Page 90 of Beneath His Robes

I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t think there was one. Were priests ever…married? Happy? In a relationship? Take away the fact that I was a man, adding more sin. I wasn’t sure if there was a history of priest marriages. The idea sounded ridiculous, but I made a mental note to find out if that information could be accessed.

“Yeah…I think that would help. Thank you.”

I don’t know what compelled me to do so, but I scooped him up like my body wasn’t still recovering from an attack just weeks before. I held him like a damn bride and walked him all the way to the shower. He was silent, but a slight smile was pulling at the corners of his delicious lips.

When I sat him on his feet on the damp tile of the shower, we stared at each other for a moment. I was waiting for him to tell me to leave and ask for space from my presence. But he didn’t.

Carefully, I pulled his shirt off, slowly undoing the smooth buttons just like I had done earlier tonight. His breath hitched, and my own was shaky.

This wasn’t about sex. Nakedness. Nothing but caring for him.

His shirt slid off his shoulders and fell to the shower floor. Next was his pants. Slowly and carefully, I repeated the process of unbuttoning each loop and letting them drop down his thighs.

“Is this okay?” I said, leaning forward to lay soft kisses on his tense shoulders.

He didn’t respond, just nodded slowly. So I turned on the water spray and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. His soft curls slid through my fingers as I foamed up the shampoo in his strawberry links and massaged his scalp.

The water felt warm, creating a steam that billowed around us. My towel was soaked, struggling to hold onto my hips, but I wasn’t going to be naked right now. This wasn’t about me. It was about Elias.

“Hold on to me,” I said, grabbing the body wash and squeezing it into my hands. He hesitated for a moment, his bright blue eyes roving up my body and onto my shoulders. I smiled at him, my lazy grin spreading across my face in a relaxed, easy tone.

“I don’t bite, baby,” I said and paused, his beautiful face making me laugh out loud.

His body still had red teeth and marks lining his sides, neck, and thighs. “Okay. I won’t bite. This time. Promise.”

He still hesitated, his hands suspended in the air as he warred with his thoughts.

“I will be on my best behavior. Mon Pur. Let me clean you. Please, I just want to take care of you.”

Finally, he sighed, placed his hands on my shoulders, and closed his eyes. I got to work soaping up his body without waiting for him to move. Despite my best efforts, every line of his body made me hiss, and he groaned in response.

I was quick about it, trying to show my respect for the action and speed. His caged cock was swollen. It looked red from being stuck in the fucking jail of chastity for so long.

“Elias,” I said softly. “Please take that thing off. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself.”

He sighed, and I could hear the weight of the world in that sound. It was like the collars were falling off his shoulders, and the robes disintegrated at our feet. Everything was said in that sigh. Everything he couldn’t voice. Relief.

“Okay…my key is inside the cross. I suppose it is only right for you to have it.”

I smiled and pulled him forward with his arms to my lips. He kissed me back, and before I got breathless and ruined the sweetness in the moment, I left him in the shower, taking off at a sprint to the crucifix in the center of the room.

It took me a while to find the hidden entrance, the wood being splintered and rough to touch. My body and towel were sopping wet, and the river I left in my search felt like parting the seas. Finally, I found my treasure, a small groove embedded into the wood hidden away from peoples’ eyes.

It was his key.

I had the key to his cage, and he had the key to my heart.

When I returned with my prize, Elias was standing in the shower like before. He looked refreshed. His hair was falling in waves around his face, the length much longer than I used to. His stubble was longer, too, and it took away all his boyish look, showing the man hidden behind it all.

“Arghh,” I said, staggering up to him, my back hunched, squinting my eyes like we used to do as kids.

He looked at my ridiculous posture and cracked up. His smile was brighter than every candle’s flame and every sun in the sky. He was radiant. He was mine.

“What are you doing, dork?” he snorted, shaking his head.

“I found the greatest treasure of all. A key, matey! Shall we see what it opens? Perhaps some booty?”

He responded with a full belly roll of laughter, and I loved seeing him so free. His cock bounced with his laughter, and the cage made a soft sound from the droplets of water raining down onto the metal.

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