GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER TWO

Donovan knew one truth all too well, that love is such a peculiar thing. Having experienced it personally it had taken him by surprise and gave him no choice in the object of your heart's desire. He'd tried in the past to resist it, but his heart always led him back to the one person that he had fallen for at first sight.

Sure, there at been separations in anger or in agreement that what they had together would never work. During those times their separation would leave an ache deep in the core of his being and nothing he tried would take the pain away. His thoughts and urges would become consumed and the only cure was the physical touch from the object of his affection.

He'd finally resolved that this was not a simple case of what he wanted, this is what he needed to breathe. His survival in this life was hinged to one fact that he could not live without what his heart desired.

Sure, he could pretend and had played his role for so long. He'd tried to convince himself that he could be normal. Whatever that meant. If he was honest in the beginning and if he had to describe this relationship in the present it was to him normal. This was the one person on the planet that knew him, his likes, his dreams, and his desires. One person on the whole planet that he could be with and not have to put on a mask of pastor or one of the many aliases he assumed through the course of a day. He was different personas to many people, but none of them were real.

Donovan nuzzled closer to Brocus' ear and took the lobe into his mouth and sucked it intently. He moaned when he felt Brocus' body quiver. He pulled him closer and his grip tightened around his body. He loved every inch of him and had always felt that way and because of this he was a firm believer in soul ties.

Their lives currently were a tangled mess because Donovan's life choices had made it that way. His father, his career, the church and other obligations warred with the life he wished that he could have with Brocus.

Regardless of his circumstance since first laying eyes on Brocus he just knew this was where and with whom he should be spending his life.

"Feel that Brocus?" He sighed. "My love for you? You do this to me with every moment we are together. I can't breathe, my only thought is having you, touching you, loving you."

Brocus moaned and his eyes fluttered open as Donovan pressed his body on to him. Brocus looked into his blue eyes, the same eyes that had opened his heart to love and taught him to trust who he genuinely was created to be. The same eyes have always taken him captive, held him frozen in place, waiting for instruction and begged for his attention.

He'd known from the moment their eyes met that this was different that Donovan and he would have lives that would become entwined somehow. His nerves had been a quivering mess standing alone in his first class of his freshman year of high school. Everything was new his parents purchased a new home over the summer which meant a new neighborhood, new school and that he would have to mak new friends. So, he was lost as to where to sit and nervously glance around the room for hopefully a familiar face or at least a friendly smile on one face in the twenty students standing around the room. Then he spotted him standing across the room staring at him. It had taken a long moment for Brocus to realize he was staring right back. He felt his face heat into a full blush and he smiled and then giggled nervously when Donovan had smiled back.

Brocus could barely see straight as they took seats at the only shared desk remaining. Donovan had toyed nervously with the chemistry items on the desk then turned to him abruptly. Hi, I'm Donovan. Brocus blushed even more and told him his name.