Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-23 14:34:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | friar tuck |
Who: Friar Tuck
What: Stuff and boners
When: Thursday
Where: Various!
Warnings/Notes: Boners!
When Will awakens the next morning, it's to kisses and the smell of pancakes and coffee that tastes like chickory. The morning sun peeks through the blinds, trying to cheer them as they shuffle about the apartment, Will getting ready for work, and Tuck trying desperately to get even a part of a pancake into Alan's mouth.
He promises to return later and try again.
The church is already buzzing by the time Tuck ducks in at 9:05. The morning social circle is already halfway through their check-in, and people look ready to tease him about being late. Until it's his turn to speak and he says, "I was making my boyfriend pancakes" and the entire group awwwwwwwws and he knows he's forgiven.
After social circle there's the budget meeting, which runs long because it always does. Then there's the working group to keep the chapel in good nick. Today their focus is polishing the wood panels and the amount of jokes and double entendres that brings about is almost obscene for a church group. Tuck is sweaty and dusty by the time the two hours is up, and he drags an arm across his forehead, leaving a visible smudge.
"Rev!" William Dryden, one of the church deacons, sidles up to Tuck, a grin affixed to his face. There's nearly always a grin on William's face these days, but Tuck remembers when it wasn't so. William is 40 year old transman who only came out in his thirties. He found Sacred Heart when he needed it most, and the church even fundraised for his top and bottom surgery. Now he lives his life out in this open, getting around in bike leathers and riding his Harley to school to pick up his kids. He revels in telling people he's a deacon and watching them react when they take in the biker in front of them. Tuck is incredibly fond of William and he can't help smile right back.
"Deacon Dryden," Tuck nods his head, his formal address clashing with the motorcycle helmet in William's hands.
"So good to see you up and around again, Mike. Any chance we could catch up?"
Tuck's eyes slide to the clock in the corner, which reads 1:08pm. The pancakes seem a long way away as his stomach lets him know it is definitely time for lunch, and he very nearly agrees before he remembers his promise to Will last night. "I uh- Yes! Yes, of course, but I haven't had lunch yet, and my boyfriend is going to get upset with me-"
"Mike!" William is immediately chastising, and Tuck snickers. "What? Fuck off and come back after lunch, we can talk then! I swear I'm surprised you don't faint more."
"I'm going to tell all the other deacons you told me to fuck off and you're going to get in trouble," Tuck grins, but he's already heading towards the door. "Give me fifteen minutes?"
William raises one hand and Tuck's eyes widen. "Rev, if you step foot through that door one minute before 2, you're the one I'm telling the deacons on. And your boyfriend!"
Tuck laughs, the sound echoing off the wide walls of the entryway. "Alright, alright! Go polish some wood, Deacon."
Tuck slips out of the chapel and he jogs the short distance to his parsonage. Once there, he pulls out some leftover enchiladas and heats them up, snapping a photo so he can send to Will labelled See, I took a lunch break! He follows it with two selfies of his ridiculous face while he eats his lunch, because it's incredibly delicious. Once he's finished, he honestly doesn't know what to do with himself for the rest of his break, so he reads, getting so absorbed in his book he nearly misses 2pm.
His check in with William is easy and jolly. He slinks back to the parsonage at 4, dread settling his in belly, replacing the enchiladas. In two hours he has to head out to the soup kitchen for his first shift there since being confronted by the sheriff in the alleyway and dying. He is still dirty from the cleaning bee, so he runs himself a bath, hoping that it'll lower his anxiety somewhat.
Soaking in hot water does ease some of his worries, but his breath is still shorter than he would like. So Tuck reaches for his phone to click into his gallery.
I just l love to make you smile. Your whole face lights up and I feel like I could face anything.
He goes in search of a photo of Will, and finds one of Will drinking and pointing at Much who is trying to balance on a table. In the very next photo, Much has fallen and Will is doubled over, laughing. Tuck chuckles and speeds through a few before landing on one where Will isn't even looking at the camera, isn't aware of the photo being taken. His face, lit up by sunlight, just grinning at something Alan is saying. Tuck smiles softly at the photo and he feels something twitch-
No. No not something.
Tuck's eyes widen and he drops the phone, his hand immediately relocating to his dick. Oh. He wraps his hand around himself and strokes slowly, and there is a definite reaction. His eyelids flutter closed and he leans his head back against the back of the bathtub. "Oh, you have a bloody fucked up sense of humour, don't you," he says, addressed entirely to his cock. Which answers him by hardening further under his touch.
"Son of a-" Tuck sort of jumps out of the bath and grabs his phone, awkwardly scampering towards the bed, his dick sort of bobbing along. He sprawls out across it, clicking into his messages because he very much needs to talk to Will and then he needs to get dressed and go back to the place where he died, all with a boner, because life has a sense of humour.