Who: Sam and Adam What: Alone time When: BACKDATED to when Shiri went to find Erato at Apollo's Where: The Sam/Adam/Shiri dorm Warnings: Some flirtations and swearing, but nothing too out there.
Glancing at his cell phone again as he entered the room, Adam typed off a simple two letter reply to Shiri and sent the message on it's way. He had read it once when he first got it, and began to shuffle for something that he had done wrong. There was nothing that he could think of, but the message seemed... Harsh. So he'd read it again, decided something else was happening, and sent the reply back. Oh well. Just meant he'd be finding another way to spend his Monday evening.
The door to the hall was shut behind him, and the bag tossed onto his bed in his room. First, as many college boys would, he went to the fridge in search of something to eat. Finding nothing of interest, he paced around the living room before flopping onto the couch and starting to channel surf. Had he forgotten something? Was it a holy day? But it was Monday. He tried to shrug it off as he looked for a station that wasn't all commercials.
"/Hey, watch it!/"
The surprised comment came from the little man that Adam had very nearly flattened. Sam pulled his legs up to his chest just as Adam flopped down, the book he'd been reading flattened against his chest protectively. He scowled at his uncle and wagged a finger. "Look before you plop, young man."
Huh? Adam quickly moved his legs to give Sam space, and scooted further up the couch. "Sorry..." He gave the god a small smile of apology and glanced at the text book he held. "What are you reading?"
"Les Miserables. It's required." Sam snorted. "Like I nead to read it. I lived it! The revolution was terrifying. Shit for the brothel I was wokring in, too; boys couldn't come visit if they were off getting themselves killed." The little god shook his head. "Good read, though. What's the matter? You look..." Pausing, he eyed Adam from head to toe and back again. "Off."
An eyebrow arched as Adam met the gaze, then shrugged as he looked at the TV. "Nothing." At least, he didn't think there was anything.
"And I know from experience that is man speak, in any language, for 'something'." Sam scoochied over. "You're upset."
Somehow, Adam sometimes forgot about what Sam could pick up on. Though, really, it was nothing. "Not really." He peered at his room mate, curious. "Today isn't any kind of holiday is it?"
Sam blinked. "Um... not that I know of... At least not any old Greek holiday."
"Huh." Clearly wasn't Valentine's Day, and they'd never had an anniversary date or anything and, as far as he knew, there would have been clues about it. So it was a mystery.
"Why?" Sam poked his roomie with his book, tilting his head like a curious squirrel. Tell me~
"Shiri just seems annoyed with me, and I don't know why." See, simple answer. He didn't seem overly worked up about it, but then again, it was Adam.
"Did you do something dumb?" Eek. Sam, he could be blunt. But he only pussyfooted around when it provided amusement, and this was more about why Adam seemed so down.
He shook his head. "Not that I can think of. She was fine earlier. Then I got a text." The phone was pulled it back from his pocket, and the message shown.
Sam tilted his head. His mouth screwed up as he contemplated all the possibilities that could show up in a typical relationship and came to, "There was probably an emergency of some sort."
"Probably." And the phone went away again. At least she'd messaged him, right? So whatever it was, he couldn't be too much in the dog house. "So what are you doing tonight?"
The love god sighed. "Nothing... I was hoping to spend time with Mama... but she's with her boytoy at the moment." He groaned. "Ares is in town. Trouble must be following."
"Ares?" That was a name everyone with any sense knew. An eyebrow once more went up at the mention, and he mentally made a note to tell Shiri. "So no big date or anything?"
Sam was clearly pouting at this point. Ares spoiled everything, dammit! Sam deserved time with his mother, dammit, he'd missed her for a millennium and Ares could have sex with anyone else. And in Sam's opinion, his own father was better-looking anyway. But that was another argument. "Sadly, no."
Now Adam smirked, and poked his roommate. "Maybe we should do something then." Basketball, the gaming system, movies... There were some choices.
Sam blinked and looked over to his uncle. "Really?"
"Why not?" Really, what else was he going to do? Homework?
"Well... we haven't done anything in... well, ages." Not since Shiri had arrived. But Sam bit his tongue. "I'd suggest going out to drink, but that almost ended badly last time." Eheheh.
"And I work in a bar." Not that that made much of a difference. He'd suggest basketball, but Sam didn't seem like the type to be inclined to it.
Only if he got to watch. Big, sweaty men hopping about and pawing at each other? Check please. "Movies, then?"
"Sure. Or some of the video games? We could borrow from Jack if we wanted." It'd been awhile since he'd played many of the games. They could get drinks and food to go with it properly as well.
"Hm... no. I feel like movies. I'm in the mood for sitting in the dark." Standing, he tossed Les Miserables onto the coffee table. "I'll make popcorn. You pick a movie."
Adam pick a movie? He wasn't much of a movie person and began to pick through the different flicks that were to the side of the TV. There were some he'd been loaned from a friend, and he picked out three, holding them up for Sam to choose. "300, Bourne Ultimatum or American Gangster?"
Sam snickered from over in the kitchen as he searched for the little brown bags of kernels. Ah-ha, there it was! He popped it into the microwave. "Ooh, 300, full of hot muscle-ripped men? That's tempting. Think you can stomach it?"
There was a roll of the eyes from the more straight of the two males and he turned to put it in. "I'll focus on the hot sex and action."
"Pop it in, then. Bourne and Gangster look like they have too many guns anyway. I don't like guns." Make love, not war! Hot sticky love.
Uh huh. If the love god wanted hot men in bloody battle, Adam would oblige. Setting it in the player, he let it began the previews as he went to make sure the extra lights were turned off and the blinds were shut. Then he went looking for some beer.
"Beer is in the fridge. Jessie owed me some." For... services rendered. Sam didn't say that part. The microwaved announced the end of the popcorn's nuking, and he went about emptying the hot bowl into a bowl.
Peering in the fridge, he pulled out a bottle and was able to twist off the top. A handful of pop corn was grabbed and quickly disappeared into his mouth as Adam went back to the couch to get comfortable for the movie.
Sam quickly found his seat next to the mortal, cuddling close to his side. Personal bubbles were all but nonexistent when you chose to room with an Erote. "You ever seen it before, [uncle]?" he asked, looking over to him.
Adam nodded and without even thinking about it, let his arm drape over Sam's shoulders. It was an automatic reaction when you were used to a cuddler. His other hand held the beer, but he set it to the side to raid the pop corn bowl. "Yeah. Eric and Tannia wanted to see it pretty bad."
"How're they? And Alana?" Sam was a social creature, even if he feared the large crowds for the obvious reasons towards what he was. He nabbed his own cold, brown bottle and tossed its cap somewhere else. His other arm draped along the mortal's waist as he snuggled down for comfort as the first bit of the movie started. He didn't understand why they couldn't just get a real wolf...
It was all about the graphics and staying close to those of the graphic novels. It was about being artistic. "Fine, last I heard. Alana is working for Dad, and I think she's talked with Tannia about moving out. Eric likes the idea, because then he might be able to move in." Classic logic that. Adam wondered how long until he needed to work about wedding plans.
Sam snickered. "I wonder if Zeus still has the hots for her. Let's see." Putting down the beer, he held up his hands and let the love lines appear between them like a cat's cradle. "Hee. Knew it. She's not having any of it, though. But he's persistent." He put them away. "I give him a month."
"A month?" He arched an eyebrow at the god and sipped his beer, curious slightly. "And what do you think he'll manage in a month? Give up?"
"Zeus never gives up," said Sam bluntly, without confusion. "He just changes his methods."
"So in a month he's going to change tactics?" Adam sounded doubtful. He'd seen Alana get pissed at a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer.
"I'll bet he has her some way or another in a month." Sam paused to sip the beer and shrugged. "If not, he'll get super frustrated for a while and then try some other way. You have to admire that about him, when he desires something, he goes for it heart and soul."
There was some wonder which it would be. Then again, he also partly wondered why Alana hadn't already folded. She probably knew about 'June'. He continued watching the opening scene and went for another handful of pop corn. "What about Hera?"
"Pfft. That old party-pooper? The usual. She won't know, she'll find out, she'll raise hell while the rest of us duck and cover. He'll apologize, make it up to her somehow, and they'll act all lovey-dovey until it happens again." Ooh, onto the kicking into pits, whee! Sam snickered. "It's just how it is. Like the rain."
"What about Alana?" Mortals had ended up in serious pain and trouble due to his father's involvement with them. He'd been lucky he and his mother weren't among them. Hearing the worrisome tone in his uncle's voice, Sam smiled reassuringly at him. "Don't worry. Hera isn't as powerful as she was then. Well, neither is Zeus, but he's kind of got the advantage here; far more ways to hide an affair nowadays when your spouse isn't on Olympus anymore, looking down from the clouds for you."
He could have the affair right there in his hotel. Somehow, Adam couldn't see Alana being the affair type. Probably that knee to the groin he'd seen on the previously mentioned guy who wouldn't take no as an answer. He smirked and shook his head. He had Hera, who needed more then that? "What about you? You've seen your mom?"
Sam practically blossomed at the mention of his mother. "Uh huh. She's so lovely, even when pretending to be a mortal... You should see her. She'd just eat you up~" He pinched Adam's arm and snickered.
Adam smirked and shook his head at the words. "I don't think Shiri would appreciate that," he mentioned, moving his hand to flick Sam's fingers for pinching him.
"Pfft. She's a Greek woman, and you're at least half-Greek. She better learn how to share." Sam tried to pinch him again, grinning like a lynx.
Once more Adam tried to bat the pinching fingers away, ready to grab the wrist and hold it tight. He had far fewer problems doing that to a guy then a girl. but he was grinning at his roommate. "Maybe I don't want to be shared."
"Then I think you and Zeus need to get a DNA test. You can't possibly be his son."
"What? Because I can stay loyal to one person?" Shiri would mind him sharing with Sam, but he wasn't inclined really to go sharing himself around the campus.
The god snickered and pulled away, ceasing in his teasings. "It's a rarity in this family. I'm taking all bets on how long it lasts..."
"You would have to set what parameters of the bet were first," Adam mentioned. The movie had almost been forgotten at this point, though his eyes still wandered to the screen.
"Depends on how long you'd think you'd last. Then we cut it in half." Sam winked at him, curling up to his side. Like butter, his facade melted, bones popping lightly as they shifted to fit a woman's frame. In her more feminine voice, Sam purred, "How long do you think you'd last, [dearest uncle]?"
"I have some freedoms," he mentioned, peering down at the now female face, smirking. "But if you didn't cheat?" He shrugged. Really, he could go as long as he chose to... if the love god didn't cheat.
"I'm not cheating~ Just using my natural charms." The now-goddess purred again, leaning in to nibble at Adam's ear. His hand stroked along his knee slowly. "Admit it. If you were offered a good, hard fuck for free... you'd do it."
"It depends on who it was from." He wondered if Sam was really planning to make good on such a threat, and watched him from the corner of his eye with a smile.
"Are you saying you only accept free sex from love gods and muses? Picky." The hand dug a little deeper into the muscles under it, massaging deeper.
"Certain love gods, even," he teased, shifting only a bit in the couch seat. The statement wasn't exactly true, but mainly it hadn't been tested. Girls tended to leave the taken alone more.
"Aww, you do love me..." But something appeared in Sam's face; he adored the comment and he pressed him for more. "And here I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me."
At that, a grin broke across Adam's face and he gave a faint chuckle. "Of course not. How would I forget about you?"
"You've got a girlfriend now." Okay, that sentence came out a little accusingly... But Sam didn't mean to! His smile had a little sadness to it now, but it was still a mostly happy smile. "I hardly ever see you anymore."
"I'm around..." Normally between classes, when he wasn't at work... or with Shiri. Though, he was around a lot with Shiri as well. He was surprised Sam never commented on the noise. "I thought you had other things going on?"
"Not really. I'm still looking for a job, but other than classes..." Sam shrugged. He was still, a little unconsciously, kneading his hand against the sensitive flesh of Adam's inner thigh. But there wasn't quite as much oomph to it. Aww, he'd gone and made himself sad.
Arching an eyebrow, Adam brushed some of Sam's longer hair from the female face. "We could hang out some. Me and you, or the three of us." It was kinda clear who the third would be.
"You're awfully attached to her now..." She paused and then added more softly, "You love her."
A verbal response didn't seem needed. He nodded.
What followed could be described as a silent moment, except it was filled with the sounds of epic music and men dying over on the TV. Then, "Maybe I should be moving out. Let you two have your space."
Now that confused Adam slightly. He hadn't thought it was that big a deal. It showed on his face. "Do we bother you that much?"
"What? Oh no! I love seeing people in love. That's my whole..." She searched the air for a word. "Thing, I guess. But it sort of feels like maybe I'm in your way."
"No. We sometimes worry about keeping you up..." It was one reason they'd sometimes stay in her room instead of his.
Sam chuckled and shook her head. "Not really. You forget what I am. Sex, if anything, gives me a boost. Not so much when it's the two of you, instead of me and someone, but it's a nice one anyway. Kind of like a fresh cafe late in the morning. But young lovers deserve their privacy."
"I don't think Shiri is worried about privacy around you as much," he mentioned. Sam had been the one to point out that she probably was used to sharing.
Sam shrugged. "I just feel a little out of place. I don't have much power. No one really needs me as a love god, I can't fight the other gods..." Sigh, slump. "Can't even get a decent date."
Oh no. Pouting girl. That was never a good thing in Adam's presence. He quickly thought through people he knew, or things that might make Same feel better, and could only come up with a few things. "What would make you feel better?"
"Having a purpose? It's probably good Mama's here... she's going to open a brothel, I hear. Best use for my talents."
Adam smirked. "So what would make you happy right now? Going out?"
Sam smiled a bit at that. "You're a sweet guy." She planted a kiss on his cheek. "How about we start with dropping this conversation, finishing this movie, and giving you that nice hard fuck I told you about?"
He laughed, well and content, at the last part of her statement, before kissing her cheek in return with a grin. "Only you, and only if it'll make you happy." It was for his roommate's happiness. Honest.
Summary: Adam's a little depressed at the blunt text from Shiri, so he and Sam camp out with 300, getting into a conversation dealing with Zeus, Alana, and other sorts of stuffs.
Note: Ignore any pronouns of Sam as a "he" in the latter part of it. He was actually a she for most of this. :P It's confusing, I know, just play along~