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Simon knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the door slam. Apollo never slammed doors. Hell, he’d even complain if someone else slammed a door and go on about how expensive it would be to replace the door jambs. The unexpectedly violent return to their home combined with the fact that it was almost sunset, it wasn’t difficult for Simon to conclude that Apollo had suffered a particularly trying day.
Well, no point in rushing to greet him. Best to give Apollo a moment to steam and cool down before engaging with him. Apollo’s temper was hot and his fuse short, but he likewise burned through his anger quickly. Time was Simon’s ally, and he was in the middle of washing the dishes anyway.
By the time Simon had finished cleaning up and went to hunt down his boyfriend, Apollo had indeed burned his anger out. He sat sprawled on the couch among cinders of irritation and exhaustion, legs spread and arms draped over the back of the couch. His vest hung over the couch arm and his tie was loose.
“Rough day?” Simon asked.
“I have the most frustrating client on the face of the planet,” Apollo complained, “I’m positive that every single thing he told to me was a lie, including his own name!”
“That sounds terribly frustrating.”
“And I have no idea why!” Apollo continued, “I can’t help him if I don’t know what’s going on!”
“Mm,” Simon gave a non-committal hum and moved behind the couch to rest his large hands on Apollo’s shoulders. He slowly began to knead, thumbs pressing into the tight, wiry muscle. “Frustrating indeed. But you know what? You can’t change anything about that tonight. You will still have to deal with that mess tomorrow morning, but there’s nothing you can do right now that will make a lick of difference.”
Apollo started to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Simon’s thumbs dragged up both sides of his neck.
“So, you are not going to worry about it. Save that for tomorrow. Tonight, you are going to relax.”
Apollo gave a bitter laugh. “I mean, sure. Yeah. Easier said than done.”
Simon’s hands slowed, then stopped. After a moment of silence, Apollo glanced over his shoulder at him, his wide brow crinkled in worry.
“Simon? Sorry, I know you’re just trying to help. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I can… uh, I can try and—”
“Perhaps you require a different distraction,” Simon interrupted.
“Huh?”
Simon moved to the front of the couch. He took a moment to tie his hair back, then sank to his knees between Apollo’s spread legs.
“O-oh. Oh.”
Apollo’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t resist as Simon casually worked his pants open and pulled them down around his hips. Apollo was still flaccid when Simon pulled him out, his dick still catching up to the developing situation. Simon didn’t mind at all, and without further ado, ran his tongue slowly along his length. Apollo groaned and his head fell back against the couch.
“Oh… Oh, hell,” he breathed.
Simon smiled against his hardening length and went down on him in earnest. He held nothing back, no teasing, no edging, just a single-minded desire to bring his boyfriend to orgasm. He bobbed along Apollo’s cock, tongue flicking against his tip with every stroke. Apollo’s moans turned to pants and gasps. Fingers tangled and clutched desperately in Simon’s hair.
“H-haah… yeah… yeah, I’m… oh fuck, yes. Just like that. I’m… I’m…”
Simon took a deep breath and swallowed Apollo down to the base. Apollo positively writhed beneath him, and with one more stroke of Simon’s tongue, he came.
Simon swallowed without batting an eye, then licked him clean until Apollo shied away from overstimulation and Simon let him go. His lips buzzed from the repeated friction, but Apollo still felt sublime against them as he closed the distance between them in a warm, loving kiss. He settled on the couch beside Apollo and gave him tender caresses and kisses until sense returned to Apollo’s eyes.
“If you would be so willing,” Simon murmured against Apollo’s neck, “I would like to give you a massage until you are well and truly rested and recovered. Then I would appreciate it if you would fuck me into the mattress. Would that be a sufficient distraction?”
“Y-yeah. Hell. Yeah, I can… yeah. Fuck, Simon.”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, that’s the general idea.”
With one more kiss to his neck, Simon rose to his feet and offered Apollo a hand up. They had a busy night ahead of them.