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[holyposition]

I do. But I shouldn't. At least not in the chapel.

You want to spend the weekend with me?

[ 'Where people can see?' being the question underneath the question, but this is nice. He doesn't want to ruin it by pushing too far. ]

[homosexuals]

What, you don't want to christen your own handiwork? Seems fair after all you're putting into it.

Yeah, Skippy, I do. This place is a hell of a lot nicer than Rehoboth Beach - might as well start treating it that way.

[holyposition]

Absolutely not. We'll ruin the new finish.

Okay. That sounds like a fair trade. A weekend by the pool, with you. I'll have to find some swim trunks.

What do you want to do if it rains?

[homosexuals]

On the pews. Haven't you got a confessional?

I said optional for a reason. Skinny-dipping in private isn't a crime, is it?

Hadn't thought about that. There's an indoor one somewhere, but it's not really the same. Raincheck, then.

And maybe we take that trip to the library after all instead. There's a fireplace in there, last I heard. Cozy.

[holyposition]

I'm fixing that, too. It needs a new curtain.

I've been there a lot, when I'm not at the chapel. There's a fireplace, and some big, cozy chairs. I'll show you around. I can sit on your lap and read to you about the sixties.

[homosexuals]

Sounds like the perfect opportunity to test it out. I'll help.

Yeah? Sounds like we could be there awhile. I'll bring something to keep our appetites down. And maybe some wine.

[a mini picnic. sort of. basically a date, even if he's still gonna lock the door so they aren't interrupted.]

[holyposition]

Hawk! No sex in the chapel!

Maybe in the library.

[ Grinning and blushing and kicking his feet!! ]

[homosexuals]

Isn't the confessional a separate, sacred entity? I'm not really remembering, on account of - you know, a year.

Mm. Got that one down.

And the pool?

[holyposition]

Sacred, yes. That means you need to control yourself.

If we're alone. Sounds fun.

[ Just because he wants to be out doesn't mean he's an exhibitionist. The masses don't need the dirty details. ]

Did you know these things take pictures?

[homosexuals]

I'm controlling myself by not bending you in half over the altar. The confessional is the restraint.

You know, sometimes this place has a way of giving you what you want. I'm willing to bet we'll be on our own for awhile.

What, the...phones? Something you'd like to run by me, Mr. Laughlin?

[holyposition]

Hawk.

Maybe. Are you alone?

[homosexuals]

Skippy.

Yeah. I’m in my room.

booty in link

[holyposition]

[ Hawk is now the recipient of Tim's first dirty attachment! ]

Do you want to come to mine later?

1/2

[homosexuals]

Mother of god, Skip. Where did they cook that up?

Yeah, I wanna come to yours. Christ. Do I get to touch this time?

[homosexuals]

You look good enough to eat.

[holyposition]

I don't know. Found it in my dresser. You like it?

You can touch. You can eat too, if you want.

[homosexuals]

Yeah honey, I fucking love it. Might even make you keep it on the whole time.

Christ, well let me just drag myself and my third leg on over.

[holyposition]

[ Honey. That's new. And at first, it strikes Tim as odd. He can hear it in Hawk's voice and it sounds comfortable, sweet, thick with affection. Almost domestic.

He feels more vulnerable than he did taking a picture of his bare ass, but it's a good feeling. Rejuvenating, like the first warm day of spring, reminding you what the sun feels like on your skin. ]

Careful not to trip on it.