Page 96 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
Percy, guiltily, listened in silence.
“And the next thing that happened was she kissed you. About two minutes after I told her that.” Joe took an irritated sip of his drink.
Percy wanted the Joe of a moment before, sweet and happy, and therefore he declined to tell Joe the unpleasant truth, which was that he had kissed Anna, unprompted and possibly unwelcome. It had likely shocked her as much as it had shocked Joe to walk in on, but as was Percy’s wont, he thought only of the present, nothing of the future, and therefore he let Anna take the fall for his appalling behaviour with no regard whatsoever for the consequences. “All you ever had to do was say the word and I would have been true to you from the start.”
“I didn’t know how to say it. I had never… I had never told anyone I liked them before. And I didn’t know what you’d do. I knew you liked her.”
“You knew I liked you,” Percy corrected.
“Not really, no. Not like that. There’s… There’s sleeping with someone, and there’s what I wanted. Which was more than sex.” His face lightened again. “Which was this.”
Percy curled both arms around the small portion of Joe he had within his reach. “Just this?”
“This is everything,” said Joe. “You and me. Just like this.”
Percy grinned his wicked grin. “But also me crucified?”
Joe laughed. “Only on occasion.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Would I have the loin cloth?”
Joe sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “You would not.”
“Just for a while?”
“Stop making fun of me. I’m being vulnerable and romantic and you’re being…” He searched for the appropriate word. “Percy.”
There was a half shake of the head and a delightfullyhandsome twist of the lips. “I’m not making fun of you. That’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Stop it.” He didn’t mean it, though. He was very happy for Percy to go on. And go on, Percy did.
“The thought of you in church—and you know I love you in that collar?—”
“Stop.” But it was even more half-hearted this time.
“In front of your flock, in front of God, racked with guilt, your cock straining against your pants, dripping with cum, and all because of me?”
Joe fell silent as he felt his cock firming up again.
Percy’s eyes remained hot on him. “I wonder what would have happened if I came to your lecture that day…”
“Sermon,” Joe corrected.
“And if I waited until they all left…”
Joe looked down at the bubbles, suddenly shyer than he felt he should have been.
“And if I locked the doors tight behind me…”
Joe lifted his eyes, and Percy traced the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
Percy pulled the plug. Joe watched as he cast the golden disk aside. “We’re getting out?”
“No.” The water drained, the level falling, revealing bit by bit, centimetre by centimetre, Percy’s astonishing frame rising from the bath like an idol.
“Then what…”
Percy’s eyes were dark and steadfast as he watched the heat fall over Joe’s cheeks.
