Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 09:05:12 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 9 - Slip

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"The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 9 - Slip (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth)

Harry


We had a full meal for dinner and it was super delectable. My father did
really know how to prepare a good meal. I'm not sure since when did he had
the skill or did he ever learned how to cook with his busy work schedule
pegging him for attention. But I am not ever going to make a statement on
him about something that was unsatisfactory with his cooking, for as long
as, on the condition, I am fed with food that taste like this all the time.

I'm not lying when I've said that I did put an effort to help around the
house with the chores, clearing the garbage, clean my bedroom and other
humdrum routine work around the house. But father would always tell me and
insisting that I am, to only fully concentrate on my school work and living
the life, in being a teenager and not to bother myself on helping him
around. As an only son and heir to the throne, sorry, just an imagination
exploding in my mind, I eminently do care, love and recognize the full
worth of him so much. Not sure, if I ever did say or showed to him
enough. But, as long as he's not expressing any dissatisfaction or
annoyance about it, then everything is unobjectionable.

The main meal of the day was noteworthy. The number of people grew in
strength with the addition of Greyson to the table. If not, it will only be
me and my haggard and yet a still of an handsome looking father. As a
doctor, he did work very hard, not due to his obligation to provide for me
with the best as he can, but it was more of his passion and his love for
the things he does at the hospital.

He loves his patients and took care of their every needs without any
hesitation, as much as the time he's taken care of mother when she became
sick due to breast cancer with lots patience, dedication and a modest or
low estimate of his importance. He will be by her side with a blink of an
eye, working around her with so much tender loving care. Doing his best,
fulfilling mother's every single need. I looked up to him for guidance and
worship him as a hero and want to be like him when I grow up and be a
man. That was the vow that I make and nothing would content me apart for
God to make it a reality.

As the three of us were sitting around the dining table, devouring the
beautifully cook to perfection piece of steak and its condiments, I took a
glance at everyone. I pretty much love with the on going conversations
among us. It was so smooth flowing , the once in a while hysterical
laughter when someone is being a joker, the bickering and bantering between
me and my father, and especially the occasional touches of my legs to
Greyson legs and the sweet staring competition that I am having with
him. If only father knew what was going on under the table, I,
unquestionably sure would get a smacking on the head from the father. I
chuckled just thinking about it.

After dinner, we got up and help each other with the cleaning of the dining
and kitchen area. With the strength in numbers, we managed to complete and
making it spotless in less of a time. After that all of us make our way
into the living room doing nothing but small talk and sitting around the
sofa, intermittently taking small mouthfuls of the remaining balance of the
red wine that Greyson had bought. It's really a pleasant gesture of him for
his thoughtfulness, both me and father appreciated it so much as the red
wine do provide the perfect complement to the fine food father had
prepared.

I did take notice that the father had been yawning now and then, indicating
that he was feeling sleepy and probably tired of his work and the chores of
cooking dinner. He had excused himself to retire to his bedroom early, to
change and wash himself up while leaving me and Greyson alone in the living
room. I had ever wondered to how could father ever possibly managed a
household single-handed with a growing up teenager that required his utmost
attention and understand. Thinking about it deeply, I was totally amazed by
it, to me, he was my real life-size Superman and my father the most.

Greyson was already seated on the opposite side of me on the reclining
sofa, sipping on the red wine while looking at me shyly steadily now and
then. I had caught him staring at me a few times already as we were sitting
in the living room. Did it, causing me to feel unease or awkwardness with
what he did with his staring? Not at all as I was truly relishing the
attention that Greyson had given me so far. I had to divert away from his
dedicated attention before it goes to another thought of action by asking
him about the things that he had wanted to talk to me about.

"Greyson, aren't you supposedly have something to talk or discuss with me?"
I snapped him from his thought. He got startled when I call on to him out
loud as the first time I call out his name, he did utterly not heard it at
all.

"Oh. Oh sorry Harry. I was just moping and did forgotten about it. Please
wait awhile, I'll go upstairs to get the folder in my room." I chuckled at
him looking flushed and was trying to hide his embarrassment as I had
caught him staring at me.

I just nodded my head and he quickly went to his room and came down the
stairway with a folder under his armpit. When he reached at the sofa,
instead of him sitting opposite of me, he came and sit down beside me. I'm
taken by surprised with the closeness of his body with me. Sensing the
comfortably of our body touching together, I did not even budge from my
sitting position as he was rooting himself in its place. He immediately
pulled the coffee table nearer and set his folder down and show me it's
contain.

"Well, Harry, what I had here been a rough layout and ideas of what I
intended to do for the upcoming event, organize by the church under the
youth programs." I was really transfixed by his being beside me and not
really forecasting on what he was saying to me either. Not to sure if I am
ever going to understand anything that was said to me by Greyson.

"Harry.... Harry? Are you even listening to me? " Now he is the one that
snapped me back to reality.

"You're so beautiful Greyson." Damn. Once I realized what I had said out
loud, I immediately cupped my mouth with both of my hands and looked away
from him. Trying desperately to be awkward in front of him.

"Sorry Greyson did not mean to say it out loud and it just happens. " I was
looking embarrassed and trying not to make him freak out. I kept my gaze to
the floor of the living room. Looking for something to distract and amazed
myself.

But to my surprised, when I did look at him, he was blushing a deep red
from my complement. He did look kind of shocked at me and yet he was all
smiley, looking straight at me in the eyes and said, "It is okay Harry. I
think you are beautiful too. " His replies makes me beamed with
happiness. I was astonished looking at him being able to show two emotions
at one go. He was truly an amazing, beautiful, handsome and a bloody
gorgeous guy. His cute drawing smile, captivated my senses to
overdrive. Without a doubt I am fucking falling in love with Greyson.

"Please do not get angry with me Greyson. It is so foolish of me to say
that out loud to you." I felt rather miserable after that and was looking
down to my fidgeting fingers as I rolled it multiple times over each other.

As he was sitting on the left-hand side of me, he has somehow reached out
his right hand to my chin and lift it up and make me look at him. He could
see the tears forming in my eyes and he gently wipes it away with his thumb
and pulled me closer to him and he hugs me tightly and whisper, "I am not
ever going to get angry with you Harry. I'll take it as a compliment on my
side as I felt honored that you had seen me that way. Even though, I was
shocked to hear you say it out loud. " He was saying all the sweet words
while gently caressing my back.

His body radiated so much warmth and it was making me felt so
comfortable. We had stayed hugging each other for a little while, just
feeling each other out and others emotion to the max. He slowly pushed us
apart and kissed me on my forehead. How I had wished for him to kiss me on
my lips instead, but I've got to realize with whom I am dealing with.

"Are you feeling alright now, Harry? " He had asked me in his gentle
melodic and so freaking angelic voice of his. I was still choking with
emotion and was not able to answer, but I nodded my head instead.

"As of today Harry, just for you to know that I will always be around if
you need or wanting to talk to me. " Assuring me with his presence in my
life. I hold him longer and tighter and not wanting to let him go. I am so
overwhelmed with emotions.

"I know that Greyson and thank you for not freaking out on me." I still
felt a bit down with mixed emotion that I had towards Greyson. At one
point, I did want to know about the real me, I want the truth out in the
open. I am not closeted and I am what I am, but I had real concerned with
his reaction. What happens if he's a homophobic person and for that reason,
he's going to leave me all alone. So far, he was being nice and loving to
me all the time and I do not ever want him to stop from doing it. I loved
spending my every single moment with him and I do not feel lonely anymore.

"Do not you ever worry about it Harry. What we are going to do as of this
moment, is to get to know each other better. " He was grinning widely and
openly, as I hurled myself towards him and hug him closer. Tighter than
before and Greyson reciprocated the favor back to me. I felt very happy to
be embraced by his warmly glowing hot body, it gave me an awareness, that I
am very fond of him.

This was not the first time that I had received hugs from someone outside
of my families, but I felt contented and I am loving it so much because it
was with Greyson, the person that I believed was sent from heaven just for
me. I wanted and craved more from him, two more with him, but I can't, it
felt wrong and sinful.

Even though it did not last as long as I had wanted to, we slowly parted,
embracing the lingering warmth of each other body a while longer and just
kept on looking at each other with a smile on our faces. Our hands were
still on each other shoulders and it felt comforting and wonderful.

"So, how about if we continue to discuss what we had intended to do? " I
suggested to Greyson. Not that I want it to end, but it was getting kind of
awkward and uncomfortable with intending growth in my pants. He always had
that effect to me and it will be embarrassing if he got to know or even
worse if he saw it himself. I would not mind at all for him to see my love
stick as that was what I am hoping for. Damn with all my crazy and wild
thoughts.

"I do not think so Harry. We had enough for today and I am feeling rather
tired and fully stuff from all the food we ate at dinner." Greyson sounded
less enthusiastic as before all of this had happened. Is he angry with me?
I doubt so as that angelic smile of his was still plastered on his handsome
face.

He saw the sad look on my face and said, "I hope you do not mind that we
discuss this some other times. Maybe we can do it this Saturday when both
of us are at home." That captivating smile of his never left his face and
it released me from all the doubt that I had. I nodded my head to agree and
gone ahead to pick up both of the empty wine glasses to the kitchen to
wash.

When I came back to the living room, I was surprised to see Greyson was
still there standing at the foot of the staircase waiting for me. As I
walked towards him, he called to me to come close to him and reached out
his hand across my shoulder and together we walked up the stairs to our
bedrooms.

My room was the first to reach, but before I entered it, he pulled me one
more time for hugs and kisses me on my forehead again. But before he could
push me away, I reached up my head to his and kissed him on his right cheek
and lightly gracing my lips to his when I kissed his left cheek. He blushed
from my reaction and he did kiss me on both of my cheeks too.

We both said our Goodnight and sweet dreams and went separately into our
room. How I wished he could be in my room instead. I was so overwhelmed
with his attentiveness towards me and felt as though I was in a surreal mix
of fact and fantasy. When I was finally in my room, I immediately went to
the long mirror hanging on the wall and looked at my redden blushing
face. I reached out to touch my forehead and both my cheeks where he had
kissed me and smiled.

He had given me that one moment in time that each day, I deserved to live
the life as I want it. I want it to be not alone anymore and to share my
joy and memorable moment with the one that I love. My finest day was the
day that I knew, I had fallen deeply in love with Greyson...... Yes, the
one and only, Father Greyson!

It's extremely freaking good and excellent that I am able to come to terms
of my feelings for Greyson. What would I need to do next? It was out of the
ordinary to fall in love with a priest. Was it fated that he came into my
life at the time when I have lost all hope of finding love? I am not into a
one night stand, not even wanting to be in a promiscuous lifestyle. What I
want and need, was for someone to love me endlessly for who I am and not
what they expected me to be. Oh Lord, I seek your guidance and your love,
and maybe Greyson love too. I can only hope my Lord. Amen!

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