Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 20:38:49 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 25

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From chapter 24:
Pete  slowly shut the door and then locked it.  He sat  down
on the edge of the bed and smiled at me.  "Squirrelly little
fucker."

He  got up and walked over to the dresser and came back with
a framed picture of my Grandfather.  "What do you see?"

"My Grandpa."

"Describe him, the way that he looks."

I'm  confused.  "He looks very Italian, dark hair, slim.   A
handsome guy."

He  put the picture down on the bed.  "I'm in love with  you
not  just for the way that you look......but but just  based
on  that,  nothing else.....you're better looking than  him.
How  many  times  have I told you that  and  why  don't  you
believe me?"

I  tugged at him until he leaned forward and kissed me.   "I
believe you."

"I think in the past that I've also mentioned your butt."

Kiss.  "I believe you."

"You actually work for a living."

Kiss.  "I believe you."

"I like your kid."

Kiss.  "I believe you."


                    The Good Doctor 25

"You're sure that you're okay, Dad?"  When Jase is worried
he speaks very quietly.

Jase's head with his black hair was leaning back against
Alan's the bear's emerald green stomach.  I was kneeling on
one side of Jase's bed and Pete was on the other side.

I reached out and touched his hair.  "I'm okay, Jase.  It
was just one of those freaky things that sometimes happens."
He looked skeptical.  "Really, Kiddo, I'm okay.  Ask the doc
here."  Pete's head was lying on his crossed arms on the
edge of Jase's bed as he watched Jase.

Pete sat up and reached over and took Jase's hand.  His
voice was soft but confident.  "Were you scared when your
dad passed out, Jase?"

Jase nodded yes.  "I thought that maybe he was dead like the
people on the television and mommy."  Oh my God I never
thought of that.  I never thought that he was thinking that.

Pete leaned his elbows on Jase's bed but never let go of his
hand.  "Jase, do you understand that this is over now and
that your dad is okay?"

Jase looked from me to Pete and then barely whispered.
"What if it happens again?  What if it happens when you're
not around and he dies?"

I wanted to wrap him up in my arms, to hold him safe but I
knew that that might only make this worse.

Pete bent his head and kissed Jase's fingers.  "That's not
gonna happen, Baby.  That only happens to people who are
really really sick and your dad isn't sick.  It happens to
people who have bad hearts but your dad's heart is really
strong."  Pete let go of Jase's hand and stood up.  "I'll be
right back, Jase and I'll prove to you that your dad is
okay."

Pete left the room and I leaned over the bed and kissed
Jase.  "Sweetheart, I'm okay!  I'm not going to die!"

"Daddy, you looked like you were dead."  Oh crap!  He used
the "D" word this is serious.

Pete walked back into the room with a stethoscope in his
hand.  "Okay, Buddy, you and I are gonna check your dad
out."  He looked at me.  "Up on the bed, Eric."  Jase
giggled as I climbed on the bed and sat there with my legs
crossed.

Pete gently put the stethoscope on Jase and then sat on the
bed next to me.  He spoke to Jase.  "Okay, Kiddo, now come
over here and listen to my heart and then you can listen to
your dad's heart."

Jase became really animated.  "Wow!  This is so cool!"  Then
to Pete.  "What am I suppose to do?"

"Okay, Jase, I'm gonna put the this over my heart so that
you can listen to it." Pete lifted his tee shirt and placed
the stethoscope over his heart and Jase's eyes got wide.

Pete said.  "Do you hear the bumpa ta bumpa ta?"

Jase nodded yes.  He was entranced and I remembered the
first time that Pete let him do this.

He giggled.  "Yeah!  It sounds soooo weird!"

Pete lifted Jase's pajama top and placed the stethoscope on
his own heart.  "Does your heart sound a little bit faster?"

Jase nodded enthusiastically.  "I little bit.  Cause I'm
sick?"

"No, Jase, little boy's hearts beat faster.  When you were a
little baby your heart was even faster than now but as you
get older it slows down to about what my heart sounds like.
Now listen to your dad's."  Pete lifted my tee shirt and
Jase listened to my heart.

Jase smiled.  "It's just like yours."

"That's because your dad is healthy, Jase.  He's not sick
and you don't have to worry that he's going to pass out
again."  Pete carefully removed the stethoscope from Jase's
neck and then kissed his forehead.  "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, thanks, Pete."  He wrapped his arms around Pete's
neck and hugged him and then hugged me.  "Goodnight, you
guys."  Being hugged goodnight by a little boy can change
your perspective on the world.

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

By the time I got out of the shower and dried off Pete was
already in bed.  I knee walked over the bed to Pete and
looked down at the papers he was reading.  "What's
neurocardiogenic?  Never mind, I wouldn't understand it
anyway."

Pete turned to me looking thoughtful.  "Have you ever passed
out before?"

I told him about camp.  He closed his eyes for a second and
then said.   "I don't think that that counts."

I smiled at him.  "I think that it's my prostate.  Those
little devils cause all kinds of problems."

Pete turned slowly onto his back and grinned up at me.  "I
suppose that you'd like to have that checked.....just in
case there's a problem."

I laid half on him and kissed his neck.  "You can never be
too careful."  Then a thought occurred to me. "I am okay
aren't I?  I mean I know that the dog and pony show that you
put on for Jase was to convince him but I am okay, right?"

Pete had a doctor look on his face.  "Yeah, you are.
Normally I would want you to come in for some tests but you
have no real history of fainting and God only knows that I
really really know how tense you were about this whole
thing."

That was a total relief!  "Thank God!  I was beginning to
make myself nuts again."

Pete looked seriously at me.  "There is one thing that we
probably better check."

"You said that I was okay!  What now?"

Pete rolled me over onto my back and buried his face in my
neck.  His whisper was deep and throaty.  "Can't forget to
check that prostate.  Wouldn't want that baby to quit
working."  He reached over to the nightstand for lube and
then I felt his fingers massaging in the cool familiar
fluid.

"Ooohhhhhh yeah!  Ohhh doctor!  Oh you're so good at this.
Ohhh!  If I was on the football team I'd want you to check
my prostate too."  His knees were pushing up my legs and I
pulled his cock down and positioned it.

Then in his normal concerned boyfriend voice.  "You okay?
Ready?"

The thing is, one of the many reasons that I love Pete is
that he actually cares if I'm ready.

The lamp on Pete's nightstand is on and it throws just
enough light to illuminate the left side of his body as he
begins to move into me.  His hands are holding my legs and
the muscles in his upper body are tensed and standing out
boldly.  He opens his mouth and makes a silent "Ohhh" as he
pushes slowly into me.  I reach up and gently play with his
nipples and he gasps and then laughs.

He gives me a strained grin.  "Careful with those, this
could end sooner than either of us wants."  Finally he's all
the way in and he leans forward and kisses me.  This is
perfect heaven, being fucked and kissed by the man you love.

Every woman that I've ever discussed fucking with, not that
there've been many and also excluding Rose, seems to feel
that fucking is or should be an expression of love.  I'm not
sure that I necessarily agree.  For instance with Pete, I
love him and love being fucked by him but I don't think that
the two things are automatically connected, it's more that
sometimes they coincide.  Kissing, if it's done right, seems
to me to be the more intimate thing.  Like when he walks by
me in the kitchen or someplace and just leans in and kisses
the side of my neck and says, "I love you."  It's like he
didn't have to do that but he went out of his way to do it
and those are the moments that I keep thinking about.

Pete developed a rhythm of four or five short punchy strokes
followed by a couple of almost all the way out and all the
way back in strokes and with his strength he was able to
control exactly what his cock was hitting.  Geez, I felt so
freakin open that I could give fucking birth and decided it
was time to add to his fun.  I clamped down hard on his cock
or at least as hard as I could and his head flew back and he
gasped.  "Annnnggg!"

He leaned forward again and took my head in his hands but
never stopped slow rhythmic fucking.  Geez he's got huge
hands.  He kissed me slowly with quite a bit of tongue work.

His breath is on my face and his voice is a whisper.  "I
meant all that stuff today."  A drop of sweat fell from his
face onto my lips.  I licked it up.  I wanted to lick his
face but he already thinks that I'm nuts.

I pull his head down to me and kiss him again.  "I know.  Me
too.  Ohh fuck I'm gonna cum."  I haven't even touched my
cock....much.

Pete leans back, says, "Go for it!" and starts slamming hard
into me.

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

I come back from the bathroom with a damp towel and clean
Pete up.  He likes this and so do I.  There's something
interesting about handling and cleaning the now soft cock
that minutes before was the center of my world.  Odd, it
doesn't look dangerous now.

When I'm done I slip on my underwear and toss him his.

He lifts a questioning eyebrow.  I tell him.  "We're gonna
have company tonight."

He pulls on his underwear.  "You think?"

I climb up onto the bed and drop into Pete's arms.  "He's
just five......well, almost six.  His mom dying had to be
what, scary?  More like terrifying and now the thought, no
matter how incorrect, that his dad might die.  Yeah he'll be
in here."

"You don't think that I convinced him?"

I smiled up at him.  "Kids tell you what they think that you
want to hear.  He may believe it to some degree maybe even
like ninety percent but I'm betting that he's still
worried."

Pete kissed the side of my head.  "So how do we convince
him?"

I snuggled more deeply against him.  "Just act like it's not
a big deal.  In the end he's going to attach the same amount
of significance to it that we do.  That and make him feel
safe."  I twisted in his arms until my face was pressed
against his chest and my cock was pressed against his thigh.
I look up at him and kiss his chin.  "Did I tell you that I
love you today?"

"This morning."

I twist away from him moving to my side of the bed and then
pull him up behind me and he wraps his arms around me.  I
talk into his upper left arm, which is what my head is
resting on.

"I didn't tell you in the shower we took before the
ceremony?"  His right arm is over my body and is lightly
holding my chest.  I cover his hand with mine.

"Probably.  I was too nervous for much of anything to
register."

"Me too.....well obviously."  I yawn, I'm exhausted and I'm
drifting off.  I kiss his arm.  "Love you."

"Love you too.  Sleep tight baby."

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

I woke up about five in the morning when my hand brushed
against warm flannel.  I whispered.  "Jase?"

I could barely see him.  "I woke up, Dad."

I lifted my arm and he moved in next to me and I put my hand
on the back of his head and pressed it to my chest.  "You
okay, Buddy?"  His fingers were drumming on my chest softly.
I covered his hand with mine to stop the drumming and kissed
the top of his head.

"Yeah."  It was a sleepy reply because he was all warm and
comfy and safe and falling back asleep.  I was falling back
asleep for the same reasons.

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


Jase looked up from his eggs.  "Dad, can I have a puppy?"

Why not?  "Sure, Jase."

Two heads snap in my direction and they both say the same
thing but differently.  "Sure???"

I look up and Jase has a wildly enthusiastic look in his
eyes and Pete has a weird look in his.

"Ahhhhh what I meant Jase is that sure Pete and I will
discuss it and let you know."

"Dad you already said yes."

"Jason."

"You did say yes, Dad."

"Pete and I will discuss it.  That's the best you're
getting, Kiddo."  He feels gypped; with the right lawyer he
coulda won this.

Pete asks me.  "Did you have a dog when you were a kid?"

I laugh.  "With my mother?  She would have wrapped it in
plastic to keep stray bits of fur from landing on her
furniture."  I pause for a sip of coffee and a long look at
his eyes.  What is he thinking?  "How about you?"

Pete smiles and ducks his head and when he looks up he's got
this incredibly sexy vaguely shy look on his face.  "Yeah I
had a Weimaraner."

Jase knows an opportunity when it comes walking by.  "Did
you like your puppy?"

Pete reaches over and rubs Jase's hair and then gets up and
takes his coffee cup to the dishwasher, he's wearing white
knit boxers that are.....just incredible.  Damn he's got a
great ass.   "Oh yeah, Jase, I loved him, he was like my
best friend."

Jase goes in for the kill.  "I want a puppy too!  He can be
my friend like Pete's dog."  It's almost overkill.

Okay so who wants to be known as the puppy hater?  I look at
Pete and with Jase looking the other way I raise an eyebrow.
He caves.

He looks at Jase.  "You're sure that you want one?"

"Yes!!!  That was a given.

"And you promise that you'll help take care of him?"  This
question is a waste of breath and everyone in the room knows
it.

"I willlll!  I promise!"  Could there be any other answer.

Pete hunkers down next to Jase and there's an excitement in
his voice that goes way beyond Jase getting a puppy.  "I
know of a really great place to get puppies!  The breeder
that I got my dog from is still raising them.  Maybe we
could drive out there on Saturday."  He looks at me.
"Whadya think?"

I smile at him.  "I think that we oughta try and get one of
those Weimaraner dogs."