Just Another Night...
NC-17 for explicit SLASH content.
(Insert standard fan-fiction disclaimers here)
Side by side, their bedrolls touching, Gabrielle and
Xena lay fast asleep. They'd been asleep for hours, as
best as Joxer could judge the passing time. He knew if
he wasn't here tonight with them, their bedrolls
wouldn't be the only things touching at the moment. He
tried to dismiss that thought before it lead to other
ones about exactly what type of touching might have gone
on in his absence.
It wasn't the idea that Xena and Gabby were lovers that
was bothering him and keeping him awake. They didn't
think he knew about how "close" they really were, and
they tried to keep it a secret for some reason he didn't
quite understand--unless it was because they believed
he still had some sort of crush of Gabby and didn't
want to disappoint him. Whatever. Sure, he still thought
she was beautiful and sexy and all that, but he knew
when something was out of reach.
No, what was bothering him was the simple fact that
there they were, happily sleeping side by side.
Inseparable, constant companions, almost always within
each other's reach, there when they needed help, or
someone to talk to...
Someone to love.
He'd finally found someone to love, too. But tonight,
like most nights, that someone was somewhere far away.
Joxer could count the number of nights they'd actually
been able to sleep in each other's arms on one hand. His
lover visited when he could but was never able to tell
Joxer when he might be able to return. Their time
together, brief and sporadic as it tended to be, was
never enough to satisfy Joxer's desire for companionship.
But he knew that was the way things would have
to be in this relationship, no matter how much he
thought the situation sucked.
When a god decided to take a mortal as a lover, the
mortal couldn't make demands. You had to take what you
got with gratitude--which of course, Joxer did. He
sometimes just wished his lover didn't always have so
many things to do and places to be, because it only left
Joxer wondering, night after lonely night, when the god
would have the time to be with him again.
He rolled onto his back with a sigh, staring up at the
starry night sky. Where are you tonight? he wondered
idly, seeing the uniquely handsome god in perfect
clarity with his mind's eye. That fiendishly wicked
smile, the ever-present glimmer in his eyes. A
dangerous god to entangle oneself with, Joxer knew, but
that danger only made him all the more appealing to the
young mortal. Joxer had always wanted to live a
dangerous life; he had merely figured that the danger
would come from the people he fought--not the people he
Are you busy, causing trouble somewhere, as always? he
thought, smiling a little as he thought of the havoc his
lover was so good at instigating. But then the smile faded
as he then wondered, Or did you find someone else to
spend the night with, someone better than me?
Joxer knew he could make no claims on his lover and his
temperamental affections. Gods came and went as they
pleased, staying with a mortal until they grew bored, or
keeping up with at least a dozen or so at any given
time just to keep things interesting. Wasn't that the
way it went?
True, this god had told Joxer that their relationship
was different, more than another meaningless fling or
diversion. Sometimes Joxer could convince himself that
might really be the case--when he caught that beautiful
if rare, adoring look his love's eyes, a tender smile
instead of the usual sneering one. Joxer wanted to
believe it was a look of love, a mirror of the way he
felt, and had felt almost since their first encounter.
But during these long days--weeks, now--alone, he
began to doubt such a thing could ever be possible. A
god in love with him? "Get real," as his lover might
say. And he stopped caring if it was really love or
simply lust--he'd be perfectly happy with either, as
long as he could be with his lover just one more time.
The things he did to Joxer, the things he made him
feel...the things he made Joxer want to do that had
never crossed his mind before, not even in his most
Joxer sighed in dismay as he realized this particular
line of thought was getting him nowhere closer to
being able to fall asleep. Indeed, the opposite was the
case. Thinking about his lover and the things they did
together had rewarded him with a painfully hard
erection. Now he really wasn't going to be able to get
He lay as quiet and still as he could, trying to ignore
it, trying to push aside thoughts of his lover. Of
course the more he tried to put aside those thoughts,
the more severe his condition became. He was going to
have to do something, he knew, to take care of this,
and unfortunately they were miles away from a cold lake
or stream. There was only one other option he could think
He listened intently and glanced to his side, trying to
gauge if Xena and Gabby were really asleep, on the other
side of the campsite, and if he could risk taking
matters...into his own hands, so to speak. The last
thing he needed was for either or both of them to
catch him jerking off... Though on the other
hand, the idea of doing as much with the women so near
was making him even more turned on than before, if that
was humanly possible.
Carefully, as quietly as he could, he loosened the top
of his trousers and slid them down his thighs. He then
did the same with his shorts, shivering a little as the
cool night air embraced his free and fully erect cock.
The first touch of his even cooler palm against the
sensitive flesh nearly made him gasp aloud, but he bit
his lip and forced himself to stay silent. It didn't
take long for friction to sufficiently warm up his hand
anyway and to begin to provide the relief he so
It felt good...nowhere near as good as when his lover
did this to him, or sucked on him, or especially those
rare occasions when his lover let Joxer fuck his
glorious body. But Joxer had a vivid imagination, and a
wealth of heated memories to draw upon as he closed his
eyes in bliss and his mind helped his body race towards
Suddenly Joxer yelped as a hand grabbed his wrist and
stopped his self-pleasuring. At least, he tried to
yelp, but a gag had appeared out of nowhere over his
mouth and about all that actually came out was a stifled
"Hey luv, you weren't gonna waste this, were you? Looks
like I got here just in time."
Oh, gods, yes! Joxer moaned silently, as his hand
was eased away from his throbbing cock, only to be
replaced by moist, hungry lips. His clothes, he
realized, were completely gone now as well, the naked
flesh of his legs tingling as metal and leather rubbed
"Mmm..." the dark-haired god purred in appreciation as
he licked Joxer's cock slowly, starting at the base and
then working his way methodically up to the head. He
paused and with a smile, murmured, "Missed you, too. Now,
be a good, quiet boy if you don't want girlfriends over
there to wake up."
Joxer tried, really he did, but in the end it was a damn
good thing the god had made sure to gag him first. The
things this immortal could do to Joxer with that wicked,
expert mouth and tongue always left him screaming for
mercy. He'd been so close to coming even before the god
had arrived to assist that it took very little time for
his lover to bring him back to the edge of climax. He
wished he could hold out longer but it was impossible;
he had to simply give in and let his body respond as it
pleased. At the last second he roughly grabbed a handful
of the other's hair and thrust up into the eager, burning
hot mouth, coming hard down his lover's throat.
Oh, gods, I so needed that, Joxer thought dreamily,
sinking back down against the ground and letting the god
lick him dry, and then cover his quivering stomach with
"Yeah, I could tell. I could feel you thinking about me
all the way back on Olympus." The god lay down on the
bedroll next to Joxer, stroking his chest affectionately
as Joxer slowly recovered from the powerful orgasm. His
eyes sparkling with mischief and passion, the god asked,
"Think you can stay quiet if I take the gag off now?"
Sure...I know a good way to keep my mouth occupied.
"Oh, I think you were reading my mind, luv," was the
snickered reply as the god then stood up, and in a flash
dispensed with his all-black attire.
Joxer found the gag had disappeared as well, and he rose
to his knees, ready to worship his lover's body as it so
deserved. Let Xena and Gabrielle wake up now, he
thought, imagining their reaction to seeing him like
this--naked, fondling and kissing nothing but thin air.
They'd think I was totally nuts.
"Maybe I'd let them see just who you're worshipping,
lover-boy. Wouldn't that throw 'em in a fit."
Joxer pressed his mouth hard against a solid thigh,
using the leg to stifle his giggles at that image.
Regaining his composure, he playfully cupped and
squeezed the god's firm ass, thinking back at him,
Xena'd probably skin me alive. If she was in a generous
mood. But he didn't let that thought bother him, not
when his favorite plaything was beckoning for his
attention. His lover's more than generously endowed cock
stood out proudly from a tangle of black curls,
glistening drops of wetness seeping forth from its tip.
Joxer breathed in deeply, loving the musky, familiar
scent of arousal. He nuzzled the tender skin with his
nose and lips, savoring the anticipation of taking his
lover into his mouth.
The god groaned at the teasing touch. "Go on, what're
you waiting for?" he asked with some irritation.
Patience was not one of the god's finer attributes, and
so Joxer figured he'd better get on with it. He gently
grasped the base of the cock in one hand and began
stroking it, as he sucked the head between his
moistened, thirsting lips. He heard the god draw in his
breath, and then growl as Joxer started a slow rhythm,
sucking and stroking in unison. He picked up the pace in
response to the god's swaying movements against him, as
always delighting in the fact that he could bring so
much pleasure to this one whom he adored more than
anyone in the world. When he was ready, he began to take
the thick, delicious hardness deeper down his throat,
sliding his hand away and around his lover's firm ass.
"Fuck!" the god gasped, as Joxer swallowed down almost
his entire length. "Oh, fuck where'd you learn to do
that so good?"
Joxer was too busy to answer, trying to stay relaxed and
keep his lover deep inside him without gagging. If he
could never be a good fighter or killer, he wanted to be
able to serve his beloved god as best he could in some
fashion--and so far this was the finest way he'd
The god's breathing grew ragged and sharp, and he began
thrusting against Joxer's mouth in earnest until he came
with a cry that thankfully only Joxer could hear. Hot
spurts of cream slid down Joxer's throat, and he eased
back to taste and savor the last seeping drops of it
from the god's cock.
Seems like I wasn't the only one who needed it bad,
Joxer thought, looking up at the god with a grin.
"Won't argue with you there..." the other answered
breathlessly. Needs of the flesh satisfied for the
moment, god and mortal sunk back down onto the bedroll,
luxuriating in long kisses and caresses. Joxer ran his
fingers through the god's hair, loving the way it felt
and wondering as always how he managed to get it to stay
"Professional secret," the god answered, wrapping a
strand of Joxer's hair around one finger. "Grow yours
out a bit and maybe I can do something a little more
creative with it, too."
"Really?" I mean--really? Joxer had to remind himself
to be careful, directing his comments only in his head
and not aloud. You couldn't do something about getting
me some better armor or leather though, too, could you?
I mean, maybe something a little bit like what you
"Hey, no copy-catting my gear, all right? 'Sides, I love
your outfit. It's like you've got this radical,
deconstructivist warrior-look going on. Totally cool.
What do you think first caught my attention about you,
Joxer could only answer with a smile. That was why he
loved this god so dearly--he didn't seem to mind Joxer's
faults, his clumsiness, his...well, everything that
normally caused people to look down at him. Everything
he was used to being embarrassed about, this god wanted
him to revel in.
"You're one of a kind, Jox. Just like me. If other
people can't deal with that, that's tough shit for
them." The god kissed him again, their tongues sharing
in the taste of each other and creating a delicious
flavor that was uniquely their own.
Far too soon, the god pulled away, looking into Joxer's
eyes with obvious regret. Have to leave already? Joxer
guessed, trying to quell his disappointment.
"Yeah, sorry, luv. War and all that sort of stuff going
down near Athens and I'm already gonna be in for it for
getting there late."
Ares never cuts you any slack, does he?
"Eh. He's okay, he just needs to learn how to loosen up
a bit sometimes." In an instant both of them were
dressed, and the god promised him after one last kiss,
"I'll stop back again soon as I can."
You'd better, Joxer returned in a mock threat.
"Oh, ordering me around now, are you?"
Sorry. Maybe you need to teach me a proper lesson in
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The god smirked. "You
sick little bastard. Careful, or I might borrow some of
Ares' 'special' toys for the next time I see you."
Promises, promises, Joxer thought at him teasingly.
"Fine, be that way. You're just trying to make sure I
get back to you as soon as I can, ain'tcha?"
"Well, it's working. See ya soon, luv," Strife told him,
and then with a bright flash he was gone.
Joxer sighed and curled onto his side, hand resting on
the once again empty spot on the bedroll next to him.
Another all too brief encounter, but it had been enough,
for now. His body relaxed and pleasantly
tingling from Strife's touch, the taste of him still on
his lips, Joxer finally drifted asleep.