A/N: Okay, this is the first time I'm posting a fic to and it just happens to be from a musical in which I've never even seen (but I think I might'v gotten the characters down through just their descriptions (hopefully)). But, if there's anything wrong, could you please point it out to me? That would be lovely!
"Never turn it off," Connor whispered into the man's ear as his hands creeped lower and lower to the taller boy's waist. The hot red room enveloping the two.
"Never," replied the brunette, gasping for air as the shorter red-head put the tips of his fingers past the waistband of younger boy's pants.
Kevin gasped for air as he snapped up in bed. He was sweaty. Sure, he'd gotten used to his "spooky Mormon Hell dreams". It was just the man usually in them that he hadn't gotten used to yet.
Kevin slung his legs over the side of the bed and ran his hand through his wet hair. He slowly and carefully stood up, his back aching from the cheap beds the missionaries were forced to sleep on and trying not to wake his mission companion, Elder Arnold Cunningham. Only one more week. He thought to himself.
After a moment of thinking about what to do next, he decided to take a shower. He grabbed another pair of garments of holy priesthood, a fresh towel, and his regulation white shirt and black pants.
As he stalked off to the washroom, he looked out a window he passed by. By the looks of it, it wasn't too early. He let out another yawn and continued to the washroom.
He opened the door and one of the showers was already running. It's not usual for any of the Elders to be awake at this hour...
Kevin shrugged it off and set his stuff on a bench. With curiosity, he walked over to the other pile of clothes and tried to find a name tag. He probably shouldn't have let curiosity get to him.
Kevin was stuck with three things he could do: A) run out right now and wait to take a shower later, B) just ignore it and take a shower, or the one that he wanted to do most, C) figure out a way to hook up with the Elder.
But he's still on his mission and being gay is wrong and he still had the nasty sweaty feeling. Option B it is.
The bathroom was filled with the other Elder's humming and it made Kevin's head go blurry with the idea of the Elder humming and moaning when they would-
Turn. It. Off.
Kevin stepped into his shower area and stripped off his undergarments. He turned the shower on to full-blast hot (which in Uganda, isn't that hot). He let out arelievedsigh as warm water rushed shown his skin. When he put his head under the water, so that it wasn't making loud slopping sounds on the tiled floor, he could hear the other Elder again. He was singing now. And his voice was gorgeous. Kevin stayed there, his heart stopped as the Elder held a note for at least a minute straight. Kevin gasped for air as if he'd just held that note.
Kevin hurried up with cleaning himself up. When he shut off the water and reached for his towel, he realized something. My towel... Kevin started to panic. He heard the other Elder still in the room.
"Uhh... Elder- Elder McKinley?" The still early cold African air was starting to get to him.
"Elder Price?" A high voice asked in return, "what is it?"
God, Kevin loved his voice, "turn it off, Kevin!" he whispered to himself.
"Excuse me?" Elder McKinley nicely asked.
"Oh! Nothing!" Kevin internally cursed himself, "what I was going to ask was, could you grab my towel for me? I seem to have left it on the bench."
After a little while of silence the Elder replied, "yeah! Sure!" a couple of seconds later there was a tap on the stall door. Kevin opened it up just enough so that his craning neck could fit through. And there he was. Connor McKinley. Twenty-two, red hair, piercing blue eyes, and just a towel wrapped around his waist.
As Kevin's eyes devoured every part of the Elder's body as he could in the short amount of time it took to grab the towel and say thanks, his breath became completely taken away. He had just the amount of muscle that Kevin liked. Or thought he'd like. Connor was the first boy he'd liked. And he liked him even more than he'd ever liked a girl. Gosh, Kevin! Stop it! Gay is bad! Gay is bad!
He finished drying himself off and walked out. Connor was nowhere to be seen. Kevin sighed in relief and grabbed his clothes and went into a changing stall. He slipped on his clothes and walked out again and there was Elder McKinley, finishing drying his hair.
Kevin awkwardly stepped next to him in front of a mirror, fixing his own hair.
"One more week, Elder Price... Can you believe that?" Connor said as he ran a comb through his hair, looking at Kevin though the mirror.
Kevin brushed through his own hair and looked down (still though the mirror) at the shorter man, "I can't actually. So much has happened here... And I've found out so much about myself," he felt butterflies flutter through his stomach.
Connor laughed, "so have I, Elder Price," he replied, flashing the perfect "Mormon smile" at Kevin.
Christ, you're adorable.
They were silent for a while longer as they fixed themselves to get ready for the day. They'd (the Elders of District 9 (Arnold and Kevin)) already baptized the majority of Africans in Uganda. There really was no reason to still be there. But, hey. It gave Kevin more time to be around Connor.
"So, Elder, what are your plans after the mission? I'm moving to Florida, probably. I've heard they have some pretty fun job offerings there."
Kevin perked up, "did you say, Florida? Did you know that my favorite place in the whole world is Orlando?" Kevin asked, beaming at Connor.
Connor grinned back up at him, "is it now?"
A/N: And there it is. I don't really have a beta... My beta is just kinda my personal friend who doesn't really read fan fiction. But I would love reviews if you would take your time (I'd be surprised if anyone actually took their time reading this). Thank you!