Intoxicated With Divinity

By Marianne Lowe

‘ “You have tempted me, you have laid yourself before me like a sacrifice, and finally,” he murmured as he let his hands drift up the erotic outfit Stephen donned for his benefit to grip the man’s hips hard enough to bruise, delighting in in the whine it brought out of his long time suitor, “I am defeated.” '

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Stephen’s been obsessed with Father Haverson for years- six years. He would have moved on; he would have learned to let him go eventually.

The problem was that the priest made it incredibly obvious that the obsession ran both ways.

He didn’t have the self-restraint to keep his needs to himself forever when he had a clear shot at satisfaction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marianne Lowe
• Release date: Nov 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005618971

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Marianne Lowe

Intoxicated With Divinity

A M/M Erotic Romance

Copyright © 2020 by Marianne Lowe

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Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

Also by Marianne Lowe

1

Chapter 1

Walking was… distinctly uncomfortable. Stephen had chosen the largest of his personal plugs and having something that thick and deep wedged up his ass didn’t exactly make moving around upright an easy task. It had already been awkward enough to call Dopinder to give him a ride to the church— Stephen didn’t want a repeat experience of having a plug accidentally hit a spot it wasn’t supposed to in a vehicle with freakin’ Dopinder . Would not recommend; it was the salt free cracker of sexual experiences. Zero stars— but Stephen felt like being forced to walk a block on his own after the guy almost killed them in an accident just added insult to injury.

Every step he took shifted the plug, and Stephen gracelessly angled the duffle bag at his side to rest behind him instead just in case the base of the thing slid far enough to be visible through his pants. He had brought a change of clothes— one could only hope that this time around his flirting would work.

He hadn’t been serious about the teasing remarks originally— he flirted with anyone that seemed willing to joke around with him. Father Haverson just seemed to be the humorous type. He laughed at Stephen’s jokes, he rolled his eyes when Stephen was being ridiculous and singing obnoxiously during the let’s face the fact that this is divine karaoke, people parts of mass.

Jace— Father Jace— understood him and got along with him and defended his method of worship to the rest of the attendees.

People communicate with God through different methods, Margaret. Perhaps Mr. Wilson simply shares a closer, less traditional bond with our lord.

Jason had also pointedly ignored Stephen’s quiet, Mr. Wilson would like to share a ‘closer, less traditional bond’ with you, but that was to be expected. They had been in the middle of service after all. And Margaret had hated him ever since. Not that Stephen cared— pruney old bitch hated everyone.

The point was that his favorite priest had merely been eye candy during the first service. And then he’d taken a good full look at Stephen’s scars during the karaoke part and smiled at him. He had been welcoming, stopped him from leaving the church the moment mass was over and asked him if he was new to the parish, if he had enjoyed himself and felt illuminated by the service at all. Stephen… had not. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, the stares of the people around him just made it hard to pay attention— but Jason didn’t seem to mind the honesty. He had offered Stephen his hand to shake, wished him Happy Holidays and said he hoped Stephen would give his parish a second opportunity to prove they were devout subjects.

Stephen hadn’t cared about the people. He had returned because no one ever treated him like a person upon first glance. They might feel bad later, they might rush through a transaction after gasping in shock, they might even jump back and profusely apologize for their reaction— but they didn’t just stop, take a second to get used to him, and then smile and act friendly. Father Haverson’s approach was… different. Human. Kind. So Stephen returned.

He kept coming back and getting smiles out of it, volunteering to help this priest out because the poor guy was obviously stressed between all the weddings and funerals his church hosted, given its size and proximity to the inner city. Stephen helped with all of the bake sales, hosted the annual carnival in the parking lot, the choir rehearsals, gave rides that the kids needed to get to and from Sunday school before late mass.

He did everything to get a smile out of Father Haverson until he realized that the fluttering sensation in his chest was far beyond simple appreciation and he’d accidentally bared his heart to a priest who could never reciprocate.

He’d been entirely prepared to pine his life away for another five years until one drunken night in Weasel’s bar, when the fucker listened to him wax poetic about Father Haverson for the last time and finally hit Stephen with the line, Four in every five Catholic priests are gay, just find out if he’s one of them, Jesus Christ. Get him a gay porn magazine. Something , just shut the fuck up already— he’s not your Juliet, and she died anyway so unless you plan to kill him-

Stephen had damn near killed Weasel that night for the implication that he would ever even consider hurting Jason. But after that, the flirting game began.

At first, Father Haverson would just squint in confusion, slowly replying with a casual joke of his own to diffuse the suddenly charged atmosphere. When Stephen grew less subtle, Father Haverson began setting him up for one on one tasks with single men in the parish, hoping to deflect his attention. When Stephen didn’t give up, Father Haverson flirted back under the wildly mistaken assumption that Stephen just needed to get it out of his system. When Stephen explicitly made confessions about wanting his priest to bend