Jamie Lawrence

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

"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.

"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!"

"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.

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."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you would like to get in touch with questions, comments of suggestions, contact me at thebobbyfish@gmail.com

A special thanks to Bill T.

Chapter Fifteen will be along soon enough.