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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Captain_America_-_All_Media_Types, Captain
      America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      Church_AU, curious_Steve_Rogers, Ephebophilia, Smut, Church_Sex, Making
      Out, Brother_Barnes, Brother_"Bucky"_Barnes, confession_booth_oral_sex,
      wet_make_out, shower_scene, choir_boy_Steve_Rogers, humping, demonic
      impetus, Pre-Serum_Steve_Rogers, POV_Second_Person, almost_pwp, Oral_Sex,
      Older_Man/Younger_Man
  Series:
      Part 1 of steve_rogers_on_being_a_good_christian
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-19 Words: 1751
****** Act Of Contrition ******
by ifuckboyswhofuckgirls_(cadmiumredvulpini)
Summary
     Brother Barnes always looked at you funnily.
      
      
     You would smile as you waved at him, other hand in your pocket as the
     bells sang the end of the mass. You were part of the choir so you
     always saw him on Saturday afternoons, you in your two-sizes too
     large blue shirt and your goody two-shoe tan pants and he was in his
     black shirt and black pants with that Roman collar up against his
     throat, like a proper priest.
     But he never was a proper priest, was he?
      
     Beware underage, convent sex.
      

     Sequel.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Brother Barnes always looked at you funnily.
 
You would smile as you waved at him, other hand in your pocket as the bells
sang the end of the mass. You were part of the choir so you always saw him on
Saturday afternoons, you in your two-sizes too large blue shirt and your goody
two-shoe tan pants and he was in his black shirt and black pants with that
Roman collar up against his throat, like a proper priest.
 
But he never was a proper priest, was he? You'd recall, you were fifteen then
and you'd confessed all these things into the screen and he had said nothing
for a while after you'd just recited how you jacked off to a man that
afternoon. And then you'd worried before he chuckled audibly and he pulled down
the screen and told you you'd just double downed with the masturbation and the
queerness. You'd smiled too, and then he just sent you off tellin' you to pray
ten hail marys or somethin' like that.
 
And then there was that one time you caught'im behind the screen, some altar
server's head bobbing up an' down between his thighs. You were right there in
the adjoining compartment and you lingered, and snuck a peek.
 
Brother Barnes'd been moaning out a string of curses and you'd found a tent in
your pants just list'nin.
 
You'd said nothing about it to anyone because you'd've done the same thing had
Brother Barnes allowed you. Everybody's heard of how Brother Barnes was a
reformed Christian and how he's changed and all that after an incident with
another man in a bar.
 
So now you were waving at him and then you'd remembered all that and got you a
real nice stiffy in between your legs and you apologized for it and turned to
leave. But you didn't because he had his hand on your shoulder and he was
looking at you funny again and you know how looks like that don't lead to good
things.
 
Yet you stayed and his hand lingered and he'd said: 'you'd better confess for
that,'
 
His hand fell to your waist and you shouldn't'a come with him but your heart
was beating faster than you can think and then it's hotter than it really was
and you just let him lead you to the confession booth.
 
And you're staring at him awkwardly in the dim light and he coaxed you into a
kiss and his hands were all over you and-
 
You're done. Your body was shaking all over and you're breathless and you're
moaning all over the place. Tremor after tremor of white hot pleasure washed
over you and then you're back down on earth after your brief glimpse of heaven
and you're pretty sure you're going to hell and fuck-
 
You were apologizing before you even knew what was going on and you'd ran out
of the small wooden box of heaven and hell and fuck if everyone thinks you peed
in your pants.
 
~
 
Now you're standing outside the church, and you're five minutes late and you
can't bring yourself to enter. Such a holy place shouldn't've seen what you'd
done, but then again Brother Barnes'd done worse.
 
The choir leader waves at you and doesn't bother to ask why you're late. You
sit up front in the first row an' you're one of the baritones and Brother
Barnes sure as hell won't miss you in the crowd.
 
And he doesn't come. Doesn't pick you out from the crowd and excuses you
because he's not there.
 
Choir practice is finally over and the Sacristan Mayor calls you from the back
room, where the priests and the sacristans always prepared in before a mass.
 
'You're such a good Christian, Steve.' The Sacristan Mayor tells you. He pats
you firmly on the shoulder and leaves you with the robes. He doesn't feel well,
he says and leaves you in charge with hanging up the robes that just came from
the dry cleaners and then drop them off at the convent.
 
You do a pretty good job at doing that, and you make your way to the convent,
connected to the church conveniently from the back room.
 
You hang them up in the priest's common room, starting for the door when a loud
grunt from a familiar voice reaches your ears.
 
'Steve..'
 
You can't help but gravitate to the source of the sound and it leads you to a
wooden door with sounds of water hitting someone's back harshly and bouncing
off the walls and the sound of soap squeaking and-
 
'Fuck, Steve...'
 
You push open the door and amid the steam and heat, Brother Barnes is buck-
naked and leaning on the wall with his eyes closed.
 
You're dumbfounded. Utterly mesmerized by the size of the organ in between his
thighs and oh god it's huge. You realize you'd said that out loud but by now
it's too late as Brother Barnes'd stepped forward now, his face hovering above
yours that's facing his chest and he places a hand on your shoulder and oh god
it's hot. His hand is hot and wet just like you are, and it's on your shoulder
and it's on your side, and oh god, oh god, his penis is on your abdomen. He's
pulling you closer and the head of his cock is nestled between your chest and
he's stooping down to kiss you, you think.
 
'Please...' you say, the 'stop' you meant to add forgotten because he's giving
you that look again, and his messy hair's wet and dripping and moving closer oh
god, you feel your cock stiffen harder than it ever has before and you're one
hundred percent sure you're leaking precome.
 
Oh god oh god oh god your lips are a millimeter a part and he's practically
breathing you in and out and your chest is heaving like you're having an asthma
attack and it's the most erotic you've ever felt in your life.
 
He smiles before he claims your hungry swollen lips and he does it so softly,
the intensity and lust and fervor and the demonic impetus of your sin just
brimming behind his lips and oh god oh god he's penetrating you. No, not there
but the thought of his tongue being inside of your mouth is the first time
you've ever had something (aside from your mother's nipple) from someone else
inside your mouth.
 
Brother Barnes is guiding you into the kiss, his hands on the sides of your
face and oh god oh god he's humping ever the slightest into your chest and your
all wet and you wonder exactly how you're not coming all over the place yet.
But you do know why and the reason is still Brother Barnes because you've
jacked off an immeasurable number of times between the time you kissed and left
for choir practice.
 
These thoughts are distracting you but your cock is fiercely hard and for once
you're glad you masturbated a hundred times. Brother Barnes' hands are on your
thighs now and on your ass and he moans as he pinches them and paws at them and
one of his hands reach back and shut off the shower and he pushes you into the
church locker rooms. You worry about the other priests being around and he
senses you tense up so he forces his mouth from yours and he whispers into your
ear 'congregation today,' and whispers 'fuck, baby' and 'oh god, Stevie' as he
humps into you until you relax again.
 
But you can't because what you're doing is illicit and you're seventeen and you
manage to say it out loud and he says 'oh, fuck.'
 
You think something's wrong but he says it only makes it hotter and he's
humping against your crotch now and you're so close to orgasm because his hands
are under your shirt, inside your trousers groping at your ass, your skin. And
fuck, you say it out loud already you don't care and oh god it's coming and-
 
He's squirming and trembling on top of you, his humping goes erratic, and it's
slowing down and he's coming on you, rope after rope of orgasm sending him to
heaven.
 
He kisses you one last time before he lifts himself off you and you have a
dreadful fear he's going to leave you like this, but he doesn't and he pulls
down your trousers and oh god oh god oh god your cock finds itself warmer and
wetter than it's ever been. Brother Barnes' skillful tongue is everywhere and
you feel it coming. He bobs up and down on your cock and oh god it's coming.
 
'Holy shit,' you manage and he doesn't get off your cock and even has a firmer
resolve about it as he looks up at you with his beautiful, goddamn beautiful
eyes and fuck-
 
White hot pleasure rocks through you completely and oh god you never knew
pleasure like this, like what had just transpired just a while ago.
 
He's swallowing every drop of your orgasm and every single part of you aches
with pleasure, your back arches into Brother Barnes and he only takes your cock
in his mouth deeper.
 
'Brother Barnes...' you moan and he slips your softening cock out of his mouth
with a soft pop and he lifts himself off his knees and kisses you again, this
time more laconically, sloppily but you're both basking in your after glow it's
all tongue and smiles into your kissing.

He laughs when you call him 'Brother Barnes'  again, saying. 'That's hot and
all Stevie, but you can call me Bucky.'
 
'Okay... Bucky.' You try, but it sounds so weird and Bucky ducks down again,
you're in his arms, hugging each other firmly, yet lazily, as if unsure of what
exactly 'this' is but your pants are at your ankles and he's buck naked so it's
anyone's guess.
 
A smidgen of an idea crosses your mind but you're too wrapped up in the moment
(and in his arms) right now to think. Your hands run up and down his thighs,
his sides, his strong, large biceps and you find yourself sucking on his left
nipple mindlessly and he just chuckles and kisses your hair.
 
It's heaven and hell at the same time but right now, fuck the church and fuck
sinning because you've had enough temptation and if this is what sin is, well,
you'll wanna sin every goddamn night.
End Notes
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