Continuing to pepper kisses on his neck, your hand travels down his heaving chest and to the aching bulge in his slacks. Teasing the seam of his pocket, you dip your hand in slowly. โFuck!โ He shivers out another moan. Your finger slides up and down the tent of his hardening shaft before dipping deeper. He chokes out a whine, his Adamโs apple stuttering against your lips. You fish out his rosary and bring it between both your lips.
โPray.โ Your hot breaths mingle with the beads you clutched in your hands between you two. His hazy, lust-filled eyes fluttered at you.
โY-Yes, okay,โ He nods hastily as he takes the rosary from you. You continued to kiss him, each one sloppier than the last. The old stubble on him pricked your lips. โDear God,โ He exclaims with hot tears streaming down his face in fear and thirst.
โGoddess.โ You correct, biting gently as if to perpetuate the correction. He sobs out a groan as he nods and fixes himself. Jud continues to mutter insincere prayers, his mind a fog with the way your fingertips danced against his fair skin. He shuddered as he felt you tug gently on his belt and pants. Another tear rolls down his cheek as he sees you descend onto your knees. His mouth falls agape as you look at him through your lashes while your hands worked idly to slide the waistband of his boxers down.
โDid I tell you to stop?โ The slightest twitch in your eyebrow when you asked him earned a throb in his cock. Continuing his prayer, his eyes focus on how your tongue swiped over your lips. It created a shine that awakened urges Jud had long forgotten about. That innocent look of your pouty lips had Jud wanting to paint your pretty face with his cum. His prayer is interrupted with a yelp when he feels your smaller hand wrap around his thick shaft. His words were completely incoherent with how many hiccups and moans he let out. The grip on the beads tightened, the cross indenting into his skin.
โHail, M-Mary- ngh! Full of grace- hah!โ You let your spit dribble onto his tip. The poor man was already drunk off sex before you could even give him a proper taste of your touch. โOh my God,โ You give him a squeeze, making him jerk slightly. โG-Goddess.โ He sighs. Satisfied, you give him a well-deserved lick from his tip down to his base where a handful of tidy curls sat. His throat was completely sore with every whimper. โHail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thโfuck!โ The sensation of his sensitive, leaky tip meeting the back of your throat already had him on edge. When you gagged, the constriction and pulse sent pure bliss through his cock.
โNghhโForgive me, Goddess.โ One hand finds the hair draped over your shoulder. He grips it tight as he spills into your mouth.
A/N: guys i have no motivation to write so pls take my small offering of an old drabble fic i found in my notes app
Summary: A day of holiness and prayer turned into moments of sinful lust (based on this post)
ย Pairing: Jud Duplenticy x f!reader
ย WC: 3.7k
ย CW: Blasphemy, improper use of holy ashes, body marking, corruption, piv sex, needy and crying sub!Jud nghhh,
ย A/N: guys pls spare me every person i ask to beta-read ghosts me so im working with what i got. also writerโs block is beating my ass and all i can think about is josh oโconnor. this was supposed to be released in feb if you couldnโt tellย
The pews of the church filled with people, others opting to stand on the sidelines. Luckily for you, you were able to catch a seat up front. You were never really religious, or ever believed in it for that matter. But since the shift from Wicks to Jud, something tugged at you to finally join the church. Still not quite a believer, but intrigued nonetheless. No one could blame you for it; Jud was a fine manโundeniably. But of course one that was completely off limits. Not that it stopped you from thinking about him in ways that made the devil blush anyway.
Today was supposedly a very important day; Ash Wednesday, a day of repentance. Guilt was never in the cards for youโbeing non-believer and all that. To you, this was just another mass, no weight lifted or dragged upon you. The only thing remotely close to being so, was the gaze of Father Jud.
You frequented the front and center bench, to which Judโs gaze comfortably landed upon during his homily. Well, it was either that or he could hear every dirty thought you formed. Even within the confines of a sacred place, no amount of holiness could cease the thoughts from free flowing.
Jud grew familiar with your presence, often searching the bustling crowds that entered the church for your face. There became unspoken tension that stirred beneath the surface. Shared looks, skin brushing against skin when you received the body and blood of Christ.
The way youโd look at him was almost predatory, conjuring feelings within him he couldnโt begin to comprehend. Any familial or romantic attachments were forbidden and even foreign to Jud. But his devotion in the Lord wavered when you were near. Any and all ideas of purity was paid no mind.
No different from any other day, his stark blue eyes drew to you. His hands would clench the edges of the podium and quiver as they rose, lacking its usual grace. Fingernails dug into his palms as he focused on the way your chin dipped slightly as you looked at him, your gaze intimidatingly hot.
His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. He hastily plays it off as losing his spot in the page in front of him. His head bows as he continues to fraudulently search. Shyly, he looks up to see you once more. This time, your head was tilted slightly.
The subtle movement was silently degrading, rousing a long familiar ache in his loins. He finally stammers out quote from the page, rounding his focus back to his sermon.
His gaze never set upon you again. Only until it was inevitable.
With open arms, he gestures to the church to stand. Complying, the church members stood and fell into line to receive the ashes. Following behind the others, you feel the priestโs eyes bore into you.
This was the moment that mattered most on a day like this. One where most would be focusing on their greatest sin to repent for. Yes that, not how the holy man before you was staring like you owed him your body and soul.
Judโs fingers tightened around the bowl in his hands as your eyes lock. One by one, the church emptied, each person leaving with their heart lighter and their soul cleansed.
By the time it was your turn, you purposely stood just an inch closer to push the invisible boundary. There was a moment of hesitation as you stood toe to toe. A quiet exhale escapes him before he dips his thumb into the ash.
His hands were weathered, like those of a carpenterโs. Veins swelled beneath his fine skin in shades of violet, blue, and green. You could only imagine how his strong hands would feel on you. Holding you the way he did with his rosary when praying for others.
His mouth was parted slightly as his mind committed every mole on your face to memory. The unbroken face to face contact was unfitting for the situation. A holy routine, performed by the face of one who seemed to treat the exchange like an intimate moment. Lips agape like a moan would take its place, and eyebrows furrowed the way only lewd acts could pull.
His hand shook as he brought his thumb up your forehead. The pad of his finger was hot against your skin. He touched you with such delicacy, as if touching you any more would burn him. โRepent and believe in the Gospel.โ His voice teemed with insincerity and disdain.
โAmen.โ You stood your ground a second longer than necessary, but enough to watch his nostrils flare. Once you finally walk away, you throw another look over your shoulder.
Gaze trailing down his body, you notice the way his slacks bulged slightly.
His grip on the bowl in his hands tightened to the point he anticipated itโd shatter any second. Redirecting himself, he smiles politely at the member in front of him.
Not long after, Jud finally has a moment to himself. He whispers prayers into the deafening silence of the chapel. Repeated like a broken record, he begged for forgiveness as he rutted against the edge of the altar.
โForgive me Father for IโFuck.โ Breathy whines echo through the corridor. He couldnโt bring himself to think of the consequences if someone saw him like this. The horror of you already knowing of his erection during mass was enough.
White linens draped across the shrine fisted in his hand, pretending it was the fabric of your frilly dress. He imagined hiking up the fabric and grinding against you. Letting out a particularly loud cry, it seemed to have summoned the worst.
โExcuse me, Fatherโ Jud freezes, his already hot body now burning. He recognized that sultry sweet voice.
Casually flattening out the crumpled up cloth, he turns around to face you. There was no way to confirm or deny what you just witnessed.
Beetroot red with embarrassment, he clasps his hands together and flashes a formal smile. โWhat?โ What do you need he meant to say, but it felt like he was choking on thorns; his words came out gruff. He wished nothing more than to be invisible at this very moment.
Your heels clacked against the tile as you approached him slowly. โAre you alright, Father?โ In an attempt to back away, he corners himself against the Communion table. His jaw falls open to respond but nothing is said. Another step towards him and heโs already trembling.
โDonโt.โ His voice lacked the firmness he intended. Ignoring his plea, you advance toward him until you stood toe to toe once more. Your cold stare fueled his desire. His head turned to the side. The last he needed was to face the woman who had him in a state he feared the Lord to see him in.
โPlease.โ He whispered futilely. His Adamโs apple bobbed, bringing attention to the tattoo that disappeared into his robes.
โWhat are you so scared of?โ Your voice was similar to that of a sirenโs call. Slowly turning to meet your eyes, Jud licks his lips. His mind drew a blank.
โYou make me feel things I shouldnโt.โ He shook his head as if to convince himself of his own words. Every centimeter closer you moved had him throbbing in his pants.
โWhat do you want?โ He spat with just enough venom to get you to stop approaching while also igniting your interest. Once a high and holy man, reduced to a poor one who didnโt even know where to put his hands.
โIs this really what I do to you?โ You couldnโt contain the smirk that threatened to pull at your lips. Your words were a welcoming invite that promised a faux heavenโor was it a faux hell, he couldnโt tell anymore. All he knew was how much he wanted you at this very moment. โWell, clearly that and more if you had to find release on an altar.โ
Jud whines at the reminder. โWhat do you wantโ He repeats again, looking up at you like a kicked puppy.
โI think you know what I want, Father Jud.โ The use of his title in such a profane situation had him making a complete fool of himself. Without even touching him, he was already writhing under your presence.
A light sheen of sweat formed on his forehead. You cornered him like a predator hunting its prey, reaching a hand out like a sharp claw. Shutting his eyes, he feels the habitual fit of his Roman collar loosen. Hesitantly, he opens his eyes to find yours focused on his neck.
As a priest, Jud was well aware of the attention the ink engraved into his skin drew. But clueless and eager to please, he reluctantly tugs his black collar down to provide a better view.
โI uhm, itโs quite old. An impulsive decision I made when Iโahh!โ Your lips press against the green-aged tattoo.
Jud quickly grips your arm, his back arched and tensed against the edge of the altar. โPlease, pleasestop.โ The sounds of his moans bounced off the walls of the church, creating a perfectly pornographic hymn. โOhโoh.โ
Your fingertips danced against his black shirt, soon finding the buttons to undo. Following suit, your lips kiss down his neck, to his collarbones, and to his chest.
Each button undone revealed more secrets of his past. Tattoos he never bothered to get rid of and scars that never fully healed.
You let the shirt fall to the floor, his toned and tainted body now in all its glory. โWhy would a handsome thing like you ever wanna hide this?โ
His throat constricts in excitement as his eyes flutter. He looked anywhere but your direction, far too embarrassed and turned on than heโd like to admit.
You traced the tattoos that marked his shoulder and the scars along his ribs. Each brush of delicacy made him whimper quietly.
You pressed yourself close to him, your own leg slotted between his own. Your finger reaches to guide him to face you. There was a silent moment of agreement before you pressed a gentle kiss against his rough lips.
His stubble scratched at your opposed soft cheeks. He kisses back, starting gentle and holding back. Until your thigh rubbed insistently against his bulge, only then he kissed you harder. His lips merged against the curve of your own. He kissed you with such reverence, as if to combine your burning desires.
In a fit of passion, your teeth sunk into his lower lip. Earning a particularly lewd moan, his hips jerk against you. He pulls away shocked and red in the face. His chest heaved in sync with your own.
He squirms in attempt to move away from you before you place a hand on his hip to pin him to the altar. โP-please, I shouldnโt be doing this.โ This time he sounded more feverish.
You scoff at his futile whines. Your thigh pressed against his own two harder, pulling a throaty moan from him. He nervously scrambles to cover his crotch with his hands, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
Curiously, you remove your knee and brushed your fingers against his forearm, urging him to remove his hands. With quiet reluctance, his hands shy away to reveal a wet patch on his slacks.
โI havenโt even touched you properly.โ It was fairly obvious Jud hadnโt been touched in so long he came himself out of excitement, but sparing him the embarrassment was no fun.
With his wet crotch on display for you, hiding it now was useless. Instead, he buries his face in his hands. His neck and the tips of ears turned a dusty shade of red. โI bet your poor cock is feeling so neglected right now, isnโt it Father?โ
The sense of fake sympathy in your tone had Jud leaking more of himself into his briefs. Everything about this was awfully condescending and debauched. But every lowly look and comment from you had him throbbing. He just couldnโt help it.
Jud was utterly speechless; he couldnโt bring himself to embarrass himself anymoreโeven if it did get him off.
โWhat a slut.โ You chuckle. The sound sent a pang through the pit in his stomach to his hard-on. With a choked sob, he thrusts against nothing, missing the warmth of your leg against him. He was helpless without your guidance.
โWhat am I to do with you now?โ You tap your chin sardonically. The smirk on your lips tug into a greater curl as you spot the silver bowl of excess ashes from earlier. Moving without warning, the built warm atmosphere between you two dissolves, leaving Jud to whine noisily.
โWait wait wait, please. Donโt leave me, please Iโll- Iโll do anything.โ He didnโt know what to do with himself. On the verge of tears and falling to your feet, he grips the table behind him. He feared touching you unsolicited. You couldnโt help but only laugh at his pleas.
Reaching for the bowl, you return to your spot in front of him. โWhat are you going to do with that?โ He pants. Your silence killed him; the anticipation was too much.
His eyes follow your thumb as it dipped into the black mass. He bites his lip, watching every twitch of your expression and bodily movement.
โRemember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.โ Your finger swipes against his chest. Jud arches his back into your touch. He watches as you continuously bring more ashes to his chest, one drag after another. The feeling of your finger pad against him burned a memory into his skin. Instead of feeling cleansed, each stroke signified dirty, filthy sins committed.
Looking down at your thumb covered in ash, you point it up to his mouth. โLick.โ You demand. With an averse nod, he sucks gently at your thumb. The bitter taste of the soot mingled with the salty taste of flesh on his tongue. Satisfied, you remove your finger and took a step back to admire your handiwork.
SLUT, the words smeared across his chest read. Ignorant to your work, he looks up at you with wide, trusting eyes. โReal fitting,โ He opens his mouth to speak but you quickly fill the space between his lips with your tongue. You delve deep into a passionate kiss. Hands felt up your body, finding familiarity and comfort in the curves of your hips and waist.
Your own hands danced around the tone muscle of his torso. They trailed down his waist to his hips. Your body followed along, traveling down south till your hands squeezed his tensing thighs.
With his lips finally free, he asks, โWhatโs it say?โ His words were awfully quiet, yet they still seemed to bounce off the walls of the cathedral. Your hot hands unbuckle the cool metal of his belt, yanking off his pants enough to see his swollen cock emerge from his waistband.
โSlut.โ A moan slips from him at the way you said it. It sounded so vulgar, more degrading than the way it smeared across his chest.
His pink-flushed tip leaks with opaque pre-cum. Dripping evidence of his desperation for you, falling onto the sleek leather of his shoes. Your thumb swipes along his slit, jerking him off slowly. Your palm glides along his slick skin, his breath hitching. With your free hand, you find your way under your frilly dress to hook your thumb into the elastic band of your panties to pull down.
Jud was too lost in the way your wrist churned him to notice the dual movement of your hands. It wasnโt until your hand left him and the cool air of the church hit him and your dress was hiked up to reveal your mound. The act was so innocently sinful. Showing off such an intimate part of yourself that was once hidden by a pure white cloth.
Hunger consumed him. His hands were on you in an instant, holding your face as he kissed you. All you could do was hold him back; his teeth knocked against yours in a desperate hurry. Lips caught between bites, fingers laced between hairs. โTastes so, so good.โ He practically drooled.
His hands suddenly found the underside of your thighs, lifting you with ease to sit you onto the table behind you. He pulls away to admire the mess of your hair and the swollen red of your lips. Your dress flips up as he inspects the wet, puffy folds of your sex. โChrist, youโre soaked..โ Heโs absolutely astounded at the look of you.
He positions you close to the edge, his right scrambling to grab hold of his cock. You clench around nothing as his tip nudges against your entrance. With a final pleading look into your eyes, you give a nod. His eyes never leave yours as his hips inch towards your own. His jaw falls open as he struggles to fit into the tightness of your pussy.
All that left his mouth were prayers. Prayers of mercy under your name. He babbles mindlessly as he thrusts into you slowly.
โYouโre so fuckinโ good, I canโt help myself. Shouldnโt be doing thisโat all.โ The last thing Jud could admit was how much the reminder of how wicked these acts were turned him on. His eyelids drooped as his hips finally met yours. Your face scrunched in pleasure, eyes shutting tight. A string of repeated curses and his name fall from your lips.
The stretch was borderline unbearable. Judd wasnโt exactly long, but hellโwas he thick. Your pussy fluttered around his cock that invaded spaces of pleasure you werenโt even aware of until now.
His fingers grip you roughly to steady himself from fucking you senseless. You guide one of his hands to rub your clit. He looks at you with big trusting eyes as he rubs tight, firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. โYes, fuck.โ You sigh, your head tilted back.
His focus shifts to every part of you. From the way you clenched around him when he rubbed just right, to the sweat droplets that ran down the column of your throat. Your moans were angelic hymns to his sinner ears.
โโM I doing good?โ His thumb switches between slow up and down strokes to faster circles around your clit. Slick and sweat clung to your bodies, highlighting every slap obscenely. The wetness of your pussy echoed in Judโs ears like a driving force.
You held the back of his neck, pulling him closer to reserve the heat between your bodies. โDoing so fuckin good for me.โ At that he lets out a hefty groan.
Your tongue darts out and licks the shell of his reddening ear. You continue to whisper dirty praises that have him crying to meet your hips with every lazy thrust.
He sighs hot air into your neck. โYou keep this up I donโt think I can hold on for much longerโ Even as it felt as if needles left his throat as he talked, he still managed a stifled laugh. He was only half joking anyway. Not even God could blame him with the way your tongue danced around the dips and nooks of his ear like a skilled ballerina.
His head pulls away to meet your eyes. They gleamed a sinister color, beaming vividly when they trailed down to the writing on his chest. By now, itโd faded into a faint runny mess. Sweat stuck and lumped the streaks of ashes. But clear as day, the letters still spelt out his sin.
The pounding of skin against skin thumped against his eardrums. His cock ached and twitched within you. The curve of him hit you just right, spilling more of yourself over his thighs. Slick and pulsing, you had him absolutely pussy-drunk. His mind was mush, his legs jelly. His thrusts became ragged and uneven.
With a dissatisfied whine, you grip the wrist of his hand that threatened to lay limp against your clit. โYou keep this up I wonโt let you come.โ He pouts at you and mumbles a lazy yesโm before his thumb is pinching and circling your clit and his hips are snapping against yours with hard, sharp thrusts.
Your head falls back in tandem with his heavy hips slapping against yours. The look of your neckโso perfect, unmarked and untouchedโsent Judโs brain to spiral. Without a second thought his lips latch onto your skin. They suck gently at first before biting. With every thrust his teeth bit harder until your voice cried his name hoarsely.
โโM sorry, โm so sorry.โ He moaned as his drool wets your neck. The way your throat bobbed against his silken tongue had him teetering just on edge. โCan I come? Please, Iโve been so good.โ His thrusting quickens by a hair. He was so far gone, his own body was beginning to betray him.
You shake your head, humming a firm mm-mm. โMake me come first.โ By the looks of your fucked-out face, Jud anticipated your orgasm soon. No longer bothering to correct his tempo, he resorts to more emphasized thrusts. His lips glistened with his drool, gradually pooling on his lower lip. With his jaw slack, he lets the saliva trickle until it hits your clit like molten.
Your mouth fell open as a moan escapes, smirking as his finger worked his spit and your fluids around your nub. Looking up to see your proud expression, Jud feels a sense of pride that sends a wave of pleasure through his dick.
โI c-canโtโโ A tear falls down the side of his face, his breaths becoming more labored. You ignore his pleas, leaning up to lick the salty drop from his skin.
At the same time the gentle curl of his cock hits you just right, unexpectedly sending youย over the edge.
With a newfound purpose, Jud could sense his impending orgasm. His sweat sleeked palm slipped from your hip, making you lose balance on the table beneath you. He panted and pleaded like a dog. His chin was tucked into his neck, admiring the way the lips of your pussy kissed the base of his cock.
Your finger traced the remnants of dust across his chest, sending a shiver down his spine and making him arch against your touch. โLook at you, a mess. Pathetic slut.โ That did it.
One final thrust and his body limped over yours as he spilled himself into you. With a satisfied sigh, he lifts his head from your neck to meet your eyes.
โTh-Thank you.โ He keeps himself buried in you as he leans in for another kiss.
A/N: me after writing more fics rather than continuing the ones that have people filling my inbox with requests forย
jealous, hot and heavy sex with tommy and praising the shit outta him because he was feelin a little possessive and insecure after the way joel was sweet talking you at the bar
pervy oldman!joel fucking you with your own dildo because itโs โbetter than corrupting you with his own dickโ
After months of eye-fucking and a shit ton of home-baked goods, you finally got the old man in your bedroom. It wasnโt like either of you were playing hard to get, Joel was just stubborn. Refused to give in to the growing ache in his heartโand other places. Usually heโd take whatever goods you made him and shy away back into his house. But today was different. Today, he couldnโt resist that gleam in your eyes when he opened the door.
ย He stood with his hands deep in the pockets of his worn work jeans, a telltale reminder of how out of place he was in your bedroom. All girly and untouched, a reflection of you. Heโs pulled out of his thoughts when your lips meet his. Soft and delicate against his ownโdry and filled of dirt and profanity he wouldnโt dare to get on you. It was a wonder to him why youโd even take another look in his direction.
ย Your tongues press firmly together. The poor man hasnโt kissed in so long, he was like a poor virgin just barely grasping the ropes. โFuckinโ slow down,โ he almost pleas. With a sinister giggle, you quietly refuse as you pull him by his old flannel and onto the plush, pink sheets of your bed.
ย โIโve slowed long enough,โ You sigh as you kiss down the rugged stubble against his face and neck. He groans and fists at your shirt. His heart raced for many, many reasons. For one, years in construction and zero pussy gets you like a puddle in bed in a snap. And two, he felt wrong and dirty for even accepting the first batch of cookies you made him. He knew what you were getting at, but fuck. He was only a man; a reasonable one at that. Who was gonna turn down a sweet thing like you in tiny shorts with a box of warmed goods?
ย โGonโ give me a heart attack, girl.โ He sighs as he watches your smaller hands undo the buttons of his shirt. He writhes beneath you, head turning as if to find some sort of salvation. As if answering his mercyโs call, he spots it. A pink dildo just in the open drawer of your night stand.
ย He reaches over and grabs it, leaving you confused sitting atop of him. Your face scrunched as you watch him inspect it. Blushing with embarrassment you mumble, โWhat? Never seen a girl own a sex toy?โ He eyes you before patting your thigh and sitting you on the bed.
ย โGot an idea, lay back,โ he demands. Confused, but nonetheless willing, you lay back and start to remove your shorts and panties. Joel watches, his eyes blown wide with his lips in a small pout. Old man couldnโt remember the last time a woman had her legs spread for him like this. Taking a finger, he drags it along your slit. You grip the sheets beneath you, whining quietly. โAlready so wet.โ He licks his fingers and takes the dildo. Slapping it a few times against your cunt, he brings it up to your mouth. โSuck.โ
ย โYouโre kidding right?โ You scoff. But the look on his face said he clearly wasnโt. With a defiant whine, you reluctantly loll your tongue out. You lick the tip before taking inch by inch. His breath shakes as he watches your lips wrap around the matching pink silicone.ย He thrusts it in and out slowly, watching your spit slick and shine the toy. He pushed it further until it bumped against the back of your throat, biting his lip as your eyes welled in tears. You pull off and wiped the drool from your mouth. โI want you to fuck me.โ
ย โOh do you?โ He says with a smirk. His vacant hand pulls your thighs apart wider. With your spit slick dildo, he nudges it against your entrance. โCanโt fuck you the way you want me to,โ There was a hint of disappointment behind determination. โdonโt mean I canโt pleasure you.โ With that, he inches the toy into you. Your pussy clenches with every thrust from him. He massages your clit as he starts a pace. Soon, the room filled with moans and slick sounds. โLook at you takinโ it so well.โ He groans, watching as your pussy sucked in the dildo.
ย Your back arches, the silicone tip hitting just right. โFuck, Joel..โ His jaw clenches at the way his name rolled off your tongue so naturally.
ย โCโmon baby,โ He urges, his wrist joint starting to sore as it continued its vigorous motions. He refused to slowโeven if by a beat. The need to make you come was stronger than any will in his body that begged him to stop. Your breaths shorten and shake, whines pulling from your throat. Watching intently, he continues to hit that sweet, spongy spot within you, his hand soaking from you. With a final, throat-aching cry, you spill over his hand. But even so, he continues to fuck you with the you until your shaking legs calmed.
ย โJoel..โ You sighed. It takes a moment for him to realize how labored his breaths were. He feels a long lostโyet familiarโache pooling in his lower abdomen. Looking down, he sees the unmistakable tent in his jeans.
A/N: this was not beta-read.. at all.. just got horny thinking ab oldie!joel
