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“My first mass is coming up if…you wanna stick around.”
Jud watched Benoit’s reaction to his words closely, trying to determine the answer to the statement before the words left his mouth. Jud wasn’t entirely sure why he had made the proposition anyway, as he knew Benoit was a firm atheist. He couldn’t lie and say that the man wasn’t alluring to him in a sense. He had been trying to determine exactly what this attraction could mean and of what nature it was. It seemed as though a million thoughts had run through Jud’s mind before Benoit finally replied.
“Okay, Father.”
Jud could hardly believe it, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Okay,” he replied, silently thanking God.
♱
Jud could feel Benoit’s eyes on him throughout the first half of the mass, or maybe he was just imagining it. The speculation was put to rest during communion. Jud recited the blessing he had said a million times at this point, when Benoit stood before him. Jud watched him closely in those 10 or so seconds as he made sure to enunciate each syllable slowly. Benoit’s strikingly blue eyes raked over him, starting from his feet to his lips, where he lingered. Jud exhaled, almost forgetting where he was for a second. Benoit then turned and walked back to his seat. Jud mentally reprimanded himself and continued handing out communion and blessing the remaining clergy.
That was a clear sign, Jud thought to himself during silent reflection. God forgive me, I am not strong enough for this.
Jud watched Benoit slowly make the sign of the cross with his hands. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. He knew Jud was observing him. Mocking aside, Jud wondered how those hands would feel splayed across his back or slowly pumping his cock.
Jud internally cursed himself again. He thought he had beaten the carnal thoughts until Benoit Freaking Blanc strolled into his life. There was no way he was going to make the first move, but if Benoit did, well, how could he say no to something he truly wanted?
♱
Jud said his goodbyes to the several people who had shown up. He waited by the door in anticipation, but Blanc did not show.
He’s waiting for me in the church.
Jud turned around and saw the back of Benoit’s head. He was still sitting in a pew.
Jud walked up the center aisle as if he were about to take communion for the second time that day and turned into the row where Benoit was still quietly sitting. He didn’t even look over as Jud sat next to him. The silence was getting ridiculous. Jud decided to break it.
“Well, are you going to say something?”
A beat, then, “If I’m being perfectly honest, you have me at a loss for words, darling.”
Darling?
“Were you looking at me during mass?”
“Well, you are the priest,” Benoit said, and then he finally looked up at Jud. “And I think the looking was very mutual.”
They just stared at each other for a moment.
“What do you want to do about this?” Benoit asked, gesturing between them.
The air was thick; Jud could barely swallow, let alone form a thought.
“Wh-What do you mean?”
Benoit put his hand out.
This is a bad idea. This is going to escalate.
You want it to escalate, a voice inside Jud’s head argued.
Jud covered Benoit’s hand with his own. No turning back now.
Benoit inched closer until his lips were grazing Jud’s ear.
“You’re very pretty, I hope you know that.”
Jud’s breath hitched, and his dick twitched in interest at the words. He could tell that Benoit was also getting increasingly turned on. Fuck the first move rule.
Jud turned and kissed Benoit, then pulled back. Benoit placed a hand on the priest’s jaw and slowly drew him back in. They began kissing again in earnest as if this was their only opportunity, as if they were never going to see each other again after this.
Benoit lowered his hand and began to palm the other man’s erection. A moan escaped Jud’s lips, and he began to pant into Benoit’s mouth. The angle was awkward, but Jud was too far gone to care. He unbuttoned his shirt and began to lie back on the pew. Benoit followed, beginning to remove Jud’s belt.
“Have you ever done this before?” Benoit asked.
Jud raised an eyebrow.
“With a man,” he clarified, in the process of pulling down Jud’s black pants.
“Once or twice in college,” Jud said. “Drunken hookups. Unsurprisingly, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex with anyone.”
“What a shame, you have such a beautiful body,” Benoit said, trailing a hand up the skin that the unbuttoned shirt had revealed.
Jud felt himself burning up. He felt like he was on fire, appropriate for a priest in his current predicament.
“Not so bad yourself, although I would like to see more of you,” Jud replied. “You are way overdressed right now.”
He reached for Benoit's belt, sitting up slightly in the process, but was stopped by the older man’s hand.
“I’ll take care of this,” he said. “You’ve locked up the church, I assume?”
Jud stopped. How could he forget to do that? Anyone could walk in on them. He knew that the look he was giving Benoit right now gave away the answer to his question.
“Get some lube while you’re up,” Benoit said.
Jud got up reluctantly, his hard-on straining against his underwear at the thought of what Benoit would do with said lube. He grabbed the keys from his pants and moved toward the door.
♱
Jud felt Benoit on him the moment he left the sacristy. They kissed near the tabernacle for a while, and Jud’s desire burned brighter. He felt purer than he ever had in his lifetime of service to the church. He wanted to worship Benoit on his knees like the God he so reverently prayed to. He made a motion to act on his thoughts, but Benoit stopped him. He gently pulled at Jud’s underwear.
“There will be time for that later, dear,” he said. “Let me take care of you first.”
Benoit fully pulled down Jud’s underwear, revealing his leaking cock, which bobbed against his chest.
Benoit moaned at the sight and took the lube from Jud’s hand. He placed it on the tabernacle and then started kissing Jud’s neck frantically. He sucked and bit. Jud secretly hoped it left a mark.
He gasped when Benoit lifted him up and placed him on the tabernacle.
“Oh God, Benoit, touch me please,” Jud said, shocked at the need in his voice.
“You are gorgeous when you beg, sweetheart,” Benoit moaned.
He then dipped two fingers in the lube and started stroking Jud’s cock. Jud let out a groan and threw his head back, feeling like a sacrificial offering. The lube felt cool on his skin, and he could already feel a heat pool in his lower belly.
“I-I’m not gonna last long,” Jud choked out.
“Come for me, darling,” Benoit said, continuing the work on his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.
Jud moaned loudly as he felt his orgasm wash over him. White ropes landed on his chest. He slid off the tabernacle and landed on his knees.
He looked up at Benoit from his new position on the floor, trying to look alluring.
“We should get you cleaned up firs-“
“No,” Jud cut him off. “Use me. Now. Please.”
Jud could see the heat in Benoit’s eyes. He moved closer.
“I need this,” he continued, starting to mouth at the fabric in his way. “How could you say no to that?”
Jud looked up again. Benoit’s pupils were now blown wide.
“I can’t.”
Jud made quick work of pulling down Benoit’s underwear. He had never done this before, but the post-orgasmic haze was making him feel like he should just go for it. He started to suck at the tip, and Benoit moaned. Jud slowly took more of him into his mouth, swirling his tongue at the slit. What he really wanted was for Benoit to fuck his mouth, take what he wanted, but the older man was not moving.
Jud pulled him closer, trying to communicate what he wanted, and Benoit finally got with the program. He began to push into Jud’s mouth, slowly at first. He gagged a little, but that was completely outbalanced by how ridiculously hot he was finding this situation. Jud felt a hand in his hair.
“Hit my leg if you want me to stop,” Benoit said. “I’ve thought about this so many times, wanted to have you just like this.”
Jud moaned around the cock in his mouth. Benoit was now fully thrusting, and Jud began to feel tears well in his eyes.
“Ah- Jud, I’m going to come,” Benoit said.
He made a motion to move back, but Jud held him in place, and Benoit came down his throat. He was never going to be able to take communion the same way again. He pulled off Benoit’s cock and fell back. Benoit put out his hand, and Jud took it, getting hoisted to his feet in one swift motion.
“Thank you,” Jud said quietly, almost to himself.
“I should be the one thanking you,” Benoit said. “I actually made a good memory in a church.”
“Gonna convert now?” Jud teased.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”