“Hot…” Arik complained. He’d managed to get an entire day with Benedikt, but he couldn’t bear to touch him. There were no windows in the bedroom and the oppressive summer heat had nowhere to go. Just the thought of adding to that heat by touching something warm was too much to bear. They had already taken a cold shower together and Arik had bent over and let Benedikt fuck him while the water ran down his back. It had been pleasurable and sensual, but the humid air of summer seemed to make it harder to stay cool and dry. So they sat together in silence in the bedroom, Arik lying naked on the bed, Benedikt sitting on the floor in his undershirt and cotton pants. Arik thought about the shower and the way their feet looked below him as Benedikt thrust in and out of his ass, the small rivulets running past their arches. It gave him an idea. He hopped off the bed, the sound of bedsprings making Benedikt look up from his reading.
“Be right back.” Arik said. He walked into the kitchen, still naked, aware of the way Benedikt watched him. Dirty old man, Arik thought to himself, and he smiled at the thought of it. He loved having things that he shouldn’t have. In another life, Arik would have filled this apartment with stolen goods and unobtainable men. For now, he filled it with the sound of running water and bare feet on wood floors. He returned to the bedroom with two glasses of water.
“Thank you.” Benedikt said with a smile. He reached up for the glass and was pushed away.
“No, stay there.” Arik said. He sat down on the bed and put one glass on the bedside table before he placed his bare foot on Benedikt’s mouth.
“Open wide.” Arik teased. Benedikt opened up and took as many of Arik’s toes into his mouth as he could. Arik giggled as Benedikt’s sticky tongue pressed against the tips of his toes. Arik poured a small of water down his bare calf, the water running down his feet and a small amount trickling into Benedikt’s mouth. Benedikt coughed, then managed to wrap his mouth around Arik’s toes and swallow. Arik laughed. Benedikt’s hazel eyes looked up at him, as if he was an obedient puppy waiting for his next command.
“You look good like that.” Arik said. “Do you want more?”
Benedikt nodded, keeping Arik’s foot in his mouth. He opened up and obediently waited as Arik poured the water slowly, enjoying the way it cooled him off as it traveled down the top of his foot and into Benedikt’s waiting mouth or dribbled off the side onto his cotton pants, making wet stains all along his crotch. Benedikt didn’t seem to notice the crotch stains, he only had eyes for Arik and the glass of water. Soon it was empty and Arik removed his foot. The big toe was wet and wrinkled.
“Do you need more?” Arik asked.
“Sure.” Benedikt said with a nod. Arik was struck by how silly this would look if someone burst into the apartment – the older priest with his greying hair sitting below a young student as if he was worshipping him and him alone. Bad for Benedikt’s soul. He’d probably have a lot of confessing to do on Sunday. Today, he only had to confess to one God: Arik. Arik stuck his fingers inside Benedikt’s mouth and pried it open.
“Put your hands together if you want a drink.” Arik said.
Benedikt pressed them together as if he was praying. Arik took a sip from the second glass before spitting it into Benedikt’s mouth. He released it so Benedikt could swallow it down. Disgusting. Wasn’t that what Arik’s sister Agnes told him? That it was disgusting that he’d lie with a man when there were hundreds of good Jewish girls who would love to be with a studious Jewish boy? Arik had never been with any of them, he’d only been with the people his family liked least of all. Imagine what Agnes would say if she knew he was sleeping with a priest, a Catholic priest. She would hate it. Arik loved it and more importantly, Benedikt loved it. Why else would Benedikt keep his hands clasped together as he sucked down each mouthful Arik spat into his mouth? Why else would he keep his eyes locked on Arik as Arik pulled and prodded at his mouth?
“Are you hot?” Arik asked as he released Benedikt’s tongue.
“Yes.” Benedikt said.
Arik took a sip and spat the water on Benedikt’s face. Benedikt flinched and the sight of it made Arik laugh.
“Did that help?” Arik asked.
Benedikt wiped his face off.
“A little.” Benedikt said. He placed his hand on Arik’s bare thigh.
“Didn’t you say you were hot too?” Benedikt asked, his lips beginning to curl into a grin.
“Wanna help?” Arik said with a smile as he placed the water glass on the bedside table.
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