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This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Clifford,” Gabe said with a weary smile as I stepped up to shake his hand. He captured my right hand between both of his, a welcoming hand hug. “I’m sure Deandre is quite happy to attend the after service buffet at the chalet. Also, it’s not nice to nudge people into being your goalie.”
“But he would be decent.” The boy said then ran off to join a small group of antsy kids already racing around the muddy yard.
“Well, at least I’d be decent,” I quipped as Gabe and I stood in the vestibule of the chapel, hands clasping hands, smiling at each other. His hands were warm. Mine were larger, and rougher and a bit more scarred from years of taking slashes to the hands.
“I’m sure you’d be more than decent. Thank you for coming to services today. It was quite the pleasant surprise to see your face smiling up at me. I hope the sermon was a mean one.” He winked just as a gust of wind whistled into the foyer making those curls dance.
“It was for sure one mean sermon,” I replied then gave his toasty hands a squeeze. Pastor Dawson cleared his throat. Gabe turned beet red, releasing my hands guiltily. I felt some heat rise to my face. We’d been holding hands and grinning goofily at each other for who knew how long. Long enough for the elder deacon to notice. “I’ll see you at the chalet.”
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Decent can be a compliment, especially from a kid. LOL Enjoyed this scene. Well done.
Love this line– gust of wind whistled into the foyer making those curls dance.
Uh oh. They’ve been spotted. And by someone who will surely not approve. Great evocative writing and superb dropping a hint of conflict to come. I doubt that elder deacon is going to let that hand-holding go without comment. SO looking forward to how this is going to play out! Great job.
Ut-oh!! BUSTED!
Great scene, I could picture them in this interaction and the expressions on their faces.
Love this scene. Well done
Uh oh! Someone caught on to how they feel about each other. I can’t wait to see where this goes. Great job!