Studying And Other Adventures

Wide awake, he slapped it and moved it away from him.

Priestly held him ever closer, pressing his naked body against Mars's.

He squirmed, attempting to push him away. He could feel. Everything.

Priestly sighed happily in his sleep, nuzzling close; Mars's body was so soft and warm.

Less so soft now, but...

He squirmed awkwardly, really wishing he had at least some of the protection of his pajamas at this point.

Priestly soon began sleep thrusting.

At that point, Mars began to openly sob. Why, why did God hate me? He beginning to think he really did.

"P-priestly, leave me alone." He sobbed, like the little crybaby he is.

Slowly, Priestly's thrusts subsided; instead, one of his hands stroked the length Mars's body. He frowned in his sleep, mumbling something indistinct.

He shook his head, shoving him away.

"I-I hate you!" He whined, attempting to stop the flood of tears down his cheeks. "A-a...a whole lot!"

Priestly scooted even closer, grabbing him again. They were, like, seriously about to fall off the bed.

He squirmed more until they did fall off the bed. Of course, at this point, Mars was really in hysterics. He was sobbing and complaining about his much his body hurt and was bruised and how much he hated Priestly and how much God hated him and how much he just wanted to sleep in his own bed and night have strange dreams he couldn't explain and blahblahblah.

Without a word, priestly picked him up and placed him on the bed. Wrapping Mars in a spare blanket, Priestly crawled back in and snuggled him, stroking his hair and holding his hand.

"Cry for as long as you want--I'll hold you."

But he still attempted to shove him away, even in his terrible state.

"N-no..." He mumbled, after he managed to talk coherently. "L-leave me alone...Th-this is all your fault."

Priestly sighed, smiling.

"Actually, you're the one who got lost, and the one who struggled instead of getting your pajamas, and the one who just woke me up...but I think I have something that may help."

He frowned, sniffling miserably.

"I don't want your stupid help. It's stupid." He insisted, pouting visibly.

Priestly held out a rosary-wrapped hand, grabbing Mars's hand and forcing him to hold the cross.

"Come on--pray with me. I'll even lead, if you want."

He didn't withdraw his hands, but he did shake his head.

"No...I-I want to be alone."

Priestly kissed their entwined hands, smiling.

"Then I'll say a prayer for you--feel free to join in if you know the words. Our father, who art in heaven..." He recited the Lord's prayer word-for-word, never once faltering; perhaps more interesting was the way in which he said it. There was meaning behind each word, emotion and sincerity where one would normally hear empty parroting.

Instead, Mars just listened and watched, completely shocked.

But soon, that shock turned into despair again.

He tried to wiggle away from Priestly, frowning deeply.

"...And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil..." He glanced at Mars, frowning slightly. "...Amen."

He stood up, wrapping the blanket around him nonetheless.

"...I'm going to go home tomorrow." He said quietly.

Priestly sighed, shaking his head.

"Are you sure of that?"

He nodded.

"I need...to do some things..." He said, fiddling with the blanket. "...and get away from you."

Suddenly, priestly was up and forcing Mars against a wall.

"Well, then. No plans to return, I presume?..."

He squeaked in surprise.

"Wh-what are you...?"