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Benedict admitted he had never really been interested in influences of religion nor really believed in it himself being a Chemistry professor mainly, with teachings of English on the side which was a small passion he liked to indulge in. But when he heard one of his students talking about a 'well fit priest who flew over from America' had landed near him, he admitted he was interested. Purely because he had heard praise of this said priest for weeks now from the professors who work in the Religious Education sector of the university.
Apparently this so called 'wonder priest' had traveled around America preaching words of the Lord and also the fact that was a nice guy, people seemed to love him. Benedict couldn't help but roll his eyes at the fact this nice guy priest had the influence to make people listen to him from just a smile and a wink of the eye, which was why he had to check it out for himself.
After a long seminar on the bonds of chemicals and how molecules of a bond can sometimes break easily and sometimes can't, alongside mole calculations and atomic structures to the finer details, he decided to pack himself up slowly and heard the same girl from before talking about the priest and picked up on the fact that he was going to be at the church tonight giving some long speech. Giving that the church was only around the corner, Benedict could hardly resist his temptation to go have a peek.
In his usual professor attire he left the seminar room along with his books and belongings, he couldn't be bothered to really change to head to the church so he remained in his striped shirt, red tie and mustard yellow jumper with his blazer thrown over the top of it. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and set his stuff down in the boot of his red car before slamming it down and locking the car back up, ready to start the walk down to the church.
"Professor Cumberbatch?" A girls voice called out behind her, he turned around slowly to see the girl from her class who was talking about the 'well fit priest' her expression confused as to why he was here. "I didn't know you were interested in religion?"
"Ah, Susan, I'm not. I'm merely here to inspect on what the fuss is about." He replied smoothly, taking another breath from his cigarette, "I heard you and some others speaking about it so I thought why not, I had nothing better to do tonight."
Susan smiled slightly and nodded, as if she was also here on the same terms as he was. The university student turned and smiled when she saw the church doors opening. "Come on! Lets go get a seat!" And with that she bounded off like it was a cinema screening and she wanted front view. Benedict chuckled to himself and stubbed out his nasty habit on the floor before proceeding inside along with the rest of the crowd.
When Benedict got inside he quickly moved to a pew which was about halfway from the door and from the front which was a good enough view for him and felt people slide up next to him, their eagerness showing on their faces. The mumblings continued and the older woman next to him fumbled with rosary beads she held in her hand.
"Aren't you excited?" The woman asked, her small and plain face looking over to the professors. Benedict forced a tiny smile and tightly nodded, hoping she would buy it. The woman smiled and turned her attention back to the front where everyone's eyes seemed to suddenly draw to. Benedict followed everyone's gazes and saw a figure moving from the back of the hall up to the altar.
Everyone in the room fell silent and Benedict's eyes widened. The man stood at the altar fitted Susan's description of him perfectly, barely a day past 35, Benedict didn't expect the priest to be this young. He smiled sweetly to the crowd and nodded politely at them all, the professor could literally hear all the women swooning from the priests bright blue eyes gazing across them. He could see how bright they were even from this distance.
"Good afternoon." The priest began, his American voice was low and gravely as it echoed through the building. Benedict had never heard a room so silent, not even in his own seminars. "My name is Father Misha Collins, I originate from Massachusetts and as you all probably know, I have been traveling around America, and now England, to talk to the general public."
Benedict admitted he had an interest in men, he wasn't gay or strictly bisexual since his preferences always leaned towards women, but every now and again there would be one man to hook his attention, and Misha Collins was one of them. The professor urged the need to tug at his collar, feeling his tie was suddenly way too tight around his neck as he felt a small sweat starting to build on him.
He didn't know when he spaced out and stopped listening to the priest talk about God, but the low grumble of his voice still rang through Benedict's ears. The professor eventually undid his tie and let it hang loosely around his neck, he vaguely remembered the woman next to him saying "It is a little warm in here, isn't it?" but he didn't know if she was referring to the church temperature or the man at the altar.
Whilst the woman's thoughts were probably innocent and talking about the room humidity, Benedict's thoughts were most certainly the complete opposite as his eyes continued to be fixated on the priest. He could almost feel the sin of his thoughts pulsating through his blood. A man. A priest. Benedict struggled to keep himself calm in his seat, his body fidgeting enough to feel the people either side of him nudge away slightly to stop the annoyance.
It was better that they did or else they would feel the heat emanating from his body, his brow gathered a bead of sweat and his palms moistening too. His eyes wouldn't move and his thoughts wouldn't stray, the main thought of his hand grabbing onto the priests rough and bedhead like hair and tugging on it fiercely as his lips pressed along the holy mans stubbled jaw.
There were a thousand words that ran through Benedict's literary mind that could describe the priest despite never even exchanging words with him, unless they were in his mind and in the form of grunts and pleads.
But his mind started to become more of a blank as all blood ran south leaving the professor to try and tug his blazer off as naturally as possible and place it over his crotch, as if the thoughts weren't back enough within a holy building, he now had a hard-on in a room of over 300 people within a church, over a man of the lord.
He could almost taste the flames of hell descending onto him.
"And thank you all for listening." The priest finished whatever the hell he was talking about and suddenly Benedict was back in the room, everyone around him stood up to applaud the priest, wooing and whistling at the man but Benedict couldn't stand, he groaned and watched the people sat beside him glare down at him for looking ungrateful.
Benedict mouthed an apology and tapped his stomach as an excuse not to stand, better than explaining the bulge in his pants. Luckily the pews could be exited either side leaving Benedict to slide down to one side until the church hall was nearly empty. A few stayed behind to exchange words with the priest, to thank him, compliment how aspiring his words were before quickly leaving.
The professor sighed and slipped his blazer back on, feeling he was safe to leave and lifted himself from the pew and heading for the church doors. "What took you so long to move?" The low voice brought Benedict to a halt, the sound of the priests tone hitting something hard in his body. Benedict turned and smiled slightly, his hand patting his stomach.
"I apologize, I had pretty bad stomach pains..." Father Collins laughed and tugged at his clerical collar, loosening it. Benedict gulped quietly and diverted his eyes to the floor, a wall, anywhere but the priests face.
"We're my talks that bad that is gave you stomach pains?" The priest laughed again and crossed his arms, Benedict laughed along to himself and shook his head.
"No, no, of course not. Your talks were pretty inspiring." The professor lied, the only thing that was probably inspiring through the priests speech was the way he moved and licked his lips, inspiring Benedict's cock to it's own standing ovation.
Misha nodded slowly and raised his eyebrow slowly, Benedict suddenly felt a pit of fear in him as if the priest had seen right through his bull crap. "Really? What did you find so inspiring? My eyes? My lips? Or maybe it was the way I ran my fingers smoothly down the page of the book I was reading from?"
Shit.
"I don't know---"
"I know you're a professor from the nearby university. I popped in to see the Religious Education staff and saw you in the Chemistry rooms." Misha smirked at the fluster the professor was suddenly in, Benedict felt his mouth pop open and close like a fish, trying to search for a response but the priest had him already.
Benedict composed himself and ran a hand through his short hair, his heartbeat thumping too loud in his chest for his liking. "I came here to inspect, can't a man be curious?" The priest shrugged and walked forward slowly, his hands tucked in his black slacks and his eyes fixated solely on the professors own ice blues. The American stopped when their faces were barely inches apart, the smirk still stuck on Misha's face.
"Oh you can be curious alright." Misha leaned in slightly until the skin of their lips were barely touching, "Professor." He whispered, the small whispered breath from the priests mouth playing along Benedict's dry lips.
The professor stood his ground despite his fingers twitching to take the man there and then but forced them to stick by his side. His own lips parted slightly to speak but the priest swiftly moved a finger to Benedict's lips and quietly 'shhing' him before moving back and spreading a small smirk once again.
Benedict closed his eyes and felt his blood rushing again, his body too tensed to do anything about it, the bulge in his pants before returned with speed. Misha moved his finger and replaced it with his thumb, running it slowly along Benedict's lower lip. "Tell me professor. What are you thinking about?" Benedict opened his eyes again slowly to see the priest licking his own lips.
"You're a man... of the Lord, you're a priest you shouldn't be---" His own voice cut him off, his throat dry from nerves, arousal, tension, everything left him without a voice. Misha merely shrugged again and slid a thigh between Benedict's legs, his face nearing the professors once more.
"Shh." The priest growled, his thigh grinding upwards slightly making the other man flinch. "Don't you worry about that professor, come on, tell me, what are you thinking?"
Benedict panted slightly and swallowed as many times as necessary until he felt he would be able to speak, his eyes staring into the holy man's. "Misha..."
"No, no, no. Father. Call me Father." Misha whispered, his thumb idly stroking along the professors chiseled cheekbone.
Benedict swallowed again, his mouth starting to dry everytime he wanted to speak. "Father... I'm thinking of taking you, pulling at your hair, kissing along your stubble and..."
Misha ground his thigh up once more and heard the other man grunt slightly. "And?"
"And..." Benedict felt himself start to smile slightly, his hand's finally pulling out of their stiffened and tense state as they rested on Misha's hips, grabbing him firmly and in one swift movement the priest had his back up against a wall and Benedict's body pinning him down, his own voice a low growl. "Fucking you over the very altar you spoke from."
The Father couldn't help but groan from Benedict's voice, the low growl of his voice sent a shiver through his spine. Before Misha even had time to say something back Benedict already had his lips on the priests, their grunts and pants warming the space between them, their tongue lapping against each other in quick fired passion.
Benedict shrugged his blazer to the floor and tugged his mustard yellow jumper off, barely leaving the priests lips for a second before it was on the floor along with the jacket. Misha followed quickly in removing his clothes, the collar and black shirt being plucked from his own body, tearing and ripping buttons off as he threw it off. The professor smirked against the other mans lips and did the same until their bare chests smoothed against one another.
Benedict pulled his lips away, to catch his breath and scoffed a small laugh out, his hand running over Misha's chest. "Jesus Christ..." The priest smiled and shook his head.
"Nope, Misha Collins, but I know it's easy to mistake that with me." Both of them panted out laughs before the Father tugs on the belt of Benedict's trousers. "You're as hard as a rock in there, surely it hurts." Benedict smirked and moved his hips forward, rolling them against Misha's, making the other man hitch in breath.
"I say that makes two of us, Father." Misha tutted and started to pull on his own belt, sliding it off and watching the professor do the same. The priest swiftly moved himself until Benedict's back was against the wall, a firm hand on his chest keeping him in place. His other hand made quick work of Benedict's trousers until they were down and out of the way, Misha slowly sunk to his knees and rid himself oh his own trousers.
"What a pretty lil' sight." Misha said softly, adding emphasis to his American accent as he ran a finger over the outline of the professors covered erection. Benedict hissed slightly and watched the priest press his lips lightly on the base, kissing up the length lightly and flicking his tongue as he went, drowning in the pleasure of hearing the man above him try and hide his grunts and hisses.
His fingers pulled at the top of Benedict's boxers and dragged them down slowly, hearing a small sigh of relief when his cock was out of the fabric. Misha hummed slightly and wrapped slender fingers around the base and slid the up, his mouth moving to the tip and enveloping the length of the cock as his fingers slid back downwards.
Benedict groaned and arched his back slightly, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. The priest picked up his speed as he let his tongue run along the underside and his hand massaging the balls, dragging out more moans from above him. "Father... Father!"
Misha pulled his mouth away slowly and palmed his own hard-on as he stood up and peeled off his own boxers. "You were enjoying that too much for my taste." The priest smirked and grabbed Benedict's hand, wrapping it around his own cock. "Let me have a taste of pleasure, Professor."
Their lips met again as Benedict pumped his hand around Misha's cock, the priest gasping and moaning into the professors mouth, his hips fucking up into Benedict's hand trying to find more friction. Benedict moved his mouth away and nodded behind Misha. "Altar." He panted out, his hand letting go of the priest.
The Father didn't need to be told twice, a smirk spread over his face as he grabbed Benedict's hand and lead him to the altar, their bodies stopping in between to kiss and grind as they went.
When they got to the altar Benedict took no time in bending the priest over it and fucking his hard-on over the base of Misha's back.The professor snaked his fingers into Misha's mouth and felt the Father's tongue flick out and roll along them, moistening them up quickly and groaning against them.
"You'll be the death of me Father." Benedict whispered as he pulled his fingers out and inserted one into Misha's hole slowly, hearing a mix of reactions from the priests mouth of hisses and grunts. He entered a second and third, stretching the man in front of him and hearing low curses bleed from Misha's mouth. "Such a dirty mouth for such a holy man."
Misha forced out a laugh and felt his fingers grip the edges of the altar. "You'd be surprised, professor." Benedict smirked and moved himself behind the priest, lubing himself up and pushing the head of his cock against Misha's hole before pushing himself in slowly. "Ah, yes!" Misha hissed, the slowly burning adding to his pleasure.
When Benedict felt himself in all the way he leaned himself over and grabbed onto the priests hair, pulling his head up and kissing his stubbled jaw before his hips started to move back and forth. Misha panted and cried out, his nails digging more and more into the altar. "Is it like... you wanted it?"
The professor sped himself up and his grip at the priests hair tightened, the slapping of skin together filling the wide silence of the room. "Even better." Benedict hissed into Misha's ear as he felt the man under him thrusting himself back, trying to get himself deeper.
Benedict moved his hand around and stroked his hand along Misha quickly in the time their fucking, the priest started crying out the name of the Lord, his mouth muttering more curses and swearing in his pleasure. "Jesus, fuck, professor, I'm going to fucking explode!"
Misha cried out once more and released himself over Benedict's hand and the floor, his gasps and pants breathed out against the cool metal of the altar as he felt the professor pull out. "Open up Father." Benedict commanded behind him, flipping the priest over and pushing him back to his knees.
"Hmm, gladly." Misha licked his lips slowly, rolling his tongue along his lower lip and opened his mouth as Benedict edged forward and pumped himself hard, heavy grunts leaving his lips as he felt himself come over the priests face and mouth. Misha smirked and wiped the contents into his mouth before swallowing with a satisfying hum. "Lovely."
Benedict smiled and bent down, kissing the priest on the lips and tasting the leftover salty taste on the other mans lips. "Amazing." The professor whispered, they both moved after more passionate kissing and dressed themselves.
Misha smiled and kissed the professor quickly as they headed outside of the church. "You know what Professor Cumberbatch?" Benedict adjusted his tie again as they headed back towards the university.
"What, Father?" The priest smirked to himself and winked at the professor.
The Hollow Man. [[Oneshot]] {BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/John, NC-17}
Title: The Hollow Man. [[Oneshot]]
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: Smutty Sherlock/John oneshot. Sherlock has other ideas in mind and calls John off work one morning. Title and a few lines yoinked from the God that is T.S. Eliot.
