"Joash, I love you," Cernunnos said to his bald red-bearded lover. The fire god reached up and grabbed him. He rolled his naked muscled body on top of him, and pinned him to the moss-covered ground. Joash bent down and ran his tongue over the forest god's ear and down his neck. He moved a hand up to the top of forest god's hairy chest.
"Cern, I just love your hairy chest," he replied.
"Just my chest?"
"Well, your hairy chest. If you shaved it, I would abandon you for someone like Pramada."
"The fat god of pleasure?"
"Well, he, at least, has a hairy chest," Joash said, teasingly.
Cernunnos pushed Joash away from him, pretending to be angry. Joash slid back on top of him and began to grind his hips slowly. He placed his hands on Cernunnos' muscular chest, combing his fingers through it. He took his nips into his mouth and began to nibble on them. The grinding of his hips had made his cock hard, his precum making it slick.
He could feel Cernunnos getting hard beneath him, their hard cocks pushing into each other. Cernunnos wrapped his feet around Joash's lower legs. His hands roamed over the soot-black tattoos covering Joash's bulging arms. The tattoos were constantly changing form -they now showed various stylized men in various sexual positions with a few dragons entwining with them.
"Fill me, Joash, give me your cock, "Cernunnos groaned. "I want to feel you inside me."
Joash raised his hips and positioned his cock. He slid forward and impaled the forest god. Cernunnos took a deep breath as the thick cock slid further in.
"We are one, my lover, "Joash said as he lay on top of his hairy lover, looking into his emerald eyes.
"We are one," replied Cernunnos.
"We are one, "repeated Joash, as he snapped back into the moment. He sat on his hunches on the cliff overlooking the seashore. His mind had wandered back into the past as he watched Cernunnos and Nuada entangled together beside the water. He had watched them cavorting in the shallow waves like little children since sunrise, now they napped in the seagrass.
Joash wiped some soot across his face as if it were war paint. He pondered his next move.
"Don't you hate when an ex you tried to destroy finds someone else?" came a voice beside him.
Joash fell backward, startled by the intrusion. In an instant he was on his feet, his spear at the ready.
"Calm down, Joash," replied Uri, as he sat cross-legged in the grass, one hand plucking a blade of grass which he tossed away. He let out a soft, breathy laugh. "I hate nature. Why don't you burn it all down to ashes?"
Uri stood up and walked away from the cliff to an alcove in the rock face, where he propped himself against it and turned back to Joash.
"You know you were too good for him. And you literally burn too bright." Uri smiled at the huge muscular man in front of him.
Uri, the god of the harvest, was smaller than the fire god, with a thin frame and tousled blond hair the color of wheat. No one ever knew what to expect from Uri, you could only plan your best and be prepared.
Uri wore sandals and a loose shift known to have been worn by farmers -Uri's was made of a very thin material and had a habit of falling off one shoulder. He also wore a chain from which three small icons representing his domain were attached: a flower, wheat, and grapes. Now, in the spring, he was a lithesome youth; by the end of the year, he would be much more mature and powerful.