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Apollo chuckles at the way they both react and he pulls from Dionysus, letting him keep his wine for now. He had no intention of letting the god get too drunk though. He walks over and grabs his lyre and sits down in a chair where he could see them both. He begins to play, but not songs different cultures this time, but modern music, some American, some European, but all of it soft and acoustic. Hearing it on the lyre made it sound about the same, except that each chord was a warmer sound and the lyrics drifting from his lips dipped themselfs into the rich, thick notes from the instrument.

Apollo sings through, every once in a while meeting either of their eyes before his own closed sleepily again, lost in his own songs. Some were thick with emotion, declarations of love, mourning love lost, unrequited love; and song were soft and light and seemed to subsist on the beautiful melody alone. Apollo couldn't help but notice the strangeness between the two.
Finishing one song, he pauses and says gently, "Do either of you mind is I sing a god's love song... It's meant to... invoke feeling... I feel like I have ruined the comfort that we have all felt with each other this morning... Do you mind?" Both of them had experienced what Apollo was talking about, but Endymion may not have remembered. It was a song meant to create such a mood that it lulled its listeners into certain emotions. He could weave a song that could leave his listeners sleepy and almost drugged, or rutting into each other by the last few notes. Of course, he would only use something to evoke affection, comfort... perhaps it would help the two gods he felt deeply for abandon their withdrawn states.

Apollo smiles and plays the song, the words in ancient Etruscan. True to his words, they evoked a sleepy kind of affectionate comfort that made the listener just want to curl up in someone's arms. He could see the reddish hue to Dion's hair though and almost rolls his eyes. The last thing he wanted was two drunk, bumbling, aroused gods in his hands. The song finally ends on a smooth lingering note. Apollo smiles at both of them and walks over, taking the bottle of wine and swallowing a large swig of it before handing it back.

Apollo was surprised at being pulled down, but certainly not disappointed. He kisses Dionysus leisurely, able to taste the wine on the god's lips, but not really minding. He finally pulls back and looka over to Endymion before glancing back to Dionysus. He smiles a bit and says in a gentle voice, "It's been long enough so that we can visit the hot spring if either of you wish it... The sun is nearly setting too, the warm is warm and mild... or we could stay here and I'll serenade both of you all night long, if you want me to."

Apollo didn't seem to notice the fact that Endymion was talking to him and not both of them. The sun god stands offers a hand to Endymion, pulling him to his feet and into his arms for a soft kiss before offering his hand also to Dionysus and leading them both from the tent and through the worn part in the forest leading to the hot spring.
When they got there, the steam was rolling off the water, making it look almost surreal. The evening was warm, but not so much as to make the hot springs seem uncomfortable. The air was light too.

Apollo's clothes slid off quickly as well and he was soon wading into the water, nearly moaning as the hot water engulfed his sore, tight muscles. It had been a long week and this was just the thing to help him totally relax. He glances to Endymion and Dionysus, opening admiring their bare bodies. He felt almost drunk at the sight of them, not really sure what had come over him. He sits down on a rock, the water up to his collarbones and beckons them closer, his expression reading 'Come hither.'

Apollo smiles, glancing at both of them silently for a moment. He then lifts Endymion's chin and tenderly kisses him, his hand beneath the water rubbing Endymion's back slowly. His tongue tasting Endymion's mouth, he whispers into his lover's mind, "Don't be embaressed.... I want to pamper you, I want you to really feel... Don't be afraid, I'm here with you...."
The kiss fades gently from Endymion's lips and Apollo glances over to Dionysus, wordlessly beckoning him closer.

Apollo blinks, surpised by what Endymion said. He glances sadly to Dionysus and sighs, saying in a soft voice, "Of course, my lover..." He knew that a statement like that would have ripped his own heart to shreds if it had been about him. He sits back in the spring, trying to relax but feeling horrible for having pulled Dionysus into this situation.