Disclaimer: Alexander the Great and Hephaistion were all both people, however I am using the versions of them portrayed in Oliver Stone's film Alexander. I do not own Alexander, nor am I in any way affiliated the film.
Rough, callused hands run slowly down my sides as warm, chapped lips trail up my neck. Our lips meet. The world narrows. There is nothing left but this room. This moment. This man.
Hands press against my hips urgently. I shift. I can feel him. His hips flex and suddenly he is thrusting into me. I throw my head back and groan.
Harder.
Faster.
His hand caresses my face. Our eyes lock. One more thrust and I am clawing at his back. Pulling him closer. Willing time to stop. Just for this moment.
When we are like this nothing matters. Nothing. I am no king, no pharaoh, no emperor. I am just a man. Just Alexander. And he, he is Hephaistion.