Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 20:00:03 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 21

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From Chapter 20:
"I have no taste!  I hope that you know what these are
suppose to look like."  Yeah, like he didn't know that I
have no taste.  On the other hand I don't want him to think
that I'm detached from the whole thing.  "It's just that if
you leave it up to me I'll ruin it.  We'll end up with
bright yellow paper and tomato red printing and it'll have a
drawing of a guy in coveralls and a straw hat screaming,
"Y'all Come!"  I was beginning to get panicky.

Pete pulled me tighter and kissed the side of my neck again.
"It's okay, Eric, calm down, this is gonna be a real easy
thing.  You'll see, picking out the invitations is nothing,
twenty minutes tops.  Just relax, Baby."

I twisted in his arms are bodies rubbing together as I
turned to face him.  I wrapped my arms tight around his neck
and kissed him, one of those really deep, whose tongue
belongs to who kisses.  I spoke softly.  "Don't let me drive
you crazy.  I have a way of doing that."


                    The Good Doctor 21

At three o'clock in the morning Pete got a call from the
hospital.  He whispered.  "Babe, I gotta go!" My hand fell
from his warm body as he slid out of bed, dressed quickly
and hurried to a cold car.  I rolled over and went back to
sleep.......for twenty minutes anyway.

I can't sleep without him.  How did that happen?  I tossed
and turned and finally around four o'clock, I got up and
showered.  The house feels so empty when Pete is gone and
Jase is still asleep.  I could wake him up.  I could tell
him that it's later, he wouldn't know.  No! I can't do that!
I sat at the kitchen table and finally laid my head on my
crossed arms and fell asleep.

I open my eyes.  Jase's chin is resting on his hands and his
black hair is all messed up.  He's staring at me.

"Whatcha doin, Dad?  How come you're sleepin in the
kitchen?"

I yawned.  "Waitin for you to get up."  I reach across the
table and touch his nose with the tip of my finger.

He looks at me oddly  "Me?"

I yawn, lean back and stretch and then stare for moment at
my little boy.  I'm totally tired.  I hold out my arms to
him and he scurries around the table and climbs onto my lap.
God I love him!  "Yep youuuuuuu."  I bury my face in the
crook of his neck and he giggles.  I lift my head and smell
his hair, it moves like downy feathers across my face.  He
feels thin and warm in my arms.  A little dynamo, the life
force is glowing, incandescent.

I whisper in his ear.  "Should we make breakfast, Kiddo?"
We're dressed in regulation breakfast making underwear, mine
are blue boxers and Jase's are bright red briefs.  I don't
want to ever let him go.

"Yeah, Dad, let's make breakfast."  He jumps down from my
lap and runs to get the bread for toast.  As he's putting
the bread into the toaster he asks me.  "How come you call
me Kiddo, Dad?"

I'm getting the eggs and heating the frying pan.  "I dunno.
Well...maybe it's cause my dad used to call me Kiddo.
Funny.....he doesn't do that anymore but he used to, when I
was a kid.  Maybe that's it, kid equals kiddo or......I
dunno, maybe not.  Seems to me that it's an Irish
expression."

"Did you like it when Grandpa called you Kiddo?"

I sprayed the bottom of the frying pan and started cracking
eggs into it.  "Yeah...I guess that I did, Jase.  I guess
that it made me feel closer to him in a way, although I
don't know why it would but yeah I think that it did.  Why,
don't you like it when I call you Kiddo?"

He didn't look at me but concentrated on the toaster.
"Yeah, Dad, I like it a lot when you call me Kiddo."  His
voice got softer.  "It makes me feel good."  Little kids are
so honest, it's all right there on the surface.

We glanced at each other quickly and suddenly we both
smiled.  I walked over to Jase and kiss his forehead.  My
right hand gently cups the side of his head.  "I love you
more than anything you know."

"I love you too, Dad!  More than anything!"

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

"Rose, I still don't see why you're so down.  You've been
whining all morning, you're getting me depressed."

"Sweetie, I've got two fucking winding machines down!  That
means that a hundred people are sitting in my factory
talking about the television shows that they watched last
night."

"So where's your maintenance guys?"

"Who the fuck knows?  Probably doin each other in the back
seat of my car."

"Get pictures!"

"Honey, the one thing that you don't need is more
inspiration.  How are you coming with the commitment
ceremony?"

"Well, I guess that I'm not really sure but pretty good I
think."

"Eric, you sound like you work for the government.  Could
you be a little more specific?"

"Well my mom is handling all the eating and entertaining
stuff and Pete is.......well, I dunno, he's talking to my
mom about all that stuff."

"And you're what?  Standing around looking pretty!"

"No, Rose!  I'm involved in the whole thing!  Pete is
bringing home catalogs tonight so that we can pick out
invitations.   You make it sound like I'm not involved, like
I don't care."  This woman pushes all the buttons!  But I
finally decide that I feel sorrier for her than I am pissed
at her and she is a good customer.

"Are these the winding machines my dad sold you like right
after the First World War?"

"The very ones, Sweetie!  And, as I recall, your dad told me
that they'd never break down."

"Rose!  I'm thinking that my dad probably figured that you
be buying something updated before the century ended."  She
started to speak but I cut her off.  "Okay, okay, Rose.  The
thing is that Aaron, the guy that does some of my repair
could probably fix those if you REALLY don't have a
maintenance guy."

"Well, Eric, the fact of the matter is that one of my guys
is on his honeymoon, which by the way is ludicrous
considering how long those two have been shacking up
together and the other one is down with the flu.  So if you
think your guy can help send him on over.  But for God's
sake do it fast!"  I was writing out a note to Ellen and
waved her in while I was still talking to Rose.

"Okay, calm down, Rose.  Ellen is taking a note out to Aaron
now.  Give em like thirty minutes.  You sure you don't have
those guys tied up in your office so that they can be used
as sexual playthings?"

"Honey, I get palpations looking at the pictures in Time
magazine!  A sexual plaything would put me into cardiac
care."

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

I'm warming up Chicken Scarpariello in the microwave and
beginning to saut‚ blocks of cold Polenta as my very tired
doctor/boyfriend drags himself in through the door from the
garage.

I smile at him and lift a questioning eyebrow.  "Everything
okay?"

Pete drops his briefcase and walks over to me and wraps his
arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my
shoulder.  "Fuck I'm tired!"  He never swears!  Well, hardly
ever.  He glances towards the microwave.  "Geez that smells
good!"

I smile as he nuzzles my neck.  "Just one minor creation
from Helen Cortland's World of Italian Cooking."

This is always a little touchy but I gotta ask.  "So
everything go okay this morning, the emergency thingy?"

Somehow I can feel him closing his eyes tightly. He sighs
very softly and I can feel his belt buckle pressing into my
lower back as he tightens his arms gently around me.  "Tough
pregnancy, tough birth."  He kissed the side of my neck.
"Where's Jase?"  Jase heals everyone.  It's funny because I
do the same thing.  Anytime my day was been total shit the
person I need to connect with is Jase.  It's like he makes
it okay.

"He's with my mom.  Actually they should be here any moment.
This was her day to pick him up."  She's different with
Jase, different than she is with me, more tolerant.  And
amazingly she does understand that I want to raise Jase the
way that I want to raise him and she seems to respect that,
well, to a degree.

Pete turns me around and kisses me on the mouth and then
moves his tongue in to play with mine.  I pull back and then
kiss his chin.  Pete says.  "Tonight....I just want a quiet
evening with you and Jase."  That's the kinda night that we
always have and I give him an odd look. He smiles
lopsidedly.  "I wanna lay on the sofa with my head in your
lap."  His day must really have been a bitch but he'll tell
me about it when he ready.  Anyway I like it when he's like
this, I love comforting him.

His right hand comes up and brushes my hair off of my
forehead and he kisses me again.
"God, I love you!"  He's like continually kissing me, like
he can't get enough of little ole me.  His day really must
have been a bitch.

He starts chewing the side of my neck and I'm on the verge
of shooting into my blue boxers when I hear my mother's car
door slam.  Fuck!

I pull away from Pete very reluctantly.  "I love you too,
Babe but the cops just pulled up."

"Oooohhhh!"  He groans and pulls me quickly back to him and
kisses me.  Damn he's strong!  "Later...I really need you."
I don't think that he means sex necessarily but maybe.

Jase bursts into the house with a very tired looking
grandmother right behind him.  He barrels into Pete with his
arms raised.  "Up, Pete!"  Pete scoops him up and for the
first time since he got home he looks genuinely relaxed.

Jase has got his legs wrapped around Pete's waist and he's
leaning back with no sense of fear that he might be allowed
to fall.

Pete asks him.  "So young man, how did you spend your day?"

"We went shopping, Pete!"  My mother is leaning against the
counter with her shopping bags lying dropped at her feet.

She waves a hand in my general direction.  "Your son is
gonna kill me!  I told him, I said Jason, stay with Grandma!
You think he did that?  He was up, he was down, he was on
the escalator, he was hiding."  She looked at me and shook
her head.  "He gets this from you!  This is exactly what you
did when you were his age."  She shrugs.  "For that matter
it's practically what you do today."

Mom shrugs greatly and pushes off from the counter.  "I'm
going home.  I need the rest.  Cooking for your father is a
walk in the park compared to this."  She shakes her head
slowly all the way out to her car.

I walk over to where Jase is being held in Pete's arms and
kiss him.  "So you had a great time with Grandma?"  He paid
no attention whatever to what we adults were saying.

"Yeah, Dad!  We did all kinds a stuff!"

"Did Grandma have a good time?"

Jase nods.  "She said that she has the best time with me!
We had treats!"

"Did Grandma get tired?  You know sometimes you wear her
out."

Jase shook his head slowly.  "Nope, Grandma's strong!  She
beat me to the toy store!  We had a race."

I looked at Pete and slowly raised an eyebrow.  "I rest my
case, she's psycho."

Pete kissed Jase's forehead and lowered him to the floor.
"Inconclusive!  People often exaggerate.  Aaaaaannndd, in
you mom's mind maybe it seemed like it was the way that she
described it."  Jase had taken off for the family and the tv
so Pete pulled me to him and kissed me again.  "She loves
you.  Like me."  I lean my head against his chest, his pecs
are solid, like the rest of him, he's a solid guy.  I want
to fuck him, I've been thinking about it all day but I don't
tell him that.  I know that it's not really his favorite
thing but I'm certain that if I can just get him to relax
with it a little more than previously we can make this work.

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

Jase was lying flat on his stomach with his head propped up
in his hands soaking up electrons in front of the
television.  He might as well be on another planet, he's
probably being turned into something from another planet by
all those electrons but he seems to like it.

Pete is also lying on his stomach but he's on the sofa and
his head is in my lap.  He's changed clothes and is in jeans
and a tee shirt.  Pete's right arm is around my back and his
left hand is on my knee.  He's watching television in kind
of an off again on again way and often he's twisting his
head around to talk to me.  Every time that he turns his
head his blond hair feathers out against my pants.  His
jeans are old, faded and soft and are kinda riding up his
butt.  Most of the time when he comes home from work he hops
in the shower and then just slips into these old jeans, no
underwear.  Coooomandoooo!  The sight of it and my thinking
about it are making me hard and I figure that at any moment
he's gonna become aware of that but it never seems to
happen.  With my left hand I'm lightly rubbing his back and
like always I'm surprised by how much muscle is there.

"I get to touch you."  Did I actually say that?

"Huh?" He twists his head around and gives me a questioning
look.

I feel stupid.  "Ahhhhh, you get to touch me too!"  How did
I get into this?  "I mean it just hit me that we kinda
physically belong to each other.  Like we can touch each
other any time that we want to, it's not like you can do
that with a stranger....usually.  I already knew that but I
guess that somehow I hadn't really spelled it out in my
mind.  I don't think that I really meant to say it though.
It just kinda came out."  He's probably wondering where is
car keys are.  God I'm an idiot!

I lower my voice to the point where I'm positive that Jase
won't hear me.  "It's like at night when you hold my balls
while we're going to sleep.  I like that.  I like it that
you feel that you can do that, that because we're a couple
and you've got that right, it makes me feel......safe."  I
sigh.  "Am I making any fucking sense?"

There's a smile in his voice.  "Yep, I think so."  His left
hand slides up my leg until his fingers wrap around my
hardon.  Oh my!

At about eight-thirty Jase has gone from lying with his head
propped on his hands to lying there spread-eagle with his
head turned to the side.  He's out cold.  Little boy tired.

Pete and I get up and carry Jase to his bedroom.  Nothing
really wakes him up when he's like this, even if he starts
talking he's still asleep.  We take off his pants and sweat
shirt and put him to bed in just his underwear.  He's
flopping around like we're undressing a rag doll.  It won't
kill him not to wear his pajamas for one night, although my
mother would probably disagree.

In our room I flip the lock on the door and we undress.  The
first player to make an appearance is my hardon, which has
been waiting in the wings all evening.  The thing about a
hardon is that it's either there or not and it's meaning is
very clear.

Pete has been watching me and smiling ever since we started
undressing.

He walks over to me and wraps my dick in his fingers.  He's
still smiling and his cock is poking me in the abdomen.  "I
do know what you want to do with that you know."  His face
is brushing mine our breath is intermingling.

"Yeah?"  He kisses me and jerks my cock a little.

He whispers.  "Wait here for second."  He walks over to the
bed and pulls back the covers.  His body is glowing from the
soft light thrown by the bedside lamps.  His back is a V of
muscle, his legs and butt strong and lean.  Without looking
back at me he lies down on the bed on his stomach his face
turned to the right, his right leg slightly bent his eyes
shut and a small smile on his face.  Finally he opens one
eye and says.  "Now would be a good time."

Oooooh my!