Church Bells

"What, you wanna watch me sit here?" he asked innocently.

He thought for a moment.

"...I'm going back to the church, but I will know if you so much as think about going into my room." He told him threateningly. "So don't bother."

He nodded.

"Okie dokie."

He gave Priestly one last glare before he walked out his door and back to the church.

-x-

Priestly, naturally, walked into Mars's room as soon as he left.

-xxx-

However, Mars was so exhausted by the time he returned, he had forgotten all about Priestly. He started to strip out of his suit before he realized dimly that he wasn't alone.

Priestly, who was lying on the sheets with a flirtatious expression, waggled his eyebrows.

"Welcome home~"

He stared for a second, before he remembered.

"I told you not to come into my room and especially not to touch my bed!" He shouted as soon as he realized what was going on.

"But it smells like you~" he cooed.

He didn't want to admit that the reason for that was because it was practically the only thing in the house he touched in a regular basis.

So instead he just yelled, "I don't care, get off of it!"

"But the semen stains," he said automatically.

He stared at him incredulously.

"...what." He questioned, unable to even comprehend what that could possibly mean.

"Semen. On your bedsheets," he elaborated.

"...from what?" He asked, though he was somewhat reluctant to.

"Ejaculation," he said obviously.

"...get out." He said, crossing his arms.

He grinned roguishly.

"I can't help it if you do things like that in bed."

He turned red suddenly.

"I do nothing of the sort!" He shouted defensively. "Now get out!"

"No, I'm tired," he said with a yawn.

"Probably because of the untoward things you were doing in my bed!" He shouted angrily.

He grinned.

"What gave you that idea?"

"B-because of what you said!" He growled. "I didn't even want you in my room in the first place!"

He sighed heavily, adjusting his glasses.

"...if you want to stay the night, fine, but you're NOT sleeping in my bed."

"Why not? It's cold and we could spoon."

He opened his mouth to ask what that was, then thought better of it.

"No!" He barked. "Now get out of my bed!"

"But spooning, Mars--spooning."