Of Faith and Doubt

7.

Rain was pouring down like a thick, wet wall. Raining cats and dogs, thought Matthew, looking at the grayness through the door of his little church. Leaving the door ajar, he walked inside, hoping he wouldn\'t be called away for emergencies that day. He looked up when the heavy wood fell into its slot. Randy had ran inside, and was now shaking himself like a dog.



“It\'s terrible outside!” explained the carpenter, just in case Matthew hadn\'t noticed yet. “Good morning, sexy...”



Matthew grinned at him, leaning against the altar. “Better call me vicar, demon, because you never know who\'s listening in this place.”



“Are we alone?”



“Yes, lucky we are. Hello, handsome...” Matthew didn\'t move aside when his friend walked up close to him. He grabbed the man\'s arms when he kissed him, and pulled him tight against him. “Mm. Oh dear. Are we going to say hello like this every day, from now on?”



“We could,” smiled Randy, winking at him. “Would you like that?”



“You have no idea what I would like,” said the vicar, but then he noticed Randy\'s look. “Discard that; you know exactly what I would like,” he said with a shy chuckle. “Oh...” He gasped when Randy\'s hands found his butt again, pinching him possessively through his thick habit. “God is watching,” he muttered, hardly convincingly.



“Such a pervert,” joked Randy with another wink. “C\'mon, I want to see if I repaired your roof well enough. This is a perfect test.”



This time, Matthew had no trouble going into the dark, narrow passage with the carpenter. He followed quickly, throwing a glance at the suffering statue on the cross. In the cold corridor, he stood close against Randy\'s back, placing his hands on his shoulders. “You did a good job,” he said, looking up. “No leaking.”



“Not up there, no.” Randy turned, and wrapped his arms around Matthew\'s waist. “But I have a problem ever since you left me, yesterday.”



“What problem?” Matthew blinked, trying to understand. Randy pushed his hips forward, and he gasped again. “You\'re... Oh, dear.” He swallowed with difficulty. “You\'re hard...”



“Rock hard,” nodded Randy. “And it\'s your fault, so you better cure me, sexy.”



Matthew protested when he was pulled in a firm embrace. “Randy!” he whispered urgently. “What are you doing?”



“You didn\'t think we would have a platonic relation, did you, vicar?” With one hand kneading Matthew\'s butt, Randy\'s other hand crept forward, to open a few buttons. “You\'re simply irresistible, beautiful.”



He knew better than to yell, but Matthew squirmed in the grip to stop him. His habit was open from the waist down before he knew it. He was wearing decent shorts, but he didn\'t look so decent anymore. Hastily, he tried to cover his betraying front. “Not here!”



“Mm. Not here, eh? That sounds good enough for me,” laughed Randy. “But I\'m not convinced, sexy... Just look at you. You\'re simply dying to be touched by me. What did you think, holy man? Did you expect me to keep my hands to myself, because we\'re in a church? I could do you anywhere. This place is as good as any other.”



No it wasn\'t, but Matthew didn\'t try to stop him too harshly. They were out of view from anyone, if someone dared to come to the church in weather like that. Matthew knew no one would be there as long as it rained. When Randy pulled his habit open again, he pressed his back against the wall, but he didn\'t force him to stop. He buried his hands in the man\'s hair and kissed him back with passion, spreading his legs when the hips were pushed against him. He trembled in anticipation, and his knees buckled when the rough hands slid up into the legs of his shorts. This came remarkably close to his dream, he suddenly realized.



“You\'re hot, hm? I can so clearly feel how much you want it...” Randy whispered huskily in Matthew\'s ear, making him shiver delightedly. His hands crept up, slipping behind the waistband. Slowly, he pushed the shorts down the slender hips, revealing the arousal.



Matthew groaned when he felt the cold air on his hot hips. Randy knelt down, breathing against his skin, brushing his lips over his eager arousal towards the tip. The young vicar couldn\'t resist to look at him, and laughed softly. “Kneel before me,” he whispered. “Worship me, my friend...”



Randy smiled up at him. “I\'m not going to worship you,” he whispered back, his breath tickling the purple head. He flicked out his tongue, touching the little hole, licking up a small drop of clear precome. “I\'m going to make love to you... That\'s a whole different story.” Having said that, he lowered his head, and slowly took Matthew\'s cock in his mouth.



Matthew nearly fainted. His hands shot to Randy\'s head, fingers clawing in his hair. “Oh Lord,” he groaned desperately. “Yes...”He spread his legs some more, unrestricted by shorts or habit, and pushed his hips forward to slide deeper between Randy\'s lips. He moved on pure instinct, driven by ancient desire for pleasure. His hands slapped against the rough wall when his lover fondled his testicles, desperately trying to stay upright. His legs failed on him as the strong fingers slid between his butt cheeks. Randy let him slide to the ground, and bent over him to continue.



Covering his face with his hands, Matthew squirmed on the cold, hard stone floor. Soft cries, muffled against the palms, escaped him as Randy sucked him with studious determination. He spread his legs even wider, and uttered another scream when he felt the soft rubbing against his anus. The word \'sin\' tried to force its way up into his mind, but it was easily overpowered as a finger slipped through his virgin muscle, working its way deeply into his rectum. An amazing bolt of pleasure made him arch up with a loud yell, carrying Randy\'s name, and he came completely unexpectedly. Randy swallowed every drop, sucking until there was nothing left in him.



The finger was still playing around in his rectum, as Randy kiss him. “Nice?”



“Marvelous,” groaned Matthew. “Stop fondling there,” he pleaded, moving his hips up and down. “Oh...”



“I\'m not going to quit now,” smiled the carpenter, leaning down again. He spread Matthew\'s legs some more, sliding his tongue along the notch. Meanwhile, he opened his pants, to release his throbbing erection. He began to stroke himself while he licked along his probing finger. He moved easier. “Keep moving those sexy hips, Matt. I like to watch you squirm, while I jerk off on you.”



Matthew could barely believe his ears, or his eyes when he managed to open them. Randy was stroking himself, kneeled between his legs, looking at him with pure lust in his eyes. “Do it,” hissed Matthew, while he knew he had to stop him. “Mm... I want to see it!”

Did he talk dirty now? The vicar was amazed by himself, and he could feel his heated blush. He couldn\'t care though, not when he watched the pumping hand, and he squirmed as Randy had requested when the finger found that special spot inside his rectum again. “Randy...!”



“Yes, say me name... Say my name, sexy! Ah, damn!”



“Randy! Do it!” Matthew\'s voice echoed between the walls, overpowered by Randy\'s delighted cry. The thick squirts landed on his exposed front and between his legs, feeling hot on his skin. The finger still pushed deeply inside of him, until Randy relaxed. Slowly, he drew back, and he stuck it in his mouth. Matthew\'s chest raised with every deep breath. Looking down on the wet spots on his body, he picked some of it up on a finger, and also stuck it in his mouth. Randy groaned at the sight. It tasted new, and remarkably pleasant.



“You are so sexy, vicar...” Randy almost sounded accusingly. Crawling up, he fell down next to him, and took him between his arms to kiss him. “Do you hate me now?”



“Never,” sighed Matthew with a smile. “I think I even love you, if I could ever know how that feels.”



“I know how it feels,” said Randy. His voice was warm, and a little tired. “I know I love you. Delicious little vicar, you...”



Still ignoring the hard floor, Matthew pulled him close to return the hot kiss, sucking the tongue for minutes. “Shall we go to your place?” he asked, lips barely leaving Randy\'s. “I think I\'d like to have some more of this...”



“What a great idea. The weather is far too bad to do anything. Staying inside a warm house, undressing you in front of the fire, sounds like a perfect plan to me.” He helped Matthew up, and fixed their clothes.



Matthew didn\'t bother to pull his shorts back on. He used them to clean himself up, and tucked them in his pocket. “Let\'s hurry,” he grinned. “I feel something growing again...”



They hurried, running through the wet, deserted streets to Randy\'s house. There, they would pull off their wet clothes, to spend a whole day together, exploring and experiencing. The church would be empty, that day.



-end (for now :)-