Page 41 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

“Fuck me,” Priest said, and dropped his hand down to his side. “I feel like shit.”

As he pushed off the door and came to stand beside Julien, Priest caught a look at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His jeans were undone and barely hanging on to his hips, and they and his briefs were the only things that remained from last night’s little impromptu striptease.

“I look like shit too,” Priest mumbled. “Jesus, what happened?”

Julien swished his razor in the warm water, and as he brought it up to his cheek, he said, “Hurricane Valerie.” He dragged the blade through the white cream and found Priest’s eyes in the mirror. They were narrowed as though he were trying to think back.

“Ugh,” Priest said, and ran a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t remember.”

“I’m not surprised.” Julien continued shaving the left side of his face. “What’s the last thing you do remember?”

Priest braced his hands on the vanity and hung his head down. “Uh…Robert blew out his candles and you went to get us a drink, and then, yes, Valerie. She kept bringing me drinks, and I didn’t want to—”

“Be rude?” Julien asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Right. So I thought, I can have one or two, how bad could this get.”

Julien clamped his lips together but couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled out of him.

“Oh God. It got bad, didn’t it? What did I do?” Priest groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t sing.”

Julien eyed him and thought about playing with Priest, but the poor guy looked miserable enough already. “You did not sing, non.”

“But I did something else?” Priest shook his head. “What?”

“You just got a little bit…footloose.”

Priest narrowed his eyes.

“You were dancing.”

The expression on Priest’s face conveyed his confusion. He didn’t quite understand what was wrong with that. “That’s not too bad. I didn’t trip over my feet, did I?”

“Non,” Julien said. “Your feet weren’t what was moving, mon amour. You weren’t dancing dancing. You were more”—Julien put the razor down and turned to rest his hip against the vanity—“bumping and grinding. With Valerie.”

Priest’s mouth fell open, and for the first time in as long as Julien could remember, his face flamed the same color as his hair.

“You’re kidding,” Priest said, and covered his face.

“I’m not. Je suis désolé.”

Priest shook his head, but then dropped his hands down, his eyes wide. “Were Robert’s parents there? Fuck.”

Julien moved in until he was close enough to press a kiss to Priest’s naked shoulder. “No, they were inside with a few of the other…adults.” Julien chuckled. “As far as I know, you’re safe.”

“Oh God. I’m sorry,” Priest said. “Robert must be pissed.”

“I think you might be surprised.”

“Meaning?”

“Robbie’s not mad at you. Although I think Valerie might get an earful today. Plus, you made it up to him last night.” Priest frowned, and Julien grinned. “You were rather amusing once we got back up here.”

“Amusing?”

“Amusing. Amorous. Take your pick. Either way, by the time you passed out, Robbie was quite entertained.”

“Jesus,” Priest said. “I’m so ashamed of myself.”

“Don’t be. It was good to see you finally unwind and relax. Robbie feels the same. It was nice to know that you felt you could.”

“I don’t think feeling relaxed had anything to do with taking one hundred shots.”

“Oui, it did. Even if you were trying to make sure Valerie liked you, you never would’ve had a drink if you thought there was a reason to stay alert. Last night, you were finally free.”

Priest grunted. “A little too free, it seems.”

“Mhmm,” Julien said, and reached for Priest’s hand. “I was about to have a shower, and since you owe me…”

Priest ran his eyes down Julien’s naked chest to the towel at his waist. “Owe you?”

“Oui. You left me incredibly…tense last night. So why don’t you join me?”

As Julien walked back toward the small shower stall, he tugged Priest with him.

“It’s pretty tight in there,” Priest said.

Julien whipped off the towel, dropped it to the floor, and said, “Yes, it is,” before he stepped into the shower stall and turned on the spray.

Not two seconds later, he was happy to hear the rustling sounds of clothing hit the tile floor and the door opening, because while he’d been joking around out there, Priest did owe him, and Julien figured the least Priest could do was wash his…back for him.

AFTER A VERY frustrating shower, Priest and Julien dressed quietly in the room, where Robbie still slept soundly. One thing they’d learned about their princess was that it took some heavy-duty noise, a warm pair of lips, or a hard cock somewhere near him to rouse the beauty from his sleep.

But with the added aid of alcohol and excitement from last night, he would likely be out for a little while longer, which worked in their favor this morning, because Priest and Julien had something they needed to do.

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