"Turn.. it.. off..." Elder McKinley mumbles, his voice full of frustration, his fingernails raking against the table.
The gay thoughts started to flood his brain again.
He just wanted to kiss Kevin and never let him go. He wanted long nights, where they stayed up doing cute things, and not so cute things, he wanted to sneak into his bed and suprised him with a soft kiss on the cheek. He wanted to hold hands, snuggle, kiss, anything.
But that's wrong. His brain yells back at him. Heavenly Father wants men with women.
Elder McKinley bangs his head on the table.
"Hey, are you alright?" Elder Poptarts asks, coming up behind Elder McKinley.
"No." Elder McKinley groans back. "I keep on getting all these gross, intrusive, sinful thoughts."
"If you just snap your wrist with a rubber band, it'll go away." Elder Poptarts says. "I did that when I kept on being gluttonous and eating too many poptarts."
That sure worked. Elder McKinley thinks, exhausted, then he sighs, "I guess I'll try it."
Elder Poptarts softly flicks a rubber band at him, and Elder McKinley picks it up, putting it on his wrist.
He gently snaps it.
That didn't do anything. He thinks, and snaps it again, harder. It stings, but doesn't do anything. So he sits and snaps it harder, and harder, and harder, and harder.
Elder McKinley snaps the rubber band against his wrist for awhile until he has to go do other things. The rest of the day is normal, except the occasional band snap.
Finally, he gets some time to rest. He sits down in the living room, and reads, occasionally snapping the band. Elder McKinley's eyes simply flicker past the large welts on his wrist. He snaps the band again, and Elder Price walks in.
Elder McKinley blushes, the thoughts filling his head again, and he starts to snap the band furiously, so many welts forming that a whole portion seems swollen.
"E-elder Mckinley, what are you doing?" Elder Price asks, looking at Elder McKinley's wrist.
"N-nothing!" Elder McKinley stutters, his whole body feeling hot. He starts to snap the band more and more, until brises form.
Elder price grabs Elder McKinley's wrist, and Elder McKinley pulls the band back and snaps it so hard it breaks, and he bleeds even more.
"Stop that!" Elder Price yells, and pulls a small first aid kit out of his pocket. He gently wipes his arm down with isopropyl alchohol and asks, "Why were you doing that?"
"Elder Poptarts told me it'd help get rid of intrusive thoughts..." Elder McKinley whimpers.
"Don't listen to him." Elder Price laughs. "Just turn them off."
"I can't just turn them off anymore...." Elder McKinley mumbles, "If I do they come back way worse..."
"They might go away if you tell me about them." Elder Price says kindly, and sits down on the couch next to Connor.
"Are you sure?" Connor says, his voice wavering. Kevin nods.
"Okay..." Connor mumbles. "Well sometimes I feel all tingly and hot when I see you, and I want to hug you and hold your hand..."
"Oh, it's okay to feel strongly about me, I am like an older brother to most of the Elders." Kevin laughs, and pats Connor on the shoulder.
"N-not like that..." Connor mumbles. "Then I think about you touching me... there... and doing bad things..."
Kevin looks at Connor, wide eyed and terrified.
"And then I feel all tingly and hot down there and I feel really nasty..." Connor holds his face in his hands, blushing harder. "And I just want it to go away..."
"Well, I mean, I heard it goes away if you do it." Elder Price mumbles, and holds Elder McKinley's hand. "B-but none of that nasty stuff!" He stutters, his cheeks turning red.
Elder McKinley holds Elder Price's hand, squeezing it tightly, and blushing.
Elder Price hugs Elder McKinley tightly, and Elder McKinley blushes even harder, hoping Elder Price doesn't feel a certain something pushing up against him.
Elder McKinley pushes Elder Price down onto the couch. "I know you might not like this at first, but I need to..." He moans breathily.
Elder Price just nods and looks away, blushing.
Elder McKinley grinds up against him, pressing his bulge against Elder Price's.
Elder Price bites his lip, trying to hold in a moan.
"K-kevin..." Connor moans.
Kevin moans softly, and then covers his mouth with his hands. "What if someone sees?" He gasps, out of breath, and blushing bright red.
"We can go into the dorm, nobody's in there." Connor says, standing up. He pulls Kevin by his hand into the dorm.
"I want you in me..." Connor says, pushing Kevin onto the bed.
"Wh-what?" Kevin confusedly says, bucking his hips softly as Connor's bulge presses up against his.
"Just let me do the work." Connor replies, his voice breathy and weak. He pulls off Kevin's pants and his own, then unbuttons both of their shirts. He slowly and teasingly slides his mouth over Kevin's member and quickly off, sliding it into himself.
Kevin covers his mouth with his hand, and moans.
"Kevin... oh my god..." Connor moans, and carefully moves up, and slowly back down.
"E-elder Mckinley... a-ah..." Kevin moans into his hand.
"Call me Connor." Connor says, pushes Kevin's hand away, and kisses him.
Kevin, innocently not knowing how to kiss, lets Connor dominate him.
Connor slowly bucks his hips and bounces up and down on Kevin's dick.
Kevin softly moans, his back arching, and his hands grabbing the fabric of his bed, which softly creaks under them.
"C-connor...I-I'm gonna..." Kevin moans, biting his lip, closing his eyes tight, and letting out a muffled, feminine moan before cumming.
Connor puts his arms around Kevin's shoulders, and kisses him, stilling bouncing up and down on his dick.
"That was a big one..." Connor laughs a bit, then continues to let out soft moans. "Was that your first time ever cumming?"
"What-ing?" Kevin asks, and then mumbles, "Do you mean ejaculating?"
Connor smiles, and says, "Yes, sweety, but that's the scientific term."
"Oh, okay." Kevin replies quickly, his voice full of embarrassment.
Connor closes his eyes and moans, "Ah... you're so big..." and them cums.
Kevin flinches a bit and stares down at the white splatter all over his chest. "So that's what it looks like..." Kevin says, and wipes a bit off his chin and upper lip.
"I see you don't swallow then." Connor jokes as he watches Kevin wipe it off onto the sheets.
Connor gets off him and says, "Looks like we're showering early."
A/N: IDEA FROM bee__tea
