Elton Nius (tempertantrum) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-04-02 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, david wood, dionysus, elton nius |
Who: D & Apollo
What: Art & Conversation
Where: Their home
When: Thursday, April 2; early afternoon.
Warnings: Fluff.
Medical School was looming, and while it had seemed like a good, sensible idea at the time, Apollo was less sure that it was now. Things had changed since he'd made the decision, not very much, really, but they had, and sometimes he caught himself wondering if he hadn't just doomed himself. Not that it would matter if he had; it was too late to turn back now.
The summer semester didn't begin until May, which gave him a month to get anything else out of his system, not to mention finally get around to telling D he'd actually completed the registration. Maybe he'd do that part today, while his brother was covered in paint and not allowed to move... Now where had he put that camera...
D lay sprawled out on the bed, wrapped in a sheet to fend off any offending breezes. He perked as Apollo drifted past him, like a puppy wanting attention. "You still haven't quite explained this to me...outside of my needing to be naked."
"What to explain? You lay there like a good boy, I use and abuse you like a canvas, and when I'm done, if we're lucky, it'll end up being something worth preserving on film." He leaned over to pat D's head.
"Just something I thought of a few days ago; figured I may as well get it over with."
D grinned, reaching up to grab Apollo's hand and tug him closer. When the blonde was in range, he stole a kiss. "Ok, I'll let you do your thing Mr. Artist."
"You'll *let* me? And here I had assumed your eagerness to get naked and lie here while I mixed paint was all the permission I needed..." He moved away, and spent the next few minutes digging through dresser drawers until he produced a camera, which he then sat aside. There was more fidgeting with supplies before he finally moved back towards the bed with a large brush and a serious amount of black paint.
"Now, no matter what happens, you can't move, mkay?" he instructed as he picked up one of D's hands and positioned it on his stomach. "No moving."
"This is gonna suck isn't it?" D made a face, but he still allowed Apollo to pose him like a mannequin. "You're gonna have to keep me from being boooored~"
Apollo rolled his eyes. "How is it going to suck? All you have to do is lay there like this," he patted D's hand before covering it with paint, "for awhile. Hardly taxing, really. I could have asked you to stand...or twist yourself into some unnatural, yet attractive position..." Smirk.
"That'd be fun at least," D made a face. That paint was cold. Hopefully it wasn't going to be applied anywhere sensitive.
"For the first 15 minutes, and then you'd start to complain about being uncomfortable." Luckily for D, Apollo had abandoned the idea of completely painting him for...various reasons, and had settled on just the upper body. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to warm the paint first~" Hee.
"Jerk," D muttered, dutifully laying there while Apollo lay brush onto him.
"Keep calling me names, and you'll be washing all this off alone when I'm finished." He smiled brightly at his brother, and paused in his painting long enough to lean over and give him a quick kiss on the lips. "That wouldn't be much fun, would it?"
D grinned, quirking his lips to the side. "I guess not...you'd give a much more thorough cleaning than me."
"Of course I would," he stated matter-of-factly.
For the next few minutes he fell silent, and finished covering D's chest, stomach, and right arm with black paint. He then switched to color, and stood to continue the process.
"So...I have good news and I have bad news. Which did you want first?"
"Uhhhhh, bad I guess?" D blinked, worried about this. Because Apollo's bad could be very very bad, and his good....well, that depended.
Apollo nodded absently, picking up a new brush and dipping it into another color. He looked thoughtfully down at his canvas again, brow crinkling as he made an apparently difficult decision.
"I start classes in May."
"...." D's face fell, and he turned his eyes to the side. Admittedly, that wasn't the worst news ever, but still. May was so soon. "Oh....congrats. I'm glad you got that all sorted."
Chuckle. "Don't sound so sincere, sweetheart." He leaned down again, this time pressing a kiss to a bare spot on the other god's shoulder. "It won't be that bad, except for when, you know, the whole ordeal pisses me off and I come home ready to kill things."
"Which is, like, a likelihood of 90% per day," D muttered, rolling his eyes. He wanted to scowl and tell Apollo to just get on with the painting, but he knew what kind of fight that would lead to. Then he'd be the bad guy. Again.
"You know, a few months ago...everyone was really for this." He switched brushes again, and continued painting. "And honestly, I'm supposed to be the cranky, petulant one..." Poke poke. "Which is not to say that I didn't expect this exact reaction from you. Cause I did, and it really is sort of adorable."
"I'm still really for it," D grumbled. "I helped make it happen didn't I? I just..." He sighed, glancing over at Apollo. "I've just gotten used to having you around. Y'know with your school and my job, there'll probably be days where we just don't see each other..."
"And I'll miss you terribly and call you at awkward hours to have phone sex with you and probably skip classes to come back and see you, but then bitch and moan about how you never haul your ass over to the campus instead..." Smirk. "And who knows, maybe you'll like not having me around; it'll cut back on the aggravation..."
D frowned at this last remark. "I like having you around. Besides, what am I going to do with all that free time? Macramé? You already hate when I hang out with other people. What happens when I need a little more stimulation than a busy med school student can provide?"
"No, I only hate it when the 'other people' get names and go on trips over seas. I don't want to hear about the 'other people', even if I know they exist. Besides, it's not like I'm going to have to apply myself *that hard*; medicine is...horribly slow at progressing. Most of this stuff hasn't changed in decades. I have gone to medical school before, you know."
Another brush and color change, and he moved around to the other side of the bed.
"Fine, then I hope you know I'll be having a lot of nameless anonymous sex that you'll know nothing about," D grumbled.
"Geez, you make it sound like I'm never going to sleep with you again. Of course, if you'd rather stick to all the nameless, anonymous sex without me, I can arrange that too."
It was...suddenly a little aggravating. As if D was assuming that he was being ditched in favor of a lecture hall. Things...wouldn't be that different. And why was Apollo suddenly the one upholding that end of the argument...?
D had expected this backlash the whole argument. He was a creature of feeling, emotions over thought. He spoke what was in his gut, and Apollo always got angry over it. So this time, he was going to just shut up.
Except he wasn't necessarily angry. Irritated, sure; he generally liked people to believe what he said, especially when he really meant it. Not to mention he was in a strangely good mood which, while dampened slightly, wasn't going away.
Sigh. "I promise it's not going to be all that bad. You trust me, right?" Poke? Another brush was swapped out, and he laughed quietly. "You want me to check the future for you, just to make sure?" Smirk.
"I trust you," D murmured, glancing off to the wall with a sigh. "I guess I'm just aggravated that now I'll have to work harder for my fun."
"Weren't you just telling me the other day how you enjoyed a challenge? Besides, I don't like being thought of as 'easy' anyway." He kissed D's cheek, then moved away from the bed to survey his work from another angle.
"Of course, all this makes me wonder if my good news is really good news at all."
"Might as well let me be the judge of that," D said, a wry little laugh escaping his lips. His hip itched, but he'd promised to not move.
"Well, it's good news for me, at least, but you probably won't be as thrilled." He climbed up onto a chair, and peered down at the painting thoughtfully. "Artemis is here."
D glanced over at Apollo, studying his face for a moment before replying. "Is she hot?"
"I'm going to say No, because that's the best way to keep you from hitting on her. She is *definitely* off limits; you know how she is about that anyway." Apollo hopped over the chair and returned to the bed for touch-ups.
"And don't think she wouldn't tell me if you tried to sneak some moves in there somewhere..." Grin.
"Don't need to make moves on a girl to enjoy their hotness," D was quick to point out. He grinned right back at Apollo. "I'm glad for you."
He stuck out his tongue. "Famous last words, hm?" He turned away to mix a few more new colors quickly, and then returned to touching up his work. "I hope this turns out right now that I'm rushing..."
"You better rush," D replied. "I'm getting itchy." He tried not to twitch. Talking about the itch made it worse.
Snort. "Well that's not why I was rushing, but all right. I can work with that instead." More yellow? No, orange was better. Yes. There. That looked...Well it could be worse.
"Done now?" D asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sigh. "I suppose so. Lemme get some pictures of the awful thing, just in case." He set his brushes aside, then reached for his camera and climbed up onto the chair again. Hmph. The whole thing would have probably looked better outside. Oh well.
D posed as best he could for the pictures. "Done now?"
Apollo wrinkled his nose, but nodded. "Yeah, I'm done. I have this sinking feeling that once you mess it up it's going to look better."
"Stop me if it does then I guess," D shrugged, sitting up to scratch his hip. Ahhh~
Down off the chair again. He shook his head a little. "No, now there's just a big bare spot. Oh well." Which was not exactly a 'No big deal' sort of 'oh well', but more of a 'This bothers me more than you know' kind. "Lucky for you, I guess."
"You gonna help me wash up?" That was the sort of cheering up that D was good at, so if Apollo needed to get over his artistic disappointment, Dionysus could easily oblige.
"Of course? Why do you think I was rushing?" He dropped the camera onto the bed, and grabbed D's hand. "I wanted to get it done so I could make you feel better." Tug~ This way!
D smiled, hopping up from the bed and leaning in to lock lips with Apollo. Despite his crankiness, he did love the bastard. It'd be awkward making it to the bathtub with their faces mashed together, but D seemed to want to try just that.
At the time, it seemed like a good idea, until Apollo nearly fell on his ass in the middle of the hallway. Not good. From that point on, D was dragged to the bathroom by his unpainted arm. Once inside, he was abandoned to his own devices while Apollo manhandled the shower into action.
Everything would be much less awkward once they were wet.
D's own devices mostly entailed, reaching around to grope his love. He grinning devilishly. "I'm a dirty boy~"
Apollo rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes you are. You are also probably getting paint all over the back of my shirt~" Coo~
Fortunately, it was at about that moment he got the shower head to turn on, despite all the distraction; he couldn't help but wonder if it would be easier to just...get in with his clothes still on and work from there.
D made the decision for him, quickly tugging off Apollo's shirt and belt. "Get those pants off. Now." He laughed, testing the water before stepping in.
"Or else what?" He moved his hands to the fly of his jeans, one of them tugging lightly at the zipper. "Hmm~?"
"Or else you don't get sex. Duh." Dionysus laughed, dousing his hair with water and letting the first paint run off.
"Empty threats~" But he was stepped out of the offending garment and into the shower as he said it. As if a pair of pants were going to stop D from having sex. Honestly.
But then Apollo would've bitched about his pants getting paint on them, and D didn't like that. D leaned over, kissing Apollo on the lips. "Shower time~"
Well, true. Probably.
"Mmhmm~" He returned the kiss, and reached around to grab for the soap. Paint off first, then on to more enjoyable things.
If Apollo thought he was going to get out of this without paint on him, he was dead wrong. Dionysus smiled, pressing against Apollo.
That would be a stupid idea to have, all things considered. "You know...washing the dog is easier than this..." D had effectively moved him *just* far enough that he was now unable to reach anything marginally helpful in regards to bathing. He settled for groping instead.
Dionysus didn't really need to be washed anyway. But groping? Groping he could give and receive anytime, anywhere.
Summary: D agrees to be Apollo's canvas for an artistic experiment, and they discuss the looming threat of Apollo's first semester of Medical School. Then they go hop in the shower. Heh heh.