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G through L › Hercules
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
16
Views:
1,851
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I do not own Hercules, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Friends Will be Friends
It's not easy love but you’ve got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you’re in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you’re through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cuz friends will be friends right till the end
--Freddie Mercury
"That's the hard part." Autolycus agreed. "Moving on, starting over, pretending to be someone else. I guess acting just comes naturally to people like us."
"You do any acting Autolycus?"
"Actually, I was in a few movies back in the late seventies and most of the eighties."
"Really? What were you in? Anything I've seen?"
"Ah, probably not. They were some very obscure, very arty pictures."
"Well, give me some titles. I'm sure I could find one on eBay."
"You probably could." Autolycus said evasively.
"So, come on, tell me the name of one of the movies you were in. I'd love to see you in action." Autolycus coughed as he nearly did a spit take. "You OK?"
"Yeah, fine." Autolycus wiped his mouth with a napkin. "So, what did you do then? A lot of people went to the Klondike for the Gold Rush."
"Oh, no, Autolycus. I talked about me long enough. It's your turn. Just tell me the name of one of those 'arty' films you were in." Autolycus mumbled something. "Sorry, I didn't get that?"
"I said /Surrender Your Booty/." Autolycus replied.
"/Surrender Your Booty/?" Hercules bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Autolycus, were you in one of /those/ films?"
"What do you mean, 'one of those films'?"
"Autolycus, were you in a porno movie?"
"Porno? No! It was a tale of swashbuckling adventure on the high seas."
"What was your character's name?"
"Long Dong Silver." Autolycus hung his head.
"And his motivation?"
"To fuck as many asses as possible. Alright, alright, so I was in a few pornos! Big deal! No shame in my game. Like I said, I stopped riding bareback in '91 after Freddie made his startling confession."
"Freddie, the same guy you went to see /Star Wars/ with?"
"Yeah. Guy's real name was Farrokh Bulsara, but everyone called him Freddie. He was born in Zanzibar, but raised in a British boarding school in India. Real party animal. He went both ways too. He had a favorite guy and a favorite girl, and I was sort of a friend with benefits. Brian, now, he was straight as an arrow but he was still a decent guy to have a beer or see a movie with. They were both into music. Funny, most of the people I've really been attracted to were good singers. Maybe I got a music fettish."
"You ever learn how to make it yourself?"
"Freddie taught me a little piano and I taught him a few things." A smile and a cock of the eyebrow hinted at what "a few things" were. "When he wanted to get serious about his music, he needed to come up with a name for himself. He had been called Freddie since his school days but he needed a pronounceable last name. He looked through Hamilton's /Mythology/ and decided he wanted to call himself Freddie Hermes. I guess I was still peeved at dear old Dad, so I told him it was a dumb idea."
"Did Freddie go by Hermes' Latin name by any chance?"
"How'd you guess?" Autolycus asked with a smile.
"Oh, I may have heard about Freddie Mercury and his band, Queen. I've also got an idea what his startling confession was."
"Spooky how he was dead the next day. As soon as he made his confession, I was running to the nearest VD clinic! While I was there, I met some other people who had been to Freddie's 'parties'. I was crawling the walls waiting for the test results. Felt like I dodged a bullet when I heard I was clean. Then, I started to feel bad about Freddie. I mean, we may have been friends with benefits, but we were friends nonetheless."
"Friends will be friends." Hercules quipped.
"You heard the song too?"
"How did you meet them?"
"Well, Hercules, it was the late sixties, everything was kinda crazy. I don't really remember the details. I just woke up one morning in '69 on a couch in Freddie's apartment with a daisy tattoo on my butt and no memory of the past three days."
"Unusual way to start a friendship." Hercules commented. "Just waking up on someone's couch."
"Yeah, you know, one night I was having some brews with Brian when I had too many, got all weepy and told him everything. About being an immortal demigod, about all the people I loved and lost. I woke up with a hangover, and Brian wrote a hit song called 'Who Wants to Live Forever?' Freddie owed me a little something too. Around 1980, he cut his hair and grew out his moustache, trying to look like me. Oh well, imitation's the sincerest form of flattery. Nice guy, Freddie, even if he was kinky as hell."
"Didn't you love him?"
"I don't love everyone I screw. You know that, Hercules."
"Yeah, I know there's a difference. I know being in love feels a lot better than just plain sex. After all these years, surely you know that too."
Autolycus gazed out the window. "Hercules, let me tell you about the last person I was truly head over heels in love with. His name was Günther Zolo."
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Did you guess who Brian and Freddie were before this chapter? You get a cookie! Brian May does indeed hold a Ph.D in astrophysics, making him the "somewhat of an astronomer" Autolycus described him as.
Friends will be friends
When you’re in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you’re through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cuz friends will be friends right till the end
--Freddie Mercury
"That's the hard part." Autolycus agreed. "Moving on, starting over, pretending to be someone else. I guess acting just comes naturally to people like us."
"You do any acting Autolycus?"
"Actually, I was in a few movies back in the late seventies and most of the eighties."
"Really? What were you in? Anything I've seen?"
"Ah, probably not. They were some very obscure, very arty pictures."
"Well, give me some titles. I'm sure I could find one on eBay."
"You probably could." Autolycus said evasively.
"So, come on, tell me the name of one of the movies you were in. I'd love to see you in action." Autolycus coughed as he nearly did a spit take. "You OK?"
"Yeah, fine." Autolycus wiped his mouth with a napkin. "So, what did you do then? A lot of people went to the Klondike for the Gold Rush."
"Oh, no, Autolycus. I talked about me long enough. It's your turn. Just tell me the name of one of those 'arty' films you were in." Autolycus mumbled something. "Sorry, I didn't get that?"
"I said /Surrender Your Booty/." Autolycus replied.
"/Surrender Your Booty/?" Hercules bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Autolycus, were you in one of /those/ films?"
"What do you mean, 'one of those films'?"
"Autolycus, were you in a porno movie?"
"Porno? No! It was a tale of swashbuckling adventure on the high seas."
"What was your character's name?"
"Long Dong Silver." Autolycus hung his head.
"And his motivation?"
"To fuck as many asses as possible. Alright, alright, so I was in a few pornos! Big deal! No shame in my game. Like I said, I stopped riding bareback in '91 after Freddie made his startling confession."
"Freddie, the same guy you went to see /Star Wars/ with?"
"Yeah. Guy's real name was Farrokh Bulsara, but everyone called him Freddie. He was born in Zanzibar, but raised in a British boarding school in India. Real party animal. He went both ways too. He had a favorite guy and a favorite girl, and I was sort of a friend with benefits. Brian, now, he was straight as an arrow but he was still a decent guy to have a beer or see a movie with. They were both into music. Funny, most of the people I've really been attracted to were good singers. Maybe I got a music fettish."
"You ever learn how to make it yourself?"
"Freddie taught me a little piano and I taught him a few things." A smile and a cock of the eyebrow hinted at what "a few things" were. "When he wanted to get serious about his music, he needed to come up with a name for himself. He had been called Freddie since his school days but he needed a pronounceable last name. He looked through Hamilton's /Mythology/ and decided he wanted to call himself Freddie Hermes. I guess I was still peeved at dear old Dad, so I told him it was a dumb idea."
"Did Freddie go by Hermes' Latin name by any chance?"
"How'd you guess?" Autolycus asked with a smile.
"Oh, I may have heard about Freddie Mercury and his band, Queen. I've also got an idea what his startling confession was."
"Spooky how he was dead the next day. As soon as he made his confession, I was running to the nearest VD clinic! While I was there, I met some other people who had been to Freddie's 'parties'. I was crawling the walls waiting for the test results. Felt like I dodged a bullet when I heard I was clean. Then, I started to feel bad about Freddie. I mean, we may have been friends with benefits, but we were friends nonetheless."
"Friends will be friends." Hercules quipped.
"You heard the song too?"
"How did you meet them?"
"Well, Hercules, it was the late sixties, everything was kinda crazy. I don't really remember the details. I just woke up one morning in '69 on a couch in Freddie's apartment with a daisy tattoo on my butt and no memory of the past three days."
"Unusual way to start a friendship." Hercules commented. "Just waking up on someone's couch."
"Yeah, you know, one night I was having some brews with Brian when I had too many, got all weepy and told him everything. About being an immortal demigod, about all the people I loved and lost. I woke up with a hangover, and Brian wrote a hit song called 'Who Wants to Live Forever?' Freddie owed me a little something too. Around 1980, he cut his hair and grew out his moustache, trying to look like me. Oh well, imitation's the sincerest form of flattery. Nice guy, Freddie, even if he was kinky as hell."
"Didn't you love him?"
"I don't love everyone I screw. You know that, Hercules."
"Yeah, I know there's a difference. I know being in love feels a lot better than just plain sex. After all these years, surely you know that too."
Autolycus gazed out the window. "Hercules, let me tell you about the last person I was truly head over heels in love with. His name was Günther Zolo."
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Did you guess who Brian and Freddie were before this chapter? You get a cookie! Brian May does indeed hold a Ph.D in astrophysics, making him the "somewhat of an astronomer" Autolycus described him as.