The bottle of Tequila

The bottle of tequila glared across the room at the young priest as he sat in a booth with his closest friends. He ripped his eyes away from the golden liquid and looked into the mad up face of Todd.
“I am a complete failure,” F. B. said sorrowfully, sipping a beer.
“Don’t beat your self up over something stupid,” Todd said, putting his arm around the older man.
“That’s what got me into this mess in the first place,” F.B. said shrugging off his arm.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, I was drunk,” Todd whispered apologetically.
“I know you didn’t,” the priest looked down at the table, “I just don’t know any more.”
“Robert, it was one time,” Todd said shoving him gently.
“I am a priest, it should have happened at all,” F.B. said firmly.
“I know, but the fact is that it did and we have to move on,” Todd said giving him a shy smile, “its not easy for me either.”
“Maybe I can’t move on,” F.B. pouted darkly.
Todd moved around in his seat so he was facing F.B. and pulled his leg up on the bench between them. He fixed his skirt and made a deal out of straightening his blouse before asking, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t know,” F.B. sighed.
“Talking can do wonders,” Todd said, flashing him an award-winning smile.
F.B. smirked at Todd’s smile, the younger guy was attractive, he admitted to himself. “Talking can’t undo what happened though.”
“No it can’t, but, it can make it more acceptable,” Todd offered, still smiling even though his hope had wilted a bit.
“Nothing can make it acceptable,” F.B. said, his voice harsh again.
“You criticize yourself too much,” Todd said, touching his thigh with his foot, “It was half my fault too.”
“I can’t blame you though,” F.B admitted, a blush coming to his cheeks.
“Why?” Todd asked, his hope rising again. Maybe F.B. shared his feelings.
“I’m just so confused,” F.B. whispered, then he turned to face Todd, “I dunno if I love you or hate myself.”
Todd fought to hide his smirk as F.B. spoke but then he said, “You don’t have to be ashamed of anything we did, you know.”
“You say that but the fucking commandments are burned into my brain, I don’t know how to think anything else,” F.B. whispered, his eyes clouding in his anger.
“Easy,” Todd said, running his fingers through F.B.’s brown hair, “Just relax,” he whispered as he leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.
F.B. froze at his contact.
Todd smiled lightly and said, “Calm down, its ok.”
F.B. sighed as Todd caressed his face, “No, its far from ok. It contradicts everything I’ve studied to be a priest.”
Todd smirked and asked, “What has being a priest gotten you? You don’t have a parish or even a church. I don’t think Rome is in your best interests right now.”
F.B. sighed heavily and looked away from Todd and disregarded his statement, “We’ve been friends for a long time, why did it have to go this way?”
“Sometimes things just happen,” Todd said, watching him intently. “I dunno why,” he looked to F.B.’s eyes, “You’ve been my best friend ever since I can remember. This just seems right.”
“That’s what makes it all the harder,” F.B. said softly, “I’ve loved you like a brother for so long, I don’t know how to deal with this.”
“I say fuck Rome and embrace it,” Todd said, a spark lighting behind his eyes.