“Me? No. I’d be very ashamed.” David let out a raspy laugh. “But I’d let you do it anyway. I can almost feel it. Feel you in so deep you’re pressing your hips against my ass.”
Raja closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it was sweet, proper David saying those things, but he loved it. Oh, how he loved it.
“Can you lock the door?” he whispered.
“Why?” But Raja could hear footsteps in the background already.
Raja spat on his hand, and the slow jerk became all the more pleasant. “Because you’re gonna be touching yourself now.”
“But only five minutes. Ten tops.” David gasped, and Raja wished he could smell the sweat surely beading on David’s neck.
“Why? Are you gonna be dining with your family soon? They have no idea that you’re talking dirty with me right now, and when you sit with them to eat your casserole, you will still be absentminded.”
“I’m gonna feel like I still have you in me. What am I doing… So wrong. They could be back within the next half an hour.”
“Don’t think about them when you’re fucking me,” muttered Raja, pulling on his cock as he imagined David hesitantly spreading his toned legs.
“I won’t. I only think of you. Are you touching yourself?”
Raja snorted. “Yes. I’m outside, and my friends have no idea,” he said, biting back another laugh.
“I’d love to be there with you. I’d kneel in the grass and worship your dick. Is that too dirty?”
Raja imagined David in his single bed, already touching himself through his sweatpants. The way David said worship spoke of a hunger that Raja couldn’t wait to satisfy. Raspy and sweet at the same time, like a cornflake cookie. “No. I love dirty. I want to come on your face once I’m done with you. Do you also want that?”
“Y-yes… I want to feel you cum so hot on my skin.” And David said ‘cum’ just the way Raja taught him. “I want to see your cock up close when you orgasm.”
Raja started pumping his cock faster. “I want you to jerk off. Lie on your back and spread your legs.”
“Yes, are you imagining it? Wait.”
Raja heard the sound of a snapshot, and he knew exactly what was coming when he received a picture. David on his bed, with his sweatpants pulled down to his ankles. His legs spread. His cock gloriously hard and dark.
Raja cursed beneath his breath, hardly keeping his gasping at bay as he rocked his hips against his closed hand. “You’re so nasty. Showing yourself like this and jerking off for me. I fucking love it. It’s a shame it’s a bit too dark for a picture here, but my dick’s so hard for you. I’d come if I could touch it against you.”
“Where would you touch it against?” David laughed. “And for the record I only send these to you.”
Raja frowned and stalled for a moment. “Obviously.” He started pumping again, relaxing against the wall. “Your cheek. I would refuse you my dick, no matter how much you want to suck it. And I would come all over you.”
“That’s so cruel!” David moaned. “I’d have to use my fingers to lick it all up. It turned me on so much when you licked it off my neck last time…”
Raja groaned, and his mind dripped with caramel-coated fantasies of David lying under him, debauched, happy, and smeared with fresh spunk. “It’s hard work. Wait ‘til I take care of your ass. You are gonna be forever craving my dick after I’m done with it.”
“I’m sure you can do it right. I keep imagining it. I’m still a bit scared, but I’m so horny too,” David whined, and Raja could hear him rhythmically jerking off.
“We’ll get there next time we meet. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” whispered Raja, completely focused on the waves of pleasure washing over him again and again.
“You know what turns me on?” David let out a moan that went straight to Raja’s cock. “The mere idea of it. Of your big body on top of me. Riding me for your own pleasure. And I just give in. Your beard tickles me, and… gah… it’s so sexy.”
“It’s gonna happen soon. Do we have a deal?” whispered Raja as he rushed toward climax, unable to focus on anything but the hot conversation.
“Yes, I trust you. And I want it. I want you to hold me tight.” David’s voice was like a helping hand on Raja’s cock. So eager to please, so needy yet not pushy.
Raja groaned his pleasure as his cock spurted cum and his knees went soft. It was so, so good. It could only be better if he were lying in bed with David now, with the perspective of a nap in the near future.
David echoed his sentiment. “I wish I could be there now to lick it all up.” The sound of him masturbating was fervent in the background. “I’d be right there, just kneeling, and sucking on your cock until it’s soft.”
That boy was learning so fast it amazed Raja. “I think I need to call you more frequently,” he said and eventually put his cock back where it belonged.
David grunted and only panted for a while. Knowing what had just happened, Raja listened, enjoying the sound of David gasping for air. He imagined spunk dripping off David’s fist, and down to his stomach.
“Are you saying I should set up a phone sex business?” David finally murmured.
“Definitely not. I don’t wanna drain you,” said Raja, smirking to himself happily.
“True. That wouldn’t work. You make me lose it. I try to be good, and then one call from you and I’m all sticky. Do you think it’s something in my hormones? Do you think it’s easier to resist for other people?”
Raja laughed and rubbed his face. “No, it’s not. You’re just at this age when it’s hard.”
David sighed. “Good that I have a coach to guide me.”
Raja smiled, and he was glad that the bet was not in the picture anymore. That would have felt so wrong. “Happy to serve. Isn’t it time for your dinner with family? Don’t forget to think about this when you’re at the table.”
“You’re always on my mind, Raja.” It sounded both peaceful and tender.
Raja swallowed hard and looked at the clouds visible in the light of the moon. It was odd to talk so intimately with another man, but it only made sense with a guy as young as David. He wasn’t ready for the sex to just mean business, and Raja also found enjoyment in all the talking and watching movies together. It was nice. With David, even watching Bollywood was fun.
“Be a good boy tonight? I need to go back before the guys think I’ve puked my guts out and died.”
“Good night. Thanks for this. It was… wow. Send me something to wake up to in a few hours,” David asked, but then disconnected, leaving Raja with a softness in his insides that he didn’t understand. It had to be the orgasm that left him so mushy.
He found it hard to put the phone away.
Chapter 17
Once Father Peter, the parish priest, dismissed the gathering and the last song started, David got oddly melancholic. Prayer had always been a consolation, and mass a personal meeting with God, but now that the hour of contemplation was over, he was back in the clutches of his overprotective mother. He hadn’t even realized how much she was nagging, or how quiet Father was, before he moved out of their house. It was only Sunday, so he was to stay for another day, and he already felt trapped.
All he could think about was that Raja was in Detroit, and David had to decline meeting up with him because he’d already promised his parents he would stay with them until Monday. He had only nice things to say about his job, but every time he told his mother anecdotes from the Flower Crown, she kept going back to Lindell being gay, so he didn’t want to make things even worse and tell her about his not going to college. The topic would have to wait.
He took a deep breath of holy water-scented air and stood up from the bench. The sermon about the joys of married life wasn’t much to his liking either. It made him feel dirty, and living with Hunter and Asty had him increasingly sure he was not a bad person despite being gay. He just enjoyed—
David needed to stop thinking about Raja’s cum at church. There were lim
its. And now that he told himself not to think about it, of course that was all he could think of.
“David, stop slouching. You’re gonna be a hunchback by the time you’re forty if you keep doing that,” Mom said and patted David’s cheek as they exited into the sunshine outside.
Father nodded without a word and drifted off with his gaze. David was starting to think that Father wasn’t even mentally there with them half the time.
“I’ll be fine,” David groaned and put on his sunglasses. How was he to stay with them another day? When he left two months ago, he was afraid of being homesick all the time, whereas in fact, he fit right in to having a job and living with his brother.
“Maybe it’s the type of work you do, slouched over the counter as you deal with the flowers.” Mom chewed on her lip. “Are you sure this Lindell person isn’t overworking you?”
David let out a long sigh, but before he could even say anything, she butted in again.
“What’s with that kind of attitude? It’s a reasonable question.”
“No, Mom. He’s not overworking me. I learn new things all the time, and I really enjoy it.”
She would have probably continue with the onslaught of questions if they hadn’t been approached, but when David looked at who was coming their way, his heart started galloping. It was Father Joseph, along with Mrs. Fletcher, who was as deeply involved in the life of the parish as David’s mother.
Mrs. Fletcher touched Mom’s shoulder and smiled at them all. “Sorry to bother you, but could I steal Susan for a few seconds?”
David’s father smiled. “Not at all, I was about to have a chat with Father Peter anyway.”
David’s eyes went wider behind his sunglasses. Did this mean he’d be left with Father Joseph? He refused to look into the priest’s eyes, but once his family drifted away, he had no choice but to interact with the man he really didn’t want to see ever again.
“How is it going, David?” asked Father Joseph with that soft voice that no longer sounded caring and God-fearing to David’s ears. “I heard that you have a job.”
David swallowed and faked a smile as he put his hands in his pockets, trying to be as out of reach as possible. “Yes, in a flower shop. I live half an hour away by car, so I don’t come here as often as I used to.” Don’t tell him that! What if he tracks you down?
Father Joseph put his hand on David’s arm and pulled him away from the crowd streaming out of the church. “That’s not such a long drive. Why did you move out?”
Don’t touch me, don’t touch me.
“I don’t have a car, and I wanted some independence, and all that,” David mumbled.
“But it’s a shame,” said Father Joseph, leading the way toward the back of the church, with David following like an old dog that didn’t know how to disobey its master’s lead. “Your mother misses you very much, and your absence has been noticed among us priests and the other staff as well.”
“I suppose there comes a time when you have to grow up and start fending for yourself.” David was dying for this conversation to end. Why couldn’t his mother nag him now?
Father Joseph pulled him into the shadow and put both his hands on David’s shoulders, regarding him with a slight frown. “Something’s changed about you.”
“Don’t touch me,” David muttered when he finally gathered the courage, and he took off his sunglasses. He was done hiding. “A lot has changed. I’m looking for my own path now.”
Father Joseph stepped back, as if David had slapped him, but one of his hands still lingered on the uncovered skin. “Why are you so rude? All I ever did was look out for you, David.”
A wave of guilt rolled over him, and swept away his confidence. “I’m sorry, I just… These situations aren’t so easy to navigate.”
“What kind of situation are you talking about? Do you need confession?”
David rubbed his face. “I haven’t confessed my sins for a while. I don’t even know if I should do it anymore. I’ve done some things the church would consider sins, but I don’t think they’re all that bad. I haven’t hurt anyone.”
Father Joseph shook his head gently, but his eyes remained cool. “That is why it’s called a slippery slope. It’s easy to get off the right path when sin is so sweet. I’m worried about you, David.”
“I know people my age have boyfriends and girlfriends, and I bet they don’t confess everything they do together… do they?” He dared to lock his gaze with Father Joseph’s.
Father Joseph combed his hair with his hand and sighed. “If they don’t, their confession is invalid, and they are committing sacrilege. Those matters are serious, David. Please, tell me what happened. I can see it’s eating you up.”
David looked around the sunbathed trees planted around the church. “I’ve been doing some stuff with a man. With my boyfriend.” His heartbeat was so loud in his ears he could hardly think. “It’s like I can’t help myself around him.”
Father Joseph let go of David. “Is it the man your mother told me about? Your boss?”
“She told you about my boss?” David’s eyes went wide. “No! Lindell would never do anything inappropriate. It’s a friend of my brother’s.”
Father Joseph smirked, and for a moment he looked as if he wanted to spit on the ground. “A biker.”
David took a deep breath. “Well… yes, a biker. But he’s not like the stereotype everyone believes. He’s really nice.” Who was David kidding? Raja was many things. Sexy, funny, confident, cocky, dangerous, but definitely not nice. David’s mom would disapprove of Raja so hard, on so many levels, that David didn’t even want to think about it.
“David, are you joking? That man is a criminal. Biker gangs are no different from the mafia, and this one will treat you the same way they treat their women,” hissed Father Joseph. “I thought you were smarter than that!”
David took a step back only to hit his ass against the church wall. “It’s not like that. And you’re talking about my brother too. I live with him. He’s a normal person. Maybe a bit weird, but everyone has their quirks. Shouldn’t we be tolerant as Christians?”
“I’m not about to attack them, but that doesn’t mean I should accept the kind of behavior they represent. Your brother worships Satan, and you really think there is nothing bad about his lifestyle?”
David groaned. “I thought it was freaky at first, but he told me he doesn’t worship Satan. It’s just a form of expression and a philosophy. He likes metal music. It goes together. I don’t know. I only know that he doesn’t sacrifice cats, and my boyfriend isn’t a Satanist anyway.”
Father Joseph squinted and glanced toward the front of the church. They were alone. “Do you know what your parents would say if they knew?” he asked, leaning closer. His fingers ghosted over David’s hip.
“I… I imagine. But it’s my life, not theirs.” David’s breath quickened, and he wasn’t sure where this was going anymore. Was Father Joseph threatening him?
Father Joseph tickled David’s side, watching him from up close. “Of course, but you surely remember what happened when your brother made a similar decision to yours? Do you really want to be disowned by your family?”
David squirmed. “I don’t want to hurt my parents.” He didn’t want them to know he was gay either. He wished the life he had with Raja could be separate from what his parents knew about him. He had been very young when Hunter ran away from home, or rather got an ultimatum to stay true to the faith or leave for that matter, but he still remembered the sombre atmosphere at home after it happened.
Father Joseph sighed and pulled David closer. He smelled of washing powder, clean and pristine, and yet David wanted to be as far away from him as possible. “Then you will leave that man. If you need counselling about your needs, I’m there to help.”
Adrenaline filled David’s veins in a way he’d never felt it spike before, and he pushed Father Joseph back. The second he’d done so, he was ashamed of his actions, but he wouldn’t apologize either. W
hile aggressive, his reaction wasn’t unprovoked. “I will not leave him. And I don’t think I want your advice anymore, because it hasn’t been all that helpful!”
Father Joseph stumbled and looked at David with his mouth open. “You haven’t listened to any of my advice!”
“I have.” It was about time David stood his ground. Strangely enough, it felt exhilarating to finally pick a side. “You were the one to say that being with a man can be loving, and that I can be happy this way.”
“Not with this kind of man.” Father Joseph adjusted his clothes and rushed toward the front of the church.
David grumbled to himself and sat on a bench by one of the trees. At least that was the end of this, and Father Joseph would never want to speak to him again. David was fine with that.
[I miss you so much. I’m with my parents at church, and they don’t have a clue what’s going on with me. I feel so trapped.] he wrote to Raja.
His phone buzzed a moment later, but David couldn’t bring himself to look back at it when he saw three figures moving toward him. Father Joseph and his parents.
His heart stopped beating, and he quickly got up. What was this about? He gave them a faint smile, but they all descended on him like a bunch of hens looking for fresh worms.
“Are you ready to go?” he tried, but his father cut him off.
“Father Joseph insisted that we all need to talk. What is this about?”
Mom frowned, glancing between David and the priest. “Is everything all right? Is this about your future choices? Do you want to enter a seminary after all?”
David’s eyes went wide as he looked at Father Joseph. He wouldn’t! ...Would he? “N-no. I don’t know what Father Joseph might be concerned with, but anything I said to him was confidential,” he said through clenched teeth.
His parents looked at him, visibly agitated, but when David’s gaze met Father Joseph’s his stomach plummeted. He would not be escaping this, and just as he thought that, the priest answered.
Heart Ripper Page 17
