disclaimer: Connor and Taylor are young adults in this chapter ranging from 18 to 19 years old, neither are minors . Connor scoffed as the church service ended and people began to rise from their seats, he wanted nothing more than to leave this ridiculous place, but a boy with the most amusing get up he'd ever seen started to approach him, pulling him to the side away from the other churchgoers. "What do you want?" Connor muttered as he looked down at him, the boy being quite a bit shorter than himself. "Connor..." The brunette had a judgemental expression, his arms crossing over his chest. "Yeah..? What is it this time Jesus freak?" Taylor rolled his eyes, "every time you're here you find some way to ruin everything, can you keep your mouth shut?" Connor couldn't help but grin at how ridiculous this interaction was. "Oh? I ruin your precious church time? Gosh, I'm soooo sorry." his voice dripped with sarcasm, his hands moved to his knees and he bent down to look at Taylor. "Did I hurt your widdle feewings when I said god isn't real...?" Taylor was taken aback by Connor's attitude, they had barely spoken, and every time they did it ended in bickering. "You're so disrespectful...if you don't even believe in god you shouldn't even be here! All you're doing is ruining it for the rest of us." Connor slowly stood back up, this boy seemed easily rattled. He wanted to push him further. "What's with that outfit you always got on?" Taylor stared up at him with an offended expression, shocked at the subject change. "What do you mean? I'm dressed the way people should be for church." he genuinely didn't see anything wrong with his clothes. "You dress like a fag, does Jesus want all his followers to dress like fags?" Connor sounded blunt. Taylor's face went red with anger and embarrassment, "i do not dress like a fag." He felt a strange feeling at Connor's insulting words, his legs pressed together a little. "Look at those little shorts you have on, are you trying to be a slut or something?" Taylor gasped and looked down at his legs, Connor was amused by how personally Taylor took everything. "I'm surprised the priest hasn't gotten to you yet~" Taylor's hands moved to grip the edge of his shorts, tugging them down a little in an attempt to cover up more. "Why are you trying to cover up now~?" Connor mused at the sight of his embarrassment, the scene was actually a little cute..."because you're being disgusting..." Taylor took a step back, red-faced and flustered, "I don't wanna talk about this anymore" he huffed and turned away but felt a hand move to his hip. "Come on~ don't be so sensitive" his fingers began to slip into the side of Taylor's shorts, touching over the rim of his boxers, he started to back Taylor up towards the wall. "Your hips are so girly, are you sure god wanted you to be a man~?" Taylor blushed furiously as his back hit the wall, his hands moved to Connor's chest but he made no attempt to push him away. Connor had off-handedly made flirty comments before but not like this. "I don't have girly hips...you're just a pervert...", he felt butterflies as Connor's other hand moved up to his waist, pulling his body closer. "What are you doing..." Taylor mumbled, gasping when he felt something between his legs. "I'm just giving you what you want, you've been hard this whole time..." Taylor shook his head, denying the accusation as his legs closed around Connor's knee. "That's not true..." Connor's thumb played with the edge of Taylor's boxers while his other hand squeezed his soft waist. "Isn't lying a sin~?" Connor began to rub his knee over Taylor's crotch in little circles, Taylor gasped and stumbled over his words. "I... I'm not lying..", Connor leaned closer to Taylor's neck, making him tilt his head in response. Connor leaned in close to his ear, whispering grotesquely. "Guess we're both filthy sinners Taylor~" Taylor's eyes closed for a moment, Connor's breath was so hot over his neck, then suddenly he felt a tug. "h-hey!", he yelped as Connor ripped the little cross from his neck. "You won't be needing this anymore..." he dropped it to the floor, making a small clink on impact. Taylor pushed on Connor to try and retrieve his cross but was promptly shoved back into the wall, Connor's mouth softly kissing his neck, breathing hot breaths over him. "I said you don't need it..." he spoke against his skin as he began to suck soft marks into his neck. "But-" Connor began to push Taylor's shorts down a little. "Unless you want me to stop...?" Connors' hands paused, looking at Taylor from the side. Taylor went silent. "Are you gonna pick up your cross~?..." Taylor just went red and looked away shamefully. "...no". Connors pulls Taylor's shorts down to his mid-thigh, the only thing keeping him from being exposed is Connor standing in front of him. Connor's hand covered the little tent in Taylor's boxers, palming him softly as he continued to kiss his neck. Taylor tried to stay quiet, most people had left but surely their parents would be wondering where they were..."mhn~" Taylor bit his lip, he felt guilty but he didn't want it to stop. "Not very big are you...?" Connor giggled, he could tell Taylor was hard but the size was far from impressive. Taylor gave him an annoyed look. "Stop talking..." he grumbled, Connor thought Taylor's reactions were so entertaining, he was so amusingly coy and pouty. "How about you shut me up then...?" He moved closer to Taylor's face, to which he received a hand between them from Taylor. "No kissing...." Connor raised his brows at the sudden assertion. "So I can play with your little dick but kisses are too far~?" Taylor's brows knit together in frustration, he didn't respond and just looked off to the side. Connor's hand started to sneak into his boxers, Taylors dick fit so easily in his hand. Taylor's hands moved to Connor's shoulders, gripping the fabric of his coat softly. Connor gave his dick a little squeeze which made Taylor squeak. "N-not so hard!.." he whisper-yelled at him, Connor softly began to rub it. "Aw~ are you that sensitive? Must be really pent up". Taylor's breath began to get heavy and nervous, letting out little whines and moans. "Do you even touch yourself at home~? Or are you too scared the lord he watching~..." Taylor whined and bit his lip softly "Maybe..sometimes..." Connor grinned and moved his hand faster "That's a sin too Taylor..." He got off on the shameful expression on Taylor's face, his own dick began to feel tight in his pants but he knew they didn't have much longer together. "Aren't you scared to get caught? Either one of our parents could find us right now...what would they think seeing you let a pervert touch you like this?" Taylor stifled another moan, breathing hard to cope with the intense pleasure. "S-so you admit you're a pervert..." he breathed out quietly. Connor's free hand sneaked around Taylor, grabbing his ass and making him arch his back in surprise. "Yeah~ but at least I'm self-aware." he leaned down to Taylor's face, "Unlike you...". Taylor leaned his head back into the wall, "I'm not a- ah~ pervert hn" Connor's thumb rubbed over his tip quickly, he watched Taylor squirm and push back into the wall. "You look like one from where I'm standing..." his voice lowered. Taylor was beginning to feel desperate, his hips moving up a little into Connor's hand. "H-haH~ ah-" his moans became high-pitched and broken as he tried to keep his voice down. He was so close until a loud voice cut through the silence. Taylor's heart stopped and his eyes went wide. He heard his father calling his name. "...somebody you know, Taylor?" Connor's hand kept moving. Taylor looked distraught. "M-my ah~ ah" his hands pushed at Connor a little, feeling scared. "My dad" He looked at Connor desperately, Connor could tell just how terrified Taylor was. His hand slowed. "Ah~ you don't want him to know what we're doing hm...?" Taylor shook his head. Connor's hand slowly came to a stop. "Well...." his hand gently moved out of his boxers, much to Taylor's dismay. "Guess I have to return you to them~, can't keep Mom and pop waiting huh?" Taylor had a disappointed expression, obviously upset he didn't get to finish. "Aw cheer up" Connor's hands pulled Taylor's shorts back up. "There's always next time~" he leaned in close to his ear. "I think I'll be attending church a lot more often now..." he softly kissed Taylor's ear which gained him a shove from the shorter boy. Connor laughed and put a hand on his back. "Now let's get you home~" Taylor looked up at him "What about your family?" Connor rolled his eyes "Probably left already". Taylor furrowed his brows "Without you?" Connor kept walking with Taylor, "Yeah they do that." he seemed unaffected by it. Taylor blushed and looked down as they approached his parents. "Taylor? Where were you? It's been half an hour since the service ended..." His father sounded agitated. "And who's this.." his mother asked, looking suspiciously at Connor, they knew he was a troublemaker. "I'm Connor Minair, your son here was just helping me understand some things about christ~" he patted taylors shoulder. "I'm sorry if I was disruptive...I understand now my actions were...inappropriate." Taylor looked shocked, his mom grabbed his arm and pulled him softly away from connor. "I see...well I'm glad our son could help you understand the faith..." Connor gave them a fake sweet smile. "Well, i'll let you go on your way now~ see you later Taylor" he waved as if they had been friends. Taylor gave him a confused look. "bye..." , his parents promptly ushered him away from Connor, they knew he was bad news.

Connor walked the other way, stepping on a little necklace, Taylors cross. He picked it up and put it in his pocket. "Guess I'll have to return this..." he smiled and exited the church.