The Lord's Prayer

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It had been a few months ever since Francis had left him. Alvin had constant flashbacks to the times they were together. For example, the time when they were jacking off each other in the chapel of their school. Or the time they got down and dirty in the music room.

'It was so hard to clean the stains after that' he chuckled to himself.

He sighed as he sat in his office, curtains closed as he held the one thing that Francis left him. His hair was unkept from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. His wrinkles reflected the years of non-stop stress. His only form of relief was Francis's tight asshole.

It was already quite late and he was going to pack up after a few minutes. Everyone had left the office and it was just him, sitting and pondering about random things.

He held the necklace in his hands. The jewel glimmering as he was deep in thought. The memories they shares together came flooding back in. Days spent at the mall, on the sofa back at home, life felt meaningless without him.

Then a knock came at his door. He quickly put the it back into the drawer.

"Come on in." He said, reverting back to his normal self. No need for others to worry for him. He was an independent man. However, he was suprised that there was still anyone left in the office. He was quite sure that all the teachers has left the building. The only people left were probably the school guards, but even they would eventually leave soon.

The door opened. For some reason he was still hoping that Francis would suddenly come in and that that would lead to something happening in his office.

Well obviously, he had his hopes up way too high. It wasnt the man he was longing for. It was the new trainee. Erone. His heart sunk in disappointment. He should have expected it, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. At least this one was eye candy.

Erone was looking as dashing as always, and if Alvin had met him before he met Francis, they would have already been in a relationship. His brown eyes reflected the glimmer of the sun that sneaked through the slightly ajar curtains that couldn't seem to close properly. His jawline was further accentuated by his smile that seemed to never simmer down. Hell, he even wondered if Erone had stopped smiling before. His steps were graceful, as if dancing a little routine that nobody knew the beat of except him. Everything about him was perfect.

He entered the room and closed the door, locking it and checking it twice. Sighing in relief, he turned back to Alvin, pushing his glasses back up with ease. Now, the poor man was confused. What in the world was Erone doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be back at the house they were sharing?

Many questions ran through his mind, but the only thing he could spit out was "what are you doing?"

He had a half confused and half surprised look on his face. He had hardly ever been caught off guard. Except for that time when Francis put in that vibrator on his cock. Or the time he experimented bondage play with Francis.

'Stop it! Stop thinking about it' Alvin thought to himself. Now wasn't the time to start fantasizing about Francis. He could do that in the privacy of his own room, not now.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, though. That was the most pleasuring thing that he had ever felt.

"Alvin.. Alvin.. Help me." Erone pleaded, his face filled with sweat and desperation. He looked almost.. vulnerable. Just the mere thought made Alvin's mind wander further again.

"What happened? Are you ok? " Alvin said calmly, coming back to his senses, not wanting to lower his guard again. He needed to think rationally. Now wasn't the time to be horny.