**Another story written with @wanderer0075. We hope you enjoy!!**
"There is an hour of peace and rest,
Unmarred by earthly care;
'Tis when before the Lord I go
And kneel in secret prayer."
Elder Gage Belford sat down on the small twin bed that he was sleeping on currently in the room he shared with Elder Tate Caldwell. On the other side of the room was Tate's bed. They were sharing a very small apartment together, which only had one room, a single bathroom, a small living room and a kitchen. Tate put his Book of Mormon down on the desk on his side of the room. Both of them were an entire year into their mission, and had recently been assigned to work with each other.
This was the third young man that Gage had worked with, as the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints liked to change who their missionaries worked with. It made it so neither of them could get too comfortable and complacent with each other. They were supposed to guide each other on this holy journey they were taking, but more than that, they were supposed to tell on each other if one of them goes astray. If they got too comfortable with each other though, they might not tell the Mission President if one of them broke the rules.
"Maybe we should go to the campus tomorrow," Tate said as he sat down on his own bed. "We might have an easier time talking to people our own age about the Church. We could tell them about some of the events for single adults."
There were a few campuses they could go to in Chicago, Illinois, but the closest one was the University of Illinois. Gage wasn't sure that they would have much luck there either. It was becoming Gage's opinion that it was impossible to actually talk people into joining the church. He had heard rumors, through people who had left the church, that the point of missionary work wasn't to convert people, but to keep the members feeling like they couldn't trust people outside of the church.
Gage had been wondering if they weren't right. He had been struggling for a few years with the church, mostly because he was fairly sure he was gay. He could never say the words out loud though. His family would disown him if he was, and he had no doubt about that. His older brother had come out as bisexual and his mother had spent weeks sobbing over it. Right now, Craig was being introduced to women who were part of the church in order to turn him away from that "life of depravity" as his parents called it.
Craig looked miserable the last time Gage saw him though. Gage thought it was possible that Craig came out because he had met a man he loved. He didn't have a way to help his brother though. He couldn't even help himself. He was on this mission right then when he wasn't sure he wanted to be. How could he stand up for his brother when he couldn't even do it for himself?
"Are you listening, Elder Belford?" Tate asked, breaking Gage out of his thoughts.
"Sorry," Gage replied, shaking himself out of his reverie. His golden hair was starting to get long, reaching a little past the top of his ears. He always kept it very short, as his dad was ex-military and preferred his sons adopt what he expected them to look like. Gage was just a little over six feet, and thin but muscled from constantly hunting, dirt biking, and learning fighting techniques from his father. He had a scar across his left eyebrow from a fall while dirt biking, which his mom was beside herself about at the time, and he had bright green eyes that women always said were filled with mystery and wonder.
"The campus sounds like a good idea." Gage finally said with a nod of his head. "We can go earlier in the day, before it starts getting warm."
They ate a simple meal and listened to old recordings of the general conferences before going to bed by nine PM. Both men looked bored to tears by the end of their listening time, but they weren't allowed to take in any sort of media that wasn't put out by the church while on their mission unless it was with families they might convert.
Tomorrow was a new day.
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Jarek loved bridal parties. He had made a rule for himself early on in his career to always flirt with the bride, but never take her home. For one thing, there was the potential for too much backlash from such a stupid decision and for another, marriage was something he didn't want to jinx himself away from by misbehaving toward it, not that he was out of his commitment-phobic phase yet. Besides, focusing on the bride always made one or another of his clients get a little more handsy than the others and that one usually ended up asking for a private session after closing time.
Jarek "Horseman" Phillips was summoned to the stage by special request of the bridal party, according to the DJ, so he oiled himself up, adjusted himself in his skimpy g-string, and mounted the stairs to the stage, pulling his cowboy hat low to shield his eyes from the intense lights. He went through his cowboy routine, leaving the hat on until the end. The DJ could tell from Jarek's outfit that this would be his last set, so she had played an extra long mix. By the time he had finished, tossing his hat to the one particular guest who had been eye-fucking him the most all night, his body glistened with sweat and the stage was littered with cash.
Jarek made his way down the stairs while the stage was cleared by the wait staff. All of the tips were totaled throughout the night and the club took their percentage before depositing the rest electronically. He retrieved his hat and gave the gal holding it the private dance she had been asking for all night. She tipped him well and was particularly poorly-behaved during the dance, as he had expected. She slipped him her number before pulling his g-string back up for him. He strutted out of the private dance booth and handed the tip to the waiter standing at the entrance to the hallway before ducking backstage to get cleaned up and changed.
He texted her his address and she miraculously beat him to his house on campus of the University of Illinois, Chicago. He didn't have classes in the morning, so he could focus on showing her a good time before sending her home. She kissed him full on the mouth when he strode up to the door, her hands already roaming all over his chiseled body. Fortunately he was well practiced in unlocking his door while his face was busy and they were inside scant seconds before she managed to get his dick out of his pants. There was not much opportunity to rest that night and he was fortunate that his neighbors didn't mind the occasional noisy night as she turned out to be a screamer.
He made her breakfast in the morning and thanked her for a fun night, offering to call her an Uber when she finished her eggs. Just then, the doorbell rang. Jarek threw a robe on over his basketball shorts and answered the door.
Two men stood on the doorstep, dressed in white dress shirts, black dress pants, black ties, and name tags that gave their names as "Elder Belford" and "Elder Caldwell." Elder Caldwell was shorter, around five foot eight, thin without any major muscles, with dark brown hair that was cut short and rectangular glasses on his face. He was clean shaven and had a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him looked unassuming and safe.
