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Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long. (Psalm 25:5, ESV)
They held hands all the way home.
It hardly mattered that their palms were sweaty and their fingers were cramped, or that Kelvin was forced to drive with one hand on the wheel. Keefe refused to let go of his boyfriend. His boyfriend who, as of tonight, just so happened to be the Top Christ Following Man.
Kelvin positively radiated joy as they flew down the back roads, away from the celebratory ice cream sundaes and towards the compound. Keefe could barely keep his eyes off Kelvin – he kept glancing over at him from the passenger seat, enamored by the smile on his face and the subtle bob of his head to the music. Occasionally Kelvin would peek at Keefe at the same moment Keefe was peeking at Kelvin, and they’d both grin wider and squeeze their joined hands tighter.
Keefe had seen Kelvin do a lot of brave, heroic things over the years: storming Club Sinister to rescue Dot, standing up to Dr. Gemstone, bearing the cross and expelling the God Squad from his home, escaping imprisonment from the Brothers of Tomorrow’s Fires… But tonight, standing up on that stage and declaring his truth to the whole world, was easily the most courageous thing Keefe had ever witnessed.
Truth be told, he’d never loved or admired Kelvin more. (Which was saying a lot, because he was pretty sure it was impossible to love or admire anyone more than this. Then again, he thought that every day, and yet every day he fell more in love with Kelvin Gemstone.)
But it wasn’t just the golden glow radiating off of Kelvin that made Keefe’s heart swell. It was relief, too. He’d been holding his breath a long time – years, in fact – waiting for Kelvin to truly accept himself. To feel proud of who he was, and who he loved. There were so many things they couldn’t do before, so many ways in which Keefe wanted to express his love for Kelvin but couldn’t. Now, though…now he was free. Kelvin was free. They were free.
And that felt freaking fantastic.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Kelvin teased, and Keefe realized he’d been staring. For how long, he couldn’t say, but it must have been a while because they were parked in front of the house. He couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for losing time basking in his gorgeous boyfriend’s joy, but he did blush a little bit. And then, because it was a genius idea, he slipped his phone from his pocket and snapped a quick photo of Kelvin. It was dark out and the image was blurry, but Kelvin was the most photogenic person he knew, so it would be hot regardless.
“Now I can stare at you any time I like,” said Keefe proudly, pocketing his phone and bringing their joined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of Kelvin’s hand.
“You stare at me all the time anyway, Keefe.”
“Yeah, but sometimes you go places,” he explained simply.
Kelvin’s eyes crinkled in delight, but then he rolled them to deflect some of the sappiness.
“Get your tight little butt inside,” Kelvin said with a smirk, dropping Keefe’s hand and shooing him out the passenger door.
Keefe swung out of the Jeep with an unnecessary acrobatic flourish, then zipped to the driver’s side. He snatched Kelvin’s hand back up the instant he reached him, and Kelvin let him. He was pretty sure he saw Kelvin’s smile widen, but it was overshadowed by another dramatic eye roll.
“What’re you gonna do to my tight little butt inside?” Keefe asked, bumping his shoulder against Kelvin’s playfully.
“Jeez, Keefe, you’re awfully eager tonight!”
As they entered the foyer and turned on the lights, Keefe could see the pink blush on his boyfriend’s cheeks. Even though they’d been dating for a good long while now, Keefe still loved how bashful Kelvin could get about sexual innuendo. Usually he loved to dig in deeper and watch the blush spread, but tonight the earnestness of his emotions won out and he said in all seriousness:
“I’m just real proud of you, Brother Kelvin.”
Turns out that sincere compliments were just as effective at making Kelvin blush. His eyes welled with tears, too, and Keefe couldn’t have that. Happy tears or not, tonight was for celebrating, not crying. He stepped forward immediately, pressing his body against Kelvin’s and silencing whatever he was about to say with a kiss.
It was soft, and Kelvin was soft, and Keefe’s heart felt soft, and so did his soul. He was like fresh Play-Doh, ready to be rolled and molded into whatever form suited them best, as long as God’s hands were doing the molding and Kelvin was the cookie cutter. Or maybe Kelvin was the hands and God was the roller press with fun little shapes engraved into it. Or maybe Keefe’s brain was the Play-Doh and the metaphor didn’t matter because he was kissing the newest Top Christ Following Man and what else could possibly matter more than that?
“Bedroom?” Kelvin asked between kisses.
Keefe nodded, then walked Kelvin slowly backwards towards the stairs without breaking their embrace. It was clumsy and a bit silly, seeing as they could have been upstairs in a matter of seconds if they wanted to be, but Keefe couldn’t stand the thought of being parted from Kelvin for more than the span of a gasped breath. And Kelvin, it seemed, felt similarly.
The stairs were their own kind of challenge, but somehow they navigated upwards between grasping hands and desperate lips. Each step was littered with discarded items of clothing, but neither of them cared for the mess left behind. All they cared about was the fact that there was less fabric separating them by the time they made it to their king-sized bed.
Both men kicked off their shoes at the foot of the bed, but then Kelvin paused. He looked nervous for a split-second before he puffed up his chest and said, “I wanna do somethin’ special…with you…tonight.”
Keefe just about choked on his surprise. “Special, like…?” Surely Kelvin didn’t mean…
“Not that,” Kelvin hurried to clarify, chuckling awkwardly. “I still think that’s for…well, uh…I mean…”
Keefe knew he meant to say that intercourse was strictly to be saved for marriage – which he hoped was back on the table now that Kelvin was officially and publicly out of the closet – but that was a conversation for tomorrow. They didn’t need to complicate the euphoria of this night with any major life decisions, so Keefe generously moved past it.
“I understand, brother. I can do special.”
“Yeah you can,” Kelvin agreed, seemingly pleased to have been given an out. “Special is your specialty.”
Keefe let out an appreciative ‘ooh’ sound at the compliment. He knew Kelvin thought he was special, but it was nice to be reminded now and again. “Well then, special you shall receive.” He made prayer hands and did a little bow.
Kelvin bit his lip to stifle a smile, then stripped his remaining article of clothing. Keefe did the same, and then they were stumbling onto the bed and tangling themselves in each other.
It had been far too long since they’d been here, doing this. Five days, in fact. Five long, difficult days since the roundtable debacle, and since Kelvin had self-sequestered in the treehouse. But here he was again, given another glorious opportunity to worship Kelvin’s body. He was prepared to make up for lost time.
He started with Kelvin’s arms. Goodness, he loved Kelvin’s arms. Big and strong and soft, perfect for running his hands up and down, feeling each and every muscle as it flexed beneath the skin. And those shoulders. Good golly were they broad and powerful. Keefe kneaded his fingers deep into the muscle there, delighting in the moan that escaped Kelvin’s lips, then dragged his nails down his chest. Kelvin loved it when he did that, and he loved the way Kelvin shivered and leaned into the sharp touch.
Kelvin’s hands were working their own path across Keefe’s skin – down his back, around his hips, back up his stomach. Keefe responded by latching his mouth onto Kelvin’s neck and sucking hard, coaxing out yet another pleased moan. He used to be careful about leaving marks. ‘Hickeys only draw attention,’ Kelvin had reminded him on multiple occasions. But now there was no need to hide what went on behind closed doors. Now he could litter Kelvin’s skin with marks and it didn’t matter who saw. He pulled back a few inches to admire the purpling skin, and then had to allow himself a moment for his mind to stop spinning. It was striking to see an imperfection on Kelvin’s smooth skin, and knowing he’d caused it was more than a little dizzying.
“You good?” Kelvin whispered, his breath ruffling tendrils of Keefe’s hair as he waited patiently for an answer.
“Uh-huh,” Keefe answered intelligently, “I-uh, left a hickey.”
“You need a pic of that, too, or what?” Kelvin teased, but Keefe didn’t quite catch the joke. He was already making to move towards his pants, which were in a heap near the door and most certainly still had his phone in the pocket. But before he could get anywhere, Kelvin was grabbing his wrist and yanking him back down to the bed. “I was just kiddin’, dang! The hickey ain’t goin’ nowhere, bud, and neither are you.”
Kelvin pinned Keefe’s body with his own, then kissed him like both their lives depended on it. Keefe was slightly embarrassed that he’d taken Kelvin’s joke so literally, but mostly he was still convinced that it was a good idea, so he made a mental note to ask again later. But for now he let it tumble out of his brain with every other coherent thought he had. All that mattered in that moment was making Kelvin feel every bit as good as he deserved.
It wasn’t too difficult to do just that, seeing as they were both desperate for it. Kelvin was always sensitive, but this was something more. Keefe rocked his hips up into Kelvin’s, and he could already feel the slick slide of Kelvin’s precome spreading between their bodies. Keefe swallowed Kelvin’s answering groan and tasted the desperation on his tongue, so intense that it sent a shiver down his spine.
“So…special?” Keefe asked between panted breaths.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Just to be sure,” Keefe said hesitantly, needing that final confirmation that they were on the same page, “you want me to” – he gulped – “finger you?”
Kelvin nodded emphatically, then tugged hard on Keefe’s nipple ring to emphasize his answer.
Keefe couldn’t contain the strangled whimper that it dragged from him – both from the physical sensation and the confirmation that he was about to finger his boyfriend – but he also didn’t have the wherewithal to feel embarrassed. Kelvin knew what he was doing, and they both loved it.
He rolled Kelvin over until their positions were flipped, then he reached for the drawer where they kept the lube. They’d used a lot of lube over the past couple years – like, a lot, and in a lot of creative ways – but they’d never actually done this. Half-empty bottle in hand, Keefe suddenly felt the magnitude of what he was about to do, and it was thrilling. His dick got impossibly harder.
He rearranged the pillows thoughtfully, then used his hands to gently guide Kelvin onto a comfortable position on his stomach.
Peering up over his shoulder, Kelvin said, “But I wanna look at you.”
Keefe’s heart swelled at the same time his dick throbbed. “You can,” he explained kindly, “just let me get started this way…I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I’m not gonna get hurt,” Kelvin said dismissively as he started to roll back over. But Keefe was faster, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and holding him in place.
“Trust me.”
They exchanged a weighted look, then Kelvin gave a barely perceptible nod and relaxed back into the mattress.
“Thank you, Brother Kelvin.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one s’posed to be thankin’ y-OU,” Kelvin said, his last word morphing into a high-pitched squeak when Keefe spread his cheeks apart.
“Wow.” That one word was all Keefe could manage to say as he stared down at the most intimate part of Kelvin Gemstone. It made sense that his asshole would be every bit as perfect as the rest of his body, but Keefe still had to pick his jaw up off the ground and wipe away a little trickle of drool.
“Didn’t know it’d feel so dang personal,” Kelvin said, snorting out an awkward laugh.
That shook Keefe out of his daze long enough to remember that this whole thing was about making Kelvin feel good, not himself. “Are you okay?” he asked seriously, “I can stop.”
“No, keep going.”
“You’ll tell me if you wanna stop?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
Keefe pushed himself into a kneeling position and leaned over Kelvin, then used a gentle hand to twist his head back and press their lips together in a hot, messy kiss. They were both panting by the time he pulled back, but Keefe held eye contact as he asked, “Ready?”
“Very.”
Keefe grinned so widely his cheeks hurt, but it didn’t stop him from settling back between Kelvin’s legs and grabbing the lube bottle from the sheets. He flicked the cap and drizzled a healthy amount over his fingers, then rubbed them together to warm it up. Nothing worse than cold lube on a warm butthole, he’d always said.
He dragged a heavy palm up the back of Kelvin’s thigh while sliding the lube-slick fingers of his other hand between his cheeks. Kelvin gasped at the unusual sensation, but Keefe wasn’t deterred. He knew Kelvin would tell him if it got to be too much. He used his clean hand to pull one of Kelvin’s ass cheeks to the side, then dragged a slow finger from Kelvin’s balls to the top of his crack. Kelvin’s whole body shuddered, and then he practically convulsed when Keefe pressed two fingers firmly against his hole. He didn’t break the surface, but it was enough to have Kelvin gasping for breath and his own dick throbbing between his legs.
“Keefe,” Kelvin moaned, and it was both shameless praise and desperate entreaty, all rolled into one.
“You’re doing great, Kelv.”
“’M-not-doin’-anything.”
“Yes you are,” Keefe insisted, wishing he had the words to describe exactly how perfect Kelvin was being for him. In the absence of words he took action, pressing one finger to Kelvin’s entrance and pushing in. Just one knuckle at first, enough to feel the stretch of muscle and the heat of his body, but not so much to be painful.
The quiet bedroom was littered with exclamations of “holy jeez” and “oh good golly” and a dozen other phrases that fell just short of taking the Lord’s name in vain. Keefe had a brief moment to admire Kelvin’s commitment to virtue before he was distracted by the movement of Kelvin’s body as it rocked back against his hand. It may have been the hottest sight in the history of the world, and Keefe hoped the mental picture he took would do it justice.
He snatched the lube back up, drizzled more directly over the place where his finger was opening Kelvin up, and then pressed in even deeper. Kelvin let out a groan that was somewhere between agony and rapture, and Keefe was forced to ignore the painful hardness of his own dick between his legs.
“How’s it feel?” he prompted, knowing it felt good but needing Kelvin to say it anyways.
“Uh-huh,” was all Kelvin managed.
Keefe smiled, somehow still managing to feel endeared to Kelvin even when he had a finger up his ass, but he felt obliged to say, “That’s not really an answer.”
This time Kelvin grunted something incomprehensible, so Keefe helped him out a bit.
“Does it feel nice?”
“Mm, real nice.” The words were stilted and hard to hear, but Keefe was satisfied.
“I’m gonna go deeper, ‘kay?”
Kelvin hummed an approval, then moaned dramatically when Keefe’s finger slipped all the way in to the last knuckle. Keefe stroked Kelvin’s leg and hushed him with calming shushes, and otherwise tried to stay as still as possible while Kelvin’s body got used to the intrusion. Kelvin was surprisingly relaxed, considering it was his first time, and Keefe hoped it had something to do with the trust they shared. See, Keefe had fingered his fair share of buttholes back in the day (and vice versa), but never with anyone he’d truly loved or trusted. It felt different, and he hoped Kelvin could feel that difference, even if he didn’t have anything to compare it to.
“Keefe please, bud,” Kelvin whined, squirming his hips to feel even a hint of friction.
“We gotta go slow.”
Kelvin’s next groan was undeniably frustrated. Keefe didn’t want to push this too fast, but he also couldn’t possibly deny Kelvin what he wanted. Ever so gently, he pulled his finger out about halfway, then pressed it back in more quickly.
Kelvin’s breath left him in a rush. Keefe didn’t fare much better as he watched his finger slide into Kelvin’s body without much resistance. ‘Special’ might actually be an understatement for all this; ‘groundbreakingly momentous’ fit a bit better, but even that didn’t quite capture the enormity of the experience.
“More.”
That was a demand, and one Keefe was eager to follow. He pulled out most of the way this time, then thrust back in. And again, and again, until he found a steady pace that had Kelvin babbling a constant string of incomprehensible words. On the next thrust in, Keefe angled his finger just so and was rewarded spectacularly: Kelvin bucked his hips off the bed and cried out in shocked pleasure.
Keefe, finding the whole scene to be mind-meltingly arousing, muttered an expletive under his breath. He realized his error a split second too late. “Oops! I apologize for my profanity, brother. T’was not very Christ-like.”
Kelvin huffed out a surprised laugh, clearly not offended by the accidental vulgarity. “Shut up, Keefe.”
“Shutting up,” Keefe echoed, feeling relieved that he hadn’t ruined the moment with his wicked tongue.
“Now do that again.”
Keefe obeyed, stroking that magical spot inside of Kelvin that had him squirming on the bed and probably seeing stars, if Keefe’s own experiences were anything to judge by. He kept going, aiming for that spot every few strokes, until Kelvin’s muscles welcomed his finger in with zero resistance. He knew Kelvin was ready for more, and boy was he ready to give it.
“I’m gonna use another finger, if that’s cool. I mean, if you want,” Keefe said, stumbling over the words in his excitement.
“Lemme turn over,” Kelvin begged, craning his neck around to make eye contact. Once again, Keefe was a sucker for Kelvin’s pleading.
“Okay,” he said, but before he released his grip on Kelvin, he leaned down and planted a quick kiss to his ass cheek. Maybe it was a bit on the nose to literally kiss Kelvin’s butt, but Keefe couldn’t pass up the opportunity. And when he glanced back up, he noticed that Kelvin’s ears were bright red. “C’mon,” he said lovingly, removing his finger slowly and then helping Kelvin rearrange himself.
When they were both settled – Kelvin lounging on his back with his knees bent and Keefe perched between his legs – Keefe took in the sight in all it’s glory. Kelvin’s body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his chest and neck were flushed, his cheeks were stained with a few stray tear tracks, and his eyes were dark with lust. Keefe’s heart sped up just observing, and he wondered how his own face looked…if Kelvin could see the adoration and desire mingled there.
“Told ya you stare at me a lot,” Kelvin pointed out smugly, waggling his eyebrows for good measure.
Keefe singled out a hair tie from among the bracelets on his wrist and made a show of pulling his hair back. He stretched out his torso, flexed his arms, and ran his hands through his hair in what he hoped was the sexiest hair styling demonstration imaginable. He was satisfied to see Kelvin’s eyes track his movements with precision, and to watch Kelvin’s throat bob as he gulped down whatever cheeky thing he was about to say next.
Kelvin must have noticed when Keefe’s smile turned a little too pleased, because his eyes narrowed and he said, “I’m not starin’ at you.”
Satisfied with his topknot, Keefe let his arms drop to Kelvin’s thighs. “’Course not,” he said, though he didn’t make a single effort to lose the smile.
“Fine, maybe I was starin’ like, a tiny bit,” admitted Kelvin, holding up his thumb and forefinger to indicate just how little he’d been staring.
“I like when you stare at me, brother.” If he was being completely transparent, he would say that it felt like electricity crackling across his skin and fireworks exploding in his chest every time he caught Kelvin staring, but he wasn’t sure he could articulate all that a time like this. So instead, he gave Kelvin a quick wink, poured some more lube on his fingers, then focused his attention on the one part of Kelvin’s body he’d never explored before tonight.
One finger went in easily this time, like Kelvin’s body was made to take it, just like this. Keefe crooked his finger and firmly stroked Kelvin from the inside, hitting the right spot on instinct and muscle memory alone. Getting to see Kelvin’s expression when it happened, though…that was a whole experience of its own. His brow furrowed at the same time his mouth fell open, and the sound that came out was holier than any hymn they played at Sunday service.
Heat trickled down Keefe’s spine and pooled in his belly. He’d contained his own arousal pretty well up until then, but watching Kelvin’s reactions was almost too much to bear. He lowered his body on top of Kelvin’s, pressing their chests flush and slotting their mouths together. It was miraculous, feeling every inch of Kelvin’s skin against his – outside and in.
When he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into the V of Kelvin’s pelvis, they both almost lost it. Between strangled moans and clawing hands, they rutted against each other senselessly. Kelvin’s breath was hot in his mouth, and his fingernails were sharp in the meat of his ass, and Keefe wanted nothing more than to fuse their bodies and souls together until they were one perfect being. Since that wasn’t in the realm of possibility, he went for something slightly more practical: he lined up a second finger and pressed it in next to the first. It was tight and hot and a bit sticky from the lube, but it was unbelievably good.
Keefe trailed kisses down Kelvin’s neck and chest, then sucked a pink nipple into his mouth. While Kelvin whimpered and squirmed beneath him, Keefe grabbed up the lube and squirted a bit more onto the base of his fingers. He felt it dripping down his knuckles and onto the sheets beneath them, but that was future Keefe’s problem. Present-Keefe pulled two fingers about a third of the way out, then fucked them back in without hesitation.
“Ohmygosh,” Kelvin breathed out in a rush.
Keefe didn’t allow himself to speak, because the only words on his tongue were dirty and vulgar, and completely inappropriate for the sacred moment they were sharing. So he simply put his lips back on Kelvin’s and thrust his fingers slightly deeper, slightly harder.
“Keefe, your fingers.” Kelvin moaned the words directly into Keefe’s mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” Kelvin nodded his head, which only made their kiss messier.
“Is it good?” Keefe asked. And then, because he desperately needed to know, “Am I good?”
“So good – you’re so good Keefe,” Kelvin mumbled, his shining eyes meeting Keefe’s for a long, meaningful moment.
It was the closest thing he’d had to a religious experience outside the four walls of a church. It crossed his mind to wonder if this was Heaven, because how could anything be better? But then Kelvin was moaning out his name and he didn’t have to wonder anymore, because this was definitely Heaven.
Keefe circled his hips, searching out the friction of Kelvin’s dick with his own, and groaning at the slick slide of their combined precome. He needed more. As if reading his mind, Kelvin shoved a hand between their bodies and grabbed both of their dicks. Keefe’s mind nearly whited out when Kelvin stroked their lengths as one, his grip generous yet strong.
He thrust into the circle of Kelvin’s fist, keening at the drag of their cocks together and the way Kelvin’s body squeezed around his fingers.
“Oh god, Keefe,” Kelvin whined, and Keefe didn’t even notice the blasphemous slip-up. He was close. They both were, if Kelvin’s twitching muscles and soft moans were anything to go by.
“Kelvin, please,” he begged, speaking directly into the heated skin of Kelvin’s neck, “Please come on my fingers.”
Kelvin came with a shuddering gasp, his entire body convulsing as his dick pulsed against Keefe’s, coating their stomachs in warmth.
Keefe’s entire existence narrowed to three things: the rapturous look on Kelvin’s face as he worked through his orgasm, the slide of so much skin against his cock, and the tight grip of Kelvin’s asshole around his fingers. He wanted the moment to last forever, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He came with a shout, muffling the noise in Kelvin’s shoulder. He came for a while, spilling more come between their bodies and shivering with every fresh wave of pleasure.
By the time he was fully back to his senses, Kelvin was restless underneath him. He pressed a quick kiss to where he’d sucked another mark into Kelvin’s shoulder, then pulled his fingers out as gently and smoothly as possible. Kelvin still winced at the adjustment, but his body visibly relaxed after.
Keefe stood up from the bed on shaky legs and grabbed a washcloth from under the bathroom sink. He made quick work of the mess on his stomach and fingers, then grabbed a second washcloth and cleaned Kelvin up. The sheets were a mess, but Keefe didn’t mind stripping the bed and replacing them with a clean set. He’d do anything for Kelvin, and changing the sheets after fingering him seemed like a pretty small chore, all things considered. Plus, Kelvin rewarded him by untangling the hair tie from his messy bun and scratching his scalp with careful, soothing fingers.
By the time they were back in bed with clean sheets and brushed teeth, Kelvin cuddled up into Keefe’s side. His lips were warm as he pressed a soft kiss to Keefe’s peck, then he sighed deeply and rested his head in the same spot.
“Hey Keefe?”
“Yeah, Kelvin?”
“Thank you. For always supportin’ me, even when I’m bein’ a mopey loser.”
“You’ve never been a mopey loser, my friend.”
“Uh-yeah I have, or did you forget ‘bout me hiding in the treehouse all week?”
“You felt big feelings,” Keefe explained, “and that’s okay.”
“Alls I’m sayin’ is I couldn’t-a done it without you.”
“You could’ve,” Keefe said, flattered but mostly dismissive. Kelvin could do anything in the world whether he had Keefe’s support or not.
“No, I couldn’t. I mean that, Keefe,” Kelvin said with such gravity that Keefe took his next words very seriously. “I dunno who or what I’d be without you, but I for suresies wouldn’t of won that award. And I definitely would not be all gay and proud, or whatever.”
“I think you might still’ve been gay,” Keefe said, because it was the obvious response and because he too surprised to process the rest of those words.
Kelvin laughed, so brightly and suddenly that it startled Keefe. “Yeah, probs, but you know what I mean.”
Keefe still couldn’t quite believe the words Kelvin had said. That Kelvin truly believed he wouldn’t be who he was and where he was today without Keefe. So it felt a bit disingenuous to say he knew what Kelvin meant, but he would certainly try to process it over the next seven to nine business days.
“I love you,” was what Keefe said instead.
“I know you do, bud. And right back atcha, times a hundred.”
Keefe smiled as the warm fuzzies settled in his chest. He was suddenly exhausted.
“Can I say our night-night prayers, Brother Kelvin?”
“Sure.”
He kissed the top of Kelvin’s hair, then spoke his prayer into the otherwise silent bedroom: “Dear God, I hope you’re havin’ a good day in Heaven. We’re having a real good day down here, ‘cause Kelvin won the Top Christ Following Man award…which I guess you already know,” Keefe chuckled to himself, then went on more seriously. “Thanks for recognizing all his hard work in tryna spread your good Word. He’s doin’ a great job, but you probably already know that, too. I guess what I really wanna say is thank you for letting all those people see that bein’ gay, or bein’ different, ain’t a bad thing to be. And, also, thanks for letting me be the Top ‘Top Christ Following Man’ Following Man, or something like that.” – Now it was Kelvin’s turn to snort out a laugh, and then Keefe was laughing at Kelvin’s snort, and then they were both just laughing for no real reason. It took a few moments before Keefe was composed enough to continue: “Sorry ‘bout that, God. I think that’s pretty much it. Except for askin’ for world peace, ‘cause I know Kelvin’ll be sad if I forget that. So, yeah. Thanks for Kelvin and his family and our life together. Amen.”
“Amen.” Kelvin tilted his chin up and planted a quick but sweet kiss on Keefe’s lips. It was perfect. And Kelvin was perfect. And maybe their life wasn’t always perfect, but Keefe wouldn’t trade it for the world. “Night, Keefe.”
“Nighty night, Kelvin.”