Preached By My Neighbor (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The End

"So what do you want to do?" I ask him. His hair has gotten longer, and he never likes to have it cut. Wes becomes more handsome, more mature, in the span of 3 months. Yes, we have been living here in Brooklyn for about 3 months now. "I mean, we can just stay in bed, cuddle and, you know, do some stuff."

Wes rolls his eyes at me playfully. "Dexter, seriously, why do you think of s*x so much?" he already knows the answer to that of course. When I'm with him, I can't help but to fantasize everything about him – his mouth, his body, his arms, his legs, his private part, his hips, his hands, everything. "It's not normal. You think of s*x almost every day. If there's a rehab for s*x addicts, I'd put you in there."

Moving closer to him, his body tenses when my naked chest makes contact with his bare arm. I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Well, I can't help it you know, Bennett. Every time I see you, I just want to take you. You have no idea how much I want to do that right now." We have s*x – made love­ – last night, yet all I want to taste again is Wesley Bennett. He's like a drug, a drug that I want to consume every goddamn time. He's toxic. In a good way. Wes immediately relaxes when my arm goes around his waist, pushing him closer to me. I run my fingers across the smooth skin of his other arm, running the tips up and down.

"My back is still sore," he mutters under his breath. I think I've been too hard last night, but he liked it. No, he loved it. Wes definitely does when I get hard on him. His body says otherwise though; the way his body freezes and relaxes when I touch him, it basically screams for me, for me to touch him, to cherish him, to feel him beneath me. "But..."

Then my phone rings. Wes sighs in relief; I frown.

Standing up, letting the duvet fall back into the bed, exposing my naked self to him, I smirk when I see him from the corner of my eyes blushing. He turns his face just to hide his embarrassment and I head over to the table where my phone is placed. I pick it up, not bothering who the hell is calling me.

When I answer the phone, my son's voice comes out through the speaker and I groan out loud. Of course it's Carter. "What?" I say grumpily. If I could just reach him out from here, I would have punched him for interrupting Wes and I's moment. "What is it now?"

"Good morning to you, too, dad," he says, sarcasm dripping out of his mouth. "I just want to tell you that Theo and I are on our way to Brooklyn."

Then I remember – a month ago, my son told me that they would go on vacation here in Brooklyn, recommended by me. Now I'm regretting that. Theo better be renting a unit far away from here, not in this building. The last thing I want to happen is for them to hear me having a hot and wild s*x with Wes. I'm pretty sure Wes will be mortified about that.

In the span of three months, I have learned a lot from my son. He told me things about being gay and all that s**t. He even gave me DVDs – movies about men doing naughty and gay stuff. According to him, watching those videos would make me a pro at gay s*x. The first time I watched that, I was mortified at the sight. It was a b**m video. The image of butt plugs, dildos, or whatever toys they used for b**m mortified me – it still does. Plus I doubt Wes will like that. He even told me that other than Theo, he'd have s*x with a man, from his school, named Ronny. It was some sort of accident, according to him, but not really. I told him he's a slut; he retorted back, saying that I was a virgin when it came to having a relationship with a guy. And it's true. It's not like I have discovered my true sexuality in an early stage of my life. After him having s*x with Ronny, he immediately told Theo, and later, Ronny had a relationship with one of the jocks of the school – Ronny came out of the closet. According to my son, he used to be a bully; he hated gays, but that changed. Well, I guess if you hate gays, there's really something wrong with you. I hated gays before, but... I think I've been gay my whole life. I saw something in gays that I hadn't. Acceptance and peace. Perhaps that's the reason why I hated them before. But after meeting Wesley Bennett, my belief had changed. I realized I've been gay my whole life, and I think he's the first and last man I'm going to love.

"You better stay away from us," I growl over the phone.

I can practically see my son rolling his eyes. "Nice father you are."

"I mean it," I say. Just talking to my son is giving me a headache. "The last thing I want to happen is for you to hear me having s*x with Wes, so no. Stay away. Unless you want to hear that, I recommend you to book one of the apartments here and become our temporary neighbor."

"Ew, no, we'll get a unit far away from yours," Carter says. I hear Theo chuckle in the background. I guess I'm on speakerphone. "See you later, or tomorrow, dad. Theo and I will stopover and have an early lunch."

"Good, bye, take care!" I say to him and hang up. Putting the phone back on the table, I turn around only to see Wes heading into the bathroom, then he shuts the door, then I hear the slight click of the door, indicating that he has locked it. "Wes, open the goddamn door!"

Wesley Bennett

I still don't know why I deserve a man like Dexter Evans.

That remains a mystery to me for, I think, forever. Dex helps me, lifts me up, and just I thought my life was really over, he was there to prove me I was wrong. That I was really, really wrong to think so. He made  me realize things. He makes me realize things. I guess that's why I love him.

Dexter Evans

I love Wesley Bennett. I love every inch, part of him. I'm in love with him.

Wesley Bennett

There are times that I just want to scream and shout, tell the world that he's mine. I'm proud to have him, to call him as my boyfriend, to label him as mine. Who wouldn't have the urge to do that if your boyfriend is Dexter Evans? Everybody would definitely do that, and I wouldn't blame them. I'm in love with him; I'm in love with the way he strokes my hair at night just to make me feel relaxed if I'm having issues sleeping; I'm in love with the way his touch burns my skin; I'm in love with the way he stares at me, as if I'm the most important, most valuable, most beautiful, jewel he has ever seen in his whole life; I'm in love with the way he runs the tip of his nose across my jawline; I'm in love with the way he breathes; I'm in love with the way he smiles – God, that smile of his is so beautiful; I'm in love with the way he makes me calm; I'm in love with his voice, I could listen to it forever; I'm in love with his eyes, the way it brightens when his eyes meet mine; I'm in love with his body, his body that could set me up on fire; I'm in love with the way he handles me; I'm in love with the way he carries me; I'm in love with him. I'm in love with Dexter Evans.

Sometimes I wonder if what we have is just temporary. Sometimes I wonder if this will all soon end. Sometimes I wonder if Dexter Evans will stay with me. But when I look into his eyes, and see all the love and happiness swimming in there, I have the answer: No. A big no. What we have is for forever; this will not end; Dexter Evans will stay with me, and I'll do the same. I wouldn't trade him for anything.

He bangs on the bathroom door. I groan out loud. He doesn't like being left alone. And neither do I.

Dexter Evans

That bastard.

I love everything about him – even though he just locked me out from entering the bathroom so I wouldn't be able to have a hot and steamy shower with him together. My love for him will just grow stronger and stronger every single day. It will not fade. My love for him will stay forever.

My boyfriend opens the door with a frown on his face, and I quickly slip in.

Our eyes meet, and I know that our hearts are already beating erratically. We have that effect on each other. I make his heart race, he makes mine. He brightens up my world, I brighten his. When he smiles, I almost want to melt. When I smile, he admires it. This is love. Despite the flaws that we have, despite the ghosts and fears that we have, we put up with each other. This is love. You see an ugly side of him, you will still love him no matter what. That's love. He sees an ugly side of me, he still adores me. That's love.

Now I wonder what I've done to deserve such a Wesley Bennett in my life. Why did I deserve him? What have I done right?

Several months ago, he was just my gay neighbor, living in a house beside mine, who I preached, who I gave bible lessons – or at least I tried to. But now, he's already my boyfriend, and now we're living in the city of Brooklyn. My wife, who's going to file a divorce – and I'm thankful for it, is long gone, living with a man older than me. I'm happy for her, but she's not for me. She still hasn't accepted Carter, but Carter doesn't mind. Carter is a strong person. My son is a strong person. Plus Theo is with him. So why wouldn't he be strong?

Wes is the reason why I fight every single day. Wes is the reason why I'm strong. Why I'm always strong.

Am I ready to marry him? Am I ready to spend eternity of my life with him? There's only one answer: Hell yes!

Will he say yes if I kneel in front of him and ask him to marry me? I hope so.

Wesley Bennett

Once he slips into the bathroom, he snakes his arms around me and draws me closer. Our chest, stomach, legs, private areas, they are now touching and it's so sexy – Dex always sets me up on fire.

If he kneels down in front of me and asks me to marry him, I would definitely say yes. If he asks me to spend the rest of his life with him, I will say yes. There's no other answer, only that.

Dex kneels down in front of me and I remain calm, not really expecting anything. He's Dex. And Dex is an asshole. But he's my Dex. His asshole-ness wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't change the love I have for him.

"I know we're naked, and this is not the right place to ask you this, but... will you marry me?" he asks me, then frowns. "Crap, I didn't bring the ring."

Dexter Evans

He just looks at me like I've lost my mind.

I should have brought the ring. I should have brought the ring I purchased a week ago.

Wesley Bennett

I just look at me, keeping my face blank.

He could be tricking me. So I remain myself calm, shutting my lips as tight as I can.

Dexter Evans

Why is he not answering? I don't look like I'm an i***t, do I?

Wesley Bennett

He's serious. Dex is freaking serious. He's actually asking me if I'd marry him.

Dexter Evans

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" I say, panic rising up. Wes remains silent, just looking at me with no emotions etched on his face. He probably isn't ready. God, I should have waited three years before I ask the stupid question. How stupid of me. And now, he's crying.

Wesley Bennett

Tears begin to pour out my eyes. There's only one answer. Of course there's only one answer. And why should I keep that answer? I shouldn't, so I say "Yes," while I cry like a freaking baby. That's the only answer. That's the only answer he must hear.

Dexter Evans

God, I love him so much.

We're still naked, but I love him.

Wesley Bennett

Of course I said the right answer. Why should I say the opposite? I love him. He loves me. We're ready to spend eternity of our lives with each other. He can keep preaching me if he wants that. I'm in love with him. He's in love with me. We're meant to be. God, I'm so in love with him.

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