Classic Rock Shorts

Deacury: Criminal

Freddie lays on the hill John cuddles against his side, "You know this is wrong.." John whispers feeling Freddie's hands roam over his body.

"I love being wrong then." Freddie whispers softly passionately, kissing him, roaming his hands on the younger man's backside.

John felt his body shudder as he kissed Freddie back the older man pulls him closer as the stars shine bright but clouds were slowly rolling in. He touches his cheek and sadly pulls away, "I'm only a field away." Freddie whispers standing up as they hear a noise.

The town of Shiloh, was entirely Anti LGBTQ+ they had to hide their relationship heavily. They have little safe moments together which are becoming fewer and fewer. 

"We were born sick." John whispers, putting a cold hand against his cheek not wanting to leave his love behind. He felt Fred's heated breath against his face, John grabs Fred by one of his suspender straps and kisses him passionately. He felt the roughness of Freddie's beard rub against his bare cheek.

"The only heaven I got is when I'm with you." Freddie whispers forcing himself away wanting to feel more of John. 

Wanting to keep him in his arms. And hold him tight. Keep him close forever.

John works for the church and Freddie attends the church even if he isn't the same religion.... a new poison each week. 
It was hard being in a homophobic town and being a immigrant. They make sure to blend in by worshiping heavily and "dating" women..... Aka  paying a few women to be their girlfriends. The two bought houses that were a field away from each other and they worked on their farming. Everything was going smooth no one suspected anything right? 

Freddie was waiting to be dragged away; he had been caught dating a white woman named Mary. He didn't stick to his own race and he knew that was sinful enough but lord if the town ever found out about him and John? He would have to flee the very same hour while a huge ass witch hunt would be conducted. He can almost feel the burn of ropes dig into his skin as stones hit him and it makes him shudder to think such a thing but he knows what the town is like.

Freddie and John part ways like they've been doing each night since they started dating five years ago with lingering eyes and a yearning for each other. Freddie assumes it will be like any other night; they kiss goodbye and head back to their homes, only a field away never too far apart. Freddie greets his cat, Chester as he kicks the door behind him closed. 

"Hey buddy. Did you miss daddy?" Freddie asks.

Loud intense purring comes from Chester and Freddie laughs as he gets dinner started, "My lover's got humor..." Freddie whispers then frowns, "She's the giggle at a funeral...Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshiped her sooner....If the Heavens ever did speak.... H- She's the last true mouthpiece." he tells his old cat scratching behind Chester's ears.

The stew almost smelled heavenly the sign of a good cook was in the kitchen or  complete luck. Freddie got a cutesy little flowery designed bowl down for his stew and prepared to get a nice beer from the fridge when he heard the commotion of a century happening outside his house. Freddie peers out as the rain sprinkles gingerly down a small bonfire, it was blazed, two men guard it, Father Daniel and his son Abe,l he has a older brother but Freddie doesn't see him anywhere.

They had a bonfire going in the centre of the field. No masters or kings when the ritual begins

Freddie rushes out there his boots almost slipping in the mud, "Father! Father, what is the matter?!" one of his straps was dangling off his shoulder now, Chester his beloved kitty was at his feet mud covered now.

"There's a nasty disgusting faggot right under our noses." Father Daniel sneers, "We're going to get rid of him." a big smirk comes onto his face, "Wanna joi-"