Pillow Talk	 Pillow Talk
 by Erin
 January 2005
 
  In all of Ares' previous experience, mortals generally did one of two
things after he fucked them, they either dropped to their knees and
thanked him profusely for the honor (and if they knew what was good for
them, they followed up that thanks with a blow job), or they kept their
mouths shut and left after he was done with them. They did not sit there
in his bed, naked, covered in come, and talk about how their day went.
 
 Not unless they were Joxer.
 
 "So then Gabby hit the guard with her staff because the other guard
knocked him into her and she thought he was, you know, grabbing at her
like that and he hit her back and Xena didn't like that so she knocked him
out with one of those really hard punches she does "
 
 "Breathe," Ares said, because as entertaining as it could be to watch
Joxer's face turn blue like that, he did tend to pass out and he wasn't
much use in bed after that.
 
 "Oh, right, thanks." Joxer grinned widely at him, even as he drew in a
deep breath. "The guy fell on me and -- did you know Denes' men don't
bathe more than twice a year? At least that's what it smelled like and
since he's your warlord you should talk to him about that -- or maybe you
should wait until after he gets out of that jail Xena put him in -- but
don't blame her! Like I was saying, he and his men were attacking us
and...."
 
 On the other hand, if Joxer passed out, it meant that he wasn't running
his mouth anymore. 
 
 Crossing his ankles, leaning back against the metal headboard, Ares
decided that next time he wouldn't give Joxer the reminder.
 
 Of course, it would be easier to just cut Joxer's voice off, or maybe
even remove it entirely, but, the one time he'd threatened to do that,
Joxer had...had looked at him. Pathetic, that look, eyes wide, face going
pale as hurt and worse, resignation flittered across his expression, like
he'd been hoping for so much more and wasn't surprised that he wouldn't
get it. Ares had almost taken that look off Joxer's face with a handy
fireball, but it would've caused far too much trouble when Xena found out
-- and there was no "if," she would find out -- so it'd been easier to
just wave the issue aside, let Joxer go on talking.
 
 Which he did. Constantly. Even when Ares had him bent over, ass in the
air, Joxer kept up a steady stream of words, although, Ares could tolerate
that better than his normal babble. Because Joxer begged so prettily.
Those "mores" and "harders" and "pleases" were like poetry falling from
Joxer's mouth, his tone dropping to a low, grating level that sent
pleasant shivers through Ares with his tongue or cock buried as deep
inside Joxer as he could get.
 
 But it was far less tolerable with Joxer just sitting there, cross-legged
in front of him, talking about anything and everything that came into his
-- incredibly empty  -- head. He wore that jarringly bright grin, his eyes
flashing with excitement as he described yet another round of trouble Xena
and her pet bard had no doubt had to pull him out of, though to hear Joxer
tell it, he was the only reason they'd escaped alive.
 
 "Then Denes pulled out that big axe of his and went after Xena but I
couldn't let him do that so I drew my sword and challenged him right
there! And you know everyone knows Joxer the Mighty's reputation so he
backed off--"
 
 More like fell backwards laughing, if Ares had to make a guess.
 
 "--and I bought us some time so Xena could help Gabby up, but not a lot
of it because Denes came back with a whole lot more men -- hey, can you
get me an axe like his? With that really neat scroll work on the blade and
a really sharp edge and--"
 
 "Not a chance," Ares said firmly, drumming his fingers on his bare thigh.
Joxer in his bed was mildly entertaining; Joxer in pieces would be less
so.
 
 "Oh." Joxer seemed to consider that for a moment, frowning briefly. Then
he shrugged and smiled again. "Okay, so how about a new sword? Because the
last one broke when I blocked Denes' axe."
 
 "You blocked an axe with a rapier?" Ares gave him an incredulous look.
"And what? You think I'll give you another good one to destroy?"
 
 "Well, I thought that, you know, maybe a bigger one." Joxer shrugged,
dropping his gaze. "That one was so thin and I think I just need
something, I don't know, bigger."
 
 "You want bigger? Fine." Ares shoved himself up, one hand braced on the
bed while the other reached out to grab Joxer.
 
 His hand closed around Joxer's wrist, and before Joxer could do more than
open his mouth to ask what was undoubtedly an incredibly stupid question,
Ares yanked him forward. He put enough force into it to send Joxer
sprawling on top of him, an ungainly tangle of long, pale limbs.
 
 "Hey!" Joxer squeaked the word, staring up at Ares in surprise and
annoyance. And how dare a mortal be annoyed with him?
 
 Ares flipped him over onto his back with a simple twist of his wrist.
Joxer yelped, the sound cutting off in a wuff of choked off breath as he
landed. Fortunately for Joxer, the mattress cushioned him, unfortunately,
Ares wasn't nearly as padded, and he wasn't gentle about it when he
levered himself on top of Joxer, pinning him there with every ounce of
hard muscle and bone that made up his form in the mortal realm.
 
 Joxer's mouth fell open, and he tried to pull in deep gulps of air, but
Ares could see he wasn't getting much.
 
 "How's this for bigger?" Ares used his knees to shove Joxer's legs apart,
hands pushing Joxer's thighs up, tilting his hips and one hard thrust--
 
 Joxer cried out, but it was muffled to Ares' ears, drowned out by the
sound of his own deep groan as he slid into that so very tight ass. He
knew Joxer wasn't in any pain, or none that mattered, not with the way he
was still so open and slicked up from last time.
 
 A couple long pulls out, slow pushes back in and Joxer moaned, raising
his legs further, draping one over Ares' shoulder.
 
 "M--much big--bigger," Joxer agreed around gasps, as Ares began rocking
steadily into him.
 
 "Yeah." The word came out as a low growl and, bracing one hand on the bed
for more leverage, Ares moved for a better, deeper angle.
 
 Joxer's hands slid up his chest, one resting over his nipple, palm
rubbing hard against it, sending little sparks of sharp pleasure straight
to Ares' cock. Joxer's other hand moved up to grab a handful of Ares'
hair, fingers tangling in the strands before Joxer tugged at him.
 
 Ares lowered his head, and Joxer met him halfway, kissing him hard, wet
and open, tongue pushing into Ares' mouth. It was an awkward angle for a
mortal, though Ares could have fucked and kissed him like this for hours.
But he didn't try to keep Joxer there when that agile tongue slid out of
his mouth, licked along his bottom lip before withdrawing entirely.
 
 Joxer lay back, gripped the sheet beside him tightly, then gave Ares that
wide grin -- right before he shoved his hips up, tightening hard around
Ares' cock.
 
 The feel, the heat and clench of muscles around him tore a groan from
Ares and he thrust faster, rising up a little more onto his knees, finding
a different angle, finding--
 
 A shout from Joxer, encouragement and pleasure and he let go of the sheet
to wrap his hand around his own cock.
 
 Ares sat up fully, hands moving to grip Joxer's hips, to hold him steady
there as Ares pounded into him, watching Joxer fist himself, hand sliding
up, tightening and moving back down faster and faster. 
 
 Fates, he was tight. Even after doing this half a dozen times in the past
day he was still like a vise around Ares' cock, drawing him in, clutching
at him, holding him there and dragging a harsh groan of pleasure from Ares
every time he pulled back.
 
 Joxer's eyes had closed, lashes dark against his skin and every time Ares
thrust in, so very, very deep, he moaned softly, sometimes a broken
whimper. His hand flexed around his cock, thumb rubbing under the head and
then he was coming.
 
 Ares didn't stop. Still rocking into him, Ares watched with a grin that
was as vicious as it was pleased as Joxer bucked up beneath him, gasping
and crying out, come splattering over his chest in three long spurts.
 
 Tightening his grip on Joxer's hips, Ares slammed forward, as hard as he
dared, over and over. Joxer would be damn sore later, but he'd be smiling
about it.
 
 Joxer was limp beneath him now, body rocking with Ares' fast, shallow
thrusts, a moan escaping him once when Ares' cock hit the perfect spot.
But Ares wasn't worried about Joxer now, he was after his own pleasure and
it was a single-minded pursuit. Jaw clenched, he gasped through gritted
teeth, hips working at a frantic pace. He rocked into Joxer, pressing
deeper, feeling Joxer so incredibly tight around him and a burning was
starting at the base of his spine, lights sparking before his eyes.
 
 Twice more, driving so deep in, shuddering as heat shot up his back,
thighs clenching with it, white hot through his cock and he thought maybe
he yelled but he couldn't hear anything over the roaring in his ears,
couldn't see past the too-bright flashing in front of his eyes.
 
 It was a mortal man's weakness, collapsing after a round of good -- okay,
damn good sex, but Ares had found that there was pleasure in that part of
it as well. Dropping down on top of Joxer, knocking the breath out of him,
feeling sweaty, overheated skin slide against his own as aftershocks of
pleasure shot through him, tingling along his spine. There was something
about lying there sprawled out on top of Joxer's still gasping body,
feeling his cock soften and slip out of him, it just felt...good. Better
than summoning his powers to banish the ache of hard worked muscles, the
tiredness that hung over him, the stickiness between them. It was pleasant
to just lie there, let his breathing slow naturally, feel Joxer's heart
gradually cease its pounding.
 
 "Wow, that was fun!" Joxer said eventually, his tone bright and cheerful
despite the lingering breathlessness in his voice.
 
 Face pressed against Joxer's shoulder, Ares had to turn his head to see
Joxer, nose brushing against soft, pale skin as he moved.
 
 Joxer was grinning again and Ares smirked back, or maybe it was more of a
smile.
 
 "So, um...." Joxer brought a hand up to touch Ares' hair, to stroke his
fingers over the long, sweat-dampened mass. "Can I have a new sword?"
 
 Ares snorted, a soft sound against Joxer's collarbone; like he was going
to be bribed into it. "Yeah."
 
 He frowned. That didn't sound a whole lot like the firm "no" he'd planned
on saying. That wasn't a good sign.
 
 Joxer's grin widened. "Thanks!" He angled his head enough to fit their
lips together, his nose pressing hard against the side of Ares', the fit
bordering on uncomfortable. Ares leaned into the kiss anyway.
 
 He pulled back a moment later, just enough to see Joxer's face, to look
closely at him. Joxer grinned at him again, lips stretched wide in one of
the most ridiculous looking expressions Ares had ever seen on a mortal
face. Joxer looked so utterly comic, not in the least bit sexy; there was
nothing there to inspire passion or even lust. And yet Ares found himself
smiling back, felt his cock twitch against Joxer's thigh, a shiver work
through him when Joxer's fingers brushed over his shoulder.
 
 "Definitely not a good sign," he said under his breath.
 
 "Huh?" Joxer gave him a curious look, that grin not dimming in the
slightest.
 
 Ares just shook his head, leaned in and kissed him again.
 
 
 Fin