{ YOU CAN TAKE ALL THIS TO HELL } - isaiah

[jesse elijah thomas]

bored - that's what he was. hopelessly, terribly bored. and jesse thomas never, ever got bored. it was like rule number one of life: don't get bored. ever. when people got bored, when they had time to idle, then they got to thinking about all the mistakes they'd ever made in their lives, all the people they'd ever wronged, all the unscrupulous things that they had ever done. and jesse had so many of each under his belt that idle time usually led to feelings of regret and remorse and one should never, ever regret the deliberate decisions that they made. such as the decision to make a bucket list filled with things he felt everyone should do in their lives, no matter who they hurt in the process, and the day he decided to start checking items off. that was probably his first mistake. his second and the rest following all resulted from said list. subpoints if you will. and a lot of them.

not that he really regretted it when he thought long enough about it. sure, some was enough to give him a little guilty feeling sometimes. like the goal to pull a man out of the closet even though the gaydar is reading straight. or the goal to get so plastered that he'd hook up with anyone and then leave without ever acknowledging them so that in the morning he'd forget anything happened at all. he felt that these things were obviously not good - there were more along those lines, the ones that he'd eliminated first so that he could say he made his big mistakes in life, and they were all morally skewed. but they weren't things that he necessarily regretted because really, what's life without a little mystery? what's life without excitement, without messing up? what's life if you're only going to put safe bets on your bucket list? it's shit, that's what it is, and it's boring. and jesse thomas didn't do 'boring'.

except apparently that day because honestly, reading down his bucket list that afternoon, there was a lot on there that he couldn't really do then and there. travel to europe. get married. fall in love. have a family. there were good things, too, long term goals that he really wanted to achieve because they were dreams instead of just achievements to mark off a little sheet. some had to do with circumstances - announce to someone in the rain that he loved them, which of course needed somebody that he loved and for it to be raining which made it double hard to cross off, for example. or another that read that he needed to help decorate a community christmas tree which required it to be christmas time. or another that read that he had to corrupt a man on a mission that meant that he needed just that - a man on a mission, be it a mission of love, of religion, or a personal goal that he was trying to achieve. a missionary would do nicely but honestly jesse had turned away his fair share of missionaries in the past and it seemed they had given up because he had already read all of their texts and didn't quite enjoy them. so corrupt a man on a mission was as hard as any of the others.

or at least, he thought it would be. that was before he had put down the list to finish his afternoon cup of tea. that was before he had reclined on the couch to sit down and watch documentaries on his day off. that was before the knock on his door that introduced him to isaiah brighton, mormon missionary, who very much wanted to introduce him to the church of jesus christ and who very much had a full head of jew curls that jesse immediately got the urge to run his fingers through. however, he'd learned a thing or five about self-control growing up being the fountain of knowledge that he was so instead of doing that, jesse had just let his mind wander back to his list and instead of telling isaiah that he was flattered but no thank you, he'd already read the book of mormon and thought it was all mumbo jumbo crap, he told him that sure, he hadn't ever heard much about the church of jesus christ of latter day saints, and he'd be delighted to have such a kind young man introduce him to the tales joseph smith uncovered.

and isaiah, naive as the kid was to jesse's ulterior motives, had come in all smiles ready to preach the word of god. jesse had offered him something to drink, something to eat, anything to make him comfortable. he knew how missionaries could drone on and didn't know which type isaiah was but either way, he planned on the kid staying for at least a little while. he wasn't so cruel as to plant a corrupting idea in the kid's head or even life and then send him on his way. he would take care of him, same as he would any other man he wanted to seduce. he just needed to be careful here. so he got isaiah situated on his couch, sat an intimate but still somewhat modest distance from him, leaving about a centimeter between the two of them with his arm slung up on the cushions behind isaiah's head casually with one leg tucked beneath him. he listened intently to isaiah's words and gave him a small smile to show he was listening nodding every now and then. "that's very interesting," he said, genuinely interested in hearing isaiah's introduction to the mormon faith, head tilted in admiration as he studied the boy's features up close. even prettier up close, though definitely much younger. at least nineteen, though - he wasn't messing with anything illegal for a fact. "to be honest, i never looked much into the mormon faith. but it all seems very...intricate."

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