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Antinous woke up in the middle of the night like a child who had an assignment for Monday they had forgotten to do on a Sunday night.
“FUUUCK!”, he screamed. Like, actually screaming.
“DUDE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”, Amphinomus yelled back, from the other room.
“YOU DON’T TELL ME TO SHUT UP, YOU WHIM OF FUCKING HUMAN MALFORMATION!!”
The wall was punched.
“QUIT SCREAMING, YOU SON OF A TRUCK OF SYPHILISTIC DICKS!”, Eurymachus, in the same room as Amphinomus barked, punching the wall.
“Yo, calm your tits.”
Almost a week had passed since the year had started and Antinous had already fucked it. What was he supposed to do? How was he gonna find something for Telemachus in just one day?!
And yes, they were celebrating it in January. Greece is an Orthodox country, after all, not a Catholic one. They used the Julian calendar. Not that they were really religious, but they had grown into that culture and got used to it.
Of course, they could celebrate it according to the Gregorian calendar… but they wanted to be special. And also because it gave them more time to buy the gift. Besides, everyone was busy with their families during the 25th and 31th of December, so 7th January was a great opportunity to spend it with your friends and significant others. At least it was that way for Telemachus, Antinous & co. Doesn’t mean everyone in Greece celebrated it like that.
The next day, Antinous was putting on his fucking-ass boots. Maybe if he went to the stores early, he’d find something cool for his boyfriend. He would not look ridiculous again in front of his parents-in-law. They already disliked him enough. Just because he looked like a bad influence . Like he would drive their son to drink and/or smoke!! As if he was a criminal.
I mean, he looked like one, with his tattoos and ear piercings, and built body… and acted like one, getting into fights… BUT he wasn’t.
“Make sure to put a jacket on. It’s very cold outside, my dear”, his father’s voice in his head said.
He sighed and put on his pilot jacket and got out. What was he supposed to buy? A plushie with a heart? It was Christmas, not Valentine's day! What if he made a handmade gift? Nah, he was awful with his hands, at least when it came to handcrafts. He also thought about a book. Telemachus loved reading stuff. But… What if he considered it boring?
The dark skinned one also couldn’t help but wonder what had Telemachus brought for him… or if his beloved had also forgotten to buy something.
He sighed and first entered a grocery store to buy a chocolate box. He was sure it wouldn’t melt, since it was very cold. Not snowy, obviously, but still cold. So cold you could scratch glass with your nipple.
Maybe he could buy him clothes? But wouldn’t that be boring?
“No.” Antinous frowned. He had to push those thoughts aside. If Telemachus really loved him, he’d appreciate anything he’d give him. With that thought in his mind, he stormed into the mall to look for his VERY LOVED boyfriend’s gift, like a sailor looking for his home after not seeing his wife for 10 years.
Of course the brown-haired would appreciate it!, but that wasn’t excuse for the tattoed one to just buy a piece of shit.
Until… he found it . Just imagining Telemachus with it already made him blush. Tho, he already looked good without it…
Okay, just in case I made it sound like it: he was not buying lingerie. Anyways, some miles away, a white-skinned, brown-haired with matching eyes was also busy, preparing his own gifts.
“Telly, what are you doing?”, his father asked, seeing him writing.
“Nothing, just writing a notes for the gifts”, Telemachus pointed at the four gifts he had on his table. All of them very neatly wrapped with different patterned envelopes. They were for: Nausicaa, Phyrrus, Peisistratus and Antinous, precisely.
“Really?”, he smiled. “Which one are you writing now?”
“Antinous’.”
Odysseus' smile dropped.
“Oh… him.”
Telemachus sighed.
“Come on, daaad. At least pretend to like him. For me.”
“It’s just… you know I care about you. I mean, sure he is nice to you, but what about other people? I mean, I remember you didn’t like him either at first.”
“But then I got to know him, dad.”
“How did you even meet him? I mean, I know you were classmates and all, you always complained about him being an asshole… How did that change?”
Telemachus looked down. He remembered how he had heard the dark-skinned crying in the bathroom, thinking he was alone and that no one would’ve heard him. He remembered the voice of Antinous’ mother delivering the sad news to her son, but Telemachus couldn’t quite understand the mumbles. He disliked Antinous, but… it felt strange to see him like that. Someone who always seemed so strong, so fierce, now reduced to a crying mess.
Antinous didn’t show up to the lesson that came after lunch-break. He missed school for a whole week, and then came back like another person. Missing his smug smile and his arrogant attitude. He was now more quiet and demure… more or less. When some guys tried to pick on him, Antinous responded with more rage and beat the shit out of him. He was suspended for a week.
During that whole week, Telemachus wondered all the possible stuff that could’ve happened. Until Antinous came back and he finally gathered the guts to ask. In the same bathroom everything had started. He checked they were alone first, tho. Antinous was washing his hands, which looked like they had been very punished.
“Hey… I just- uh-”, the lighter-skinned one startled, not knowing where to start.
“You what?”, he raised an eyebrow, clearly in a bad mood.
He sighed.
“I saw you crying last week”, he confessed. Antinous eyes opened, as if he had been caught doing something he was forbidden doing. “I-It felt weird, since it was you, and now you’re her-”
Before he could finish, Antinous grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. Telemachus trembled.
“You saw me, huh?”
“W-well, I heard you-”
His grip tightened.
“And what are you gonna do with that, huh? Blackmail me? What do you want?!”
“I-I just wanna talk to you.”
“Yeah! To mock me, isn’t it?!”, he barked, before looking at him dead in the eye. “I swear that if I see someone talking about it, you’re dead .”
With that, he let the boy go, brutishly, and turned around to walk away. Telemachus thought that’d be it… but fate had other plans, and Mrs. Kypris paired them together for a teamwork assignment in her sex ed class. It gave Telemachus the chance to get to know Antinous more. And, at one point, Antinous finally bursted into tears, showing his real feelings, and revealed it.
“M-My father…”, he sniffled. “she died. He-He had cancer and-”
His eyes widened. Of all things, that was the only one that hadn’t crossed his mind.
“Dammit, I-I… I’m so sorry…”, he cautiously reached for his hand… but didn’t touch it. No, he pulled back at the last moment. “I-I didn’t know tha-”
Antinous pulled him into a hug. Not a whim. He had needed this for a long time now. Not even his own mother had bothered comforting him. In fact, she had done all the opposite of what was defined as the word ‘comfort’.
Yes. That had been their story. Quite tragic, right? But now… he had finally found peace. He had moved into another apartment, away from his mother. Away from her cruelty. He had found friends who actually cared about him, and a partner who he adored, and remembered his father like the good man he was. And even if he still needed professional help (something he couldn't afford), he had changed for the better. His days as a boy who terrorized the other kids at school had passed and he had grown into a man.
And now, he was gonna spend time with them. When the sun hid on the horizon, all the young ones reunited with their gifts in Telemachus’ mansion, since the boy was fucking rich, and entered his room, which was big enough for everyone.
“Do you want anything, kids?”Telemachus' beautiful and wise mother Penelope asked. “We made pastries. And Telemachus helped me.”
Everyone thanked her for her kindness and hospitality.
“Your mother and you sure know how to make the best desserts”, Nausicaa commented. “It runs in the blood, I guess.”
“I think it lacks salt”, Phyrrus said.
“Dude, the fuck do sweets need salt for?”, Peisistratus asked. “It’s literally the opposite of what they should be.”
“It’s the opposite of what you are, darling”, Antinous whispered to his boyfriend.
“Ew, dude, get a room”, the red-head smirked, teasing.
“Shut up, menstruation head.”
Then they started opening each other’s presents.
“The fuck is this?”, Telemachus asked to his best friend, Pei-siss-tratus.
“A marshmallow-thrower bow and arrow. You put the marshmallow on the arrow and shoot it.”
“How much did that fucking cost?!”
“Well, how much did the cup for squirrels cost you, huh?! The fuck do I need it for? I don’t even have any squirrels.”
“Maybe you’d have if you had a cup to offer them coffee with.”
Everyone laughed.
They spent hours together, chatting, until it was finally time to leave… for Nausicaa, Phyrrus and Peisistratus. Telemachus and Antinous had plans for after that: going on a walk. Telemachus literally begged his parents to let him go with his boyfriend, when he had earlier told them about it.
He wanted to hold Antinous’ hand so badly, he was literally dying for it, but he knew people in the streets would judge them. Who knew? Maybe even harass them because of it. Greece wasn’t exactly gay-friendly. We’re talking about modern-day Greece here, not ancient Greece, where men would call buttfucking your homie “bonding”.
“Fuck it, come here”, Antinous interwined their fingers. Did they get weird looks? Yeah, but he didn’t care. He knew better than to care about what randos on the street thought about him. They arrived at his house like that. And it looked like Amphinomus and Eurymachus were out.
Quite small, compared to Telemachus’, with only two bedrooms, each one with one bed. It was a bit dusty, and the walls were a bit damaged. They went out to the balcony and Antinous took out a cigarette: a bad habit he had gotten from his mother.
Telemachus stared at him.
“What? Want some?”, Antinous asked.
“Uuuh… sure?”
The one with piercings laughed and ruffled the other’s hair.
“You don’t need it. Believe me, dear, cigarettes are shit. My lungs are probably as dark as my skin by now. I don’t want that to happen to you”, he took a drag. “I haven’t given you your gift yet, have I?”
Telemachus shaked his head.
“Neither have I given you yours.”
“Hmm... Let’s go in, then. It’s getting quite cold.”
The couple entered Antinous’ room, where he had a lizard pet, and sat on the bed. It was still cold inside, but not as much as inside.
Antinous had in hands a small box, wrapped clumsily with a cute striped envelope. He had used so much glue. Meanwhile, Telemachus had a perfectly wrapped present, which seemed to be soft. Maybe they were clothes?
Antinous was the first one to give his present. His loved one carefully opened it and stared at the little black box that could fit in his hands.
“Come on”, Antinous said, “open it, prince.”
Telly did so and he was surprised with a golden necklace, with an ambar in the very middle. Antinous helped him put it on
“It really brings out your eyes.”
“Thanks”, Telemachus smiled, before kissing his cheek, to which Antinous couldn’t help but smile back. “Come on, open mine now!”
“Okay, okay.”
He opened it. It was a warm, fuzzy blanket, cherry-colored. His eyes lit up. Telemachus knew it was always cold in his house. He couldn’t believe it. And he LOVED IT!!
Antinous immediately hugged Telemachus, spreading kisses all over the boy’s face, while he giggled. Antinous whispered stuff like “I fucking love you” and the other way around. Without knowing, he had pushed his boyfriend down the bed.
The black one smirked and caressed his cheek.
“You look so cute like this…”, he leaned down to kiss his lips. Telemachus hummed, putting his hands around Antinous’ neck, kissing him back.
“You taste like cigars.”
“Then good thing I didn’t give you mine.”
They kept kissing, until Antinous pulled out to kiss his neck.
“Hey, not there… anyone could see it…”, Telemachus complained.
“Let them see.”
“No, seriously. My parents will kill me. Do it somewhere they won’t find.”
Antinous huffed and finally agreed. Damn parents-in-law… He asked his boyfriend for permission, before pulling him out of his shirt. Telemachus shivered. Of course he did. It was really cold. The lower-status grabbed his new blanket and put it over them. What a way to use his gift for the first time.
“There, warmer?”
“Yes…”
“Good. Can we… do it?”
“Only if you don’t cum inside me again.”
He smirked and pushed down his love’s pants, revealing everything underneath. And then Telemachus unzipped Antinous’ pants, taking his cock out, which was almost as big as a 500 ml bottle of water.
“Fuuuck…~”, Antinous groaned when Telemachus jerked him off with his feet, until he had a full erection. “Darling… put your legs around my waist.”
The boy did so, presenting his ass. He spanked it before putting his tip in. It didn’t need lube, or preparation. They had already done it a thousand times. They had been dating for like two years already.
“A-Aaah…~”, Telemachus moaned, gripping the pillow.
“Does it feel good?”, he asked as he thrusted softly into his boyfriend’s walls, each time deeper. He got clawed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
They kept going at it, passionately kissing, and when Antinous felt he was gonna come, he pulled out, earning a gasp from his beloved. He came all over him, just to lick it off. When he got the last lick, he kissed Telemachus again, to make him taste his essence.
“Oooh, holy shit…”, Telemachus breathed, a bit excited for the past activity, and sat up.
They cuddled and kissed a bit more, in the warmth of the new blanket.
“Oh, wait, you didn’t read my note!”, Telemachus said, pointing at the ripped envelope of his gift, which had a small piece of paper attached to it.
Antinous raised an eyebrow and got up to pick it up and went back to the bed. He opened it…
My dearest Antinous,
I just wanted you to know, I will always be there for you. My gift is just my love for you, since only words cannot describe my feelings, or at least I’m not able to find them. I wanted something for you to feel my warmth when I’m away. I wanted something to remind you that, even in my absence, I’m still there, waiting for you.
I wish you only well, even if my parents don’t agree. It never stopped me from adoring every aspect of your personality. I love you, but you already know that. And saying it too much will make it lose all its meaning. But just know, I’m here, even if I’m not…
Did that make sense?
Anyways…
Your darling, Telemachus.
The smoker smiled. It was such a heartwarming note. It was a bit corny, sure… but it was from his boyfriend and that already made it a masterpiece. It made it look like Shakespeare himself had written it.
He grabbed him by the cheeks and crashed a kiss into his lips.
Yes… he had definitely found peace.