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It was early and the sun was just rising through the stained glass windows, the carpet under Frank's feet growing in color and warmth while the light caught dust in the air around him. He paused, his breath quiet as his eyes glazed over the golden cross anchored to the crest of the chapel. The gold loomed over Frank, drowning out the indistinct buzz of cicadas and summer bugs in the distance. For a second he almost felt like the figure was getting bigger—stretching, impending over himself, as if by some optical illusion, and his skin chilled.
The break of the doors shattered the mirage, startling Frank with an audible gasp. “Jesus christ...”
“Early again, boy?” Father Way asked with a soft laugh, smiling warmly when Frank spun around to greet him.
“Y-Yes, Father, sorry, Father. I thought I’d clean up the chapel again before the first service.”
Father Way nodded and patted Frank’s head, noticing the rigid stature on the boy. “You know you don’t have to do that, but thank you, Frank. I appreciate it.” He smiled again, demeanor slightly more wry than before. Frank nodded brokenly, tearing his eyes away from the priest's dark gaze.
“Of course, Father, I’m just going to change into my vestments before the first service.” He backed away, nearly tripping over his nerves as he slipped into the backroom to retrieve his altar robes.
He’d been serving as altar boy for years now at the Saint Helena church, and normally he found comfort in his servitude. Until last year the previous minister, Father Fitzgerald, kicked the bucket unexpectedly and the community scrambled to find a replacement. They found Father Way, barely out of schooling. The vestry immediately took a liking to the young priest and his genuine, warm sermons. Some of the elderly laymen scolded the Father for his sometimes risqué lectures and appearance, denouncing him as sinful, but the minister waved them off with a gentle hand. Frank too caught himself staring at the Father’s unusual looks; he’d never seen someone quite like him. With his raven colored hair, falling just above his shoulders, and his honeyed, obscure eyes. Frank practically crumbled under the priest’s strong gaze. He was the only one who saw it, Frank knew he was the only one who saw it. Every so often within Father Way’s dark, beguiling eyes, a demon shown through, marking the man as a sinner. The rest of the vestry was too blind in adoration to look through the façade. Frank was too at first, but then he started having doubts about himself. He had to be the sinner, surely not the priest. To even imagine that Father Way’s gaze was lingering one too many seconds long over Frank, to even think that Gerard was having unmentionable thoughts of his own was a sin. Frank knew of the celibacy vow Father Way had undergone, but he still felt it. There wasn’t something right about the priest, and at certain moments, Frank could swear Father Way’s eyes turned as dark as black.
—
Once the mass had started, so did Frank’s personal torture. He sat unmoving at a chair beside Father Way, watching the young priest preach his sermons through soft, pink lips, warping around each testimony. The Father’s words were so carefully plotted out, so intricately laced with sugar—Frank felt no less uneasy hearing them from Gerard’s mouth. Again, as always, the vestry was at the priest’s whim, like puppets on strings. They hung onto every word of Father Way’s speech like they were blind for it, they might as well been.
He was sly and creative, demon-possessed and charming. Perfect. Father Way was perfect, too untouchable and intimidating for Frank to even look at directly.
Even so, the attraction was still there. Father Way was beautiful and Frank berated himself each time it crossed his mind. He himself was a scrawny, short, and pale 17 year old, eyes too big and deer-like. He was nothing in comparison to the Father but he didn’t care, he couldn't control his own thoughts. The thoughts crept up on him. He'd even dream things and woke up having cum in his boxers early school mornings. It was embarrassing waking up at 6am with an aching hard on. It was embarrassing jerking off in bed and biting down on his knuckles so no one heard, until he came with a broken, urgent moan to the thought of his priest pinning him to the altar and fucking him in the ass. He was damned laden with sinful thoughts. Frank may not have read the bible as many times as he's claimed, but he knew that having such explicit thoughts about his priest was a fast track to hell.
And fuck him if he was thinking those thoughts now, in the middle of Gerard’s sermon, while he stared at the way Gerard’s black slacks clung to his knee. His fucking knee was turning Frank on. Frank bit his lip and tore his gaze away, desperately trying to think about something else, not Father Way’s knee or thigh. Or Gerard putting his strong thigh between Frank’s legs to rock against while he pinned Frank’s skinny arms to the chapel wall above his head and murmured in his ear.
Frank let out a shaky breath, his face heating up as he crossed his legs and willed himself to not get any harder. He should known better by now, or at least have any more amount of control than he did months ago. It was practically laughable that he couldn't even keep his eyes off the Father. He might've made progress if Father Way hadn’t glanced back at him. It wasn’t even a glance, it was a look. Eyes darkened and lips slick from talking, with his gaze cast slightly lower than appropriate, was Frank imagining it? Frank's eyes widened in fear and Gerard turned his attention back to the vestry, continuing his sermon seamlessly and pretending that his single fucking look wasn’t ruining Frank’s entire life. Now he was hard, cock straining against the zipper of his tan slacks with his breath coming out more ragged. He had to be imagining all this, all of it was in his head, it just wasn't possible—it wasn't fair.
Why the fuck did Father Way look at him like that? Was Frank even something worth looking at? He was born and raised a Catholic boy, forcibly attended a Catholic private school. Nothing about him was special and he knew that wanting to touch a man—let alone his fucking priest!—was wrong. He ironically thanked god that his vestments were bulky enough to cover his stiff erection, though if he stood up straight he'd be mortified in front of an entire chapel of people.
With that, Father Way brought the mass to a close and excused himself to change into his black suit and white collar. Frank promptly retreated into one of the nearby confessionals, shutting the door behind him. He knew that if he was seriously going to do this, he had to be fast. The minutes it took for all the people to leave felt like hours, but nothing he thought of seemed to calm him down, every breath only made him tenser, more riled up.
“Fuck,” Frank hissed, taking off the white vestment overcoat and tossing it onto the chair as he sunk to his knees. Father Way probably wouldn’t come out to listen to confessions for another 10 minutes, and Frank’s skin was crawling as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, palm rubbing over the aching outline of his cock through his boxers. He sighed in shaky relief, realizing that although this was such a fucking stupid idea, his cock throbbed at the thought of coming here with Gerard on the other side of the confessional. All the crucifixes and statuettes of saints around him should've been a major turn off but it was pushing him higher, turning him on more, how much more fucked up could he get? His mind returned to his priest and that one time Frank accidentally caught him changing. Frank hardly saw anything but an exposed stripe of Gerard’s soft, pale stomach but that was still enough to make him yearn. His hand slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around the aching heartbeat. A gasp escaped his lips and he bit down hard on them, turning the flesh bright red. He let himself think about Father Way and crumbled against the confessional wall in weakness.
Whenever he could contain it, he forbade himself from thinking about Gerard when he jerked off but Frank needed to cum right fucking now if he didn't want to get caught and just thinking about Gerard made him want to burst. He imaged the priest shoving him into a confessional on a late night and pinning him under his strong grip, his hand snaked into Frank’s pants just to touch him light and teasingly, like he couldn't quite help himself either.
“Ah, god…” The smallest moan escaped as did a dewy drop of precum. Frank was withering. He smeared the precum along his length, moving a bit faster and less clumsily now as his body started to diffuse in how good it felt—how much better it would feel if Father Way really was touching him. He gripped the edge of the flimsy bench and leaked onto the fucking floor, mouth hanging open as he fought harder not to moan. “F-Fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped, imagining Gerard digging his thumb into his slit as he did so himself. He thought of Gerard murmuring darkly against his neck, nonsense things like, “So fucking hot, Frank...Yeah, come on, cum for me, baby, I wanna feel you cum.” Frank's ragged breathing turned higher pitch and he couldn't stop himself anymore. His head tipped back as his stomach coiled with heat, and like a spring-loaded trap he came suddenly, orgasm washing over him in bursts as the white hot cum spurted against the wooden bench. He could feel it everywhere, through to his fucking fingertips.
“Frank?” Father Way asked cautiously, standing just outside the confessional. The voice sent a jolt of pleasure all the way up Frank's spine. He had to slap a hand over his mouth to contain a choked off moan. His cock was still twitching with life in his hand and his toes were still curled tight in his dress shoes. He couldn't let go of the intensity, all he could focus on was Gerard's voice and the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears.
His eyes widened when his head started to quickly defog, and he tucked himself back into his boxers and yanked up his slacks. “Y-Yes, Father! I’m in here.” His voice came out embarrassingly more out of breath than he realized.
“Are you alright, boy? You sound kind of sick.”
Frank cleared his throat tried to buckle his pants without making a clinking sound. “I-I’m fine, was just waiting for you to come!” He cringed at his words.
Gerard raised his eyebrows. “Why were you waiting in there? We usually confess out here… Why don't you come out?”
Frank paused, noticing the cum still streaked against the bench of the confessional and some on his white robe. “Um.” He scrambled for something to say. If he walked out right now, Father Way would see the mess.
“What’s wrong, Frank?”
“N-Nothing! Just a sec." He grabbed the white garment and quickly wiped away most of the cum, dampening the material with it. Gross, he thought to himself. His body was buzzing after coming so hard and he was too loose to have a real sin confession with the priest. He discarded the vestments inside the bench and stepped out of the wooden chamber, feeling like his limbs were attached by strings. “Sorry, I was just. Tying my shoes. H-Had a headache, the sun was getting to me,” Frank mumbled, realizing he should probably stick to one excuse instead of listing every one that came to his mind. His gaze was burning holes into the floor trying to not look at Father Way directly.
“Tying your shoes? Your forehead is kind of sweaty, are you sick?” He placed the back of his hand to Frank’s forehead and for a second Frank thought he might melt from the heat. “You’re warm… Why don’t you let me drive you home? It’s too hot out for you to walk.” The priest smiled at him and his chest tightened.
“Oh, no Father, I don't want to impose or anything. I live just a bike ride away...”
Father Way laughed and shook his head, fuck, even his laugh sounded like honey. “C’mon, Frank, I don’t want you fainting in my chapel.” He placed his palm against the small of Frank’s back, eyes darker now. He was smirking.
Frank looked up at the Father, eyes wide again. “What do you—?”
“Tying your shoes? That’s what I was listening to?” He started leading Frank towards the backroom of the chapel, away from the exit, but Frank’s stomach dropped too far for him to notice.
“Y-You, it's not, how could you be—?” he choked out.
“Shhh, Frank, calm yourself,” Father Way interrupted, his fingers starting to dig firmly into Frank’s hips. Frank realized he couldn't pull away.
“I can't,” he squeaked and froze, watching an amused grin spread over Gerard's expression. Frank’s heart was somehow beating louder in his ears. “Let me go?” He tried to push the priest’s chest away but Gerard pushed back twice as hard, pressing Frank up against the wall with a sharp thud. "Ah!" Frank yelped as Father Way's fingers found their way into his hair and roughly pinned the side of Frank's face to the wall. He pulled hard on Frank's hair, making him cry out in pain again in a shaky voice. "F-Father, please!"
“Months,” Father Way growled against Frank’s ear, easily overpowering the boy despite his desperation and his squirming. “Fucking months you stay late after church, go to my fucking Sunday school classes, even show up at the chapel during the week days, what is it you want, boy?” His voice grew angier and darker. He pulled Frank back just to slam him up against the wall again, wanting to hear more of his pained whimpers. “Always staring, aren’t you, little pervert? Always here, watching me, now you’re fucking jerking off in my confessionals, huh?” he spat, Frank wilting under him in guilt and sheer mortification. “Do you think about me touching you? Do you think about me fucking you? I can’t take it, if you’re going to keep begging for it, I’ll fucking give it to you.”
“Father! I'm sorry! I'm,” Frank pleaded, "I didn't mean—"
"Don't fucking lie." Gerard pulled him off the wall and laid him out against the altar, the force making Frank's hips and shoulders ache with bruising. He was pinned there, his chest flat against the table with Father Way looming over him and trapping him in place. It felt like he could barely even lift his arms before the priest would pin him back down.
“What do you think it’s like for me to have a pretty little gay boy at my side 24/7?” he seethed, teeth against the nape of Frank’s neck. He drew back with a groan, the thick outline of his cock grinding against Frank's ass through their clothing. When did Father get hard? Frank opened his mouth to answer but Gerard smashed his head back down against the altar, cutting open his temple in a gash. Frank could barely feel the blow beyond what he felt of warm blood trickling down the side of his face. His pleading for help turned to gasping for air.
“—practically begging to be fucked,” he continued, yanking Frank’s pants and boxers down with a sharp tug. His ass was exposed to the whole chapel.
“Wait!” Frank cried out against the table, ears ringing. “P-Please, I'm sorry!” he sobbed. "Father, I..."
“Shut up.” Gerard groaned and bit hard into the side of Frank’s neck, grinding intently against the white skin of Frank's ass. “I've been w-wanting to do this since I first saw you,” he rasped and bit Frank again lower on his shoulder. Frank's weak body shuddered in pain, his gangly knees knocked together. Father Way cupped his ass, taking a moment to dig his fingers into the flesh before moving two fingers to slide into him. The shock made Frank jolt again but he had no where to move, he could only cry out and grasp the table cloth in fists.
“S-Stop!” He tried to yell but his voice came out much weaker and breathier than he could muster. Another finger slid into his ass.
“Be glad I’m stretching you first,” Gerard whispered, now moving to bite at the shell of Frank’s ear. “Pass out and I won’t prep you next time... You ever been fucked by a man before Frank?” Father Way withdrew his fingers and unzipped his pants, Frank could suddenly feel a great sense of heat as the head of the priest's cock touched the flesh of his ass.
He tried to shake his head, "No..." He was losing his voice. Gerard pulled his hand back and sharply spanked Frank’s cheek, the sound filling the chapel and turning his fair skin red. “Ah! Father, don't...”
Father Way groaned and straightened out, one hand groping Frank’s ass while the other knotted into Frank’s hair to keep him crudely pinned to the altar. “I'm going to fuck you, Frank,” he gritted out as he pushed the tip of his cock against the boy, slowly forcing into him, so fucking hot and tight. Frank found enough of his voice to cry out, his muscles constricting around Gerard. “Oh f-fuck yeah,” Gerard groaned against the nape of Frank’s neck, his lips feeling like fire against the boy's skin. The priest snapped his hips forward, abruptly sheathing himself deep inside Frank, igniting the boy's tired body in unforgiving pain. He was going to pass out. He could hear Gerard's delicious moan as the man worked his hips forward, grinding hard into Frank's hot flesh.
“Father…” he gasped out in a high pitched voice, nearly losing the energy to breathe as Father Way pulled out and thrust back inward. A few of the candlesticks tipped over at the movement and Gerard started fucking into Frank deep and slow, pulling his hair and grunting against the underside of his ear. Frank could feel the blood on his temple start to dry as the possessed priest wouldn’t let up, only building up faster as their bodies broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. He couldn’t make out every word but he could hear Gerard talking, moaning and cursing filthy words into his ear as he started to be fucked harder. “Y-Yes, Frank, fucking slut, you wanted me, didn’t you? Could see it in your fucking eyes, f-fuck!” He spanked Frank again, hips starting to become erratic. “Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes. I knew you'd be such a good fuck. K-Knew you'd be so perfect for me.” He groaned loudly, nails digging into Frank’s hip as he shifted his thrusts upward a fraction. The sensation waved a buzz over Frank's body, the edges of pain being slightly dulled. Frank's cock dripped, half-hard. When did he become half-hard?
Frank shuddered against the table, voice coming out tight voice. "Father... i-it feels. Stop." He was ashamed and Father Way kept fucking him up against the same sensitive spot, the one that made his whole body feel like unfurling.
“Oh my god, Frank, you like that, little slut? Right there?” he taunted and gave Frank a fiercer thrust, a noise escaped Frank's throat from deep down. He could suddenly feel Father Way start to pulse in his ass and the thrusts came harder.
Frank had imagined this so many times but never this dirty, never this painful and confusing. Father Way was getting close, his breath harsher and voice louder. "S-Say it, Frank. Call me Father again. Call me—"
"F-Father, please..."
Gerard choked out a guttural moan and he was coming, Frank could feel his hot cum pouring deep into his ass. Gerard was still thrusting, not letting up as each moan escaped him. It had been so long since he'd cum, Frank was tremoring from the sensation of it. He'd already felt so sensitive from coming in the confessional and this was too much for him to handle.
Gerard pulled out abruptly and Frank felt the cum, still warm, dribbling down both his thighs. Although the priest wasn't pinning him down in the moment, he couldn't move his body.
The priest groped his ass and watched, leaning to kiss at Frank's bruised hips as he laid there, used. Gerard zipped up his own pants and Frank felt the whole room swirl around him. Gerard had picked him up with Frank’s slacks and boxers still dangling around his ankle.
“I've got you, Frank, don't pass out,” he pressed a kiss to Frank’s jaw, the skin of his face having turned pale as a ghost. His head was tipped back over Gerard's arm, lips still barely parted.
“Are you going to… kill me?” he breathed, hardly audible at all.
The priest scoffed. “I have much better uses for you. You broke my fucking vow of celibacy...” He carried Frank to the backroom of the chapel. “You'll be the fucking end of me before I'll end you.”
Frank was trembling and he felt his eyes sting with tears while Gerard sat down on the black couch in their room. Frank was laying helplessly across his lap. “Don’t,” he pleaded, gasping against Father Way’s neck when the priest gripped Frank’s half-hard dick. He shuddered at the touch and Gerard was smirking again, his fist so gently and deftly moving over the length of Frank's cock.
“How does this feel?” he whispered, noticing as Frank's breathing started turning into panting against the skin of Gerard's neck. He wasn't fighting him anymore.
It was humiliating, being able to get this turned on after being raped under a crucifix, but fuck, Gerard's touch felt better than any touch he'd ever given himself. The pain was melting into an intense, sensitive pleasure, like firecrackers in every nerve ending. He needed it to feel better.
"Good...” His voice still sounded pitched, pained, but he couldn't censor the moan Gerard summoned from him when he brushed his thumb over Frank's slit. “Oh my god…”
Gerard savored the sound. "You know better than to take the Lord's name in vain, don't you, Frank?" He sped up his fist, tightening his grip as Frank's cock was curved hard and flushed. "You're so eager to be touched... just like I was so eager to touch you." Gerard's voice sounded like honey again and Frank would be damned if he almost came right then to the sound of it.
Gerard wanted everything from him. He was so innocent, his skin was so soft, olive colored, his beautiful dark hair fell just past his ears. Frank wanted him too, the priest could feel it, especially when Frank's eyes slipped half closed with lust, his lips parting to make noise as he suddenly got closer. He couldn’t resist it anymore, it felt as though he finally got to scratch an itch he always had. “Please... faster,” Frank wanted to feel it all at once, he wanted to come undone in Gerard's strong arms.
Gerard groaned, speechless, watching Frank in every detail as he jerked him off faster. Frank's eyes slipped shut for just a moment, his back arching up and brows drawing together as the ecstasy swelled in him and he came, again, the cum shooting out all up the length of his chest. It stained the shirt that had been ridden up just over his nipples. "Oh fuck, fuck, Father...!" Frank writhed, his cock quickly becoming too sensitive. Gerard squeezed it and his whole body lurched. "Father, please!"
The priest buried his head in Frank's neck, hungrily kissing him there and letting up on his vise grip. Frank moaned relief when Gerard's mouth moved over his, a needful kiss taking the place of his gasping, and a hungry tongue wandering into his mouth. Gerard kissed him until Frank seriously thought there was no air left in his lungs.
“Fuck...” Father Way stopped to lick Frank's cum off his knuckles.
Frank could barely take in the sight before he was passed out in the father's arms.
—
Frank vaguely stirred when Gerard dressed him up again and wiped the blood off his forehead. Gerard knew he had been a little rough on the boy. Frank surely wouldn’t have been able to fight him off with or without the violence. Even so there was a dark yearning in the priest that wanted to hurt Frank, to mar his purity into shreds. Frank was so untarnished, so perfect that his presence almost mocked Gerard. Ever since he first joined the parish, Frank was under his wing with his bright smile and piercing, intrusive gaze. Gerard had become convinced God didn’t make boys like Frank, they had to come from a someplace else, somewhere darker and full of temptations. His cynicism considered Frank a punishment, some cruel joke to chastise his own sinful thoughts and desires. He knew he could never rightfully have Frank but that wasn't enough to stop Gerard from wrongfully having him.
Gerard picked up Frank's limp body, his clothes ruffled and cum-stained, and he carried Frank out to his car, laying him out across the backseat and driving him home.
“You really need to be more careful, Frank. If you continue to walk the streets alone through these neighborhoods, you're bound to be mugged again,” Gerard murmured. “Your mother’s probably worried sick.”
Frank groaned and pressed his face to the car cushion. “What are you… talking about…” He slipped back into unconsciousness.
The next time he woke up, he was in his bed, with his mother sitting beside him and pressing an ice pack to his hip where a black bruise was.
“Ow… What. What going on?” he whined and tried to sit up, though his mother pushed him back down.
“Shh, Frank, it’s alright. Father Way brought you home after finding you on the sidewalk, you don't remember? He said you’d taken a hard hit to your head and got mugged. I’m so sorry, baby, I should’ve made you come home with us when we left church.”
Frank’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don't…” What could he possibly say? He didn’t get mugged but he jerked off in a confessional, got raped by his priest, then came all over himself and the priest? She wouldn’t believe him and Father Way would go to jail. He didn't know why he felt the need to protect Father Way's actions but he didn't know what he wanted more, for it to happen again or for it to never happen again? With a shaky sigh, he pressed his face into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to answer or even think about those questions yet. “I’ll be more careful next time, mom.”
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Frank avoided church for the following week despite his mother’s scolding and his responsibilities as altar boy. He couldn’t see Father Way, couldn't think about the possibility of making eye contact with him, all of it felt too fucked up. He locked himself in his room after school each day in a mess of blankets on his bed and curled around his guitar to occupy himself.
He eventually stopped talking to his parents and friends as feelings of shame took over his mind. It made him shudder to think that he might have liked what Gerard did to him. He didn't want to admit that he might have been hypnotized by the priest's demonic eyes, or admit that those eyes appeared in every dream when he was asleep or every thought when he was awake.
He couldn’t hide forever. He knew Gerard was waiting for him and he didn't even want to stay away from him. Deep inside his chest he could feel a hunger for the priest building again and he needed to have that itch scratched or risk losing his mind.
—
Frank’s resistance wore thin. Even in his music, Gerard was all he could think about, write, or sing about. He just needed to get this out of his system, right? If he saw Father Way again, maybe he could get over this unhealthy obsession more easily.
It was a good enough excuse, at least.
He entered the church early on Sunday afternoon, more nervous with each step on the crimson carpet. His heart beat faster, eyes laying upon the back of Father Way's head. The priest turned, peering at Frank with one eye.
“Where have you been?” His voice was already low and dark.
“Busy.” Why did his voice come out like a whisper? He cleared his throat. Father Way grabbed his wrist and easily pulled him towards the backroom. “P-Please, Father Way, I can’t.” His ass was still sore, even after a week.
Gerard ignored Frank and shoved him down on the couch in the changing room. “Fucking slut, you can’t avoid me forever.” He combed his fingers through Frank’s hair and slowly climbed over him, turning the boy into a quivering mess.
“It isn't right we're doing this,” Frank started, trying to push Gerard away automatically. The priest just grinned and worked at taking off Frank’s collared shirt.
“You wouldn’t tell anyone, Frank, would you? You're too scared to admit you wanted this from me." Frank turned his face away, staring at the wall in fear and frustration, but Gerard grasped his jaw and turned his face back.
Frank let the priest strip him down naked, his clothes being discarded into a pile on the floor. Father Way took a moment to burn his gaze over Frank’s naked body. The boy started breathing harder, the weight of Father Way's gaze making him crumble. Frank's cock started to harden the longer Gerard watched him, sprawled out and waiting. “So submissive,” Gerard almost laughed in delight, leaning down to kiss along Frank’s neck. “Will I get no more fighting from you?” He sounded not quite disappointed but amused.
Frank's breath hitched, Gerard’s fingers were wrapping around his cock, just beginning to touch his craving. “It still hurts from last S-Sunday,” Frank explained, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just, please don’t fuck me…”
Gerard groaned and bit Frank’s earlobe, thumbing over the boy’s slit. Frank gasped, his hips automatically twitching forward. It felt like his insides burned wherever the priest touched, maybe he truly was the possessed one, and his skin prickled into goosebumps.
“Please...” he begged when Gerard pulled his hand away.
“Enough.” Father Way gently bit at Frank’s lower lip. He hoisted Frank's naked body off the couch, positioning him to lay face down across his lap. "You can't show up here not expecting a punishment... You avoided me for over a week." He smoothed his palm over Frank's bare ass, feeling where the bruises were from last week's spanking. They'd almost healed and were barely a light yellow discoloration now. He smacked Frank again in the same spot, the first spank taking Frank off guard all over again.
Frank cried out, his ass stinging. He could feel the priest’s obtrusive erection against his stomach. “Stop!” he yelped when Gerard spanked him again, his blood starting to run hotter.
“Beg me to stop.” Gerard hit him harder, his own cock throbbing at the sight of Frank’s white, soft ass turning red. Frank rasped and gripped the couch cushion, mouth slack as Gerard kept spanking him, the sound ringing through the small room. The longer he was spanked, the hotter he felt. Frank pleaded between each strike but he was getting hard, what the fuck was wrong with him? It hurt but he didn't want it to stop.
“Oh god... God!” Frank buckled, his cock slowly leaking onto the floor.
“This is for all your fucking stares,” Gerard's voice was getting raspy now too. “For all your messes. For breaking my v-vow, dirty little boy.” Frank moaned against Gerard's thigh, just barely biting the flesh through the priest's black slacks. Each strike sent a jolt of pleasure to his cock and if he wasn't careful, he was going to cum from it. "You really like this, don't you, Frank? You like being hit?" Frank squeezed his eyes shut again, his whole body shaking as the next spank came in. "Fuck, look at you, Frank, you're leaking all over the floor.
“D-Don't, please, I'm gonna cum, don't make me—” Frank could barely choke out the words before he felt it hit him, Gerard spanked him again and his hips thrust forward, the cum shooting out of him and across the floor with a sharp, needy moan. Gerard's gaze on him twisted him with pleasure, he grasped the priest's thighs and tried to stop shaking.
Gerard was hungry for him. "Fuck, Frank, such a naughty boy to cum this hard from being spanked... Are you alright?"
Frank blinked, his mind still a mess of moans and panting.
“You’re not done yet, filthy pet..." The priest moved Frank off his lap, making him tumble onto his knees in front of the couch. He was kneeling in his own cum, still starry-eyed. "Suck me off." Gerard had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, Frank was taken aback at first not having gotten a full look at Gerard like this the last time. He looked so much bigger with his cock pressed right against Frank's pink lips.
Frank didn't object. He'd given in the second he walked into the chapel today, he'd given into wanting to please Gerard. He tried to gracefully get Gerard's cock into his mouth though he'd never had experience with this before, Gerard didn't care. "Just like that, baby... breathe through your nose." He tilted his head back, still keeping eyes on Frank as he coiled his fingers in the boy's hair. Frank gagged when Gerard pushed him down deeper, causing the priest to groan loudly. He grasped Frank's hair tighter, holding the boy's head in place to fuck his mouth slow and steadily. "S-Swallow around me... oh fuck, yeah. Just like that..." Frank swallowed, letting his mouth be used though he couldn't breathe and tears stained his eyes. It didn't take long for Gerard to get close, but right when Frank expected to pull off, Gerard shoved him down deep, tossing his head back and shooting cum down his throat with urgent groans.
Frank dug his nails into Gerard's thighs, gagging as he was forced to swallow. The priest released his grasp, letting Frank pull off in a gasping fit of coughs. Cum was leaking down his chin. He collapsed, his face pressing against Gerard's soft warm thigh until the priest helped him back onto the couch. Frank weakly crawled onto Gerard's lap, resting his head against the man's heart, entirely spent, not even enough energy to lick the cum off his face.
Father Way laughed shakily, holding Frank closer like he depended on the boy to survive. He cupped Frank's face and wiped him off, stopping for a moment to kiss him softly.
"You nearly look like you've gotten the life fucked out of you in these encounters... I'll have to build up your stamina some."
Frank was putty in the priest's hands, feeling the edge of sleep starting to weigh on him. "Mmh..."
Gerard brought him home, to his own home, something that never occurred before in the Father’s life, not since he first became a priest. It was unsettling, but Gerard wasn’t willing to let Frank down from his arms. The boy noticed it too as he hazily glanced over the small, cluttered apartment. Grey walls, scattered clutter. A knocked over photo frame. This wasn’t a place where Father Way took everyone. It had a pale and nearly sad aura, Frank could feel how personal of a place this was, and yet the priest still brought him here.
It was a flimsy precipice they were standing on, like any sudden movement would cause the entire infrastructure to come crumbling down. Gerard hardly knew Frank, and his means of getting to know Frank as much as he did were hardly conventional. And Frank shouldn’t want to know Gerard, but their tie was unperishable. Frank wasn’t as afraid of the priest’s demon eyes, and as they laid down in Gerard’s bed, Frank found himself unable to look away from them. The priest rested his calloused palm upon Frank’s cheek, staring back at the young boy.
“What happens now…?” Frank whispered, searching Gerard’s face for something, a sign maybe, he didn't know. His voice was hardly audible even in the silent, chilled room, and he found himself pressing closer to the other man for warmth.
Gerard brushed his thumb over Frank’s cheekbone and held him closer, unable to remove his hands from Frank’s flesh. “We’ll take it one day at a time.”