Page 14 of Thots and Prayers

I was growing bored with it all until Kansas and Eisley made their appearance. They’d sat in the back and I watched as Eisley calmed down a panicking Kansas by jerking him off in public. Anyone could have seen, but as I was leading the congregation, ordering them to look ahead and not back, I was the only one to watch. I was hard the entire time.

Light peeked through the curtains, and I looked up from my papers and at the alarm clock near the bed. I stood and stretched, wondering if the creepy motel owner or his mother put out coffee in the lobby. I left the room quietly, letting Kansas and Eisley sleep, to hunt for a donut or a banana.

The office was open, and Mitch was inside, smiling and whistling, as if he’d been up for hours. “Good morning, Father Duvall! It’s early.”

“Do you have coffee?” I asked.

“Coffee?” His brow furrowed. “I didn’t know priests could have caffeine.”

I rolled my eyes. “We can indulge a little, Mitch. Now please, may I have a cup? I smell it coming from somewhere.”

He didn’t seem happy about it, but he nodded, and left the room, returning a moment later with a ceramic mug. “Mother doesn’t like Styrofoam.”

I thanked him and looked around. Off to the side was a small lounge area, with a TV and couch. It was playing the local news. I went to it and sat down to sip my coffee. Mitch, uninvited, joined me.

“You look tired. Did you not sleep well, Father?” He sat on the arm of the couch and folded his hands in his lap.

“I have to plan daily mass for you guys while I’m here. It’s a bit hard to focus. I stayed up last night to do so.”

“Hmm...” Mitch thought for a moment. “Would it make it easier if you had your own room? I saw your friends, and they are a bit loud. Plus, you could have your own bed. Or is sleeping on the floor a penance?”

I blinked. It was far too early for this shit.

“It’s… I don’t need my own room, Mitch.”

He stood quickly, ignoring me. “No, I insist. Especially after last night’s sermon. I wish to be more caring to those who need help.” He hurried behind his desk and pulled a key off the wall. “You can have the room that adjoins theirs. That way, you can rest in peace and still watch over them to make sure they don’t get into trouble.”

“Trouble?” I smirked. It wasn’t Eisley and Kansas they had to worry about. Both of them could control themselves most of the time. Other than our monthly blood lust, they didn’t need to kill like I did. And right now, I had the strongest urge to kill Mitch. He handed me the second key and sat with a smile beside me.

“Yes, I heard that you were taking them on your travels in hopes that they’d repent from their wickedness and become children of god. If you need any help, I’m more than happy to step in. Mother can handle the motel.”

I sipped my coffee and focused on the TV. Could I use him for anything? “Mitch, where is all the communion wine?” I’d noticed that all they had was sparkling grape juice.

“Oh, we don’t use alcohol. Most places don’t even sell it here, well, except for the liquor store, but no one really goes there.”

I fought back a laugh. Everyone in this town was full of themselves.

“Well, I’ve always used wine. I think I might pick some up. Have you ever had wine, Mitch?”

Mitch’s face grew flushed. “Well, I mean, once or twice. Sometimes, Mother likes it with dinner. But never to a point where I can’t handle myself.”

“Maybe you should sometimes,” I observed. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

“Fun? Like what?”

“Well, there are some pretty girls at church. Have you dated any of them?”

“Mother says?—”

“Your mother needs to relax and let you date. Mitch, have you had sex?” I finished my coffee and leaned back, putting my arm up around the couch.

“I’m not married,” he answered curtly.

“Does your priest that has fallen ill teach you to stay a virgin until marriage?”

“Don’t you?” he shot back, defensively.

I shook my head. “The idea of a person being pure simply because of human desire is absurd to me. As long as you and your partner are consenting, sex is a healthy part of adult life. You should be having sex,” I said, making it clear where I stood. At least, in this role. A little consensual non consent, or even dubious consent, was fun every once in a while.

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