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If there is one thing Joshua hates the most in Church, it is cleaning duty after the mass. Not to get him wrong, he loves coming to Church, a habit instilled in him by his family that
as
God-loving Koreans, going to the Church is a must. But getting stuck with cleaning duty, no matter how devout he is, really is annoying for him.
What is worse, the pastor's son, Seokmin, bosses him around. Since he is unofficially the lead in the choir and often stays back to practice in the empty place, the pastor gave him the job of overseeing Joshua cleaning up everything.
He
was asked
to help him, but
honestly,
why would Seokmin lose this chance to boss around Joshua to do everything?
He does the job anyway, letting Seokmin direct Joshua around. He does his duties well because he doesn't want any complaints reaching back home. His mom will pick him up in the evening, after lunch
so
he knows the faster he gets to clean, the more time he will have to roam around and hang out with his friends. It’s hard work
but
, really, what can Joshua do?
While Joshua is cleaning up everything, he can see Seokmin practising on the grand piano by the chapel. He wants to scoff; is he trying to show off? That he can play the piano? Even Joshua can play the guitar but he doesn't go flaunting his skills everywhere? Joshua sneers mentally and bends down to wipe down the benches.He gets up and puts the cleaning supplies away before giving the chapel a last look around. Everything looks clean and glowing, ready for the next service. He grins at his work sufficiently done and looks around to tell Seokmin that he is done with the cleaning. Finally, he can go and meet his friends and eat some good food.
"Joshua, I think you missed this spot here," Seokmin comes from behind him
all of a sudden
and points to some place at the foot of the bench. Joshua wanted to choke Seokmin
but
unfortunately, he was in the place of God and having such thoughts was not at all pious. He cannot
be accused
of
shirking
. “Thank you for helping,” he smiles soullessly, his smile as aggravated as ever. “It’s such a big help that you came here and are looking at my work and criticising my cleaning, even though you are supposed to help me out by actually cleaning the Church.”
“I love my church,” Seokmin responds cheerfully, even smirking at Joshua. “I’d do anything to keep it good and ready for worship.” Forgive me, Father, for I am about to commit violence in this place... "Isn't laziness a sin? Should I tell my father that you are lazing around?" Joshua huffed and bent down again with the cloth to wipe down the stains. He really did not want a complaint going back to his mother or else, he would miss out on the free time he gets before dinner.
All of a sudden, Seokmin comes near him, barely touching him and grabs his neck, holding tight as he spins him around and pushes him against his crotch. Joshua tried pushing him away, horrified that Seokmin would do such things, even as a joke. "We are in the Church, for God's sake." Joshua gasped in horror as he accidentally took the Lord's name in vain.
"Tsk, tsk. Another strike for you
...
What next? Are you going to be angry at me as well?"
Joshua's eyes welled up in tears.
He knew that Seokmin would snitch on him
and
he could kiss his happiness away. His mother had always been rigid on him
and
criticisms from the Church would make her stricter. Seokmin wanted to laugh at his face
, once
confident
, has now fallen
in fear.
"You have been tempting me ever since you started cleaning."
"How? I was only cleaning! Stop accusing me of all this."
Seokmin looked down on him, eyes squinting ever so slightly, "These slacks of yours, whenever you bend, show off your body. Is this not showing off?" Joshua gasped as he realised what he had done. "Is it not lust on your part to show off and try to deviate
me
as well from performing and practising?"
Joshua was almost in tears
, meanwhile
, Seokmin was laughing within. It was so easy to manipulate the innocent.
He was happy his father
gave
him the duty to clean the chapel for the day.
“My Joshua, you should not overwork yourself, even for the Lord. Everything must be in temperance.” Joshua scrambled so that he was on his knees, almost
in a state
to repent. Looking up at Seokmin like this
just
makes Seokmin think more sinful thoughts.
How would Joshua look up at him while he sucked on his cock?
“I’m so sorry!”
Joshua says in near tears
but
Seokmin just sighs softly and pats his head, almost mockingly. "Please allow me to confess my sins. I need to repent!" Seokmin
was happy everything was
going according to his plan.
“You’re at an age when you think of things like this. It is not new that teenagers such as you are highly motivated by lust,” Seokmin starts gently. “It’s all right. Is there something specific you want from me? Should I tell your mother?"
"
Please
no!" Joshua shot up and lightly hit Seokmin's crotch. Seokmin's hold on Joshua's neck did not loosen even
for a moment
. Seokmin looked at him with
eyes dark
, "Not my mother, please! I'll do whatever you want to do!" Well, that was easy.
"Come to confessional with me. I think I can help you out somehow." Joshua deep down knew it could've been a bait, what does Seokmin even know, but he also knew that he would take over his father sooner or later, and he must have been trained as the pastor. He opened the door and sat in silence, hoping nothing would reach his mother.
"So Joshua, what seems to be the issue here?" Seokmin sits across him and starts. Joshua nervously confesses about feeling lust and laziness. "I did not mean to do it willingly. I never thought this would've been me. But please forgive me, Lord."
"Are you saying
that you
are above all and would never feel these sins, Joshua?" Seokmin gasped, making Joshua just about to burst into tears.
"Because
to me,
it sounds like you think you are immune to such things."
"Pastor, I did not mean it like this!" A strong hand opens the curtain recklessly, and Seokmin grabs his neck, trying to threaten him. "Are you saying I am now lying?" Joshua could feel tears coat his cheeks.
Seokmin, tired of Joshua just crying and not replying to him properly, opens the confessional door and drags him out of there,
just
to slam him against the small room. Joshua whimpered at the sensation, pleasure overcoming pain, and Seokmin would be lying if the noise didn't affect him.
"Now tell me properly, what plagues your mind, Joshua? I'll help you out."
Seokmin presses his hands against Joshua's chest, feeling him up as Joshua nervously shivers out
,
"I have unholy thoughts about corruption and lust towards..." Joshua
breathed
out as Seokmin
bit
his earlobe.
He can’t say it, even when Seokmin
is asking so
nicely and doesn’t seem angry.
As the silence continues, and Seokmin continues to unbutton his shirt and open his slacks' button, he takes his hand back from Joshua's neck, but only so he can open his pants. He had shed his choir robe much earlier. His belt hangs down as
long,
as his nimble fingers go to open his pants. “Is this what you want?” Seokmin asks
and
Joshua's eyes are locked in on him as he pulls his cock free.
Now Joshua knows this is wrong. To do such activities in the place where the Lord
is prayed
to is
wrong
, but he
knows,
that if he agrees to do all this, nothing will leave the Church. Seokmin has a reputation for being the
nicest
person in the neighbourhood and among their community in general. So
no
one will agree with the things he will be saying against Seokmin, how he is technically forcing him to perform such deviant acts in a chapel where people pray. Joshua might as well die.
Seokmin sees Joshua slowly slide down and push himself up on his knees, and touches Seokmin's cock. It’s only a little
hard
but
still
sits heavy on his palm. One hand starts to stroke along the shaft
and
the other goes to brace his hip so he can get his mouth on Seokmin. Seokmin lets him take it at his own pace, watching as his lips slide further down the hard cock. Seokmin moans a little at how well Joshua fills his mouth with him. But he was getting a little impatient.
"I will assume you have expertise in such an area, do you not, Joshua?" Seokmin asks as Joshua is licking him akin to candy, his eyes widening and trying to deny such an accusation. Seokmin laughed, "But aren't you not the one sucking me off like
a,
pardon my language, whore." Joshua tried taking the cock out of his mouth to refute the statement, but as soon as the head
passes
his lips, Seokmin thrusts in.
“Good boy,” Seokmin says, petting Joshua's hair as he takes him deep. “The Lord has graced you with a talent for this, Joshua. Don't lie.” He ruthlessly fucks Joshua's mouth, unmindful of the way he is gagging, with drool slicking his lips and running down his chin. Joshua's eyes were producing tears he did not realise as the saltiness mixed with his spit. Seokmin couldn't be any more delighted. To see such an innocent boy turn into a mess because of his cock, of all things, Seokmin could come from this alone.
Joshua, on the other hand, was scared to the bone.
He knew that he had to endure it
or
Seokmin would probably spread lies to everyone in the neighbourhood
and
he would be outcasted by all.
Seokmin held his head in one hand and pushed him till his head hit the confessional wall, holding him there with his other hand choking him as he fucks his mouth ruthlessly.
"Look at you, Joshua. Such a filth in the Church. Do you want Him to see you like this,
debauched,
and sinning with lust?" Joshua gasped
and
his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as the lack of oxygen made him incoherent. He arched his back, pushing back against the wall as Seokmin tightened his chokehold.
Seokmin saw
the way
Joshua turned red and slowly purple with the lack of air, so he let him be, harshly pulling out and letting Joshua breathe. He coughed out with snot flying everywhere and spit decorating the floor of the chapel. Seokmin wanted to freeze this moment in a picture and lock it so
that
he
could be the only one to see him like this. Joshua glared at him as he tried to wipe his face with the sleeves of his shirt.
"Is this enough? Will you let me go?" Joshua hoarsely cried out. Seokmin wanted to feel pity on him, but something in the way he looked so
pure
even after being covered in bodily
fluids
made him want to
feel
him in ways no one else could. Seokmin slapped him and yanked him towards him by his hair. "We are done when I say we are. Just because I stopped you before you could pass out did not mean we are done for now."
With that, Seokmin yanked his hair towards him again and choked him again, with the free hand tugging on his cock to chase his release. Joshua moaned as Seokmin came all over his face with a groan, some of it going in his nose and covering his eyes, his head feeling faint with the lack of oxygen again. He could feel his eyes closing, tears mixing with the cum Seokmin so gladly covered him in, and passed out as he heard Seokmin's voice, "You did well
, I
won't tell if you don't."
Joshua woke up on the sorry excuse of a couch
they had
in one of the makeup rooms. It
was the result of
a very drunk Mingyu losing every single bet in one of the after-parties and buying a second-hand couch for the makeup artists to sit on rather than the bean bags Chan was suggesting. The
couch
was not that bad, as it was huge enough to have almost 13 people sit on it, maybe not comfortably, but regardless, it was
a great
place for a nap.
"Woke up, sleepy head?" Seokmin's voice filled the room. Joshua smiled at him. "How long was I out for?" Joshua
was handed
a water bottle and a plate of cut apple. Seokmin ruffled his hair and replied, "Just under an hour. I'm surprised you slept a bit longer than usual."
Joshua munched on the apples, surprised at the sweetness. Someone in Seungcheol's family had sent him apples
and
of course, being the giving person he is, he got a few of them for his friends as well. "Maybe your hands are that good. Put me right to sleep." Seokmin laughed as he collected their belongings. "Did you clean alone?"
"Seungkwan came after I put you here. He saw me wiping the confessional area and shrieked and,
well
let's
just
say he is not going to come to our house any time soon." Joshua laughed. "How much do you want to bet he is going to come over the minute the play gets over and eat dinner with us?"
"I'm not betting on something that is going to happen for sure. Anyways, burritos for dinner?"
"Hell yeah. My throat hurts and I need something soft."
Seokmin looked at Joshua and smirked, "Do you know what is not soft?"
Joshua simply threw the water bottle at him.
And if anyone checked the CCTV footage of what happened that evening on the stage, then I guess that person would be the one to go to Church to actually confess to voyeurism...