Timmy stood up and walked over to the balcony, opening the french doors that led out onto a wood deck. He loved feeling the sun touch his face first thing in the morning. There was nothing like it.
Hearing a soft knock on his bedroom door, Timmy softly said, “Come in.”
“Hey bro, how are you feeling?” Wyatt asked as he came in.
Sighing, Timmy answered, “Wyatt, why do you ask me that every morning? I'm fine, maybe I should ask you that question.”
Hearing Wyatt set a tray down, Timmy knew his brother expected him to sit and eat, but Timmy was not that hungry this morning. He didn't know why, but he felt like today was going to be a day like no other. Today was a day that would change everything for him.
“Timmy, I'm your older brother and it's my job to worry about you. Now sit and eat before it gets cold,” Wyatt answered calmly.
“I'm not hungry,” Timmy said as he stood at the banister tilting his head up and breathing in the fresh air.
Wyatt was getting agitated if his tone was any indication as he said, “What is wrong with you, Timmy? You haven't been yourself for a few days now. I bust my ass to make sure we have everything we need, and I just want to spend some time with my brother, and this is the thanks I get?”
Timmy turned toward his brother's voice and huffed. “I'm blind, Wyatt, not a child. I'm twenty-five years old and you continue to treat me as if I was five. Ever since we got back from visiting Leon and his brothers you have been on edge and bossing me around more than usual. No one asked you to take care of me. “
“Yes they did. Mom and Dad made me promise them that you would be taken care of before they died, and damn it that is all I am trying to do! Josh gave us a warning and maybe you should be taking it as seriously as I am. Do you even know the last time I was on a date?” Wyatt squawked, which showed Timmy that he really was pissing his brother off.
Timmy almost snapped back at Wyatt until he realized the pressure he was under. Dropping his head, Timmy said in a hushed tone, “I'm sorry, Wyatt. I am taking Josh's warning serious. However, you can't change fate and you can't hide from it either. I hate that because of me, you don't have your own life. Go out and do something for yourself. I'm not stopping you.”
Timmy felt his brother put his arm around him and hugged him close. “No I'm sorry. My lack of a social life has nothing to do with you and I shouldn't have said that.”
Wyatt sighed as he said, “I am not trying to hide from fate. I'm trying to keep my brother out of the line of fire with the Gods.”
Stepping back, Timmy turned and put his hands back on the railing. “If that is my destiny then there is nowhere we can hide, Wyatt, and I think our time is about up because I have felt something coming for days now.”
Wyatt placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “What have you felt?”
Shrugging, Timmy said in a hushed tone, “I don't know. It's like some life-altering event is going to take place and I don't know what it is.”
“Timmy, that sounds like your Griffin talking to you. If you feel like something is going to happen, then it most likely is,” Wyatt warned.
Timmy and Wyatt were shifters. They, however did not shift into a lion or wolf or other normal type of animal. They shifted into griffins. That meant they had the head, wings, and front feet of an eagle with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion.
Griffins were considered powerful and majestic and they were once the guardians to the Gods. Timmy and Wyatt's parents had actually pulled the chariots of Zeus. That is until fifteen years ago when someone planned and executed an attack on all Griffins.
Timmy's mom had always had what they called second sight. She had foreseen the event and tried to get the others to prepare. She had made their father build a safe room for Timmy and his brother.
That night, she and their father had put them to bed in that very room with strict instructions to not come out no matter what they heard for three days. So that is what they did. Timmy would never forget the screams and smell of death that assaulted his senses that night. They had stayed out of sight ever since.
Shaking the memories of that day, Timmy asked, “Why don't you feel it then? We were the guardians to the Gods. Shouldn't you feel it?”
Timmy gently opened to Hephaestus and Hephaestus didn't waste any time as he slipped his tongue in and tasted his mate's warm, moist mouth. Timmy caught on quickly as their tongues danced a dance as old as time and teeth clacked together. Hearing Timmy hum with desire brought Hephaestus's desires to the surface even more so than they were to start with.
Pulling back for a breath, Hephaestus took that time to quickly divest Timmy of his shirt so he could feel skin beneath his palms. The sounds coming from Timmy were going straight to Hephaestus's balls. Then he felt Timmy bring his hands under his shirt with soft, timid motions, rubbing his abs and pectoral muscles.
Jerking back, Hephaestus pulled his shirt off and said, almost begging, “Touch me, Timmy. I love the feeling of your hands running across my skin.”
“How do you have so many firm, well-defined muscles and your rough hands on my skin are like sparks lighting my body into flames?” Timmy whispered.
Hephaestus swallowed hard as he tried to answer. “I work with my hands. I'm a blacksmith. I make weapons with metal and fire for the Gods.”
“One day I think I would like to be touching you while you create something. I can feel your muscles tighten and move with each stoke,” Timmy said in a breathless voice.
Hephaestus pulled Timmy tighter to him, grinding his hard, weeping cock into his mate as he growled. “You can touch me anytime, but right now I want to touch and kiss every part of your body and then I am going to turn you over that bed, put you on your hands and knees, and plow my shaft into your pulsing hole.”
Timmy's face became desperate as he begged, “Please!”
Hephaestus stepped back from Timmy. When his mate made a desperate cry, Hephaestus ground out, “Baby, I'm not going anywhere, but I need to get these clothes off right now!”
Timmy unzipped his pants and quickly brought them down, forgetting he had his shoes on. He would have fallen if Hephaestus had not caught him and whispered, “Careful, Timmy. I don't want you hurting yourself.”
Blushing, Timmy said, “I forgot to take off my shoes.”
The smile was in Hephaestus’s voice as he said, “I want you just as desperately, mate. Let me help you out.”
Getting on his knees, Hephaestus helped remove Timmy's shoes and socks and then stood back up, about swallowing his own tongue when Timmy lowered his pants all the way and scooted up the bed, spreading his legs and grasping his own cock in his hands.
“Oh Gods, you are sexy,” Hephaestus gasped out.
Timmy's voice was desperate with need as he said, “Hurry, Heph!”
Finishing removing his clothing, Hephaestus climbed over his mate and began to kiss Timmy's shoulders. He made his way down to his left nipple and nipped it with his teeth, then licked away the sting. Hearing Timmy hiss with passion, Hephaestus made his way to the other nipple and repeated his movements.
Kissing his way down to his mate’s navel, Hephaestus rolled his tongue in circles a few times and then slid his tongue even lower.
Timmy spread his legs even wider and began to raise his hips, but Heph was not about to rush their first time. Holding Timmy's hips, he licked the inner crease next to his man's balls then took Timmy's sac into his mouth.
“Heph…Heph…” Timmy sobbed as he again tried to lift his hips, but Hephaestus held them down as he drove his nose into his mate’s shaft smelling the glorious muskiness of his mate as he plundered Timmy's nut sac.
Humming his pleasures, Hephaestus slurred once more before raising up slightly and licking the oozing pre-cum that was making its way down his man's shaft. “You taste so damn good, my little mate.”
Terry could only moan and wiggle as he grabbed Hephaestus's hair and tried to pull him down to his leaking shaft for more loving. Heph, not wanting to disappoint his man, took Timmy up on his offer and wrapped his lips around Timmy's cockhead and slowly lowered down his mate’s hard, leaking shaft.
Taking his tongue on the underside of that long, pulsing vein, Heph played with the underside of the cockhead, making Timmy squeal. His mate’s responses were more than Heph could hope for and his own cock jumped in response and grew harder to the point of pain.
Hephaestus pumped his hips, enjoying the friction of the comforter on his aching shaft as he moved his mouth up and down Timmy's shaft.
“Heph…I need…I need…” Timmy tried to talk, but to Hephaestus’s joy and contentment he couldn't finish his sentence as Heph increased the suction on his man's shaft.