|thefaun (thefaun) wrote in olympic_threads,|
@ 2011-07-02 23:15:00
|Entry tags:||eros, pan|
He had not gotten laid in a long while.
Who: Pan & Eros
What: Dropping in on an old friend
When: Friday evening
Where: Eros' pad
Warnings: Language and sexual discussions and humor
Pan was bored, and he could not seem to find anything to occupy his mind with. Sure there were hot girls at the beach, it was the 4th of July weekend celebration and red, white and blue thong bikinis were abundant. Unfortunately, they just weren't holding his mind, for some reason. Maybe it was the girl from the coffee shop, those people who triggered those memories always bothered him. Largely because they were a lot of work and kept popping back up. It could have been that. Or it could have been the fact that he had not gotten laid in a long while, and who better to fix that little problem than his old buddy Eros?
Pan wandered up with his friend's phat pad as the kids these day called this kind of thing. Or was it the kids from a decade or two ago who called it that? Anyway, Eros was always happy to help him out, especially when Pan came with gifts, and he never came without gifts. Today he came with a pocket full of loose weed and rolling papers in a plastic baggie. It was good shit, not the best, but good! What? He couldn't afford the very best, Eros should be happy that he was just sharing at all, so neh!
Hands stuffed into his pocket, worn shoes scraping the ground as he dragged his feet, Pan wandered up to Eros' door and rang the bell. His tee shirt was once white, but now was a tanned-yellow color with a black graphic of wings, an unbuttoned plaid shirt hanging open. Rocking back on his heels, he whistled tunelessly as and let his eyes flick around. Eros was doing well for himself, wasn't he? What was he going by these days? He tried to remember the name, but it was escaping him. Not Cupid, he remembered that. Of course he would have to call him Cupid a time or three, just because it pissed the man off so royally, and he liked seeing Eros pissed off. Then again he liked seeing him in general. What? He was a girly little guy, he was allowed to look. Not that he would have to look long, Eros always had a hoard of gorgeous girlies and was kind enough to throw Pan a pretty one with big, bouncy boobs. Of course the last one had fake ones, and Pan preferred them real, even if that meant their being smaller. What? He was a god of the earth, he liked things normal and natural, in all their flawed, unusual or tainted glory. He was already miles away, eyes slightly glazed over when the door opened to him, lost in the lines upon lines of bouncing boobies in his mind's eye.