Mars and Priestly's First Time Thingy Sexy Times

"Of course I hate it!" he shouted, attempting to push Priestly away. All he really accomplished was to touch his chest.

He retracted his hands, pouting deeply. Today had been fine, until they'd gotten home.

"Are you done yet? Can I go sleep? I'm exhausted." He said grumpily, refusing eye contact.

Priestly pulled Mars into his arms, holding him close.

"How about I cut you a deal, Marsy? If you're a good boy and you let your master help you get all nice and clean, you can go straight to bed after. I'll put away all the miscellaneous from our car.

"Does it sound like a fair trade? A few minutes of pleasure and then to the sweet arms of sleep? I'd take it, if I were you."

He giggled and kissed Mars on the head again; he was really kinda just screwing with him now.

"A few minutes of pleasure?!" he spat, roughly shoving the other man away. "Are you retarded, or something? Does it look like I'm enjoying myself? Stop messing around so I can wash my hair and go to bed. I'll put everything from the car away if you just let me shower in peace! I still haven't properly prayed today because we were on the road, you know!"

Mars leaned away from him, red in the face from his little rant.

"So, just..." he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Stop asking me to do things you know I won't do."

Priestly grabbed him again, unshaken by Mars's protests.

"I do what I think is best for cute little naughty Marsies. I'll get the things from the car--all I require of you is for you to stand still and let me wash you. Then I'll let you go and you can do what you may.

"Are we clear now? Or are you going to keep putting up a fight until I have to naked-wrestle you into my arms once and for all?" He laughed, amused by the situation in a way Mars was definitely not.

"I'll even pray with you--more people make a prayer stronger, you know. You enjoy praying with me, don't you?"

"I'm not going to let you bully me into this!" he snapped angrily, though this time he didn't shove Priestly away. Despite the fact that they were incredibly close now, which made him nervous beyond belief, he knew it wasn't worth the trouble. As long as Priestly didn't do anything to further molest him, this was fine.

"You aren't allowed to touch me just because you think you have some right, as my master!" he stared straight into his eyes. "So let me go."

"Let me scrub your back," he insisted, grinning. "That's all I want, Marsy--you can even scrub mine to make it fair. Just agree and I'll let you go, just like that.

"Come on, little Marsy, can't you hear your bed calling?" He giggled, nuzzling him. "I can even shampoo your hair too, if you like help with that. And tomorrow I'll make eggs for breakfast since you'll have been such a good boy."

The offer was incredibly tempting, but Mars could almost see the strings attached.

"...if you do anything but touch my back, I'll kill you," he replied, staring him right in the eyes. "I swear to the Lord, if you break your promise, I'll maim you."

He clenched his fists, barely restraining himself form shoving Priestly away again.

"...and don't you even think about touching my hair."

"Mmm," Priestly purred, kissing him again. He released the boy without a fuss and held the loofah under the water to warm it up.

He scrubbed Mars's back gently and carefully, up and down and in circles. He had done this many times before, whether out of desire or poverty; he knew exactly which areas tended to be ticklish. He moved over them quickly, enjoying Mars's little twitches.

Finally, he kissed Mars on the closest part of him not covered in suds--his neck--and stood upright again with a smile.

"See? Was that so hard? Now let's finish getting cleaned up and then go to bed, Mars. The shampoo is in the green bottle."

Much to his surprise, that was relatively painless. Priestly hadn't tried to do anything really horrible, for once. He shrugged, reaching behind Priestly to grab the shampoo.

"...this is crap shampoo," he replied grumpily. "Why would you use this?"

He sighed, pouring some onto his hands, anyway.

"I got it from my hairdresser," he said simply, shrugging and scrubbing his own shoulders. "If you dislike it, you can buy your own bottle with your allowance--would that make you happy, Mars?"

He chuckled softly, patting Mars on his sudsy little head.

"Where you staring at me earlier? I don't mind, you know--I'm fairly used to it. Look all you like, I'll even do a dance if that's what you prefer." He winked exaggeratedly; it was unclear if he was joking.

"I wasn't staring!!" He replied, nearly ripping out chunks of his hair in his frustration. "I was just...checking to make sure you got clean."

He ran his hands through his hair, scratching his scalp.

"...hand me the shower head so I can rinse." He grumbled, still sore about the whole comment.

Priestly shook his hips like he used to onstage, laughing.

"It's okay, Mars--more pious men than you have peeked before, it's all fine. God won't hate you for having a little fun." He booped Mars on the nose, handing him the shower head. "Besides, Marsy, all work and no play makes Mars a dull boy. Priestly, too, but that's a completely separate matter."

He winked in a way that seemed less than priestly.

He snatched the shower head from Priestly's hands. Mars was loathsome to tilt his head away and close his eyes with Priestly standing so close to him, but he did have to rinse his hair. He leaned back, running his hands through his hair as he rinsed it thoroughly. The last traces of red dye came out of his hair, and when he saw it go down the drain, he sighed in relief. His natural hair color was finally back. Not that he loved it, but he liked it a lot more than his gaudy dyed hair.

Priestly ran a hand through Mars's hair, his eyes wide.

"Such a lovely color, Marsy! Why did you cover it up--you like red better? I can't complain, red is my favorite, too." He winked and patted Mars on his head. "I have some temporary red in the cabinet if you ever feel in need of a change."

"Don't touch my hair!" he snapped, slapping Priestly on the chest. He despised when people touched his hair. It felt disgusting. Mars loved his hair, but that meant Priestly wasn't allowed to defile it.

"I made a mistake when I dyed my hair, I never want to see it red again!" he grumbled. "Now, I'm done showering, so I'm going to grab a towel and go to bed."

Priestly groped Mars's butt, not even bothering to be subtle about it.

"Okay, Marsy--I'll rinse off and meet you in your room." He turned around, displaying his toned posterior.

"What?!" he shrieked. "No, you are staying out of my room! I don't even know what you were insinuating!"

Mars stepped out of the shower (but not before sneaking a rather long look at Priestly's ass), grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

"Stay away from me," he hissed, slamming the bathroom door behind him. It was unfortunate that he had no idea which room was Priestly's and which was the guest room. Awkwardly, he poked his head back in. "...which one is the guest room?"

Priestly emerged from the shower, dripping wet. He lightly toweled off his hair and body before responding.

"I can show you," he said, holding the towel in his hand. His exposed part dangled obviously, completely uncovered. "Just follow me, okay?"

He grabbed Mars's hand and led him down the hall, to the room with blue painted walls and a neatly made bed.

"Will it do? We can paint it a different color, if you like."

Mars shrugged.

"I don't care, this is fine. It's not like I'll be living here long..." he muttered, stepping inside. "Now stay out, so I can put my pajamas on and go to bed."

He shut the door, praying that Priestly stayed out. He was sure that wouldn't happen, however.

Priestly opened the door, walking back inside.

"Need help getting settled?" he asked with a wink. "I can sleep with you tonight--it'll be just like we were on the road."

Mars groaned, face palming. This was what he hadn't wanted.

"Get out!" He snapped, shoving Priestly towards the door. "I'm getting dressed, you giant faghomo!"

He slammed the door again, silently wishing it locked. He quickly ruffled through his bag for his nightgown. At least he had that on, now. It was better than nothing.

Priestly walked back in, still very much naked.

"Come on, Marsy, don't treat me like a stranger--we've been traveling together for months! Give me a hug."

He held his arms wide open, smiling expectantly.

"Come on, we can sleep next to each other and I'll tell you a bedtime story."

"NO!" he shouted angrily, adjusting his nightgown. "Get the heck out of my room, you disgusting pile of gayness!"

He groaned loudly, sitting on his bed and pulling the blankets over his head. "Get out!!"

He laid down onto his bed, attempting to pray and pretend Priestly didn't exist.

-x-

That night, Priestly lay awake in his bed, reading a magazine. Being at home again was so relaxing; he could sleep naked in his bed without worrying about there being a dead hooker underneath the mattress.

The magazines were better at home, too--far more good looking men. Women were fine and lovely, but men were his preference--he had always spent so much more time around them. They were lovely creatures.

He dropped his magazine when he heard the knock on the door.

"Marsy?" he called, gripping the bone-colored rosary that hung from his neck. "Is that you? You can come in, if it is."

Mars hesitated. He had finally built up the courage to knock, but he felt so stupid. He shouldn't even be here, he should just go back to bed. The nightmare hadn't even been that bad, really...

Yet, he was still a bit shaky. Being in the dark hallway didn't help, really. With a heavy sigh, he gently opened the door and stepped inside, his sheet wrapped around him. His hair was messy, barely staying in it's ponytail. Obviously, he'd been tossing and turning.

"...uhm," Mars mumbled, wrapping the blanket tighter around his shoulders, "...never mind, I should just go back to bed."