Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"Must be awkward during sex." He replied with a chortle.

Priestly flashed him a devilish smile.

"No, not really."

He laughed heartily.

"Well, then~"

"You interested?"

"In what?" He questioned stupidly.

"Seeeeeeexxxxxx." He prolonged the word unnaturally, more for his own amusement than to appear provocative. After all, that was the type of man Giles Priestly was--the kind who entertained himself.

Trevor flushed red, but he was so very pleased.

Excited, he just had to make sure they were on the same page. "You want to sleep together?!"

Priestly shrugged noncommittally.

"I'unno," he grunted.

He frowned, seeming so much less excited.

"Oh, well...okay."

The priest burst out laughing.

"Ah, were you that interested? I'm sorry!"

Trevor felt his face turn slightly red.

"Sh-shut up!"

He smirked.

"It's not that unusual--I work hard to be an attractive man, so it's natural that I get many people who want a piece of me. Perhaps..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, sending a smoldering glance in Trevor's direction.

Trevor looked the other way, playing with his hair self-consciously.

He laughed again.

"Am I really that interesting to you? Or are you just sexually desirous right now? Either way doesn't matter--I've had my share of sex with people for both reasons."

"I have my reasons." He replied, smiling again. "Good reasons, too."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"I can't tell you yet~" He teased, but quickly changed the subject. "Oh, but do you see those trees? We're almost to my house!"

"Tell me!" he demanded, pouting.

"When we're at my house~" He cooed happily. "Then I'll tell you."

He shrugged.

"Fair enough. How much further is it?"

"Not too long." He took a diversion down a dirt road lined by large oak trees until they reached a fair sized house, though it was one you expected a good sized family to live at, and not a single man.

"Here we are!"

"Nice house," he said nonchalantly, looking around.

Of course, it was filled with shittons of religious objects, to the point of it being kind of creepy.

"Huh, should've taken that down now that I think about it. I don't get a lot of visitors out here during the day." He mumbled to himself as he headed towards the kitchen.

"...Taken what down?" he asked, following him cautiously. Holy fuck, this place was weird. "I take it you're rather devout?...I can relate, I suppose..."

"Nope, I'm an atheist." He replied cheerily. "I inherited this house from previous owners who were very devout. They tried to exorcise me!" He laughed heartily. "But I'm not a ghost, so it didn't work."