Mars and Priestly Get Married

"But you'll always be a sinner." He insisted. "...and that's all that counts."

He kissed him on the cheek.

"No. You're all that counts."

He scowled.

"Are you going to touch me or not?" He snapped irritably. "If you aren't, then let me take a nap."

"I'm going to use my mouth," he said. He licked his lips, glancing at Mars's crotch. They had yet to get to third base, but in truth it was Priestly's favorite out of the entire baseball metaphor.

"No." He said immediately, his face flushing rather red. "No, no you aren't."

He attempted to shove Priestly away.

"I'm going to nap now."

Priestly licked his chest again, grinning.

"But you want it. So badly. You always think about it, right?"

He frowned deeply.

"...I don't." He said meekly. Obviously, he did. "Why would I? I hate you."

"If you hate me, kill me," he responded softly. "I don't want to live if I can't have you--keeping me alive would be cruel. I am, in a sense, your pet, you know..." Priestly's face lit up in a grin. "Shall I explain to you exactly what I want from you right now?"

"NO." He said sternly. "Definitely not. I do NOT want to hear your sickening description of an untoward act I will never do."

He made himself comfortable in Mars's lap, groping him.

"Let's see...first, I'm going to lick your nipples until they're really hard and erect. Then, I'll massage and suck on them and nip them, like we've already done."

He just shook his head, silently. He didn't, however, look at Priestly directly anymore. He had no intention of making eye contact with him.

He smiled, pulling one of Mars's hands onto his crotch.

"Ah, just imagine it, Marsy. I'll run my tongue across your warm, desirous flesh, flicking it over your bothered nipples until your beautiful body contorts in ecstasy--your nipples are quite young and sensitive, you know, your body loves it when I tease them--and then you'll begin the exciting and treacherous climb toward the peak of orgasm and true spiritual clarity--though, of course, you won't be anywhere near the goal. Oh, no--I would never let your journey end with such simple satisfaction, my dear." He caressed Mars's cheek before cruelly teasing the area above his crotch with his fingers.

"Would you like to hear more, darling? Of course you would. Next comes the set-up for the main event, since I'll have your full attention and arousal."

"Stop." Mars insisted, biting his lip when he wasn't speaking. "Please, just stop..."

He didn't want to hear anymore. He didn't want to do it anymore. He hated, he despised, when Priestly did this to him. He despised it more than anything else Priestly did to him, including sex in general. He hated having to hear his sickening descriptions of things. It was so painful to him. He could forever go without the description of what he and Priestly did together; it only served to remind him how much of a disgusting, filthy sinner he and Priestly both were.

He kissed Mars's neck.

"I want to take you all the way to God--why aren't you more happy? Grateful, even? It's a lovely thing, you know. And I love every last bit of you--that makes it pure."

"I don't love you." He said calmly, shoving Priestly away. "Nothing about this is pure at all, even if we did both love each other. Which, by the way, will never happen. You're a filthy sinner, and one day I'll leave this life behind me to become a real man of God."

He grinned, hiding his complete heartache at Mars's words.

"Then it's my job to help you achieve that, Marsy."

"We both know there's only one thing I need from you." He said plainly. "Once I have that, I can leave."

Priestly blinked, looking confused.

"...Mars, you already have my heart. I had thought that was all I had to give...but if I'm mistaken, you may take whatever I'm forgetting as well. Take it all from me, Mars--at this rate, I'd have you take my libido with you, double-edged sword that it is."

He laughed humorlessly.

"Don't play dumb with me. We both know that if there wasn't something you had I wanted, I wouldn't even be here anymore."

This, actually, was a blatant lie. There was no way Mars was leaving Priestly any time soon. Somewhere, deep inside him, Mars kept hoping Priestly would change into the ideal man he wanted to date. He held onto that for a really long time,

Priestly kissed Mars without warning, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"God, Mars...why must you be so stubborn, so insistent? It's paradoxically torturous in the worst way."

He would have shoved Priestly away, but his arms were trapped behind Priestly and he couldn't exactly do much.

"Let go." He insisted. "I want to take a shower."

"Then I'll suck you off in the shower," he cooed, kissing him on the cheek. "You make me so hot all the time, Mars. It's enough to make me wonder if you torture me like this on purpose."

"No. I'm taking my shower alone."

It would be cold shower, just to punish himself for all of his terrible thoughts.

"This is a couple's retreat," he replied with a smile. "Either we do it here or in the shower."

"Let me take my shower." He insisted, not answering Priestly's question. Not directly, anyway.