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But
the words that echoed out of the television weren’t exactly what anyone in the
room expected to hear. Especially Will.

“Hello,
Father. Or is it alright if I call you ‘Daddy’? Or ‘Dad’? How about ‘Dad’? I
haven’t seen you since I was thirteen, and really I guess I should stick with
‘Father’ since ‘Dad’ would imply that you were ever more than the sperm donor of
Levi and myself. Anyway, Father, I’m calling to tell you that very much like
Levi, I kissed a boy… Well, a man. And I liked it. That’s two of your bastard
children, Father, that have the gay…”

The
show went unexpectedly to commercial before he completed his thought. Jude
sighed and tossed his phone away. “They hung up on me.”

“How
rude.” Will didn’t really care that the room around them had gone deathly
quiet. He pulled Jude to him, and with a deep breath, brushed a kiss over his
lips. Jude sighed as he licked his way into Will’s mouth for a kiss that Will
felt all the way down to his toes.

“Well,
that explains so much,” Will said when he came up for air.

“Is
this going to be a problem?” Jude seemed to finally realize exactly what he’d
done by kissing Will in public and backed away.

Will
looked around at the stunned faces and drew in a deep breath. “No. It’s not
going to be a problem.”

“I
just opened up a huge fucking shit storm on national television and it’s going
to get nasty…” Jude’s hands shook now that the magnitude of what he’d done
finally sank in. Will looked past him to Levi who was standing tall and…proud,
he wasn’t afraid, he was proud of what Jude had done.

“We’ll
deal with it. Whatever comes, we’ll deal with it. Together.”

“Okay…good.”
Jude fell against him, his mouth seeking Will’s again. He held on tight,
meaning every word. He’d deal with whatever happened, as long as he had Jude he
could deal with anything.

The
End

About Mercy Celeste:

Mercy Celeste is the
pen name and super hero persona of mild mannered MJ Colbert....which is bull,
I'm not mild mannered. I was, in fact, raised in a barn--or several. We even
had grain silos. My motto growing up, anything a boy can do, I'm right behind
him doing it just as well or better. I've broken too many bones to begin to
count. Scraped, skinned or scarred pretty much everything that can be scraped,
skinned or scarred. How I'm still walking and talking is a miracle.

So about the writing,
well, I don't really consider myself to be a writer. I'm a storyteller, and
when I have a story to tell, it won't rest until it's twisted me up and purged
itself. The result is at times comical or tragic, depending on the people who
live in my head and what they have to say. Most days that's not a lot of
anything. Others I can't shut them up. They especially love when I'm driving,
oh, yeah, a drive across town is a lesson in how not to get myself killed or be
pulled over for reckless driving. And those are the good days.

Welcome to my crazy
world, if it's boring now, wait five minutes, and don't blink. Things have a
tendency to get interesting around me.

Other Books by Mercy Celeste

Available from Liquid
Silver Books

Wicked Game

Let it
Go

Available from Total E
Bound Books

Behind Iron Lace

Under a Crescent Moon
(Available October 2013)

Available from MJC
Press

The 51
^st
Thursday

In from the Cold (book
one in The Cold Series)

Beyond Complicated

Six Ways from Sunday
(book one in the Southern Scrimmage series)

Sidelined
 
(
book
two in the Southern Scrimmage series)