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Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 16 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. Chapter Sixteen Blue adjusted the hot water slightly, making the stream as hot as he could stand. He closed his eyes and leaned into the near-scalding spray, enjoying it while it lasted. With the way things were going, it might be a while before he had another chance like this. He hoped the man didn't mind him using shampoo and soap. The guy probably would appreciate not having to smell Blue's stinky body just as much as Blue did himself. He poured shampoo into his hand and rubbed it into his matted hair, scrubbing his wavy black hair hard with both hands before leaning in and rinsing the filthy suds out. Then he poured out more shampoo and repeated, this time massaging his scalp with his fingers. Man, it felt incredible. With his hair finally clean, he began scrubbing his face, his neck, his shoulders and his arms, working his way down his body slowly and methodically, scrubbing each muddy, stinky inch until his pale white skin began to turn pink from the scouring. He paused when he reached his crotch, deciding he'd save that for later, and lifted one foot to scrub between his toes and all around his foot and calf, working his way up the slender limb to his thigh. Lifting the other foot, Blue cleaned it just as carefully. He hated how skinny he'd become, not that there was much he could do about it. He hadn't been eating very well the last week. Maybe things would be better now. This guy seemed nice enough, although the dude did seem to panic when he saw Blue naked. What was that all about? Blue continued washing his body, now working on his groin. He lifted his uncut cock and soaped it thoroughly, pulling the foreskin back to clean all around the head. Even when he couldn't take a real bath, he'd always been careful to keep himself clean down there. Of course, cleaning his cock made it bone up. Blue was proud of his cock. Thick at the base and tapered at the end where his foreskin hid the pale pink head, his cock now topped out at just over 7 inches in length. The soap felt incredible on his cock, so he slowly began stroking himself, enjoying the way his hand felt pulling the skin up and over the head of his cock, then back down again. He leaned over and dripped a big glob of spit, watching it stretch out and fall right onto the end of his cock. He rubbed it around with his thumb, sighing with pleasure from the extra slippery sensation of saliva mixing with precum. He pulled his foreskin down, exposing the small, dark tip. Not for the first time, Blue wondered why his cock was so thick at the base and so small at the tip. It was almost like his cock was growing too fast, and the end hadn't quite caught up with the shaft. But one thing Blue knew for sure was that tiny little tip tingled like fuck when he rubbed it with spit like this! Blue kept stroking, moving faster and breathing harder as the wonderful feelings began building from deep inside his body. Reaching down with his other hand, he gently squeezed his balls. Oh, yes, that felt great. He tightened his grip just a bit more, grimacing when the pain made his balls ache. Faster he stroked, and just a little harder he squeezed. He sucked in quick breaths, leaning his forehead again the shower wall. He kept squeezing his nuts until the pain was almost too much, but just enough to make him explode, shooting cum all the way to his chin and onto the shower wall. He squeezed a big drop of cum out of his cock onto his finger and sucked it off. Not bad, he decided. That was always the best part for Blue. He sure loved the taste of cum, even his own. He washed the rest of the watery cum away and cleaned off the wall, then carefully began working on his butt. He wanted to be sure he was clean inside and out, because the man would probably expect some kind of service for letting him use the shower. He hoped the guy would take only a blowjob, but he wanted to be ready in case the guy demanded a piece of Blue's ass in exchange for spending the night. Blue figured it was best to be ready for anything, so he soaped up two fingers and carefully cleaned inside his ass as deep as he could reach. *** Gray sat in the middle of the couch, surrounded by the dogs, absent-mindedly scratching Amber while listening to the shower run in the bathroom. His thoughts were running in a million directions at once. Why had the kid come to Gray's house? He'd obviously followed Gray from the mall. Where did he live? Why was he out in the storm? Where were his parents? His family? The shower stopped and Gray turned his head toward the bathroom. He waited, then turned his head back toward Amber, realizing suddenly how weird it would look if the boy came out of the bathroom and saw him staring. He heard the bathroom door open and decided it would be okay to look now. Turning his head, he saw the teen standing in the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his thin waist. "I ... uhhhh," the boy drawled hesitantly, "don't know where my clothes are." "Oh!" Gray exclaimed, pushing Amber out of his lap so he could stand up. Pointing toward the laundry room, he explained, "Your things are in the washer. It will be a bit before they're dry, so let me look for something you can wear in the meantime." Gray walked past the boy into the bedroom and began rummaging through his dresser drawers. He found a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Pulling them out, he turned around and found the boy right beside him. "Oh! Hey, here you go. The shirt will be too big, but at least it will be warm. The pants have a drawstring, so I think you can tighten them up enough that they stay on." Taking the sweatpants and sweatshirt from Gray, the boy walked over to the bed and set them down. Then turning back to face Gray, he tugged at the towel and allowed it to fall from his body in a heap at his feet. Gray sucked in his breath. The boy was far too thin, but his body was exquisite. Pale, translucent skin, without a blemish except for the ugly purple bruises on his side and hip. Thick black hair that curled above elfin ears and sea blue eyes. Nose and lips perfectly proportioned on a face that could star in movies. A thin, elegant neck leading to lightly muscled shoulders from which graceful arms extended. A flat chest with pectorals just developing and not a sign of hair. A hint of a six pack leading to a deep abdominal vee with a smooth, hairless tummy from his navel to his pubic patch, where dark black hair curled above a long, tapered cock, drooping down 4 inches over a pair of low hanging, hairless balls, the right one lower than the left. Sharp hips, lean thighs, and long, lanky legs. Gray looked back up and saw Blue smiling at him. Embarrassed, Gray quickly looked away and walked to the bedroom door where he stopped and asked over one shoulder, "Are you hungry?" Blue hesitated. "Sure," he finally answered, "But I ain't batman escort got no way to pay you." Gray was surprised by this answer, but decided to let it pass. "You can wash dishes when we're done." Blue chuckled. "Okay." Then he picked up the sweatpants and slid one leg inside as Gray hurried from the room to find something to eat. *** Gray munched on a Cheeto and then took a sip of milk. Blue sat across from him at the kitchen table, swallowing the last bite of the third sandwich he'd eaten. As thin as Blue was, Gray wasn't all that surprised. The kid must be starving. "You want another?" Blue nodded shyly. "If it's okay." "Of course, it's okay," Gray said, standing up and walking to the counter where he opened the package of bread and took out two more slices. "Help yourself to more chips and milk." Blue stood up and brought his glass to the counter where he topped it off with more milk. "I really appreciate this," he said. "No problem, champ," Gray replied as he spread honey mustard on the bread. "Ummm ... you know, I can't keep calling you `champ'. What's your name anyway?" "Blue," the boy replied, "on account of my eyes." Gray nodded. "Makes sense. My name's Gray, by the way." Blue smiled, "Cool. `Cause your eyes are steel gray?" "Well, no," Gray replied, "It's short for Grayson. I was named for my grandfather, Grayson Langston, but everyone's always called me Gray, so it's kinda just a coincidence that my eyes are gray too." He added ham and cheese to complete the sandwich. Blue shrugged. "They call me Blue `cause my eyes are so blue, but that's just my street name." "What's your real name?" Gray asked, handing Blue the finished sandwich. Blue hesitated. He took the sandwich and returned to the table, sitting down and quietly taking a bite. Gray sat down too. "Hey, uh, I'm sorry if that's too personal. You don't have to tell me your real name." Blue swallowed and drank milk. "It's okay. I mean, when you're on the street, most guys don't ask about your real name or any of that kinda stuff, so you normally keep that to yourself, you know." "Sure. I get it. I'll just call you Blue." "Thanks. And I'll just call you Grayson," Blue said with a smirk. Gray chuckled. "Don't you dare. No one calls me Grayson. I won't even answer to it. Makes me feel as old as my grandpa." Blue laughed. "You don't look old enough to be a grandpa." It was Gray's turn to smirk. "Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Blue." He pretended to take out his teeth and imitated an old man talking. "I'm doin' okay for an old geezer." Blue snorted. "How old are you anyway?" Gray hesitated. "Now you're the one asking personal questions." "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." "Nah, it's okay. I'm 24." Blue nodded. "I'm 17." It was lie, he realized, but Gray would probably call the cops if Blue admitted he was only 15. Gray raised an eyebrow. "You look younger than 17, except for ..." Gray blushed and didn't finish what he was about to say. Blue didn't seem to mind. "I know. My face says I'm 14 but my cock says I'm 20. So I guess it averages out." Gray said nothing, then he chuckled and they both began laughing. When the laughter finally died, Blue looked at Gray and said, "Andrew Gabriel Wright." Gray tilted his head. "Huh?" "That's my real name. Andrew Gabriel Wright. But my friends never called me Andrew. They always called me Drew. No one called me Blue until I started livin' on the streets, and I've been goin' by Blue for so long now that it's kinda who I feel like I am, if you know what I mean." Gray nodded and pointed at himself. "Grayson Alexander Langston. A real mouthful, I know. I was named after my grandfathers. My dad's father was Grayson and my mom's dad was Alexandrovitch. God, I'm glad my parents went with just plain Alexander. Grayson is bad enough." Blue smiled. "I see why you go by Gray. I like Gray. It fits you." "Thanks. I like it too. I was never into long, fancy names. So, Blue, how long have you been living on the streets? Blue grimaced. "Too damn long. Three years now." "What!? Three years?" "Yep." "How did it happen?" "What? How did I end up on the streets?" "Yeah." Blue frowned. "I'd rather not say. It's ... well, it's kinda personal." "Okay," Gray said. "Sorry I asked." "Hey, it's no big deal. I just don't wanna talk about it, that's all." "I can't imagine what it must be like. I don't think I could do it?" "You do what you gotta do. Sometimes you find a place that ain't too bad, and guys will let you stay as long you as contribute a little somethin' every now and then. And you do things. For people. To get a little cash to get by for another day." "What kind of things?" Gray asked, then shook his head. "Never mind. You don't have to answer that question." But Blue didn't mind. "Hey, I ain't proud of what I did, but I ain't embarrassed either. I did what I had to do. Handjobs. Blowjobs. Giving up a piece of my ass. It kept me alive, you know?" Gray looked down at the table, suddenly quiet. He was embarrassed about asking the question, but more than that, his heart ached for the kid, thinking about what it must have been like to be on the streets for so long, doing those things, just to survive. "I'm sorry, Blue. I should never have asked that." Blue shrugged. "It's okay. Just makes it easier for me to ask you my next question." Gray looked up. "What's that?" "What's it gonna cost me to spend the night here?" The question staggered Gray. "I wouldn't ... I couldn't ... nothing, Blue. You can stay here and ... and ... it won't cost you a thing." Blue didn't understand why Gray was upset. Somehow, he'd messed up and he didn't exactly know why. Time to change the subject. He picked up his plate and glass and stood to his feet. "So, I'm doing the dishes right?" *** Gray couldn't sleep. He lay in bed, staring at nothing, thinking. And wishing. Wishing he hadn't asked Blue about living on the streets. Wishing he could stop picturing the young man bent over some guy's dick, sucking it for a few bucks. Wishing his own dick wasn't so hard right now. *** Blue couldn't sleep. He turned over on the couch and stared out the front window into the darkness, where the rain had slowed but was continuing to fall gently. He didn't want to go back out there, but he wasn't sure he could stay here now. He wished he would keep his damned mouth shut sometimes. He wished he could take back what he'd said to Gray. He wished Gray had said yes to at least a blowjob. *** Gray sat up and grabbed a second pillow. Amber growled next to him and whimpered in her sleep, probably dreaming of chasing rabbits or squirrels. Gray squeezed the pillows together to make them fluffier and dropped back down. Why was he such a prude? Blue had lived on the streets for 3 years for heaven's sake. Blue wasn't embarrassed in the least about sex, so why was Gray, a man almost a decade older, shocked to hear the boy talking about jerking guys off and sucking their cocks? Better yet, why was Gray boned up thinking about the kid now, wondering what it would be like to have them sucking each other's cocks? *** Blue absent-mindedly reached down and scratched Caleb behind the ear. The beautiful rust-colored dog was sleeping on the floor next to the couch. He hadn't left Blue's bayburt escort side all night. Blue was mentally kicking himself. Why did he have to be such a slut? This guy was obviously really nice, and his dogs were amazing. Blue couldn't believe he'd offered sex to stay here. If he'd just kept his mouth shut, the guy probably would have let him stay and they could just hang out like regular friends without making things all crazy with sex and stuff. What would it be like to live in a house like this? To eat good food every day? To take these dogs for walks and play with them in the yard? To have someone like Gray taking care of you, watching your back, asking you if you wanted to watch a movie or something before bed? *** Gray rolled over. It was no good. He couldn't sleep. *** Blue rolled over. It was no good. He couldn't sleep. *** Gray tossed the blanket aside. Might as well check on his house guest. He got out of bed and reached around on the floor for the athletic shorts from the night before. He found them and pulled them on. Picking up his cell phone, he turned on the flashlight and walked out into the hall. *** Blue sat up and swung his legs off the couch. Might as well go check on his clothes. Gray had thrown them in the dryer before they'd gone to bed. They were probably dry by now. Even if it was still raining, now would be a good time to split. *** Gray walked slowly into the living room and allowed his cell phone to illuminate the couch. He saw the sheets and blankets he'd used to make up a temporary bed for Blue, but Blue wasn't there. Gray turned and walked back to the bathroom. It was empty too. His heart began beating a little faster. Where was the kid? *** Blue pushed the sweatpants down his legs and pulled the shirt over his head. He folded them both up and set them neatly on top of the dryer, then dressed in his own clothes. His shoes were still damp, but it didn't matter. He'd be wet all over soon. It was still raining after all. *** Gray walked toward the kitchen. As he turned the corner, he collided with Blue. Both of them screamed and shouted at the same time. "What the fuck!?" Blue shouted. "What the hell!?" Gray exclaimed. They stared at each other, then both began laughing hysterically. "My God, you scared the shit out of me," Gray said with a snort. "I scared you? I think I peed my pants!" Blue cried, grabbing his crotch. "Nope. Didn't pee myself, but I almost did." Gray stopped laughing and pointed the cell phone flashlight at Blue. "Why are you back in your own clothes? Something wrong with the sweats I gave you?" "Oh, well, um ... nah, I just appreciate everything you've done and all, and I thought I should get goin'." Gray frowned. "What? At three in the morning?" Blue held up both hands. "Hey, I wasn't gonna take anything. Honest! I promise. I'm not a thief. I even left your clothes in there on the dryer." He pointed behind him. Gray shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I wasn't accusing you of anything, Blue. I was just ... it's just that ... Blue, it's 3:00 a.m.! It's still dark outside. It's raining and it's cold and ... why would you leave now? Did I piss you off, asking all that stuff last night?" Now it was Blue's turn to be confused. "Nah. You didn't piss me off. But I know I upset you with the things I said, and I really appreciate everything you did for me, but I don't want to be in the way here and so--" Gray placed one hand on Blue's shoulder, interrupting him. "You aren't in the way. And you didn't upset me." "I didn't?" "No. And it's THREE in the morning, and it's cold and wet and miserable out there, and I don't want to have you dragging your frozen body back to my door in the morning, begging for another shower to warm up." Blue grinned. "I guess I can wait `til it stops rainin'." Gray grinned back. "Since we're both up, we might as well have a snack. Come on, champ. Hot chocolate and peanut butter cookies sound good to you?" *** They sat at the kitchen table, sipping their drinks and munching on cookies. Gray kept sneaking glances over at Blue, then nervously staring back at his cup. Blue noticed, of course, but didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say, which was weird for him, because he always knew what to say. Finally Gray broke the uneasy silence. "Would you really have--you know--given me a blowjob for a chance to spend the night?" Blue smirked. "Nah. The blowjob would have been for the sandwiches. I'd have let you fuck my ass for spending the night." Gray's eyes opened wide, and then he noticed Blue grinning. The kid was obviously pulling his leg. They both began laughing. "Darn it, Blue, how can you joke about stuff like that?" Blue shrugged. "I donno. I guess it ain't that big a deal to me. Been doing it for a while now, so I don't really think about it. You're a lot older'n me. How come you DON'T joke about stuff like that?" Gray rolled his eyes. "Good question. I guess I'm just a noob when it comes to sex. I WISH I could be as open about it as you." "Sex is great! Sex is the best thing God ever invented! I highly recommend it. You should try it sometime. Maybe tonight!" Blue said with a smirky grin and a wink. "I really don't think that's in the cards, Blue. I'm 24 and single and I suck at relationships." Gray sighed. His neck was now bright red and his cheeks were flushed. He shook his head and asked, "Why am I telling you all this? I am so embarrassed right now." Blue shook his head, frustrated. Why, oh why, couldn't he keep his mouth shut? Things were going so good up until that comment about having sex. He hadn't meant to do it, but he'd obviously shamed Gray by joking around. Well, fuck, there was no going back now. He glanced at Gray and asked, "I did it again, didn't I?" "Did what again?" "Opened my big damned mouth and said somethin' I shoulda kept to myself." Blue drank down the rest of his hot chocolate and took the cup to the sink. "I do that all the time, and I end up pissin' people off or upsettin' `em or somethin'. Sorry, dude. I'll get outa here as soon as it stops rainin'." "Don't." Blue turned to look at Gray. "Don't what?" Gray turned in his chair, looking Blue in the eyes. "Don't leave. Stay. Please. It was my fault, not yours. I want you to stay and tell me about yourself and help me to understand how you got to be so comfortable talking about something that makes me cringe every time. So please, Blue, don't go." *** "Man, where do I start?" Blue asked. The two of them were sitting on the couch now with the dogs scattered at their feet. "I don't know," Gray said with a shrug. "How about how you ended up on the streets?" Blue sighed. "Yeah. I guess I can trust you." "You can." Gray smiled. "Don't know if you can trust the dogs to keep their big mouths shut, but your secrets are safe with me." Blue chuckled and nodded. Then he took a deep breath and began, "My parents were big time Catholics. Never missed a Mass. Always going to confession. Shit, I thought they musta been some kind of big-time sinners, `cause they was always talkin' to the priest about something they done." Blue chuckled. "They dragged me along with them, so I guess I was a good Catholic too ... until ..." Blue's voice trailed off. Gray put his hand on Blue's bebek escort shoulder and squeezed gently. "It's okay, Blue. You don't have to talk about it." "Nah. I wanna talk about it. It's just not that easy, you know?" Gray nodded. "I get it. And I really meant what I said. You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to." "I know, but if you want to understand me, I gotta tell ya' this stuff." Blue paused, just sitting and thinking. Then he sighed. "Father Downing was one of the priests at my parish. He was real friendly. Always nice and huggin' me. And he would talk to me and listen to me any time I needed a friend. I really liked him. One day, they asked me if I wanted to help clean up around the church grounds on Saturdays. My parents were all for it. Said I'd be servin' the Church, and they was proud of me for doin' it. I didn't mind. At first, all I did was help Father Downing mow the grass and trim and clean up flower beds and stuff. After a while, he had me workin' inside too, polishin' the wood furniture and stuff like that. We talked a lot, and he helped with stuff that was botherin' me. He hugged me and told me it would all be okay. I liked how it felt to have him hug me. Only he didn't stop there." Gray glanced over at Blue, suddenly nervous about what he was going to hear next. "He did stuff with you, didn't he?" Blue nodded. "Started out jerkin' me off. Then givin' me blowjobs next. None of the stuff he did bothered me. I liked it. I wanted to do more stuff, but then we got caught. Some lady walked in on us while we both had our pants down around our ankles. Dude, things got real bad then." Blue paused and rubbed his eyes before continuing. "The cops arrested him. Mom and Dad freaked the fuck out. Made me talk to our priest about it. I fuckin' hated that. He kept tryin' to get me to talk about how I felt, but I didn't wanna tell him how much I liked the stuff we did. And then, when all the other kids heard about what happened, school was a real BITCH!" "I can imagine." Blue snorted. "Nah, I don't think you can. You see, Gray, I went to a private school. It was run by the same church where Father Downing worked. He taught Math and Choir there." Gray grimaced. "Damn." "Yep. It was a big mess. Some of the kids blamed me. Said I was a little fag who got Father Downing in trouble `cause I was a gay slut. Got picked on and pushed around a lot. Ended up with a broken arm and a cracked skull." "And no one did anything?" "Nah. My parents couldn't talk to me about it. My dad wouldn't even look at me. They decided I was some wild ass troublemaker, so they kept groundin' me, but they wouldn't take me outa that school. I was gonna grow up a good Catholic boy, even if it killed me." "I guess that's why you ran away?" "Nah. I coulda lived with all that shit. I'm tough. I coulda handled it. But then things got really bad." Blue stopped talking and leaned forward, covering his face with his hands. Gray began rubbing Blue's back. "It's okay, champ," Gray whispered, "take your time." Blue nodded and sniffed. "Mom and Dad figured I must have a demon or somethin', so they sent me off to this special place, way out in the country, and ... and ... if I didn't do what they wanted, they gave me bread and water only ... and ... I couldn't wear regular clothes. I had to wear this scratchy robe thing. And the priests there prayed over me for hours and threw holy water on me and ... and ... they began whippin' my back and my legs ..." Blue stopped and started taking deep breaths. He didn't want to break down like some kind of little baby. Gray waited patiently, continuing to rub Blue's back. Eventually, Blue turned to look Gray in the eyes. "I was FUCKIN' 12 years old!! Who does that shit to a 12-year-old boy?" Blue's eyes glistened with unshed tears as the memories brought back the pain he'd buried for years. Gray couldn't help himself. He felt tears of sympathy pooling in his own eyes. Blue noticed and struggled to control his emotions. He didn't know Gray from the man in the moon, but the guy really seemed to understand and care. Blue fell back into the couch and leaned his head against Gray's shoulder. "I was able to sneak out one day. They used to make us work in this garden out behind the dorm. There was this back gate in the garden. I got out through there and just kept goin'. Found a house where some laundry was hung out to dry. Some of it fit me. Only time I ever stole anything. Walked down to the highway and caught a ride with a trucker. He gave me some money. I sucked some dick and made some more money. Never looked back. Been all over most of Texas and parts of Oklahoma too. Longest damned three years of my life." Gray was confused when he heard that. "So you ran away when you were 12?" "Yep." "But you told me you were 17?" Blue didn't reply. He cussed under his breath and stood up, agitated. Turning to face Gray, he mumbled, "Yeah, I did." Gray frowned. "You're not 17. You're 15, aren't you?" Blue nodded. "Sorry. I lied to you. I didn't think you'd let me stay here if you knew I was only 15. Dude, I'm really fuckin' sorry. I'm such a fuck-up, always lyin' and havin' sex and--" "Stop, Blue," Gray said softly, standing up and placing his hands on Blue's shoulders. "You're not a fuck-up. I don't want to ever hear you say that again." "Well, it's true, ain't it? "No, you're a kid who went through a hell of a lot of shit and did the best you could and you're a hell of lot stronger than I am because I would have cracked the hell up if it had happened to me!" Blue looked intently at Gray. "That was a hell of lot of cussin' coming from a guy like you." Blue's comment broke the tension in the room. They both snickered. Then Blue stopped laughing and screwed up his eyes and started sobbing uncontrollably. Gray didn't know what to do, so he walked forward and wrapped his arms around Blue, hugging him tight. Gray whispered, "It's gonna be okay, champ." Blue cried even harder and wrapped his arms around Gray, hugging him back. They stood there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being held. When Blue's sobbing finally began to slow, Gray whispered, "Blue, may I ask you another question?" Blue sniffed and nodded. "Sure." "How did you get the bruises?" Blue winced. He knew the question was bound to come up sooner or later. Sighing, he replied, "The last place I stayed, the guy said he'd take care of me. He'd feed me and stuff, but I had to have sex with him. It woulda been okay, too, but he got all creepy and started hittin' me. I ain't gonna put up with that shit. I didn't let them beat me at the retreat place, and ain't nobody gonna ever beat me again!" Blue began breathing hard and getting more and more agitated, so Gray pulled him in closer and whispered, "Shhh. Shhh, Blue. It's okay. Nobody's gonna beat you again. Not if I have anything to say about it." Blue pulled away from Gray and stared him in the eyes. "You promise?" Gray nodded. "I promise." Blue grabbed Gray in an even tighter hug, desperately holding on and hoping that his luck was finally changing for the better. Gray didn't understand what was going on exactly, but he knew he didn't want to let go of the young man in his arms. He wanted to hold him and keep him safe. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and it made his heart pound with excitement and joy, and perhaps, a little fear. He squeezed Blue and rocked him gently. Blue sighed and closed his eyes. And hoped. The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Sixteen