Son Of Apollo

Chapter 15-Godstagram

Avery POV August 10    ^^Jaylon

It has been a few days after the training incident and I'm gonna start working again today. Yay, back to the maid outfit.........you can see the sarcasm oozing out of me. But nevermind that, what's really important is Jaylon's behavior.

After the incident, we've been training at least an hour each day, just the two of us. We usually go to the temple garden and just train in a clearing. I'm not the best yet since we haven't been training that long, but it's getting easier and easier. Instead of getting tired a minute into a jog, now I can last two minutes!

.........I know, it isn't that big of a deal, but for someone who has never worked out in their life, I think it's pretty amazing. Anyway! The point is, he's constantly around me, be it just doing work in my room while I basically do nothing, eating breakfast lunch and dinner with me almost every day, or even just barging into my room to talk about something completely random.

I'm not saying I hate it, far from it, but it's unexpected. I know that we had a......'date' of some sorts, but I didn't know that this would be what follows. I don't know if I have to do the same as him. I'm not saying I'm not interested in talking, eating or spending almost all day with him, it's just.....I don't know what to do!!!

I'm not scared or anything, but I'm clueless. The last boyfriend I had was in third grade....THIRD GRADE!!! From books I've read to stories I've heard, I'm supposed to do a few things.

1)Talk to each other every day.

- I don't have much of an option since we live in the same place

2)Go on dates.

-We've gone on 1 date, and it wasn't even planned, but I liked it, and I'm sure he liked it too. But I think we're gonna have to go on more dates but I don't know good date ideas.

3)Spend time with each other.

-Again, we live together, and as I've said, he works in my room and comes in basically every day.

So these are basically the fundamentals of dating someone. We do all of this, yet I don't want to say we're dating. I feel like we're dating, but I don't think that we're dating because he hasn't asked me.

I know, I know; call me old school all you like, but I've never had a real boyfriend so I want this to be as official as possible.

I was now sitting in my bed, just pondering over these thoughts when my bedroom door was open, and in the middle stood the man of the hour. He walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, babe" Did I forget to mention that he has also started to call me cute names?? Well, he is. And I love it.

"Morning" I looked down at the box in his hands, dreading the outfit that I knew was in it.

"Since you're going back to work today, I thought I would bring you your work clothes, maybe even help you dress." He put the box down on my bed, giving me a gesture to open it.

Jesus Christ, please save my soul. I pulled the bow, letting the box open amazingly. Inside there was a pair of jean booty shorts, a loose white shirt, a pair of white panties, and a pair of low ankle socks. I looked over at him and saw that in his hands were a pair of soft brown ankle boots.

"Jaylon, I don't think I'll be able to walk in those." They weren't flat, but they didn't have a huge heel, yet I could still see myself falling, twisting my ankle, getting blisters, etc.

"Sure you can. Now go on, either you get dressed or I'll dress you." I stood up, getting a small smack on my booty, and went into the bathroom, figuring out the science on how to put the clothes on.

I put the panties on, being careful of my boy bits, then went on to the shirt, which happened to be a tiny bit transparent, if you really tried, you could see my nipples; the shorts were alright, besides the fact that if I bent down everybody would see everything, they were perfect. And lastly, the shoes; thankfully they were my size and they weren't painful at all.

I stood up from the toilet and went over to the full body mirror, where I admired the way the outfit came together but I don't know if Jaylon is going to like it. "Babe, come on. You have work to get to." I shook my head to stop zoning out and opened the bathroom door.

"Ok, I'm ready." I was whispering, I didn't want to have his attention and have him tell me that I look horrible. I just stood there, my legs were crossed over and I had a hand holding my elbow.

"It looks amazing! I knew I had good taste. Now, let's go before we're late." He took a hold of my hand and guided me to the dining room, where we had a delicious breakfast before going to his office.

"You can just clean a bit, I'll be here just doing some work." I started to sweep the floor as he sat down and went on with his work.

Geez, I haven't worked in a few days and this floor looks like a mess!

What the heckle! Underneath the sofa is a mess!! Is that food?!

I bent down to reach for it, but my hands were a bit too short. So like any other person would, I tried to stretch my arm beyond the laws of physics and anatomy, not thinking about the fact that my booty shorts had risen up until I felt Jaylon grab my hips and sit me down on his lap on the floor.

"Faínetai tóso apolafstikó se aftá ta roúcha. Tóso gia na xecháso ta angliká mou." (You look so delectable in these clothes. So much so that I have forgotten my English.)

My body couldn't move, but Jaylon's was moving for mine. His hands were touching the skin under my shirt, smoothing his hands over my warm skin. I felt my body relax, giving into the pleasure.

"Ómorfi, tóso ómorfi kai dikí mou" (Beautiful, so beautiful and all mine) He was running his nose over the back of my neck, his breathing causing goosebumps all over my body.

"Gia pánta dikó mou" (Forever mine) he turned us over, leaving me under him. Even if I couldn't understand what he was saying, it still powered up my boy bits. He kissed me hard, not giving me a second before he plunged his tongue into my mouth. His body started to rut into mine, adding to the unimaginable pleasure.

"J-Jaylon." His hands had stripped me of my shirt, touching everywhere imaginable, leaving a burning trail.

"Tha sas écho" (I will have you) My mouth let out a lewd mewl when he stuck his hands down my shorts and started to play with my penis. I felt like bursting, not that it was a bad thing; I just felt like I was going to combust at any second, and I would've, had it not been for the sound of a camera snapping a few feet away.

"Gorgeous!" In the doorway stood Apollo with his phone in his hand, staring at what I'm guessing is the picture he just took of us, along with a red-faced Ambrosia and a happy looking Jathos.

"I wanna join!" He grabbed Ambrosia by the waist and started to kiss him pretty heavily, his hands were on Ambrosia's butt, and his tongue seemed to be at the back of his throat; not a pretty picture for me.

"Káto apó ton Jathos! Káneis aftá ta prágmata píso apó kleistés pórtes." (Down Jathos! You do those things behind closed doors.) Apollo had apparently scolded Jathos, but I wouldn't really know considering the fact that he was still tapping away at his phone; he looked like one of the teenage girls I would always see around the cruise posting pictures on their Snapchats or Instagrams, such crazy people.

"You both look so adorable! I'm posting this on Godstagram right now!"