Devil at the Vatican (BL)

Chapter 3

The party finally died around 3 AM. The club was mostly empty at this point. Even the doorman had left. The bartender was busy cleaning up while Elio and others lazed in their same spot, drunk and giddy. The band continued playing the same slow song for the past thirty minutes. They seemed quite intoxicated as well, but they still sounded nice.

Elio and Fern kissed passionately for about five minutes until she threw up in her glass. His entire body was on fire, but her sex appeal failed when her guts could no longer handle her liquor.

So he sat with his head back and shirt halfway torn open from Fern's pawing.

"It's time to leave," Marvin said to the group.

They groaned in agreement.

"You good baby?" Andries asked Marie.

She frowned but nodded. "I'll take Fern home."

"William is with me," Marvin said. Their silent friend William was hunched over a stool, passed out.

"I got church boy," Andries said before kissing Marie. She nodded again.

They paired up, one sober person each. Elio knew he was intoxicated, but still somehow felt fine. He could've made it home alone, but oddly enough, he didn't want to.

He and Andries were the last to leave, waving goodbye to the others. They started walking through the woods. Elio was the only one of them that lived on a share-cropper farm. Marie's father was a teacher. Andries' parents owned their own farmland and produced specialized tobacco. Fern's daddy ran a store.

"Did you have fun?" Andries asked after about twenty minutes of silence.

Elio nodded. "Yes. True fun." He laughed and almost stumbled. Walking and talking was a bit of a challenge for his drunkenness.

"Glad to hear it. You like Fern?"

"She is a fine girl," Elio said. "But mama would never approve."

"Is it that serious?"

"Well she kissed me. I suppose so."

"You ain't gotta marry every person you kiss."

Elio eyed him. "You aint gonna marry Marie?"

Andries shrugged. "I guess I will. But she damn sure aint the only person I kissed."

They reached a small stream. Andries leapt across and held out a hand for Elio. Elio took his hand and wobbled. He then made an effort to jump across, but tripped. He fell against Andries, who caught him in a firm grip.

"Sorry," Elio said, trying to move away. How embarrassing.

Andries held him tighter against his body. His breath warmed Elio's cheeks. His face was serious.

Before Elio could react, Andries' lips were on his. Elio gasped and moaned, his pulse feeling like small explosions behind his ribs. A moan breathed from his mouth, surprising him. Andries gripped his face to prevent him from pulling away.

Elio clenched his eyes shut. Homosexuality was one of the worst sins. He knew this. Sophia said so. The Bible said so. Yet kissing Andries felt so...good. Too good.

Andries' dirty, sweaty, liquor smell. His hot muscular body. His heavy breathing. His entire being was intoxicating. It was dangerous. Elio felt at the edge of something unforgivable.

But he didn't stop Andries when he pushed him onto the ground and slid his tongue into his mouth. He didn't object when he tore open his shirt and kissed down to his chest. When Andries' teeth found Elio's nipple with a soft bite, Elio jumped and yelped.