Murderous Shorts
By Dr FooFoo

Part Four : Prière

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I have been blind... Unwilling
To see the true love you're giving
I have ignored every blessing
I'm on my knees confessing
- My Confession [Josh Groban]
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Richard leaned back and rested his sore arms on the roof of his car, then took a long drag on his cigarette. Blowing rings of smoke into the night air, he glanced at Justin with a faint smirk.

Justin initially gave Richard a look that perfectly displayed his inner thoughts of, "holy shit, you're so immature", but, after pondering his friend's suggestion for a few moments, a slight smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"Do you want me to actually... confess?" he asked softly, but his tone made it clear he was planning on more than just cooperating. Richard blew another puff of smoke to the sky and grinned.

"Yes, I do..." he said, glancing quickly at Justin. In reality, he hadn't thought of that amusing possibility yet, but he liked the sound of it. As an afterthought, he asked, "Are they open this late?"

Justin shrugged in response. "I believe so..." he said after a few moments. "But I wouldn't really know. My parents were Jewish."

Richard dropped his cigarette butt and squashed it with his heel a few times, then crossed to the driver's side of the car and mumbled, "Come on," to Justin before climbing into the trusty Mustang.

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A few minutes later, Richard, with the help of Justin's elite navigational skills, pulled into the parking lot of the closest church. Both boys climbed out of the car and Richard brisked up the steps while Justin concentrated on not tripping over his own feet.

Once inside, Richard let the door close and glanced around the medium-sized cathedral. A few old ladies were seated randomly in the pews and Richard assumed they were living there. Spotting the line of confessionals, he headed in that direction, shooting Justin a look. The blond followed and soon, Richard was shoving him into the cramped booth.

Justin sat down and Richard closed the door and plastered himself to the wall, then stared down at Justin. A few moments passed and the boys heard a click as the door to the opposite confessional opened. Justin jumped a little, and glanced quickly at Richard, then to the priest who had seated himself.

The old priest grumbled and started to speak slowly, in a gruff tone. "Welcome, my son..." he weezed loudly. Richard winced. Eww...

Justin squirmed nervously in his seat and glanced up to Richard quickly, then mumbled shyly, "Thank you, Father. Um... hi."

At Justin's tiny, nervous voice, Richard brought his hand up to his mouth to prevent any girly, non-Richard-esque giggled from escaping. The priest went on.

"Ahemahem..." he coughed huskily. "How long has it been since you last made a confession, my son?"

Justin looked up at Richard again and smirked very faintly, then mumbled quietly, "Um... I'm sorry, Father... It's been a... very long time."

The priest coughed again and grumbled, "Ahemahem... I see... ahem. Well, confess your sins and the lord will purify you."

Richard, meanwhile, had slipped his leg in between Justin's knees. The blond hadn't acknowledged it, but he squeaked quietly when Richard slid his leg closer to Justin's crotch. Justin tried to mask any squeaking by talking quickly and quietly.

"Well... a lot has happened in my life. A couple years ago, I met this gorgeous... man. Well, I'd noticed him way before I actually met him. Occasionally, I had..." Justin quieted his voice to a whisper and mumbled, "impure thoughts about him..."

Richard was extremely amused by Justin's 'confession' and decided to spruce it up a little and make his move. He leaned against the wall of the confessional for support and crouched down slowly, touching Justin's inner thigh lightly with one hand. Justin purred softly.

"Well..." the priest mumbled. "That's very sinful indeed... Ahemahem. You didn't... act upon these thoughts with this man, did you, my son? Ahemahem."

Richard slid his hand higher and Justin attempted, again, to cover any noises of appreciation by talking. "Well... not at first," he said softly. "At first... I only had myself, so... sometimes..." He paused for a moment, then mumbled all in one breath, "I'd touch myself..."

Richard tried not to snort with amusement, while Justin started to find it difficult to keep from snickering. He didn't think he'd get such a kick out of this.

Richard pressed himself against Justin's legs and placed his other hand on Justin's other thigh, then looked up at him and stared. Justin stared back for a few seconds, then got shy and looked away.

"Ahh... ahem, I see..." the old priest muttered. "Well, for this, you must say three Hail Marys and you will be, ahemahem, purified. Do you have anything else to confess, my son?"

"Um... yes... I do, actually," Justin stuttered. "Um... well... I'm thinking about him... right now... in ways that I shouldn't."

The priest grumbled a little, confused as to how someone could even think these evil and sinful thoughts! "Well, ahem, you'd best confess anything else and then say those prayers, ahemahem, to be purified before this gets out of control..."

Richard leaned in and nuzzled Justin's crotch, and the poor boy moaned quietly.

"I have to confess..." Justin said as Richard shoved his hand under his shirt and stroked his tummy and sides lightly. "I'm thinking about him... how he was earlier... panting and lusty and moving inside me and so... sexy..."

The priest made a noise of discomfort and Richard slid his hand up a bit higher, before Justin continued.

"I'm thinking about how--" Justin stuttered and corrected himself quickly. "About... what it would be like... if he was between my legs right now... With his hands touching my skin and..."

Justin was beyond all nervousness now; he was completely into the act and Richard loved it. Justin purposely trailed off his sentence and the priest grumbled uncomfortably again.

"Um... ahemahem... My son... you must rid yourself of these sinful thoughts..." the priest mumbled, completely ignorant of anything going on in the next confessional. He also appeared to be semi-blind, because he didn't look over or even glance when Richard slid up Justin's body, straddling him in his seat and kissing his neck lightly.

Justin managed to make himsefl sound somewhat distraught. "I can't, Father... I just... I can't stop thinking about his beautiful body, and how good it feels pressed into mine... His lips... when they're on my neck... Mmm... The way he makes me moan..."

The last word conveniently trailed off into a rather obvious moan, but the old priest did't think to turn his head to see into the boys' confessional. Richard took advantage of that, and moved his mouth in a line of little kisses along Justin's neck, then up to his lips.

The priest grumbled and seemed very disturbed. "Ahemahem... my son... You seem very confused and led by the devil. You must repent... Ahemahem."

Justin kissed Richard back loudly, then pulled back slightly to groan, "Don't you think I've tried, Father? I don't want to go to hell! But every time I try to seek help, this... gorgeous devil... appears right back in my lap."

He glanced at Richard when he said that and the redhead grinned and rubbed a little before descending once again on Justin's lips.

The priest figured this sinner's time was up, so he grumbled, "Ahemahem... My son... You seem far past any help... I'm afraid I can no longer aide you. The lord has decided you will go to hell! Ahemahem."

Justin moaned loudly into Richard's mouth, then frowned and murmured, "No... God can't forsake me like that!" He panted a few times, then attacked Richard's neck with lips, tongue and teeth. Lightly with the teeth though.

Richard decided that now was the time to finally make a noise, and make a noise he did. Moaning loudly right next to the grate that seperated the confessionals, he groaned, "Uhh... Justin, baby, I love it when you moan..." then draped his arms around Justin's shoulders and bared his neck.

The priest's eyes widened visibly, despite the enormous flaps of skin and wrinkles surrounding them, and he finally turned to stare with disbelief into the next confessional. Justin made sure he was all lewd and obvious about everything for the priest, showing lots of action with the way he tilted his head and the way he kissed Richard. He even moaned again, a bit louder, and licked Richard's neck, purely sexually.

Richard shivered slightly and moved his head so he could get at Justin's neck, biting and sucking and licking obscenely. Justin let his head fall back.

"Ahemahem! My... song! I must ask you and your companion to leave immediately! Ahem!" the priest mumbled, despite shock. He looked absolutely mortified, and Justin almost grinned, amused by the look on the poor man's face.

"Nnngg... Father, you see my problem now... Right?" Justin moaned, moving his hands up to Richard's chest. Richard paused to grin cockily at the crusty old priest, then went back to doing naughty things to Justin's neck.

The priest looked horrified and, after about two more seconds or staring into the other confessional, he stood up and exited as fast as he could (which was slowly).

"Mmm, Justin..." Richard mumbled, nipping lightly. "We should split..."

Justin nodded in agreement, then stole another kiss and took Richard's outstretched hand. The two boys stood and quickly escaped from the confessional, then ran through the darkened cloisters. Richard glanced back at one point and noticed the old, homeless ladies staring and the old priest pointing at them.

Justin ran a bit faster than Richard, though, and practically dragged him out of the cathedral. Once safely outside, Richard leaned on his car and immediately pulled out a cigarette and lit up. Justin scowled faintly but got over it quickly and stared back at the door of the church nervously.

"That was perfect..." Richard murmured around the cigarette in his mouth, all smug. Justin nodded and risked a little grin.

"Yeah, it was... kind of fun..." he said quietly, pressing against Richard slightly.

Richard snorted and said with a smirk, "You loved it..." Justin gave him a look, but it wasn't a look of denial and that was what counted. Richard climbed into the car and Justin followed, then Richard started it and pulled out of the parking lot just as the mob of priests and old ladies exited the church.

All they could hear, if they could at all, was the thumping bass of Richard's heavy metal music as he drove away.