Scrumptious Romans

11 1 0
                                    

Ughghghghghg," Jesus groaned, "there's always so much traffic on these roads." Jesus was known for having really bad road rage, and that is why he still only had his rider's permit. Nonetheless, like the rebel he was, he still rode his donkey without a passenger with a license. "I am not like the other gods," Jesus declared when asked about his lack of donkey-steering skills. (Of course, another reason why he never got his rider's license was because of the desirable Roman guards that pulled him over.)
As if on command, Quintus pulled up beside him. "Oh my god, you never learn do you?"
Jesus got defensive. "Hey, leave my father out of this!"
"Someone is a bit tense today."
"Sorry, I was just with John. He always sets me in an irritable mood."
"Which John? There's John 1, John 2, John 3-"
"The one whom I love."
Quintus nodded to signal that he understood. "Well, I have some Jews to drive to bankruptcy so..."
"Oh yes, of course. I'll give you a night out with Christ aka me if you don't give me a ticket," Jesus said flirtatiously.
"Jesus, as tempting as that sounds, you know I'm dating Matthew. Our enemies-to-lovers trope is not to be messed with. And to think, historians will call us co-workers," Quintus chuckled a very deep and masculine chuckle.
Jesus rolled his eyes, "Fine. But when you're single just hit me up, okay?"
"Meh, perhaps." And with that, Quintus galloped away on his noble steed-donkey.
"Sheeesh," Jesus said, whilst admiring the view.

Jesus x John x NicodemusWhere stories live. Discover now