Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 18:03:23 +0000
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter 14
Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Fourteen
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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Fourteen
As seemed to be becoming his custom, Callum rose just as the sun was
making its first appearance. Shane's rhythmic breathing next to him told
him that once again, he was the first up. He rubbed at his eyes and tried
to remember what was important about today.
It was a few minutes before it dawned on him. Today he started year
nine. He was returning to St Anne's Academy for another year of torment and
loneliness. Then Jamie's words came back to him. 'There are some great ways
to make new friends.'
Callum had always had trouble making friends, largely because he was
afraid of being knocked back. His father had always told him that the only
person who would ever love him was his mother, and that had sunk in at an
early age. Even when his father finally died four years ago, he left his
message behind.
Callum thought about Jamie again, and how he had called him a sweetie and
given him a hug. Jamie wasn't family. 'Maybe Dad was wrong...' he mused.
Thinking about Jamie brought back something else that had happened the
day before; something he clearly wasn't meant to see. He had come back from
the bathroom and, deftly avoiding the squeaky floorboard outside Shane's
room, he peeked through the crack in the door.
From his vantage point, he was able to watch Jamie and Shane kiss. Callum
had never seen two boys kiss, except on television, and he found it rather
interesting. All the same, he felt guilty for watching what he knew was an
incredibly intimate moment. He had pressed down hard on the creaky
floorboard to warn them of his presence, and then entered, smiling wide at
their clear embarrassment.
His interest in the kiss went beyond the fact that it was
'different'. Callum had never kissed anyone, and like any teenager in the
grips of early puberty, he was eager to find out what it was like.
He recalled his experimentation with Shane's sleeping form the night
before, and wondered if he could chance another little bit. Having had
Shane's dick in his mouth made a little kiss seem perfectly innocent. He
leaned up on one arm and looked at Shane's face. His blonde hair was
ruffled and stood up in odd places. His forehead was lightly dappled with
sweat.
Callum studied the pink lips before him. The bottom one was a little
fuller than the top, though not so much that it looked disproportionate,
and they glistened slightly in the morning light. They were parted just a
little, and moved with every breath Shane took.
Steeling himself, Callum closed his eyes. He leaned down, wetting his
lips as he went, and lightly brushed his lips against Shane's. They were
warm to the touch and very soft, giving under the pressure of
Callum's. Callum lifted his head and smacked his lips a little. It was
rather nice and had stirred something inside him.
He decided to try another, leaning in and pressing against the rosy
cushions again. This time as he touched, Shane's lips responded, closing
around Callum's top lip. Callum pulled away, worrying that Shane was waking
up.
"Mmm," moaned Shane happily. "Morning Ja...CALLUM?! What the hell?!"
Shane sat bolt upright.
Callum freaked out. He darted to the wall and started to cry. "I'm sorry!
Please don't hurt me!"
"Hurt...what? Why would I hurt you? Cal, what's going on?"
Callum continued to cry. He'd fucked up. He WAS a fuck-up, just like his
father had always said. "I'm sorry!" he sobbed.
"Cal, calm down. Come here." Shane moved over to Callum and pulled him
into a hug. "What's the matter?"
"I just...I was curious...I saw you and Jamie...and...wanted..."
whimpered Callum, sobbing as he went. "Please don't hate me!" He clung to
Shane's chest. The only person he had ever felt safe around, and he had
fucked it up.
"I don't hate you. Wait, what do you mean 'saw me and Jamie'?"
"I...I saw you kissing...yesterday...and I was...curious...sorry!" Callum
started to cry harder. Now Shane was mad that he had been watching them
kiss.
Shane, however, was squeezing Callum to his chest. "Shh. You're okay."
They sat together like that for a long time until Callum had cried it
out. All the while Shane stroked Callum's back and kept saying "You're
okay."
Finally when Callum was able to stop crying, he just stayed silent,
waiting for Shane to chew him out, or worse, tell his mother. "Please,
Shane. I'm sorry."
"I know you are kiddo. So, can you tell me what's going on?" Shane asked
softly.
"I don't really know. You were sleeping, and I got curious 'cause I saw
you and Jamie doing it yesterday and I wanted to try it." He started to
play with the hem of Shane's pyjama top while Shane continued to stroke his
head.
"About that," said Shane. "I need you to keep that between just us."
"Anything! I'm so sorry Shane."
"Would you stop apologizing? Listen, you can't just go around kissing
people while they're asleep. You're lucky this time 'cause I'm your cousin
and I won't kick the shit out of you, but the next guy might not feel the
same as me." Shane went silent for a moment. "Callum, did you just want to
kiss me because I've got lips, or because I'm a guy?"
"I...I don't know." Callum's voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Callum shook his head and then buried his
face in Shane's chest. "Okay. Callum, do you like girls?"
"I don't know," repeated Callum.
"Well, who do you think about when you wank?"
Callum blushed and buried his face deeper into Shane's chest to hide his
embarrassment. "Shut up..." He giggled.
Shane chuckled, bobbing Callum's head as he did. "Sorry. I guess that WAS
a little personal." He sighed. "Feel better?" Callum nodded. "Good." Shane
moved Callum and looked at his face. He grabbed a Kleenex from his bedside
and wiped at Callum's eyes. "Don't worry about it. You were curious. At
least I just caught you kissing me instead of with your mouth around my
dick." Callum blushed again, remembering the previous night. Luckily, Shane
didn't notice as he had turned to dump the Kleenex in the bin.
The alarm on Shane's desk started to beep, telling them it was time for
Callum to shower for his first day of school. Callum hurried to the
bathroom, Shane hot on his heels. "Sorry kiddo. I need to piss." They went
in together and shared the toilet. Shane clearly had no reservations about
what had just happened as he casually whipped out his flaccid dick and
released a yellow stream of piss into the porcelain bowl.
Done, Shane left Callum to have his shower. Callum stripped naked and
stepped into the hot mist. He closed his eyes, and as he felt the water
rush over his back and hair, he felt the guilt released it's grip on his
heart. He recalled his experimentations with Shane once more. The feeling
of Shane's hard member pressed into the crevace of his bottom; the sweet
taste of his cum; the warmth of his lips.
Before he knew it, he was hard. He played with his five and a half inch
stiffie, squeezing and flogging with all his might. Before long, and to
images of Shane and Jamie kissing, Callum fired his load and watched it
flow down the drain. He quickly washed his hair and got ready for his first
day back at school.
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Tanya stood in front of the kettle while it boiled and waited for her
husband to hurry down the stairs wailing that he was 'so late'. Of course,
he was never late, just paranoid.
He barrelled down the stairs and into the kitchen where Tanya was waiting
with a cup of tea for him. "Oh, thank you, love," he said as he fixed his
tie into place and checked his hair in the reflective surface of the
toaster.
"Honey, can you spare a minute?" asked Tanya, placing her cup on the
breakfast bar.
Michael checked his watch. "A quick minute. By the way, where's Darren?"
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What?" Michael sounded worried. "What's happened?"
"Nothing! Don't worry, he's okay. He stayed at a boy's house last night."
"Phew! Tanya, don't scare me like that!" He laughed to himself and
checked the locks on his briefcase. "Which boy?" he asked idly.
"The one he was with Saturday night."
"But he was on a date on Saturday night."
"I know." Tanya took a sip of her tea and waited for the ball to drop.
"But then...how can...he...Are you saying....?"
Tanya had had time to get used to the idea of her son dating a boy, and
she was ready to be as patient as Michael needed her to be. "On Saturday
night, our son went on a date with a boy named Kyle."
"Is he..." Michael floundered.
Michael didn't seem able to finish his sentence, though Tanya knew what
he was asking. "He said he didn't know, but that he wanted to find out."
"I don't like this," he said with a crease in his brow.
"Really? Think about this. He went on his first date with a boy on
Saturday night. On Sunday morning he cooked us breakfast; kissed me on the
cheek for the first time in months and apologized to you for everything. I
think dating a boy actually made him better."
"So, he's..." He hesitated.
"God, Michael, say the word!"
"So, our son is...g-gay?"
"It certainly seems that way. Does that change anything for you?"
Michael didn't speak for a minute or two and Tanya waited with bated
breath. Darren was not Michael's own, and Tanya worried that he would feel
no obligation to accept her son's lifestyle change. Fianlly he cleared his
throat. "Could this be why he started taking all those drugs?"
Tanya shrugged. She simply did not know, although she had been asking
herself the same question for several days now. "It would make sense."
"Okay. No, it doesn't change anything. He's still our son. Is he doing
okay with it? I know some boys can struggle with it."
"We haven't really had time to talk about it."
"Okay. Text him. I'm taking the day off and we're going to make sure our
son is okay."
Tanya smiled at her husband. Second time certainly was the charm.
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When Darren awoke, he kept his eyes closed. He could feel a small, warm
body lying on top of his own and knew that he was in the right place. He
smiled and gave Kyle a squeeze and a kiss on the top of his head.
Responding to Darren's squeeze, Kyle stirred. As he lifted his head, both
noticed that he had drooled on Darren's chest. Kyle was embarrassed and
immediately apologized. Darren didn't care and pulled him up for a
kiss. "Morning."
Kyle glanced at the clock and immediately jumped up, his flaccid dick
flapping as he did. "Shitting shite! I'm late!" He frantically raced to his
bedroom. "Fuck, no time to shower! God, I hate not showering." He emerged
less than two minutes later in his uniform, pinning his I.D badge to his
chest. "Are you okay here? I don't think I have time to drop you off."
Darren rose from the settee, still completely naked with his dick at half
mast. "Come here."
Kyle bounced from foot to foot, clearly torn. "Baby, I'm late."
"The biddy bin can wait one extra minute." He pulled Kyle in for a
kiss. Both had morning breath, but neither cared as they pressed their lips
together and shared a passionate kiss. Kyle ran his soft, gentle hands up
Darren's back even as Darren took two handfuls of Kyle's arse. They pulled
apart reluctantly.
Kyle kept his lips pursed and his eyes closed for a few seconds as if he
were hypnotized. "Mmm, better than shredded wheat. Now I don't want to go
to work."
"Oh no, get going! I'm not going to be the reason you get your pay
docked!"
"Okay, I'm offskie's. If you decide to leave, just make sure you click
the latch on the door. If not, make yourself at home and I'll see you when
I get back at six." He kissed Darren again and darted out the door,
grabbing his car keys as he went.
Darren flopped back onto the couch and switched on the television. Kyle
had implied that he didn't want him to leave and that made Darren
smile. Still, he was wary of making himself at home so he simply used the
bathroom and watched television. When his stomach finally started to growl,
he went looking for the Sticky Buns Kyle had promised. He found twelve in
the fridge and devoured one just to quiet his griping belly.
Somewhere between an episode of Top Gear and the start of 'The Wright
Stuff', Darren's phone buzzed and he checked his received text. 'Can u cum
home? Me n Dad want 2 chat. Mum xxx'
"Uch, that doesn't sound good," said Darren aloud. He immediately started
to scan through his behaviour for the last few days and found nothing that
should have raised alarm bells. In fact, in his own opinion he had been a
model son for several days.
He text back 'sure, c u in 1hr'.
He had a shower and grabbed his clothes from Kyle's washer/dryer and
dressed. He checked his pockets for anything he may have forgotten and left
a note for Kyle. 'Rents want to talk. See you soon babe. D xxx'.
He grabbed his coat and headed out the door, taking with him some of the
best memories of his young life.
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Shane squeezed hard on the brakes of his mountain bike as he turned into
Jamie's driveway. He knocked politely on the door and waited until Johnny
came to the door.
"Who're you?" asked Johnny, his eyes only half focussed.
"Hey Johnny. It's me; Shane. Remember? Jamie's boyfriend."
Johnny didn't seem to register the name but said "Sure. He's in his
room."
Shane went up to Jamie's bedroom and found his beautiful baby boy lying
face down, topless on his bed with earphones in. His legs were bouncing
back and forth, tapping onto the bed and then his backside. Shane gently
crept over and planted a big, wet kiss on the small of Jamie's back. Jamie
almost shrieked in surprise. "Aah, you git!" he giggled. He pulled Shane
onto himself as he rolled onto his back.
They shared a big kiss. "So, little love, what are you listening to?"
asked Shane before giving Jamie another peck on the lips.
Jamie stuffed one earphone into Shane's head so that he could listen to
'Ode To Joy' by Beethoven. They listened together for a few minutes,
kissing as they did.
"Mmm," moaned Jamie. "I think this will be my second favourite song
forever now."
"What's your first favourite?"
Jamie started to sing in his gentle alto voice "And we can build this
dream together, standing strong forever..."
Shane smiled wide. "Nothing's gonna stop us now..." sang Shane in his
off-key, shaky voice. "The first song we danced to together. He kissed his
boyfriend deeply, feeling more than ever his love for the boy. "I wanted to
take you to Heaton Park today. The Pedalos will be available 'cause
everyone's back at school."
"Great. I'll shower." He pulled the earphone's out and chucked his MP3 to
the floor.
Shane refused to climb off his boyfriend. "No, you won't."
Jamie's eyes widened. "But I smell! And my hair is a disaster."
"You smell," Shane sniffed all over Jamie's body. "...fantastic. And as
for your hair, if your were any cuter I would actually cry."
Jamie blushed and smiled. He kissed Shane and said "You certainly know
how to charm a boy."
"It's easy when you love said boy. Now put a shirt on!" He rolled off
Jamie and watched him choose a plain black t-shirt. "No. Wear the pink
one. You look great in that one." Jamie blushed again. Shane loved making
Jamie blush because he was so cute when he did.
Jamie sat on the seat of Shane's bike while Shane pedalled all the way to
Heaton Park. His thighs started to burn about halfway there, but he wanted
to impress his little love, so he pressed on as if he were fine. Finally
they reached the main entrance to Heaton Park and Shane locked up his
bike. He was going to just walk straight on to the Pedalos, but his legs
wouldn't comply. "Sorry, little love. My legs won't go."
Jamie giggled and helped him to the benches. "You should have told me you
were struggling."
"I know, but I wanted to be all macho for you." Shane smiled wryly as he
admitted that.
"You don't need to be any more macho for me." Jamie kissed Shane's
cheek. "You're already all the man I could ever want."
They sat on the bench for a few minutes talking about nothing in
particular while Shane's legs recovered. Finally feeling ready, Shane took
Jamie's hand and led him to the boating lake to book a Pedalo. It turned
out he was right about the availability as they were given one immediately.
Out on the water, they pedalled away. Shane couldn't hold out for long,
having pedalled all the way to the park so they simply floated for a
while. Jamie leaned over onto Shane's chest and they watched the ducks
float by.
"Jamie?"
"Mmm?"
"There's something I wanted to ask you about, but you have to not get
upset or weird about it."
Jamie lifted his head from Shane's chest. "Now I'm worried. What's going
on?"
"It's nothing serious. This morning when I woke up, I found Cal kissing
me. I think he was just curious about kissing, but I'm worried he might be
confused."
"Confused, as in...?"
"Yeah."
"Right. Did you ask him if he was into girls?"
Shane nodded. "He said he didn't know."
Jamie seemed lost in thought. Finally he sighed. "I don't know. He's
young. I mean, yes, I knew who I was at eleven, but it's not always that
easy for everyone. Maybe he just needs to try girls."
"You heard him. Girls don't like him."
Jamie got a wicked grin. "I think we can change that." He winked at
Shane.
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Darren hopped off the bus and quickly threw out some jazz hands. For some
reason, he couldn't shift his good mood.
He practically danced the whole way home and when he finally reached his
house, he burst through the door and belted out "Sweet Home Alabama." He
didn't hear his mother comment to her husband that it was the happiest they
had ever heard their son.
"Hey rentals. What's up?" asked Darren, bouncing into the kitchen.
"Darren. I told your Dad." Tanya actually sounded a little worried.
"Told Dad...? Oh, right! Don't worry, Mum. I was meaning to get around to
it myself!"
"Well..." said Michael, sounding a little dumbfounded. "You seem fine
with it."
"What? I seem fine with finding my soul mate who just happens to be a
guy? Is it really all that shocking?"
"Darren," said Tanya. "Could you stop being so flippant? This is big, and
we want to talk about it."
Darren sighed. "Okay. I'll explain as best I can. I met Kyle at the
hospital. He's a nurse there, in the Geriatrics ward."
"Wait. Exactly how old is he?"
"20. Why?"
"WHY? HE'S A PERVERT! You're a kid!"
"Remind me Dad, how many years are there between you and Mum?"
"That's different."
"There's nine years between you. The only difference is that I'm
young. Kyle is four years older than me, but he is being incredibly gentle
with me. We haven't slept together, if that's what you're worried
about. More importantly, I think I might love him, and I want to find out
if I do. I'm being responsible about it. I always carry condoms, just in
case. If I'm worried about anything, or I decide I want to take things
further with him, I promise I'll talk to you guys."
Michael sat there, clearly lost for words. "How do you argue with such an
adult statement?"
Tanya took his hand and smiled at him. "You don't, honey. Now tell your
son you love him."
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"Aargh! My legs are killing me!" screamed Shane.
"Okay. Just stay still." Jamie pulled off his boyfriend's jeans and
started to massage his thighs. "Let's get you in the water." He stripped
down to his pants and helped Shane into the nearby lake. The were in a part
of the park that rarely saw an traffic, so they had decided to take a dip.
"Aww, that's lovely. Nice and warm."
Jamie giggled at his boyfriend's pleasure. "The sun's been on it all day,
and this lake is kind of shallow. We need to be careful though. I'm pretty
sure Heaton Park has a strict 'no swimming' policy."
"Ahh, fuck 'em. I want to chill in the water with my little love." Shane
lay down in the shallowest part of the lake and pulled Jamie down on top of
himself. He ran his hand up Jamie's bare side and gave him a kiss. The feel
of pressing their bodies together in the warm water of the lake was new to
Jamie. It made him feel sexy knowing that at any moment somebody could
round the corner and see them going at it.
Jamie started to rub his crotch against Shane's. Before long, both of
their hard, throbbing dicks were poking out from their sodden underwear.
Between their utterances of love, the boys moaned and thrust into one
another. They would have dared to go further than frottage, but since they
were in public, they reined themselves in.
Finally, after a good ten minutes of tonguing and massage, Jamie almost
screamed his delight as he unloaded his sticky load into his skimpy, soaked
pants. He caught his breath quickly and, emboldened by his own orgasm,
kissed down Shane's chest before taking a deep breath and ducking his head
under the water. He peeled Shane's shorts away and took his floating cock
into his mouth, working it hard and fast.
After a minute, he couldn't help but nip over the water for a breath. He
kept a tight grip on Shane's dick before dipping beneath the surface once
more. Whether by excitement or desperation, Shane blasted almost
immediately, filling Jamie's mouth with his tasty load. Jamie rose quickly
to share a drop or two with his lover, having swallowed the majority.
The pair lay in the sun for an hour waiting for dryness to come, each
basking in the love of the other.
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"Thanks for squeezing us in, Timmy," said Jamie brightly as he led Shane
and Callum into the salon. They had waited until he had finished his first
day back at school and dragged him into the city.
"No problem. And who are your friends?" asked the hairdresser, fixing his
shirt.
"This is Shane, my...ah, friend." He cast a nervous glance at Callum.
"It's his boyfriend," interjected Callum.
Jamie's heart jumped into his throat. "Wha...what are y-you..."
"He knows, Jamie," said Shane. "He saw us kissing yesterday. I must admit
though, your face just then was a treat." He winked.
"Oh. Maybe a little heads up next time?" said Jamie, punching Shane in
the arm. "Anyway, this is his cousin, Callum. He's the one upon whom you
shall be working your magic." Jamie was emphatic as he talked. He was
looking forward to giving Callum his make-over.
"Jamie?" asked Callum. "What are you going to do?" He sounded a little
nervous.
"Well. New hairstyle; perhaps like the cute one from One Direction."
"Which one's the cute one?" asked Timmy.
"I don't know their names," said Jamie dismissively. "Not the blonde, and
not the curly headed one." Timmy rolled his eyes, picked up a magazine and
thumbed through it until he found a photograph of the band and handed it to
Jamie.
"That's the one." He pointed at the one standing in the middle.
"That's Louis," said Timmy. "Good choice of hair style. Easy enough to
maintain, but looks great." Jamie's choice for Callum was a side swept
style with plenty of lift. The fringe would cover most of Callum's forehead
and would probably cover part of one of his eyes. Jamie thought that that
added an element of mystery to a guy's face.
Timmy led them all to his station and started to work on Callum. Jamie
watched the whole process, making little suggestions now and
again. "Anyway, once we're done here, we're going to get you some skincare
stuff, some eau de toilettes and a new coat and things."
"I can't afford all that!"
"Oh shush, I'm paying. Now the other thing is YOU." Jamie pointed at
Callum. "You need to stop walking around like your shoes are the most
fascinating thing in the world. Head up. Walk with confidence."
"But I don't have any," said Callum quietly, not meeting Jamie's eye.
Jamie cupped his ear in his hand. "I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that,"
he said in an exaggerated manner.
"I'm not confident."
"Then pretend! If you fake it for long enough, sooner or later, it'll
stick. Besides, when we're done with you, you'll think you're awesome!"
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"Is there anybody who would want to harm you at all?" asked the officer.
Kyle had come home a little after six o'clock to find his front door wide
open. He nervously walked into his flat and froze in terror at what he
saw. On the front wall of his lounge, in large, red letters were the words
'I'll get you'. The red paint had been lathered on leaving drip trails down
the wall. It looked like the wall was bleeding.
He had immediately called Darren who sat with him while he waited for the
police. He needed him close to keep from crying.
"No, sir; not that I can think of."
"Well, there was no forced entry, so either the suspect had a key..."
"I'm the only one with a key. Well, me and the landlord."
"Well, it's either that or you didn't lock the door when you left."
Kyle cocked his head to one side. "Didn't lock...?" His brain ticked away
and he turned to look at Darren whose eyes had gone very wide. "Darren? Did
you not take the door off the latch?"
"I...I don't..." He looked petrified.
"Well," said the officer. "There's not a lot we can do right now unless
you can think of anyone we should look at?" Kyle shook his head. The
officer gave him a card and asked him to call if he thought of anything. He
left, having done next to nothing.
Kyle rounded on Darren. "You didn't lock my door? The one thing I asked
you to do."
"I...I can't..." Darren looked as if he were about to cry.
Kyle turned away and massaged his temples. "I suppose this is what I get
for dating a fucking child. I mean, it's common sense! You leave a house,
YOU LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR!"
"Kyle, please. I'm sor..."
"Sorry? That's great. I'll just see if that apology cleaned my wall up."
He spun on his heel and looked at the threatening message. "Nope! Still
there." He turned back to Darren. "You know what? Just go. Find a boyfriend
your own age and leave me and my stalker in peace."
"Kyle, please. Don't do this, please." Darren started to cry and reached
forward, taking Kyle's hand in his own. "Please."
Kyle wrenched his hand from Darren's grip. "Just go."
"Please!"
"Go! Get out!" Kyle screeched.
Darren left, leaving Kyle alone with his thoughts and a menacing message
looming over him from the wall opposite. He slumped into one of the dining
chairs, facing the three terrifying words. He brought his knees to his
chest and hugged them. He desperately wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't
come.
He stared at the words for more than an hour, alternating between anger,
fear, and melancholy. When finally he could tear his eyes away, he found a
scrap of paper on the table.
'Rents want to talk. See you soon babe. D xxx' It was scrawled in blocky,
untidy letters. He stared at the words on the page, thinking of the boy who
had written it, and whom he had just ousted from his life, and finally, the
tears began to fall.
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Darren despaired as he walked home that evening and, just like the last
time he had been suffering, he found himself wandering into St Clare's
church. As it was a little after seven, he once again had the church all
but to himself.
He wandered to the front and genuflected his way into a pew before fixing
his eyes on the crucifix before him. "Help me out here," he said in that
peculiar hush people always adopt in a church.
The silence was deafening. He sighed. "Why did you send him to me if you
were just going to take him away again?" Still no answer. "We'd barely even
begun, and you stole him from me. For a benevolent God, you're a dick."
"It's Darren, isn't it?"
Darren had been so absorbed in the silence and the dense atmosphere of
the church that he hadn't noticed the Priest sneaking up on him. "Shit!" he
exclaimed in surprise. "Sorry, Father Patrick. I didn't mean to swear." It
was the same priest Darren had met two weeks before.
"Or to call our heavenly Father a dick?" The Priest smiled warmly at
Darren's embarrassment. "It's okay, child. Many have felt abandoned by God
in their time. Tell me, son; what brings you here?" He interlocked his
fingers and rested his hands in his lap.
Darren suddenly found himself squirming. The Catholic church didn't have
the best record when it came to homosexuality. How would Father Patrick
take it? "I, er, I got dumped." Having spoken the words aloud, Darren
suddenly realised the triviality of his complaint. There were bigger
tragedies in the world than Darren's love life.
"Oh. I am sorry to hear that." The Priest gave Darren's hand a squeeze.
"Me too." Suddenly Darren couldn't hold it any longer. "Does God hate
gays? Is that why he split me and Kyle up?"
The Priest actually chuckled. "Personally, I don't think God cares who
you love, as long as you DO love."
Darren sighed. "The moment he told me to get out was the exact moment I
realised I never wanted to lose him. Good timing, huh?"
"Then doesn't that answer your question?" Darren looked quizzically at
him, lost. Again, the Priest chuckled. "You wanted to know why God split
you two up. Perhaps it was to make you realise that you didn't want to lose
him." Darren didn't know how to answer. The Priest rose and rested a hand
on Darren's shoulder. "Good luck, child. Christ be with you."
"And also with you," responded Darren automatically, lost in thought. He
thought about Kyle for a long time; about how he had come into his life at
exactly the right moment. He looked to the crucifix. "You sent him to me,
and then took him away. I take it that it's my turn to do the work?" He
winked at Jesus. "I'll keep you posted. See you Sunday."
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A special thanks to Bill T.
Chapter Fifteen will be along soon enough.