My Son Came Into My Room While I Was Sleeping And We.. (Gay Love Story)

that night was the craziest yet the most exciting night of my life it was a quiet Friday when it happened I lay on my back staring at the faint patterns of Moonlight on the ceiling my thoughts scattered and Restless I felt lonely because my wife sandre was away on a World trip for the next 2 months still and I had already not seen her for 3 weeks now it was only when the soft Creek of the door broke through the Stillness that I realized I wasn't alone I sat up slightly squinting toward the faint figure

in the doorway my 19-year-old son stood there his broad shoulders outlined by the dim light from the hallway he hesitated one hand gripping the door frame as though it were the only thing keeping him upright dad he said quietly his voice laced with hesitation I rubbed my eyes my heart already tightening at the sound of his voice Owen what's wrong he didn't respond right away instead he stood Frozen his shadow stretching across the room finally he stepped inside his bare feet making soft thuds against the carpet there was something about the way he moved hesitant

almost afraid that made the air in the room feel heavier I couldn't sleep he said his voice barely above a whisper I glanced at the clock of my nightstand 2:18 a.m. Owen wasn't the type to wake me unless something was really bothering him my chest tightened as I swung my legs over the side of the bed motioning for him to come closer what's going on I asked gently he hesitated again before sitting on the edge of the bed his posture stiff his hand hands clasped tightly in his lap for a moment I watched him waiting

but he kept his gaze fixed on the floor the tension radiating from him was almost palpable Owen you can talk to me I said softly whatever it is I'm here he let out a shaky breath his fingers fidgeting with the Hem of His t-shirt it's it's hard to explain he said finally I've been feeling something I've been feeling different and I don't know what to do about it his words sent a ripple of unease through me I leaned forward slightly my voice steady despite the knot forming in my stomach different how he looked at me

then his eyes searching mine with an intensity I wasn't prepared for it's about someone he said someone I've been thinking about a lot someone you are not going to expect relief briefly flickered Through Me Maybe This was about a girl at school a crush he didn't know how to handle Owen had always been shy about his feelings keeping them bottled up until they threatened to overflow okay I said offering him a reassurance ing smile who is it someone from school he shook his head quickly his gaze dropping again no he said his voice barely audible

it's not someone from school then who I pressed gently though a strange unease was beginning to creep into my chest Owen you can tell me whatever it is we'll figure something out he took a deep breath his chest rising and falling as if he were gathering every ounce of courage he had when he spoke again his voice was trembling it's you Dad he said finally it's always been you the words hit me like a tidal wave pulling the air from my lungs for a moment I couldn't speak couldn't think my mind raced to make sense

of what he just said but the sheer weight of it left me reeling Owen I began my voice faltering what what are you saying he stood abruptly pacing the room like a caged animal his hands ran through his hair tugging at the strands as though trying to physically pull the words from his mind I know how it sounds he said quickly I know it's wrong but I can't help it I've tried I've tried for so long to push it away to ignore it but it's always there I stared at him my heart pounding so loudly

I could barely hear his words Owen this this isn't don't tell me it's not real he interrupted his voice breaking I know what I feel I've never felt this way about anyone else it's not just admiration or some stupid Crush it's something way deeper dad Owen I said again my voice trembling you're my son I'm your dad what you're feeling it's not love it's something else something it is love he shouted his voice raw with emotion you're everything to me dad you're the only one who's ever understood me the only one who's ever made me

feel like I'm worth something how can that not be love tears stung my eyes as I tried to process his words my son my boy who I had raised and loved unconditionally was pouring out feelings I couldn't understand feelings I couldn't reciprocate but yet something in me excited me now I think back at it I think I didn't notice it yet I think I tried to ignore it and so I said oh and you're conf confused you're going through a lot right now and maybe these feelings I'm not confused he said turning to face me

his eyes were glassy with unshed tears his jaw set with a determination that made my chest ache I've never been more sure of anything in my life at that moment I noticed it I could feel the way he was attracted to me and I didn't want to turn away from it but still as I am his dad I took responsibility to ignore it I reached out placing a hand on his arm Owen I said gently these feelings they'll pass I promise you they'll pass and when they do you'll see things more clearly what if they

don't he whispered his voice breaking what if this is who I am what if this is how I'm supposed to feel my throat tightened and for a moment I couldn't speak I didn't have the answers he was searching for didn't know how to ease the pain that was so evident in his eyes all I could do was hold on to the hope that time would bring Clarity that this moment wouldn't Define us you're not alone in this I said finally my voice trembling but Resolute we'll get through it Owen together he looked at me for

a long moment his eyes filled with a vulnerability that made my heart AE I don't want to lose you Dad he said softly I can't lose you you won't I said firmly squeezing his arm no matter what I'll always be here you know what why don't you join me for tonight maybe that would help a bit I said while turning myself back under my sheets again he nodded and slowly stepped into the bed then I grabbed him with me and I felt something I didn't mention it to him of course so I just said good

night sweetie and he smiled at me the silence that followed was heavy but not unbearable it was the kind of Silence that held promises fragile but sincere and as he closed his eyes I felt a glimmer of hope hope that we could weather this storm no matter how impossible it seemed but deep down I knew this was only the beginning and I was right A Night Like This was coming again which would end in a totally different way this night nothing happened but there was more coming because love especially love as complicated as this doesn't

fade quietly it demands to be reckoned with and I had no idea what that Reckoning would look like the morning after Owen's confession felt surreal the quiet of the house usually comforting now pressed down on me like a suffocating weight every corner every familiar object seemed to hum with the unspoken tension between us I busied myself with chores hoping the routine would ground me but my hands trembled as I folded laundry and my mind raced with questions I couldn't answer what did this mean for us for him for me the clatter of a chair in

the kitchen jolted me from my thoughts Owen was sitting at the table staring into a bowl of cereal that looked as untouched as my cup of coffee on the counter his hair was unkempt his eyes shadowed with exhaustion he hadn't slept and neither had I morning I said cautiously breaking the silence he looked up his expression unreadable morning he replied his voice horse I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee the sound of the liquid filling the mug louder than it should have been I joined him at the table the distance between us feeling both

too far and too close for a moment neither of us spoke the air was thick with everything unsaid finally I broke the silence Owen about last night I meant what I said he interrupted his voice steady despite the turmoil in his eyes I'm not going to pretend I didn't I closed my eyes briefly willing myself to stay calm I know you're being honest I said softly but Owen this what you're feeling it's not something we can act on it's not something we should act on he leaned back in his chair his hands gripping the edge

of the table why not he asked his voice tinged with frustration why does love have to fit into rules and boundaries Isn't Love supposed to be free I took a deep breath searching for the right words love isn't just about what we feel Owen I said it's about what's right what's good for everyone involved and this what you're saying it could hurt us both he looked away his jaw tightened I don't want to hurt you he said quietly that's the last thing I want I know I said Reaching Across the table to place a hand

over his and I don't want to hurt you either that's why we have to handle this carefully we need to find a way to move past this his fingers tightened around mine and For a Moment I Saw the boy he used to be the boy who'd held my hand when he was scared who'd look to me for guidance and comfort but this was different the way he looked at me now was different I don't know if I can move past it he admitted his voice barely above a whisper but I'll try for you tears welled

in my eyes and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze that's all I ask the days that followed were a blur of awkward conversations and forced normaly Owen tried to keep his distance retreating to his room or spending long hours out of the house I told myself it was for the best that the space would help him sort through his feelings but I missed him missed the easy Rapport we' shared before everything had changed from the night he confessed we slept in the same bed every night but still I noticed there was a distance between

us and one evening as I Was preparing dinner I heard the front door open and close Owen stepped into the kitchen his hair damp from the rain he looked at me for a long moment as if deciding whether to say something hey I said trying to keep my tone light You're Just in Time dinner's almost ready he didn't respond right away instead he walked over to the counter and leaned against it his arms crossed I've been thinking he said finally I turned off the stove and faced him my heart in about what about us he

said his gaze steady about what I said that night I swallowed hard bracing myself I immediately knew what night he was talking about of course oh and I thought we agreed I know he interrupted and I'm not here to argue I just I need to say this I nodded motioning for him to continue I've been trying to figure out what to do with these feelings he said his voice low but firm and I realized something I don't want to lose what we have dad even if it's not what I want it to be I'd rather

have you you and my life as my dad than risk losing you completely relief washed over me though it was tempered by the sadness in his voice Owen you're not going to lose me I said no matter what I'll always be here for you he nodded his lips pressing into a thin line I know but it's hard it's really hard I stepped closer placing a hand on his arm it's going to take time I said gently but you're strong Owen and I'll help you through this however I can his eyes met mine and for a

moment the tension between us seemed to ease thanks Dad he said his voice soft that means a lot we stood there in the kitchen the rain tapping against the windows and for the first time in days I felt like we were going to be okay but life has a way of complicating things when you least expect it because just when I thought we'd found some semblance of Peace something happened that threatened to unravel everything the uneasy truce Owen and I had established held for a Time fragile but functional he made an effort to smile more

to laugh laugh at my jokes and to join me for meals like he used to I clung to those moments trying to convince myself that things were improving but late at night when the house was silent and I was alone with my thoughts the weight of his confession lingered one evening after a long day of work I found Owen in the living room he was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the TV an old sitcom played its laugh track echoing awkwardly in the otherwise quiet room he looked up as I walked in his expression

unreadable able you okay I asked sitting beside him he Shrugged yeah just thinking I hesitated before speaking about anything in particular he let out a soft laugh though there was no humor in it when am I not thinking about this my stomach Twisted ohen I thought we were moving past this I'm trying he said quickly I really am but it's not that simple you can't just turn feelings off like a switch I know I said my voice soft and I don't expect you to but we have to keep working on this for both our sakes

he turned to me then his eyes searching mine have you ever thought about it he asked suddenly his voice low about us about what it would be like if things were different I froze his question catching me off guard Owen I don't lie to me he said his tone more pleading than demanding just tell me the truth I looked away my thoughts racing the truth was complicated Tangled in emotions I didn't fully understand of course I'd thought about it how could I know not after what he'd said but acknowledging those thoughts even to myself felt

like crossing a line I couldn't uncross it doesn't matter what I've thought I said finally forcing my voice to remain steady what matters is doing the right thing and this this isn't right he sighed running a hand through his hair I know you think that but what if no Owen I said firmly cutting him off there is no what if we're not going to have this conversation he stared at me for a long moment his expression a mixture of frustration and sadness you're scared he said finally yes I am I admitted because this isn't just

about you or me it's about everything we've built everything we stand to lose but I was lying I was scared he was right about that but for the wrong reason I was scared to tell him that for the last couple of days I felt something too something I was scared to tell him he didn't respond and the silence that followed was deafening finally he stood his movements stiff and deliberate I'm going for a walk he said heading for the door Owen I began but he was already gone the hours passed slowly each minute dragging like

an eternity I sat by the window watching the street my worry mounting with every moment Owen didn't return it wasn't until nearly midnight that I heard the door open I rushed to the entryway relief flooding through me as I saw him step inside soaked from the rain Owen where have you been I asked my voice trembling walking he said simply shaking the water from his hair I grabbed a t from the bathroom and handed it to him you're going to get sick I said my worry spilling over as irritation you can't just disappear like that

he sighed running the towel over his face I needed to clear my head and did it help I asked crossing my arms he looked at me then his eyes dark and unreadable not really something in his tone made me falter I stepped closer lowering my voice Owen we can't keep going like this it's tearing us both apart I know he said his voice barely above a whisper but I don't know how to stop maybe we need help I suggested someone to talk to a therapist his lips twisted into a bitter smile you think a therapist

is going to understand this they might I said though I wasn't sure I believed it myself or at least help us figure out how to move forward he shook his head the towel dropping to the floor no one can fix this Dad no one can change how I feel his words hung in the air heavy and unrelenting I wanted to argue to tell him he was wrong but I couldn't because deep down I knew he was right the worst part was even that I had still not told him that I felt something too that night

and that I was the one lying to him trying to avoid my feelings for him too I knew that and still I kept my mouth shut at least for now the following days were a blur of avoidance and awkward conversations Owen tried to act normal but the tension between us was palpable every interaction felt like walking on a tight rope and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to snap that something came one evening as we were cleaning up after dinner Owen had been unusually quiet all day his movements tense and deliberate as

I loaded the dishwasher he leaned against the counter watching me dad he said suddenly his voice breaking the silence I need to tell you something I turned to face him my heart pounding what is it I can't do this anymore he said his voice trembling I can't keep pretending everything's fine Owen we've talked about this I began but he shook his head no know you don't understand he said his voice Rising I can't just turn off how I feel I can't keep pretending I'm okay when I'm not then what do you want me to do

I asked my frustration bubbling over what do you expect me to say I don't know he said his voice cracking I just I need you to see me to understand how much this is tearing me apart I do see you I said my own voice trembling now I see you every day Owen and it breaks my heart to see you like this but I don't know how to fix it he took a step closer his eyes locking onto mine you can't fix it he said but maybe maybe we don't have to I stared at him

my mind reeling Owen what are you saying he didn't answer instead he closed the distance between us his hand rushing against mine my breath caught the air between us suddenly electric but the moment didn't last I stepped back breaking the connection no I said firmly my voice shaking we can't we can't his face crumpled pain etched into every line I'm sorry he whispered turning and walking away I stood there my heart racing the weight of what had just happened crashing down on me because no matter how much I tried to deny it something inside me

had responded to him and that terrified me more than anything I thought back of the nights we had spent together the last couple of nights he had been touching me more than first and I noticed I did more to him too I think he noticed it and that's why he started the conversation but the days after after that moment in the kitchen were like walking through a storm unpredictable and overwhelming Owen and I avoided each other more than ever when we did cross paths the silence between us spoke louder than any words could I told

myself it was for the best that this space was what we both needed but the truth was every time I saw him Retreat to his room every time I caught the flash of pain in his eyes it tore at me I spent nights replaying the scene over and over the way he'd looked at me the weight of his words the way my heart had betrayed me in that brief fleeting moment of connection it wasn't right it wasn't but denying the complexity of what we were feeling only seemed to deepen the wound one evening as I

sat in the living room a book lying forgotten in my lap Owen came in he hesitated at the doorway as if unsure whether he was welcome his hair was messy his expression guarded this was the moment I just had to confess just tell him what I felt Owen I said finally my voice quieter than usual he looked up trying to keep his expression neutral hey he replied what's up he stepped further into the room but didn't sit pacing slowly near the edge of the coffee table I wanted to talk I said glancing at me briefly

before looking away again I know things have been hard for both of us he nodded closing the book and setting it aside they have but Dad I don't want you to think I don't care I do more than you know he stopped pacing turning to face me I know you care I said that's why this is so hard because no matter how much I try to let go no matter how much I tell myself to move on I can't dad he began but I held up a hand let me finish I said I've spent so

much time trying to figure out what's wrong with me why I feel this way but the more I think about it the more I realize it's not wrong to feel love is it even if it doesn't fit the rules even if it scares people I swallowed hard my own words striking something deep inside me love isn't wrong I said carefully but sometimes acting on it is especially when it could hurt the people we care about he nodded slowly as if he'd expected that answer but needed to hear it anyway I get that he said I

do but what am I supposed to do with these feelings bury them pretend they don't exist no I finally said shaking my head you don't have to pretend I need to confess something too and I am just going to tell this to help you to channel your feelings into something that helps you grow not something that holds you back he sank into the chair across from me his shoulders slumping that's easier said than done dad but tell me what do you have to confess well Owen I said softly I think you might have already noticed

it a little for the last couple of nights while we were sleeping together for a moment he didn't respond then to my surprise he let out a quiet laugh your touches he asked of course I noticed but I told myself you did that to make me feel good to be honest they only make me feel lost they make me feel so close to what I want but yet so far away you're not lost I said leaning forward you're just finding your way and that's okay it's part of growing up he looked at me then his

eyes filled with a vulnerability that made my chest ache I don't want to lose you Dad he said I can't lose you you won't I said my voice firm no matter what I'm here that will never change at that moment without him noticing my heart was pounding high up in my chest I still hadn't told him how I felt and that those touches were not only for his benefit they were also because of what I wanted deep inside so I decided to not let him come in between anymore I had to clear my thoughts and

tell him how I felt but let me finish what I was going to say Owen those touches they were not to make you feel good they they what he said I did that because I felt something too I confessed in fact I still feel something Owen I was scared to tell you because I am your dad and it is wrong it cannot be true what we feel for each other but I can't deny what I am feeling he St silent for a moment and then he leaned towards me grabbing my leg Owen I said we

can't do this what about Dad we can no one has to know he whispered but yet I saw hesitation in his eyes I leaned towards him kissing him intensely but not for long I knew we couldn't do this and I knew he wasn't sure either so I pushed him away let's just get a good night's rest and then we'll talk tomorrow okay I said he nodded but we both felt the tension wasn't gone we both went to to the bathroom to brush our teeth and make ourselves ready for bed while changing into my pajamas I

smiled at him while he was washing his face went to the bedroom and crawled into my bed for the last couple of weeks from that first night of his confession on we had been sleeping together so it was pretty normal for him to join me a couple of moments later he entered the room and before he got to the bed I opened the sheets for him to step into as I mentioned earlier the tension still wasn't gone and so I said let's just make sure we take some good rest and then we discuss all this

tomorrow before Dad returns okay all right he said it felt like he had already resigned himself to the fact that nothing was going to happen but I certainly hadn't unfortunately enough I turned off the NightLight and said good night buddy turning away from him good night Dad I heard my mind was spinning a few minutes felt like hours and my thoughts were all over the place at one moment my foot touched his leg partly on purpose but yet partly by accident he didn't turn away and before I knew it I pulled him closer to me

he grabbed my leg and I turned around I still hesitated for a moment but I let it all happen I kissed him and we even went further than kissing I am not going to go into detail about what exactly happened but I let myself go and for a moment I felt alive I could forget all that had worried me in the last couple of weeks I closed my eyes letting the moment wash over me and for the first time in a long time I felt truly alive this wasn't wrong it wasn't confusing it was love

pure and simple love and it was the kind of love that had grown naturally between us Bloss boming out of years of care trust and understanding that's what I told myself while we were busy but as quick as it started as quick as it ended I guess it was a bit too exciting for him I can imagine when Owen pulled back he smiled at me we're okay right I nodded and made my way to the bathroom the next few weeks were better easier even Owen seemed more at peace though there were still moments when the

tension between us resurfaced his mother had returned and he started spending more time outside hanging out with friends and even picking up some of the h he'd abandoned in the last year I threw myself into my routines finding solace in the small everyday tasks that kept life moving forward but as much as I wanted to believe we were healing the undercurrent of what had passed between us remained It Was An Invisible Thread binding us together in a way neither of us could fully Escape up until this point I still haven't told Sandra about what happened

and Owen and I haven't talked about it either I don't know what to do and I don't know what to think of it what are your thoughts on it I'm curious about other people's opinions on this and that's why I am telling the story it is crazy what happened but I can't deny it and on top of that I am never able to turn things back [Music]