the Adventures of Goth Telemachus

by The_tetris_king

Summary:

Antinous loves his job as one of the top "Suitors" at his BDSM club. Telemachus wants to blow all his money and get railed. Their worlds collide and it goes smoother than it feasibly should have.

 

He has him in a corner, pushed against the wall and caged. Now Antinous just has to make him feel like he’s prey. The bigger man surges forward, making out in hungry, aggressive waves. Telemachus is all but plastered to the wall. The little wolf tries to get sneaky with it, snaking his thigh between Antinous’, but Antinous won’t let his control slip that easily.

Notes:

Hi, welcome!

As of writing this I think this au will total to be about 15k words, hopefully you guys enjoy the way I take it!

In this chapter, Antinous picks up a walk in client who may be more of a handful than he anticipated.

Chapter 1

A punk looking kid storms in on a quiet night, somewhat early. He slams down a black card and demands, “I want a dom.” 

 

Eurymachus scoffs. “I can tell, kid.” This is the twinkiest twink to ever walk in here. 

 

“I want the best you got, the most expensive, and he’s got to be taller than me.” 

 

That gives Eurymachus some pause. “You can spend as much as you want, sweetheart. But, how tall are you, exactly?” 

 

The twink stands up straighter, but it doesn’t make him any more intimidating. “Six foot.” 

 

“Hmm, limits your options. Well, actually it’s your lucky day! Antinous has a cancellation today. He’s just your type. He’s got quite the waitlist, you’ll be in good hands.” Not that the boy seemed to need much convincing. 

 

“I’ll book him!” 

 

—

 

Antinous looks at the overdressed teen glaring at him. 

 

“So Eury didn’t cover any of the onboarding protocols with you yet?” 

 

The kid shakes his head, biting his lip aggressively. Don’t tell me the term ‘onboarding protocol’ has him hot and bothered?

 

Antinous sighs and shakes his head. He crosses over to a secret drawer and pops out some paperwork for them to fill out. 

 

Antinous sits next to the kid on the bench, resting a hand on his shoulder while he passes the clipboard with his left hand. The boy licks his lips, focused on the information in front of him. 

 

He’s fairly attractive. Pale and pretty, with noticeable cheekbones and jawline. Really, he has the aura of a brat that Antinous cannot wait to kick the shit out of. He just feels rude, entitled. He seems like he would like it. 

 

So there are worse clients to pick up from a walk in. 

 

Though his hot-topic wardrobe wouldn’t necessarily lead Antinous to this conclusion naturally, Eurymachus wrote ‘moneybag’ with two underlines under his name in the schedule. So really there are all types of worse clients to pick up. 

 

Despite all these factors, which should add up in his favor, Antinous already hates him. 

 

When the kid passes him the completed papers, Antinous lets him go to look at the clipboard like a doctor would a chart. Discerning but with a cold indifference. Nothing spectacular here.

 

“A bit young for the scene, don’t you think?” The kid’s only 20, he can’t even drink alcohol yet and he’s paying to get his guts rearranged? It’s a bit strange, though Antinous has served similar clients nonetheless. But normally he’s had the planning session so he’s able to get more familiar with their story. 

 

“Does it matter?” The kid responds defensively. The pup’s got a little teeth on him, Antinous rolls his eyes. 

 

“Touchy. I was just asking, kid. Your money’s still good and all.” Antinous puts down the chart and shifts so he’s facing the boy more formally. He extends his hand to shake. 

 

"My name’s Antinous, but you’ll just be calling me daddy.” 

 

The little wolf shakes his hand firmly, his eyes sparkling with defiance and challenge. 

 

“I’ve got your chart all figured out, and you’ve signed waivers and all. But let me go over the rules one more time for you.” 

 

He keeps it succinct, just saying the things that are house rules at this club and the bare minimum. He’d like to say the instructions were more beginner friendly and in depth than the ones he gives to long term hobbyists, but that’s just not true. He definitely gave his quickest, tight five version of the rules. 

 

What can he say? The kid is clearly chomping at the bit, and Antinous wants to see how far than can get with the remaining hour and ten on the docket. He’s interested. 

 

“It’s too bad we only have an hour left to play, little one.” Antinous stands and extends a hand, which he seems hesitant to take but grasps all the same. 

 

Antinous leads him over to the table rig in the center of the room. Antinous boldly grabs his waist and lifts the boy until his ass is on the table. Touching him feels electric, feels like he’s getting away with something, even through two layers of clothes. 

 

From the kid’s gasp, it seems he agrees. 

 

Antinous leaves his hands there, since he likes it so much, and moves in to crowd his own hips between the boy’s thighs. 

 

“You didn’t tell me your name, baby.” Antinous breathes into his ear. He pulls back and waits for the response. The kid only responds when he tightens his hold on his slender waist in warning. 

 

Antinous can’t tell if he’s being difficult or just overwhelmed. He’ll work him into automatic obedience eventually, Antinous is sure. 

 

“Telemachus,” he breathes out. He’s still got the deer in the headlights look, but then he cows his eyes. “You don’t have to remember it though.” 

 

Antinous can’t tell if he’s being coy or self deprecating. Antinous is almost offended, remembering little things about his clients is a big part of the job. And he’s very good at his job. 

 

Nonetheless, he decides to play along. 

 

“Hmm, I like ‘little one’ better. Or, how about ‘little wolf,’” he moves a hand to tap at the kid's ring. It’s a chunky, ugly thing. A silver wolf head, but it’s almost disguised by all the other ugly jewelry it’s surrounded by. 

 

Telemachus scoffs, “that's ridiculous.”

 

Antinous grabs his chin, forcing eye contact. 

 

“You’re going to stop talking back to me, understand?” 

 

Telemachus nods in his grip, though he doesn’t exactly look eager to please. 

 

Antinous raises his brow until he earns a verbal response from the kid. 

 

“I understand,” Telemachus doesn’t quite spit it out, but it’s got enough tone that Antinous feels his fire stoking. He’s not making eye contact, almost straining away from his hand. It’s been a long time since he’s had a new brat to tame. 

 

Antinous forces his left hand under Telemachus’ shirt only for it to return to it’s possessive grip around his hips. The sparks flying must be mutual again, Antinous muses, because the action breaks another gasp free from the little wolf’s lips. 

 

Antinous capitalizes on the opportunity, fiercely claiming the kid’s mouth. Antinous moves his hand to the back of his head to keep Telemachus in place, but he can’t tell if the boy would even try to escape. He moans into Antinous before quickly becoming an active participant. 

 

They fight with their lips and tongue, it’s hardly what anyone would consider a kiss. Certainly not a good one, and yet. 

 

Telemachus pushes himself to the edge of the table, shamelessly attempting to wrap his thighs high around Antinous’. The kid fumbles a little bit, his over adorned clothes clinking and jingling as his legs slip, failing to find their purchase. He hoists them back up until they fall linked behind Antinous’ lower back, his knees high next to the man’s sides. 

 

Antinous snakes his hand up his shirt to rest on Telemachus’ bare back, then lowers him onto the table. The position he’d laid himself seemed to beg for it. 

 

Antinous stands back up, and takes in the boy beneath him. 

 

He’s panting heavily, looking pretty mussed up for someone who’s only been lightly kissed. Antinous wonders how it would be to simply make out with Telemachus for the rest of their time. 

 

It would drive him crazy, that’s what. 

 

“Wanna strip for me, or should I fuck you around the costume?” Even though Antinous is making fun of him, he kinda likes the look. The layers are fun to play underneath, it’s certainly different. Antinous is a high dollar dom, he hasn’t hung around punks in a good while. 

 

Telemachus hasn’t answered yet, though he does look vaguely offended. He’s still collecting his wits, and just as he opens his mouth Antinous cuts him off. 

 

“You’re right,” he says as if Telemachus had made a good point. “I’ve made up my mind. It stays on.” 

 

Antinous pushes up the kid’s shirt until his midriff is exposed, the black fabric making his skin seem extra pale. With the clothes simply being pushed around, it makes the glimpse of skin extra erotic. Lewd, even. 

 

Antinous can imagine those hentai freaks would be losing their mind at the sight. 

 

Telemachus must get embarrassed being devoured by Antinous’ eyes because he flushes and pulls his shirt back down, covering his stomach bashfully. 

 

“No.” Antinous uses a disappointed, condescending air. “Hands up.” 

 

Telemachus’ limbs shoot up, like a knee jerk. 

 

Hmm. Much more obedient than Antinous thought he would be. 

 

“Good boy.”

 

He looks back down where his shirt rides up to reveal a tiny sliver of skin. Antinous runs his finger along his waistband where it meets skin. 

 

“I’m going to mark you up now.” 

 

Hearing no protests, Antinous sucks bruises into the boy's sensitive hip bone, enough to be very noticeable to the next person he lays with. Luckily, Antinous is a master at multitasking and at undressing others, so he has the goth’s pants fully unbuttoned while keeping at the task of marring his skin. 

 

Though, these pants aren’t going to be lowered much less removed when Telemachus has his ankles locked behind him. Antinous eases one of Tele’s thighs down before ripping off the boy’s shoes. 

 

He has a bit of a harder time with the skinny jeans, and the bastard demon child only watches and smirks with mirth as Antinous struggles with the tight clothing.

 

Antinous leans back in to kiss the dumb smile of the kid’s face, though he has a bit of a smirk on as well because the little wolf was rocking skinny jeans without underwear. Of course. 

 

Telemachus keeps breaking their kiss in an attempt to breathe, now seems like as good a time as any to prep him. 

 

They flip, Antinous lubes up. 

 

Once he’s got a finger in him, Antinous teases, “Do you remember what name you’ll be moaning?” 

 

“Antinous?” The little wolf moans out, though it sounds almost like a question. 

 

“God, that was beautiful. But I was thinking of keeping it more simple.” 

 

He attacks his prostate with more fingers, though he stops after too long because he doesn’t want the boy to cum when he could play with him for so much longer. 

 

The little wolf only follows his prompting to whine at him. Which seems about right. 

 

“Daddy, why’d you stop? I’m so close,” 

 

“You’re a devil, you know?” Antinous replies, bemused. 

 

He flips him again, Telemachus seems more than comfortable as Antinous enters his ass. The kid immediately laches his legs again to bring them closer, his body obscenely arching. 

 

Though as soon as Antinous got the sexy backbend it was gone, in favor of Tele reaching to cling to Antinous’ sleeve. The kid’s a fucking octopus. 

 

Antinous leans over him to indulge the urge to grab and cuddle, Telemachus complies immediately. With his arms thrown over him and the wolf’s hips shifting in a pathetic effort, Antinous finally fucks the living daylight out of the kid. 

 

Based on Telemachus’ wild tossing turning and his moans, god his moans, Antinous would say he’s getting awful close. And while he could fuck him to completion, moaning on his cock, Antinous wants to deny him some more. Edge him until he cries. 

 

Antinous focuses on his sounds and angles his hips just right until he has the boy sobbing. Telemachus throws his head back, moaning pleas and the occasional ‘daddy’ and strengthening his grip on Antinous’ back. That’s about when Antinous works his hand back between them to hold the boy’s orgasm back. 

 

Telemachus’ breath hitches when his dick is brushed, and that’s how Antinous knows he timed it perfectly to ruin his orgasm. When Antinous grips vice-like on the base of his cock, the boy moans so hard he practically screamed. Actually, he probably just fucking screamed. 

 

“Good boy, let it all out.” But not your orgasm, Antinous thinks as he encourages the boy to keep sobbing. Ah, Antinous loves his job.

 

After what he figures is long enough to be frustrating, and the crocodile tears have slowed a bit, Antinous grits out a quick warning, “hold on.” 

 

They shift to fucking against the wall. 

 

It’s perfect, the little wolf can octopus himself to his daddy and it doesn’t deter from their position or get in the way so Antinous can give it to him right. 

 

Telemachus is already shouting out “yes, yes yes” by the time Antinous is far gone enough to be a little delirious and less professional. (Though this never happens with his other clients, it was the heat of the moment okay?) 

 

“Are you mine?” He has to close his eyes and breathe to hold off his own orgasm. 

 

Telemachus doesn’t stop saying yes, but it doesn’t exactly feel like a targeted answer. 

 

“Are you daddy’s little girl?” Antinous prompts, hoping to hit the spot. 

 

The little wolf sobs out pointedly. He starts nodding, before frantically spouting, “yes, yes I’m your little girl please, right there please… daddy—“ he constricts around Antinous even further, the bastard is strong enough to rip fabric and Antinous doesn’t doubt that he draws blood. 

 

“You're gonna come for me in three, two, one…”

 

—

 

Telemachus did not know he could come on command. And he was practically untouched, too. He came so hard his vision whited out but when he regained vision he seemed to projectile cum all over Antinous black shirt and dark skin. Ugggh, he’s so hot. And he’s easing the perfect strokes in his ass still, like his ideal aftershock setting he would program into a dildo just like this. 

 

Telemachus is in cloud nine and it’s all this man’s doing. 

 

The least he could do is say thank you. 

 

“Thank you, daddy.”

 

Something about the statement or the way he said it made Antinous stall in those perfect aftershock fucks, but Telemachus isn’t ready for that to be over. So he starts his hips in a similar rhythm. It’s not as nice, considering he has to do the work himself. 

 

“How much longer do we have?” Telemachus doesn’t try to sound innocent and cute, but he’s told he always has that voice on when he’s being a little shit. Oops. 

 

“Jesus,” Antinous says, but he does  manhandle Telemachus again so really Telemachus is getting his way. 

 

“We have twenty more minutes, perfect for aftercare,” he says, despite how his hips are already fucking him again. A more leisurely pace, sure. Does a lazy fuck count as aftercare? 

 

Telemachus asks as much. 

 

–

At the end of his shift that day, Antinous waves goodbye to Eury, who stops him on his way out. 

 

“Your new goth is being all types of bad in the lounge, by the way.” 

 

Antinous stops abruptly. 

 

“Why’d you even let him back there?”

 

Eurymachus shrugs. “He was very convincing, monetarily.”

 

“Well, if you were hoping for a show, you’re getting it.” 

 

Antinous is not at all surprised when Eurymachus follows him into the lounge. 

 

There’s only a couple of guys here, all regulars hanging out this late. And of course, the goth kid. On his knees in front of someone who is barely paying attention to him. The guy is talking with his buddies, casual. Antinous gets the vibe Telemachus has been passed around the room. 

 

This scene does not sit right with Antinous. The kid’s far too inexperienced for such an intense scene, besides the fact that he did not condone it. But actually, now that he’s mentioned it, Antinous didn’t condone this. That feels important, somehow. 

 

Guess he has to go get his boy.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Telemachus dodges a bullet. Antinous makes a house call.

Antinous drags Telemachus away from sucking some guy’s cock and back into his office. 

 

“Didn’t I satisfy you enough?” Antinous pulls at Tele’s hair so he has to look him in the eye when he lowers his voice. “Didn’t I say you are mine?” 

 

Telemachus’ eyes darken, his cheeks flush. He would be turned on watching the little wolf get all hot and bothered, but his lips are swollen from other men, so his jealousy easily overpowers anything else. 

 

“Yeah, but how would daddy have something to punish me for next session?” he says with a level of confidence Antinous didn’t think he possessed. 

 

“What would you have done if I didn’t come stop you?” Antinous asks, shaking his head. He's mortified for the kid, at any point that could have gone too far. What made him think some random dudes at a club were trustworthy? 

 

“Keep slutting it up, babe!” He sounds punch drunk, flamboyant and rash. “I think this is what I need. Not just some tame fucking, but hours of being used.” Now he sounds contemplative, enlightened. Maybe, high. 

 

“You did not just call our session tame,” Antinous sneers, yanking at the kid's hair. Tele’s defiant expression is riling him up further, but the tone is soured by how messed up the kid got. Drool and cum and just shit all over, it makes him look unstable. Like he’s poorly coping from some sort of breakdown. Mid downward spiral. 

 

“You literally passed out on my cock,” Antinous hisses, manhandling him to get further in Telemachus’ face. 

 

“Let me get this straight. You were so desperate for my attention that right after we fucked, you went and whored yourself out all night just in case I came and punished you.”

 

The little wolf screws his eyes shut, contorting his already uncomfortable looking face before nodding. 

 

“Pretty much,” Telemachus says sardonically. 

 

Antinous sighs heavily. 

 

“Okay, here’s how it’s gonna go.”

 

Antinous ends up drawing up a contract for some simple power exchange. Really, all he’s asking is for Telemachus to tattle on himself. It’s not that hardcore, but he still writes it like it’s an important, binding TPE contract. He thinks the sub will appreciate feeling more legit.  He offers for them to try it until next session. Free sample, and all. 

 

Antinous is already breaking some of his core rules, like ‘don’t work for free,’ but c’est la fucking vie. 

 

“Next time you are about to be bad, you tell me about it.” Antinous says, matter of fact, handing him the paper he whipped up.

 

Telemachus looks skeptical. He also just looks really pathetic and sticky. “Just, tell you?”

 

“Well, yeah. If it seems bad, I’ll tell you the consequences. If it’s not, I’ll absolve your pretty little head.” Antinous ruffles the kid’s hair. It’s kind of gross, and as Antinous noted he looks worse for wear. 

 

“Now, go ahead and use my sink to clean up. You look like shit.” Antinous gestures to his built in wash-up area. He turns away to give the kid a sense of privacy, but Antinous hasn’t bailed yet and he doesn’t quite know why. 

 

–

 

Midway through the week. Telemachus has barely messaged Antinous except for some light flirting late, late at night. One instance of asking “masturbating isn’t bad, right?” With the instructions “get your rocks off, little wolf.” 

• Telemachus: I’m gonna fuck my father’s best friend 

 

Antinous doesn’t respond until twenty minutes later, around the turn of the hour. Must be the break between clients. 

 

• Antinous: You’ve got to be shitting me. The first bad thing you do and it’s this?
• Telemachus: Sorry, I’m not punking you. I’m just that self destructive <3
• Antinous: He probably won’t want a runt like you anyway. 
• Telemachus: Oh, he wants me. 
• Antinous: Well, let me know the results and I’ll let you know the punishment. Smh 

 

Hmm. Not quite the level of riled up he was hoping for from the man. But the restraint and nonchalance is also kinda hot. It’s true that if Antinous told him not to, or told him what’s at stake before, it would only make the act more attractive. Well played, old man. 

 

His mother is still making him host dinner for Polites despite the small fact that she’s out of town, and Telemachus feels like it’s a glaring opportunity to get back at his dad. He knows Polites is gay because his friend found him on grinder. He also knows he likes young men because his friend found him on grinder, so Telemachus thinks he could bag that. 

 

It’s just, his only interest in the whole thing would be the scandal. He’s never found Polites appealing, in fact the man is a total dork. 

 

It would be as weird to sleep with Polites as it would be his uncle Eurylochus. And at least Eurylochus is hot, but ew. 

 

Which, is kinda the whole point, but now it doesn’t sound salacious and sexy, it’s just awkward and lame and desperate. 

 

And he may be desperate, but Telemachus makes an effort not to be awkward and lame. Besides, he’s already desperate enough to pay for sex, he should just allow that one pathetic thing to marinate for a little bit. 

 

So he has an awkward, but fine time with Polites at dinner. He grits his teeth through any questions about going to college and his future plans but they are normal enough. And Telemachus is barely able to stomach himself, imagining the terrible decision he was seriously considering. After dinner, a quick dessert and ushering Polites out of the door, Telemachus is content with his decisions. 

 

He barely has time to pat himself on the back before he’s caught up in wondering what Antinous would say. 

 

7:27 PM

• Telemachus: I didn’t fuck him.

8:00 PM

• Antinous: Clearly. 
• Telemachus: No, jeez, I didn’t even try. I got over it. I was good. Don’t I at least get a compliment? A reward?
• Antinous: For not fucking up your life? For doing the bare minimum? I never promised you any rewards. 
• Telemachus: But i was good and my only reward is a boring evening and an empty bed! 
• Telemachus: …
• Telemachus: Do you wanna come over after your shift? 
• Antinous: What makes you think I’d come over? 
• Telemachus: I don’t know, cus you like me so much :P
• Antinous: I am not doing house calls for you, little wolf. You’ll see me next Tuesday. 
• Telemachus: But I’m so lonely and horny and it’s all your fault! 
• Telemachus: pretty please?
• Antinous: If you’re so desperate go call that guy back up 
• Telemachus: oh, you’re no fun. are you jealous? is that it?
• Telemachus: because you really have nothing to be worried about he’s not even cute
• Telemachus: he’s got this bruce banner, tech nerd vibe 
• Telemachus: like silicon valley, total loser 

9:30 PM

• Antinous: It sounds to me like you just don’t like glasses 
• Antinous: Don’t tell me you get tricked by those dumb teen movies when they take of the glasses and she was hot the whole time 
• Telemachus: well I do love a good makeover 
• Antinous: She's all that? 
• Telemachus: actually I haven’t seen it. I know it’s supposed to be, like, classic or wtever 
• Antinous: Okay kid, I’ll bite. I’ll swing by yours for a movie tonight. I get out at 1. 
• Telemachus: yay!! I’ll get popcorn 🥳

 

Telemachus cannot believe this turned out so good. He went from planning to shoot himself in the foot tonight to having a date with his dom! Well, Telemachus isn’t so naive to think they are starting something here but he’s just excited to see him before their appointment. 

 

The possibilities! They could fuck on the couch, the counter. In the shower, on the bed. Shit, his bedroom! Telemachus slides across the hallway with his socks until he slams into his messy bedroom. 

 

There are clothes thrown over every surface and strewn about in layers of black fabric. Tele has no idea what’s clean and what’s dirty, so he throws everything into no less than three laundry baskets. He pushes the tower of baskets down the hall to hide them in the laundry room, looks like that’s his plan for tomorrow. 

 

Coming back into his room with fresh eyes, it’s not that bad. He makes the bed as good as he can while he has to keep kneeling on it to get the corners. Then he tucks away all his stuffed animals underneath the bed for now. He’s gonna have to call it good. 

 

He’s got plenty of time to clean up and douche. He even decides to plug himself with a fairly small butt plug he had laying around. Might as well make the next three hours of waiting a little more interesting. 

 

With so much time to kill, Telemachus does actually get a head start on his laundry before he winds up staring at his closet debating what to wear. 

 

Both of the options he has laid out scream “trying too hard” but whenever he settles on something that isn’t try-hard, he feels like he won’t be satisfied going halfass. 

 

He ends up settling on something he normally wouldn’t wear out of the house, which is perfect for a house date. It’s this tank top with an off the shoulder sweater situation. Very e-girl. 

 

After throwing on some makeup he settles down on the couch again. He puts on some mindless drivel on the tv. With about an hour till Antinous even gets off the clock, Telemachus decides to entertain himself for a while. 

 

He takes himself in his hand and plays with himself until he’s close, then stops and hurts his nipples until he’s come down enough that it's safe to go another round. It’s almost like he’s mimicking how Antinous edged him in their first session. 

 

He wishes he had some beer or something to offer Antinous when he comes over. He always thinks it’s cool and grown up when his friends have beer to give him when they are just chillin. But neither him or his mom drink, really. Occasionally they’ll open a bottle of wine together on the weekends, but offering wine just sounds like too much. 

 

Ugggghhh. 

 

About when Telemachus was whining and bemoaning his own awkwardness there is a knock at the door. 

 

Of course Antinous knocks like a fucking cop and doesn’t bother with the doorbell. 

 

—Ant arrives at Tele’s house 

 

Oh, so this is what Eurymachus meant by moneybags. 

 

The place is a mansion, but not just the old-timey mansions that make you house poor. Like modern, custom built, glass everywhere, walk around your glass house naked rich. 

 

Antinous sort of feels like the big bad wolf knocking on the door hoping some innocent little thing is home for him to gobble up. 

 

Without so much as a second at the door, Telemachus opens up. And god, he looks excited. 

 

This was a bad idea. Antinous has no need to get wrapped up in the kid like this. This is a choice that he should stop making. He should turn around right now. 

 

Instead he steps over the threshold, into the boy’s space and kisses him to shut him up. Who knows what he was prattling on about, but now he’s gaping desperately in Antinous’ arms. 

 

Yes, this is how it should be. Antinous can feel a plan forming. It’s already in action, really. Make the rich kid reliant on him. Antinous can become a vampire and bleed him dry. Plus, he gets to have fun playing with him. Win-win. 

 

Antinous doesn’t need to like someone to plan his life around conning them for a while. 

 

Antinous pushes Telemachus against the wall nearby. He puffs his chest out, shoulders and posture becoming big and all encompassing as he brackets the boy, leaning in seductively. He knows exactly what this kid wants. To feel small, cornered. Powerless and overwhelmed and taken care of. Antinous can deliver all that and more. He is the fantasy.

 

Antinous leans down into the boy's face, but doesn’t quite touch. He can see Telemachus resist, thoughts crossing his face like an open book before he caves and reaches up for a kiss. Antinous can feel his own smirk grow, then he indulges the little wolf in the chase. 

 

He has him in a corner, pushed against the wall and caged. Now Antinous just has to make him feel like he’s prey. The bigger man surges forward, making out in hungry, aggressive waves. Telemachus is all but plastered to the wall. The little wolf tries to get sneaky with it, snaking his thigh between Antinous’, but Antinous won’t let his control slip that easily. 

 

He grabs the boy’s waist and forces him to straighten again. 

 

“Stay,” Antinous growls, squeezing his hold for further emphasis. Antinous is just the slightest bit obsessed with the little wolf’s waist and how easy he is to manhandle. 

 

He’s almost impressed by how long the two of them say occupied making out against the wall. He can tell the little wolf is getting desperate and frustrated, but he hasn’t squirmed enough to be considered disobedient yet. 

 

“We can fuck on the couch…” Telemachus says, breathy and oh so sweet. 

 

Antinous likes the sound of that, but he doesn’t want to stop torturing the kid quite yet. He’s so responsive and easy. Just a little longer. 

Antinous moves to marking up Telemachus’ exposed collarbone, subsequently freeing up his mouth to beg more. 

 

“Or on the table…” Telemachus supplies again. 

 

“Bed—” then Telemachus gasps loudly, interrupting his already scattered, pathetic attempt at talking, “floor. Anything, jesus, just fuck me!”

 

Antinous keeps eating the kid alive, barely doing anything more than making out and marking him up but he’s significantly riled up all the same. You know when making out with someone is so hot you just know the sex is going to be fire? Yeah. That’s the feeling Antinous is reveling in. 

 

Antinous is grinding against Tele now, bruising and tickling and licking his neck. Telemachus seems to be getting a little delirious with want, with the anticipation. 

 

“Did I mention I’m prepped? Because I'm prepped.” He rambles out. Antinous doesn’t want to spare a thought that he may have prepped for someone else, originally. So he doesn’t. 

 

Antinous thinks of better things, like the wolf begging. 

 

“Do you want it enough to beg for it, little one?” Antinous leans back enough to see the boy’s expression. He doubts Telemachus would notice much. 

 

“What?” he asks, but not in an offended tone. It sounds more like he’s so braindead that he couldn’t process the order. A soft noise of confusion, a little wolf lost without his shepherd.

 

“Please, please can I sit on your cock?” Antinous provides an example, blithely. 

 

The boy nods, then swallows visibly. 

 

“Please, please can I sit on your cock?” Telemachus repeats, his eyes blank and his intonation parroting Antinous’ own, which is to say bland and heartless. Don’t tell me I’ve broken the boy already. 

 

Despite being slightly, not that worried, Antinous treks forward all the same. Besides, he wants to try something. 

 

Antinous grips Tele by the chin, tilting him up to make eye contact. He’s hoping the rich kid will regain that sharp look in his eye, he knows it’s in there somewhere. 

 

“How about, ‘please daddy, I'll do anything.’” 

 

Like a switch, the boy tunes back in when Antinous says ‘daddy.’ 

 

“Please daddy~,” Telemachus leans into it, basically moaning out the word. “Please let me sit on your cock. I’ll do anything, I need it.” 

 

It’s much better, full marks as far as Antinous is concerned. 

 

He tucks some mid-length hair behind the kids ear, soothing. “Of course, babygirl. I’ll treat you right.” For the time being, anyway. 

 

Antinous leads him deeper into the house, arm still tight around his waist, leading Tele around bodily. 

 

When he sees a large sectional, he leads them over to it. Antinous sits and deposits the little goth on his lap. He goes willingly, almost limp. Antinous is surprised by the depths of his submission, he’s surprisingly docile for being such a spitfire. 

 

“Good boy.” Antinous decides to throw in there. “Now, lube?” 

 

Telemachus shakes his head. “Don’t need any.” 

 

Antinous tightens his grip on his waist. Wouldn’t it be a marvel if he had bruises there too? 

 

“That’s not what I asked.” He says, stern. Subs eat this shit up. 

 

And this one is no different. He sees a shiver run through Telemachus before the kid crawls to the right on the couch. And that sight should be illegal. His flat ass is right in Antinous’ face, but the goth’s pale thighs, exposed due to his revealing clothing, are what really draw Antinous in. Oh, he needs to ruin him. Ruin him more, that is. Be more mean. 

 

Apparently, Telemachus has some lube hidden deep in the recesses of the couch. Deep enough Antinous doesn’t expect it was placed there for them today. It seems more like emergency lube. 

 

“Slut.”

 

Telemachus whines at that. 

 

Antinous drags him back from behind, leaving him scrambling to stay on all fours. Antinous pushes down the shorts to finally expose his ass— his plugged ass actually. He only pulled one of Telemachus’ legs out of the shorts, but he's overwhelmed by the desire to touch and have and ruin.  

 

Antinous smacks his ass pretty firmly– oh the kid’s surprised moan is everything. 

 

“Should I punish you for all that cocksucking now, or should I just give you what you begged for?” 

 

Telemachus whines and pushes back, arching into his hand and stretching out like a kitten. “Both.”

 

He hits the kid square on his ass three more times but promptly abandons the idea of punishment. Telemachus is an absolute glutton for it, and Antinous is too turned on and impatient to cater to a painsult at the moment. 

 

Antinous pulls out the plug a little rudely. Then he leaves the sub there, panting and reeling from the spanks. Or, more like on the brink of orgasm from it? 

 

Regardless, Antinous strips his shirt and undoes his pants just enough to pull out his dick and lube up. They fucked clothed last time, and Antinous doesn’t see why he should disrupt a sexy status quo. Having Telemachus’ bare ass on his dress slacks, dripping all over him and rubbing up against him every single bounce– it's such an enticing power trip that Antinous simply has to indulge. 

 

He’s sure the rich kid would foot the dry cleaning bill.

 

Leaving on Telemachus’ sweater has the added bonus of some feminization. While Tele marked it as ‘neutral’ on the kink forms, Antinous was watching him like a hawk as he filled out that shit. You see, the little wolf actually wiped sweat off his hand before bubbling in neutral on ‘feminization,’ and it was one of the only kinks he hesitated on. Antinous loves reading people, getting a glimpse of something true and bearing down on it like a pitbull. He actually can’t help himself, it’s just too good. 

 

Antinous leads him by the waist back onto his lap, and then onto his lubed cock. He’s tight, mmhm, perfectly tight. 

 

“Tele, baby, fuck.” 

 

Telemachus moans out again. The kid moans like a porn star and just as frequently. 

 

Antinous leads him to bounce, little porn star noises as obnoxious as ever. 

 

“Good boy,” Antinous skims his hands down until he has a hand around each thigh. Telemachus has a desperate rhythm going which is pleasing him, but Antinous just thing one thing needs to change. He needs Telemachus to fuck himself deeper, he knows the boy can go even more brain dead than this. 

 

Antinous manhandles him, holding him down on his cock and forcing his thighs apart until he stretches just that little bit more. Antinous imagines the burn in his thighs right now, how his hips will be sore and complaining tomorrow. 

 

He claims him with a cruel kiss, then leaves a stark, dark bruise right on top of the mess he’s already left on the right side of the little wolf’s neck. 

 

Antinous has been grinding up, small movements hopefully reaching deep and tantalizing in Tele’s thirsty hole. But once Telemachus let’s lose again, using whatever leverage he can gain to ride Antinous beautiful and wild, Antinous meets him halfway, bucking up to meet his downstrokes. 

 

He can hear himself grunting, hear the kid’s brief, aborted breaths and moans. 

 

“So perfect baby, so good for me.”

 

Telemachus doesn’t respond for a few beats, but Antinous is a little taken aback when he says “harder…” 

 

Telemachus has drool running down his face, his black eye makeup running with tears and sweat. He’s more than perfect for Antinous. A little treat, a doll just for him to ruin. 

 

Antinous now moans out “yes, yes, yes,” as he lays into the boy above him. He’s holding down Telemachus’ thighs to create a harder thrust, but if he can’t get him there from below, Antinous has no qualms with flipping them and fucking him from behind until he falls apart. 

 

Still wanting to give the riding position it’s chance, Antinous fucks hard, losing some control in the process. He sloppily reaches a hand under the goth’s sweater. Once he reaches the boy’s hardened nipple, he pinches it firmly, hard and unrelenting. 

 

Tele’s face blossoms and contorts with pain and pleasure, whispering ‘please’ under his breath seemingly subconsciously. 

 

He flicks and pinches the nipple once more before he has mercy on the bobbing twink above him and strokes Telemachus to completion. It doesn’t take much, Antinous is sure to be firm and mean with it until the boy chokes and spasms around him. 

 

Seeing the little wolf’s lax face, body shuddering with the orgasm and attempting to milk his cock all the while, Antinous is overtaken with his own climax. Just the idea of staining the slut’s innards with his seed has Antinous’ eyes rolling back and his hips moving freely. 

 

He plans to ruin him, milk him for all he’s worth and then finally own him fully. Antinous won’t let anyone stop him from taking what’s his. 

 

Antinous clutches the boy to him, front to front, leisurely fucking into him and gently petting all over. Antinous ditches the sweater clinging onto his pet, but leaves the similarly soaked and very feminine undershirt. 

 

“Pretty thing,” he muses as he pets down the kid's musseled hair. He hums out deep in his chest and feels Telemachus sigh into him. 

 

Fuck, I guess I’ll let the kid sleep right now, he rolls his eyes. Anyone else fancy wandering around another man’s house after fucking their son stupid? 

 

— the morning after

 

Tele wakes up in his own bed, he feels sore in a good way. There’s a heavy bicep thrown over him. He follows it to find a large and toned man— oh it’s Antinous! Isn’t that just nice.

 

But not actually, fuck! What time is it? His mom is coming home in probably like ten minutes or something! 

 

Telemachus checks his phone, and as he suspected there’s a text saying she’ll be home in about 15.

 

He looks down at the handsome man sleeping soundly in his bed. Antinous’ large form makes Telemachus’ queen bed appear small and undersized. The man really is handsome, positively dreamy to be honest, but the problem still stands that he is a full grown man. 

 

His mom would lose her shit. 

 

Tele reaches over and shakes him firmly. He will have none of that awkward can’t wake someone up nonsense. 

 

Antinous’ eyes flutter before he groans and covers them with his hand. 

 

“Do you like coffee?” 

 

Antinous yawns loudly then pegs him with a charged look that Telemachus translates roughly as ‘the least you could do is make me some fucking coffee,’ so Telemachus scrambles to the kitchen and gets a cup started with the keurig.

 

Telemachus finds Antinous’ dress shirt near the couch with the remainder of his own clothes. He also spots his emergency lube and dives for it, bringing everything back to his room. The shirt is all wrinkled now but it’s clearly a nice brand and shit. 

 

The man’s dress pants are folded up on Telemachus’ bedside table. Tele imagines him undressing just to cuddle him at night and doesn’t mind the thought at all. It’s honestly really sweet that Antinous spent the night. And now Telemachus has to throw all that shit out the door. It’s a shame.

 

“I know it’s awkward, and embarrassing, and rude , and pretty much fucked— but can I go ahead and push you out the door, my mom’s coming home any second now.”

 

Antinous looks up at him again, slow and processing, before he laughs out, “Pffft. Yeah, whatever, little prince.” 

 

He ambles out of the bed to stand right in front of Telemachus, grabbing the shirt and then dressing while standing just a little too close to Telemachus. It’s kind of domineering, super hot and like, casual. Antinous’ elbow brushes Telemachus and he inhales sharply. 

 

Antinous reaches forward and touches his shoulder lightly. “Lead the way, kid.” 

 

Telemachus shakes himself out of his daydreaming and leads them back to the kitchen. He brings the coffee to Antinous, who is on the couch fixing his shoes. 

 

“Cream or sugar?” Telemachus offers, though he has a hunch how the man prefers it.

 

“No, thanks.” 

 

“I knew it!” Telemachus exclaims, “you seem exactly like the type of grown-up to take your coffee straight!”

 

“There are other things I like sweet.” Antinous says, playfully. “Alcohol. Meat dishes. My little wolf.” There’s a glint in his eye, Telemachus knows he’s being made fun of but he honestly just likes it. He likes being called sweet, rather than a disappointment. He likes that Antinous called him ‘mine.’ 

 

Telemachus places the hot mug in Antinous’ hand, then tries to slip himself into a hug or something. Antinous gives him exactly what he wants, wrapping his left arm around Telemachus’ waist and tucking him under his chin before taking a sip of the coffee. 

 

It’s so domestic and sweet and Tele wants it to be just like this with his boyfriend. His imaginary boyfriend that is like Antinous in every way and– Damn it, he can’t have a crush on the guy he’s paying! It's unprofessional, not to mention rude. Surely there are ethical problems too. But also, Telemachus looks sideways up at Antinous, comfortable cuddling him like this. Like a couple, like there’s nothing unnatural or forced about the moment at all. The two of them just work. 

 

Telemachus tries to shake himself out of the daydream he’s having where this is his life, actually. Seeing his mother’s iPad out on the coffee table is enough to remind him of the time constraints. 

 

“I’m so sorry, but you really really have to go,” Telemachus awkwardly pleads from underneath Antinous’ chin. “I’ll make it up to you?” He offers, half hoping.

 

“It’s no big deal, kid.” Antinous takes one more big sip of his drink before placing it down, half full, and walking toward the door. 

 

Telemachus grabs the drink and trails after him. “Take it. And I really am sorry.” 

 

Antinous raises a brow as he takes the mug back. Then his eyes crinkle fondly, but not quite a smile rests on his face. His tone adopts some bravado, “you really can’t stand to see me go, huh?” 

 

The suitor slips all the way out the door, but he peers through once it’s almost closed.

 

“Have a good day, little one,” he says, almost soft. Then he closes the front door, leaving a stalling, stunned Telemachus. 

 

–

 

Antinous pulls up to a stop sign and takes a sip of his coffee. He shakes his head, a physical reaction to how awkward and stupid the kid is. But for some reason, he’s smiling as well. He reminds Antinous of himself, young, energetic, and headstrong. Trouble-bound. 

 

He starts refining his plans for the little wolf’s next session but after a while he gets interrupted by a text tone. 

 

At another stop, he takes a peek. 

 

Little Wolf: oh and let me tip you good ;)

Little Wolf: where’s the payment info again? 

For some reason the message dulls his bemused mood. For a minute or two there, he was thinking of his job as a dom in that dedicated way he gets sometimes. Inspired. 

 

But of course the spoiled brat has to go remind him he’s nothing more than a male escort. A body to be bought. 

 

But when Antinous looks down at the pink mug Telemachus sent out the door with him, he’s having a hard time being mad at the kid, even just in his internal dialogue. Something in his head is saying this is his brat, and if there’s something wrong with the kid it’s all up to Antinous to fix it and straighten him out. Like an ice cream bar Antinous is going to melt him down until he’s unrecognizable and remake him into his image, frozen there forever more. 

 

Pft. That is the dumbest thing he’s ever thought. 

 

Notes:

Hello!
I'd love to hear any thoughts or ideas you have, I think I will have to up the total chapter count after all..
I have more written but it probably won't be as fast as this XD

Chapter 3

Summary:

Antinous and Telemachus' second appointment. But with 20% extra emotional fluff!

Notes:

Warnings: Spanking, crying, sappy sex

So it’s Tuesday night and Antinous can’t tell if he’s excited to see Telemachus or dreading it. Particularly, Antinous is still angry at himself. He can’t believe he let his shitty little feelings get hurt last week when the kid sent him a tip. 

Honestly, it was the correct thing to do! The polite thing, a social obligation. The little wolf would basically be a jerk if he didn’t offer to pay for that session. 

 

And that’s why Antinous is mad at himself for being butt hurt about it. He hasn’t gotten his feelings all mixed up with clients since he was really green. And even then, he was hardly irrational about it like this. Antinous has been scolding his inner self. No! Do not feel all invested in this boy! Among other, more strongly worded remarks. 

 

Despite what he tells himself, Antinous is a right hypocrite. 

 

Don’t think about the little wolf, he tells himself. 

 

Then he proceeds to plan their next session, daydreaming away when he’s supposed to be working out. Also a notable time he almost cut himself cutting up vegetables. 

 

Next thing he knows he’s picturing the kid when he’s with other clients. Never do that! 

 

That’s how you end up distracted, forgetting important things like current client’s boundaries. Things like professionality. Antinous almost found himself leaning to kiss one of his more submissive clients. Can you imagine? What a disaster.

 

Antinous is trying to convince himself he’s not down bad. 

 

Regardless, the session he has planned is sweet. He thought long and hard about what Telemachus actually wants from this, and what might be a nice thing to do for him. 

 

Antinous, thinking about being nice? And for a brat? I know, he’s gone beyond repair, totally and unequivocally down bad. At least, according to Eurymachus. He thinks he’s the matchmaker of the century.

 

For the plans, Antinous is trying to cover all the bases of what the little prince truly craves. Attention, for sure. But really, someone who actually pays attention, really listens and can see deeper. He wants stability, a comforting and domineering presence that can make his hind brain shut down. And, of course, he wants sex. 

 

The day of their appointment, Telemachus walked straight to the same bench tucked in the back corner of the room where they filled out the preference paperwork. He’s fidgety, body language excited and all but he seems willing to hear out any orders or ideas Antinous has. Which is good. He’s a good kid. 

 

“So I’ve got a few things I wanted to cover today, before we get started.” 

 

Telemachus nods, messing with his rings and jewelry before abruptly stopping his motions and sitting on both hands. 

 

“I want to go ahead and offer you a standing appointment with me. I normally schedule every other week, if this time slot doesn’t work for you, Eurymachus can fit you in.” Step one, stability. This isn’t just some ephemeral hookup, Antinous plans to be there for the little wolf. 

 

Telemachus nods aggressively. 

 

“Yes sir! Please, um. I mean, thank you!” He loses a bit of steam by the time he says, “I’d like to take you up on that.” 

 

Antinous can’t tell if he likes the way the kid says ‘sir.’ Something about it is too formal, very JROTC. It doesn’t suit him. ‘Daddy’ rolls off his tongue much better. Antinous tucks that information aside. 

 

“I was also thinking…” Antinous goes on, walking around the table, playing a little cat and mouse. “We’d start every session with a spanking.” 

 

The goth-clad boy catches a gasp. “For, punishment?” He asks stuntedly. 

 

“Do you want it to be?” Antinous grins like a cat, too. 

 

Telemachus starts to nod before he changes his mind and shakes his head. He looks puzzled, frowning enough to make his cheeks look slightly puffed out. It’s juvenile but Antinous still wants to eat him alive. 

 

“Not for punishment.” Antinous clarifies. “Just for maintenance.” 

 

“Maintenance?” He asks, tilting his head. 

 

“If I decide my little pet needs to be spanked every week, are you going to tell me otherwise?” He stalls long enough that he’s sure Telemachus isn’t going to quip back before moving on.  

 

“I think my little prince really, really likes it. Ready to test my theory now?”

 

Tele nods and gets up, but he seems hesitant to move closer to the dom. 

 

“Strip.” 

 

“Like, sexy-like or…” he asks. He’s so obnoxious. 

 

“Efficiently.” Antinous answers. But his clothing kink seems to be holding strong because he can’t just let the little wolf remove his dog collar first. 

 

“Everything but the choker.” Antinous interrupts. 

 

Telemachus snaps the jewelry back into place, blushing. He then hastily slips off his shoes, followed by the hoodie and shirt. He throws them on the bench, along with a handful of bracelets that jingle as they clatter around. Lastly the black skinny jeans, and then Antinous is witness to the full expanse of the kid’s back. When he turns, Antinous realizes he hasn’t even seen him naked yet. 

 

Antinous whistles. He’s got pale, pretty skin, all but flawless but with plenty of moles and beauty marks. What’s surprising is the lythe muscles he’s sporting, lean down to the wiry biceps. He doesn’t really have excess on him, maybe other than baby fat still being held in his face. Antinous wouldn’t have guessed, but it looks like the little prince has quite the workout regiment. 

 

“Okay baby. Damn.” He says appreciatively. 

 

He walks over to help him to the table, attempting to cut down on more awkward time than necessary. 

 

He pushes Telemachus until he’s leaned over the table, back and ass exposed to Antinous. “Do you want the paddle or my hand?” 

 

“Your hand, please.” Telemachus’ voice sounds watery. Is he already crying before even being touched? Is the little wolf alright? 

 

“Okay,” Antinous soothes, also soothing a hand down his back. “Are you doing okay, what’s your color?” 

 

“GreEeen,” he warbles out. Yep, he’s definitely already crying. That’s what maintenance is for, anyway. But. Should Antinous be worried?

 

—

 

Telemachus is already crying and he hasn’t even been touched yet. If he had to guess, it’s this whole biweekly prescheduled spanking thing. It would seem, his subconscious is very excited to have a scheduled, set aside and dedicated time where he can cry his ass off and someone will hear him, and comfort him. Not that Antinous is much of the comforting type, but that’s okay. 

 

Telemachus sniffs, Antinous’ hand is petting him and it’s perfect. It’s what he didn’t know he needed. Maintenance. 

 

Antinous lifts that same hand and smacks him in the ass. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels good. All the same, Telemachus chokes out a sob. His crying has become more vocal, but he’s letting it happen. That’s the whole dom sub idea, right? Telemachus can let go and Antinous will take care of things for him, at least for a while. 

 

Telemachus trusts him, even if he’s mean and sometimes makes fun of him. Telemachus wants to know where Antinous would take him when he trusts. 

 

So Telemachus let’s Antinous take him away, hitting his buzzing skin while Telemachus releases anything holding him back, just crying like his body wants to.

 

–

 

By the time Telemachus is done crying his whole heart out, Antinous has stopped spanking him. He’s petting him, his ass, back and occasionally ruffling his hair. Once he looks up, Antinous quietly addresses him. 

 

“That was twenty. I was planning on only ten, but it seemed like you really needed more.” 

 

Telemachus nods wildly. He wants to say something but it seems the kid doesn’t have the words. Antinous is going to extrapolate some meaning here. 

 

“You’re welcome baby. You did good.” Antinous climbs up on the table to cuddle with Telemachus more. “You are so good. You were perfect for me.” 

 

“Really?” 

 

“Yes. Who said you weren’t perfect?” Antinous adopts a firm voice, still petting the sub who is now clinging to his side. 

 

Telemachus eventually answers with a disappointed “everyone.”

 

“Who are you gonna trust, them or me?” Antinous said with his usual bravado.

 

Telemachus moves a little bit, squinting his eyes up at Antinous from below. 

 

“Them.” The little wolf decides on. 

 

Antinous chuckles, “well, in this room, I’m the authority. Got it?” 

 

Telemachus nods. He’s not really being bratty, but he won’t just blindly follow along either it seems. 

 

After a while more of cuddling, Antinous asks what Telemachus wants to do next. The wolf says he just wants to kiss.  Which is great, because Antinous wasn’t prepared to keep his hands to himself and be a perfect little caretaker even though it seemed like it might be necessary. 

 

Now he can be the perfect caretaker like this, with a hand on Telemachus’ reddened ass and his tongue down his throat. Antinous is sure he can be real gentle about it. 

 

They kiss and kiss. Antinous pulls the kid on top of him until they are both lying on the padded table setup. 

 

Antinous remembers musing about kissing the boy for a whole session and here they are. Antinous doesn’t think they’ll get much further than kissing for minutes upon minutes, until time has no meaning. And that doesn’t even bother him, for some reason. 

 

He almost feels, the way they are kissing isn’t really kissing. It’s more tender and heartfelt and shit. For lack of a better word, making love. Antinous has had some amazing sex, and some intimate moments he’s really understood and seen his partners, but now that he’s experiencing it, he knows he’s never made love before. 

 

Now that’s not to say he’s not turned on, because he is. Telemachus seems to be burning on the same frequency as he is, their kiss tinted desperate and deep after so long. With a wave of increased fervor, Telemachus descends both on Antinous’ mouth and on his dick, grabbing at him through his pants. 

 

In that moment of shock, Antinous doesn’t squeak out ‘little wolf,’ or maybe even ‘baby.’ Actually, he breathes out—completely involuntarily mind you— 

 

“Telemachus,” between their lips like a prayer— but also like the sound of something being broken. 

 

Antinous figures it’s the sound of his sanity breaking like a dam. 

 

They both surge back in for a hungry kiss that is messy and shouldn’t be good. Teeth clanking, not just teeth clanking— it seems the man above him is trying to take a bite out of Antinous’ face.

 

Antinous hisses as the little wolf draws blood. It seems to please Telemachus though, a low hum of approval rubbles through him before he lavishes the bite with his tongue. He’s lapping it up like a fucking vampire, goth ass kid. 

 

Antinous pushes Telemachus to his side and rids himself of his pants. Antinous already ditched his shirt when he was cuddling and administering some of the softest, best aftercare he’s ever even attempted. Has anyone ever so thoroughly tamed Antinous as to get him to play soft and careful? 

 

He detests the idea, but he’s also a little turned on by the thought as it exits his mind. 

 

Antinous pushes himself on top of the little wolf now, his eyes drawn to Telemachus’. Tele’s hazel eyes are burning deep with want and feeling, perhaps much like his own. Antinous kisses him like he has something to prove. 

 

The taste of blood moves between their lips, Antinous stakes claim on Telemachus with his lips and tongue as thoroughly as he knows how. One of his hands finds it’s way to the prince’s throat, resting softly near the ridiculous collar he wore. 

 

Antinous ruts against Telemachus beneath him, he finds the friction not quite satisfactory. He fears if they simply frot, Telemachus will get mouthy and call him tame again. 

 

Antinous prefaces his words with a slight tightening around the little wolf’s throat. Just enough to get his attention, you know. 

 

“Should I take you in my hand and finish us now, or do you want to wait longer and go all the way?”

 

He gasps, or maybe moans, looking dreamy and dazed below Antinous. He can’t resist pecking another kiss on his fucked-out lips. 

 

After stalling even longer, well maybe just a couple beats, Antinous asks, “Well?” all deep and seductive, right into Telemachus’ ear. Like he’s about to eat him up either way. 

 

Telemachus takes the opportunity to attach himself to Antinous’ back, clutching at him harshly. He’s a sub that should come with a warning sign, this boy has teeth and claws. 

 

“Now, please.” Telemachus gasps desperately in his ear, clawing and clutching with need. 

 

Antinous can’t help but grin.

 

“Good boy,” he rewards, removing any pressure from his neck. Antinous takes them both in hand, thrusting experimentally. He groans heavily, lulling his head over the prince’s shoulder.

 

The little wolf is too passive, other than the oh-so-cute noises and suspicious maiming of Antinous’ back. Adjusting slightly, Antinous snakes his hand underneath his barnacle and hoists them until they are somewhat upright. 

 

“Come on, little wolf. You’ve got more than that in you, surely.” 

 

All his taunting gets Antinous is Tele bullying him by the hair until their lips meet again. His hips sway slightly, but Telemachus seems more than content for Antinous’ thrusts and hand to do all the work for them. 

 

He rolls his eyes at his little pillow princess and kisses him harder. 

 

When their lips part, Telemachus whines into him. “Daddy, I thought you said now.”  

 

Antinous picks up speed, another involuntary grin ripping across his face. He’s such as fucking brat and Antinous loves it. 

 

He spits into the space and starts his hand twisting, just right. Why’s he working up a sweat just fucking into his own hand?

 

“See, now you’ll be bad for me? Maybe you just don’t get to come, how about that?”

 

Tele whines and hides his face in Antinous’ shoulder. 

 

Antinous figures that he should reward the behavior he wants to see. 

 

“I guess I can’t really fault you. I’ve only ever rewarded you for back talk. Luckily for you, I for one like my babies talkative,” Antinous says, abandoning his own cock to pay attention to his sub’s. He plays his thumb across his slit, hitting him just right to make the boy orgasm in moments. 

 

“See, you’re always perfect for me,” Antinous whispers, stroking him firmly. He doesn’t let up an inch, slightly distressing the younger man, by the end of his aftershocks he’s kicking and complaining. He moans out, an uncomfortable and delicious noise, before Antinous decides to have mercy on him. 

 

Antinous switches back to his own erection, continuing his punishing pace while he decorates Telemachus’ chest with one sizable hickey. His mess eventually joins the other boy’s, panting and straining on top of him. 

 

Antinous already wants to flop over and cuddle up, but he figures he should double check his clock first. How much time is on the session, maybe ten more minutes? 

 

They’ve gone over. Antinous doesn’t know if he’s ever gone over accidentally, but especially not thirty whole minutes! He bolts up, ready to be worried about his next customer and just generally stressed until he remembers Eurymachus’ matchmaking schemes. The guy is so invested in making fun of Antinous and his little wolf that he scheduled Telemachus last, “in case you wanna take him home to ride,” or whatever the fuck. 

 

Antinous flops back down in relief, attempting to drag the little wolf on top of him.

 

“You good there, kid?”

 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m good.” He pushes up from Antinous’ chest, looking into his eyes.

 

“Are you good?” Telemachus asks in a neutral tone. 

 

Antinous chuckles. Sweet. 

 

“Yeah, I’m happy. Just lost track of time, it surprised me.” 

 

Telemachus sparkles with the information. 

 

“Really?” 

 

Antinous shoves him back against his chest.

 

“Don’t let it get to your head.” 

 

“Oh, it already has.” 

 

Antinous has to remind himself not to invite the boy over. That it’s a bad idea. Don’t do it, don’t do it—

 

“Got any other plans tonight?” He finds himself saying despite himself. 

Notes:

For some reason I decided to post twice a week, all the amazing sharpwolf authors who update so frequently must have inspired me!

I'd love to hear if you like it, and I'm very excited for the next two chapters! See you guys friday (maybe, hopefully.)

Chapter 4

Summary:

Antinous unintentionally(?) instigates some chaos between Telemachus and his best friend.

Notes:

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, but I have to warn you now there's no smut here haha😩

Another painfully domestic morning with Telemachus. They’ve been hooking up for weeks now, little over a month. This time Antinous is hosting. He kinda gets a head rush from seeing Telemachus in his bed, in his t-shirt. 

 

It’s been such a long time since Antinous bothered to date anyone that he’s completely forgotten the joys of possessive behavior. The ridiculous, downright disrespectful hickeys left on his boy are another reminder of just how much his little wolf would let him get away with. 

 

Because he’s mine. 

 

Telemachus must have noticed that he’s being watched, lounging in Antinous’ bed like he’s posing for it, because he speaks up on the manner. 

 

“Nobody's ever wanted me like this.” His tone is shy and unsteady, a stark contrast to his comfortable and flaunting body posture. “Like more than just hook ups, no one's been interested to get to know me and shit. Like, I’ve never dated someone before. Not that we’re dating,” he shakes his hands to dispel the idea, awkward and blushing. 

 

The kid continues to stick his foot in his mouth about how he definitely doesn’t think they are dating, but Antinous is not so sure. Antinous isn’t going to say something now, of course, but he thinks if they were dating, this is pretty much how he would date somebody. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. This is exactly how he’d date Telemachus once they were past their honeymoon phase, which would consist of a bunch of flashy dates and compliments and rough fucking (probably just a smidge more frequent than what the pair have been up to recently). 

 

The kid is trying so goddamn hard to be casual that he’s missing the big picture, but Antinous decides to let it slide a little longer. Besides, the kid’s turning 21 soon and Antinous would much prefer a 21 year old boyfriend to a 20 year old one. Or, maybe he’s just a coward. He’s stalling, because there is the slightest shade in the back of his head warning that if he pushes too hard he might lose this. 

 

He needs to think of something to deflect so Telemachus will stop explaining how he definitely doesn’t have it wrong and totally understands their causal friends with benefits situation. 

 

“But if we were to date,” the little wolf goes on, “I’m sure it would be great, it’s just. That we aren’t. Definitely not dating.”

 

Antinous needs to shut him up. Ah, he’ll just tease him mercilessly! 

 

“If no one will date you, who’s that person you're always texting?” Antinous asks with a sparkle in his eye. 

 

Telemachus pauses. He contorts his face with a cute, obtuse look on. “What, Peisi?”

 

Antinous nods, magnanimous. “Yeah, sure. That guy.”

 

He doesn’t seem to get it. “What about him?”

 

Antinous lays it out for him, equal parts teasing him, and well, teasing him. “Well… Does he like men?”

 

Telemachus scoffs. “Duh. We’re gay best friends.”

 

“Well then he wants to fuck you,” Antinous taunts. 

 

Telemachus throws his hand on his chest, aghast. “He does not!”

 

Antinous is willing to humor him, leaning into the silly tone a little. He makes a little covetous clawing gesture with his hand and demands “okay then, let me see your phone.”

 

The little wolf gives him a weary side eye, but passes his phone nonetheless. 

 

Antinous flips to the message app, clicks on ‘Peisi’ who was at the top of the list, and only scrolls for a moment before his final verdict is passed. “He definitely wants to fuck you.” He allows himself to look smug as if he just found irrefutable evidence, leisurely returning the phone. 

 

“What the fuck? No!? What do you mean?”

 

“No, that's just the life of having gay friends,” Antinous says wisely.  “You all sleep together eventually. Even if it's drunk and it doesn’t count. I think i’ve fucked all my friends. Well, except Melantho, but we’ve made out in front of her fiancé a couple times. It’s a whole ass thing.”

 

The kid is not exactly buying his spiel. “But I digress, what I'm saying is, aren't you the least bit curious?”

 

“Curious about Peisi in bed?” he trails off. He sounds highly skeptical of the thought.  Maybe he really does only fuck with older guys. Gotta respect a man who knows what he likes, Antinous supposes. Huh. Antinous is just glad he’s moved the topic away from anything hazardous to his own survival. 

 

They banter a little more before Telemachus is on his way.  

 

–

 

4:35 PM

• Little Wolf: so he definitely likes me
• Antinous: Oh great, finally gonna play with somebody your age?
• Little Wolf: no, not great. Terrible 
• Antinous: ??
• Little Wolf: he said he loves me and it’s a whole mess
• Antinous: ooooh it’s that deal. I should’ve known
• Little Wolf: why, because I’m that charismatic and lovable or some shit? Don’t bullshit me 
• Antinous: Every teen gay needs an unrequited childhood friend crush. You're just lucky to be the recipient of the crush instead of the lover boy. 
• Antinous: You'll be fine. Your friend on the other hand, he’ll be fucked up by you for the rest of his life. 
• Little Wolf: ouch, you are not making me feel even a little bit better 
• Antinous: wanna come over here and I’ll kiss it all better?

Five minutes pass

• Little Wolf: I don’t really wanna fuck. :( can we just hang out?
• Antinous: sure 
• Little Wolf: really? 
• Antinous: yeah, of course. I don’t say shit I don’t mean. 

 

Antinous’ first instinct was to be happy for the kid to have an opportunity to sleep with someone who’s a peer. He was just musing about the joys of possessive behavior, but let’s be real. If Telemachus were to sleep with somebody else looking like that, Antinous can only revel in the jealousy and questions it would raise. 

 

Turns out the whole situation was a nonstarter anyway, actually Antinous almost feels bad for poking the bear. Hopefully the kid’s friendship will survive this, yikes. 

 

But considering Telemachus is crawling right back to his apartment, no, Antinous does not find it in him to feel particularly guilty at all. 

 

And now Antinous is daydreaming about Telemachus sleeping with strangers covered so thoroughly in his possessive bites and bruises, blushing and having to explain for his over enthusiastic lover. He tucks the idea aside, perhaps he can work it into a role play later. 

 

–

 

“Okay, so me and Peisi were hanging out. And I'm going to stop you before you say something smug or something, I’m not even that curious.” Telemachus makes another face at the thought of sleeping with his friend. He helped himself to flopping onto Antinous’ couch. Antinous hovers nearby, doing some straightening, with hopes of appearing casually invested in the conversation. 

 

“It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have said anything. You totally got into my head and then I was wondering, does Peisi think about us hooking up? So I asked him.” He grimaces. 

 

“How, exactly did you phrase it,” Antinous asks, leaning into the gossip vibe. He can’t resist. 

 

“I was real casual, like ‘wouldn’t it be crazy if we fucked?’ And then Peisi asks me if I’m joking. And then he gets all serious and tells me to stop joking.”

 

“And then I was confused, because like I get it, you wouldn’t fuck me, but is it that bad? Don’t get all offended and shit. So I just kind of bluescreened and then told him I didn’t understand, what’s the big deal?”

 

“And then,” he puts emphasis on it, the story doing a beautiful job of snowballing in front of Antinous’ eyes. “Peisi confesses to me, kinda angry like. He said he knew I didn't like him back. That I was, quote, ‘taunting him like he could be one of my quick trysts.’” Telemachus chews on his mouth for a second. 

 

“And then, I just kind of left.” He sighs. “It’s probably a good idea for us to take a break. I didn’t know he thought of me like that.” Telemachus lets the silence sit for a moment. 

 

Before being a dramatic drama queen ass bitch. “Uggh, now I’m single and I don’t have a best friend. I guess I’m doomed to be alone.” He sinks into the couch, moody teenage angst dripping from both his posture and his chosen outfit. 

 

“I’m literally standing right here.” Antinous says, feeling a bit like a disgruntled cat. 

 

“Yeah, but you know what I mean.” 

 

“You know what kid? I don’t know what you mean. Let's cut the bullshit. You are wrong. People like you enough to date you. I like you. Do you want to go out sometime?” Antinous confesses, sounding borderline combative. Oops. Poor Telemachus has had two jerks angrily professing their love at him today. 

 

Telemachus sits up.  

 

“OMG yes, are you kidding? You want to date me date me?” His mood flips like a switch. He’s so excited he just starts talking, not leaving room for Antinous to confirm. Which, he would’ve. 

 

“Okay, first things first,” Telemachus says, stopping Antinous’ heart in his chest. Clearly, he’s gonna bring up the sex work thing. Antinous really hoped this wouldn’t be the conversation, but especially not the first thing the two of them talk about. Antinous was hoping to bring it up on his terms, when the time was right. I mean, Telemachus didn’t seem to have a problem with it before but–

 

“What stupid pet names have you got?” Telemachus leans forward to drill Antinous for the information. “It’s my understanding that the highest, most important privilege of having a partner is being allowed to call them stupid things.” He blabbers on. 

 

“Partner?” Antinous trails behind, relieved. His mind got the best of him, it seemed. Telemachus is more concerned with silly names. He sighs out, relaxing. He flops down to sit next to Telemachus.

 

“Yeah, is that okay? Is that too fast? I guess we can just start with ‘boyfriends,’ if you want.” There goes his little wolf again, trying so hard to be the type of casual he’s imagining that Antinous wants. But he doesn’t want casual, he wants exactly as much as Telemachus would give him.

 

“Partner is fine, kid.” He throws Telemachus a sideways smile. Teasing, but also serious about it. 

 

“And by the way, you can stop calling me kid so much! We’re dating now, and all. It’s probably weird.” He’s blushing. Hmm. Antinous is 100% sure that Telemachus doesn’t actually want him to stop with the nicknames, but he may as well offer. 

 

“Do you really want me to stop?” Antinous leans over him. Antinous has that tone of voice on that sometimes gets him in trouble, but it seems like Telemachus appreciates his shit-stirring nature. They are two trouble makers after all. 

 

Telemachus pushes his face away, playfully roughhousing. “Yeah yeah, you're right. It’s cute, I’m into it. But you already have nicknames for me, I’m talking about you!” 

 

He straightens, and gets a mock-serious air about him. 

 

“What embarrassing names did your mom call you, or your grandma? You seem like a grandma's boy.”

 

Antinous remains tight lipped, grinning. Antinous hasn’t had this much clean, comfortable fun with anyone for years. He forgot just existing can be easy, sometimes. With the right person.   

 

“The obvious one is Ant. Or Anti, I guess. It’s cute, but sounds like ‘Auntie,’ so, I don't know.”

 

Antinous tries to usher the boy onto his lap. “You can call me anything you want, baby.”

 

And he likes that, calling Telemachus ‘baby.’ That he could be his in front of everyone. If they are together now, it doesn’t quite feel real.

 

“No, you are not getting out of this by being all sexy, I need to know embarrassing pet names now!” he whines, moving in to tickle a defenseless Antinous. Luckily, he’s not particularly weak to it, but he still doesn’t appreciate the sentiment . 

 

“Fine! If you won’t give me any, I’ll make up my own,” he humphs. “Fire ant, ooh that’s kind of fitting. Hmm, leaf-cutter ant, eh. OMG I’ve got it! An-tin-ous,” he pronounces it slowly and overdone, “Take away the An to get ‘Tinous. So, Tiny! That’s what I'll call you, my tiny little anteater.” 

 

Telemachus pokes him on the nose to emphasize his final verdict. 

 

The truth is, Telemachus was not far from sleuthing it out. The neighborhood kids growing up all called him ‘Tony,’ Antinous being too much of a mouthful to hope for. But he’s happy to leave it be, besides he prefers hearing the little wolf say his full name. It still gives him chills. He wonders how long they have to date before the luster wears off.

 

“What about you?” Antinous dares ask, moving his date closer on his lap, “Was Tele your nickname growing up?” They are moving beyond hook ups, maybe it's okay to inquire. 

 

“Yeah, I guess… We’re more of a full name family. Peisi always called me Tele though. I like your pet names better.”

 

“Oh? You like being called little wolf, or little prince?” He’s fully teasing the boy now, deepening his voice until maybe they can move on to a different type of talking. 

 

Telemachus immediately hides his blush in the crook of Antinous’ neck, but surprisingly he shakes his head. 

 

“You forgot one,” he whines. 

 

Antinous pets his pet while he hums, pretending to think. Clearly boy and kid don’t count so Antinous guesses he’s taking a pet name from the realms of ‘during sex only’ into light.

 

“Princess? Babygirl?” Antinous affects his voice, as much sex as he can fit in. “Baby, you are all that and more. My little angel.” 

 

Telemachus’ erection brushes up against him before he dares bring it up. 

 

“Do you still not feel like having sex?” Antinous inquires with a smirk.

 

“Or should we go on our date first?” Antinous rubs up against the boy on top of him, hoping to sway his opinion. 

 

“Date?!” Telemachus sits up, ramrod straight. “We can’t go on a date, I have nothing to wear!”

 

Antinous leans back to give a skeptical look to the fully decked out goth boy in his lap. “Don’t tell me that’s not going out worthy?”

 

“Tiny, getting ready for a date is a whole day affair. This is certainly not appropriate. What kind of date? Where, how nice is it?”

 

“Surely not a whole day affair? I was planning to take you out at least two times a week! Just dinner, bowling, whatever! Showing you off to all the sorry bastards that are missing out.” Antinous counters, hoping this whole day thing can be negotiated downwards. 

 

Telemachus narrows his eyes. “Who’s paying for these alleged two dates a week?”

 

“I am, of course!” 

 

Telemachus sure knows how to insult and push a man’s buttons. He’s not some sugar baby, and he’s definitely not about to con the kid out of all his money. Anymore.

 

“Unless, you take offense to that?” Antinous offers, trying to extend and olive branch after snapping at him. 

 

“Fine, we can alternate.” Telemachus says definitively, and dammit he played into the kid’s hand. “I’ll dress up real nice when you’re taking me out, and then I’ll dress up normal when I take you out. Since you are so concerned with how long I take to get ready.” 

 

He is such a brat, Antinous thinks for the nth time. 

 

“So no date tonight?” Antinous asks.

 

“Definitely not.” Telemachus grinds down on Antinous, making him hopeful that they are going to play.

 

“Wanna fuck and get takeout?” He asks, already leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. 

“Yes,” Telemachus huffs out, relieved and annoyed, right into Antinous’ waiting lips.

Notes:

I have several scenes written for this AU that don't fit into the chapter outline I have written, so it looks like I might make some extras one shots or a second fic for leftovers. And of course, I upped the total chapter count to six because now I'm obsessed with the epilogue I have planned. For Peisistratus fans, don't worry, they make up by the epilogue!

I hope you liked this chapter, feel free to let me know thoughts and requests.

Chapter 5

Summary:

In which, Odysseus enters. Sort of.

Notes:

I’m gonna need yall to extend your disbelief with me for a minute. Please hold my hand while we jump over the shark, and I hope you like it haha.

Odysseus is harsh on his son, he knows that. Though he only sees him over the phone occasionally, he’s striving to be like his father or Athena. An authoritative presence that will give Telemachus a chip on his shoulder, something to prove. He is pushing his son to be legendary. Insuring he lives up to his potential. 

 

He hasn’t really heard much from his son ever since that tournament one, maybe two years ago. Odysseus figured he was keeping his head down. 

 

Apparently not. 

 

What really gets him is that it’s his contact turning on him, upending his whole meeting and undermining his authority. Maybe if it was a foreign power or some other player, Odysseus wouldn’t let it get to him this much. He wouldn’t be cracking at the moment. 

 

“Your little Odysseus isn’t as flawless as you all think. He says he’s thought of everything, that he has everything under his control, but he doesn’t even know his son was galavanting around with male prostitutes. He–”

 

Odysseus cuts off Ares’ blasphemy. 

 

“Keep my son’s name out of your mouth!” He hisses, but Ares bulldozes over him. 

 

“-has been doing so, quite publicly I might add, for months.” Ares says it like it means something. Odysseus is rushing in his head to pick up pieces and produce a counter argument, but it seems Ares is more prepared. 

 

“A man who doesn’t run a tight ship at home can hardly be the best choice for a whole country's intelligence. Just saying,”   Ares says, a shrug in his voice before he hangs up the call, leaving a blank ‘no signal’ screen to haunt Odysseus. 

The conference room devolves into chaotic squabbling. He hears bits and pieces, luckily about half the room is more offended that Ares would speak out against Odysseus rather than taken up in some perceived scandal about his son. 

 

Odysseus reigns them in with a simple, seething, “Quiet.”

 

“I have a call to make,” he says in a measured tone. “Proceed with the meeting’s next business without me.”

 

–

 

Telemachus is surprised to see his father ring him. They have all their few calls for the year planned out ahead of time, written in permanent red on Telemachus’ calendar. Something about ‘confidentiality,’ no cell phones aloud on compound. His father has never called him outside of their schedule. 

 

He hesitantly picks up, eyeing his phone like it’s going to bite him. 

 

“Hello father,” Telemachus has been rather cold to his father lately, but his surprise probably still shows through. This is as rare as a blue moon after all. 

 

“Put an end to this foolishness, Telemachus.” Oh, he’s really pissed off. This is the type of angry where he’s boiled past anger and into a seething, quiet power. Telemachus has never really seen it, except in himself. 

 

“What did I do?” He tries not to sound defensive. 

 

“Hurry up and accept the position Athena set up for you. I won’t have you delay any longer. Accept your potential or go find your own way. But don’t expect any more help from me.” He sounds firm and short on patience. Unfortunately, it’s Telemachus' knee jerk reaction to talk back. Especially to his father. 

 

“Mother won’t allow you to—”

 

“Am I talking to your mother?” He cuts Telemachus short. 

 

“No sir.”

 

“That’s what I thought. Now I’ve got a mess to clean up. And son, stop fooling around with those boys for hire. It’s a bad look.” Click. His father rushed to hang up, leaving no room for Telemachus to respond by design. 

 

What the fuck just happened.

 

What. The. Fuck.

 

This is unprecedented. His father has never given the slightest shit about what he does with his time, with his life. Now he wants him to go work for Zeus out of nowhere?

 

Telemachus seethes about it a while on his own. Normally he would call Peisi to vent, but they’ve been acquaintance-zoned. It only got worse when Telemachus let slip that he and Antinous are actually dating now. 

 

He would vent to his boyfriend, but they’ve barely got into all that. Telemachus likes it this way, to be honest. He feels like Antinous knows the real him, not just Odysseus’ son Telemachus. Telemachus is worried he’ll either a) be impressed by his dad or b) think less of Telemachus after seeing what a pathetic loser he is, a mutt begging for a scrap of his father’s attention. He’s not sure which would be worse. 

 

Really, Telemachus just feels naive. Like, what did he expect? 

 

Originally, he did go to the suitors in hopes of receiving a call just like this one. Getting a little petty vindication after blowing some money on some obnoxious thing. He didn’t expect to be thrown out, or the threat of it. 

 

Maybe he can vent to Antinous, now that he’s technically not hiding his family name from his boyfriend. He ended up dropping the ball at their first official date, about three months ago. But, ughh. It’s just way too much change to tell Antinous about all their family drama, Telemachus doesn’t have the heart for it right now. 

 

Telemachus doesn’t want to, but he caves in and calls his mother. She’s at some sort of business convention right now, but she let Telemachus know that she has oodles of free time if he wants to talk. She’s practically dying of boredom between panels. 

 

He is, unfortunately, taking advantage of that offer fully. 

 

“He comes in here, doesn’t know shit about me, hasn’t done shit for us and has the gall to say he’s disappointed?” Telemachus has already worked himself into a mess. 

 

“Sweetie, your fathers just stressed.” As always, his mother is on clean up for Odysseus, slowly attempting to calm down her bruised and bristled son. Telemachus is sick of it, sick of putting her in this position. Sick of his father putting her in this position. 

 

“He’s dealing with dangerous people,” she tries, “he’s probably just concerned for your safety.” 

 

Telemachus scoffs. “My safety? He wants me to go work for Zeus. Before I know it, I’ll be one of the guys, best buddies with an arms dealer. Father is only concerned with his reputation, not my quality of life.”

 

“Honey.”

 

“Not even Athena wants me to work for Zeus! My father is more morally bankrupt than master Athena, I can’t even imagine!” Telemachus is worked up enough, so he goes ahead and drops the bomb. 

 

“He said he would kick me out, you know.” 

 

What’s your excuse for him now, mom?

 

The call is silent for a moment. He’s sure she’s still eager to defend her husband, but this one is harder to sugar coat. He wishes his mother could see Odysseus without the rose tinted glasses of their apparent whirlwind love story. 

 

“You've met my boyfriend. You can tell him it's not that bad, right?” Telemachus pivots. His voice falls quiet, crashing down his bed with a hump of defeat. 

 

“You wouldn’t actually kick me out, right? He can’t make you?” 

 

Telemachus has spent a couple years thinking of his dad as a big bad wolf, but not really. Not actually hating him, much less thinking of him as someone who would boss around his wife. He’s just thought of him as someone he loves, who is comically shit at timing and ultimately a coward when it comes to emotions. More like a villain in a kids show, Telemachus has been mad at him, but not once afraid. He has to rectify his mental image of the man once again. This time, he has been given a clear ultimatum. 

 

“He said work for Zeus or get kicked out on my ass,” Telemachus steels himself. 

 

“How much do I have in savings from those sponsorships? I could live off that for a few months, right?”

“What are you talking about! Telemachus, you’re not moving out. It’s ridiculous! Your father is only bluffing, I'm sure of it. We haven’t even spoken about it.” She says it like that’s all there is to it. 

 

“And you’re right, he can’t make us do anything,” she reaffirms, sounding confident. Telemachus can imagine her disappointed head shimmy when she murmurs, “What’s gotten into him?”

 

“How about you go work out, honey? You sound like you could use a break. We’ll figure it all out,” she’s using her gentle mom voice on him now, but he can’t find it in himself to mind. 

 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you’re right,” Telemachus tries to keep sarcasm out of his voice. His mom did nothing wrong, afterall. And she is a badass. She’ll probably give his father an earful. 

 

“I think the punching bag is still up from last time?” She offers hesitantly. 

 

“Thanks mom. Sorry for ranting at you.” 

 

“Anytime,” his perfect mother says, because of course she does. After a quick “I love you, bye” from both of them, his mom hangs up. 

 

Telemachus glances at his phone. 

 

He still has like, three hours until Antinous is swinging by to pick him up. He’s got time to work out, then shower and get ready. 

 

The punching bag sounds so good right now. 

 

–

Antinous swings up to Telemachus’ mansion– yes an honest to god mansion, he still can’t get used to it, even after dating him for months. It makes sense though, considering their family’s high profile. Antinous was shocked to hear who his boyfriend is related to, it took a readjustment period to be honest. Though considering the size and scale of the house, maybe Antinous is just a dumbass for not even considering it. 

 

Here’s how it happened.

 

–

 

“I’m sorry Mr. Anthony. Your party was late to your reservation so we had to give away your table. There are no more openings tonight.” 

 

Considering this is their first official date, it’s going terribly. Antinous could not drag Telemachus out of the house until forty minutes after their reservation time. He really wasn’t joking about that whole getting ready shit. 

 

Antinous is about to lead them out of the busy waiting room, when Telemachus whispers in his ear “I’ve got this babe,” then all it takes is two words with the host and suddenly they are whisked to a table. 

 

“What did you do, pay them off?” Antinous jokes as he pulls the chair out for his date, trying to maintain his sauve aura despite being embarrassed as all hell. Even though it’s his boyfriend's fault they are late. Still embarrassing. 

 

“I just flashed my name. I don’t feel as bad doing that at poncy places like this, no offense.” 

 

“None taken.” Antinous narrows his eyes. Is Telemachus going to share with the class, or does he have to ask? Who the fuck doesn’t know their “partner’s” last name. Asking is kind of embarrassing, so Antinous schemes to get cute with it. Nothing is embarrassing if it’s a bit. 

 

Descending into his own seat, Antinous extends his hand to shake. 

 

“Well, it's so lovely to meet you, thank you for coming all this way to meet me tonight. I’m Antinous Eupheithes, what’s your name, beautiful?” 

 

Telemachus giggles and allows Antinous to kiss his hand after shaking it, playing up some chivalry. 

 

“Charmed. I’m Telemachus Argonaut,” Telemachus says, grinning. 

 

“Wait, really?” The name rolled off his tongue like it was really his, but surely not?

 

Telemachus averts his eyes, gritting his teeth awkwardly. Huh.

 

“Well, shit. I knew you were rich but I didn’t know you were the Argonauts. As in the founders of this entire neighborhood? Mysterious, rich and powerful?” Antinous doesn’t want to freak out and be uncool, but damn. It explains the mansion. 

 

“No, actually.” 

 

Antinous exhales. Okay, just weird coincidence? 

 

“That’s my uncle, not us.” 

 

Antinous is glad he didn’t have anything in his mouth or he would have done a spit-take. It would be less surreal if he just found out he was dating a Kardashian. 

 

Luckily the waiter shows up and fills in some of the quiet left as Antinous picks his jaw up off the floor. Once the little prince has ordered a wine or whatever, Antinous feels the need to poke fun.

 

“So you really are a little prince?”

 

Telemachus rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well if Jason and his kids are like royals, then my family are the dark underbelly of royalty.” 

 

“Oh?” Antinous raises a brow, intrigued.

 

“Actually, no, that’s mean. My mom is a philanthropist. She’s great.” He huffs, the unsaid counterpart of the sentiment holding weight. But Antinous has known about the daddy issues, it’s fine. He will try to refrain from googling their family, or at least goad Eurymachus into researching them for him. 

 

Yeah, that sounds like the perfect gray zone of morality. 

 

Imagine that, Antinous and his halfway famous handsome little boytoy. 

 

–

 

Anyway, since then it’s been weeks of cute dates and slowly uncovering breadcrumbs of information about Telemachus and his life. 

 

He even spoke with Telemachus’ mother, Penelope. She’s an amazing and proud woman, to say the least. Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal for Antinous. Not only has he been single for about ten years, completely out of practice ‘meeting the parents’ but he’s also almost twice Telemachus’ age and a sex worker to boot. 

 

But Penelope flawlessly straddled the line between being highly suspicious of him while still treating him with decorum. Antinous has to appreciate that she treated him like a human being, because he knows from experience most of those rich types will not give him the same courtesy. 

 

Antinous knocks on the front door, slightly surprised not to hear his boyfriend yell that he should let himself in. Not to sound conceited, but Telemachus is normally pretty excited when Antinous is coming over and practically falls over himself to see him in. He doesn’t know if he’s ever waited at the door like this. Antinous decides that Telemachus would tell him to let himself in, so he might as well just do so. It’s been long enough, it’s not that weird. 

 

Once he enters the foyer, he can hear a distant and slightly troubling sound. It sounds like a muted impact noise along with the muffled sound of Telemachus grunting. Maybe Telemachus is on the treadmill or working out really hard? 

 

Antinous, bold as ever, wanders through the mansion following the noise. He finds himself opening a door he has never tried before, leading into a garage type space he didn’t know existed. It’s rigged to the nines in workout equipment, highly specific equipment at that. 

 

Off to the corner of the room is his Telemachus, absolutely wailing it on a punching bag. Which is set up near what looks like a boxing ring. Clearly something’s wrong, the kid hasn’t noticed his presence and has his brow furrowed intensely. He’s going all out, sweaty and red and just angry. 

 

Antinous makes himself known by teasing his boyfriend. “Woah little wolf, didn’t know you had it in you,” he proclaims loudly so he can be heard over the punching and shit. 

 

He looks slightly surprised to see him, but not taken aback. Telemachus wipes his forehead off with the back of his arm, then gives Antinous a shrug. 

 

“Yeah, well.” He sounds so weirdly defeated. What’s so wrong about an awesome workout space?

 

Antinous looks around the room again. Specifically sized mats and rings, every type of cardio equipment you could want. Seems a little much for a home gym, but whatever, it’s not Antinous’ money. Then his eyes land on a padded table, pretty similar to the ones they buy at the club. 

 

Is that for physical therapy? To further confirm his hunch, there’s a strange silver vat Antinous can vaguely remember kids using for ice baths in high school football. 

 

“Okay… What do you play?” Antinous is going to be so nonchalant about this. He won’t fuck anything up by being pushy or butthurt. Nochalant is a choice and he is going to make it. 

 

He sighs. “Mainly Judo. I prefer playing MMA rules, but Master Athena banned me from MMA after my third concussion.”

 

“Okay so you’re one of those rich kids that skipped school for international level sports?” Antinous tries, making a leap. He pretends like he knows what he’s talking about, but this is the kind of thing he only really hears about on TV. If any of his other clients do professional level sports, he doesn’t know about it. 

 

Telemachus fiddles with his hand wrappings, embarrassed.  “Yeah, well yeah.” Why the fuck does he sound so bummed out about this? It’s cool as hell! What’s the big problem? But he’s nonchalant. He’s not going to scare away his skittish boyfriend. 

 

“Why didn’t you mention it?” He couldn’t resist asking, but he makes it sound like no big deal. Hopefully. 

 

“I was embarrassed,” Telemachus says. 

 

“Embarrassed of being an international ranking athlete?” That’s dumb. 

 

“I’m not embarrassed about being an athlete, I’m embarrassed because of why I’m an athlete.” He snaps, fist tightening. 

 

“So?” Who cares why? What’s that even supposed to mean? An achievement is an achievement. 

 

“So, you’d be embarrassed too if you got to the highest level possible just to get daddy’s attention and it didn’t fucking work!” Telemachus punctuates his frustration by returning to the punching bag, throwing a myriad of punches. 

 

Antinous thinks about what he knows about MMA, which has even less rules and protection to the players than boxing. He’s imagining concussions and split lips and broken skin on knuckles and muses that Telemachus can relate to the feeling of compromising your body, your pride.

 

Antinous decides to hold his tongue and see what else Telemachus might say. 

 

“Great man. Great man, that’s what they always say.” He throws some more punches, the bag swinging wildly with the force of it. “Your father is a great man son, you should be proud,” he mocks. 

 

“If I never hear the word ‘legendary’ again, it’ll be too soon,” he all but spits out. 

 

Antinous makes his way over and tries to steady the punching bag for his boyfriend. He figures his input isn’t really needed for the vent session though. 

 

“What about my mom’s legendary? She has a library named after her in honor of all she’s done for this city, but no it's always ‘your father’s such a great man.’” He wipes more sweat off his forehead with his arm. 

 

“What about aunt Helen? Isn’t she great?” 

 

Telemachus pauses his assault on the punching bag for a moment. He’s breathing heavily. Antinous has to peek around the bag to see, but Teleamchus’ eyes tear up as he stands on this precipice. 

 

“What about me?” He says it softly, like he’s afraid to admit it aloud. Like he’s going to be chastised for owning his achievements. 

 

Antinous is proud of him for even saying it outloud. He hopes the kid will fight for himself, even admitting he wants to is the first step.  

 

“I have world records,” he’s looking down at his own hands now, tears flowing without shame. “I have national titles, aren’t I great? Why isn’t that enough for me?”

 

He pauses. 

 

“I don’t feel great,” he whispers, and Antinous decides he’s seen enough. 

 

“Come here,” Antinous offers, opening his arms to embrace his boyfriend. 

 

Telemachus follows, crushing himself into the man. He’s sweaty and snotty and Antinous hugs him as hard as he can.  

 

“Fuck em. I think you’re great,” Antinous says into Telemachus’ hair. He tries his best to sound normal and genuine and not use his deep dom voice to bully the little wolf into accepting the compliment, although his instincts wanted him to. 

 

But this is about being people, not power dynamic shit. Antinous clutches his boyfriend tighter. 

 

–

 

After a while of Telemachus crying it out and being soothed by his boyfriend, Antinous finally breaks the silence. 

 

He asks if they can spar, nodding to the regulation size judo mat. Telemachus raises his brow. 

 

“I know you are buff and everything, but do you practice hand to hand often?”

 

Antinous shrugs. “No, not really. Seems fun though. Maybe you can teach me, sensei.” Antinous says mockingly. Half-mockingly, probably. 

 

“If you’re prepared for the consequences, step into the ring,” Tele says, throwing his arms back and loosening up. He had to remove his boxing gloves, preparing for the grabs and throws of judo. 

 

“Okay, to make it fair for you, you’re just gonna try to get me off the platform. Like sumo. You also lose if you get pinned for 20 seconds. A throw is also a loss. I’ll be careful.” He smirks. “But it hurts like a bitch,” the cocky little brat sticks out his tongue. 

 

“So you would lower your center of gravity,” he exemplifies by crouching down. “You’d probably want to go for this area,” he gestures at his own chest, “and catch me by surprise. If you can.”

 

Antinous goes ahead and charges, hoping to surprise the kid like he said. But he just smoothly steps aside, shoving at Antinous a little. He successfully fucks up the man’s footing, and Antinous stumbles across the mat, lucky to catch himself before he falls out of the ring. He feels like Telemachus could’ve made him fall, the kid is obviously just toying with him. 

 

Antinous approaches more cautiously this time, he takes another lunge when he’s close enough. Antinous agrees that pushing him off the mat seems like the only way to get an upper hand on a trained opponent, but Telemachus is far too slippery. 

 

Telemachus only plays with Antinous for a few attempts, just enough for Antinous to become frustrated and reckless before the kid takes the offensive. 

 

Telemachus grabs his arm after Antinous rushes at him and surprisingly upends Antinous’ whole point of view. 

 

Suddenly, Antinous is looking up from the ground, Tele utilizing what weight he has to hold him down for a good second. Well, apparently twenty seconds. When Telemachus releases him and stands to bow, Antinous can’t resist grabbing at his ankle and pulling him down to his level again. 

 

Naturally, that earns Antinous a surprised guffaw from the athlete. 

 

“You are so much hotter now that I know you are competent,” Antinous informs his boyfriend, who's currently giggling on the floor on top of him. 

 

“You thought I was incompetent?” Telemachus giggles out, mock affronted. 

 

“Well, you seemed like a rich boy cringe fail to me,” Antinous jokes.  

 

“Fair enough,” Telemachus responds. Their tone is much lighter than before, he’s glad to have dissipated some of his pent up emotions. 

 

“But no,” Antinous darkens his voice, rearing up into his boyfriend’s face on top of him. He’s going for sexy now. 

 

“You could beat the shit out of me,” Antinous pecks a kiss to a bemused looking Telemachus, “and that’s so fucking hot. Is the house empty? Can we fuck here?” 

 

“Want me to pin you again?” Telemachus offers, grinning like an idiot. He’s already straddling Antinous, but he doesn't think he’s getting out of this without another bout of wrestling. 

 

“No, I think I get the idea,” Antinous tries anyway, grabbing Telemachus by the ass to hopefully distract him enough to avoid any more embarrassment. 

 

“No, I don’t think you do,” Telemachus is clearly eating this up, enjoying the flop in their dynamic. Antinous is a little puzzled, though, because Telemachus could’ve pulled this out at any time. Either he’s far more submissive than Antinous thought, or he was really dedicated to hiding his fighting prowess, which rings a little unsettling to the suitor. 

 

Telemachus moves, attempting to pin Antinous down again by the arm that was grabbing the younger man’s ass just a moment ago. 

 

This time, Antinous is able to break free a little bit, but all he can do is crawl away just a little, playfully shoving and kicking at his lover. 

 

They end up crawling around on the mat like idiots, chasing one another and laughing until they succumb to the throws of laughter and Telemachus finally gives up on besting Antinous, because it would prove nothing. They both know who’s the world class athlete here. 

 

His little wolf’s secrets run deeper than he had thought. 

 

“So you admit that I'm stronger?” Telemachus gloats. 

 

Antinous says “In this arena? Certainly. I’m still pretty sure I can bench press you, but as it turns out, I can't fight you.”

 

“So once I've wrestled you into submission, would you let me top?” he’s got this glimmer in his eyes, but Antinous still gets the idea that Telemachus isn’t going to cash in on this theoretical right away. 

 

From what he knows about his little fighter, he really does just want to be overpowered, to barely have to think during sex. He likes to give up the power, he likes to submit. 

 

So, Antinous sees no threat in answering the kid honestly. 

 

“Sure, eventually.” Telemachus grins like he just offered him an obscene amount of his favorite candy (which is Sour Patch Kids, he’s a good boyfriend and knows these things). 

 

“Okay, good. I don’t really feel like it right now either,” he’s in such a good mood, it’s kind of weird. He feels like he barely knows the kid all giddy like this. 

 

“But it’s a fun thought, isn’t it? Fighting, then sex? It’d be my turn to take you apart,” he sounds like he’s thought about it alot, actually. And so happy. 

 

The whole ‘keeping secrets’ thing must have been weighing on him, because the kid is surprisingly uppity considering how pissed he was about his father all but twenty minutes ago. 

 

“Today though, you’ll still fuck me, right?” He sounds spoiled rotten, and Antinous loves it. 

 

Antinous flips them over, and it’s the first time he is able to notice that Telemachus lets him. Telemachus leans into it, he’s utterly obedient and willing. 

 

“Anytime you ask,” Antinous answers, matter of fact. “Anytime, any place, baby. I’ve got you.” 

 

“Aww, such a good boyfriend. So romantic~” Telemahcus teases, but he’s soon hushed by a filthy kiss. 

 

—

 

Telemachus arches his back, his body contorting as his head slams mutely against the padded mat. The two of them have worked up quite a sweat, Telemachus reminds himself to wipe down the floors later as he smears his sweaty hair onto the mats, writhing in pleasure. 

 

“Please, yes,” Telemachus begs, angling again so Antinous can hit him just right. 

 

“I’m so close, please~,” he begs, Telemachus can feel his eyes roll to the back of his head, so close. 

 

“Oh really?” Antinous says, his tone is dark. But Telemachus doesn’t bother to try to outsmart him or anything. Telemachus is good, no matter how mean his boyfriend is about to be.

 

“Yes, daddy. I’m close, please can I come?” Telemachus doesn’t really want to come untouched, it’s a bit too intense for his tastes, but he might anyway because his prostate is being pegged perfectly. 

 

“No, I don’t think so.” Antinous’ smooth voice taunts Telemachus, just as he grips down around his dick and balls. 

 

Telemachus sobs out, and he can already feel big ugly tears running down his cheeks but it’s just too much pleasure and all the pain of stopping. But the knife twists so good. 

 

—

 

“Please daddy, please. Whatever you want me to do, just tell me. I’ll suck you off, you can come on my face, keep fucking me. I don’t even care if I get off I just need you, I need your come.” His little wolf begs, so desperate. 

 

“Isn’t that just sweet?” Antinous takes the opportunity to grab one of Telemachus’ wrists, moving it above his head, then he brings the other to meet it until he’s holding the kid with one hand. Telemachus writhes weakly in his hold as the next thrust pounds into him. He’s so dramatic. Apparently, he could easily break the hold. The idea takes some getting used to. 

 

Antinous decided to reinforce who’s really the boss here. 

 

“You think you can make suggestions? No, I think I like you just like this, crying so pretty on my cock.” Antinous taunts. 

 

“I bet I can make you come like this,” he says almost like a boring observation. 

 

“No daddy, it hurts,” he whines, clearly not hurting that bad. Though the big ol tears haven’t stopped overtaking Telemachus’ face. Antinous has a passing urge to lick them up, so he indulges, licking the side of his face vulgarly. 

 

“Awww, it hurts if I don’t touch your dick, is that right?” 

 

Telemachus nods, beautifully blotchy and tearful. 

 

“It doesn’t hurt so much you’d use your safeword, now does it?” He teases a light touch on his sub’s useless, pretty cock.

 

“No sir.”

 

“I don’t know who ‘sir’ is but he sounds like a dick. I’m your daddy, right baby?”

 

“Okay, daddy.” Sob. Telemachus is tensing up and arching his back as much as he can without breaking the restraints on his arms, close to having his orgasm ripped out of him. 

 

Antinous is clearly going soft, because he decides his crying, beautiful pet has put on enough of a show. He strokes him firmly, all it really took was one brush up against his red, weeping cock before Telemachus is coming violently. 

 

He tries to sob “thank you, daddy,” but between crying, throwing around his body dramatically, and still getting hit in the sweet spot, it comes out a little less than legible. 

 

God I love this kid, Antinous thinks right about when his own orgasm takes hold. They were just asynchronous enough that Antinous has pity for the kid and pulls out, jacking off on top of Telemachus’ twitching hole. He witnesses just a little spurt of cum dribble out of his tight ass before he paints him with more stripes. 

 

Telemachus is still jerking around as if he’s presently being pounded. Antinous holds him down more firmly, brushing their spent cocks together and giving him something to complain about. 

 

—

Now they are laying together on the mat, sticky and winded and emotionally raw post sex. 

 

“I’m not like him, right?

 

“Just because I like fighting, I like this,” he gestures between them, “BDSM thing. That doesn’t make me a violent person, right?”

 

Antinous doesn’t think he should be considered an authority on who is or isn’t a violent person. 

 

He also really, really doesn’t want to pry to find out what led his boyfriend to worry about this. Did his father…

 

“He didn’t hurt us,” Telemachus filled in, reading his mind. 

 

“It’s just that, I know he’s done a lot in the war. And even worse since then. Even worse since master Athena said ‘enough’ and left the agency. But it’s war, I guess.” He trails off. 

 

“On the phone, he said he didn’t care what mother thought. And I just remembered that I don’t want to be like him. And that it’s already too late,” he says, but more in a train of thought way than a deeply haunted by becoming his father way. 

 

“You know he came home once?

 

“I would say it was the nail in the coffin of our relationship, but eight year old me was still dazzled by him. It's more like the final crack that broke the ice.”

 

Based on his tone, Telemachus is debating getting back up to make fast friends with that punching bag. 

 

“I was eight, and I finally got to really meet my dad. I was starstruck and excited, but I also didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust him to stay any more than my uncles or other distant relatives. I kept looking at him suspiciously and double checking with my mom that he wasn’t leaving soon. It was like this for months, before my father decided to trick me into a false sense of security. 

 

“It was very sweet, really. It would’ve been. He decided that we needed to get a dog. Now, I could imagine him leaving me again. But he wouldn’t leave behind his new dog, he’s not a monster! So finally, baby Telemachus was convinced his father was here to stay. 

 

“We got along great, had the idyllic childhood I’d always wanted, down to the old scruffy dog. 

 

“But after a year of this, he left us again for capital hill. The CIA made him an ‘offer he can’t refuse,’ apparently. I almost like to imagine they threatened him, though it doesn’t actually make me feel better. 

 

“In the end, I know we only care for ourselves. I guess the thrill of being a strategist had a better pull than one and half kids and a dog. 

 

“Can’t I be over this already?” Telemachus flops his head to look over at him tearfully. Like Antinous would be able to flip a switch and get him over years of confusion and resentment. 

 

“I’m an adult right? It’s not supposed to be this hard. I’m supposed to be over it.” 

 

“I don’t think people get over it, kid. Otherwise, where would my business be?” he jokes. Antinous is grasping at straws here, apparently he can’t be expected to have a real conversation with his partner, god forbid. 

 

Luckily, Telemachus laughs, grumbling as he gets up to towel off. 

 

He throws a towel at Antinous before he starts disinfecting the floor, of all things. 

 

“Can we do takeout instead of going to that thing with your friends?” Telemachus asks, seeming sorry for even asking. Of course, Antinous had already written off that event in his mind, after all his boy needs him. 

 

“Of course!” Antinous puffs up his chest, “they'll just fawn over us more next time if we skip now. You have to remain a hot commodity, remember that.” 

 

Telemachus gives him a flirtatious look, “you’re hot alright,” complete with eyebrow wiggles and a wink. 

 

Antinous can’t help but roll his eyes. 

–

 

Antinous drives home from the mansion the next morning around 11. Damn, he loves having a nocturnal ass schedule. 

 

He calls Eurymachus on his bluetooth. 

 

“Hey Eury,” Antinous leads. “Remember when you said you googled my boyfriend’s family for me?”

 

“Ah, yes, our beloved Telemarketer, what of it?” 

 

“And remember how you said it was ‘nothing notable’ and quote ‘what you’d expect.’” 

 

Antinous can hear Eurymachus nod before he responds verbally, “yeah, exactly!” 

 

“So you didn’t think Olympic athlete and medalist was noteworthy or important to tell me?” 

 

“Oh, I did! It’s just funnier if you didn’t know!” He can imagine the bastard’s grinning face now.

 

“I’ll get you back for this one,” Antinous brow furrows menacingly, before he tries to poke another hole in his friend’s balloon. “It wasn’t even funny how I found out, it was just depressing.” 

 

Maybe he shouldn’t have told Eury that, best not to give him any ammo. 

 

“Oh?”  Eury is certainly leaning into the prospect of drama, “tell me all about it!” 

 

But before he can get going, Antinous makes the smart move of hanging up on his ass.

Notes:

It's probably going to be a long time until I finish the epilogue, but I do think it's very fun just like this chapter! Speaking of, I really hope you guys like this one! Can you tell I don't know the rules to judo?

Also hope no one is up in arms about Jason being Ody's cousin but I had Tele call him 'uncle' that's chill right we are so normal about Greek myths (and Helen got the same treatment op). And I'm sorry for making Odysseus like that, wah!

Don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I really apricate you guys, you make me very excited to upload!

Chapter 6: Epilogue

Antinous is not excited to tell his husband about the news from his doctor’s appointment today. He really is getting old. It’s been distracting him all day, and now that it’s almost the end of the gig the prospect is looming over him even more. Antinous has mostly stopped bouncing ever since he transitioned to a more nine-to-five as a beverage sales rep. But since the bar was overrun during Hermes' first night, and Antinous is close with the owner, he offered to help out for the last two performances. 

 

Not to mention his husband is a casual fan, so some free tickets sweetened the deal just fine. 

 

The bass thumps out over the stage, gracing the audience with what seems to be the perfect tunes, based on their general enthusiasm. Antinous knows the night is drawing to an end because Hermes used the same three encore songs last night. Which unfortunately means he’ll have to walk away from the stage and meet his husband after the show. 

 

Almost as if they sensed that for once Antinous actually wants to help break down the set today, the boys dismiss him early. 

 

“Ain’t your hubby right over there, anyway?” One of the roadies gestures to Telemachus, who’s holding court at the bar. For some reason all of Hermes’ roadies wear lotus heads dangling on top of their heads, looking like personal shower heads. That’s a lot of heads. 

 

Antinous scoffs him off, but nonetheless walks away to go meet his husband after the show. 

 

Antinous comes over to the bar at the end of the concert to see his husband laying it on thick with these two young girls with the bartender uniforms on. He’s using charm and shmooze that is 100% rubbed off from Antinous himself. It amuses him, but he’s suspicious nonetheless. 

 

“Babe!” Telemachus calls, grabbing at him. “These lovely ladies were just asking about the new super sexy silver fox bouncer,” he wiggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. 

 

Don’t tell me, Antinous scans the bar, and without fail he spots the black, innocuous business card for The Suitors. Antinous also happens to know that ever since he banned Telemachus from giving out his personal card, he’s been handwriting the days that they are going to be back on demo. 

 

“Babe,” he tries to sound scolding even though they both know it means fuck all, “I told you to stop giving those out.”

 

Telemachus just smiles at him, nothing but sweetness. “What? I like to network for my boys!”

 

Antinous slides into the seat next to him at the bar. He ignores the two newbies and flags the real bartender for one of his favorite drinks.

 

The man wordlessly slides him a recent favorite, an IPA that is only served here because of his connects as a sales rep. It still gives him a silly little thrill every time.

 

Antinous glances at the young girls giggling further down the bar. 

 

“You know, I was as old as you are now when we first started dating,” Antinous muses. “Can you imagine dating a twenty year old?” 

 

Tel makes a face. A cute, exaggerated one, like a pug puppy. The age looks good on Telemachus. His skin and body always well cared for. And thanks to their proximity, Antinous is now proper pampered as well. Sometimes against his will, but hey. 

 

“Yeah, cus it’s fucked up. I was a good ten years immature and all kinds of emotionally constipated. If I were to give young Tel advice, it would be to stay the hell away from me. You shouldn’t have touched me with a ten foot pole.” 

 

“But you're glad I did though, right?” Again with the angelic baby face, Jesus Christ his husband is too much sometimes. 

 

“Everyday,” Antinous makes a kissy kissy noise, the type that gets Eurymachus to call a foul for disgusting misuse of PDA. 

 

“Awww, it’s even coming up on our wedding anniversary,” Telemachus coos. 

 

“Huh, I guess it is,” Antinous takes a drink to cover his embarrassed face. 

 

Telemachus play hits him. “Nuh-uh Mr, you are not giving me any of that! You are the romantic one, you don’t have me fooled.” 

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Antinous starts ushering them out of the bar, noticing his coworkers finishing up. He lets the better part of his drink go to waste. 

 

Somehow, they end up walking the two bartender girls to their car. Sometimes, Antinous has to roll his eyes at how his husband seems to make friends everywhere they go.

 

“Did you guys hear the one about the lengths he went to for my wedding?” It seems Telemachus is set on embarrassing Antinous with stories of how much of a romantic mush he is. Luckily Antinous has balls of steel.

—

Telemachus and his husband(!) arrive at the reception after a rushed session taking the wedding photographs. They have to wade through some of the suitors near the bar. Everyone seems to be getting along well enough with his side of the family. 

 

As they find their seats at the pinnacle of the room, he scans across the table to see Master Athena seated next to Polites and Eurylochus. It’s nice they came down for this, he’ll have to go greet them. 

 

But wait— who’s that person talking to Polites? Polities seems so excited talking to him, maybe that’s his plus one?

 

Telemachus leans forward in his seat, unable to believe what he’s seeing. 

 

Is that his fucking father? 

 

When he turns, his husband is nervously watching him. Antinous is clenching his fist like he does when he’s trying to surprise him with something he might just get a tongue lashing for. 

 

“Babe, what did you do?” 

 

“What, I just made sure the guest list was perfect,” his sheepish expression almost hides his shiteating grin. But Telemachus knows how he really feels. The bastard’s proud of himself. While getting Tel’s disappearing act of a father anywhere is certainly a feat, it’s not something you do behind your partner's back. So maybe he should chew him out, especially to wipe that smug vibe off his face. 

 

“You didn’t think this wouldn’t be the time or the place for our rocky reunion?” Telemachus hisses at his husband with teeth gritted, not wanting to look angry in front of a crowd like this. 

 

“No you are right, not the time or place.” Antinous says goodnaturedly. He doesn’t seem afraid of the wrath of his husband in the slightest. Unfortunately, he's probably right. There's nothing to be afraid of. 

 

Telemachus has already forgiven him. 

 

It may be a crazy stunt, but it’s kind of romantic, isn’t it? By now Tel is smiling even though he doesn’t want to. He wants to be mad, but it seems Antinous read him like a book, and correctly guessed that Telemachus wouldn’t be that mad. 

 

“How did you even get him here?” Though he says it like a defeat, he is still smiling. He pours himself some champagne from the ice bucket on their table. 

 

“Well, after giving up on the phone call endeavor, I pulled out the big guns. When you can’t get someone to behave, you just gotta call their mom.” 

 

Grandma? Telemachus’ face screws for a moment, confused. 

 

“I called in a favor with Athena and next thing you know she’s dragging around old Ody here by the ear.”

 

Ah, Athena. Makes much more sense. 

 

“You have favors with Athena?” Telemachus sees them nod to one another at family gatherings or when Antinous ends up at one of their self defense lectures, but he has a hard time imagining them speaking. 

 

“Now I do.” He winks. “We really bonded on our trip to DC.” 

 

Master Athena on a trip with his fiancé? The man is even ballsier than Tel gives him credit for. 

 

“You’re fucking crazy. Completely without reason,” he marvels. “Wait… is that why you kept pushing back the wedding?” 

 

Telemachus narrows his eyes defensively. 

 

Antinous looks caught, “maybe,” scratching the back of his head.

 

Telemachus groans, reaching for the champagne in front of him. 

 

“I hate you,” he says, smiling. “Let’s just get on with the wedding stuff and then we can. Go talk to my father?” It comes out more like a question, it sounded so surreal. 

 

Telemachus inspects the guests to make sure the grooms’ party are all present and accounted for. 

 

He quickly spots Eurymachus, slamming back an entire tray of shots. Melanthius is egging him on, bussing him more drinks and abusing the open bar, while his sister Melanthelo is lounging with an air of suspicious innocence. 

 

Rolling his eyes at what is sure to be antics too rowdy for gentle company, Telemachus gives up on them and looks for Peisi. 

 

Peisi appears to be having a good time at the young not-quite-singles table with his date. He looks classy in the best man suit they picked together—certainly he is more qualified to do the first speech. 

 

Telemachus flags the DJ down, Antinous was strict about his choice of DJs. 

 

“Let’s do the announcements and stuff. And call for that one first,” he points at Peisi. “Thanks,” he has to almost yell with how loud it is in the venue. Many people having fun is a good thing, he reminds himself. 

 

A wailing hiss of microphone feedback quieted the place right up, Telemachus cringing. 

 

Peisi’s speech is practically perfect. He’s charming and sweet and he only even brings up one embarrassing childhood story. 

 

“I knew that I couldn’t talk him out of it at that moment. Better than destined for each other— these two chose each other." Peisi’s speech ends with much applause and some hollering from Antinous’ side of the room. 

 

Telemachus wipes the slight dampness from his eye as he gears himself for the preplanned shitshow of the night. 

 

“Wow, that was just lovely. I would not want to follow that. Next is the other best man… uh, I’m not sure how to say this,” the DJ stares at the cue card in his hand, “Yourimaycoos? Do we have a, um, Eurymaychus?”

 

He observes Eurymachus startling, jolting to attention, and splashing himself with his drink. He doesn’t even appear to register the drink stain. The man appears, in a word, shocked.

 

Both the grooms and half the suitors behold Eurymachus’ confused face. This man, four sheets to the wind, goes through all six stages of grief as his wife eagerly singles him out to the DJ and the crowd starts to chant. 

 

Antinous is grinning hysterically as he shoves the unwilling Eurymachus onto the stage—though, he takes to the mic all too well, ultimately undermining the purpose of Antinous’ prank. Not as much floundering as his fiancé was hoping. 

 

He taps the mic, calming the crowd with a gesture.

 

“Alright,” Eurymachus starts off, tone self deprecating. “So if you can’t tell, I’m super wasted right now. I had a speech planned, but that was before my wife was picked as best man instead of me. Of course, I didn’t believe it either at first, but you saw her up there too, right? I seem to have been played.” He shakes his head, much more good natured on stage than Telemachus expects him to be in their voicemail inbox. 

 

“Anyway, it’s not about me. This night is about these two jerks,” he raises his champagne to their table, “and don’t be like that Telemachus, you are just as bad as the rest of us.”

 

“If you haven’t heard before, I was totally the matchmaker.” Eurymachus makes a wide gesture, his drunkenness only emphasizing the pauses and managing to make him a better storyteller.

 

“I know what you’re thinking: ‘what were you, high?’ But look at them now! I was right! If anybody else wants to be matchmade, my services are available. You two may be an odd couple, but you are all the better for it.”

 

Eurymachus looks around the crowd, letting the moment sit in and really staring down some random guests, before he sloshes his glass and raises it high. 

 

“To love!” He shouts, and the room fills with cheering and heckling and the like. Even his stuck up rich cousins seem to be enjoying themselves, cheering with the best of them. 

 

Their first dance is a blur, all Telemachus remembers is that Antinous is a fucking good dancer. At the rare opportunity he allows himself to dance. Then he’s passed off to his mom for what is typically the ‘father daughter’ dance. 

 

The rest of the night is like a dream. Even the awkward encounter with his father is remembered with warm lighting and the hazy, rose colored glasses of a great night. 

 

After all, he got to marry the love of his life.

—

“Well, actually, him pranking his best friend is barely relevant. Sorry ladies, I get carried away.” 

 

Antinous decides now is as good a time as any to step in, say goodnight and steer his husband fully into the passenger side of the car. He even buckles him in, as if he were a child or perhaps just more drunk than he is. 

 

Once they are home and changed, Antinous pampers his love some more. He puts on some of Telemachus’ favorite tea, and whips up a quick snack.  

 

“How was work today, sweetie?” He says, delivering the tea and snacks. 

 

“Somebody complained about the nepotism thing again. I don’t know where they think all these other, more qualified individuals are coming from! If somebody wants the job, I’ll give it to them!” A stubborn cookie crumb clings to Tel’s lip, Antinous swipes it away without word.

 

“But all we have are college students who barely even stick around for a whole semester and a weirdly infinite amount of sadistic women who love personally antagonizing and torturing the homeless. I don’t know how, but these evil old women keep spawning in! By the dozen!”

 

“I know,” Antinous is about to gear up his attempt at comfort but he’s cut off. 

 

“I know you know! It’s just frustrating, I wish they would cut me a break. I really do love continuing my mothers work at the shelter. But you know how it is. Everybody talks. Anyway, I had fun at the show, thanks for letting me tag along. Highlight of my day,” Tel reaches up to peck him on the cheek. 

 

Okay, well might as well breach the topic now. No point delaying any further. Rip the bandaid off, Antinous.  

 

–

“Babe,” Antinous starts. The tone scares Telemachus a little bit, but it settles once he jokes a bit. “You know how I’m getting old?” 

 

“What, the sexy salt and pepper? I was just teasing. Oh!! You had your general checkup today, didn’t you! I’m proud of you for going, what did they say?” 

 

Antinous pulls out a small case, looking weirdly aggressive at the small object. 

 

“That I’m exactly this old,” then he waves around a pair of reading glasses. 

 

For some reason he seems to be bracing for something, like Telemachus would mock him for something he can’t control. 

 

“Oh! Well that’s no big deal, right? Let’s see em!” 

 

Antinous looks hesitant to allow the frames to touch his face. 

 

“Tel, one of the first things I learned about you is you hate men with glasses.” He says suspiously. Like he’s reminding Telemachus of an argument they had, or something. He’s defensive. 

 

“I did not say that.” Tel says carefully. 

 

“Yes you did!”

 

Telemachus launches himself for the glasses, starting a small wrestling play fight. 

 

“It was about that polite guy!” Antinous giggles out, arm outstretched. 

 

“Oh my god, are you talking about Polites? Ew, no, don’t even mention it okay! It was a dark time for me!” Telemachus successfully steals the frames and runs away with them. He attempts to hold them high out of reach, jumping on top of the couch for the higher ground. 

 

They fall into an impasse. 

 

Once he’s satisfied Antinous isn’t fighting back any longer, Telemachus climbs down and puts the glasses on the bridge of Antinous’ nose. 

 

“I don’t have anything against glasses on silver foxes like my husband.” He says definitely. They really do look nice on him, bridging the gap between bookish and rugged. Making his husband appear less like an ancient deity and more like someone who might buy a coffee table book about wine taxonomy (which he did). 

 

Telemachus kisses him on the nose, then a peck on the lips. 

 

“You’re perfect.” Telemachus says. 

 

“Look who’s talking,” his husband replies. 

Notes:

Other notes I had in mind for the epilogue:

• Tele convinces Athena to run a self defense clinic and she ends up working with Tele and the really young kids even though she hates them
• The domestic pet name Antinous ends up settling with for Telemachus is Tel. When he’s not saying rude and or diminutive things, of course. Antinous eventually let slip that he really likes Tel saying his full name, and so despite how excited he was early on he’s mellowed out and only occasionally calls him terms of endearment.
• Ant has moved from Suitor and bouncer to an alcohol rep, it’s a big career change a bit late in his life, but he finds it satisfying
• They had a long engagement, over two years.
• Ant says the best man prank is getting back at Eury for not telling him Tele was an Olympic medalist forever ago. He literally had Melantho stand next to him in the ceremony and everything just to set Eury up for failure for the speech
• T: I will never understand your relationship with your best friend
• A: Eury’s not my best friend. I’m marrying my best friend
• Telemachus: 🥺🥺
• Telemachus launches himself at his fiancé and latches on like a monkey.

Now as you might notice, I did add one more chapter to the expected total. I decided to go ahead and post the epilogue now, but the smut scene (exhibition at the Suitor club) is still in the works. Hopefully it will be a nice treat for waiting so long, though if you think about it your only reward is more waiting 😩
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