Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 09:54:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: hoosier hogan <hogan9944@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: John Gets What He Needs/ Part 2 Chapter2

			  John Gets What He Needs
				 Part Two
				Chapter Two
			  "The Price Is Too High"


     Evan opened his eyes, only to see that it was still dark, and looked
over at the alarm clock to see that it was only 4:48 AM. Awakened from
prevalent nightmares that had stalked him for eternity (it seemed to him),
once again. He quietly looked over at his large-framed best-friend and
partner sleeping soundly, most likely still a bit intoxicated from last
night's pizza-and-beer orgy. He continued watching John's soft breathing,
motionlessly enjoying the sight of him in serene peace. Thoughts of what
was to come had quietly plagued Evan . . .  he'd said nothing to John of
what he suspected.
     Evan slowly and quietly slipped out of bed to go downstairs and start
a pot of coffee. There was no use in trying to go back to sleep. Daylight
would soon invade the night and he wanted to be prepared for the day he
knew was coming. After getting the coffee maker started, he went back
upstairs and took his shower as quickly as he could, so as not to wake up
John. He finished, got dressed and slipped out of the room, and, going down
the hall, he stopped at the guest bedroom door. Slowly, he opened the
creaking door and looked in, to see Tom and Andy still sound asleep and
curled up together, with the sheets kicked off them. Evan smiled at the
sight of the two naked bodies in the darkness and closed the door. He
proceeded to check Jacobs's room to see if he had, as planned, stayed out
all night. The room was empty, so he closed the door, and then continued on
down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen, and prepared his first cup of
decaffeinated Joe. Regular coffee wasn't allowed because the caffeine was
on his Doctors list of no-no's. The first sip of the hot brew was a welcome
taste. Evan sat there holding his cup, staring into oblivion, trying to
decide how to deal with what was going to be a difficult day.
     He knew what Jacob had done . . . enlisting in the Marines . . . and
he kept it to himself. A week ago, he was getting Jacob's laundry out of
his room and had seen the Marine brochures half-hidden under a stack of
papers. Under that were Jake's enlistment documents, already signed and
copied. It was already done, there was nothing to do, he had made his
decision . . . and telling John now would have caused more problems,
because Jake would have thought that Evan had been snooping in his room. It
was Jake's decision when to tell his dad and he'd just have to be strong
for the both of them and get through this. Thankfully, when he found the
papers, he'd been alone, because he went into a depressive and crying fit
thinking Jake could die, in a war that Evan hated. He wanted no part in
this shitty-ass war and was sick of hearing everyday on the news of 4 more
. . . 10 more . . . and even more dead today. The whole ordeal seemed to
him to be a senseless and juvenile attempt to use power by an inept
President. Evan made no bones about how he felt about the war, or the
Commander in Chief. Nothing but distain came from his mouth on the
subject. John finally told him to stop watching the news, since it upset
him so much every day.

     Evan sat there sipping his coffee, trying to enjoy the quietness of
the early morning. Sunlight was just beginning to appear, making its way
slowly through the kitchen windows. Evan may have been alone in the kitchen
as everyone slept, but, he wasn't quite completely by himself . . . a
well-known visitor with a familiar voice was sitting across the table from
him. Eri was there, and, as always, was telling him everything would work
out. He reminded Evan of the park, with the picnic table next to the stream
that John had taken him to, when they'd first begun their new journey
together. Eri said that this was the place to go to when the time was
right. Evan knew what Eri was talking about . . . he was one of those in
his head and he'd been with him these many years, comforting him.
     After the lounge-chair incident, when John had caught him talking to
Eri, his invisible friend, Evan had made a point to be more careful and to
keep his hallucinations to himself. Even to him, it sounded crazy, and was
hard to understand or explain. Having John see him as normal as possible
was what he wanted, and he was still, even after all these years, very
insecure about losing John because of it.
      Today was going to be a stressful and eventful day, to say the least,
and Evan was preparing himself mentally for the day's challenge. He was
going to have to be the strong one, along with Tom and Andy, to get John
through this with Jacob.  Thoughts of John going down to the recruiter's
office and being arrested, from attacking the recruiters working there for
talking his son into such a drastic decision, went through his mind. Evan
had never seen John's temper, but knew he had one, deep down inside, kept
under control and subdued.
     He heard someone quietly come into the house through the front door
and immediately knew it was Jacob, since Riley didn't bark. He could hear
him quietly make his way to the kitchen, seeing the only light on in the
house.
     "Morning, Ev. What are you doing up so early? Having trouble sleeping
again?" Jacob asked, even though he knew the answer. He hugged him from
behind, and then started for the coffee pot before Evan began to answer.
     "Morning, Jake ... glad you made it back safely from your
all-nighter. I just woke up early and wanted to be ready for the day that's
to come," he said, looking at Jacob as his back was to him while he was
pouring himself a cup of coffee.  Jacob stopped dead in his tracks, hearing
what and how Evan had said what he had.
     Jacob turned around, looked into Evan's teary eyes, and asked, "How
long have you known, and does dad know yet?"
     Evan looked down at his coffee mug so he could control himself, and
took a deep breath, then said, "I just figured it out myself a few days
ago, and no, your dad doesn't know yet."
     "Ev ... you've got to help me make him understand . . . this is what
I've decided to do with my life, and I'll go to college after my tour is
done. You've got to help me make him understand I'm just not ready yet for
more school," Jacob said, sitting next to Evan.
     "Jake, I'm gonna have to help him through this, it's what people do
when they love each other. You know he's always been here for me," Evan
said, with a sad expression on his face.
     "Thanks, Ev, I knew I could count on you to be on my side," Jake said,
as he hugged him from the side.
     Evan jerked away from him, and the sadness grew into anger . . . he
stared at Jake and began spilling his guts. All the things he thought about
saying just started coming out.
     "Your sides . . . are you damn crazy, kid? I'm so mad at you I could
just . . . just . . . shit I don't know, I just can't believe you'd do
this, and especially at a time like this? Don't you watch the news and see
what a mess it is over there and how big of a mistake it was to go there in
the first place? Fuck, Jake, you know what it put me through when my nephew
was over there . . . your cousin . . . in harm's way, every day, in that
shit hole."
     "I thought you'd understand, Ev ... I thought you'd be proud of me
serving in the Marines and fighting for our country," Jake said, trying to
defend himself.
     "Jake, I'd be proud of you no matter what you did . . . I love you
like my own son. I just don't want to see you hurt or your dad loosing it
if anything happens to you. Jake, don't you know YOU are his world? Yes
. . . he loves me, and we have a special, wonderful bond, but you are his
only son, his blood . . . he'd do anything for you, you're his world," Evan
said, looking into Jake's eyes.
     "I know, Ev, it's just something I have to do. And besides, this is
all water under the bridge, because I'm already signed up," Jake said,
staring back.
     "Yeah, I know . . . I saw your papers in your room when I was getting
your laundry," Evan admitted.
     "I hoped you would. I knew you'd see them and I figured you'd tell dad
so I wouldn't have to. I've been putting it off because I'm afraid he'll be
disappointed in me. I don't think I could leave, knowing he was sorry about
how his son turned out," Jake said, as he sipped his coffee and stared out
the window.
     "So let me get this straight . . . you want to become a Marine, but
you're afraid to tell your dad? Something I'm missing here?"
     "It's not that I'm afraid to tell him, I just don't want to hurt
him. I know he's made a lot of sacrifices for me and I really appreciate
him a lot. I love you both . . . you know, Ev?"
     "I know you do, Jake, and we love you, too," Evan said, as he tousled
Jake's hair.
     "Guess I won't be doing that anymore, after the Marines get a hold of
that pretty head of hair of yours," Evan chuckled, trying to lighten the
mood.
     "Guess not," Jacob said, smirking at Ev.
     Evan smiled and added, "I won't have to wash all those stained
aromatic socks you seem to like to use as cum rags when you wack off
anymore either."
     Jacob looking embarrassed and caught off guard put his face into his
hands and just said, "Oh shit!"
     Evan laughed and tried to reassure Jacob that he was just razzing him
and it was more than a normal thing to do. Jacob knew it was normal, bit
didn't think Evan had noticed all these years that he had done that into
his socks while doing his laundry.

     Try to change the subject seeing Jacob was totally mortified, Evan
said, "Look . . . your Uncles Tom and Andy are going to be here too
. . . and they'll help your dad keep from snapping you like a twig when you
tell him, so don't worry."
     "Very funny! That's ... um . . . really reassuring."
     "Well, with them here, too, your dad will probably be madder at them
for not telling him."
     "How did you know they already knew . . . they tell you?" Jacob
inquired, feeling a bit confused and hurt that they would betray his
secret.
     "No . . . Tom gave it away that he knew what you'd done, when he was
talking to me last night. You know he's easier to read than Shakespeare for
me. He could never hide anything with his telling eyes," Evan smiled. "You
know your Uncle Tom always says exactly what's on his mind and doesn't
bother to sugar coat it to protect anyone's feelings, so when he's trying
hard not to say something it shows."
     "What is it with you two? I swear there's this vibe you two have,"
Jake laughed.
     "I don't know, he just trusts me and feels guilty when he's keeping
something from me. It always shows in his eyes and demeanor."
     "If people didn't know you two, they swear you hated each other's
guts. But it's all just a game with you two. You both are defiantly two
weird dudes." Jacob laughed.
     "I know it's a long story, but with those two here, too, we can get
all the drama over in one big scene. Your dad's not gonna be pleased that
they didn't tell him what you were planning on doing. Even though I know,
it wouldn't have made a difference . . . you're just as stubborn as your
dad is, once you two have made up your minds you're gonna do something,"
Evan chuckled.
     "Yeah ... I guess you're right. Speaking of stubborn,what about
Grandma? She gonna be here too?"
     "No . . . she's all yours, to tell on your own."
     "Shit . . . she's gonna go berserk like dad is," Jacob said, frowning.
     "Your decision . . . your problem, Jakey boy!" Evan laughed.
     "Jeez, thanks a lot . . . any other help you can give me?" Jake asked
half-sarcastically.
     "Well when you were younger ... I remembered you'd put on about 4
pairs of underwear on under your jeans when you thought your dad was gonna
spank you for something bad you did. I don't think that's gonna help in
this case Jake." Evan laughed.
     "Ok enough with all the embarrassing stuff I have done already." Jake
said while he smirked at Evan.
     "Jake, I love you, and I wish this wasn't something we had to go
through. But we're family, and as soon as your dad cools off, he'll be
right behind you, supporting you all the way. He may not like it, but he'll
be there for you."
     "Thanks, Ev ... I love you, too, and I just want you to know this
. . . in a way, you've always been sorta like my mom . . . not really a
mom, but definitely my other parent. I don't know, really, how to describe
our relationship, but I'll miss you a lot when I'm gone. Promise me you'll
take good care of dad for me?"
     "You know I will, Jake."
     "Have you told your mom yet?" Evan inquired, knowing that bringing her
up wasn't pleasant for Jake.
     "Fuck her . . . Ev . . . She only calls when she feels guilty for not
being in my life. I could care less if she knows or not."
     "Well, it's always been your call, bub."
     "I know . . . I just have no feelings for her. I've always had the
best two parents a kid could have. I don't need her or her guilt-ridden
chats on the phone once every two years."
     "Jake, it's not her fault. Some people are just different. Having a
child doesn't make a person a parent, love and sacrifice does. Some just
don't have what it takes to be that, it has nothing to do with you. You
know that, don't you?"
     "Yeah . . . I understand I have what I always needed, my family that's
here. You and dad gave me all the love I need, and Grandma and Uncle Tom
and Andy are my life. I love you all and will miss you a lot when I leave."
     "Let's not talk about leaving right now, I'm not ready to hear about
it or prepared to see you walk out that door just yet."
     "Sorry, Ev...are you gonna be okay and deal with all this alright?"
     "It's gonna tear me apart, Jake, but I have to be strong for your
dad. I owe him that. He's always been there and been strong for me when I
needed it."
     Evan looked at the clock and couldn't believe how the time had flown
while they'd talked. It was already going on eight AM. "Look . . . Go take
you a shower and I'll make some breakfast a bit later, after I awaken the
dead around here. I'm gonna go get everyone up in an hour and we all can
have a big breakfast together, like we always do on Christmas morning."
     "Sounds great Ev . . . I'm starved. I'll come down and help when
you're ready." Jake exclaimed, as he rose and gave Evan a big hug, taking
Evan's breath away from him as he squeezed.
     "Dang, kid, you're getting strong! The Marines are sure getting a good
one here. Won't be much work to get you Marine-ready, kiddo!" Evan
chuckled.
     "Dang straight," Jacob proclaimed, as he flexed his muscles while
turning and leaving the kitchen.
     Jacob went quietly upstairs to his room and closed the door. Evan
followed behind, to the guest room, and quietly opened the door to see both
of his friends still asleep, and their bodies contorted all over the
bed. Both of them must have gotten hot while sleeping, because they'd
kicked off the covers and their nice-looking, naked bodies were in Evan's
line of sight. Evan quietly walked up to Tom's side of the bed, and gently
ran his hand across Tom's hairy stomach and down to his flaccid cock,
gently wrapping his hand around it and massaging it to life. Tom was almost
fully hard when he began to wake from the pleasant feelings down in his
groin. He slowly smiled and opened his eyes and looked up at who was
playing with his cock and quickly rose up and covered himself, yelling,"
Evan, what the fuck are you doing?"
     Tom's voice woke up Andy next to him, and he could see Evan standing
next to the bed, with Tom trying hard to cover himself up. Andy never
bothered to even hide his nakedness.
     "Morning sleepy heads . . . Sorry, Tom. I couldn't resist giving that
nice thing a few tugs to wake you up."
     "Tugs my ass, you perv . . . you were whacking me off," Tom snarled,
trying to act like he was pissed but more just embarrassed.
     Andy smiled at Evan and began laughing, and then looked over at Tom
and said, "Jeez, Tom, it's not like he hasn't seen it before."
     Tom didn't say a word, but only looked daggers at his naked
partner. Tom's and Evan's earlier hookup was rarely brought up, and Tom
wanted to keep it that way.
     Andy stopped chuckling and began to tell Evan, "Hey, we need to get
out of here and get home; we have stuff we need to get done today."
     Evan cut him off as he sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You two
aren't going anywhere. We're all eating a huge breakfast and hanging out
for the day here. You can wear what you had on yesterday, I washed your
clothes already this morning and they're good to wear again. Hell, you
weren't in them long, anyways, since we were in the pool most of the
evening last night."
     "Sorry, Evan, but we really need to get home today . . ." Evan looked
at Tom and quickly cut him off, saying, "Jacob's already home, and you two
are going to be here to help me get John through this day."
     "Shit . . . Jacob already told him, Andy," Tom said.
     "No . . . you did, last night . . . well, sorta. I just didn't know
you knew until last night."
     "Fuck . . . See, Andy . . . I told you he can fucking read me like a
book."
     "Well, maybe a pop-up book, but, yeah, you were really transparent
last night."
     "Fuck you, Beavis" Tom snarled.
     Andy laughed at Evans quip and at Tom's embarrassment.
     "I wouldn't be laughing, Officer Andy . . . John's gonna be as pissed
at you as he is with Jacob for not telling him about this," Evan blurted
out.
     "I know, Evan, and we're sorry for not telling you guys. Jacob had us
wrapped around his finger again, like he always has, when he wants
something from us; we just used really bad judgment."
     "Andy, I know how Jacob can be when he's like that, trust me
. . . he's done it to me more times than I'd like to admit. John's not
going to be happy with me, either, for knowing before he did. Look, he
can't kill all of us if we stick together and help him get through this. We
really need you guys more than ever to get through this day. I can imagine
John'll need us more than he'll be mad at us."
     "But just in case . . . I think I'm having Riley stick close by me the
whole day for protection," Evan half-heartedly laughed.
     "Good idea . . . what do you want us to do?" Andy asked.
     "Use the hall shower and get dressed, and I'll get John up, and we can
all eat a good breakfast. It should be ready in about an hour. See you two
in a bit, I'm off to go wake up John now."
     "Okay, Evan, see you in a bit," Andy said
     As he left and shut the door, Tom looked at Andy and said, "You think
we should sneak out before he wakes up John?"
     "Coward!" laughed Andy.
     "Hey, I'm not the armed one . . . who's going to protect me if he goes
ape-shit. I know John . . . he's going to explode." Tom whined, lying back
down on the bed.
     "Don't worry, I'll protect you," Andy said, as he leaned over and
kissed Tom on the lips. Tom, caught off guard, jerked back and then got an
evil grin on his face and said, `If you want to kiss something, why don't
you finish what Evan started," and pulled the covers off him, showing his
morning wood, ready for action. Andy laughed as he went down to do his best
to remedy the situation. Tom leaned back against the head board and put his
hand on the back of Andy's crew cut head and pushed him down on himself
with a moan.
     Evan entered the master bedroom and could see that John was still
passed out. He got into bed next to him and began snuggling up to him, and
ran his hand over his hairy chest and down to his soft cock, and began
massaging his second one for that morning. Only, this one was much more
familiar to him, much thicker and a bit longer. A smile formed on John's
face with his eyes still closed and he quietly said with a smile, "You
better hurry, Andy, before Evan comes back and finds us." Evan squeezed
John's cock firmly, and John winced in pain as he opened his eyes and
quickly exclaimed, "Joking . . . I was joking . . . honest, Ev."
     "You better be, Mister!"
     "What? You don't think I can tell who's in bed with me? I wasn't that
drunk last night. Nice way to wake up though . . . you're not gonna stop,
are you?"
     "First, let's get you up and into the shower, and I'll finish what I
started, in there."
     "Dang, Ev, you always like it in the shower! We do it in there more
than anywhere in the house."
     "It's just sexy to me, to be standing next to you all wet and feeling
your skin slippery with soap and all. I can't help it; it just turns me on
to be in the shower with you. It always has."
     "I know; I like it too, bud. It's like we're the only two on the
planet, and the world stops when I'm with you," John smirked at Evan.
     "I love you, John."
     "I love you back, Ev."
     "You ready for that shower now?" Evan asked.
     John looked down to his hard cock and then looked back up, and asked,
"What do you think?"

                                             End Chapter two
                                             To be continued...

Special thanks to `hs' for his help and insight, and to Chuck for allowing
me to be part of TickieStories. Please feel free to write and let me know
what you think so far. Always open to discuss ideas or criticism. Hogan 1