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[homosexuals]

How's the chapel coming along? Spend any more time there and people might think you're taking over as the priest.

[it's out of the blue and there are more important things he'd like to ask, but it seems as nonchalant as any a reason to reach out.]

[holyposition]

[ Hitting him up just for a chat is not at all discouraged, Hawk. ]

I'm starting to feel like one. There's a lot of people here that have issues with faith to work through.

You're welcome to help at any time, you know.

[homosexuals]

You don't say. Could have fooled me based on the attendance elsewhere.

[you know. the sex club in the basement.]

You're good at hearing people out and giving them a chance, though. Plenty here who probably appreciate it, even if they might not deserve it.

[oh.]

What, with the heavy lifting? Don't think I'm qualified to be giving anyone in a crisis of faith advice. I'll just tell 'em to walk out.

But I can be there. If you want.

[holyposition]

[ Especially because of the sex club in the basement! ]

Whoever might you mean?

The pews need refinishing, actually. Sanding and staining. Some of the pockets on the back are broken. Do rich people learn how to fix things, or do you hire someone for that?

[homosexuals]

There's one in particular, but I'm trying not to think about it.

[luci.]

Oh? Sounds like you need someone to work up a sweat in there.

Timothy Laughlin, that really wounds me. Are you calling me spoiled? I spent months in the army fixing up guns, cars, and leaky faucets when we had 'em. I'm handier than you think.

Though it is encouraged to hire someone who knows what the hell they're doing when it comes to renovations. I take it you don't trust the staff.

[holyposition]

[ He means YOU, Hawkins. ]

Sweat and grease and oil. I can picture it. :)

If the staff cared about this place, I wouldn't have to be the one fixing it. They're too busy cooking up some new horrors for us, I'm sure. And I like doing it. I can't sit around by the pool all day, I need something to do.

[homosexuals]

Yeah? You like what you're picturing? Think I can make that happen for you.

Fair enough. But how 'bout this - I'll help you fix up the pews and when it's all said and done, you spend a weekend by the pool. Clothing optional after dark.

[with him, which goes unsaid.]

[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.