"I'm not sure." said Derrick.
"Uh? Why?"
"Well, for being the supposed god of sweet-talk, he is awfully shy." said Derrick.
"SHY?! With that tongue he has gotten laid more times than I have, AND I'M THE FUCKING GOD OF FUCKING!" said
Amor.
"To be fair, he only caught up with you after Psyche and thanks to the never-to-be-named-flying-baby-fiasco."
mocked Des.
"I'm not convinced." said Derrick.
"If you don't believe us let Logan tell you himself. Come on Logan." said almost commanding Amor.
Logan opened his mouth...
====One Fuck Session Later====
Derrick laid in bed on a room he didn't even remembered entered, his dick felt sore, spent but good and
looking beside him laid the long haired blue eyed god. He didn't have to check under the covers... he was
naked. "How the hell did that happened?!"
The boy beside him spoke again.
====Another fuck session later====
When he recovered all his senses, his ass was the one feeling sore, and the sheets were sticky all over, he
felt tired but good again. But before anything else happened. "Please, don't say a single word... I don't
think I can take it."
He wrapped the sheet around himself, as he saw his clothes nowhere in sight. Outside the bedroom he found
himself into a luxurious suite, and sitting on the couch drinking mimosas were the twin love-gods. "We told
you so." playfully said Des.
"You should take a shower... you know seeing you well, I might join you in it." commented Amor.
"What?! No more. I don't swing that way."
"The bedsheets would disagree." said Amor pointing out the several stain in the sheet Derrick was holding.
"Ok. I believe you, he is trully good in talking people into bed. Man, I didn't know gods swung that way. Poor
Psyche."
"We don't swung that way! We swung all-ways! hahahaha!" joked Des.
"And not that you should care, but Psyche and I drifted apart not because of that." said Amor, the shower was
opened, Logan was bathing.
"Trust me Derrick you don't want to open that Can of Worms." advised Des.
Amor felt melancholic, and a little pity for the mortal. "Look, I might help you with that mortal, if it
strike me to do. I deduce you are not around here, so is he or she around or do we have to travel."
"Thank you. First of all is a SHE, and I don't know her, but she is a guest on the hotel... where are we by
the way?"
"Our suite, carry on."
"Right she must be a guest here then... but I don't know her or even her name. The hotel?! How long was I...
in there?"
"About three hours." replied Amor.
"Shit, my family must have ended the tour by now, and are probably looking for me... and I need a shower
desperately."
"Use the one of my room." said Amor pointing to his oddly pink and red room. Derrick entered the shower and
tried to wash away the shame with the scented soaps and lotions.
"Hey Derrick! You want help in there?" said playfully Des.
"NO!" shouted Derrick, but quickly replied. "... thanks. No thanks. I'm OK."
"Well... hey did you said your family was in a tour right?"
"Yes."
"This hotel tour?"
"Yes." replied Derrick again.
"Then you have a lot of time. The tour guide is Clio, muse of history. She will talk their ears out from every
little fact and epic from every miserable rock on Greece."
"Des, you are exaggerated..." said Amor. "But, he is right Clio never lose an opportunity to share her
encyclopedic knowledge. They'll be there for a while. Come on let's look for that beauty."