12. Jasper

Despite my now being at university and not living at home, my father is still expecting me to keep up appearances and to attend family events and fortnightly mass. To me it's hell on earth, something that I haven't connected with in years. It's ritualistic, reciting words that have no meaning to me but I know them off by heart and robotically repeat them back at the required times.

Today I'm running late, and careen through the creaky wooden doors of the church, hoping that the whole congregation doesn't stop mid mass to stare at the latecomer. A hymn is playing so the creak isn't heard and I sneak around the back of the pews to where my parents are sitting in the second pew as always. My father gives me a death glare, shaking his head at me. I mutter, "Sorry father." His response is a scoff, and he pulls on my sleeve to force me to sit down in the pew beside him.

The mass continues and I recite the words, dreading the sermon and what the twat of a priest is going to shove down our throats with his words today. I stare absentmindedly at the crucifix on the wall. It feels like Jesus is judging me, crucifying me for what I've done with Reece. It's been drummed into me my whole life that being gay–or anything other than heterosexual–is a sin. And not just a sin but a deadly sin, one so immoral that I'm going to hell and going to burn for eternity for the things I've done. The crazy thing is though when I'm with Reece I don't feel like I'm sinning. The pleasure doesn't feel like it could be a sin, doesn't feel wrong at all.

The sermon begins, and I sink into the pew when I hear the priest mention ‘Sodom and Gomorrah.' His words turn my insides, the bible verses he's reading about sulphur raining down on them for their immoral acts. With each word my self loathing increases, and I can feel my skin itching as though sulphur is covering every inch of me. I need to get out of this hell. I go to stand, but my father yanks me back down, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "You will take heed of Father Michael"s words, son."

I scoff, sinking lower into the pew, hoping that a chasm will open up in the floor and swallow me whole. I'll most likely land in hell, but honestly being there is probably what I deserve for the sins I've committed so far with Reece.

The rest of the mass goes by in monotony, and I rush out of the church without even a word to my father. My skin is still crawling, and I rush back to the dorms desperate to wash away the past couple of hours. If I scrub at my skin, maybe then I'll feel clean, atoned of my sins.

Creeping into the bathroom towards the showers, I check each open cubicle to make sure no one is around. Thankfully, as it"s late there isn't another soul in here. I like showering at this hour because it"s quiet.

I put my robe and clean boxers down on the bench seat, and strip off my current clothes before turning the water on.

It's only just turned warm when I step under it, and panic hearing the door creak open. No one has come into the bathroom before at this hour. And I'm admittedly scared that I'm alone and naked with no defence. I cover myself up with my hand cupping my dick and reach out to turn off the shower but I don't get to shut it off completely as a shadowy figure comes in and steps in the shower cubicle with me. I close my eyes, my heartbeat increasing.

I'm going to die, naked and alone.

A voice booms around me, "Why are you covering up your gorgeous body when no one is here, Jasp?" My heartbeat quickens for a completely different reason, and I open my eyes as Reece leans in, kissing my neck, biting down to bruise my skin. The sensation causes goosebumps to rise on my body, and I shiver.

Gulping, but not turning around to face him, I ask, "What are you doing here, Reece?"

Reece laughs. "I'm here to make you fall to your knees for me, Capullo." Those words cause my dick to jolt. His teasing words and the way he uses my surname as a taunt never fail to turn me on. And I hate it.

"Not going to happen, Montserrat," I snap back, glancing down at my hardening dick and cursing my body for its reaction to him.

"So you say, Jasper," Reece rasps as he reaches around my body and grips my dick in his open hand, his body pressed up against my back and getting his clothes wet. "But you"re already hard for me and I"ve barely touched you."

"I was thinking about someone else," I respond, trying to sound convincing but failing as my voice shakes.

"Liar."

"Arsehole," I bite back.

"Mmm," Reece moans, reaching down between us and cupping my arse cheeks in his hands. Involuntarily I moan, because his forbidden touch on my skin feels amazing. "Don"t touch me, Reece."

Reece doesn"t listen, however, lowering his hands until his finger finds my hole. His other hand reaches over to grab the soap and he lathers it in his hand, sliding that finger down and slipping the tip inside me, pushing in slowly and causing a moan to fall from my lips. I feel the burn of him pushing past the ring of muscle until he is knuckle deep. His finger–just one– slips in and out of my arse, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. He slips another finger inside my hole, causing slight pain as he stretches me, scissoring them apart and hitting a spot inside me that causes me to scream out, "Oh god, Reece!"

He pulls his fingers out, sliding three inside me and hitting that spot again. The pain is all but gone, all I feel is so full. "What"re you doing to me?"

"Feel good, Jasp?" he questions, his voice strained, husky, and sexy. "You gonna come?"

"Yes. Oh. God. Yes. Fuck," I moan, shooting come onto the shower cubicle wall.

I glare at the mess I just made, ashamed of myself.

"Turn around, Capullo."

"No. I can"t," I mumble, my cheeks heating with a blush knowing he'll see the come still dripping from my dick, even though the tiles of the shower are covered.

"Turn the fuck around," Reece demands, squeezing my butt cheeks.

I don"t move so Reece shoves me forward until I'm against the wall, and he grips my waist to spin me around, soaking his body from the water still flowing from the shower head, forcefully kissing me and stealing the breath from my lungs. His kiss is punishing, bruising my lips like he bruised my neck earlier. It feels incredible. And I hate it but want more.

He withdraws his mouth from mine before I can truly kiss him back, his forehead against mine as he questions huskily, "Did you like me finger fucking your tight hole, Capullo?"

"No. I hated it. Hate you," I spit at him.

Reece chuckles, smirking. "You loved it, Jasper. Don"t deny how fucked up you are my pretty boy." Those words stir my insides in a fluttery way. No one has ever called me pretty. And I don't hate it.

"I"m not yours. I"ll never be yours."

"We"ll see about that," Reece taunts, grabbing the cross necklace hanging around my neck. He pokes it, grabbing it in between his fingers.

"Why do you wear this ugly thing around your neck?"

"Let it go," I demand, my voice quivering.

"Why? Afraid I"ll strangle you with it?"

"No, it"s special to me," I tell him shakily.

"Oh, your mummy gave it to you?"

"No," I reply, sniffing back tears. "It was my grandfather"s. The only thing I have of his."

"That"s pathetic you"re crying over a memory, Capullo."

"Is not."

Reece flips over the necklace, and glares at the engravings before using the necklace as a means of yanking my lips to his for a kiss.

"Do you go to his grave?"

"Sometimes. On the anniversary of his death by a Montserrat."

"Oh, when"s that?"

"Not telling you," I respond, blushing.

"Must be soon then," Reece taunts, again kissing me hard.

I groan, pushing at Reece"s chest. "Stop kissing me."

"Not a chance, Capullo. You love my kisses you dirty fucker."

"I don"t. Stop putting words in my mouth and thoughts in my head."

Reece laughs. "How about I put something else in your pretty mouth?"

"No. I"m not doing that," I tell him, shaking my head.

Reece laughs again, stripping out of his clothes. I can't tear my eyes away, fixing them on him as he discards each item he's wearing.

"You"ve already gotten me wet, Capullo. It"s the least you could do for causing me to have to leave this place naked or in your damn boxers."

He's naked now, his wet clothes on the floor of the shower and his hard dick is jutting out between us. I'm just staring, not able to take my eyes off his long hard dick, the tip peeking out already pearling with precum.

"Like what you see, Capullo?" he taunts me with what could only be described as a wicked smirk.

"Nope. Your dick is a sight," I quip, my breathing heavy as I'm lying. His dick is a sight but a beautiful one.

"Hmm, then why are you panting like a dog and glaring at it, eager to suck me off?"

"I"m not sucking your rank dick, Montserrat."

Reece chuckles and grips my neck to kiss me hard. Against my lips, he rasps, "Yes you fucking are." He breaks the kiss, staring me down. "Get on your fucking knees, Capullo."

He pushes me down to my knees. I'm annoyed that I"m not stronger to fight him off, but frankly, I don't want to. The tip of Reece"s dick brushes my lips, causing a meek gasp to escape my lips.

"Suck it, Capullo," Reece demands.

I shake my head, licking my lips which causes my tongue to graze Reece"s slit.

"No," I verbalise, my voice barely a whisper because quite frankly I'm not opposed to Reece's request. Reece yanks on my hair, tilting my head up. "Suck my fucking dick, Capullo."

He pulls me closer and I take his dick into my mouth, giving in and licking his length. It's insane but I actually like it, so much so that I moan around his dick.

"Yeah, fuck…feels so good, Jasp," Reece coaxes, as he starts thrusting into my mouth. It's an odd sensation, kinda like sucking on one of those long ice lollies but it's warm and velvety under my tongue.

"You"re gonna make me come, Capullo."

Reece's dick hits the back of my throat suddenly and I cough, pulling off.

"Damn, Capullo. For a prude, you can sure suck a dick. Ready for my cock to fill your mouth with come?"

"No. Fuck yourself."

He grips my hair tighter, forcing my mouth open so he can thrust his dick back into my mouth, harder and faster.

"Suck it."

I groan, obeying his demand by sucking and licking his dick until he again hits the back of my throat, his dick throbbing as he lets go of his orgasm. His come is warm and salty and I swallow it down before pulling off. Some come drips down my chin. Reece pulls me to my feet and before I can lick it away he kisses me, his tongue sweeping over my lips to lick the come away.

"Good boy, Capullo."

"Fuck you, Montserrat."

"A guy can dream, Jasp," Reece taunts, stepping out of the shower cubicle, smirking at me as he picks up my clean, dry boxers and robe and puts them on.

"Good luck getting back to your dorm room, Capullo," he jeers as he leaves.

I pick up Reece"s wet clothes and throw them out of the cubicle screaming, annoyed at myself for again giving into Reece and loving it way too much.