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Odysseus and his crew were on their way back to Ithaca. Six hundred men and a long distance to cross. It’s been ten years since they have seen their wives, children, siblings or parents. Penelope and Telemachus were waiting for him.
Odysseus was leaning against the railing of the ship, the hot sun shining on his face. He sighed, thinking about the beautiful beaches of Ithaca, his comfortable bed, and most of all, his wife. He would do anything to get back to her.
“Captain,” It was his second in command and brother-in-law Eurylochus, “we have run out of supplies to eat. The war has taken a toll on our food stores. So, captain, what’s your plan?”
“Watch where the birds fly, they will lead us to land,” Odysseus said with a tired smile, “there we shall hunt for food, my second in command.”
Eurylochus nodded and turned to the crew, “Full speed ahead!”
Odysseus leaned back against the railing, looking out to the horizon for any sign of an island.
“Captain!” This time it was his best friend, Polites, when Polites was around, the whole world seemed to light up, as if he was Helios himself, “look! There in the distance is an island. I see a light. Maybe they’re people lighting a fire. Maybe they have some food to share with us.”
Polites was always cheerful and optimistic. It made the rest of the crew cheer up as well. Made them see light in between all the darkness of the war. Everyone trusted Polites and everyone liked Polites.
But Odysseus likes him the most.
Eurylochus came to stand next to him.
“I say we strike first. We don’t have time for negotiation. Lets raid the place and-“
“No.” This was the perfect chance for Odysseus to get some alone time with his best friend. It’s been a while since the last time that he wasn’t surrounded by 599 other men. Which also means that it’s been a while since he had time to have his pleasure with Polites.
“Polites, gear up,” he said while pinning on his chlamys, “you and I’ll go ahead.” He winked at Polites to let him know his true intentions, but also made sure that Eurylochus couldn’t see.
Quickly he thought of an excuse; “we should try to find a way no one ends up dead.”
Eurylochus most likely had already figured out what was happening between the two, years ago. He grew up with them after all. But he never mentioned it directly, only saying little comments once and again.
“We don’t know what’s ahead” Eurylochus protested. Yeah, he knew. But who cares. Odysseus is his king. It’s not like he can do anything about it.
He put a hand on Eurylochus’ shoulder and looked up at him. Even if Odysseus was smaller than most of his men, they all respected him.
“Give us until sunrise, and if we don’t return you can come find us and make the place burn.” He gave an assuring squeeze to the shoulder before letting go. He grabbed a bag and threw it over his own shoulder, making sure it was his bag and not one of the other’s.
They arrived at the island and Polites and he jumped onto the beach.
It was nice to have something other than hard wood under his feet. And also to not be swaying on the waves 24/7.
They waved the crew goodbye and entered the fast forest.
After a few minutes of looking around Polites speaks; “Until sunrise, huh?” He chuckled. It was a beautiful sound. So cheerful and so Polites.
Polites and Odysseus had been ‘messing around’ since they were younger men. Before the war and before Penelope.
It had always been just quick handjobs and the occasional blowjob, with breathy chuckles and soft moans.
But after a while it got more intimate; talking during sex, kissing on the mouth, letting their moans spill freely.
And then they figured out that they loved eachother. Not only as best friends, but as how a husband would love his wife, or in this case; his husband.
After Odysseus met Penelope, they kept their distance for a while. They stayed being friends, best friends, but no more touching.
Odysseus never told Penelope. Not even after they got married. But she guessed. Of course she did. She knew him as well as only Polites knew him.
She confronted him. Gently, not angry as most wives would be after finding out their husband was in love with an other man.
They sat down on their bed and talked. They always talked. And never judged. They could tell eachother everything.
And after a while Penelope allowed Odysseus to also share his bed with Polites again. He didn’t do so immediately, still not sure and not wanting to seem like he wanted to get away from his wife so bad.
But he did go back to Polites. At first he declined, not wanting to hurt the queen. Always thinking about everyone else. But Odysseus explained the deal he and Penelope had made.
And from that moment he had two lovers. His wife and his best friend. The loves of his life.
They even shared their bed with all three of them a few drunken nights. And Odysseus couldn’t complain. He was truly blessed with those two beautiful people by his side.
He cut a branch out of his way with his sword and sighed, “can you blame me? It’s been months.”
Polites followed him, a slight skip in his steps, “Of course not. I have missed you too.”
Odysseus smiled to himself. He really loved Polites.
There was a sudden rustling in the bushes next to them and Odysseus pushed Polites behind him. It probably wouldn’t have mattered much, since Polites was almost a head taller than him, and yet he felt the need to protect his best friend.
He pointed his sword towards the bushes, and out of them hopped a little rabbit.
Polites chuckled, “you can relax, my friend”
Odysseus lowered his sword and sighed, “I’m fine, Polites.”
Polites grabbed his hand and pulled him with him as they kept walking.
“There is nothing on this island that could hurt us, Ody,” Polites said and Odysseus smiled at the nickname, “we have won a war. A little rabbit won’t defeat you”
Odysseus followed after Polites willingly. After having to command six hundred men for ten years, it’s always nice to be the one following for once.
After walking hand in hand for a while, they reach a nice secluded clearing. It’s a little grass field with tiny white and pink flowers dotted around.
Polites lead him to the middle and faced him, “Let me help you relax, Ody.” He smiled. This smile was only reserved for Odysseus. It was soft and with a tiny hint of cheekiness.
Polites’ hands went to the buckle of Odysseus’ chlamys and it fell to the grass.
He moved to cradle Ody’s cheek in his hand and wiped his thumb under his eye. Odysseus couldn’t help but smile.
Finally Polites leaned forward and Odysseus met him halfway to capture his lips. It was a sweet, long lasting kiss. No tongue or teeth. Just lips meeting. Feeling for the first time after so long.
And before Odysseus knew it, he was on his back in the grass. He didn’t know when Polites put him there, but he wasn’t complaining. And the grass was surprisingly soft.
Polites was lying on top of him with a hand on either side of his head to keep himself up.
He pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at him.
“You look pretty between the flowers,” he plucked a tiny pink flower from the grass and put it in Ody’s hair, “maybe I could keep you here forever.” He chuckled.
Odysseus could only stare up at this beautiful man on top of him. He loved being the one underneath. With both Penelope and Polites. He loved seeing his loved ones from this angle.
Of course he also liked being on top. He couldn’t let them do all the work. But his lovers on top would always be his favourite.
He leaned up and captured Polites’ lips in an other kiss. This one was far more passionate.
No, passionate was not the word. Every kiss they shared was passionate. Maybe some were softer than others, and maybe some were filthier than others, but they all carried the same amount of love and passion.
No, this kiss was full of desire. Odysseus licked his way inside the other’s mouth and moaned softly once their tongues made contact.
They danced together for what felt like hours, maybe even days.
They kissed unto they were both out of breath.
Polites rested his forehead against Odysseus’ as he tried to catch his breath.
“I love you,” he breathed and Ody’s smile widened. He wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck and pulled him into a tight hug. He turned his head so he could smell his lover’s hair. Odysseus heard Polites chuckle in the crook his neck, “I’m guessing that means you love me too.”
“I love you, Polites” Odysseus breathed into the other’s hair. He felt Polites smile against his neck before a wet kiss got placed there.
He let out a soft moan and turned his head to make more room for his lover to explore.
“Careful not to lea-“ he breathed, but Polites cut him off, “- not to leave marks. I know. I will be careful”
He kept kissing his neck, but never using teeth or sucking. They couldn’t have the others ask more questions than needed.
Polites undid the buckles of his chiton and started leaving trails of kisses down his chest and stomach.
Odysseus’ hand found the other’s hair and moved his fingers in it to grab his curls. Not hard enough to hurt.
Odysseus’ breathing started becoming heavier again and could feel his blood rush down his body. He needed Polites. But he also didn’t want to sound too desperate just yet.
“I brought my bag,” he breathed out. Polites chuckled, “I noticed.” He pushed his knee between Ody’s legs and opened them. He settled between them and Odysseus gladly let him.
Polites pulled Ody’s chiton over his head and tossed it aside, leaving him fully bare in only his sandals.
Polites places a kiss on Odysseus’ knee, “pretty” he muttered. Polites liked giving compliments. Odysseus has noticed that throughout the years.
He laid his arms over his face to hide his blush but Polites gently pulled it away, “No, all of you is pretty.” He said and leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. Odysseus always blushed like a maiden when Polites or Penelope complimented him, or kissed him so gently. He loved it.
Polites sat up right and reached for the bag that had been disregarded a while ago. He opened it and pulled out a little bottle with oil. Odysseus had bought it at their last stop with a market. They have used it a few times already, so there’s not a lot left, but it will be enough.
Odysseus wrapped his legs around Polites and prepared himself by taking a deep breath.
Polites coated his fingers I with the oil and put the bottle away. He looked down at Odysseus for a few seconds. He always had this look on his face when he looked at Odysseus in this state, like he had seen a god or something.
“You are so beautiful” Polites whispered in his neck. His oil coated hand reached between his legs and Ody could feel the first finger move between his cheeks. He arched his back slightly to give Polites better access.
His head fell back with a gasp as the first finger pushed inside. Polites’ free hand moved gently up and down his thigh.
He slowly moved his finger inside of Odysseus and kept kissing his neck.
“Are you alright, Ody?” Polites asked after a few seconds. Apparently Odysseus was holding his breath. He let out the air he was holding and nodded, “yes. I’m better than alright” he replied, his voice breathy.
Polites smiled and kissed his collarbone.
Gently he added a second finger and Odysseus moaned, his legs tightening around Polites and his hands digging into the grass below him.
“Don’t hurt the flowers,” Polites said slightly teasing. He curled his fingers and hit exactly the right spot which made Odysseus’ back arch and his toes curl.
He held onto Polites’ shoulders instead of the grass.
He gripped the fabric of his chiton between his finger. There were too much clothes. He needed to feel Polites’ skin.
He moved to lift the hem of his tunic, “off” he tried to sound demanding, but that was difficult with Polites’ fingers inside of him.
But Polites followed the command. He pulled his fingers out which made Odysseus squirm, and lifted his tunic over his head and tossed it aside.
Odysseus grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. Gods, he had missed this.
Polites put his fingers back inside his hole, three this time, and scissored him open.
After not long, Odysseus became a panting mess.
Polites kissed his neck again and lightly bit down on his earlobe. Ody squirmed, “I need you, Polites,” He cried, “I love you”
“Are you sure?” Polites pulled back to look at his face, “I don’t want it to hur-“
Odysseus nodded quickly, “I’m sure. I need to feel you.”
Polites smiled and pulled his finger out again and grabbed the bottle of oil. He covered his member with some of it and put the bottle away.
He grabbed Ody’s legs and wrapped one of them around his own waist and the other over his shoulder.
This was Odysseus’ favourite position with Polites, because he got to see his face. And he really liked looking at Polites’ face. Even more so in this state, with a light shine of sweat on his forehead and his pupils so big his irises looked almost completely black.
He scooted his ass closer towards Polites and took a deep breath.
“Relax, my friend” Polites smiled down at him, “are you ready?”
Odysseus nodded again, feeling too high to form any sort of words.
Polites lines himself up and slowly pushed inside. They both grunted once he was fully in.
Odysseus was holding Polites’ arms, his nails digging into his biceps, leaving crescent moon shaped. Polites was holding Ody’s hip and leg.
He gave Odysseus enough time to get used to the sensation, and once he nodded again he began to slowly move, grunting while doing so.
Odysseus bit his bottom lip as to not let too much sounds out in case there indeed were people on the island.
Polites took shaky breaths and seemed to try very hard not to just ram into Odysseus. He was always so thoughtful.
Odysseus leaned up to capture the other’s mouth again, and while doing so changing the position just so slightly that they both moaned at the same time.
Polites kept moving slowly until Odysseus started rocking back to meet his movements. He saw that as a go ahead to move quicker. So he did.
Odysseus’ whole body jerked when Polites pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back in. He couldn’t help but let a loud moan spill into the other’s mouth, which Polites drank like it was nectar.
They kept this pace with the occasional slower or harder thrust.
Once Ody’s moans became more frequent and louder, Polites grabbed his throbbing member and started stroking with the same speed as the thrusts.
Odysseus felt the familiar feeling in his belly that tells him he is about to come, and he knew Polites was close as well.
He wanted Polites to finish first, to feel his seed inside him. So he squeezed his hole and watched with a slightly open mouth how his lover’s face scrunched up in pleasure.
He moaned when he felt the warmth fill him and tears started to form in his eyes.
Polites stayed inside him and moved his hand faster on his member.
Odysseus was a moaning mess and before long he had coated both their stomachs with his seed.
Polites pulled out and layed down next to Odysseus in the grass. Odysseus whinched slightly when he felt the seed slowly dripping out of him, but he didn’t find it unpleasant.
Polites grabbed his hand in his own and kissed Ody’s cheek.
“See?” He chuckled, “you should relax more often.”
Once they had cleaned up and redressed, they looked further around the island where they eventually met lotus eaters who pointed them to a cave where there would be food.
Once they got back to the ship, Odysseus was limping slightly and he could see Eurylochus shake his head in slight disappointment.
Odysseus just smiled to himself.
They sailed to the cave and Odysseus felt fulfilled. They were on their way home, he had one of the loves of his life with him, and they would have food very soon.
What more could a man want?