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The Five P Challenge
by Ruric
Enjoy!
Person : Hercules
Place : Alcmene's house before she married Jason
(anywhere except a bedroom)
Prop : Hairbrush (gee thanks)!
Piece of Clothing : Iolaus' belts (oh those damn belts again)!
Position : Face to face with at least one of the parties standing
Hercules paused before entering the house, glancing over his shoulder to
check his friend was following. Iolaus had finished his conversation
with Celeus, one of Alcmenes neighbours, and waved as he walked up the
hill, pointing over to the well and miming the act of washing. Hercules
had finished his own quick ablutions and taking note of the rumble that
arose from his stomach decided it was well past the time for lunch.
He opened the door and entered the cooler, darker interior, a welcome
relief after their work in the heat this morning. Alcmene had gone to
visit Iphicles and Rena for a few days, but Hercules had decided to stay
in Thebes. Without Alcmene around, and with no-one asking for his help
he had some quality time to spend with Iolaus. He also hoped to complete
some of the general repairs to Alcmenes property before her return
tomorrow.
The cool air inside the kitchen prickled over him and he felt the
goosebumps start to rise on the exposed skin of his chest. Throwing his
yellow shirt casually over one of the kitchen chairs he ambled around
putting together a quick lunch for them both and setting it out on the
large kitchen table. Alcmene's home baked bread, goat's cheese, some
olives and salad with oil and dressing, along with some cool wine should
do the trick.
He shivered as a trickle of cold water ran down his back from his still
damp and tangled hair. He wiped his hands on a towel before raking his
fingers impatiently through the knots. He never understood how his fine
hair managed to get so tangled after hed washed it.
He turned at the sound of soft footsteps behind him as Iolaus
approached. Taking in the look of exasperation on the demi-gods face
Iolaus laughed as he dropped his purple vest on top of Hercules yellow
one.
"Herc, how do you *always* manage to do that?"
"It's not funny, Iolaus," he muttered as his glance took in the
cheeky
smile.
Iolaus picked up a hairbrush from the wooden mantle over the fireplace,
before walking back over to sit on the edge of the kitchen table. He
pulled one of the chairs to rest between his legs and nodded to the
demi-god.
"Come on, sit down over here and let me sort it out for you. Unless,
of
course, you want to spend time yanking your hair out by the roots!"
Hercules flashed him a smile of thanks and flopped gratefully into the
chair. Iolaus fingers quickly and gently untangled the knots, then
were replaced by the long, soothing strokes of the soft brush. The demi-
god admitted to himself that Iolaus had turned him into a complete
hedonist. He loved being pampered by the hunter and revelled in his
talented touch. As Iolaus completed his self-appointed task, his hands
slipped lower to massage the demi-gods neck and shoulders, tense from
the mornings work.
Hercules relaxed under the probing fingers as the tightness gradually
eased from his muscles and his hunger for food gave way to a more
demanding physical need. He stood, pulling the chair out of the way, and
turning to face his friend, leaned down to drop a kiss on Iolaus
upturned lips. The scent of sandalwood, honey and cinnamon surrounded
and entranced him as Iolaus responded to the kiss. Hercules hands slid
from Iolaus shoulders, pausing at his waistband as his fingers slowly
undid the buckles of the soft leather belts.
"You fancy trying something slightly different today?"
"Well, you know what Sal always says, Herc, nothing ventured nothing
gained!" the hunter grinned up at him.
"Okay, that's it - you asked for it," he growled in mock anger.
"Put your hands in front of you."
Iolaus did as asked, tilting his head slightly on one side and looking
at Hercules questioningly, with a sly smile spreading across his face.
The demi-god quickly looped the supple leather belt around Iolaus
wrists, knotting it. Then he pulled the hunters arms upwards as he
hooked the buckle end of the belt over one of the large metal hooks in
the wooden beam above their heads.
Iolaus glanced downwards as his arms were pulled tight and he realised
that if he slid off the table his feet wouldnt touch the floor. This
was *not quite* what hed had in mind. He wasnt sure whether dangling
unsupported from a beam was his idea of fun!
Hercules fingers finished undoing the codpiece and he pulled Iolaus to
him, one arm around his waist supporting his weight. He pushed the pants
over the hunters hips, before lowering him back to sit on the edge of
the table. Quickly stripping the clothing from the hunters body, he
casually dropped the leather pants to the floor and then pushed his own
clothing downwards.
The golden tan of the hunters skin was underlain by a faint reddish
tinge, the cost of spending the morning working in the blazing sun and
Hercules was suddenly reminded of how sensitive Iolaus was. He picked up
the hairbrush smirking in amusement. Iolaus noted the sneaky grin and
shuffled warily backwards on the table.
"Er...Herc .... don't get any ideas now..."
He was silenced as Hercules right hand tangled in his wet hair,
holding his head still as his lover's mobile mouth closed over his for a
possessive kiss. Iolaus leaned into the kiss, wanting to feel the demi-
god's strong body against his, but instead he felt the feathery caress
of the brush as it was stroked slowly down from neck to belly and back
again. He moaned into the mouth on his. This was torture, he wanted to
feel strong caresses, not this maddening tickling, which danced over the
skin of his chest, spreading heat where it had passed.
Hercules stepped closer, reaching around to begin sliding the soft brush
up and down Iolaus' spine. The demi-god could feel the body in front of
him trembling with the force of its desire. Iolaus however, was not yet
completely lost to sensation. Seizing his chance, he locked his legs
around Hercules' waist, pulling the demi-god against his body. Hercules
dropped the brush in surprise and wrapped his left arm around the
smaller man, enfolding him in a tight embrace.
They kissed passionately, tongues tangling, letting the fires build
slowly within. Hercules could feel the hunter's heart beating wildly
against his own chest and longed for completion. His hands slid down
Iolaus' back, relishing the feel of the satin skin beneath, as he
finally reached to cup the taut buttocks in his hands.
The hunter's lips left Hercules mouth and, tracing a line of fire,
nipped their way around to his ear. The demi-god could feel his lover's
mouth part as he smiled against the tender skin of neck and jaw.
"Herc, ....s not really working..." Iolaus breathed gently.
The demi-god grunted in acknowledgement. Well, it had seemed like a fun
idea, but he had to admit, with nothing to really brace either himself
or Iolaus against, this could turn into a bit of a farce.
"Besides, I think you're about to dislocate my shoulders!" the
hunter
complained with a stifled giggle.
Hercules reached up to unhook the buckle as Iolaus bound arms dropped
around his neck, and he resumed kissing that tantalising mouth. Iolaus
legs were still firmly locked around his waist, and his need to tease
the hunter was suddenly replaced by a burning desire to be inside him,
to be complete.
He leaned forwards, lowering the body of his friend to the table and
sweeping his right arm outwards, sent the hastily assembled lunch
crashing to the floor, but not before he'd made a grab for the bottle of
olive oil .... and missed. Iolaus laughed out loud as the sound of
smashing crockery filled the room.
"I hope that was'nt Alcmene's favourite pottery you've just ruined."
Hercules glanced past the hunter's body to see a stream of oil cascading
over the table, to drip onto the stone floor. He caught some of the oil
in his outstretched hand, no time, he wanted to be encased in Iolaus
body. NOW.
His left hand caught a fistful blond hair, pulling his lover's head
backwards, as he trailed kisses and gentle bites down the arching
throat. He paused for a moment, lips resting on the taut golden skin at
the base of the hunters neck as he felt the blood pounding in the pulse
beneath. Iolaus' desperate panting was echoed by his own strained
breathing, the familiar tightening deep with his body, his overwhelming
hunger to pound into the smaller form beneath him.
His right hand moved to caress and oil his own body, then he shifted
both hands to encircle the hunter's hips, pushing them into the table.
Looking down once more into the face that he knew so well, he saw the
blue eyes dilated with desire, the red flush across the high cheekbones
and spreading downwards, and the lips, full and bruised. Unable to wait
a moment longer he began a long, slow slide into his lovers body.
"Better?" he growled against Iolaus' mouth.
"Oh .... yeah.... that's *so* much better, Herc," Iolaus gasped
trying to push upwards against the restraining hands.
Abruptly, Hercules released Iolaus' hips, reaching past the hunter's
shoulders to grasp the edge of the table. His lips captured the
hunters once more as he moved backwards, almost withdrawing from the
clinging, surrounding warmth, teasing and tantalising. He lay on Iolaus,
flesh to flesh, no room for anything to come between them. At moments
like this he almost felt that he could crawl completely within his
lover's skin, be safe and protected for ever.
He pushed forwards again, chest and pelvis grinding into the hunter's
body, until he was enveloped within the welcoming flesh and he heard
Iolaus' tortured gasp, knowing that he had found the spot he sought
after. He concentrated on maintaining a rhythm, knowing this could not
last for long, straining to hear every gasp from the body beneath him as
his own blood pounded and roared in his ears. Finally, when he thought
he could truly last no longer, Iolaus' hips pushed upwards one last
time. He felt the sticky wetness between their bodies, as Iolaus'
muscles clamped around him, dragging him over the final precipice of
fulfilment. Collapsing over the hunter, he struggled to bring his
breathing under control.
He returned unwillingly to reality, as he became aware of a pair of
hands pounding a rather frantic tattoo on his broad back, and Iolaus
hissing somewhat hysterically in his ear.
"Herc... Herc... for Zeus sake *snap out* of it. NOW."
He raised his head, casting a puzzled look into the horrified blue eyes
as he slid from the hunter's body.
"What....." he began.
"Shhh......" hissed the hunter even more frantically, nodding
his head
towards the door.
The noise from outside penetrated Hercules befuddled senses. His
mother's voice, thanking someone for a ride home.........his mother's
voice........... his mother....... OHHH GODS....... HIS MOTHER!!!!
Iolaus' legs were still locked around his waist, so he stood up, pulling
the hunter with him. Reeling for a moment in sudden dizziness, he turned
to head for the bedroom ...... and nearly fell over, as he realized his
trousers were still around his ankles. He stooped to pull his own
clothing up with one hand and snaked the other out to grab one leg of
Iolaus' pants before heading for the bedroom at a stumbling run.
Once inside the safety of the room, he shut the door behind them.
Unhooking Iolaus' arms from around his neck he hurled the hunter, with
such force, onto the unmade bed that he nearly bounced off onto the
floor. Iolaus held out his bound wrists in mute appeal, waving them in
front of the demi-god's face. Hercules finished lacing his pants, and
threw Iolaus' clothing on top of the hunter. They both heard the sound
of Alcmene entering the house.
"Hercules..... Iolaus..... where are you?"
Iolaus' eyes widened in panic and he waved his wrists frenziedly at the
demi-god. Hercules shook his head, mouthed the words "No time"
at the
hunter and twitched up the sheets to cover his body, tucking them firmly
beneath Iolaus chin.
He sat next to the bed, and rested one hand on Iolaus' forehead, holding
him in place just as the door swung inwards to reveal Alcmene.
"Hercules...... Oh dear..... What's wrong with Iolaus?" she asked,
concern evident in her voice as she hurried forwards.
The hunter's face flushed beet red and Hercules breathed a sigh of
relief. That would make things simpler.
"Ermm.. we'd just stopped for a break. We've been working since early
morning and I think the sun's been a little too strong for him. He
nearly passed out whilst we were getting lunch."
Hercules flushed at the obvious lie whilst appealing silently to his
father that Alcmene would ask no more questions. He glanced down at
Iolaus to see the hunter flutter his eyelids and do his best to look
weak!
"Oh the poor dear. I'll just go and tidy up and get some cold water.
You
stay with him, Hercules."
Alcmene closed the door behind her as she left, smiling as she heard
Iolaus hiss quietly.
"One day I'm gonna get you for this, Herc....."
Well, she had to let them think they could keep their little secret....
didn't she?!
FINIS
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