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You've just returned from finishing your entire university course, settled into an affordable apartment on the other side of your home town, and now you're hoping to unwind by spending some time with your parents. Unfortunately, you picked a pretty shit day to do so - your Christian parents had volunteered themselves to bring a bunch of food and drink to their annual church summer barbecue. Although they offered to reschedule, you decided a heap of free food and drinks wouldn't be so bad, even if it's eating from the tables of the church you left many years ago.

Perching yourself on the hot, scratchy limestone that scraped at the skin of the underside of your thighs a little too much for your liking, you dug into your plate of food as you watched your parents socialise with their church circle. You tried to make yourself appear as small as possible, after all, you knew a few faces - especially the younger members who are now your age. You slightly regret coming along now, realising that a few whispers and stares were pointed your way.

'She's no good', 'I heard she's into witchcraft', 'I heard she hangs around very… unsavoury people', 'I heard she had sex… And well before marriage, obviously' …The chatter was incessant.

"Uhh, hey there." A lilted but slightly anxious voice of a man similar in age to you calls out your name. You look up - you see a man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, with a soft and gentle smile. You remember his face vividly, albeit, his features have sharpened a fair bit since high school. After all, you went to church and high school with him, but you didn't have many classes together, and you decided to renounce your faith when you were in your early teens. He was barely an acquaintance, but he's not an unkind face.

"Leon. Hey… How are you?" You greet him with a small smile, fiddling with the hem of your black tank top.

"Yeah! Wait, y-you remember my name. Sorry - wait, that kinda came out weird. Um… Are you having a good time, being back here? This berry lemonade is really good." Leon nervously stammers as he tries to make conversation, but his smile is genuine and it doesn't falter. You suppose you have an inkling of what he's trying to do - he sees an old face that returns to the church one time and thinks he can bring the odd, eccentric person who dresses exclusively in dark colours back to God. Maybe flip her inside out, wringing her out until the crumpled fabric morphs into pastel pink dress with frilly white lace. But for whatever reason, you decide to humor him some more - maybe your instinct is wrong. Maybe it's out of boredom, maybe it's because he's always been a nice and pleasant person to be around compared to many of your peers when you were still with the church and navigating high school. Maybe it's also because you've always thought he's a pretty cute guy too.

"Hm? Yeah, it's alright. I'm just here because I've moved back to town, and I wanted to catch up with my mum and dad. And I'm glad to hear the berry lemonade is good - since I made it and all." You smile, picking off a stray leaf that floated onto your bare thighs.

"Wait… You made it? Woah." Leon takes another slow sip, with a nod. "Gee, this is really good. Any time my dad tries to make some kind of drink like this, it always kinda tastes… Like water with the idea of a lemon and maybe a single frozen strawberry. Sorry… that wasn't nice to my dad." Leon chuckles, his head shaking slightly. He takes a seat next to you earnestly. "I didn't expect to see you here, much less make something for the annual barbecue." He adds. You raise a brow out of curiosity in response. "Wait, sorry, uh, not to say it like it's a bad thing. It's a really good thing, actually! To see new or returning faces at the church, y'know…" He trails off.

"You're fine." You can't help but smile back a genuine smile as Leon absolutely flounders his way through conversing with you. "Yeah, my parents wanted to do a bit more this year for the annual summer barbecue. But… As usual, they bit off more than they could chew and they totally forgot about the drinks they volunteered to make. So I just did it for them. I have so much free time since I finished university anyway." You shrug.

"Oh… Well, I think it's a really nice thing for you to do. Even if you didn't really entirely want to be here." Leon compliments you.

"Thanks. Well, I don't hate being here. It's just not for me. But the church is important to my mum and dad." You thank him, pushing around a loose pebble in the ground with the toe of your black leather boot. "So you come here and help out with the summer barbecue each year, hey? That's some real dedication. The church and your faith must mean a whole lot to you." You add. Leon's eyes traced the pattern that the pebble was leaving in the dirt from your boot before he began his reply.

"Yeah, oh, for sure. After my folks passed when I was small and Paul - my adoptive dad, took me in when he saved me that day, he taught me all the values of being a good Christian. To be kind, to care for others, and to forgive others. So yeah… My faith is everything, I suppose." Leon nods. "Do you… Do you believe in anything?" He asks. "Wait, sorry, maybe that's personal, you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable." He adds frantically.

Before you can reply to him, both you and Leon notice the eyes of several of the older ladies at the church, eyeing you down and whispering to each other. You don't know what they're saying. You don't want to know what they're saying. But you could wager a good guess on what they're saying about you - the woman who left the church and caused so much grief for her parents, the woman who doesn't dress prim and proper as a lady should, is lingering around somebody as exceptional and morally upright like Leon Kennedy. The good, Christian boy who shows up to every single church sermon and attends weekly bible group.

Leon sees the staring and whispers, and he does something you wouldn't entirely expect from him. "Hey, do you, um, wanna go for a walk? There's a lake with some trees, just over there. It's nice and… Less prying eyes." He adds the last part in a hushed tone.

"…Yeah. I'd really like that, actually. That sounds good." You nod.

Getting up from the nettlesome limestone, you set your empty plate and cup down before dusting your hands off your black denim shorts and begin to walk on the trail to the nearby lake with Leon, the thicket providing a thin veil of privacy from the watchful eyes of the church ladies.

"Sometimes it feels like I'm stuck in a fishbowl." Leon comments before taking a deep exhale as you both reach a patch of sturdy pine trees that face the small, sparkling lake. You both lean against your own respective tree as you stare at the smooth, almost mirror-like body of water that seems to sparkle as if a pack of silver glitter was dropped on it from above in the hot midday sun. "Am I… Interrogating you? I don't mean to. I'm just genuinely curious and uh, I just don't think I've ever really talked to you before. I'm sorry if I came off as preachy." Leon winces.

"No, seriously, it's fine. It's okay." You reassure him with a small smile. "I admire my parents for having faith in something they hold dear to their hearts. But we have differences in how we view religion - and we've smoothed that over long ago and there's no hiccups at all anymore. It's just… I don't see religion as being my thing, personally. It's far too often abused as a tool to incite hatred or division. And there's too much money caught up in something that should never be about the money. So yeah, religion just simply isn't my thing. I think if you're a good person, then you're a good person. It doesn't matter what label is attached." You explain thoughtfully.

Leon nods as you explain, carefully taking your words in. "I get what you mean. The hatred, the money… There's bad churches out there. Bad people using God as an excuse to grab onto power. That's real, and I can't stand here and pretend it's not." Leon says quietly, as if he were admitting something he perhaps shouldn't. "But… I think people are the ones who mess it up. Not God. I don't think God would want any of that kind of thing. I think he just wants people to love each other… Which, actually, pretty much falls in line with what you just said." Leon smiles, suddenly catches himself feeling a little flushed. "Oh! Not that I'm saying you should become a born-again Christian or something, agh… I'm doing great at this whole conversation thing, huh?" Leon groans softly.

"Hahah, I think you're doing quite well actually. Don't be so hard on yourself. And yeah, I think the point of why religion becomes so contentious, right? We as humans can fundamentally agree on many things, but because the label is different, suddenly we have an urge to make the division between us and them." You pause, looking at him with a soft gaze. "I remember in English class - you told some girls to leave me alone when they were trying to make fun of me while I was reading a book. I know maybe you were disgusted or weirded out by me, but you stuck up for me anyway without hesitation. I should've thanked you back then, but I didn't want them to start rumours or anything. Everyone said I was some kind of satanic freak, but you were nice to me anyway. So… Thank you." You're not entirely sure why you felt the need to recall that memory and thank him, but you did anyway.

"What? I was never disgusted by you. I just… I saw those girls being mean to you and I couldn't ignore it, so I told them to knock it off. I mean- anyone should've done it. I just happened to be sitting close enough to hear it." Leon rubs the back of his neck shyly.

"Yeah… Actually, you're the one who's in the police academy, right? I think you'll make an excellent cop, Leon. I think you're somebody that many people would feel very safe around." You compliment him, and the tips of his ears turn pink. He's never felt so recognised for his kindness and need to protect that he's in a brief state of shock, and he stumbles backwards on a large tree root behind his foot.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" You gasp, instinctively reaching out for his hand, before letting out a short, amused laugh the moment he regains his balance. The brief touch was electrifying, both for you and Leon, and he could only stare at you with a gentle look as he observed you. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way your laugh seemed to sound like a pleasant wind chime, and there was this feeling tugging at the tendrils of Leon's heart that made him want to see you smile more often. But he was determined to not unpack that right now.

"I-I'm fine! I just… Didn't see the root." Leon clears his throat. "T-The root…" He stammers, unsure of why his heart feels like it's absolutely pounding against his ribcage.

"The root." You smile and nod. "Oh, speaking of the police academy, how far out would you be to completing now?" You ask him.

"Three months from now." Leon smiles.

"Woah. And then you're working as a fully fledged rookie cop. Nice! Hey, be careful. Once you're working, all the church aunties are gonna start enacting their designs on you. You'll be 21, employed, and single. The blueprint is that you gotta get engaged by 22, and have a spouse and a white picket fenced house with 2 kids and a golden retriever by 25. No pressure." You joke.

"Oh… I haven't even been thinking about that. With the police academy, training, and bible group taking up most of my time, I've never even dated…" The realisation dawns on Leon that he's soon going to be expected to propose to a nice girl from church within the next 12 months.

"Ah… You'll be fine. They'll be throwing their daughters and granddaughters at you the moment you graduate, I'm sure." You laugh.

"But I've never… Oh. I wouldn't even know where to start." Leon blinks.

"Wait… For real? So you'll just get married to the first person you kinda click with then?" Your eyebrows raise upwards in surprise.

"I-I suppose I'd have to." Leon says sheepishly.

"Whaaat. But then how would you get married without even knowing what you like or what you don't like? Or how you'd like to be treated? I mean, I guess you'd just have to watch porn or something." You drop the mention of pornography so casually, as if it's no big deal. Leon on the other hand, rasps out some kind of strangled cough at the mention of it.

"I don't - no. I don't do that… That's…" Leon stammers quietly, as if the mere mention of pornography would summon God himself and he would strike Leon down with a flash of lightning. He wanted to say pornography was sinful, to reject it outright. But for whatever reason, that final word stayed lodged in his throat. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, unable to meet your gaze. "My dad didn't even have cable when I was young. And the computer is at home in the living room, there's no privacy at all really, so I don't… I've never…" Leon trails off, looking at you with his pale blue eyes. "Is that a normal thing? Do people really do that?" His question came out smaller and more childlike than he thought it would. His question came from genuine curiosity rather than validation of sin. The only structure that Leon ever knew is that people don't do such a thing, but you just described to him a world where people did. And it's a normal thing.

"Oh, well, yeah. A lot of people do. It's personal preference, but statistically, most people do watch porn, yeah." You blink.

"You… You just talk about that kind of stuff like it's nothing." Leon mumbles. It's a nonjudgmental tone, he's simply processing that many other people really don't follow such a Christian way of living.

"Well, it's not nothing, but it's definitely a part of human nature and life. It's sex. Biology." You shrug, turning to him. "So… You really have no idea what you like? Is that even possible? I mean, surely there's something, y'know? Like, I don't know, give me an example of who you think is pretty to look like. Just a random example. Anybody." You ask him.

"I… What?" Leon's eyes dart to the canopy of green leaves above your heads, his eyes following several branches - he just can't seem to bring himself to look you in the eye. "Well, there's this girl… Sarah. She's very friendly. She teaches Sunday school for the kids at the creche." Leon begins. "But I don't… I've never really… Um. She has brown hair?" He says, his gaze dropping to you, and he's wearing an expression that looks completely lost.

"Leon… Are you describing someone you're into, or are you reading off a resume?" You say in an amused tone.

"Y-Yeah, okay, so that's definitely not what you meant. But I don't… I don't think about people like that. I'm not supposed to." Leon's voice lowers, almost reluctant in nature. Leon's eyes flicker - just for a fraction of a second towards you. Thoughts of the way your attentive, pretty eyes watch him with patience instead of judgment, the plushness of your lips as you speak, your thoughtful hums of acknowledgement were the antithesis of what he just spoke into existence. It said something different to what he just said. Something entirely different that he isn't yet ready to name.

You're still oblivious to Leon's gaze. Feeling the bark create little imprints in the skin of your back since you were leaning against it for too long, you push yourself off the tree and begin to stretch. "So, okay, Sarah. What do you think is pretty about Sarah? What is it about her personality that really attracts you?" You ask, holding your outstretched arm by the elbow as you tilt your head back a little, exposing the column of your throat while the curves of your body suddenly become elongated. Leon's eyes can't help but stick to every detail of your face and body like gum stuck under a shoe.

"Um, she has good eyes. And she has a nice smile." Leon begins, hesitating as he examines his compliments about Sarah in his head, wondering if his thoughts are sinful or not. "I… I don't know if I'm doing this right. I-I mean, could you give me some examples?" He asks.

"Oh, okay, well… If someone asked me what I'm attracted to, I'd say I like a guy who takes care of himself. You know, looks after his health and fitness, because it reflects in their figure. Oh! And definitely someone with kind and soft looking eyes. Because it's cute when they… Oh. never mind." You trail off, trying to censor yourself to spare Leon's already splintered Christian brain.

"No, what? What were you going to say?" Leon asks, picking a tiny piece of bark off the tree and fiddling with it. "I mean, you don't have to, I wasn't trying to, um…" His voice wanes. His own expression betrayed him as he spoke - as if you were dangling something just out of reach, and he can't help himself but to lean towards it with an outstretched palm. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask. It's just…Nobody has talked to me like this before. Like I'm allowed to ask these questions." Leon admits, and you feel some strange sensation that you can't quite pinpoint in your chest at his admission.

"Oh, of course you can ask. It's okay." You give him a small reassuring smile. "Just like… Don't call me a filthy harlot or whatever when I tell you this, but… I think it's cute when a guy has kind and soft looking eyes, because it's really cute when they look up at me all doe-eyed when they… You know…" You try your best to be tactful.

"When they… What?" Leon asks.

"When they eat me out." You say bluntly, since he couldn't read between the lines. The sound that Leon let out upon hearing your sentence barely sounded human - like some kind of squawk from a large bird and a high pitched garble. Leon staggers back, the tiny piece of bark falling from his hand as he presses his back into the tree so hard you would think he's trying to recreate a hydraulic press with it.

"I- you... What?" Leon clutches at the silver cross pendant beneath his shirt, but it's already much too late. The imagery is already flooding in - the very vivid vision of your thighs splayed apart, your head lolling back in pleasure as you moan while not just anybody, but Leon himself is down there. His brain slotted himself into the scenario before he could even stop it. "Y-you said that on purpose!" Leon stammers, unceremoniously sliding down the trunk of the tree until he's sat, bring his knees up and squeezing them together. You rush over, terrified that you may have actually given this poor man an aneurysm just from the mere mention of eating pussy.

"I-I'm sorry! I thought… You said you wanted to know!" You apologise, your voice a slightly higher pitch than normal as you scan his beet red face.

"I'm a Christian! We're meant to save ourselves for marriage! I-I'm saving myself for marriage! That's the commitment I made to God… To myself." Leon mumbles, his cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes a little glassy. He almost looks… A little bit pathetic. In the best way possible. You can't help but bite your lip as an amused smile ghosts across your lips. "You're doing this on purpose! You just bit your lip!" He uncharacteristically squeaks out.

"I really am not, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so overwhelming for you!"

Leon's chest momentarily stopped heaving, and his body relaxed by a fraction. "Do… Do I have doe eyes?" He asks. And then his eyes widen and he stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, as if the question didn't leave his own mouth.

You widen your eyes in total shock, before your line of sight travels down to the tent in his jeans. Leon is completely hard, just from the mere mention of you getting your pussy ate. And something about this completely stirs something within you. "I wouldn't know unless I found out. But… You do have really soft and kind eyes. And I'm not just saying that. I really do like your eyes, they're a really pretty shade of blue." You say, sitting on your knees as you face him.

"Oh…" Leon murmurs, before looking down at his jeans. His erection is on full display with the denim doing barely anything to camouflage it. The realisation of his hard-on has hit him like a bullet train going mach speed. "Oh no." Leon swallows thickly. "Oh, no no no-" He tries to angle his body away from you, but it's too late. You've already seen, and it's already happened. Leon feels a red hot rod of shame strike against every cell in his body - all he's ever known is to feel shame and guilt, especially in the matters of lust. "I can't… Oh no. I don't get- This doesn't happen to me. I don't do this." Leon panics, pressing his hands into his crotch as if to shove his erection down like an overpacked suitcase, but the pressure only causes pleasure and he hisses in response, pulling his hands away as if he touched a burnt stove. You can only watch on in equal parts concern and amusement. You've never seen a 20 year old, fully grown adult male, respond to getting a boner like this.

Leon turns to face you, his lips ever so slightly trembling. "You… Like my eyes." He repeats your own words at you, the moles standing out on his neck against the beet red flush of his skin. His lips are parted, his pupils blown out wide. He looks as if he's about to cry. Or pray. Maybe both. And there's a sick sense of satisfaction that creeps into your gut looking at his expression, but you keep it under wraps. "…You really think my eyes are pretty?" He asks through heavy exhales.

"Yeah, I do. You have pretty eyes." You repeat, your knees crushing into the dirt a little more as you lean a fraction closer. "But… I think that's a conversation for another time. You can't return to the picnic like this." Your eyes gesture to the tent in his pants, and Leon lets out what sounds like a mix between a choked sob and a groan.

"Oh… Oh my gosh." He presses his forehead to his knees for a moment, his shoulders shaking - not because he's crying, but because this is the very first time in his life that he has not been able to simply will away an erection. He pulls his head up, his knees slightly relaxing as he looks at you. "I've never… I've never had this problem before. Usually I can just make it go away, but it's not going away." He heaves in panic. "What do I do? I don't know how to make it… Go away." Leon says, unable to use vulgar words as he looks down at the very obvious bulge in his pants. "It's never been such a problem like this for me before. It's never been like… This. This has to be because of you. You're doing this." Leon throws the accusation out pathetically, and it sounds like far more of a confession than an accusation. He tries to shift in his spot, only the friction from the denim catches against him and it causes him to gasp and squeeze his eyes shut. "Oh god!" He whimpers. "What do I do? What do I do? You… You're the one that knows about all this stuff. You have to help me." Leon stares right into your eyes, his flushed skin now covered in a thin layer of sweat and his eyes turning blotchy from the overwhelming need to let himself go.

"M-Me!? You know that's…" You trail off. There's an undeniable dampness between your thighs at the sight of Leon. "Okay, alright." You nod, pivoting yourself on your knees so you're kneeling right next to his sitting form.

"Tell me what I need to do." Leon whispers frantically.

"Um, okay. You need to jack off. You need to just… Pull your cock out of your underwear and you need to start stroking it." You instruct him awkwardly. You have no idea how such a turn of events led you here. But you also kind of do.

"But that's…! Thessalonians said…" Leon mumbles, but he's unzipping the fly of his jeans.

"Okay, well, if you listen to Thessalonians in this scenario, everyone and their dog in your congregation will see get an eyeful of that, so… Just get it out, and just, grasp it and stroke it slowly at first." You instruct him.

"T-This is… Immoral. You'd be watching me do it. But does it work?" Leon manages to rasp out through his quiet moans.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." You nod, trying not to let the amusement on your face show.

Leon obeys your instructions, freeing his cock from his underwear. And you were not prepared to find out that the good Christian church boy, Leon Kennedy, was packing all that. You try to keep the (pleasant) surprise in your face to a minimum, as you try to help him. Leon begins to stroke, and the moment he slowly strokes his cock, he lets out a small whimper.

"Is it good?" You ask him, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Y-yeah…" Leon gasps, making slow tugs at himself. You watch as his already rock-hard cock drools even more precum. You notice that he doesn't really even look at his dick, he's trying to look anywhere else except at you and his dick.

"Good… You can go a little faster with your hand. You can grip it a little tighter, just not too tight… Just keep building it up." Your voice is low, your breath fanning against his ear, and it sends his whole body rigid and boneless all at once.

"L-like this?" Leon asks, choking out a sob of pleasure. He's already close in such a short amount of time - although given his context, that doesn’t surprise you at all.

"Yeah… Like that. Keep going." You coo in his ear, your thighs now leaning against his, your breasts pressed against his arm. The feeling of your body pressed against his was like a lightning rod - and Leon takes a heavy, ragged breath as he fists his cock harder, the pink, mushroomy tip now completely glossy as the obscene squelch of wet flesh fills the thick, balmy summer air.

"O-oh, oh… This is… I'm…" Leon stammers, his hand moving up and down at a faster pace as the feeling of terror and shame is replaced with a desperate, white hot flash of coiling pleasure. Leon's mouth forms a perfect little 'o' as he tilts his head back.

"That's it… You're almost there. You're doing such a good job." You whisper against his ear. You can't help yourself. You lick a long stripe against the side of his neck before planting a little kiss, and it practically short circuits Leon when he's already a whimpering, moaning mess. Leon gasps, and you watch as he shoots hot, thick, white ropes of cum all over the bottom of his shirt.

"Is it over…?" Leon rasps out, a very flushed and half-lidded look on his face. You smile at him.

"Yeah, it's taken care of." You confirm. You look down at the splotches of his cum on his navy cotton t-shirt. Leon's eyes grow wide, and that same panic takes over again.

"Wait! I… I didn't mean for it to go there! Everyone will see this! How do I get rid of it!?" He exclaims, reaching a loosely clenched fist out about to smear it in.

"Oh my god, no! Don't do that, you'll smear it everywhere and it'll go crusty!" You hold back a laugh as you're envisioning the aftermath of his almost-mistake. "I've got it, don't worry." You say, delicately picking his shirt up by the hem, you notice his muscular abdomen and a smattering of blonde hair just peeking above the waistband of his jeans. You tear your gaze away as you lean down and lick the cum off his shirt, swallowing it. Leon's eyes practically bulge out of his head.

"Wait, t-that's…!" He watches on, his expression equal parts arousal and bewilderment as you clean the cum off his shirt with your tongue. The stain is barely noticeable at this point, and would be passable for a smudge of pie.

"I believe the correct response is, 'thank you'." You joke with an amused expression, getting up from your knees and dusting off the tiny flecks of soil. You stretch out a hand to Leon, and he gratefully takes it.

"Thank you, I… You didn't have to help me, but you did." He rubs the back of his neck - a habit he seems to exhibit when he's feeling awkward.

"It's alright, I wanted to, to be honest." You shrug. You notice his face go beet red once more. "Sorry." You bite your lip with a smile - you're not sorry. You begin to walk back on the trail with Leon.

"Wait… Could we… Do this again? Um, just the talking part, not the… The other bit. I'd really like to talk with you some more." Leon asks.

"Of course. Here's my phone, just pop your number in and I'll text you." You say, handing him your phone. He saves himself as a contact and you text him to make sure his number is correct. "Great." You smile.

"Are you, uh, free any particular day?" Leon asks.

"Oh, I'm free any day, I'm taking a little break since I just finished university." You grin.

"Okay, nice! I'm free this coming Tuesday. Maybe we could meet up at a cafe when I have a break during my police academy training?" Leon gives you a boyish grin that practically looks like sunshine personified.

"Tuesday works." You smile at him as you both approach the lawn where everybody else is still eating and chatting. As your paths begin to split off, Leon calls back out to you.

"Um, the berry lemonade was really good!" He grins, as his adoptive father, Paul, calls out to him.

"Ah! Leon. There you are son. Woah… You're all flushed and you look a little pale. You alright?" Paul's eyes drift to your retreating figure, and Leon registers a flicker of disapproval as his father stares into his eyes. "It's nice that you're trying to be kind to everyone… But just be careful of her, son. She's not a part of our world. She'll lead you astray." His father warns. Leon can't bring himself to give his father a verbal answer, so he just nods.

Leon feels his phone buzz in his pocket momentarily afterwards, but he doesn't go to check it, he already knows it's a text from you. He's never been more sure of anything in his life - bible verses and disapproving glares be damned. He's going on that date with you next Tuesday.

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