Page 7 of Sins of the Flesh
“Thanks Mom.”She goes back to her knitting and I power down my lunch.Then spend a few hours laying on the couch scrolling through my phone.Around 10pm, I let out a yawn and wish Mom a goodnight, then I head upstairs for bed.
HIS HOT BREATH IS ON MY LIPS, a large hand is cupping my cheek.“Every time I see you in the pew during Sunday service, I just want to do this.”His lips capture mine and it's perfect.The softness, the glide of his tongue, I’m a slave to the movement of his mouth as he owns me.His hands explore my body and all I want is for him to touch me in every place no one ever has.
“Make me yours, Caleb.”I whimper into the kiss.He spins me around bending me over the pew and I’m on fire, yes, yes, yes.I turn my head looking over my shoulder and Caleb looks at me, his eyes dark with hunger.
“I’ll make you…” BEEP BEEP BEEP!My eyes shoot open and I groan, slapping my phone.Stupid alarm, I was just getting to the good part.
Apparently my dick already got there.The uncomfortable wetness in my boxers reminds me it's always just a dream.I stand up pulling the wet fabric from my skin.Cumming is great and all but my boxers being full of it is gross.
I sprint to the bathroom and turn on the shower.Tossing the soiled garment in the hamper, I shower quickly.Today is the day, and I'm starting it off after having a wet dream about my new boss.This is already not going well.I towel off quickly, trying to shake the images from my dream out of my head.I can't show up at the Church with those thoughts still bouncing around in my brain.Father Nichols, er, Caleb, would see it written all over my face.
"Get it together, Cole," I mutter to my reflection.My green eyes stare back at me accusingly.Twenty years old and crushing on a forty-something Priest like some character in a trashy novel.
Pulling on my work clothes, I check myself in the mirror.Simple gray t-shirt, worn jeans that are comfortable enough to move in but not so ratty they look unprofessional.This is Church work after all.My hair is still damp, sticking up in all directions despite my attempts to tame it.
"Cole!Breakfast!"Mom calls from downstairs.
"Coming!"I shout back, giving myself one last look."You can do this," I whisper to my reflection."It's just a job.He's just a man.A forty-something, very handsome, kind-hearted Priest who you do not have a thing for."Yeah, that doesn't sound convincing at all.
I clatter down the stairs to find Mom setting out a plate of eggs and toast.
"First day jitters?"She asks, studying my face with that motherly intuition that always seems to see right through me.
"Something like that," I mutter, shoveling food into my mouth.
"You're going to do great," she says, patting my shoulder.“I’m off to work.I love you.”
“Love you, Mom,” I mumble with my mouth full.
After cleaning up the breakfast dishes and putting away the plate Mom left out for Dad.I grab my backpack and check it.Got my Mio and Dad's water bottle.I swear I'm forgetting something.I shrug at my thoughts and head to the garage.
I pull Dad's old tool bag from the shelf and fill it with his worn tools.My heart clenches as I gaze around the garage, so many hours spent here with my Dad talking, building, and fixing stuff.I hope me getting this job would make him proud.
I put the tool bag on the passenger side floorboard and my backpack on the seat.The late December wind lashes at my face, and I take a deep breath of chimneys burning in the distance.I love that smell, maybe it's built into me because it's the month I was born in, but whatever it is, it makes me feel a sense of comfort because it's also Dad's birth month.
The wind kicks up again, and I pull my coat tighter around me as I jog to the driver's side of my truck.I pull up the St.Joseph pendant from my neck and kiss it, pointing to the sky, “Love you, Dad.”I whisper as I get into the truck and drive to my first day as an official handyman.
Four
Caleb
On My Knees - Rufus Du Sol
H
oney, have you seen my keys??"My voice echoes through the small house as I call out to Ally.Eyes darting back and forth, I frantically check under magazines and papers scattered across the pristine white countertop.
Opening the refrigerator and even the microwave to search, I swear, some days I feel like I'm losing my mind!I once found my cell phone in the freezer, of all places.Ally always says I'm too distracted by my work.But really, I think I'm just getting old.
Suddenly, a familiar jingling sound fills the air behind me.Ally is chuckling at me as I turn, her hand triumphantly holding up the missing keys."You left them in the bathroom, silly," she teases, handing them to me with a playful smile.As she leans in to kiss my cheek, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.
"What would I do without you?"I say with a grateful sigh.
Ally steps back and playfully puts her thumb and forefinger on her chin as if deep in thought."Hmm, you would be naked, keyless, and starve to death?"She jokes with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.I can't resist grinning back at her, attempting to scowl but failing miserably.
"Very funny," I say with a smirk.
"Speaking of starving," Ally interrupts our banter as she points towards the refrigerator."There's a container of leftovers in there for lunch.EAT IT."It's not uncommon for me to get so caught up in my work that I forget to eat, and Ally knows it well.
