aruan | Justin Month, Day Twenty-Three

Oh no, baby, it's all you.

Body Of Christ by MI

Joey dipped the Host into the chalice and watched as red streaks started to bleed into it. He held it up in his right hand, the palm throbbing where the image of Christ had been pressed into it, and looked down at the top of Justin’s head. “The body and blood of Christ,” he said, keeping his voice steady.

Justin looked up, angel-sweet smile on his lips. He licked them, just a quick flash of tongue, and opened his mouth, eyes falling shut as he tilted his face toward Joey.

Ridiculously hot. I-- yeah. That's all I've got.