Hermes found himself drunk, on top of this beautiful man from another time and place, on a boulder by the sea...
And yet even when this siren’s son has not used his gifts on him, Hermes felt like he was entranced. He had Glasán raise one of his legs, so that he may be between them.
He took off Glasán’s trousers in one fell swoop, the soft cotton feeling nice against his skin.
He started kissing from the ankles, then to his legs... his knees...
"Wait, lad." Glasán placed a hand on his head. "Ye don’t need to be goin’ down on that... I’m sweatin’ buckets, haven’t washed me self proper. Could we not just go straight at it?"
Hermes blinked, not expecting this request. But it does make sense, especially since people in this era have different sensibilities when it comes to intercourse.
Hermes kissed his neck. "I just want to make you feel good..."
"That’s mighty sweet of ya," Glásan smiled. "But it’s feckin’ cold out here... someone might spot us."
Hermes kissed lower to his chest, undoing his tunic.
Glasán finally admitted the truth. "Alright... truth is, it’s me first time at this, so... I’d like to go the whole way before I lose me nerve."
Hermes grinned at this, realizing something.
"You’re actually a shy one, aren’t you? A loud twittering finch but hides in the nest when approached."
Glasán reddened, since his name was also the Irish name of the greenfinch. Plus he had always been teased for his cowardly nature and short stature.
"This finch’ll peck your wood if you keep actin’ the maggot." He said, pouting.
Acting the maggot was usually a phrase to scold someone misbehaving, especially children. Hermes couldn’t help but chuckle at how similar Glasán and Somner were sometimes. They really were related.
"You want to peck on my wood?"
Hermes pulled down his own trousers, revealing his hard, hard wood. As hard as the boulder Glasán was sitting on.
"Dear lord..." Glasán’s little green eyes gleamed at seeing it.
There’s something so... siren-like in his movements the moment he saw Hermes’ manhood. His movements were slow and fluid, like he was underwater. There’s a dance to it...
Even with the way he licked a stripe on the length.
"Ah..." Hermes’ low voice went a-rumbling like the waves behind him.
Glasán’s eyes shimmered like the sparkling surface of the water, shining like bioluminescent algae.
He began to touch himself, pushing his thighs close together to hide his tiny little birdie.
Hermes chuckled. "Don’t be shy. I have one too, and you’re feasting on it."
Glasán reddened. "You’re a queer fella, so ye are. Most lads don’t want the sight of it because... y’know, I’m no lassie, though I could pass for one easy."
Hermes knew what he was trying to say. After all, homosexuality was tolerated during these times. There were even poetry dedicated to it. But it becomes more ’acceptable’ when the other person’s behaving more like a woman.
And either way, the one who bottomed was seen as lesser than the one who topped.
Which Hermes found absurd. Preference is preference, it has nothing to do with masculinity. He preferred to always top, and that’s it.
He grabbed Glasán’s chin, making him look up so he can see how sincere he was when he said’
"I don’t want to do it with no lassie. I want to do it with you."
Glasán moaned at this, and immediately spread his legs as if he was hypnotized.
It’s pretty ironic since he did have Somner dress up as a maid and called him ’Somnia’ when they spent the night at the hotel. But that was more to tease him, not to imply he’s lesser for playing a feminine role.
Plus he knew Somner was turned on by the crossdressing, so he played into it.
Glasán was a warrior, and he had just got recognition as one tonight.
He needed to uplift him, not humble him.
Hermes went to stroke Glasán’s little thing while the boy sucked him off.
Glásan moaned, and his hips rose and fell.
He let go of Hermes’ cock with a pop, and begged.
"Heimon... put it in me. Please."
Hermes gulped. He really was going to do it now with someone from the 9th century, huh?
But he hesitated, remembering that the last time he put it in was...
Even remembering his name hurts. Remembering his face. Remembering the way he played and toyed with him...
Hermes did not go as far as penetrating Somner and Aphrodite during their night together because of this. Even now, he was still healing from the pain. The idea of him becoming one with someone was supposed to be something beautiful.
But that monster tarnished it.
"Is there something the matter, Heimon?" Glasán asked when Hermes paused for a long while. "Want me to turn meself ’round?"
Glasán flipped himself over on the rock, arching his back.
"Would this suit ye better? So you don’t have to look at me little shillelagh?"
Hermes shook his head. "No, it’s not that at all... I do want to see your face. And like I said, I have no qualms with you having a rod. I just..."
Hermes sighed, hugging him from behind. "The first time I actually put it in... It was inside a devil. Not a good man."
Glasán’s eyes widened, and he understood. He leaned more on Hermes as if to comfort him, letting Hermes use him as a support pillow.
"Me too... This isn’t actually my first..."
Hermes was stunned. But he let Glasán finish.
"I just didn’t want it to count... I don’t think it should count. He thought I was a lass anyway. So I’m makin’ this me first, if that makes sense."
He started sobbing, and Hermes held him tighter. Hermes kissed his tears. It was salty like the sea breeze.
"It’s alright. It’s over now. Those who hurt us... they’re not around anymore. It’s just you and me."
Glasán nodded, gripping Hermes’ arms tighter as they wrapped around his waist.
"That’s why I was so eager, y’see... I don’t want the old memory stoppin’ us. Maybe if it’s with someone I’ve a real fancy for... it’ll fix somethin’ inside me."
Hermes could relate to that feeling too.
It also felt too premature. It felt too impulsive to wash away the past with the touch of a stranger.
Both of them were not quite ready yet.
"Can we do this instead?" Hermes said, and then...
He slipped his thing between Glasán’s thighs.
"Ahh... It’s rubbin’ against me..."
Glasán groaned, and relished the feeling of their bodies being in sync. He kept his legs together tightly, and felt as if he really was a siren...
Making love with a man who actually sees him for who he is.
Eventually, they both reached the peak of their ecstasy. The boulder first received Glasán’s, then Hermes’.
They then kissed each other and took a moment to catch their breaths. But as Hermes looked up at the forest past the beach...
He found two lights. One blue... one iridescent.
And then his own face, pale and ghastly. Watching them like some fae spirit with unfathomable intentions.