Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 07:43:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: hoosier hogan <hogan9944@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: John Gets What He Needs Part 2 Chapter 3

			 "John Gets What He Needs"
				 Part Two
			       Chapter Three
			  "Tom Gets A Black Eye"
				 By Hogan

Sounds of the shower could be heard masking other moaning sounds of sex
taking place. John and Evan were in their usual place of passion, and
enjoying their alone-time. Evan hugged his large-framed man and held on to
him tighter and longer than usual, causing John to pull back and ask,
"Everything okay, bud?  You're acting very strangely this morning ... like
I'm leaving or something, and you don't want me to go. What's up?"

"Nothing's up ... I just love the way you feel, up against me." Evan lied.

"I like it, too, Ev ... but we'd better get out of the shower if anyone
else is gonna have hot water this morning."

"I guess you're right ... I need to start breakfast, anyways. Jacob is
already home and he's gonna help me cook you and the guys a big breakfast.
Tom and Andy are going to hang out here today ... probably get a basketball
game going, then swim some more, later on."

"That sounds like a good plan. Did Jacob look okay this morning? He didn't
look like he was out partying all night, did he?" John said looking at Evan
for a reaction to his questioning. John knew he couldn't tell a lie very
well while looking him in the face, and that he always tried to protect
Jacob when he did something wrong.

"No, 'dad' ... he looked fine. I think he stayed over at his girlfriend's
last night, because he came home very early this morning." Evan chuckled as
he continued to say, "He had that happy 'I just had sex' look on his face."

"I hope we don't have to worry about being grandparents this soon," laughed
John.

"Hey ... he's your kid ... I'm never going to be old or a grandparent,"
Evan laughed.

"Oh, he's not yours when it's convenient, huh? Is that how were playing
it?"

"Damn straight, Mister Dad ... I'm just the glue that keeps it all
together."

"You're so full of shit ... you know you consider yourself Jacob's parent
and love him as much as I do."

"Busted, I guess, on that one ... but I have an advantage you don't; I can
play the cool parent when you always have to be the law-giver."

"Ha ... ha ... ha ... very funny, smart ass. I told you, you always take
his side when we're disagreeing."

"I know, I just hate it when he gets mad at me, and I can't stand it when
he gives me 'that face'. You remember that time when I scolded him for
being mean to Riley, when he was little ... he cried so hard he could
hardly breathe. I felt so bad; I swore that would never happen again."

"Evan, you're a better dog-owner than you are a parent, but Jacob and I
still love ya." John said as he laughed.

"I wouldn't have it any other way ... handsome."

"I'm going downstairs to start breakfast. Tom and Andy should be in the
hall-bathroom, getting cleaned up. Maybe you should play a joke on them or
something; you know the lock on that door doesn't work very well. Besides,
the emergency pin, to open it, is hidden on the top ledge of the
door-molding. Remember, we put it in there in case Jacob ever got locked in
there accidentally, when he was a kid?"

"Dude, you are an evil genius," John smirked. "Maybe I'll just go and see
what those two are up to in there."

"Go ahead ... you don't want to know how I woke Tom up this morning."

"Oh, shit ... what did you do, you perv?  I'm sure it was something good
that embarrassed and pissed him off."

"Let's just say, he was awakened the same way you were."

"You're such a perv ... I know you want to do him, don't you ... admit it!"

"John, you know I only love you."

"I was talking about you being a perv and wanting to have some of that
... I know who you love. Admit it ... you'd like to ride him, wouldn't
you?"

"Okay. I've had fantasies about having sex with him a few times, but you
know I'd never do anything like that, John. You can always trust me."

"Ev ... I know where we stand with each other. It's perfectly normal to
have fantasies about other people. It doesn't mean you're not happy with
your partner."

"Are you saying you have fantasies about Tom, too?"

"Hell, no... I haven't ever thought of having anything to do with Tom that
way."

"Oh, so it's ... Andy, isn't it? Admit it ... you'd love to tap his ass,
wouldn't you? All those muscles, and him in that cop uniform ... it gets
you going, don't it?"

"Well, let's just say there's a fantasy there somewhere, but you know I'd
never do anything, either. Besides, they're our best friends, and Jacob's
uncles ... we could never do anything to jeopardize that," John said,
smirking.

"I know ...I just think it's hot, thinking about you two going at it,
butt-naked ... you two all sweaty... but only if I could watch," Evan
smirked back.

"God, you are a perv ... and there's no worries ... you know who I love."

"I know, John, and I love you back. I'm off to get breakfast started. Go do
something to 'get' those two while I'm busy."

"Okay ... see you downstairs," John said.

"If I hear yelling ... I'll just ignore it," Evan snickered.

"Oh, you're evil!" John said, with his signature grin.

Evan entered the kitchen to see Jacob already there starting
breakfast. Evan and John both, but mostly Evan, had made sure Jacob had
learned to cook and that he enjoyed doing it. He'd learned well, and he
enjoyed cooking for his girlfriends, scoring points with them for the
effort.

Jacob was cooking bacon and sausage, and already had the biscuits in the
oven. Evan looked at him and smiled saying, "Is it ready yet? I'm starved."

"Very funny ...  if you're done mocking me as a kid, maybe you can help me
out and start the French toast, pancakes, and gravy for the biscuits."

"Yes, Sir! Sheesh ... you'd think you'd already made rank, or something,"
Evan laughed.

Jacob looked wide-eyed at Evan, then looked to make sure no one else was
around, and said, "Cut it out, someone might hear you."

"Don't worry ... your dad is up to no good, upstairs."

"Oh, shit. What's he doing to my uncles now?" Jacob asked, with a grin.

"Trust me, you don't want to know, but at least he's in a good mood, so
let's be happy he's having fun for now," Evan said, as he got busy cooking.

The kitchen was quickly giving off the morning breakfast-aroma and the
smells made their way throughout the house. Evan got busy making the
sausage-gravy for the biscuits and got out the flat-iron and began putting
out pancakes and French toast. There'd be a bit of everything for whoever
wanted what ... Tom would usually be the one who stuck to the
biscuits-and-gravy and fried potatoes, while John and Jacob had eggs, bacon
and sausage, and some French toast. Andy was more the pancake-eater, with
eggs and bacon. Evan usually had fried-potatoes and some sausage.



Everyone would be taken care of, and the food would be a feast. It was a
Christmas tradition that many would come over for breakfast on Christmas
morning, then they'd go to John's moms for Christmas dinner. When Evan's
parents were still alive, they would usually have the dinner at their
home. Food always seemed to be the thing that brought people together, and
they all enjoyed each other's company and family.

While Jacob and Evan were busy cooking, John was upstairs, outside the
hallway-bathroom door, picking the lock and slowly opening the door. The
room was steamy, and he heard his two hunky house-guests in the shower
together, making familiar sounds. John snickered to himself and quietly
entered the bathroom, quickly turned on the cold water in the sink and
flushed the toilet at the same time, then darted out of the room, slamming
the door behind him. He could hear two voices loudly cursing, and the sound
of the shower-door opening. He smiled to himself and stood outside the
bathroom door, laughing, now, out loud. The door quickly opened and Tom
began cursing him, with a towel wrapped around him. John just laughed, and
then quickly grabbed Tom's towel and ran downstairs laughing. Tom, being
exposed, quickly went back into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"That fucker is gonna pay for this," Tom cursed, looking at Andy.

"Yeah, well, you're gonna have to wait for another day, 'cause he's gonna
have enough on his plate. We better get downstairs and eat breakfast
... I'm sure it's probably done, because I can smell it," Andy said, with a
grin.

John entered the kitchen and saw Jacob and Evan loading the table with
everything a man could want for breakfast. John smiled and said, "Wow,
guys, it looks like Christmas morning breakfast in here. What's the
occasion?"

Evan and Jacob looked at each other, and then Evan spoke up and said, "We
just thought it would be nice to sit down for a big breakfast, since the
guys are here.

"Hey, Jacob, go up and tell them two breakfast is ready. I would, but they
may be a bit mad at me right now," John smirked.



"You didn't do 'the toilet flush' on them again, did you, Dad?" Jacob
laughed.

"It was Evan's idea ... I was just following orders ... honest," John
laughed.

"Yeah, whatever ... don't hide behind me when they come down and gang up on
ya, because I'm not gonna save you," Evan laughed.

Jacob darted out of the kitchen to go get the guys, and John went over to
Evan and gave him a kiss and smacked him on his ass. "Looks great ... you
two really cooked a lot of food. You wanna tell me what's up?"

"What do you mean ... 'what's up?' ... can't we just cook a big breakfast
for everyone to enjoy?" Evan asked, without looking back at John.

"I see ... so you're gonna stay quiet about whatever's going on, so I won't
keep bugging you."

"Don't worry, John, all will be fine and we'll have a good breakfast
together, then later go swimming and have a nice summer day, before the
warm days are gone and fall creeps in."

"I know I'm not looking forward to summer ending, either, but at least
football season will be here again. That's always a good excuse for us to
get together and enjoy each other's company," John smiled.

John sat down at his usual spot at the end of the table and Evan sat on the
side next to him. All the food was on the table and Jacob returned with Tom
and Andy in tow behind him. Everyone sat down, Jacob taking the chair
opposite his father's, while Tom and Andy sat opposite Evan.

 "Damn, guys, this is a lot of food," Tom remarked.

Everyone began serving themselves and filling their plates and the absence
of conversation was noticeable. Everyone just seem to be focused on eating
at the moment, until everyone was almost finished, when Jacob interrupted
the silence, and began to make the prepared speech he'd rehearsed in his
mind a hundred times.

"Dad ... I have something to tell you, and I'm asking you to hear me out
before you say anything ... promise?" Jacob said, looking at his father.

John looked at his son, then around the table, and said, "Sure, son, this
must be serious, since I can tell everyone in this room seems to know
something I don't. It shows on all your faces," John said, with a
noticeably agitated tone to his voice.

Tom and Andy looked at each other, and then over to Evan, and there was a
tension in the air that continued to thicken.

Jacob cleared his throat and began with, "Dad ... I've made a decision
about college, and I want you to understand, I really appreciate all the
sacrifices you had to make to raise me. I want you to know I do appreciate
everything you all have done for me. I made a decision, and I've signed up
with the Marines. I decided to wait to go to college until after my tour is
up. I leave in a week, for basic training in San Diego," Jacob said, with
confidence, and relief that he'd finally told his dad.

John just sat there and looked at this son, and then put his fork down and
looked around the room at everyone at the table. The silence was deafening,
and John saw that everyone was looking back at him, waiting for a reaction.

John tried to process what his son had just told him, and just sat there
thinking of what to say in response. There were no words ... he couldn't
think of a single word to say. It was as if someone had hit him so hard
that he couldn't think. He looked around the table again, and then to Evan,
and stared at him, wondering, 'Why? Why hasn't he said something to me?' It
was obvious, by the absence of reaction from everyone, that he was the last
one to know. A feeling of betrayal and rage began to overcome him, and he
got up from his chair.

"Dad ... say something ... please, understand that I need to do this,"
Jacob pleaded.

"Jacob Spencer ... I need to get out of here for a while. I don't want to
have this conversation till I can speak with you calmly."

"John, please ... don't go ... let's get through this together," Evan said,
as he reached for John's arm.

John pulled his arm away, glaring at Evan for a second, then said, "I can't
fuck believe you. Of all the people who knew about this, and then didn't
tell me, so I could stop him. If he gets killed over there in this fucking
war ... I'll blame you for this, Evan ... So, don't you fucking talk to me
right now, either."

"Dad ... it's not his fault. I'd already signed up before he figured it
out. Don't be mad at Evan," Jacob pleaded with his dad.

"John, please, let's sit and discuss this, and work it out," Andy said.

"What the fuck is there to 'work out'? My only son is going to war, and I'm
the last dumb-ass to fucking know about it. I need to get out of here and
think," John spouted, angrily.

Tom got up and moved in, between John and the door, and said, "John please
stay and..." but John didn't let him finish, instead punching Tom so hard
that he landed on the floor.  John stepped over him and walked out the back
door. A stunned Tom just sat there on the floor, deciding not to provoke
John anymore, but to let him cool off. Andy quickly reached down to help
Tom up off the floor, and Tom said, "Fuck ... it's okay, I'll live. He
didn't mean it, Andy; he's just hurt right now. He didn't mean to hurt me."

"I know, Tom ... I just didn't want him to hurt you ... you want me go talk
to him?"

"No, Andy, that's not a good idea right now. Let him go walk it off, and
process everything."

Evan got up and told Riley to go outside and find John. He knew Riley's
presence would help calm John down.

"Fuck ... Uncle Tom, I'm so sorry Dad hit you, and not me," Jacob said,
with sorrow.

"Jacob, your dad would never hit you, and he didn't hurt me too bad, he
just needed to blow off some steam. I know he didn't mean to hit me ... I
shouldn't have gotten in his big-ass way," Tom said, as Andy put some ice
on his eye.

"Don't worry, Jake, he'll calm down and understand it's what you want to
do," Andy said.

"Ev ... I'm sorry Dad is mad at you. You didn't deserve what he said to
you."



"It's okay, Jake, don't worry about us. He's just hurt and really has a
right to be ... I should've never kept it from him. I was wrong and I know
it. I'm going to go outside and find him ... talk it over with him and get
him to relax. You guys finish your breakfast and clean up the kitchen. I'll
get your dad to calm down and talk to you."

"You think it's a good idea, Evan? He's really pissed," Andy said.

"I'll be okay, he'd never hurt me. Besides, Riley will be there ... just in
case."

"Why the hell didn't that mutt try to protect me, when I got clobbered?"
Tom hissed.

Evan looked at him and smiled and said, "Because, I think, he was laughing
too hard to get up and do anything."

"Ha ha ha, that's so funny, douche-bag," Tom scolded.

Evan smiled and hugged Tom, then left the kitchen and went out the
back-door, scanning the backyard, looking for John. He went to the garage
and opened the side door, and saw John sitting on the bench, sobbing into
his hands. He didn't even hear Evan enter the garage. Riley was quietly
sitting beside him.

Evan walked up to John and stood in front of him. John looked up, got up
and grabbed Evan, quick enough to surprise him, wrapping his arms around
him while continuing to sob loudly. Evan rubbed his back and said, "Hey
... hey ... everything's gonna be okay ... Jacob is just going off to
training, and he may never get sent to Iraq or Afghanistan. He'll make us
proud, and he'll be okay. I know it, John ... don't worry."

John got a hold of himself enough to speak, and said, "Evan, I can't deal
with him leaving us like this! Everyone I love always seems to leave me."

John continued crying, holding on to Evan, who'd never seen John so
upset. He tried to console him by saying, "Look, John ... you have to pull
it together and be strong for your son. You have to stand behind him in his
decision. He has to know you're proud of him and of his decision to do
this. He needs you, and he's not 'leaving' us. He'll be back, I promise."

Evan pulled away from John, called Riley and walked him to the door, shut
him outside, and stepped back to John.

"John ... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I just found out a week ago,
when I was doing his laundry and saw the papers. I should've told you. You
have every right to hate me and to be pissed at me. Riley isn't here to
protect me ... you can hurt me back, if it'll make you feel better."

John stopped crying and looked up at Evan, with a look of shock on his
reddened face. John just stared at Evan in disbelief and said, "Evan, I
would never hurt you. I would never hit you ... ever. Don't you know that?
I love you and never want to lose you."

"I love you, too, John, but if it would make you feel better, you can punch
me for not telling you. Riley is outside and can't get to you, so go ahead
and do it. I deserve it."

"I would have never said those awful things to you, if I'd known he'd
already signed up, and that nothing you could've told me would've made a
difference. I'm the one who's sorry for yelling at you."

Evan smiled and said, "Well, you sure cold-cocked Tom a good one ... I
think he's gonna have a shiner for a while."

"Fuck ...I can't believe I did that ... he's gonna hate me! He and Andy
will probably never speak to me again for being such an ass."

"Don't worry about that, John. He was actually defending you in there
... giving you an excuse to hit him. He's tough, and he's worried about you
and Jake. You're gonna have to talk to him soon, because he's gonna go
crazy thinking you're so mad at him. You know he can't stand it when he
thinks you're upset with him ... it drives him nuts."

John had stopped crying and was collecting himself, as Evan rubbed his
back, sitting on the bench next to him. "Evan, how can you promise me Jacob
will be okay and will come back to us alive? That's something you shouldn't
promise."

"Let's just say I talked it over with a friend."

"Oh yeah ... I forgot 'ERI KNOWS ALL'."

"Don't mock him ... he wouldn't let me down."

"You're a freak, you know that, don't you?" John asked, and smiled.

"Yeah, I know, a total fucking loony-dude."

"Well, maybe not a total nut, but I'll take ya, crazy and all."

John and Evan embraced and kissed, and Evan wiped away his tears and kissed
him again.

"Im gonna go back inside and tell Jacob to come out and talk to you, and
let him know that you've calmed down. You're gonna have to be supportive
and show him you're not in shock anymore, and that you're proud of
him. He'll need to know that, John, to get through what he's got ahead of
him."

"I know ... send him out here ... I don't want to go back in there and face
Tom and Andy right now. I feel like a jerk for hitting Tom."

"Don't worry about it, they understand. They're more scared that you won't
forgive them for not telling you what he was planning on doing. He pulled
the 'best uncles' routine on them, and they were caught in a hard
place. Besides, you know your son; he's just like you, stubborn, and
would've done it anyways, no matter what you'd said."

"You're probably right. He is just like me."

"Don't tell them I'm not mad at them, let them stew for a while ... serves
the two whipped assholes right. I can't believe Jake can still pull that
shit with them two."

"It's just because they love him so much. We all do. We all helped him grow
up."

"I know. Okay, go get him and send him out here. Let's get this over with."

"You want me to stay, so you don't hurt him?"

"Very funny ... you know I'd never hurt him. Besides, I'm gonna do what you
said, and forget my worries and anger, and support him. I need to let him
know I love him and that I'm proud of him being my son."

"You're a good dad; I know I tell you that a lot, but it's true."

"Thanks Ev ... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Me either ... probably licking nasty pussy like you used to," Evan
laughed.

John laughed and smacked Evan on his ass, as he left to get Jacob.

Evan returned to find the guys doing dishes and cleaning up the
kitchen. They all turned around and looked at him in unison, with weird
looks on their faces.

Evan just looked back at them and said, "What?"

Jacob laughed and said, "We're just glad to see you're still in one
piece. It must've gone well."

"Fuck, why didn't he punch you too? Why am I the only one coming out of
this with a black eye?" Tom asked, half whining and half joking.

Andy laughed, putting his arm around Tom, and said, "Don't worry; I'm sure
Jake still has one coming."

"Hey ... that's not funny, Uncle Andy."

Tom, Evan and Andy laughed, and then Evan said, "Jake ... he's ready to
talk to you now. He's calmed down and he's waiting for you in the garage."

"Are you coming out there with me? What if he goes ape-shit again and tries
to kill me?" Jake asked apprehensively.

Evan laughed and said, "Don't be a drama-queen, you're teaching Tom bad
habits."

"Fuck you, Beavis, you're the 'queen' around here ... fag," Tom blurted
out, punching Evan in the arm. Riley instantly growled and barked at Tom.

"Fuck you, flea-bag ... now you speak up, you worthless ..." Tom was cut
off, as Riley darted toward him, but Evan grabbed his collar and shooed him
out the back door.

"Honestly, Tom, you're gonna have to talk with that dog, and make up with
him, because I don't think he's gonna forgive you unless you do."

Andy, Evan and Jacob laughed, and Jacob said, "Dang, guys ... I'm gonna
miss being around all of you."

"Don't start that shit yet, Jacob. I'm not ready to hear about you leaving
yet. Get out there and go talk to your dad ... you're a Marine now, so go
deal with your father."

Jacob left to go to the garage, looking like he was headed for a
firing-squad. He yelled for Riley, opening the garage door, and went in
with him just in case, shutting the door behind them.


To be continued...


			     End Chapter Three

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