo interjected. Deirdre fought back a smile. “A genie. Really? Like the little gold lamp that you rub? Can I get three wishes?” Khalil sat back up as he unwound his hands and dropped them in his lap. “Seriously? Am I continuously going to get shit from you two? It’s an unfair presumption of a myth. So let it go.” He turned his glare on Apollo as he reached over to caress the god’s cheek. A thumb brushed over Apollo’s lips. Apollo fought the urge to capture it with his mouth and suck on it. “Tell her your real name, my love,” Khalil urged.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we’re with Apollo, Khalil and Deirdre in the next Gods of DC book (still untitled). This week is a picture prompt. **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**  The sound of deep, violent growling and barking times three pierced through the sleep inducted fog filling Apollo’s mind. It was Artemis’s idea to record Cerebus for his morning alarm. Apollo had been terrified of the three-headed mutt since it was a puppy. He could be half-dead asleep and it would wake him up. Which was exactly how he felt after last night. Sated and warm but still half dead.
A low moan accompanied the barking. “Can you please shut that thing off?” Apollo cracked open an eye then reached to his bedside table for his phone. Once he silenced it, he looked out the window. The moon was almost set. He’d have to head to work soon, even though it was the last place he wanted to be. He sat up enough to prop himself against the headboard. He glanced across the bed to his lovers. Khalil was rolled onto his side facing the opposite wall, obviously not much of a post-sex cuddler. It was a good thing that Deirdre was… Apollo frowned. Where was Deirdre? He laid his hand on the empty mattress between the two men. The cotton of his sheets was cold to the touch. She hadn’t been there for awhile. “Huh. Guess she was just here for the fun and took off,” Apollo commented with a snort. “She’ll be back,” Khalil grumbled into his pillow. “She had things to do, things that can only be done in the cover of night.” “What? Is she a thief or something?” “You could say that. She steals life.” “What do you mean ‘she steals life’? Do you know her? Are you two buddies or something?” “She’s a banshee, my love. She’s not mortal. I told you she could keep up with us. Can I go back to sleep now?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “battery”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo opened his mouth but no words came out. There he was, the man he fell in love with. Okay, djinn. Whatever. And he had his hands all over the woman Apollo was hoping to fall for. He was heartbroken. He was aroused. He was confused. And he was lost in Khalil’s deep, dark brown eyes, just like that first night on the beach.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Khalil coaxed. “Where the hell have you been?” Apollo demanded. “Around.” “Not good enough.” “It’s going to have to be. Frank’s closing the bar.” Khalil cocked his head towards Deirdre. “The two of us want you to take us home with you.” Apollo caught Deirdre’s lust filled gaze and reddened cheeks. Shit. She might have been tough as nails, but she was mortal. And she was about to spend the night between a god and a djinn. He nodded to her. “I’m not sure she knows what she’s in for.” “I’ve been in threesomes before, Brody,” she assured him. “Brody?” Khalil teased with a smirk. Apollo let a growl loose as a warning. He gave Deirdre a soft smile. “That’s not quite what I mean.” “My love,” Khalil called out to get Apollo’s attention. The god stared at him with wide eyes. Did the djinn just express some sort of affection for him? Were they more than just a booty call to each other? Khalil continued. “She understands more than you know. Our little firecracker here will be fine. Let’s go home.” Deidre pulled free from Khalil’s arms and sashayed her way across the back room to Apollo. The way she looked up at him undid him. She bit at her lower lip as she laid her hands on his chest, scraping the flesh under his shirt with her fingernails. He never noticed Khali beside him until fingers fisted in his hair and his mouth was taken captive by the djinn’s. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood, something he missed so much it made his heart ache, filled his senses. Apollo returned the kiss as hard as was given. The god dug his hand in his pocket for his car keys. It took a moment longer than normal. His jeans were getting tighter by the second. “Home,” he murmured in agreement. He took Deirdre’s hand in one of his without a thought. He clasped the palm with the keys into Khalil’s. Without a word, he led them from the bar towards his car.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “battery”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He cleared his throat as he fought to get his libido under control. “I’m a regular at this bar. The first time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago. What brought you here?”
She shrugged as she lifted the rack free and hung it back on the nail embedded in the wall. “Like I said, I travel. That and I was kicked out of the last pub I frequented. Something about an assault and battery charge. A simple misunderstanding.” He frowned at her. “Aren’t those two seperate crimes?” “Not when I did them at the same time. I threatened to hit the bugger if he didn’t leave me alone. He didn’t. So I hit him.” “Alright then.” They bantered back and forth as they took turns at the pool table. Apollo lost track of how many games they played after the third one. The bartender shouting “last call” pulled him from the revelry. “Shit,” he muttered as he put his cue away. “I need to hit the can before he closes.” He grinned at her. “Wait for me?” He noticed her cheeks flame pink. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or what she was about to say. “I believe our wager was if I lost, you wanted more than a kiss. I suppose if I’m a woman of my word, I had better stay put.” “I won?” He chuckled. “I lost track.” She winked at him. “Me too.” “I’ll hurry.” He shuffled off to the restroom and did his business faster than he ever had before in his existence. Not that he couldn’t hold it. He was a god, after all. But after drinking that much, it could prove difficult to keep things in check as it was. It was best if he didn’t have to worry about his bladder. Besides, the faster he was, the less chance Deirdre would leave. He certainly didn’t want her to go. He threw open the door and strode out. “I’m ready to…” The words died on his tongue. It was bad enough to find Deirdre in another man’s arm, kissing him like her life depended on it, her hands clenching his ass. It was who the man was. Seeing the last man he bedded and the woman he hoped to wrap tight around each other, grinding against each other shattered him and made him rock hard at the same time. Khalil broke the kiss to smile at him. “Took you long enough. Ready to go home now?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “lonely”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The two of them sat in silence sipping their drinks. Apollo sucked in a breath to stop his thundering heart. He had to say something. He sure as hell didn’t want her to get away.
He cleared his throat before he broke the quiet tension. “So, what did he give you?” She lifted the glass to analyze the bubbles floating to the surface of the glass. “Jim, Jack, Johnnie and Jose. A Four Horseman. I’m sure the fella down there at the end of the bar thinks this will knock me off my stool. Little does he know it takes a few of these for me to even feel a buzz.” Apollo couldn’t stop himself from gaping at her. That was a shitload of alcohol in a glass. By the playful smirk that she gave him she must have seen his mouth hit the top of the bar. Deirdre cocked her head towards the back of the bar. “There’s a couple of pool tables. Wanna play?” Apollo took a swig of beer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Deirdre’s brow slightly creased as she gave him an irritated look. “Why not?” He smirked at her. “Because I’m that good. I’d feel bad when I beat you.” She chuckled at him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I can wield a pool stick as well as I can drink.” “That sounds like a challenge. Shall we wager on it?” “Of course we should.” “And if you win?” There was a mischievous twinkle in Deirdre’s gaze. Apollo couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or lust. He prayed to Olympus it was lust. It would match the fire burning in his core. “I want a kiss,” she bartered. “And if you win?” He stood and closed the space between them. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he cupped the back of her neck in his other hand, tilting her head up to his. His voice was thick as he spoke. “I want a hell of a lot more than a kiss.” She skimmed her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “You’re on.” He dipped his mouth to hers, parting her lips in the kiss she had bet him for. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue. It was enough to make him lightheaded. She rose off the stool to deepen it, her body melting against his as she clung to his arms holding her. A cough at the other end of the bar was what finally broke them apart from each other. The barkeep must have had a thing against public displays of affection in his establishment. Deidre caressed Apollo’s cheek. “That pool game?” she reminded him. He pressed a kiss to her brow. “You’ve got the first shot.” “How kind of you.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we’re with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt. Normally I issue my standard boilerplate greeting with these, but I think I need to tell a little story to explain Apollo, Khalil and Deirdre. While I was researching the god, I was reminded that he had an extensive list of male and female lovers. I told my teenage daughter, “It looks like I’m writing another MMF book.” My daughter, who knows I’m writing Apollo and is a HUGE Rick Riordan fan, answered, “Uh, yeah, you are.” Now, Khalil and Deirdre have some secrets of their own but we’ll get there... **Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  She waved at the bartender. “Whiskey, neat.” She turned back to Apollo. “Ireland. The Emerald Isle.”
“Oh. What brings you to this little dive bar in the middle of California?” She grinned at him. It was about as amazing as the rest of her. “Work. I travel all over the world except home. I haven’t been home for a long time.” He watched her accept the tumbler with a nod, then toss nearly the entire glass back. She wiggled a finger at the rows of rainbow colored bottles lined up on the wooden shelf below a lit up “bar” sign. Like they didn’t know where they already were. “I need something a little stronger,” she instructed the barkeep. The poor guy looked as stunned as Apollo felt but shuffled off to fulfill her request. Deirdre must have noticed the dumbstruck look that Apollo knew was on his face because she shrugged and continued. “What? I like my liquor.” He waved his hands in protest. “No judgement here. You do you, boo.” She laughed as she sipped at the second tumbler. “You’re cute.” “I try.” “So what do you do for a living, Brody?” Apollo took a second to revisit the story he made up for his mortal persona. “I work in energy, particularly light.” He noticed her take him in from head to toe. “Uh. Not what I pegged you as.” He cocked a grin at her. “What did you think I did?” “The bleach blond hair, the sun tan, I figured you did something with the ocean. Perhaps you were a marine biologist. Or a beach bum.” He chuckled. “Close. I surf for fun. Quite a bit, actually. One of the benefits of living right on the water.” “I’d like to watch you sometime.” His gaze focused on her lips. As much as he missed Khalil, he was aching to kiss her. “I’d like that, too.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “lonely”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The bar was sparse when Apollo slipped inside. A couple of guys sat at the bar. A bunch of girls pushing the drinking age curled up in the back corner booth. There were so few patrons in the room that the jukebox pumped out the tunes at an abnormally loud volume.
It was certainly an exact opposite from the last time he was here, the night he left with Khalil. His mind filled with the image of the djinn as he settled on his typical stool at the bar. He let out a heavy breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just go home. But then again the aftermath of his family’s little family meeting left his nerves quaking. He motioned to the bartender for a beer then slumped in his seat. Just a couple of drinks then he could go home and wallow in his broken heart “Is this spot taken?” Apollo spun towards the thick Celtic accent. The redhead he saw that night he left with Khalil stood beside him. “Sorry?” he countered. “You just look so lonely, I thought you could use some company.” She offered her hand to him. “My name’s Deirdre. What’s yours?” Apollo took it and gave it a firm shake. A moment later, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Brody Lynch. Or just Brody. You can call me Brody. And yeah. Sure. Pop a squat.” “Thank you, kind sir.” She dropped on the stool next to him. “So where is your friend?” Apollo’s brow creased in confusion. “Friend?” “The man you left with the other night. You two looked close.” Apollo took a swig of his beer. “We’re not that close. You’re right. He’s just a friend.” “Huh.” He slowly took her in from head to toe. Fiery red hair, beautiful eyes, ivory skin, dressed in a tight t-shirt and blue jeans. Biker boots peeked from beneath the hem of denim. She was breathtaking. He fidgeted on his stool. It was suddenly really uncomfortable to sit on. “Amazing accent. Where are you from, Deirdre?"  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “lonely”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Poseidon glanced around the room before continuing. “I think the only ones missing now are Pan and Dionysus, neither of which will be coming, I’m sure. I don’t think I can deal with a bunch of sex-crazed nymphs right now anyway. Let’s get started. I was surveying my kingdom when I got a summons from Apollo. I thought maybe it was finally an invite to go surfing with him and Freddy.” He glared at the two of them. “Instead I found the two of them and a tear in reality large enough to take out a municipal beach in San Diego.”
Artemis sighed dramatically. “And that affects us how?” Poseidon’s eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You, of all people, should know, Artemis. You’ve been on the other side of one of those tears. How did it feel to be mortal? You could have died at any second. That was no big deal to you?” Artemis let go a laugh. Apollo noticed his twin's skin pale a little. “You’re being overdramatic, Uncle.” “Am I? Enough with the bravado. We’re your family and we all know that your bark is worse than your bite.” Apollo stepped in before they all witnessed just how vicious his sister’s bite really was. “What can we do, Uncle?” “We need to find out where these things are coming from. Once we find the source, we’ll shut this shit down. We have practically every natural element represented in this room. If you see anything unusual,report it. I’ll take point on this. I’ll coordinate all information. Find something? Bring it to me. Then as a group of us, we’ll trace it back. Cool?” Every god, goddess and demigod nodded silently in agreement. Poseidon gave one last tip of his head in agreement. “Very well. Anyone got anything else?” “Just conclude this affair so we can go,” Zeus demanded. “Of course, dearest brother. Class dismissed.” Zeus stormed past them all as he exited the room. No one missed him ram his shoulder into Freddy in a sign of passive aggressive behavior. The leprechaun growled beneath his breath as he watched the king disappear. Hera bobbled the glass in her hand for a few seconds before she sat it on the end table and hurried after him on wobbly legs. Hestia breezed to the center of the room. By the wide gestures she made with her arms, it was obvious that she was trying to lower the thick tension in the room. “I can have a pot of stew on the stove in a matter of moments for those who wish to stay for supper.” There were murmurs of agreement among them all. Apollo turned towards the door leading out of the sunroom. Freddy caught his arm with the hand not cradling an infant. “You’re not staying?” Apollo gave him a small smile. “After this? I really need a drink.” With a nod, he strolled from the sunroom into the dark corridor, away from the craziness that was his family.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “slowly”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  And speaking of Aunt Demeter, she slowly rose from her own chair at the sight of Freddy, balancing an infant in each arm. Her stride was far from sluggish as she hurried across the sunroom and deposited the little girl into her father’s embrace. It was accompanied with a growl and a warning to behave himself.
Freddy responded with a heavy sigh to his wife and a roll of his eyes. Apollo had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from busting out loud with laughter. Zeus snarled at Poseidon. “What is all this about, brother?” Poseidon raised his hand. “We need to wait for the others. This is far too important to have little discussions among one or two members of the family.” Zeus snorted. “I am far too busy to wait for the likes of my degenerate son to arrive with that creature…” “The tears are in the human world now, Zeus. I just witnessed one nearly swallow a beach and every mortal enjoying it. Now you see why we need everyone?” The king snapped his mouth shut. Apollo couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in dear old Dad. For being the almighty King of the Greek gods, he acted like a toddler at times. A moment of thick silence later, Artemis strolled in looking as calm and collected as she normally did. She shrugged off her leather biker’s jacket off then slumped into an overstuffed velvet covered chair. She seemed annoyed but then she always appeared that way. Hades and Ares stormed in right after her with Persephone and Juliet by their sides. Athena and Mack followed them hand in hand, choosing the window seat to perch on. If the tension wasn’t high enough yet, it could be cut with a knife at this point. Each god agreed to work together to end these rends in reality. They sure as hell didn’t forget that Zeus banished Hades to Tartarus and threatened Juliet’s life to manipulate Ares to help him. Apollo was going to need a strong drink after this family reunion. Both the god of the underworld and the god of war glared daggers at Zeus. “We’re here. What’s going on?” Ares demanded. |
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