"Well, um, I turned 19 three months ago, graduated high school, shockingly not valedictorian, and recently walked door to door to share the word of Christ." Steve chuckled at Connor's statement. He couldn't help but join the laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Just the way you said it, so casually. 'Yes, today I had fun talking about Jesus to random strangers'. Ha ha ha." Steve laughed even harder. Connor laughed too, not taking the comment too personal.

"Well, I'm sorry if talking about a guy who lived hundreds of years ago isn't on you agenda, but it is in my Mormon schedule." Connor played along.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You're a moron." Steve said as he put a cigarette to his mouth. "You want one?" Steve offered, handing the box of cigarettes to him.

"No thank you and it's Mormon, by the way." Connor corrected him as he placed the carton and his cup neatly on the table.

"Same thing to me. He he. Don't you gotta go on a mission or something?" Steve joked as he lit his cig. Connor gave him an un-amused face, but couldn't hold it for long. Just as Connor was going to say something about how he didn't know his mission location or companion yet, he was stopped by the sight in front of him. Steve calmly took out his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke, slowly and sexy. Connor McKinley! Sweat from his forehead dripped down to his cheek, neck, then onto his chest. It landed in his slight chest hair. Following the trail of blonde hair, Connor's gaze went lower and lower, until it met with Steve's belt buckle. He could see the bulge in the front of his pants, and it made his hands wet and clammy. He gripped the couch cushions, going light-headed just by the thought of what it looks like. CONNOR MCKINLEY!

Steve inhaled his cig again and turned to Connor. He caught the Elder staring at his jeans, eyes full of awe. A sly grin formed on his face as he wondered how long Connor had been looking. Steve cleared his throat to catch his friend's attention. As he snapped out of the lusty hallucination, Connor blushed hard and looked around the room. There was no way he would look directly at Steve after the thoughts he was just having. "Um, I'm sorry. What was your question?" Connor asked as he sipped from the measuring cup.

"I said, don't you go on a mission or something?" Steve repeated.

"Yeah. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going yet though. I'm getting my mission companion and location at the Mission Center come Monday."

"You excited?" Steve asked as he inhaled again.

"Very. I can't wait to go out and do something, ya know?"

"Uh-huh. Just to get out of this shit hole would make me jump with joy."

"Well then, maybe I can ask the Mission President if I could sneak you into my luggage." Connor joked.

"Yeah, let's hope. How long are you gone for?"

"Two years."

"Holy shit! When are you leaving again?"

"The seventeenth."

"That's like five days from now."

"It's three days, actually." Connor chuckled.

"Oh, right." Steve snickered quietly at how dumb he must have sounded. "I'm gonna miss ya. It sucks that we only met today. I wish we had more time together."

"Yeah. Me too." Connor agreed. He stared at Steve, admiring how his innocent 11-year old face evolved into a mature one. One that made McKinley's knees feel weak. CONNOR! Steve blew out another puff of smoke, and then crushed his cigarette into the tray. He took a big chug of his green beverage which resulted in some of it missing his mouth. The fuzzy liquid rolled down his chin and trailed his Adam's apple. Steve licked his lips to savor the leftover flavor. Connor did too, but for another reason. Steve felt McKinley's eyes on him. He turned to his friend and looked him deep in the eyes. Connor tried to look away, but this time something was different. He was held by Steve's look, unable to look at anything else.

"Then maybe, we should make the most of today." Steve suggested. With every word he spoke, he inched closer to Connor. McKinley slightly parted his lips and kept changing his focus, from Steve's eyes to his lips.

"What do you have in mind?" Connor asked quietly. You know exactly what he has in mind, in his sick unholy mind! Connor stop kidding yourself before something horrible comes over yo-. Before he could finish his thought, their lips met. Connor had never kissed anyone before, but judging by his actions it seemed Steve knew what he was doing. He closed his eyes, enjoying this confusing and wonderful sensation. Steve placed his hands on the Elder's hips. The grab made him freeze, it then got to him that he should be doing something too. Having no idea what to do, Connor just held his hands awkwardly in the air. A tongue brushed over his bottom lip, then made its way into his mouth.

People say that kissing a smoker is like licking an ash tray, but Connor couldn't disagree more. It did have a tang of what Connor guessed was smoke and beer, he didn't personally know how they tasted, but it made him more turned on. No! NO! Turn it OFF! McKinley could feel himself getting hard. It was very uncomfortable against his undergarments. Steve pushed him slowly down, resting his head on the armrest. He gently stroked Connor's cheek, placed that hand next to McKinley's head for support, then ducked down towards his face.

Connor expected the pleasing ting on his lips again, but he never received it. Instead, Steve pulled down his shirt's collar and licked Connor's neck, then began to nibble on the flesh. Unable to control himself, Connor gripped onto Steve's back and instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist. One hand clutched onto his shoulder and the other combined his blonde hair, and once in a while pulled it. Connor was becoming light-headed again. During a Hell Dream, this would be the time when fingers grew claws and skin turned into, literally, a shade of dark scarlet. But, that wasn't happening now.