Summary: Dream is a priest fresh from the seminary. Although he has spent years trying to deny what he's always wanted and has done a good job at it, George comes along just to ruin it.
Can a man who's vowed himself to God deny this man who would live out all the fantasies Dream has ever desired?
Notes: Guys, this is an NSFW work. This is a bit sacrilegious and I know it is very wrong for me as a catholic to write but... God the idea was just so good.
Anywho, this work does use words and terms that are related/used in the catholic church. If you do not understand them, I am sorry this is the only way I could explain them. This was originally going to be just a plain nasty fic but I kinda wanted it to be wholesome in the end. Welcome to my sinful acquaintances with benefits to boyfriends fic! :))
The first chapter will be mainly smut and this fic shouldn't be more than 8K words. There will be an estimate of two more chapters before this is completed. If you came for the NSFW, it happens in the first chapter. As well as more later on. If you came for the fluff you might have to dig for it. If you came for BOTH then hell are you in luck!
ALSO! There is a section in this fic that is inspired by horseparkour's "Antediluvian". (The part where they are praying at the dinner table) Other than that, this is my original idea!
Sunday One:
George was twenty-three and still living with his parents.
Most people would think that was immature of him, but the only reason he was doing it was so he could have a place to be during college.
It was nice though. He was able to have a place rent-free for another year, he got homemade dinner, a nice family, but there were a couple of downsides.
George's parents were devout Catholics.
He was a flaming homosexual,
and no one knew about it.
"Good morning, hun," His mother said as he entered the kitchen. It was a typical Sunday morning and George had just finished getting ready for Sunday Mass.
"Morning Mom." He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured himself some coffee.
"Are you ready for mass?" She asked as she flipped through the paper. She scanned the page warily. Curious, George peered over her shoulder and read a heading.
Florida Gets Ready for Pride
George smiled at that. June was coming up quickly. But his happy smile fell when he saw his mother's distaste. She wiped away her sour expression as she remembered her initial question.
"I am," George answered when he met her eyes.
There was one condition to living with his parents. Despite being a full-grown adult, George was still required to attend weekly mass while living under his parent's roof. Of course, he agreed because he wasn't going to turn down living with no rent.
George sat down with his mother at the dining table. "I heard there was a new priest today." his mother said blankly. "Fresh from the seminary." George's interest piqued. They have had the same priest for nearly four years. George was beginning to get tired of his boring homilies.
"How old is he?"
"Around your age. My friend said he was a good man. Apparently, his father was very active in the parish as well. Apparently, this is his church, he was baptized here." George nodded. He wondered if he was actually going to keep George's attention.
Their parish had many priests and deacons come and go. Some around George's age, some older. But no matter what, all of them were a bore.
"How have we never seen him before?" He asked.
His mother shrugged, "Apparently, he and his father went to midnight mass. You don't find many people willing to do that anymore."
George nodded, agreeing.
He wasn't sure why, but for the first time in a long time, George was a little excited to go to church.
...
It was stupid that Dream was nervous. This wasn't his first mass, but it was one of them. And although he knew the motions and words by heart, something in him shifted. His stomach churned and his heart raced. He was genuinely nervous that he was going to let the people of the church down.
Dream slipped the chasuble over his head and prepared himself.
He would be fine.
Nothing would ruin this.
...
George watched intently as the servers, Deacon, and Priest made their way down the aisle and to the altar where they would host mass.
He didn't get a good look at his face but George was hoping to. He was in the first row of pews like he and his family often were and he was actually giving them his full attention.
And then he saw him. And his heart skipped a beat.
He was handsome. He was hot. He was...
A priest.
He was a fucking priest.
George tried to push away his unholy thoughts. He couldn't think this about him. Besides, it wasn't like anything could happen. That man up there made a vow to Christ, to the church.
Even if he swung that way he wouldn't do anything with anyone.
But also George couldn't help himself.
He made the man up there lock eyes with him. George stared until he stared back.
And eventually, he did.
And it was almost like they were having a conversation with their eyes.
Both of them knew about the other. They could see it, sense it.
Both of them were gay.
...
George knew it. And by the way the priest was looking at George, he knew George knew.
The Priest shook it off and continued with mass.
"The Lord be with you," He said.
His voice was sweet. Like nectar.
"And with your spirit," George and the rest of the people responded.
"I am new to this," the man said as went off course a little. "So I hope I do as well as others have in the past." Dream gulped as he met George's eyes for a moment. He flushed and averted them to the other strangers. "My name is Dream. I am very excited to spend my next few years here with you."
George smiled warmly.
He was already so much more interesting.
They continued mass like usual. Although, there were more than a few exchanges with their eyes throughout the forty-five-minute service.
All was fine, it was fairly normal.
Until communion.
See George was raised to kneel when he received the body of Christ. He was told it was out of respect. So he let the person who was receiving communion place the eucharist on his tongue while he knelt down before him.
George hadn't thought about the awkward position that he would put himself in. So when he went up to Dream to get his communion, he didn't realize until he was on his knees.
His mouth open.
Dream flushed and there was no doubt that George had seen it. Because then George blushed too.
Dream enjoyed the sight more than he was supposed to. To see this man he didn't even know the name of on his knees before him. To feel above him at this moment was pleasuring.
Carefully Dream took the small piece of unleavened bread and placed it on the brunet's tongue.
He hadn't meant to, but while pulling away his finger brushed the man's tongue.
George's eyes widened.
He locked eyes with the blond and wondered if it had been on purpose. Had it been intentional?
No, it hadn't been. To Dream, it was a complete accident. But he didn't entirely regret it.
His tongue was soft, almost like velvet. Dream wondered what it would feel like to have it dragged across his body.
Would it feel good?
Quickly George stood, did the sign of the cross, and made his way back to his pew.
During the rest of the mass, George sleep-walked through. All he could think about was what it would be like to lick the rest of Dream's body.
...
It was the end of mass now, they had closed out with a song, watched as the servers, deacon, and priest made their way out the way they came. George stood and began to walk to the door as well, ready to leave and forget about this day.
But his mother got hold of his wrist and gently motioned for him to sit down.
"What are we doing?" George asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
His mother chuckled, "You know we always stay and meet the new priests and deacons. They deserve a warm welcome."
George pursed his lips and mentally facepalmed. How could he possibly forget a thing they do so often?
"You're right. I completely forgot."
His mother furrowed her brow worryingly. She pressed the back of her hand to George's forehead. "You feel warm. And you're as white as a sheet. Are you alright, darling?" She asked as she pulled away her hand.
"Just a little woozy. I'm alright."
"We can always meet him next time, would you like to go home?"
George's mind told him to tell her yes. To go home and not dig himself any deeper into this already six-foot-deep hole.
But he thought with his heart, he wasn't using his head. And he had no control over the words that tumbled from his mouth.
"It's fine. We can meet him." Because George wanted to meet him again. This time, he could have a conversation with him.
The Davidsons waited for the new face to exit the back room. And when he did, George's breath stopped.
Without his chasuble, you could see his profound waist that curved and widened at his torso and shoulders. George's breath hitched, he imagined what it would be like to bruise them in his grip. To leave thumbprints along Dream's hip bone. To hold them in place while he tried to buck them toward George, craving for more friction.
George was pulled from his daydream when he heard the man's voice again. Dream forced a smile and extended a hand toward George's father. "I'm Dream, it's wonderful to meet you."
"Henry Davidson. It's so wonderful to see such young people like you go down a path like this. Very inspiring." For a split second, Dream's eyes locked with George's. "Tell me, how did you decide this, Father?" George's father asked, intrigued.
George saw the flicker of panic in Dream's eyes. "Oh, you know how it is. God calls you to one thing and we all know you can't deny the Lord."
Henry nodded knowingly, "I was going to join the seminary myself, but I knew that wasn't what I was being called to do. I knew that when I saw my lovely wife, that's what I was meant to pursue."
George smiled. Despite being against the church in most aspects, he did love his parents and he did enjoy them being happy.
"You know it's a shame, you won't get to experience that with someone one day. But the Lord has a plan for you, and it is what's best for you as a person." Henry chuckled and clapped his hand onto his son's shoulder. "My boy here will find a beautiful woman, I'm sure of it."
Dream observed the discomfort on George's face as his father did that. But despite it, George smiled and nodded. "Thanks, dad." He said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"It really is so refreshing to see such devout people your age do this. The parish is very proud of you."
Dream smiled.
He fucking smiled and George wanted to melt.
He had dimples and the way his smile curved upward was almost devilish.
"I'm glad I haven't let you guys down." Dream finally met George's longing gaze. "I never got your name," He said as he held out his hand in George's direction.
"I'm George." He said as he shook Dream's hand. His hand was warm and calloused and George mentally cursed when his fingers finally slipped away. He wanted them there forever.
"It was nice to meet you, George." Dream said softly.
And he had meant it.
...
George couldn't help but think about that moment from communion for the rest of the day. Every time his mind would drift back to that memory, his face would flush and he would hide himself beneath the duvet of his bed.
He felt bad about the thoughts that were swimming in his mind. He hated to think about a person like that, about a priest of all people. It was wrong of George.
He tried to push them away, he tried to get rid of the thoughts.
But he couldn't.
And as he drifted off to sleep that night, he couldn't control the vivid dirty dream he had.
...
Dream felt like a disappointment. He felt dirty and guilty. As he drifted off to sleep himself that night, he too couldn't control the aspect of his dreams. And although there were no clear faces, he knew who those soft fingers belonged to. Who's plump lips were kissing every inch of him.
He had never felt this way before. Felt this raw sexual attraction to one person. Of course, growing up he had small crushes but never this. This want and need for another person. To physically ache for another body to touch and to touch him back.
But he couldn't disappoint the Lord, the church, his own blood dad.
He had made a vow. He had sworn to celibacy and obedience.
He was meant to never get married nor partake in sexual activity.
To show obedience to the lord, the parish, and his order.
He was to carry this out for the rest of his life. As long as he was here on earth, being a priest was what he was supposed to do.
He couldn't disappoint his dad. He couldn't let down his family, his church.
But he wanted it so bad.
His body shivered at the thought of a man's hands on his body. Of finally being able to live out that fantasy he's wanted for so long. Finally ignoring the idea of it being wrong, he could finally have what he wanted.
But he wouldn't. He would sit and ponder, he would imagine what it would be like. But at the end of the day, it would be nothing more than a fantasy.
Sunday Two:
Today was a confession. And although George thought about taking it seriously, he just couldn't.
He had tried to, he had gotten a leaf of paper and begun to write down the sins he would confess. But he just couldn't. Because he thought about what it would be like if he had Dream to confess to.
What would he say?
Would George be serious? Would he tease?
And George, of course, chose the latter.
He couldn't help but smile to himself as mass was completed. He would hang around until it got dark. Wait until almost no one was left. Until he was the last one waiting to confess to Dream.
It was nearly five pm. His parents were done with their own confession and had headed home. George lived down the street, he told them he'd walk home.
That was if he could.
He had big plans for this moment. He wondered how it would play out. Would Dream cave? Would he stand his ground? Would he deny what George knew Dream wanted?
George wasn't entirely sure, but if he did then George wouldn't press it any further.
But if he crumbled, if he wanted it as George did. Then this wasn't going to be the end of this.
Softly, George knocked on the door. "Come in," He heard a response. It was a voice he had been craving to hear for a week now.
When George pushed the door open and revealed himself, Dream's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" Dream asked.
"I came to confess," George said simply. Dream didn't entirely buy it.
"Well, come sit then." Dream motioned for the other chair before him. George nodded and sat down.
The pair did the sign of the cross together and then George spoke. "Forgive me father for I have sinned, It has been sixteen months since my last confession."
Dream raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?" To be frank, he was a little intrigued.
"I usually skip them," George said, fulfilling the blond's curiosity.
"Why the change of heart?" Dream asked.
George shrugged, "I'm not sure." Usually, these things were awkward. You sat and you told a stranger your deepest and darkest sins. But this time, George almost wanted Dream to know.
"Well, go ahead, get started."
George nodded. It started with the stuff George had confessed thousands of times. It started with not attending weekly mass every week or using the Lord's name in vain. Not respecting his peers and parents.
But then it changed.
"I don't practice chastity," George said as if it were nothing. But to Dream, he wondered how he hadn't.
Dream didn't expect what he said next to slip from his mouth. "Elaborate." Dream said demandingly.
George grinned but did as he was told. "I've slept with a man."
"I've been tied to my bed and been fucked senseless."
Dream gulped.
But George did not stop, he continued like it was nothing. "I've been pinned against the wall and begged for pleasure."
Dirtier and dirtier.
Vivid image after vivid image was displayed for Dream to imagine.
"I sucked off a man while he called me horrible names."
Dream was biting his tongue. His pants were tight against his hard-on.
He was hearing everything he had ever wanted. What he had wanted to be done to him, what he wanted to do to another. It was practically like torture to hear all of those lewd things come from such heavenly lips.
God his lips.
He couldn't stop staring at his lips.
Soft and pink. Plump yet so delicate.
Dream wanted to smash his own against those lips.
Suddenly George stopped speaking. Dream hadn't even heard the rest of what he had said.
George peered down at Dream's pants and he grinned when he noticed how Dream shifted in his seat. Dream was against regulation and wasn't wearing his chasuble, which left George to notice just how big the tent in Dream's pants was.
George smiled and stood. He checked that the door was locked and he walked over to the blond.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." George sat up and walked over to Dream and tilted his chin up to lock their eyes. "But I'm about to do it again." And George smashed his lips against Dream's.
Dream was a little shocked at first but then he melted. He let his eyes snap shut and he let the brunet venture his tongue in his mouth.
He had imagined it, he had thought about it. But never had he thought it would feel this good.
His mind was fogged and his entire body tingled at George's touch. Good, so so good.
George's hands ventured down to the waistband of Dream's pants. The brunet couldn't help but smile when Dream gasped.
Such a pretty sound.
He wanted to hear it again.
George trailed his lips to Dream's neck, he let his fingertips just barely brush the tent in Dream's pants.
This time he moaned. And George fucking loved it.
George could tell by the way Dream's hips bucked forward and how he muffled his moans in their kisses that Dream had never felt this before.
"Make noise for me, babe." He said against the skin of Dream's neck. Dream's skin burned like fire, but it tasted sweet. He couldn't deny himself of the sugary flavour.
George kissed along his collar and his jaw. He kissed every inch that he could.
Between pants, Dream spoke. His words broke from flusteredness. "Don't leave marks." He said with a breath. "Where they can be seen."
George grinned. His smile dripped with lust.
"I won't." George finally brought himself to Dream's level. He sat in his lap now, his legs straddling Dream's. He could feel him, he was so dangerously close.
"What do you want?" George whispered.
"You." Dream answered without hesitation. He looked up at the brunet, his lips inches away from George's. This time, Dream made the move and instead of a heated kiss, he took it slow. Let his lips slide against George's. His lips were soft and warm.
He never thought someone's lips could be so addictive. He never thought he could want to bite someone's lip.
He wanted to know what it would feel like to have George's pink lips between his teeth.
Dream sought out his desire and bit the brunet's lip. He hadn't meant to do it so hard, but he didn't care because when George moaned he didn't regret a thing.
Dream pulled back, his breath heavy. He looked into George's dimmed and dilated eyes. He looked down at the lip he had bitten.
It was bleeding now and the blood began to surface on the swollen bottom lip. Carefully, Dream lifted his hand to cup George's face and brushed his lips. He smeared the blood from his lip to his cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Dream smiled proudly.
"You are a pretty thing, aren't you?" Dream asked, he eyed his work. His lip was swollen where he had bitten down. Dream was proud of himself.
Dream dragged his hands achingly slow down George's side. He let them rest on his belt where he slowly undid it. As he did so, he looked up at George.
"Is this okay?" He asked his breath hot against George's ear. His voice was low. Eagerly, George nodded.
Dream smiled and unzipped George's jeans.
George looked down at him, his eyes warm and patient.
Slowly, Dream pulled out George's cock. The tip was beading with precum. He pressed his thumb to George's slit and began to move it back and forth.
George gasped and threw his head back.
"Oh fuck." He slithered his hands up to Dream's neck and then along his collar bone. Then, he dug his nails into Dream's clothed shoulders.
Dream moved his hand up and down George's cock. The precum was serving as a lubricant. But it wasn't going to give him the pleasure that George deserved. So, Dream spit into his hand and began to move his hand up and down faster and faster.
George bit his already bruised and bleeding lip to contain his moans.
Dream was so pure yet had such dirty intentions. He could do such dirty things.
He was so good.
George could hardly speak, he whined into Dream's neck hoping that there was no one left in the church to hear.
George thrust into Dream's hand, practically begging Dream to move faster.
Dream noticed the plea and he did what was asked of him. While he did so, he connected their lips again.
George's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he could feel himself nearing his climax.
George moaned into Dream's mouth and Dream could feel the hum of George's pleasure.
Dream could still taste the lingering copper flavour of George's blood on his lips.
And it tasted so good.
George couldn't hold back anymore and Dream knew that George was at his climax by the whine and uncontainable moan that slipped past his lips.
Cum coated both of their chests and George panted at the release. He looked down at the blond, thankful for the strong support of Dream's hands on his waist. He felt weak like his legs were jelly.
George rested his head on Dream's. He caught his breath as Dream gently kissed down George's neck. It was as if it was Dream's version of aftercare, to give him this lovely attention while he calmed down.
"What's my penance, Father?" George asked as he looked down at the blond. His eyes and face were worn and tired but George wanted more, he wanted to give the blond what he had been given.
Dream rose from his seat and placed George on his feet. He then took George by his hair and pushed him down to his knees. George licked his lips hungrily.
"Suck my dick." Dream commanded. "And no stopping until I cum. Even if there are tears in your eyes and you are choking, dont fucking stop."
George nodded, he quickly unbuckled Dream's belt and unzipped his jeans.
He hadn't ever thought this would happen.
George didn't waste a minute, he licked the tip of Dream's dick savouring the salty taste of his precum.
Dream was still holding George by his hair, clutching it tightly between his fingers. Dream forced himself down George's throat. He could feel his cock hit the back of George's throat.
George gagged but he pushed himself further. His teeth just barely scraped the sides of Dream's cock. George hallowed his cheeks and bobbed his head in a steady motion.
"Yes, ah-" Dream threw his head back and gripped the wall for support. "Just like that." The room was spinning for Dream, he had never felt anything this amazing before. It felt like this huge tension was lifted from Dream.
God George's lips were heavenly, his tongue was perfect and soft.
Dream was pulling hard onto George's hair. His fingers wrapped around the brunet roots. "You are so good at that, hun." George's stomach flipped at the praise and the pet name.
God George looked so good beneath him. So pretty, so worn. All because of him.
This was everything he'd ever wanted.
Dream groaned when George took him in fully.
God George's mouth could do such wonderful things.
Without warning, Dream came. Cum shot down George's throat and he pulled off of him with a pop.
He licked the corners of his lips, hoping to catch any drip of Dream's cum lingering on them.
He looked up at Dream and the blond couldn't help it. Dream pulled him up to him and kissed him again. He whispered softly into George's lips.
"This isn't the last time." He kissed George's jaw tenderly. "I hope to see you again, George."
Sunday Three:
Though after that day, Dream and George's eyes met at least five times during the forty-five-minute service that next Sunday. Their eyes would meet and they would remember, they would think of that moment they had last week.
They knew something that no one else did.
Though today was a bit different, today was going to be hell.
Today The Davidson's invited Father Dream over for Sunday Dinner. It was a common thing for his parents to invite the priests and deacons over for a meal. So George eagerly rushed to the door when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened it without a thought. "Hey," He said breathlessly.
Dream's face reddened, and not from the Florida sun. "Hey," They stared at each other for a moment, their eyes dancing over each other's bodies. Both of them recollecting what had happened.
They looked at each other like they wanted it again.
Both of them did.
"I uh, I brought your mother flowers. Since she's hosting me," George smiled and nodded.
"I'm sure she'll enjoy them." They held eye contact a moment longer before George cleared his throat and spoke again. "Well, come on in. Food is almost on the table." George opened the door fully and let Dream walk in.
"Want me to take your blazer?" George asked, Dream began to shrug it off.
"Please." He handed George the black jacket and let him hang it on the coat rack. Although, Dream didn't make his way to the dining room immediately. Instead, he stopped and leaned in close to George's face. He held the brunet's chin with his forefinger and thumb. "You know, I had to get rid of that set of clothes." He said softly into George's ear. "All because of you, I had to trash them." He said it like he was angry, although both of them knew that wasn't true.
George shivered. He began to lean forward, hoping to connect his lips with the pretty blond's. But then he remembered where he was and who he was with.
Kissing a priest in the entryway of your catholic parent's home wasn't a great idea.
He pulled back and straightened the wrinkles from Dream's shirt and fixed his collar. He wasn't sure why, maybe he just wanted to touch him or maybe it was a gesture of endearment.
"Let's go. My mother is waiting." Dream watched George as the brunet led the way.
George looked back for a moment and caught how Dream's attitude had changed so much in only seconds. From talking about the things they had done with each other to a bright priestly smile. George shivered.
He kinda liked it.
"Hi mom," George said as he entered the kitchen with the bouquet. He kissed his mother's cheek and handed her the assortment of flowers. "Father Dream brought these for you." He said as he handed them to her.
"Oh thank you, darling!" She said to the blond who stood in the kitchen doorway. "Henry, it seems you have competition." She joked with a wink as she hollered to her husband in the other room.
George could hear his father's chuckle. "Is that so? Well, please I'd appreciate it if you didn't leave me for a younger lad."
The group laughed.
"Well again, thank you, Father. These are beautiful."
"Anytime, thank you for having me as a guest." He said softly. He casually leaned against the door frame and smiled. He looked good.
The soft curve of his body, his hands stuffed into his front pockets. He looked casual, he looked hot.
"Well, George could you please help me get this stuff on the table?" His mother asked.
"Of course," George answered as he went toward a pot. Dream grabbed it from him though.
"I got it." The blond said.
George raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Are you trying to one-up me?"
Dream grinned. "No actually." Dream walked backward toward the dining room. "I'm trying to impress you." And he left George alone in the kitchen.
...
The group of four were seated around the dining table now. George and Dream were on one side and George's parents were across from them. The group had just gotten situated and they prepared for grace.
"Father Dream, please be a dear and lead us in prayer?" George's mother asked softly.
Dream nodded and smiled.
But then he felt a familiar hand on his thigh. His face flushed red.
What was George doing?
Dream tried to ignore it, he followed through with the beginning of the blessing. He brought his hand up to his forehead and did the sign of the cross.
George's parents had their eyes closed but George didn't. Dream knew this because even with his eyelids shut, he could feel George's burning stare.
George's fingers inched upward to where Dream's thighs met. He glided his fingers closer and closer to the zipper of Dream's jeans.
"Bless Us O Lord and these thy gifts," Dream bit his lip when George palmed him through his jeans. George grinned. Dream opened his eyes and glared.
George mouthed to him. "Don't mess up. Perfect, or else."
Or else what? What would he do? Withhold what Dream wanted?
"Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord," Dream gasped but held it in.
His parents hadn't noticed.
George smiled. He had said it perfectly.
George unzipped Dream's jeans and began to stroke him slowly.
"Lord, we thank you for this amazing meal." Dream snapped his eyes shut to hide his rolling eyes. "And we thank you for the world and beautiful people you surround us with. Amen."
Would George let him cum? Probably not. Not here, not now.
When they closed out the prayer Dream hastily zipped up his jeans before George's parents' eyes opened.
George just grinned slyly.
Fucking brat he was.
"Later," George mouthed.
Dream wanted to cuss him out, to tell him what he did was wrong. But he just couldn't. Instead, he obediently nodded. Because they both knew there was no denying each other.
Dream wasn't sure when 'Later' referred to but he hoped it was soon.
"Well, let's eat!" Mr. Davidson exclaimed.
"George doll, I've been meaning to ask you, what happened to your lip?" George's mother asked.
Dream choked on his drink. "Oh Father, are you alright?"
Dream chuckled, wiping his chin with a napkin. "I'm fine. Just a little fluke." He motioned for Mrs. Davidson to continue with her question.
"Oh, I fell and bit my lip in the process."
Dream was a little disappointed that was the only mark he had left on the brunet. He was ashamed in himself that he hadn't left hickies and bite marks all along his collar and neck. There was no proof of George's and his night.
All he had to show their time was his busted lip, which George could easily lie about.
Dream almost wanted to humiliate him by leaving marks of his presence all over George's body. He wanted people to look at George and know that he was with someone else. That someone else got to touch him.
But then again, Dream had no idea what any of this meant.
They were only fooling around, yet that didn't stop the possessiveness that accumulated in Dream's stomach.
Dream met George's eyes and when they looked into the other's they couldn't help the little chuckle that followed it.
George's parents eyed them for a moment, the both of them confused.
"It seems you two get along well." Both of them calmed their giggles and looked over at the married couple. "Seems like you two could almost be friends," His mother said softly as she thought about the idea.
Her son and a priest as friends seemed to be a good thing to come out of this.
Dream and George exchanged a look. "Maybe," George said softly then began to poke at his food with his fork.
Dream's giddy smile fell as he began to do the same.
George wasn't new to this. This wasn't his first time fooling around with someone. For Dream, this was entirely different. And to be completely honest, he had meant something to him. This experience meant something to him.
But to George, it was nothing but having some fun.
Dream was a fool to have done this.
But he just couldn't imagine stopping either. The idea was unthinkable, it felt so good. This sin was too sweet to ignore. George was an undeniable sin. When Dream looked at George again as he took a bite of his lamb. George looked gorgeous in the lighting of the dining room.
The antique chandelier that hung from the ceiling gave off a sunset yellow light. It highlighted his cheekbones and made his deep brown eyes sparkle. George felt his stare and when he looked up at him, the brunet smiled. Pearly teeth framed by rosy lips. He looked so pretty in the lighting of dinner.
Dream hoped he would be able to see it again soon.
They continued dinner in peace. The four of them exchanged light banter and light-hearted jokes. They talked of their schooling before their time now. George told Dream about his college life and what he was majoring in.
"What middle school did you go to?" George asked curiously as he cut his lamb into chewable pieces.
"The same one for the parish I'm in now. St. Augustine." Dream said it as if it were obvious.
George was shocked, "Wait, really? I went there too." George set down his fork and turned in his seat toward Dream completely. "Hold on, how old are you?"
Again, Dream answered like it was obvious. "Twenty-two..."
"Oh my, you were in the grade below me," George said with a chuckle.
"I had no idea." Dream said, he was smiling though, like he had remembered something George didn't. George wasn't going to ask about it, not at the dinner table.
So when dinner ceased and it was up to George to clean up, Dream stayed a few moments after to help.
His parents rested in the living room and Dream watched as George was elbow deep into suds and sink water.
"What was with that smile you had in there? When I mentioned us going to the same school?"
"Nothing." Dream said as he stopped himself from walking over and hugging George from behind. It was an urge he wasn't quite sure the cause of.
"Come on, now I'm curious." Dream had yet to experience a casual conversation between them. The times they had met had been only sexual tension. Now it was tension mixed in with small talk.
Dream sort of enjoyed it.
This easy-going atmosphere mixed with this lustful pleasure was all new to him. It was nice.
He wondered if this is what it felt like to be in a romantic relationship.
"Well..." Dream pondered for a moment, trying to collect his words. "You see, I've always known I liked boys..." Dream took a break and braced himself against the counter. "Even when I tried to deny it."
George was still washing the dishes but gave Dream his ears. "Mhm,"
"There was this boy in the class above me, I was in third grade at the time." Dream hadn't told anyone about this, about the boy that had made him realize how he felt. Even though he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "One day at recess there was this brunet on the swings, and I remember seeing him and thinking: He's the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
George stopped for a moment, his curiosity winning against his chores. "What happened?"
"Well, when I looked at him I noticed one peculiar thing about him. He was swinging so high it looked like he was flying." Dream chuckled at the fond and adorable memory. "And when I looked down at his feet, I noticed that his shoelaces were not tied. There nearly ten feet off the ground, his laces were flapping in the wind."
George smiled.
"And for almost two years I never once saw him have his laces tied. When did you learn to tie your laces, George?"
George flushed and then smiled. "Not until the end of fifth grade. A boy in the grade below me had to teach me."
"And you know what I finally got the courage to do at the end of fourth grade? I walked up to him and tied his laces. Because I truly couldn't believe that someone couldn't. So, I taught him."
George's eyes were wide with surprise, yet they were swimming with reminiscence. Because the memory just resurfaced, how that little blond boy from the fourth-grade class came up to him so angrily, forced him in on a bench, and showed him bunny ears.
"You taught me to tie my laces."
"I did." Dream said as he took the hand towel from beside the sink, pulled George to him by his wrists, and dried his now pruny delicate fingers. Then his hands and his arms. And now George was able to wrap his arms around Dream's neck.
He prayed that his parents wouldn't walk in but there was also no way he was going to pull away either.
"It's funny how we are here now, after so long we were brought here."
Dream didn't waste a second, he hungrily kissed the blond. His tongue searched the crevices of George's mouth. If he wanted, he could count the brunet's teeth.
George whimpered at the feeling. But he pulled away and brushed the blond's face.
"Come back tonight," George whispered. "But for now, let me walk you out... We'll finish what we started, I promise."
Dream smiled and he let George walk him to the door. And though they couldn't kiss goodbye because of George's parents being there. They wanted to.
They wanted to kiss and hold each other, and not just for sex.
Both of them wanted it.
But both of them were scared to admit it to the other.
...
It was nearly two in the morning when George heard a little tap on his window. His parents were fast asleep and he was currently laying in bed with a novel in his hands.
George got up quietly, careful not to make the old house's boards creak. He opened the window carefully and was met with a blond sitting in the tree a few feet away from him.
"Hm, I'm disappointed, thought you were going to use pebbles."
"Sorry, couldn't find any," Dream said as he crawled through the window. He was in casual clothes. A pair of sweats and a gray sweatshirt. For being such a non-attractive outfit, he looked well... Attractive.
Dream did a little stretch, he brought his arms up above his head. While doing so, his shirt hiked up and George caught sight of a patch of hair along his V-line. His sweats were dangerously low.
"Damn, climbing trees is more difficult than I remembered." Dream said as he walked over to George and grabbed him by the elbows and pulled him close to himself. Seeing Dream this natural was something else, it was a little different. But George didn't care, because Dream was here and that was what mattered at the moment.
"George, what is this to you?"
George thought for a moment. He didn't want to ruin this, so he gave him a vague answer. "It can be whatever you want. I don't mind." George said as he brushed Dream's jaw with his thumb.
"I'm not sure what I want this to be. I've never done anything like this before."
George ran his hands down Dream's arm. "And I will guide you."
"I think... This is merely an experiment."
George tried to avoid the pang of hurt that pulsed through him.
"Okay." George agreed. And he kissed the blond. He tried to turn that little ache in his chest into lust and he did. He was able to bring his hands up to Dream's body and run them all along it.
He let his fingers trail to Dream's waistband and he pulled him close to him. Already feeling Dream's hard on.
"It was cruel of you to do what you did earlier. To mess with me like that."
"Oh but the look on your face was so pleasuring. It was so good to see that look of shock and lust on your face. To know that I made you feel good."
Dream tried to deny that he wanted more. That he wanted to call George his. That he wanted this to be all of the time. But it was wrong, this was all wrong of him. He was disgusted with himself, his father would be disgusted with him.
This couldn't progress, could it?
But God did he want it to.
"Please just touch me." Dream whispered into George's ear. "All I could think about since I left was you. About your hands and your lips." Dream bit George's earlobe and licked along the brunet's jaw.
Dream slipped George's shirt over his head and began to kiss his neck and chest.
George moaned and Dream's gaze immediately went to George's bedroom door.
"They won't hear us."
"How do you know?"
"I just do. I've had people in here before." George met his eyes. "They won't hear us."
Dream pulled back. "What?" Dream hovered over the brunet, his hands cupping George's face. "You've had people in here before?"
"You aren't allowed to be jealous. This is just you experimenting, or that's what you said..."
Dream clenched his jaw tightly. "I think we both knew that was a lie." Dream let his mouth drift to George's collar bone. He placed soft kisses along his neck and his bare shoulder. "You taste like candy. Like cherry with a mix of lemon." Dream spoke against his skin. His lips brushed over the sensitive area. "You're sweet and sour. Just like your words. They can be delicate and warm, they can make you tingle yet when you want them to be, they are sour and tangy. Every word you say I cling onto, every movement you make. All in all, everything you do is compelling "
"Are you saying you don't want me to be an experiment anymore?" George asked with a coy smile, his breath hitched when Dream bit down on George's tender nape.
"I want you, George. All of you. I don't want anyone else to touch you, or kiss you. You are mine." Dream peered down at the bruises he had created on George's neck. "And if anyone ever does, I will ensure there is always proof of me on you. I will mark you and kiss you. I will make you feel so good you won't want anyone else."
Dream looked from George's lips to his eyes. "Understood?"
George nodded. "I don't want anyone else. I want you." George pulled Dream closer to him by his waist. The friction made Dream gasp.
For having so much talk, he let himself forget he had never been touched like this by anyone other than George. This was all new to him.
George grinned, "Though, there is something in particular I want." Dream waited for it expectantly. What? What did he want?
"I want you to fuck me."
George could see the slight amount of panic in Dream's eyes. George brushed the blond's cheek. "Is that okay? Or do you want to take it slower?"
"No, please, I want this." Dream said as he brushed his lips against the skin of George's ear. "Just show me how."
George smiled and led Dream over to the bed. He pulled him closer to him by the drawstrings of Dream's sweatpants. "Come here," George pulled him down onto the bed with George. Dream hovered over him and began to fiddle with George's zipper. He slid the brunet's pants off of him, leaving George in only his boxers.
"Show me with your own fingers. Show me how you want to be touched."
George's eyes widened slightly but then smiled. "Okay," George pulled the sweatshirt over his head and slipped his boxers off his legs slowly. Almost as if he were taunting the blond with his achingly slow actions. George braced himself against the headboard and Dream watched from the foot of the bed only a mere few feet away.
Dream watched with vicious intent, he gulped and his eyes never left George's body. He watched as George's fingers drifted down to the tip of his own cock and then to his entrance.
"Suck them for me, love, will you?" George asked as he pushed his fingers closer to the blond.
Dream nodded silently and sucked the brunet's fingers. He had taken note of George's nicely manicured nails before he did so, he wanted those pretty nails digging into his back and his shoulders.
Dream coated George's fingers with his saliva. He sucked, savouring the taste of George's skin.
"Good job, baby. You did so good," when they were good enough, Dream let go and a string of saliva connected the now lubed up fingers and his tongue.
Dream's stomach flipped and flopped at the praise. His eyes were dim as he leaned in close, "I like that. When you tell me I'm good." Dream said it as if he were embarrassed. His cheeks dusted pink and his eyes avoided George's gaze.
George kissed the blond's cheek. "That's okay. I'll do it more if you like it."
George spread his legs open giving Dream all sight access to the burner. George inched his fingers down to his entrance. He slowly inserted his forefinger inside of himself. He threw his head back at the feeling.
Dream watched like there was nothing else in the world. He watched as George's chest rose and fell with more vigor than before. He stared as George's face turned pink and as his eyes became too dilated to tell they were the soft coffee brown they were.
Dream could hardly breathe, he was so entranced in this scene before him to do so. Besides, he didn't need anything else in the world besides the sight of George.
Breath? He didn't need it, George gave Dream the air he needed for life instead.
George added another finger and he whined at the feeling.
He fucking whined.
And the sound was like music. Like a fucking symphony.
George scissored himself. He stretched his hole, he moaned and cried out.
"Oh Dream. Yes." George whined out. And Dream could feel his cock twitch in his pants.
Was he imagining it was Dream's fingers instead? Was he wishing that it was Dream's calloused fingertips that brushed his prostate?
In short, yes he was.
"Oh fuck. Dream." George writhed at the feeling he was giving himself. He arched his back and wiggled trying to experience all the pleasure he could.
He sped up and added a third finger. And Dream was frozen. He watched as George touched himself and he listened as he called out Dream's name.
"Oh fuck, Gorgeous." The nickname had slipped out of George's mouth unexpectedly.
George's eyes blew wide and he looked at Dream. The blond's face was painted with surprise.
Dream hadn't expected that.
And he surely hadn't expected to like it.
"I uhm, I'm sorry. That slipped out." George tried to ration. Such a simple pet name, yet both of them were red with flusteredness.
Dream's face was dusted with pink that bloomed across his cheeks and his nose. All the way from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.
"Don't be sorry." Dream said as he crawled over to him. His hands dug into the duvet on either side of the brunet. "I liked it." He kissed George again this time sloppy and unrefined. Tongue against tongue and it was a mess. Saliva dripped down George's chin but he didn't care because it felt so good.
Dream pulled away and eyed the sight before him. Swollen and spit-covered lips.
Dream noticed the little bruise that had begun to heal.
He wanted to give George so many more bruises. So many more other things he wanted to mark him with.
So he kissed him again. Both of them were short of breath but neither cared. And yet again, he bit George's lip in the same place that he had before.
But he didn't pull away to look. Instead, he continued to kiss George. He could taste George's blood on his tongue.
For George, the kiss stung but the pain was pleasurable. His lips tingled with a sting that he couldn't explain the pleasure of.
But George's pain was soothed as Dream brushed his tongue over the area of pain.
Dream pulled back, his voice hoarse and low.
"Now, finish what you started. I want to see you cum by your own fingers. Fuck yourself for me."
So George kept going. And by the time he had four fingers inside of himself, he was a moaning mess. It wasn't usually like this, he wasn't able to ever make himself feel this good.
But with Dream sitting there staring at him like he was seconds away from devouring George, it felt better. To know that those gorgeous green eyes were focused on George and George alone, was... was... gratifying. It made George feel everything like it was x100.
To know that Dream was hard because he was looking at him.
It felt better because he imagined it was Dream. He wished that it was.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it. Make yourself cum." Dream ordered. So George obeyed, he moved faster and deeper he let himself reach his peak amount of satisfaction.
Hot white cum shot onto George's chest and stomach. Some even rested between George's thighs.
Dream eyed it. He couldn't help himself, he wondered what it tasted like.
"May I?" Dream asked. George wasn't quite sure what he was referring to but he nodded regardless.
Dream grinned and lowered himself to George's stomach and abdomen. He let his tongue glide over the delicate skin as he licked up all of the cum.
It was salty yet addicting. It was only that because it was George's.
He licked his stomach and his chest, he let his tongue drift across the sensitive skin of George's thighs.
George gasped at the pleasure. Despite just having his orgasm, the older man was already growing hard again.
"Fuck, just like that, Gorgeous," George said roughly. He whined when Dream's breath drifted away from George's cock.
Dream pulled back and smiled. "What do you want?" Dream asked, thinking he was coy.
"I..." George thought for a moment. There was so much he wanted so much he ached for.
George looked at Dream's lips and grinned. He wanted his lips all over him. George wanted him to be the only thing Dream cared about at this moment.
"I want you to worship me," George said as he peered at Dream. "Get on your knees and worship me" He pushed Dream down to his knees on the side of the bed and tilted his chin up to him.
And Dream obeyed.
And he treated George as if he were heavenly. He fucking worshipped him with this tongue and his lips. With his words and his eyes.
He looked at him like he was made in the image of God.
Because with his beauty, there was no way he fucking wasn't.
He gladly sucked off the brunet. He let George tighten his hands in his hair and let him dig his fingernails into his scalp.
"Fuck sweetheart, you are so good at that. Yes. Such a perfect little mouth."
Dream took George fully. He let George fuck his mouth until it felt as if his lips were raw. Until they felt worn and used.
With no warning, George came. Dream licked up every drop of the man's cum.
"Good job, Sweetheart. You did so good for me." George said as he took the man's jaw and angled it up at him. "You did so good for your first time sucking someone off. Are you ready to have your dick inside of me?" George asked in a hushed voice.
Dream practically moaned at just the thought. "Yes, please. I want to be inside of you."
"You are so polite aren't you, such a good boy." Dream's cock twitched at the idea. He had been staring and watching for so long he hadn't gotten any stimulation himself.
"I'm gonna do something, just follow my lead and do what I tell you, k?" George said as he began to take off Dream's clothes.
Even after all of that, after all he's done with George, Dream was shaking
"And if you want to stop at any point. You tell me and if words don't work, tap my shoulder three times." George said softly. His demanding demeanor washed away as he reassured Dream.
George untied the strings of Dream's sweats. "Is this okay?" George asked before he pulled them down completely.
"Y-yes." Dream said.
George inched his hands to the tent in Dream's pants. He brushed it lightly with the pads of his fingers.
Dream gasped with pleasure.
"How about that?"
"Yes. Yes, that's okay."
"Does it feel good?" George asked.
Eagerly, Dream nodded. George smiled and slipped Dream's hoodie off of him.
But George froze for a moment as he noticed a glisten on Dream's chest.
A cross dangled from Dream's neck.
George looked up at Dream in question. "Dream, are you sure you want this?"
George had only just now remembered how this started. Dream was a man of the church he vowed himself to the lord.
"You can stop. You can confess and pretend none of this ever happened. It's not to late. Do you really want this? To give up all you have worked toward, for me? For sex?"
"I've never wanted to be this." Dream said.
George wasn't quite sure what he had meant. Did he mean a man who loved men? Or a man promised to the church?
Which one did he truly not want?
"I want this here and now. I want you." Dream said softly, his nose brushing George's. George's stomach turned to static from the little gesture.
"Okay." George let his hands brush over the sterling cross and then to Dreams chest.
"I need you to lean back against the headboard," George said. Dream obeyed contently.
Both were now stripped of their clothes and on the bed. George now straddled Dream's legs and smiled.
"Are you ready?" George asked.
"I am. Are you?" George nodded with a chuckle.
George slowly lowered himself onto Dream's dick. Both moaned at the feeling.
Dream could feel George's tight walls around his cock. And George loved the feeling of being filled up by Dream.
George dug his pretty nails into Dream's shoulder. Soon enough, the long nails drew blood.
"Fuck. Just give- me a minute to get used to it." George said.
Dream nodded in understanding and kissed George's cheek and his neck. He did it all gently, almost as if he were telling him he would wait as long as he needed to. Dream was a fairly patient man, he had waited this long, a few minutes wouldn't hurt.
"Okay. I'm okay now." George began to slowly move himself up and down. At the feeling, Georges's nail marks crawled down to Dream's shoulder blades.
"Oh fuck- ah." George's moan was quiet, he hoped to try and stay quiet as they began to move faster.
"Now- Now take your hands and guide me by my hips." Dream nodded and placed his hands on George's hips and helped him ride Dream's cock.
"Oh fuck-" George's cry of pleasure was louder this time.
Dream felt as if he were in heaven. All of those years past tension was finally being released. It felt as if everything was being lifted from his shoulders.
Dream bit down onto George's shoulder to muffle his moans.
George bounced up and down on Dream's dick. He would let Dream's cock just barely stay inside of him before he slammed back down.
Dream did everything to try and conceal his moans and whimpers. He kissed George's cheek and sucked his nipples. He kissed George and moaned into the brunet's mouth.
"George-" Dream said with a pant. "God, you feel so good."
"Dream I think I'm gonna cum."
Dream too could feel himself reach his high. "Me too."
And both of them did. Dream filled George up with his cum and George let his own cum coat both of their chests.
Both of them fought for their breath.
"That was..." George said slowly.
"Amazing." Dream finished. Dream's eyes were tired and he looked up at the brunet in his lap.
There was something about George that made Dream always want him. Sometimes he wanted to fool around, and when he got it there was this other feeling in his chest he ached for.
"Are you going to make me go?" Dream asked. He truly wanted to know, because there was no doubt that Deam wanted to stay.
"Do you want to?" George asked his eyes tired and begging for sleep.
"No."
"Then stay with me," George said simply.
"I think if I stay now then I may never want to leave."
Again, George spoke as if it were simple. "Then don't." George kissed him tiredly. "Stay with me forever."
...
George and Dream sat together in the bubbly warm water. George between Dream's legs in the somewhat spacious tub in George's bathroom that branched from his room.
He let his back rest against Dream's chest. Both of them were tired, though neither of them wanted to leave.
"Dream," George said as he played with his hands wrapped around his torso.
"Hm?" Dream responded with a hum into George's neck.
"May I ask you something?"
"Of course." Dream answered.
"Earlier you said 'I never wanted to be this.' What had you meant?"
Dream shifted and thought for a moment. "Dont answer if you don't want to."
"No, I don't mind. I want to tell you." Dream took some soap and began to massage it into George's hair as he spoke.
"You see, my father was always ambitious. He had big plans set for me. And one of those plans was for me to go into the seminary. I'm not sure why he did, many parents want their children to have kids and be married. But Dad? No."
"I didn't really have much of a choice when it came to it. He made me. He told me if I didn't, I wouldn't be considered his son." Dream took in a sharp breath. "I can't even imagine how he'd react if he knew I was gay."
Dream took a glass and rinsed the soap from George's hair.
"I'm sorry, Dream. I had no idea."
"And it hurts because I am a catholic. But I never wanted that. I wanted this."
George laced his fingers through Dream's. "What will you do?"
"I want to resign. I just don't know if I can do It on my own."
"You won't." George squeezed Dream's hand.
Something that had started as so wrong and dirty turned into something so loving and genuine.
"You won't do it alone."
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Yes, there are definitely aspects of this fic that WOULD NOT HAPPEN in a real-life church, obviously.
Also, I came up with this idea during Mass ;-; I need jesus for real. I need prayer. I need to confess my sins to the Lord. I am going to hell.
But it's worth it.
Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing