Page 19 of Malicious Desires

The mass continues and I recite the words, dreading the sermon and what the twat of a priest is going to shove down our throats with his words today. I stare absentmindedly at the crucifix on the wall. It feels like Jesus is judging me, crucifying me for what I’ve done with Reece. It’s been drummed into me my whole life that being gay–or anything other than heterosexual–is a sin. And not just a sin but a deadly sin, one so immoral that I’m going to hell and going to burn for eternity for the things I’ve done. The crazy thing is though when I’m with Reece I don’t feel like I’m sinning. The pleasure doesn’t feel like it could be a sin, doesn’t feel wrong at all.

The sermon begins, and I sink into the pew when I hear the priest mention ‘Sodom and Gomorrah.’ His words turn my insides, the bible verses he’s reading about sulphur raining down on them for their immoral acts. With each word my self loathing increases, and I can feel my skin itching as though sulphur is covering every inch of me. I need to get out of this hell. I go to stand, but my father yanks me back down, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “You will take heed of Father Michael's words, son.”

I scoff, sinking lower into the pew, hoping that a chasm will open up in the floor and swallow me whole. I’ll most likely land in hell, but honestly being there is probably what I deserve for the sins I’ve committed so far with Reece.

The rest of the mass goes by in monotony, and I rush out of the church without even a word to my father. My skin is still crawling, and I rush back to the dorms desperate to wash away the past couple of hours. If I scrub at my skin, maybe then I’ll feel clean, atoned of my sins.

Creeping into the bathroom towards the showers, I check each open cubicle to make sure no one is around. Thankfully, as it's late there isn’t another soul in here. I like showering at this hour because it's quiet.

I put my robe and clean boxers down on the bench seat, and strip off my current clothes before turning the water on.

It’s only just turned warm when I step under it, and panic hearing the door creak open. No one has come into the bathroom before at this hour. And I’m admittedly scared that I’m alone and naked with no defence. I cover myself up with my hand cupping my dick and reach out to turn off the shower but I don’t get to shut it off completely as a shadowy figure comes in and steps in the shower cubicle with me. I close my eyes, my heartbeat increasing.

I’m going to die, naked and alone.

A voice booms around me, “Why are you covering up your gorgeous body when no one is here, Jasp?” My heartbeat quickens for a completely different reason, and I open my eyes as Reece leans in, kissing my neck, biting down to bruise my skin. The sensation causes goosebumps to rise on my body, and I shiver.

Gulping, but not turning around to face him, I ask, “What are you doing here, Reece?”

Reece laughs. “I’m here to make you fall to your knees for me, Capullo.” Those words cause my dick to jolt. His teasing words and the way he uses my surname as a taunt never fail to turn me on. And I hate it.

“Not going to happen, Montserrat,” I snap back, glancing down at my hardening dick and cursing my body for its reaction to him.

“So you say, Jasper,” Reece rasps as he reaches around my body and grips my dick in his open hand, his body pressed up against my back and getting his clothes wet. “But you're already hard for me and I've barely touched you.”

“I was thinking about someone else,” I respond, trying to sound convincing but failing as my voice shakes.

“Liar.”

“Arsehole,” I bite back.

“Mmm,” Reece moans, reaching down between us and cupping my arse cheeks in his hands. Involuntarily I moan, because his forbidden touch on my skin feels amazing. “Don't touch me, Reece.”

Reece doesn't listen, however, lowering his hands until his finger finds my hole. His other hand reaches over to grab the soap and he lathers it in his hand, sliding that finger down and slipping the tip inside me, pushing in slowly and causing a moan to fall from my lips. I feel the burn of him pushing past the ring of muscle until he is knuckle deep. His finger–just one– slips in and out of my arse, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. He slips another finger inside my hole, causing slight pain as he stretches me, scissoring them apart and hitting a spot inside me that causes me to scream out, “Oh god, Reece!”

He pulls his fingers out, sliding three inside me and hitting that spot again. The pain is all but gone, all I feel is so full. “What're you doing to me?”

“Feel good, Jasp?” he questions, his voice strained, husky, and sexy. “You gonna come?”

“Yes. Oh. God. Yes. Fuck,” I moan, shooting come onto the shower cubicle wall.

I glare at the mess I just made, ashamed of myself.

“Turn around, Capullo.”

“No. I can't,” I mumble, my cheeks heating with a blush knowing he’ll see the come still dripping from my dick, even though the tiles of the shower are covered.

“Turn the fuck around,” Reece demands, squeezing my butt cheeks.

I don't move so Reece shoves me forward until I’m against the wall, and he grips my waist to spin me around, soaking his body from the water still flowing from the shower head, forcefully kissing me and stealing the breath from my lungs. His kiss is punishing, bruising my lips like he bruised my neck earlier. It feels incredible. And I hate it but want more.

He withdraws his mouth from mine before I can truly kiss him back, his forehead against mine as he questions huskily, “Did you like me finger fucking your tight hole, Capullo?”

“No. I hated it. Hate you,” I spit at him.

Reece chuckles, smirking. “You loved it, Jasper. Don't deny how fucked up you are my pretty boy.” Those words stir my insides in a fluttery way. No one has ever called me pretty. And I don’t hate it.

“I'm not yours. I'll never be yours.”

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