Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 01:08:07 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest that Was Love" - Chapter Twenty Eight (Nifty / Gay / Adult-Youth) "The Priest that Was Love" - Chapter Twenty Eight (Nifty / Gay / Adult-Youth) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some of the things that happened or will happen to Greyson and Harry. Parts of the characters are fictional as well. All other characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's about their true love of each other so if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. 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We had made a reservation at a famous Italian restaurant that Hayden had taken Harry for all birthday celebration, whether it was his, Harry's or Emily, his late wife and Harry's mother. I do hope it will not be a somber occasion as what we decided to confront Hayden will not be suitable at all. It was Friday evening; all three of us were in the living room getting ready to leave the house for the restaurant. We were dress for the occasion. As it was a fancy restaurant, there were dress codes we need to abide. We were wearing a black dress pants with a black blazer over our dress shirt. Hayden wore a light Grey shirt, Harry was wearing my favourite colour blue and I wore a lighter shade of blue shirt. Hayden and I wore a tie to complete our looks as Harry wore a bow tie to complement his boisterous personality. As we arrive at the restaurant, I could sense that Harry was not in his usual self. He was more distance and became a bit on the quiet side. I knew that he was nervous, but so do I. At the main entrance, Hayden proceeded to the usher to confirm of our reservation, I took that opportunity to hold Harry's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. He turned to look at me with the worrisome expression on his face. We were shown to our table and got our self-situated. Hayden sat in front of me and, Harry sat on the left-hand side of me rather closely, even though there was ample place for him. I could see that Hayden peeking through the menu, looking at the both of us. The food listing on the menu was rather interesting as I do not understand a single word that was written on it. It was all in French. It took me a while and for Harry and Hayden to explain to me what was I ordering. In the end, they took the liberty to order for the three of us all at once. On the table, the first course was a starter; we had the deliciously gooey baked Camembert. As for the main, we were having the red wine chicken and lastly the dessert, it was the amazingly delicious Coeur a' la crème. We down everything with the best champagne for mimosas. The food was exquisitely beautifully served on China plate with highly polish cutleries that came in different shape and sizes and of different usage. What can I say about the whole dinner experience? It was my first time to dine in this type of restaurant and it's simply the most minds blowing, delicious, over the top and damn expensive that I have ever had. During dinner, we had small talked among the three of us on any topics under the sun. Especially on me being with the family, which in response I was delighted to share. Do you think I would have any things to complain about? They had been good, generous and welcoming towards me. They are my family now that I am far away from my own family. I felt kind of sad whenever I think of them back in Ireland. I do missed them so much, especially my mom and dad and also my younger brother Gaffer. He's 3 years younger than me and worked as a Garda Síochána or a police service of the Republic of Ireland, married to a local beautiful Irish lady, Alana. Together they have the cutest child, a boy name Quinn. He's our family pride and joy, especially to his grandparents. I had the privileged to get acquainted with him for two years, before I was transferred here. What a joy he's been to my life. However, for now I have Harry to be my pride, my joy and my love. It came down to our last meal of the night. The restaurant owner had a big surprised on Harry's behalf. He had gathered a few of his serving staff to our tables before his head chef came out from the kitchen with a cake in his hand. Harry looked shocked and his expression was priceless. He turned to look at his father who was smiling widely like a canary. We had combined out impromptu voices in singing Harry a birthday song. Surprisingly the whole patrons of the restaurant had sung along with us and ending it with a loud cheers and clapping in Harry's direction. Harry leaned forward toward his cake, make a silent wished and blew off his eighteen candles in a single breath emit the sound of another round of clapping hands. The cake was cut evenly and Hayden had asked for it to be served to all other dine in guest. We were served first and enjoyed eating it with a hot beverage of French Cafe au Lait. Suddenly, I felt Harry's hand on my thigh, giving it a bit of a squeeze and also as a signal to proceed with what we're initially come wanting to talk about with Hayden. It was nerve wrecking, I began to doubt in my capability to carry on. I looked at Harry, and he was as nervous as me. We stared at each other, not realizing that Hayden was looking at us. "Boys," we got startled when we heard Hayden calling us. "Can the both of you tell me what was on your mind and please stop doing this telepathy thingy with each other. If you have something to say or tell me, now is as good a moment as it is." Hayden gave us a stare as frowning lines appearing on his forehead. Both of us knew he was not angry; however he was just curious for our deliberation. I nearly crumble in uncertainty and falter with my bravery. But I won't let that to happen to me and especially to my beloved Harry. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with as much fresh air as I could. I gave Harry hands another squeeze and turned to face Hayden and look at him straight in his eyes. "Hayden..." But before I could continue any further, Harry's cut in. My cheeks in an instant felt hot with worries and nerves. Hayden and I turned to look at him, and I was amazed at the way he was presenting himself. The positivism of his persona was outpouring from his being. "Greyson, as you already know, is not only a friend, a house mate, a mentor to me." Harry continued. "He is more than what you might think dad." I could hear him swallowing his saliva as his dad fixed at him a questioning gaze on his son. He then chocked and seems to not able to continue. I took it as my cue to continue from where he was and pick up from him. "Well Hayden, I am not just a friend, a mentor or even a priest to Harry, "I paused a little and tried to see any reaction from Hayden. But his outlook is deceiving me. He looked calm as a cucumber. I am puzzled with his non reaction. So I continued, "Harry and I have much more special of a bond than what I had told you." He did not seem to look upset yet. "Harry and I have decided to pursue a relationship together." I stated bluntly and Hayden eyes became wide as he coughed lightly. If he was in a state of drinking his coffee, he would have sprayed on me unintentionally. "A...a relationship?" He stammered," What do you mean by that?" He asked. His voice does not come out as angry, but it did sound kind of defensive. I shrank back a little and trying not to submit this as a defeat and hopelessness just yet. I took a glance at Harry as his cheek was turning red. I grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed a little as an assurance that he was still with me. He acknowledged but reciprocating back. "Dad, when Greyson said relationship, he means it a romantic relationship." Harry's was outspoken towards his father. He was not afraid as before. "Hayden, I knew Harry's will be 18 years old very soon, in fact, this coming Sunday, and the two of us had shared this feeling for a good time now." "Hardly," Hayden retorted. "The two of you just know each other just a few months." He defended. I sighed lightly so he would not hear it. I was becoming as nervous now. "I agree and it is quite unruly, but I can assure you Hayden," I started. My voice hardened as I gave Hayden my positive glare and the sincerity I felt. "I love your son and he loves me." I turned to look at Harry, smiling and squeezing his fingers again, gaining a smile back from him. "I would never intentionally hurt him and of course, I will atone any judgment you may have concerning him. However, I can also assure you, when he turns eighteen, I would very much resume to my post as his lover." I concluded. Hayden sat quiet a moment, staring between myself and Harry. It made us a bit uncomfortable. He remained quiet until I thought maybe he would not say anything. Then he spoke suddenly. "Does that mean that you are gay too? Even if he is turning eighteen, to be in a relationship with you, a priest is ridiculous." My heart just dropped at that very moment. "But Dad..." Hayden raises his hand up to stop Harry. "But, I would never get in the way of your happiness, son. If this man makes you happy," he gestured. "Then I would give you my approval and blessing. Just know that if you ever get my boy into trouble or hurt him, I would not hesitate to beat you up." He said suddenly, pointing at my face, you'll never be seen together again. I'll have you transferred in a heartbeat." Even with the threat hanging in the air, my heart was singing with joy and happiness. We had his approval and Harry must have felt it too, as his hand gripped my hand tightly as he sit up straight. "I also do not want you to get too close with Greyson in front of others. It is up to you if you want to be truthful to them all. But, speaking the truth and just make them understand where you're at." He spoke again. Both of us just nodded in unison." Even if you are eighteen, you still could cost Greyson his livelihood. I do not want to think what if the congregation finds out about you Greyson. Are you preparing for any resentment, altercation, disagreement and hatred from them?" Hayden was right about this. It will not be easy, but I will do anything to be true to myself. What is going on in my life, as a human being is no one else business. It will only be between me and the Lord. "I am not sure if Greyson willing to sacrifice his job or not. I am not willing for that label to be slapped onto your back, understood? Both of us nodded in unison again. "Hayden, can I contribute to the cost of this dinner?" I pleaded with him. "You cannot as this is my son birthday celebration, and I am the father and I insist of paying it. End of discussion." He articulated with a smile on his face. "Besides, it is the first time I am acknowledging you as my son's boyfriend." "That is find, but only if I am paying for the next meals." "What are next meals?" Hayden asked as he tried to get the waiter's attention. "Well of course. I am sure there will be times that we are going out to dinner again, am I right?" Hayden chuckled while staring at me. He then glanced over to Harry, and pointing in my direction. "I like this one, better than the last one," he stated plainly with a smile on his face. I was overjoyed and Harry was blushing a deep pink, on his cheeks. We walked out of the restaurant feeling rejuvenated. We came in not knowing what the outcome will be, and now we were officially a couple, blessed by Hayden and the Lord. I could not wipe off the smile on my face. I noticed that Harry was having the same problem. By the end of the night, I had Hayden laughing like I have never seen him before. The car ride back home was filled with joy and laughter as Hayden was spewing out corny jokes that totally embarrassed Harry. I was just laughing along at him and enjoyed the moment sitting beside my boyfriend. Wow, it did feel great to at least be the person I had wanted to be all of my adult life. The most important expect of my life has been resolved. I outed myself to someone beside Harry and I knew there will more than meet the eye. I am still a little comprehensive to genuinely be frank to the rest of the boys. But, I would do so for the sake of Harry and my insanity. Am I being selfish to myself? I never do want to know what the future might be. Others may resent me for being the real me. But, I have to move on. I knew I had Hayden backing behind me and Harry being the pillar of my strength and bravery. However, I had silently made contingencies if it really turned our life for the worse. I prayed silently in my heart... Heavenly Fathers, gives me strength in my weakness, gives me faith in my fear, and gives me power in my powerlessness. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change I can and wisdom to know the difference. You know every decision that I need to make and every challenge I face. Please forgive me for the times that I try to figure it out of my own. I need you; I need your Holy Spirit to give me the strength, wisdom and direction. I submit myself to you... 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