Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 20:25:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 12

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                    The Good Doctor 12

Just a normal family out for an after dinner stroll.  Me in
Levi's and a pink tee shirt, Pete in dress slacks, white
shirt and loosened dark blue rep stripe tie and walking
between us or rather sometimes skipping between us and
sometimes dawdling between us, Jase, pale blue little boy
sweat shirt and tan little boy cargo pants.  The kid dresses
better than I do.

Jase runs ahead for a second and then runs back and wraps
his hand around my fingers.  What is going through his mind?
Why did he instigate this?  It occurs to me that I've never
been in Pete's house.  That's pretty stupid.  Well, the
houses on the street are pretty much alike and he always
comes over to our house.  The thing is that I'm not thrilled
with going to his house.  I want him to forget about his
house!

Eleanor's gotta be goin crazy if she's watching us!

I can tell by the drapes that I can see hanging in the
living room window that this place is gonna make ours look
like shit.  Every time Pete takes a step you can see the
bulge of his cock in his pants pushed off to the left.  Why
are we doing this?

Since he's not driving his car and doesn't have the thingy
to open the garage door Pete lets us in through the front
door.  The foyer is floored in different but similar colors
of slate tiles.

Holy fuck!  This house may be "kinda" like ours but this is
unbelievable.  All the colors are kinda the same and yet at
the same time they're different and everything seems so
fucking elegant and.....well....planned.

Jase takes off running through the house but something on my
face must have alerts Pete because he pulls me into the
kitchen.  Kitchen!  Fucking granite counter tops!

Pete pushes me back against the counter in an attempt to
control my attention and keep me from getting spastic.  His
arms are hot on my arms and his body is pressed close to
mine as he tries to gentle me.

"My fucking god, Pete, this place is......!  Kiss!

"unfucking believable!  You never........!  Kiss!  With
tongue.

"told me that you lived like this!  Shit our place......!
Kiss!  With tongue and caressing.

My house is decorated in 1960's Italian American, pretty
basic.  Lot's of formica.

Pete pulls me away from the counter and wraps his arms
totally around me.  Mostly to try and calm me down and keep
me from seeing all the other neat stuff that I don't have at
my house.

He's holding my face in his hands.  "Eric, don't glower at
me!"  I don't glower!  "This is just something that
designers did!"  My mom was my designer!  "This was THEIR
idea of how a doctors house should look!"

It's not the money, although this cost him plenty, it's the
taste, something that I obviously have none of and if I
don't have any taste how long can I expect him to keep
loving me when he obviously does have taste, like in spades.

"I could afford to do this too ya know!"  Yeah like that'd
happen!

Jase screaming.  "Dad, the shower has got a whole bunch of
places where the water comes out!"  A multi-head shower!  I
bet that it's all glass too with beige marble walls!  I can
hear Jason running around.

I feel like I'm quivering and then Pete speaks softly to me.
"I know that you can afford to do this.  Do you think I'd
have brought you over here if I thought that it was gonna be
a problem?"  I start to open my mouth but he kisses me
again.  Well, it's not the worst way of shutting me up.

"Eric, you gotta understand how little this place means to
me.  It's just somewhere that I came to when I left work, a
place where I did laundry.  It was never a home.  Mostly it
was a place that I sat and tried to think of a way to meet
you."  He was playing with my hair, twisting it.  "I was
sooo lonely here."  How can a person look like Pete does and
feel lonely?  Yeah, I know, it's possible.

Jase comes running into the kitchen and grabs my arm.  "Come
on, Dad!  You gotta see this place."  Then suddenly he stops
and looks like he's just realized something.  He looks up at
Pete and tightens his grip on me.

"Pete, I don't want you to live here."  He looks at me.  "We
can make our house look nicer can't we, Dad?  I don't want
Pete to come back here to live."

I kneel down in front of Jase.  "I don't either, Jase."
Jase has maneuvered us into a moment of truth.  I look up at
Pete.  I can't read him.  "But this is adult stuff and its
something that Pete and I have to talk about."  I rub my
hands on Jase's arms.  "There are lots of things that have
to be decided, Jase."  Great!  I'm supposed to be an adult?

I stand up, touch Pete's arm and whisper to him.  "You have
any porn mags or dildo's or stuff like that around here?"
He actually blushes!

"No, no, nothing like that!"  I'm amazed because if I lived
alone the place would be awash in it.

"Nothing?  None of that?"

He tilts his head and grins at me.  "No, the place
is.....well....clean."

"Oh good."  I hunker down in front of Jase.

"Sweetheart, I want you to go play in Pete's bedroom.  Go
through the drawers and report back."

Jase's eyes light up and he yells.  "Okay!"  He takes off,
little boy running.

I stand up and look at Pete, he's so handsome and is
standing there with a somewhat perplexed look on his face.
He looks hangdog tired but he's smiling.

I sigh.  I'm suddenly incredibly tired too.  I reach out and
place the palm of my hand against his heart, it's beating
strong and it comforts me.

I don't know how to say this, how to make him really
understand.  I looked at him and tilt my head.  "You
probably won't wanna do this but I need you," Take a breath!
"need you to live with me......with me and Jase.  I can't
live without you but I can understand why you wouldn't wanna
do that, to commit yourself to that."  I'm rambling and I'm
not making sense and I know that but I can't shut up.  I
just keep fucking talking!  "I know.....I know that you're
spending most of your home time with us and that's been
wonderful but we're probably freakin you out.  Hell we even
freak me out and I certainly couldn't blame you for not
wanting to leave a place like this because I sure as shit
woul........."  He didn't let me keep rambling.  He shut me
up with another kiss......a kiss and a tongue down my
throat.  Geez, he's got a long tongue!

Pete's body is pressed to mine pushing me back against the
counter and his face, now that we broke the kiss is pressed
to mine.  He speaks very quietly in my ear.

"You're fucking nuts you know."  Shouldn't doctors say like
maybe, fornicate, instead of fuck?

I nod yes, my cheek rubbing against his neck.  I answer just
as quietly but I feel calmer now.  "I know.  I'm not usually
this stupid."  A lie.  "It's just that where you're
concerned it's like things get kinda short circuited in my
brain."  His arms are around me and they feel warm and good.
I can feel him breathing.

He turns his head and looks around.  "I'm gonna lease this
place out.  No point in selling it the way property values
are going up around here."

I pull back in a panic and search his face.  "You're not
leaving town because of what I said?"  This is really my mom
and dad's fault.  They made me this nuts.  "You don't have
to move in!"

He wraps his right hand around the back of my neck.  Geez
he's got big hands.

He stares straight into my eyes and then slowly shakes his
head.  "Eric....nobodies going anywhere.  I'm moving in with
you and Jase......permanently.....like a family......like we
are."  He starts shaking his head again.  "How can you not
understand how much I love you?"

Good question!  "I don't know, Pete.  I was a scrawny kid
that looked like shit on my best day.  I guess that I never
got past that."

He pulls my head to his chest.  God this feels good, warm
and safe.  "You're not a scrawny kid anymore!"  He kisses
the top of my head.  "I know that I've already harped on
about how great your butt is but beyond that you're a
fantastically handsome guy."

I snuggle my head more firmly against his chest.  I guess
that I really oughta listen to what he has to say.
"Yeah....right!  You sound like my mom."

I hear Jase come pounding through the house and then he
bursts into the kitchen.  "Dad, Pete has got really cool
stuff!"  He grabs my hand to get my full attention.  "He's
got a flat screen television in his bedroom too!"  He's
pulling on me.  "Come on, Dad, you gotta SEE this stuff!"

I look back at Pete.  "That comes with you doesn't it?"
Okay, so I can be bought, big deal!

                    -----------------------------

"Honey, you're gonna give Eleanor a fuckin heart attack!"
Vintage Rose.

"Rose, if she minded her own business it wouldn't even be an
issue.  Besides she's gotta have known that Pete was on the
verge of moving in.  He was like spending every minute at my
house."

"Well, Sweetheart, is it finally official?  Has he actually
moved in?"

"Yeah, pretty much.  We carried over most of his clothes
last night.  That's when Eleanor was running from room to
room watching us.  I couldn't tell if she had a phone in her
hand but I'm sure that she was passing the info on to my
mom.  Mom called this morning.  She actually sounded happy."

"Well, Babe, she got her wish, now she doesn't have to worry
so much about you fucking things up....relationship wise."

"I won't fuck this up, Rose.  I've never felt this way
before."

Rose laughed wickedly.  "Yeah, sore!  What's he doin, porkin
you two, three times a day?"  She laughed again.  "Oh you
lucky boy!  I'm jealous!"

Oh this woman!  "I wasn't talking about sex, Rose!  Not
everything is about sex!  That's all that you think about
and by the way shouldn't you be taking medication for that
or something?"

"Honey, you mean to tell me that you're not getting any?  I
woulda thought a stud like that'd be plowin you steady."

"He is, Rose!  He's fuckin me all the time!  My god, if he
was fucking me any more I wouldn't be able to walk!"  Why am
I telling her this?  How the hell does she get me to talk
about this stuff?  Geez she's a dirty old lady!

"And how is Jase handling all this?  He doesn't resent
having an extra dad, does he?"

"No, Jase likes Pete better than he likes me."  But I'm
still his dad!

"What's he think about his dad sleeping with another guy?
Can't be that anything prepared him for that."

"I know, Rose and believe me that I've thought about all of
that.  It's not just his dad sleeping with another guy but
also the whole occasional nakedness thing but he just seems
to ignore it.  But then we've been goin to the gym together
for a year or so and he sees naked guys there and it doesn't
seem to faze him.  Still, he sees us kissing and stuff, not
that we make like a public display of it or anything but he
does see it but if it bothers him he doesn't show any sign
of it."

"Darling, you think that you're gonna survive this evening?"

"Oh, you heard about us taking mom and dad out to dinner?"

"Yep, you goin to Mary Chang's new place?"

"Yep, it's supposed to be great.  She and I were in high
school together, we were pretty good friends, still are.
She seemed to adjust to the whole gay thing pretty well, she
probably knew that I was gay before I did."

"Honey, everybody knew that you were gay before you did!"

"You know, Rose, you have a very cruel streak in your
nature."

"Who's gonna watch Jase for you tonight, or are you taking
him with you?"

"He's coming!  Jase is my insulation.  He guarantees that my
mother won't kill us all, which, believe me, is always a
consideration."

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Pete is wearing tan light wool slacks and a dark blue shirt.
The blue of the shirt really accentuates the blue of his
eyes and they seem to be incandescent, almost electric.
I've got my new Dockers on and a red Polo shirt.  Pete comes
up to me and straightens my collar.  While he's in the
neighborhood he bends down and kisses me.

He drapes his arms over my shoulders and pulls my face close
to his, when he talks his lips are brushing against mine.
"You look really handsome."  Now that he pretty much
committed himself to me, us, he's kinda gotta say stuff like
that.  I want to just bury my face against his chest and
have him hold me for the rest of the night.  But there's no
way that that's gonna happen.

"It's not too late.  You could still have an emergency at
the hospital."  This is Friday night and the possibility of
his being called to the hospital is real as are the phone
calls that he'll receive this evening from patients,
pharmacists and nurses at the hospital.  You can't tell by
watching him whether or not all of these intrusions bother
him, he smiles and goes on like they didn't happen.
Tomorrow at least he'll be able, probably, to stay home, no
office hours and only the phone to interrupt him.  Tomorrow
we'll stay in bed until maybe nine, sending Jase to watch
television and we'll make love, slowly, completely, with the
door locked.

He tightens his grip on me.  "Nothing bad is gonna happen.
We'll buy your mom and dad dinner, dodge as many questions
as possible and be back here as early as possible."  He runs
his fingertips lightly over my eyes.

"Thank god for Jase!  He's our ticket out.  Can't keep a
little boy up too late."  I hope that this kid doesn't grow
up and ask me to explain all this."

                    ------------------------------------

Mary Chang met us wearing a Chinese red cheongsam and a six-
carat diamond solitaire
on her left hand.  The Chang family was very good at
managing restaurants and even better at managing money.

She strode forward, the high slit in her dress showing a
well-formed leg, reaching out she took both of my hands in
hers and presented her cheek to be kissed.

"Eric, I have sooooo missed you!"  I opened my mouth to
speak but she had already turned towards Pete.  "You
muuuusst be Pete."  Damn that Rose!

Jason touched her arm.  "I'm Jason!"  Nobody will ever
accuse Jase of being shy.

Mary hunkered down in front of Jase.  No small trick with
the high spike heels she was wearing.  "Oh, Sweetheart!
It's so wonderful to meet you.  I went to high school with
your mother."
+
"You knew my mom?"  Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt,
guilt!

Mary's jet black hair drops forward and she sweeps it out of
the way with a red lacquered fingernail.  She nods.  "We
used to eat lunch together every day, in the cafeteria."
Reaching forward she touches Jase's face lightly.  "You
weren't born then.  You're mom wasn't even married then but
she knew that she wanted you, wanted a little boy just like
you."  Jase is staring at her entranced.  I can feel a smile
frozen to my face.

Thank god my mother came hurrying towards us.  I never
thought that I'd be this happy to see her and I really
shouldn't be because Mary was just telling Jase about his
mom and that shouldn't be a big deal worry thing but I guess
that it is.  Guilt.

Mom actually looks great!  Weird, I usually, like always,
see her in an apron, cooking but now she's actually dressed
up like a normal person and she looks good.  Thanks to Miss
Clairol her hair is a pretty auburn color and is carefully
styled, she's wearing a beige suit with a gold blouse.

She stops four feet away.  "Doctor O'Connor!"  Oh lord!  "I
aaammm sooooo happy to meet you!"  She clasps her hands
together in delight and then moves forward and takes Pete by
the arm, totally ignoring me, Jase and Mary.  She gonna end
up liking him better than me, I can see it all now.  Mary
stands up and gives me an eye roll.  She's known my mom for
a long time.

After his talk with Mary, Jase grabs my hand with a vice
like grip.  Looking down at him I get the feeling that he'd
really like to be picked up and held but I know that given
where we're at that would embarrass him so I just ruffle his
hair and pull him against my side for a moment in a guy hug.
Mom is already twenty feet ahead of us pulling Pete along.