A/N: Yeah, this is just a short one-shot with my 2 favorite Olympians! You can take their relationship to any degree you want, but I see Apollo and Hermes as being borderline sexual with just about everyone, even each other, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they are a thing. They are Greek gods after all ;) Enjoy and don't forget to review!
A deep, breathless sigh mingled with the summer breeze. The soft wind shifted and billowed long strands of diaphanous cloth, suspended from the ivory ceiling above. Large, stone columns supported the domed top. The breeze moved freely in and out of the open temple. In the center of the temple, Hermes lounged against a spread of blankets and plush pillows as Apollo played his lyre.
The trickster's tan skin was exposed, darkened from hours under the Grecian sun. His toned stomach moved with each breath, rising and sinking as the godling drank nectar heavily from a chalice. Heavy eyelids, weighed down by bliss gazed upon his nimble fingers as they tugged and twisted strands of the other's golden curls. Apollo smiled, content as he strummed the instrument with care, almost caressing it.
"Sometimes I wonder if you love my gift more than me," Hermes mumbled, a pout settling on his lips. He shifted closer so that his chin rested on the blonde's shoulder as he watched him play from behind. Apollo could only sigh at his half-brother's antics. The messenger's need for attention was often unlimited.
Turning his head toward the brunette, he spoke, "I swore long ago that you would forever be my favorite, dear Hermes. No man nor immortal nor object could surpass the bond we share."
After thinking for a moment, the youthful god seemed at ease with the response. Still, the energetic nature of the immortal got the better of him. Leaning forward, he whispered into the other's ear, "Come play with me then, Apollo."
His warm breath tickled the musician's neck and Apollo tried to hide the shudder going down his back. " I think not," he replied haughtily, "I am perfectly content to sit in Music's company. You must learn patience young one."
Hermes's nose crinkled in disgust. He moved to the side before falling onto his back against the archer's lap. His hand flew up to cover his eyes as he groaned, "I shall die of boredom before I learn patience! Oh I can't bare it! My dearest friend won't even throw a discus with me! Woe, Woe to poor Hermes! The Friendless and Rejected!"
The blonde rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatic display. He shoved the other off of him lightly, a smirk dancing across his lips. "Then go deliver messages or lead the dead to Hades. I am sure there is work to be done to occupy you, lord of Procrastination."
Grumbling, Hermes stood, smoothing out his chiton Emerald eyes glared daggers at Apollo as he pulled on his winged sandals. A pink tongue stuck out at the blonde before Hermes took off, the fluttering sound of wings growing faint.
Apollo chuckled at his younger brother's childish action before turning back to his music. It was then that he noticed the lyre was no longer in his grasp. After searching around him, the god realized what had occurred. "Hermes," he growled, bringing a hand up to pinch his nose. "That little imp..."
Sighing, he stood up and adjusted the laurel wreath on his head. The other couldn't have gone too far, at least that's what Apollo hoped. He was probably somewhere near a field, discus in hand, ready for a bargain. At the thought he sighed and headed out to look for his brother. Maybe the musician did have some time to spare in a game with his friend.