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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “string”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo scanned the deadly waves one more time for the other surfer. Fuck it. He was a god. How could this have happened? He should have been able to save him. What good was eternal life and unlimited power if he couldn’t protect a mortal life?
Dejected, he plucked a string of seaweed from his trunks. He tightened his grip on his board the turned towards the parking lot where his SUV waited.
He barely caught sight of the hand wrapping around his head before his mouth was parted in a deep, wet kiss. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled his senses. Strong fingers played with the damp hairs at the base of his neck as the hand cupped the back of his neck. Apollo braced his hands on a broad chest as he surrendered, returning the kiss with as much fire as it was given. Tongues danced as they tangled within his mouth. The taste was intoxicating. He might have had quite a few lovers, both men and women, but this wasn’t like him. He didn’t normally allow a total stranger to caress him, to dominate him like this. He only knew he didn’t want it to end.
As the kiss broke, his eyelids fluttered open. He didn’t realize he had them shut. He felt lips pressed to his once more in a chaste kiss before the image of the surfer he tried to desperately find came into focus. The man smiled warmly as he released Apollo from his embrace.
The god was too dumbfounded to speak. Where did the dude come from? It had to be the beach. It wasn’t the ocean because he should have been dead, But Apollo saw him fall from his board.
The thoughts swirled in his mind like a typhoo as the other surfer backed away, his gaze never leaving Apollo’s.
It wasn’t until he reached the corner of the bathhouse and disappeared that Apollo found his voice. “Hey buddy. What the hades? Where did you come from?”
He churned his steps through the soaked sand as he followed. As he turned the corner, he only found his vehicle in the lot. There were no signs of life, no fresh muddy tracks left by another car making a hasty getaway. It was like the other man never existed.
Apollo brushed his kiss swollen lips. It was the only evidence that the other surfer was there. Could he have imagined the whole thing?
He glanced up as a beam of sun pierced through the tumultuous clouds. The rain slowed to a gentle patter on his flesh. He sighed as he made his way to his lonely SUV.
It was time to go meet his new cousins.