Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2004 20:07:10 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 19

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From Chapter 18:

I look up and smile at Pete and say to Jase.  "You look very
nice.  You goin to bed or....I look at my watch.  You got
like twenty minutes that you can still watch television."

He screams.  "TV, Dad!"  He pulls us both to the family room
and gets Pete and I to sit next each other while he climbs
up and sprawls over both of us.  I glance at Pete and notice
that he's got like this weird look on his face, like a
really emotional look but I can't for the life of me figure
out why.  He sees me looking and I lift one eyebrow in an
unspoken question.  He shakes his head which either means
that he doesn't want to talk about it, it isn't anything to
begin with, he doesn't want to talk about it in front of
Jase or god only know what the fuck else.

Finally Jase skips off to the safety of Alan's big green
paws and I turn to Pete.
"You okay?"

                         Chapter 19

Pete takes a deep breath and then lays his head against the
back of the sofa and stares for a moment at the ceiling.

"I had a patient ask me about us today.  Well.......he
didn't really know that we were an us he had just seen us
together at the mall and he asked me about you, asked if you
were a doctor too."

Uh oh, this can't be good.  "He thought that I was a
doctor?"  Nobody had EVER made that mistake before.  My god,
a doctor of what?

Pete smiled and then wrapped his arm around my head and
pulled it to his shoulder.  He laughed.  "I didn't know what
to tell him.  I mean should I tell him that I'm gay and that
you're my lover?  Should I just let him believe that you're
a straight buddy, a casual friend?  For a minute I was like
frozen, you know, all the old, don't tell anyone that you're
gay crap was running through my head........and then I
thought of Jase....how he hugs me really hard before he goes
to bed each night and I thought how crazy this was.....how
crazy that I was even thinking about pretending that this
didn't exist....that this wasn't the most important thing in
my life."

Pete reached over with his left hand and pulled my legs up
onto the sofa and simultaneously stretched out next to me
with his left leg between my legs and the side of his face
resting lightly on my left shoulder.  His left hand was
gently cradling the right side of my face, he spoke softly
with a husky intimacy.

"I want us to do something.....I dunno.....ahhhhhh, public I
guess.  Would that freak you out?"

"Public?"  I lifted my head and whispered.  "You mean like
sex?"  Okay, so it takes me a minute to catch the drift.

Pete closed his eyes and groaned.  "Eric, I think that your
office in the warehouse is probably about as public as we
need to get.....well.....unless maybe we go camping or
something."  Camping?  "No, what I meant was.....well.....I
know that we've only been together for a few months but we
both know how we feel about each other and I think that we
should make it official, or at least public."  He lifted his
head and looked down at me.  "So whadya think?  More than
you wanna get into?  Am I being pushy?"  He stared at me for
a while.  "Eric?  Whadya think?"

"You mean like a commitment ceremony?  Yeah, that'd be
good."  I rolled slightly towards him and buried my face in
his neck.  "What kind of a camping trip were you thinking
about?  I mean where would we go where it would still be a
camping trip and still be somehow public?"  Okay so this is
like a semi-sick fantasy of mine.

Pete slid his mouth over my face until our lips met and his
tongue pushed into my mouth.  Commitment.  Commitment!
Commitment?

I broke the kiss.  "Where would we do it?"

Pete smiled at me.  "We talking camping sex or commitment
ceremony?"

"Commitment.  It seems like we got three choices if we're
thinking of an at home kinda thingy.  Either we do it here,
at your mom's or at my parent's house.  If we do it at my
mom's we got a nutcase on our hands and if we do it at your
mom's we end up with the same nutcase just moved to a
different location."

"Eric, you're being unfair.  I've never seen your mother
behave like that."

"Yeah, I know.  She still wants to make a good impression on
you.  Believe me, in a year or so she's gonna be telling you
how to treat your patients.  But the lunches will be great."
I disentangled our legs and straddled his hips while my head
was lying on his chest and his cock was getting hard under
my butt.

Pete put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed the top
of my head.  "So you're okay with this?"

 So am I?  How the fuck do I know!  I do know that I love
him and not just some kinda half-assed love but the total
real thing.  The thing is that there are some things that
you gotta be ready for even when you're maybe not totally
sure.  Some things you just have to say, "Sure I can do
that!", even when you're not really positive.  And that's
not even taking into consideration the whole Jase thing.
Cause it's like I'm saying yes for him too and it's a
decision that he's gotta live with for a long time.

I lift my head and look into his eyes.  There's no deceit in
those eyes, there's kindness, intelligence and something
more, what my Grandpa Corsini used to call a standup guy.
That's the best description of Pete, a standup guy.  Not to
mention that something else would be standing straight up if
I wasn't sitting on it.

I smile down at him.  "Yep."

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

I finish my laps and swim over to where Jase is sitting at
the edge of the pool with his feet in the water.  "How many,
Kiddo?"

Jase holds up his fingers but they bear no relation to the
figure he gives me.  "I think fifteen, Dad."  That sounds
about right.  "Can I swim now, Dad?"

I hold out my arms and Jase takes a firm hold of my hands
and then jumps in and wraps his arms around my neck and lies
against my chest as I swim backwards.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Dad."  The water is like warm silk and swirls around
us.  His black hair is plastered to his head and he's
blinking away the water.

"Wanna try swimming on your own?"

"Okay."  He looks worried.  "You're not gonna just let go of
me are ya?"

"Nope, my arms will be pretty much around you all the time
but just enough so that you don't sink.  If you can swim on
your own that'd be best though."

I gently pulled Jase's arms from around my neck and
positioned him so that both of my arms were under his
outstretched body as he began trying to swim.  Of course I
don't know what I'm doing!  This is just the way that my dad
did it with me.

There's not all that many things that I'm really good at but
swimming is one of them.  I swim backwards under Jase and
ahead of him.  He seems to feel freer and if he sinks he'll
just land on me.  We make it about half of the length of the
pool and then Jase is getting that, I'm worn out get me the
hell outta here, look on his face and I scoop him up and
walk to the end of the pool and climb out with him in my
arms.

He's breathing strongly and I whisper in his ear.  "You did
good, Kiddo!"

"I did, Dad, didn't I?  I was swimming, Dad!"  Jase is so
mine right now, I mean at this age.  I know that he won't
stay this way and that makes this time with him all the more
important.

We shower together and wash off the chlorine.  I dry him off
and comb his hair.  The other guys at the gym keep coming
over to say what a nice boy he is and how much he looks like
me.

In the car Jase throws his arms around my neck and tells me
that he loves me.  It's one of those little boy declarations
that appear suddenly for no apparent reason except the joy
of being alive.  I pull him against me and kiss the side of
his head.

"I love you too, Kiddo."  I want to talk to him about the
commitment ceremony.  I want to know how he feels about it,
how he feels about Pete and I in general and if he wants to
be a part of it.

"Soooooo, Jase."  I ruffle his hair.  "You know how much I
like Pete don't ya?"  He knows nothing of non-sequitors and
I add quickly.  "Well, you like him too.  You told me that,
right?"

"Yeah, Dad, I like Pete a lot!"

"Well, the thing is, Jase, that I like Pete in kinda a
special adult way."  Then quickly.  "He likes me too......in
that way."  We're still in the parking lot of the gym and I
finally put the key in the ignition.  "And the thing is that
when you like somebody like that you want everyone to
know.......well, at least your family and your friends."

Jase has gotten a kinda worried look on his face and says.
"Do you still like me, Dad?"

I pull Jase over to me so that he's sitting on my lap.  I
run my fingers through his hair and stare into his eyes.
"You're my son......my little boy.  I love you more than
anything, more than anyone, more than myself.  That won't
ever, ever change, Jase.  No matter what happens between
Pete and me or between me and anyone, the one thing that
won't ever change is how much I love you.  Understand?"

Jase nod solemnly.  "Does Pete like me too?"  He likes to
cover all bases.

"Jase, Pete loves you!  He loves you just like you were his
own little boy.  That why we want you to be part of
this.....well, this kinda party that we're gonna give.  It's
just a thing where we tell everybody how much we like each
other and then we get to eat a really good dinner."  I can't
help it.  I'm Italian and food is really a big deal to me.

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

My dad has a den, or, well, an office, you maybe could even
call it a library.  Anyway the totally cool thing about it
is that my mom never, absolutely never, goes in there.  This
all came about because of her wildass cleaning of the office
twenty years ago when she not only cleaned it but tossed out
a lotta things that looked like crap to her but that my dad
treasured.  The result?  A sanctuary.  A mom free zone!
Apparently there was a knock down battle with threats of
divorce flying.  Mom now treats this room like it no longer
exists in her house.

My dad is sitting in his ratty old recliner that's
surrounded by a spreading pool of old and older Field &
Stream magazines.  The walls are lined with bookshelves
filled with every conceivable type of book and dozens upon
dozens of little things that have meaning only for my dad
and, well, maybe me.  Things like the lure that he caught
his nineteen-pound Northern Pike on, and the ticket stubs
from the first ball game that he took me to.  If I leave
Jase anything I want it to be this room.  Nothing else in
the world will tell him more about his Grandfather than this
room.

"You look good, Dad."  Geez, he looks like crap!

He looks at me for a moment, raises one eyebrow and smiles.
"Thanks, Son.  The doc says that I'm doin fine.......all
things considered."

There's an old leather side chair next to his desk and I
pull it over I close as I can get to his recliner without
having to kick aside magazines.

"You walkin okay, Dad?"

"As long as I take my pills."  He's got a drill bit in his
hand and he's turning it over and over.  "They seem to
help."  His glasses are down near the end of his nose and
he's looking at me over them.

Sometimes my dad is really easy to talk to and we just fall
into this rhythm of conversation and it's really great but
other times, like now, it's like I'm dragging every word out
of him.  He knows somehow that I'm here to talk about
something that he doesn't want to hear or at least that he
doesn't want to have to discuss.  Why is it that I always
feel like I'm ten years old when I'm around him?

"Dad....." But he interrupts me.

"Your mother told me about the ceremony."  That drill bit
just keeps turning in his hand.

Oh!  Is this good or bad?  Maybe it's that he's so
English/Irish and I take sooooo after the Italian side of
the family, it's like there's this gulf.  It's not that he
doesn't love me because I absolutely know that he does and I
love him but well it's like I want, even need, to be
physical, to touch and that's something that Dad's not good
at.  With Jase, even if I'm mad at him and telling him that
he's done something wrong, I'm always touching him, holding
him, letting him know by my physical touch that I'm there
for him.

"Ma did?"  How the hell does she know?  I purposely didn't
talk to her about this because I wanted to talk to Dad
first.  She's probably got the freakin house bugged!

I gave a short laugh.  "I'm surprised.......surprised that
she even knew."  I was chewing on my thumbnail.  He was
smiling.

"Jason......he's an innocent, at least when it comes to your
mother's questioning."  Shit!  It's not like I can tell him
not to talk to his grandmother.

"Ahhhhhhhhh so," I inhaled deeply, "how do you feel about
it?"  I don't like the way that this is going at all.

"Well, at first I thought that it was a bad idea."  He saw
the look that I must have had on my face and hurried on.
"Now calm down, I said that was what I thought at first but
the more I thought about that the more that I realized that
what I really had bouncing around in my brain was the
thought that maybe you would still turn out to be straight
and I didn't want you to jump into anything that might stop
that.  Dumb, huh?"

I was beginning to get aggravated.  "I'm not straight, Dad!"

He waved me down into my chair.  "Calm down, Eric, I know.
And though you may not totally believe me, it's fine with me
that you aren't.  That is after all, who you are.  The
problem here has never been who or what you are.  The
problem has been with my thinking on it."

"Really?"  I didn't expect this.  He's not normally like
this.  Normally I'm to blame.....for something.

"Course you're gonna go to hell.....but....I guess there's
not much that we can do about that now."

"Dad!!!!"  He's laughing.  Laughing!

"Kidding, Eric!  Good Lord, Son, you got no sense of humor
at all."  Stroke?  Heart attack?  Stroke?  Heart attack?

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

"They're all crazy!"

Pete pushed my hair off of my forehead and kissed me.  "I'll
take care of you, Babe."  He moved his right leg up between
my legs until my balls are resting gently on his upper leg.
We were lying in bed and turned towards each other, his
right hand was moving steadily over my body, light touches,
reassuring.

"I mean she's nuts in her way and he's nuts in his way and
they're both nuts in different ways.  A person doesn't know
which way to turn."  I push my forehead against his shoulder
and he licks the side of my neck.  Ummmmmm.  We've had sex
so many times this week that my cock hurts and my butt feels
like it's.......well.....gotten a lot of attention.

Pete pulls me close and then rolls slowly onto his back
pulling me along and I curl up with my head on his chest and
his left arm around my shoulders.  He kisses the top of my
head.  "You can always turn to me."

"My mom wants to cook for the commitment ceremony.  She
wants us to have it here.  God only knows what she's
planning!"

Pete's thumb is gently rubbing the back of my neck.
"Well.....is there gonna be that many people to cook for?  I
mean I guess that I hadn't thought about it."

"There's your mom and dad and my mom and dad and, of course,
Jase."  I moved my left leg over Pete's right.  "But......I
mean the thing is, if you're gonna have this ceremony it
seems to me the whole point of it is to let as many of your
friends and associates know as possible.  Like the people at
your clinic, shouldn't they know, shouldn't they be
invited?"  God!  Did this mean the people from my office
too?  I mean they know that I'm gay and they know that Pete
and I are lovers; it's just that who the hell wants to see
em when you don't have to.  "Have you talked to your mom
about it?"

I could hear Pete thinking.  "No........but she's gonna
wanna bring my Aunt Grace too......and maybe a few others."

Is this whole thing going to be embarrassing?  I got a
feeling that maybe it is, well......on some level anyway.
For one thing, Pete's Aunt Grace is like a society type,
something I definitely am not.  You might even say that I'm
an anti-society type.  Well, there is an antidote who's just
choppin at the bit.

I lift my head and look at Pete who I can't really see
anyway because it's dark.  "Pete.....why don't we just let
my mom take care of the whole thing?  She's dying to do it
and it'll make it a hell of a lot easier on us.  Besides
neither one of us has the time it'll take to do justice to
this."  One of the advantages of mom is that she has a way
of kinda molding things to the way that she likes em.

I gently thrust my cock against Pete's leg and kiss his
chin.  "Whadya think?"

Pete pulls my face to his and buries his tongue in my mouth
while he slowly rolls me over and pushes my legs apart with
his.  He murmurs into my mouth.  "Yeah, Babe.....that's
fine."