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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “jar”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The guy smirked at him. “Mind if I sit here?”
Apollo’s heart lodged in his throat rendered him mute. It took an embarrassing amount of time for him to find his voice. “Nope. Have a seat.”
He took in his surfer from head to toe as the man settled on the stool and raised his hand to catch the bartender’s attention. He was dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. The faded image of the rooster from a Chinese food hot sauce bottle could barely be made out in the dim light. His long, black, wavy hair draped loose past his shoulders, matching the shade of his well manicured beard and moustache.
There was quite a bit Apollo missed of him in the middle of that raging storm. There was even more he wanted to explore. The sensation of their kiss echoed on his lips as he slumped back onto his seat.
The man held his hand out to Apollo. “Khalil. I should have introduced myself the last time that we met.”
Apollo took it in his for a handshake. He shivered at the touch then noticed that they held on a little longer than they should have. “Brody. Brody Lynch.”
“Brody Lynch, huh?” Khalil teased.
Apollo scowled at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Khalil accepted the beer that the bartender offered to him with a nod of thanks then took a sip. He sat the bottle on the wood top of the bar. “Maybe we should address the elephant in the room. I mean, that kiss was pretty magnificent. I can’t stop thinking about it but we can’t be a servant to our desires. Let’s be honest. That’s not what is on either of our minds.”
“Wow.” Apollo huffed. “I don’t know who you are but you don’t know me well enough to determine what’s on my mind.”
Khalil’s gaze rose and locked with Apollo’s. “I don’t, sun god?”
The heart that had stuck in Apollo’s throat plummeted into his stomach. How the hell did this guy know who he really was? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What were you doing on that beach?”
“Surfing. I like danger and I love surfing. What the fuck were you doing there?”
“Finding a way to meet you. I figured the surf caused by your aunt’s labor would draw you out. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pass on the pretentious fake name you gave me and call you by the one you were given at birth. Apollo, son of Zeus."