Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 09:05:12 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 9 - Slip @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional story with things that happened or will happen to Greyson and Harry. All other characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys with adults, 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 in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com Thoughts and suggestion are always welcome and may or may not be implemented. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible. AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org please give a donation to help cover their expenses. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "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! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. If you would like to be added to it and to be informed of new submission, please contact me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com . Please let me know that you read it on nifty.org . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@