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“Doll. You are a special case.” He remindedh im. He took his hand and walked out. He was ready to get out of here. He hadn’t been on a vacay in a while and couldn’t wait to get out and explore. He headed towards the parking lot. “Hey, smile. Don’t worry so much. I promise hell isn’t that bad.” He bumped against his shoulder. “Plus, I will be there and I’m cute.”

Kevin smiled a little brighter at that, taking everything he said at face value, simply because he always had a genuine trust in people.  And he felt strangely powerful with a hand in his as he walked around, no matter how wrong he'd been taught it was his whole life.  "I'm not worried.  I'm...curious," Kevin landed on eventually.  He laughed softly.  "You are cute.  Probably the only person cute enough to tempt me off of my godly path."  Kevin figured that would make Trace some kind of agent of Satan if looked at in the right light, but Kevin more saw of it as a different path.  Maybe not the godly one, but not necessarily hell.  He didn't think hell could feel this nice.

Trace laughed when he said hard. “You poor thing. We will have more time for you to sin.” He took his hand and lead him out of the place. He went to check out and write down he would be taking tomorrow off.He would call tomorrow afternoon to suggest another day off. THEY owed him days off.He took Franks slack all the time. Plus, he was valuable to the ride. He turned to Kevin and smile. “Alright, let’s go.”

Kevin laughed and ducked his head, feeling his blush grow when Trace joined in laughing.  It was so strange, he'd worked so hard to keep himself to this ridiculously high standard of living, and he never really thought anything of it before.  He had never even had the smallest desire to put his toe out of line.  But now with all the possibilities...he couldn't tear himself away.  Maybe this was what his parents had always been so worried about, and why they'd been beside themselves when he'd been sent somewhere in the US and not some outskirts of some third world country somewhere. Guilt was starting to creep in, just a little at the edges of his mind, but he squeezed tighter to Trace's hand and it slipped away. "Are you this sweet to all the naive boys you find, or am I a special case?"

Trace kissed Kevin deeply. He moaned around his lips and tongue. He sat up when he had an idea. “We should go to the train station. They have a buy one get one free until five. We can save money on shopping, because like .. buying train tickets is super dull.” He pet his sides. “Let’s go. We can have this on the train.”He got off Kevin and went to fish around for his shirt. “Eee. This is so scandalous for you. How do you feel ?”

Kevin was breathing hard when Trace pulled back and he had to work a bit to find a smile because every fiber of his body said that more kiss was definitely what should be happening now. "That sounds good," he said when he could, reaching up and trying to push his hair back down where it had started to spring out of place.  "As long ad we can...you know.  Again."  He laughed and shook his head.  "I feel like I'm living someone else's life right now.  I...I'll probably feel guilty later but it's hard right now when I'm...so...excited.  I guess," Kevin finally settled on, a flush crossing his cheeks.

Trace could finally feel Kevin’s reaction. He was worried at first that he wouldn’t get hard. He found it amusing to get a mormon hard. He ran his hand up his stomach and laid back on his side. He used Kevin’s crotch as relief to his cock. He moved his hips and aligned himself back vertically with Kevin. He lean in and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Yeah, really good?"He ran his hand up his shirt. He rubbed Kevin’s nipples. He knew Kevin must be senstive. He tilted his head deepen the kiss.

Kevin tried to keep quiet, because for some reason that seemed like the polite thing to do.  But he couldn't stop himself the more Trace moved against him and let out a soft moan, his fingers digging into Trace's sides as she slid back over him.  "Yeah," he breathed, his hands finding purchase on Trace's lower back.  "Oh," he moaned out in surprise at how strangely good it felt for Trace to rub over his nipples, his eyes widening.  There was so much he didn't understand.  He moaned softly against Trace's mouth and kissed him back hard, pressing his tongue into Trace's mouth.  

“SHHHHHHHH.” He put a finger to the male’s lips. “Basically, everything is fun. You make it fun. Alight Jesus freak?“ He shifted his hips and pressed his groins to the male’s in a scissoring type fashion. He had his right leg over the male’s hip. The other behing the male’s lower back. His right hip facing towards Kevins chest. He started to slowly move his hips back and forth.His hips going from one thigh to  the other.He looked down in Kevin’s eyes. He wanted Kevin so get a side view of how his body moved. He moaned and tossed his head back. "mmm.. Kevin. you doing ok, baby?”

"Alright," Kevin relented with a small laugh, finding that he didn't find the nickname as bad now as he had the previous day.  It just seemed fun now.  Almost affectionate.  He didn't get to think about it very long though, because then Trace started to move against him.  He would have thought that getting hard again wouldn't happen again so soon, but it started to happen anyway, his breath coming short with each brush of their hips against each other.  He didn't know where to put his hands at first, and just watched Trace move, drinking in the line of his body and how he moved.  He seemed in more beautiful in side view, and Kevin let his eyes trace down the lines of his profile and down his throat, over  the planes of his chest and lower.  "Yeah," he stuttered out, half a sigh and half a moan.  He reached out and let one hand play over the taut muscles of Trace's stomach, the other sliding over the curve of his ass lightly, just testing. "I'm really good."

Kevin could feel that pressure starting to build behind his ears, like the weight of all the things he was supposed to do and the person he was supposed to be was starting to close in.  It was so difficult to try and keep it at bay, but the more he touched Trace, the better he felt.  The more quiet his head felt.  Kevin knew the second they parted it would rush into him like an oncoming train he he wouldn't know what to do after that.  Or who he'd be.  But as long as he kept it away, he could breathe and stay here and feel safe.  "Sorry," he said with a small, bashful smile.  "I'm a little overzealous.  About this.  I just don't want to...go back to my life I guess."  He let out a pleased little shudder when Trace rolled over on top of him, his eyes going wide and dark again.  "Okay," he said, grinning.  "It may be junior high, but I wasn't even holding hands with anyone then, so this is all pretty...amazing."  Kevin frowned then, at a sudden intrusive thought, "That probably makes me seem really boring doesn't it?  I bet your other boyfriends actually know what they're doing. Not that I'm... I mean..."  He winced and closed his eyes.  "Can we just go back to kissing and forget I talked?"

Kevin knew he really did have a lot of stuff he was supposed to do, but he'd blown off most of today, so why not tomorrow to?  He'd never rebelled against anything in his entire life, and he thought maybe it was time to start.  "I don't have anything I'd rather do tomorrow," he said, smiling happily.  "Beach today and Disneyland tomorrow." He let his lips hover over the smooth plane of Trace's chest before dropping a kiss there.  Each new touch made him feel that much more bold, that much more secure in what his desires had been telling him for years but he never let himself know.

Trace looked over at him and nodded. He slid his fingers through the male’s hair. “Good, let’s just live in the moment, yeah?” He rubbed the male’s arm. “We should go to the beach. Do you ever just enjoy the beach?” He asked. “Like be one with it and shit? Naked in the ocean. Ever done it?”

Kevin let out a little laugh and shook his head, testing the waters and dragging his fingers lightly down Trace's chest.  "I've never actually been to the beach.  I keep meaning to go, but I don't know.  I get a little..anxious about it.  All that water."  He laughed. "That's dumb right?  I just spent all my life in Utah before I came here."

Trace wrapped his arms around Kevin. “ you make me sound like Disney land. How can something that makes you feel at peace be wrong.” He ran his fingers up and down the males arm. “ you’re adorable. I think you’d be happier if you’d be honest with yourself. Did people remeber Jesus with what ship he was with or that he was really awesome and healed blinde people.”

Kevin let out a soft laugh and nodded.  "I think you got the important parts."  He closed his eyes and just let himself feel that warm sensation of Trace's hands sliding up and down his arm, sighing a little.  "I don't feel wrong right now.  I just know it is.  Everything I've ever known says it is."  He opened his eyes and looked at Trace, a small smile starting to grow.  "But I don't know if I care very much right now."

“It matters what you think. My god made you with a voice.” He whispered. He kissed his head. “I don’t think God is anywhere you don’t feel like peace. ” He knew he probably shouldn’t talk about God, because he never stepped into a church in his life. Once because he thought it was a fancy bath house once. “How did you feel when you kissed me?”

Kevin closed his eyes when he felt Trace's lips press against his head and leaned against him.  He forgot trying to be strong for a moment and curled up against his side, wrapping his arms around his waist.  "It was magical," he said, his words almost a whisper.  "I'm afraid when I leave it will all be some dream I had.  And you won't have existed at all."  He looked up at Trace and kissed him again, just lightly, on the lips.  "I think I've felt more peace in the last few minutes than I have in my whole life."

“No need to freak out. Just enjoy this. Do you think God made love? ” He sat up and looked down at Kevin. “I do. I think he made love and didn’t put it in a gender. You canlove anything. Do you think it’s a sin to love nature?  To love your dad? To love your brother? ” He ran his finger over his forehead and looked at Kevin’s mouth.

Kevin sighed and put his face in his hands, trying to center himself. And not think of the world he had to go back to.  "I don't think it matters what I think," Kevin said when he lifted his head.  He gave Trace a small smile, that grew when Trace's finger slid over his forehead.  "I have...obligations.  To my family. It's never been about what I want.  I hardly even know what that would be if I even had a choice." He took one of his hands and laid it over Trace's.  "You make it look so easy."

Trace laughed. “The last I heard you thought I was beautiful.” He put his shirt back on and sat up. He laid back on the bed and looked up at the floor bed up the top bunk ahead of him. He folded his hands over his chest and took in a deep breath. He reached over and took the Elder’s hand. “How are you feeling?” He asked. He really did care about how that made the male feel.

"And I still do," Kevin said, his smile turning a little embarrassed.  He ran his fingers over his hair, trying to straighten it.  "It's an inside and out kind of sentiment," he said after a small silence, and then laughed, covering his face with one hand.  "Um.  I'm okay?  I'm sure I'll start freaking out about my eternal soul later, but right now I feel pretty great."

Trace couldn’t help but feel accomplished when Kevin came. He didn’t have to work hard.He moaned and undid his pants.He removed them as he looked into his eyes. He casually jerked his cock at his expense. “Yeah, hold on.” He bit his lower lip as he came quickly. He relaxed against the mattress. “How.. was it?” He asked. He tilted his head over to look Kevin over. “See.. you didn’t go to hell. It’s fine."He pet his chest. "You know.. you’re not so bad looking.. ”

Kevin closed his eyes and breathed harshly, feeling that stickiness in his pants and feeling a strange combination of excited and ashamed.  He opened his eyes when he felt the cot move and shuddered at the sight, watching Trace jerking off, his eyes locking with his.  Kevin felt his cock give one last jerk, trying to get hard again at the fact that Trace was doing that and looking at him while he did it.  Kevin had to close his eyes again when Trace came, feeling incredibly overwhelmed.  "I...I haven't...Nothing had ever felt like that."  He knew he was stumbling over his words, but he didn't know how to stop from doing so.  "Oh.  Thank you," Kevin said, laughing a little.  "You already know what I think of you."

“God, you are so cute.” He kissed his lips. He took a deep breath. He reached down and cupped his buldge. He rubbed his crotch. He wanted to get the male off. He looked into his eyes. He let out a soft gasp when he said he was beautiful. “Oh you naive, precious.” He kissed his nose. “Don’t change. Don’t ..” He knew that the male just had heart eyes because he was his first. If he had more experience, he wouldn’t be thinking trace was beautiful. He used his palm to add friction to his hardness.

Kevin let out a low moan when Trace's hand slid over his hardness, his hips jerking up to meet it.  He felt his eyes grow wider and he gripped hard to Trace's shoulders, his lips parted, sucking in a hard breath.  "You are though," he said, his voice trembling a little as his hips started to jerk a little more erratically.  Kevin never even really touched himself, not often, because it made him have bad dreams and he always felt like a sinner after, so even this was more than what he was used to. When Trace added a little more friction, that was all it took to bring him over the edge, a soft cry leaving him as he did.  Kevin flushed bright and closed his eyes, feeling embarrassed and exposed, despite having all of his clothes on still.  "Oh my God."

"Oh," Kevin said, trying to act like he had any idea what that really entailed when he really didn't.  He only had vague knowledge of what sex meant between men and women, and this was entirely new territory.  Not that he was going to have sex.  Even if his body was acting like it really, really was.  He shuddered and his body seemed to move of it's own accord, rolling up against Trace every time he rolled down.  "I'm...yeah.  Okay," he said, though he didn't sound as sure as wanted to.  "I just...I don't know about this stuff."  He flushed.  "And if you, um.  Keep doing that I'm going to- and my pants-  and I just...really like kissing you," he finished, his voice small.   Kevin felt another one of those rushes of boldness and leaned in and kissed Trace again.  "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

Originally posted by oerudito

Kevin wondered if this was one of those little things that he kept telling himself didn't exist.  That it feeling like this, being this attracted to a man was one of those things he'd always known but kept pushing down and down and down until it almost didn't exist anymore.  Denial had always been the way.  He remembered locking  himself in his room and crying the day his father had decided he was marrying Rachel and he'd never even understood why he'd felt so desperate in those moments, so trapped.  Maybe he'd been trapped so long he forgot what being free felt like.  He felt that now, and he didn't want it to stop.  Kevin wanted to stay in this moment for as long as he could have it.  He almost whimpered when he felt hands on his ass, surprised at the jolt it sent through his body.  His eyes widened as he was pushed back and he looked up at Trace with an uncertain smile.  "Oh my God," he called out suddenly, when Trace rubbed them together.  It had been different to feel it as a separate thing with his hand, but pressed up against him it was so much more erotic than he could imagine.  He could feel himself growing harder with it, his eyes rolling slightly in his head. "Hi," he squeaked out, his lips trembling a little.  "What...what are we doing?"

Originally posted by platanoypapaya

Kevin let out a soft laugh, surprising himself.  "Maybe I am," he said, then laughed again.  He was sure it would all come crashing down on top of his head at some point and he'd freak out and try to crawl back to Utah, but right now he just felt a warm kind of delight.  Because this made more sense then years of religious studies being pounded into his head. "What are you-" he started to say when Trace lifted off his shirt, but the actual sight took his breath away.  He sucked in a shaky breath, feeling a slight shiver down his spine when Trace laid his hand against his chest, and gasped openly when his other hand was laid on the bulge in his pants.  "I..oh," he stuttered, and pulled his hand back, just a little.  But then Trace was kissing him again and he pressed his hand back down, moaning into it.  Touching him like this made him aware of his own bodily reactions and it made him feel even more wild, like he was on the edge of some precipice and was about to go over.