Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 06:43:13 +0000
From: Jeff STL <jeffstl@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Fantasy / Chapter 16

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from everyone!  Also, 10 bonus points to "Mel" for catching an error.  :)

Chapter 16

"What?!" I ask, shocked, and surely white as a ghost.  Scott leans over and
puts a hand on my bare shoulder for comfort.

"Honey, your dad had a heart attack this morning.  They're operating now.  I
tried to get a hold of you before he went in.  He was asking for you,
sweetie."  Mom cries a little into the phone.

"Oh no, Mom...I'm so sorry.  I'm...sick...and I just didn't hear the phone."
I reply, feeling like the piece of shit that I am right now.

"Are you ok?  Can you make it over?  He'll want to see you when he comes out
of it." Mom practically begs.  She's at wits' end...I can tell.

Sitting up, and instantly wishing my head would explode quickly instead of
in stages, I reassure her.  "OK, Mom...I'll do what I can to get there, ok?
Just sit tight.   Wait a minute, where's Josh?"

"Oh, he had a business trip in Chicago, but he's on a plane right now coming
home." Mom says, sighing.

"OK, Mom...I'll be there as soon as I can."  I hang up and lay back a
second.  Terror sets into my soul.  I'm not ready to lose my dad yet!  I
glance over at Scott, who's looking at me with concern, but polite enough to
wait until I offer what that was all about.

"Scott, my dad is in the hospital.  He's had a heart attack.  Mom needs me,
but I feel awful!  Can you help me?" I plead.

"Sure buddy, let's get you cleaned up a little.  I'll drive you down and
when we get there, we'll get you a shot of Vitamin B and some ibuprofen to
get you back on your feet." Scott offers.

I swing out of bed, and the ol' stomach is very queasy.  Scott helps me into
some clothes, I run the toothbrush over my teeth, and I start feeling mildly
human again.  Scott helps me to his car, and we're off to the hospital.  He
even gives me the darkest pair of sunglasses he has.  It doesn't even strike
me weird that he has several different kinds.

We pull up to the ER, and Scott commandeers a wheelchair for me and we head
over to the ER area.  He whispers something to one of the nurses, who nods
and leaves for a moment.  In a couple of minutes, he wheels me behind one of
the triage curtains, has me stand, pulls my waistband down and gently
injects medicine into my hip.  Then we're off to the Cardiac Surgery center.
  Mom rushes over, then stops a minute.

"Jesse, why are you....?"

I wave her question off.  "I'm just not quite steady yet, Mom."  I tell her
as she kisses my cheek, then, she does what must be a built-in reflex and
puts her hand on my forehead.  It feels cool to my skin.

"You don't feel like you're with fever..." she points out.

"Mom, let's just say I have the disease known as Jack Daniel-itis." I say
wryly.  Mom raises one eyebrow, but decides there's more important matters
at hand.

"OK.  Well, since I talked to you, I found out that it's not too bad.
They're putting in two stents, which means no bypass surgery."

"Mom, how did this happen?  Dad's been in good shape." I ask.

"Well, he needs to eat a little better and get more exercise.  The Lipitor
he takes for his cholesterol won't stop heart disease.  The doctor has told
him that for years.  NOW I am going to make him follow doctor's orders!" Mom
declares.  And I know from her tone she means it!  We Corey men know when
she means business.

A nurse comes over.  "Mrs. Corey?  Your husband is out of surgery now, and
will be in Recovery for a bit while he comes out of anesthesia.  You may
come back if you like."

I take Mom's hand.  "Mom, go on back.  I'll be fine right here."

"OK, sweetie.  When your brother gets here, please let him know what's going
on.  His plane should be landing soon."  And with that, Mom rushes off to
catch up with the nurse.  I get up slowly and walk over the waiting room
window.  Scott comes up behind me, rubbing my back as I lean on the sill.

"You ok, bud?" he asks gently.

His touch and gentle tone causes me to realize how precious life is, and I
turn and say "no" and more or less collapse into his arms into a hug.  A few
tears roll down, and I know he can feel me holding back a sob or two.

"Your dad is going to be fine.  Stents are good.  Bypass is more serious, so
he is out of danger now." he instructs me, soothing my nerves.  I bury my
face into the nape of his neck, and he puts a hand on the back of my head,
stroking my hair.

I hear a familiar voice in the room behind Scott.

"Uh, Jesse?"  It's Leslie.  Surprised, I break the hug, and lean against the
sill.  Scott takes a step back and turns also.

"Leslie!  What are you doing here?" I ask, surprisingly calm.

"Uh, your mom called me, hoping to find you.  I see she finally did.  How is
your dad?" she asks, genuinely concerned.  She comes over and I kiss her on
the cheek.  A habit, I suppose.

She looks at Scott.

"Oh, Leslie...this is Scott Landry.  He's my roommate.  And my friend."  I
add that last bit on.  "Scott, this is my wife, Leslie Markham."  Again,
habit.  She smiles.

"He means 'ex'-wife."  she says, with a touch of humor in her voice.

I nod, acknowledging the mistake with a small smile.  They exchange
greetings.  And suddenly, there's an awkward moment.  Scott clears his
throat.

"Tell you what, I'll go see what I can find out, and you two can chat."
Scott offers.

"OK, man...I'll catch up with you." I reply.  He leaves, and I can't help
but notice his nice ass.  Dang, I swear sometimes my brain is down in the
"other" head.

Leslie nudges my ribs.  "He's nice.  Any...thing special there?" she asks.
No hint of sarcasm or animosity at all in her voice.  I keep watching his
back, thinking for a moment.

"I don't know...really.  We went out a couple of times, and he offered to
let me live in his spare bedroom.  It's still so new, I'm not sure exactly
how to define it.  Uh, Leslie, I'm not feeling too good, do you want to sit
down?"

"Tell you what....I'll buy you a cup of coffee." she offers, motioning that
we should walk.  "I'm sure Scott will find us."

"Yeah, why not?  Dad just came out of surgery, so he'll be out of it for
awhile anyway."  And we head down to the coffee shop. The smell of the food
makes me wretch a little inside.  Leslie notices my look of consternation.

"You ok?"  she asks.

"Well, not really.  I'm very hung over and my stomach is sending me some
nasty hate mail about now." I joke, trying to keep from making an
embarrassing scene.

We select a table, and she offers to get me some juice.  She comes back with
a cup of coffee for her, and a small orange juice.  I have to admit, it
sounds good...just hopefully my stomach will accept the peace offering.
That shot must be starting to help.

"So, how are you?" I ask, genuinely (and surprisingly) interested.

"I'm doing good.  How are YOU?" she asks.  The implied question behind that
is how I'm adjusting.  That's one of our better parts of our --
relationship? -- is that we know what the other is thinking.

"I'm doing good.  You're probably wondering about Mark.  Well, it turns out
I was a pawn in a little game there, and I'm not seeing much of a future
with him.  Scott's nice, but I'm not sure where our relationship might go.
He's young, but..who knows."  I suddenly look over at her, and she's giving
me a look of sincere interest.

"Good, Jesse!  It sounds like your new life might be starting to take
shape."

We discuss the kids, her job, her new home, and all sorts of things.  Toward
the end, we both come to realize that we can get past the last few months
and actually become friends.  And this is something we both feel good about
because neither of us really wanted to lose the other in our lives.
Finally, after awhile, Scott rushes up.

"There you are!  Your dad is awake and would like to see you.  Josh is here,
too."

We go back to the waiting area, and Leslie says goodbye to me at the door.

"Give him my regards, would you?  I feel sort of out of place now, and I'm
not sure your mom is ready to see me." she says.

I again kiss her on the cheek, a sign of friendship this time.  "Sure.  I'll
do that.  I'll talk to you soon, ok?"

She nods and smiles.  "OK.  Scott, it was a pleasure meeting you.  I hope we
get a chance to see each other again." and she shakes his hand.  I again
marvel at her people skills.  No wonder she's got her job!  And she walks
toward the elevator.

Scott claps me on the shoulder. "I'm going to go home because" he sniffs his
shirt "yike...and I need some sleep.  Josh said he'll bring you home later,
ok?"

"OK, Scott. Thanks for bringing me up here."

Scott hesitates for a second, then leans over and gives me a quick kiss on
my lips.  "Anytime.  See ya later."  And he walks off.  My heart leaps and
starts pounding.  Oh my gosh....  Then I snap back to reality, and the nurse
takes me back.  I go over to his bed, and he breaks into a big grin when he
sees me.

"Hey, there he is!" he says, as if I were 8.  I holds his arms out toward
me.  I gladly walk into them and grasp him in a hug.  Suddenly from nowhere,
I'm bawling.

"Hey," he says, gently.  "I'm ok, buddy...honest.  This is just the warning
shot."  He rubs my back between my shoulder blades, which helps me get a
grip.

"I know" I say softly.  "I'm just scared."

"It's ok." he says again.  "I'm going to be fine, and you know Sergeant
Corey over there is gonna work my ass now."  he laughs, indicating my mom.
In a fake shrilled voice, she says

"You better believe it!!  Shape up or ship out!!"

We all laugh.  I straighten up, and see Josh there.  I walk over and hug
him.  "Hey man."

"Hey." he replies, hugging me back.

"So, who wants some bacon, eggs, and biscuits and gravy?" my dad jokes.
Naturally, mom takes him seriously.  "Now John...." she starts.  We all bust
out laughing.  Poor mom...it's always been 3 against 1.

"Oh, I'm joking, woman, sheesh!" he says, good-naturedly.  And with that, I
know that he's going to live a long time.

In the car on the way home, Josh asks me "So, Scott seems nice.  He said
Leslie was up there at the hospital?  What gives?"

I sigh.  "I'm not sure.  It was great to see her, and she's doing really
well.  I think she wants to bury the hatchet, and for once, not in my head.
I think she and I understand that we can be friends, which I'd like.  She
didn't even act jealous or crazy around Scott."

Josh takes that in, then says, "Well, that's good.  There's enough hatred in
this world.  I have to admit that I never got the two of you, and I guess
because you're gay, that's why.  But I'm glad you two can work something
out."

I nod as I think on that. "Yeah, it's kind of nice."

Once home, Josh and I trade "see ya's" and I head into the apartment.  Scott
is sleeping in his bed, the sheet just below his chest.  I stare at him for
a moment, feeling my dick harden.  I love the sight of a guy with a bare
chest in bed.  Now I wonder...  I take a chance and slip into his room.  I
remove my clothing then gently slide in next to him.  He moves slightly,
moaning lightly in his sleep.  Then he turns over, facing away from me, his
strong back to me.  The sheet gapes open a little, and I can see his bare
ass.  Gotta love a guy that sleeps in the nude!

I lightly place my hand on his hip.  I feel the heat of his skin as I apply
gentle pressure.  Wanting to wake him, but at the same time, wanting to let
him sleep.  I know he worked hard last night, pulling double-duty.  I scoot
over next to him, my dick completely hard, and gently conform my bare chest
against his back, wrapping my left arm across his chest.  He again moans
lightly and leans back toward me.  "Mmm....hey you." he says sleepily.

"Sorry.  I didn't want to wake you." I whisper.

"Mm...that's ok."  he mumbles.  "I'm glad you're here."

I stroke his chest, feeling the sparse hair in the middle.  He again purrs a
moan.  I move back away, causing him to give a cute little whine, which said
to me "where are you going?".  I gently roll him onto his back.  He puts his
left arm over his head, giving me room to lay my head on his chest, and
conforming my front again against his body.  I see his beautiful 7" cut dick
at full mast.  I smile a small little smile.  His eyes are still closed as I
run my hand slowly and gently across his nearly-smooth chest.  His breathing
deepens as he enjoys the touch.  His arm comes down and then behind me,
wrapping me lovingly in his embrace.  He srokes my bare back up and down my
spine, giving me the shivers.  I then make light circles around his nipples,
one at a time, causing them to stand out.  I run my hand up and down his
firm abs.  Makes me sick...he doesn't even work out!!  Putting my ab envy
aside, I continue my carresses, avoiding all contact with his cock.  His
hips begin to slowly move to my touches, as if he's willing my hand onto his
groin.  Each pass down his body, I get closer to his equipment, trying to
avoid just reaching out and grabbing it.  His dick begins leaking precum,
pooling on his stomach as his cock throbs.  I pass a finger through the
pool, and bring it to my mouth.  It tastes sweet.  I decide finally to give
in to him, and I slowly...very slowly, run my finger lightly up his balls
and continuing up the underside of his dick, causing him to cry out in
ecstasy when I pass over the "sweet spot" just below the head.  I gently
encircle my hand around his shaft, barely touching him, and he again moans.
I then bend my back, and slowly and gently bring his dick into my mouth.  He
cries out again, louder this time.  His hand stills on my back as every
muscle in his body goes rigid for a moment.  I slowly begin pumping his cock
into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the shaft side-to-side as I bring
my mouth up and down.  My left hand grabs him by the base of his dick, and
slowly moves up with my lips.  Now he's moaning, moving his head side to
side slowly, his legs tensing and relaxing.  A momentary doubt of safety
enters my mind, but it's quickly quashed.  The man's a doctor, I'm sure he
knows how to stay safe. I decide to ask him about it later.

I lower my left hand on his shaft enough so that I cover part of his balls,
and I notice that they're drawing up.  He's close.  My own dick is leaking
precum like a leaky dam.  His hips start to move opposite of my direction of
my mouth, and I know he's very close now.  I slip my very wet hand down over
his balls and just press against his ass, slipping my pink against his hole.
  That puts him over the edge, and he cries out as fluid gushes forth into
my mouth.  Luckily, I was on the up-stroke when he shot, so I got a mouthful
of sweet cum.  I swallow quickly, and begin avoiding the head, as I know it
gets sensitive quickly.  Several more shots of cum enter my mouth, and I
gently swallow, trying to not make noise with my throat.  In the excitement,
my own dick suddenly bursts all over his legs and side, without even
touching myself.  As his cock goes soft, and the bursts subside, I gently
let it slide out of my mouth, landing on his stomach with a wet sound, and
move my head back to his chest, my right ear against his heart.  It's still
pounding fast.  I reach down and stroke out a few more drips of cum from my
own dick.  He moans as he comes down from his high, his arm again stroking
my back.  Then his hand moves to the side of my head and he strokes my hair.

We're quiet for a moment, and then he speaks softly.

"Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it too soon for me to tell you that I might be in love with you?"

I'm quiet for a moment.  Am I ready for this??  Am I ready to commit so soon
without benefit of dating a few guys first?  Am I NUTS?

"No, I don't think so.  I might be starting to fall for you too."  I'm again
quiet for a moment, as I think.

"Well," he says, "maybe we shouldn't rush into anything yet.  You know?  Let
nature take its course, and all?"

I smile.  He knows what is on my mind.  A good sign.  "Yeah, that'd be
nice."

We again are quiet, as the windows start to darken.  "Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it too soon for me to say that you're my boyfriend?" he asks, almost
child-like.

I can't help but smile.  I move up higher on the bed, kissing him on the
cheek first, then on the lips.

"No.  It's not too soon at all." My dick responds by stiffening up a bit.
But for now, I'm content let lay next to this warm man, in his embrace.  I
feel protected.  I feel safe.  I feel uncertain.  But, time will tell.  And
together, we fall asleep in each others' arms.

To be continued...


OK...the vitamin B thing is from a MASH episode when Hawkeye and Trapper
have to sober up Hot Lips quickly.  I again claim editorial license since I
have no idea if it'd work for a hangover or not. :)

Some have expressed some loyalty for Mark, but I have to say that I think
Scott is more for Jesse, at least at this point.  However....time will
tell.... :)