Preached By My Neighbor (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Dexter Evans

Every morning, I would make the garden beautiful, and I would do it if Westly Bennett is looking. But today, he is not. He’s not looking through his bedroom window. There’s a curtain, blocking the view of his room. The wind brushes pass me, making my hairs in my skin stand. Not seeing him from the start of the day is definitely not a good beginning. What if that guy is over there, in his room, doing naughty things to Wesly? Not a good thought. It was two days ago since that guy came over, and since I acknowledged Wesly. Did I hurt him that much, so much that he’s avoiding me? You are avoiding him, my mind whispers to me.

Clearly, he’s not going to look at me, or watch me, the way he used to be every morning. I remember when I first beautified the garden, and he was looking at me with his big beautiful eyes. I could see him smiling, but I chose not to notice him, or his smile, pretending that he didn’t exist, that I was focused on making the garden beautiful. I purposely drenched myself with the water, using the hose, and he laughed at me. Again, I chose not to notice, but his laugh was too hard to resist. It echoed in my ears, too many times, like a beautiful music in a Pandora box.

Snapping out of my beautiful trance, my wife calls me for breakfast and I immediately go there. There’s no choice left. Trashy lady. Heading there, my wife is placing a plate of bacon and egg on the table. The aromas of the food hit my nose, and the scent is heaven. My stomach grumbles. I take a seat, grab a fork, impale the bacon, and shove it inside my mouth. The taste of bacon bursts inside my mouth. Yum.

“Hey, maybe we could go shopping today.” My wife says to me as she places a cup of coffee beside my plate. “You know, we could just enjoy today at the mall. Ease our minds.” She takes a seat across from me, gives me a smile, touches my hand that is placed on the table, runs her thumb around it, and pouts.

“Sure, love.” Trash.

Her face lights up and her smile grows bigger, so big it’s starting to scare me off. I give her a smile. And I don’t like the smile I’m giving to her.

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The mall is a crowded place. People are wandering around, looking to their left and right, with observation. Some are window shopping, some are just here for the change of scenery. And I’m not here for either of the two. Knowing my wife, she would wander around the place, head inside the stores after stores, buy stuffs, and let me carry the bags full of girly stuffs. I made the wrong decision of going here with her.

My wife hooks her arm around my arm, showing me her smile. I smile back. But innerly, I’m rolling my eyes at her. There are girls eyeing me. With my looks, some mistakes me as a mid-20s man. Good-looking man. Oh the ego, Dex. My wife walks with me, proudness etch across her face. Then the hell starts. She starts to shop, buying stuffs. With my money. With my freaking money. With my f*****g money.

After my wife shop, my wife has decided that we should eat. As we stroll, my head snaps at the direction. There, walking with a man, is my son. He looks happy and calm. The boy once I knew is not there anymore. He looks stronger, much than ever. He laughs, along with the guy. My heart swells with happiness. Seeing my son happy is enough to make my mind feel peace. The guy leaves, and I look at my side. My wife is not beside me anymore. Looking back at my son, he keeps looking at his left and right, waiting patiently for the guy to come. I walk towards him. He sees me. He becomes tensed. He runs, and I run after him. Calling his name, he doesn’t stop, instead, he runs faster. I run faster, too. Catching up with him, I put a hand on his shoulder and I match his speed, and stop him. We both halt. My son looks at me with terrified eyes and gulps. I hug him.

“I’m sorry, Carter.” I say, hugging him tight. “I miss you so much.”

He doesn’t move. It’s like he becomes a statue, but I can feel his heart beating faster, out of nervousness, I guess.

“I’m really sorry. I’m such an ass.” I add, pulling away from the hug. He looks at me, his eyes are swelling with tears. “I shouldn’t have done that, son. And I just want you to know, that I accept you no matter what, or who you are.”

“Dad…” He whispers, then he bursts into tears as he hugs me. I hug him back. “Dad, I miss you so much. And mom. I miss you guys so much. Does she…” I shake my head and he lowers his head.

“Look, your mother is just being your mother.” I assure him, giving him a smile. “One day, she will realize what a crazy woman she’s been. Just give it a month, or just wait. Yeah. You better wait.”

“I should go back there,” he says as he wipes the tears away from his eyes. “Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Your boyfriend?” I tease him. He blushes.

He shakes his head. “No! He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Right,”

“No, really. I’m not his boyfriend!”

“Okay, go back there. Go on.” I say.

“Ass.” He mutters, then he turns and walks away.

I go back. Looking at my left and right, I try to remember the way back to the place where my wife has left me. Nothing. I sigh as I pull my phone out of my pocket, to text her. My head snaps upward as I hear a beautiful, angelic voice. I see Wesly with… Robert? That’s what his name, right? Yeah. Robert. Robert the b***h.

They both laugh. Irritation courses through my veins, sending message to my brain that this Robert should be killed with my bare hands. They are both holding hands. They are both smiling at each other. They are both happy. And I hate them for doing it in front of me. Wesly excuses himself and goes to the restroom. I follow him.

When I enter, I see him washing his hand in the sink, his eyes are trained on his hands. When he looks up, he gasps. Then I pin him on the wall.

“What the f**k are you doing here with that ass wipe guy?” I demand, almost snarling at him.

“The f**k! Get off of me!” He snarls, glaring daggers at me. Good thing the restroom has no persons but us. “What’s your problem, Dexter?”

“My problem? What the f**k is my problem?” I mock, staring at him dead in the eyes. I’m so angry at him and Robert. Especially to Robert. He’s stealing my Wesly away from me. “You being with that stupid, motherfucking guy is my f*****g problem!” He’s about to protest when I put my lips on his.

His eyes widen. He tries to push me off of him, but I am much stronger than him. He gives up. He gives in on my kiss. I slowly kiss him, sensual, trying to feel the unexplainable fireworks blasting inside my stomach. His lips are moist, soft, and tender.

My hands roam around his body, and I can feel his member pressing against mine. Hard and erect. He moans against my lips and I move downwards, to his neck and I nip it.

“Dex…” He moans my name. A beautiful sound. It makes my heart burst, enough to make my brain explode, to make me die. Just the sound of his voice saying my name in a s****l manner is making me crazy. “S-s-st-stop, Dex.” He sucks in a breath.

“You taste so good, Wesly.” I want more.

“s**t, this is not happening!” Wesly bursts, pushing me off of him with strength. He glares at me. “f**k you, Dex. I f*****g hate you! Get lost! Get out of my sight!”

My heart cries.

“What? You’re making me leave? For what? Huh? For that guy? For that stupid guy?”

“Yes, I am making you leave for that stupid guy. Okay? Happy?”

“I am so not happy!”

“f**k you, I was being sarcastic!”

“Don’t go with that guy!”

“Get lost!”

“No!”

“I don’t want to see you again!”

“I don’t want to see you again with that guy! Ever!”

Our voice keeps echoing in the bathroom. Our bickering is no good. But I love to argue with him. Because he’s really, really cute when he’s mad.

“Ha, you’re so stupid, Dex. Can’t you process it with your mind? I don’t want to see you ever again. I’m going to move. I will stay with Robert. I don’t want to see you again. Now, leave me the f**k alone!”

My heart cries. I turn around and walk away. But my plan is not to get away from him.

But only to lock the door.