Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 18:42:44 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 40

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>From the previous chapter:
When I feel Pete beginning to move into me I tighten my grip
on his arms that are planted like pillars next to my head.
I'm holding my breath and slowly release it and look up into
his deep blue eyes.  He's watching me, wanting to make sure
that he's not hurting me and making sure that he's hitting
all the right spots.  My mouth opens and closes as he fills
me and my hands tighten around his upper arms.  Finally my
head drops back against the pillow as I arch my back and
tighten my legs around his waist and begin to thrust back
against his cock.

I force my head up and stare into those eyes.  They don't
change, the same love and concern is still there and I pull
his head down so that I can kiss him while he moves steadily
into me.


                    The Good Doctor 40

When you're dealing with Italians what is on their minds is
never a question.  We make our views known, sometimes it
seems like they're printed on our foreheads but usually
being able to read isn't a necessity.  It's not always the
same with everyone else.

Last night Pete and I had an hour of fantastic sex and then
all night long he  tossed and turned, flipping over, I would
say, every fifteen minutes.  This was the third night of
that.  So the thing is this, either I kill him or ask him
what the problem is, that's a big question to ask but I
decide to go for it.

I sit up and look at his supposedly sleeping figure.  "You
gonna tell me what the fuck the problem is?"

He lifts his head.  "Nothing.....I'm just a little
restless."

"Bulllllllllllshit!"

He mumbles into the pillow.  "No...really!"

"Yeah right!  You gonna tell me?"  He flips around about
three more times and then lies there looking up at me.

"Okay.....it's a patient."

"They're dying?"

"No."

"You gonna actually talk to me about this?"

He groans.  "It's a big thing."

"I'm gonna strangle you if you don't tell me!"

He laughs.  "You're not big enough."

"Yeah?  Well when you're turning my body over to the EMT's
they're gonna ask about the scratch marks on your throat."

He laughs for a moment.  "Okay.  You remember that I have a
free clinic every other week?"

I smile.  "I do."  Actually this makes me really proud of
him.  I probably should have told him that.

I sit up so that my back is against the headboard and his
hand drops to my thigh.  "Okay."  He shakes his head.  "You
probably don't remember Mrs. Hanley...or maybe I never even
mentioned her."

"If you did I don't remember.  So tell me again."

"Well.....for the last three years she and her son have been
my patients.  Her husband left years ago and like years
after he left she got divorce papers.  So anyway, she's
raising David...that's her son and paying rent and doing all
the shit that people do and all of this from working her
butt off at that little factory down by the railroad.....and
they have way less than nothing.  What is that place?  They
make.......some little thing."  He sighs and drops his head.

Last week she driving to work with David in the car, he's
fourteen and just starting high school.....it's early in the
morning and this car plows right into her."  His hand
tightens on my thigh.  "Smashes into the left side of the
car right where she's sitting.  So...she's killed like
instantly but David is just banged around.  I mean, he's
hurt but not life threatening.

I said, "That's horrible!"

He rubs his hands in his eyes and says, "Yeah...but it
happens all the time.  Well, you know, not exactly like that
but horrible stuff."  He rolls over so that he lying on his
stomach and his head is on my hip and his arms wrapped
around my back.

"So...as if that, I mean Mrs. Hanley dying, isn't lousy
enough, now we got a cute fourteen year old kid that never
did anything to anyone who no longer has a mom.  But he's in
the hospital so there's people taking care of him but now
I've got the administrator telling me that the kid is well
enough to go home except that he can't do that cause his mom
is dead and there's no other relatives that we've been able
to find.  Not that we'll quit looking but nothing is turning
up.  We've got a bunch of deceased grandparents but no
living person, no aunts no uncles no cousins nothing.
So I'm tap dancing around the hospital administrator finding
this little thing wrong with David and then another little
thing but actually I'm not fooling anyone.  They want him
turned over to Family Services.  The thing is that like a
couple of months ago I gave David his physical for high
school and during that physical he told me that he thinks
he's gay."

I slide down the bed so that my face is even with Pete's.
"This is a fourteen year old boy.  That's high school,
sleepovers, sex, and who the fuck knows what all and that's
not even mentioning the shit of having to get over the death
of his mom.  Also there's the whole thing about our being
gay.  You ready to deal with all that?  I mean that is where
you're going with this, right?

Pete's deep blue eyes stare into mine.  "Yeah...that's where
I'm going and no....I'm not ready for that.  It's just the
alternative that I can't live with."

"Well, like you said you see this stuff all the time....so
what's the thing about this kid that's getting to ya?"

He shakes his head against my thigh.  "I dunno.  He's a nice
kid but a lotta crap happens to nice people.  Maybe because
he's gay.....that would make things a lot rougher on him
once he gets into the system.  Maybe it's that.  I dunno."

I tap his chest.  "Hand me my boxers."

"Why?"

"Why?  Cause I can't solve the world's problems naked!"

He hands me my boxers and I slip them on.  "You better put
yours on too.  Gonna need em."

I open the bedroom door as Pete is putting on his
boxerbriefs and yell for Jase.  Seconds later he comes
skipping down the hallway, yes skipping, he still does that
and it doesn't mean anything!

Jase comes into the room and I scoop him up and put him down
on the bed between us.  "We got a question for ya."

He  looks back and forth between us.  "For me?  I didn't  do
anything."

I  talk  really softly cause I know that parts of  this  are
gonna  upset  him.   "Jase, Pete has got a  patient  in  the
hospital."  I was gonna call David a little boy but to  Jase
he's  not gonna seem little.  "He's fourteen and he and  his
mom  were in a traffic accident, you know a car crash.  Well
the thing is that his mom got killed in the accident and  he
doesn't  have  a  dad around like you do  or  a  grandma  or
grandpa or any other people to take care of him.  So we were
wondering  how  you'd feel about him staying with  us.....at
least for a while.

Jase looks at me and then turns his head and looks at Pete.
"His mom is dead?"  I know exactly what he's thinking.

"Jase, if you don't wanna do this we won't."

I turn to Pete.  "Would we be able to meet him?"

Pete sits up quickly.  "This morning...if you want.  We've
only got till the end of the day."

I look at Jase.  "Whadya think, Kiddo?"  This is way too
much to ask a little kid but I have to do it.

"I think it'd be okay.  What does grandma think?"

Now there's a question!  "Let's go meet David and see what
he's like and then if everyone is still okay about this I'll
call grandma and see what she thinks but I'm pretty sure
it'd be okay with her."

Pete looks at me incredulously.  "You don't think she'd
mind?"

I laugh and then nibble on Jase's stomach making him go
crazy and with both of my hands on his waist it feels like
he's spinning like a top.  "This is the kinda thing she'd
surprise you on but we better ask."

I look at Pete.  "What about your parents?  They're part of
this extended nuthouse family too."

He's grinning broadly.  "I kinda brought it up with my dad
and I'm pretty sure that if it became reality he be fine
with it.  Plus if David needed psychological help we could
enlist my mom."

What about a lawyer to deal with......all the legal crap?"

"My lawyer....who's actually my dad's lawyer would be the
guy to use.  He's pretty well connected."  I can imagine.

"Is he a pitbull?"

Pete laughs.  "He teaches em how to bite."

"Okay!  We need shower, shave and breakfast!" I know I left
out one s.

I look at Jase.  "You could probably skip shaving this
morning."  He giggles.  I'm such a riot.

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

Two hours later we're walking around the hospital following
Pete who's treating the place like his second home, which in
some ways it is.  Jase has a death grip on my right hand.

Pete picks up a chart at the nurses station and stops us.
"Okay, his room is just a few doors down.  I'm gonna go in
and talk to him a bit and tell him that you and Jase are
here and if he's okay with that I'll wave you in.  Okay?"

I smile at him.  "Sounds like a plan."  Pete walks slowly to
a room about twenty feet away and turns in.

I look down at Jase and then kneel down next to him.  "If
this is something that you don't want I need you to tell
me."

He nods his head and says, "I gotta see if he's nice." Not a
bad way to judge someone.



Fourteen is a difficult age, you're still flipping back and
forth between being a man and being a little boy.  It for
sure was a shitty time for David to loose the one person in
his life that he needed and loved the most and he looked the
way that you'd expect him to look, terrified.  Plus the fact
that nobody looks good when they're in the hospital in those
stupid gowns with one of those plastic bracelets on.  What
we saw when we walked into David's room was a cute young
teenager with dark brown hair and one of those combed
forward and flipped up hair styles, his eyes were a deep
green and he looked about as afraid as I've ever seen
someone look.  Pete was standing on the right side of his
bed holding his hand and Jase and I went of to the left
side.

I sat on the edge of his bed and took his right hand in
mine.  I nodded towards Pete and smiled.  "I'm his
boyfriend."  David's eyes got wide.  I looked up at Pete and
he looked like his heart had stopped.  I looked into David's
eyes and said slowly.  "So this really bites doesn't it?"
He just barely nodded.  "Probably not the best week of your
life."  He forced a smile and shook his head no.

I let go of his hand and picked up Jase and sat him on the
bed in front of me.  "This is Jase."  I smiled at him.  "We
left the dog at home."

Jase softly said, "Hi."   Out of the corner of my eye I
could see David's hand tightening on Pete's and then
relaxing.   Jase said, "My mom died too."

David got a surprised look on his face and then said so
softly it could barely be heard.  "I'm really sorry."  My
left hand was still on Jase's back and I could almost feel
his thoughts.

Jase said, "It was a while ago and it's better now."  It was
pretty clear that David's tears were on the verge on pouring
down his face.

I reached over and took his hand again.  "So what we were
thinking is that we'd spring you outta this place and you'd
come and live with us."  I could see in his eyes that he
thought he should be saying that it was too much trouble for
us, you know, in the stupid way that people do even when
what they're saying no to is the thing that they need the
most.  "Please don't say no.  We really want you to do it
and besides, you'll get to see your doctor in his
underwear."  There was a genuine smile on his face for the
first time and Pete dropped his head on his chest and shook
it slowly in total defeat.  I squeezed David's hand and
said, "Believe me, that alone is worth the move."  Jase
leaned back against me and nodded his head too.

Something seemed to occur to Jase and he leaned forward and
said quietly to David, "They're both really nice."

I scooped Jase up in my arms and kissed him.  I smile at
David.  "We give em a couple a bucks a week to say nice
stuff about us."

I stood up with Jase in my arms and looked down at David.  I
reached down and put my hand on his shoulder.  "We really
want you do this, David.  It's not just something that we're
saying.  We're loaded with bedrooms but you and Jase would
have to share a bathroom.....anyway the point is that
there's plenty of room and we really want you to come."

I looked up at Pete who hadn't said a word and looked like
he had just started breathing again about thirty seconds
ago.  "I'm gonna take Jase down to the nurses station and
use him as bait to see if we can get a free cup of coffee."
I reached down and squeezed David's foot.  "We really want
ya, Kiddo."

Jase was working his little boy magic on a half dozen nurses
when Pete came striding purposely down the hallway.  He was
staring directly at me and I couldn't tell whether he was
happy or pissed.  The nurses looked up and saw him coming
and then looked over at me with an odd look on their faces.
Well if he killed me here they wouldn't have to move the
body all that much.

Pete stopped in front of me and put his hands on my
shoulders and pressed me back against the wall.  His voice
was loud.  "I love you soooo fucking much!"  Then he bent
his head down and kissed me like this was the end of World
War II and we were in Times Square.  I was totally engulfed
in his arms and I heard the nurses gasp and then sigh.

I could hear Jase tell him them drily, "They do that all the
time."



I eased off into the doorway in a deserted corridor and
called my mom.

"Hi, Mom."

"What happened?"

"Whadya mean, What happened?"

She sighed.  "Normally when you call me around this time
something has happened."

"Well."

"I knew it!  What?"

I told her about David.

"So I was wondering what ya think."

"What, you need your mother to tell you what to do when it's
staring you right in the face?  The world is not all about
you, Eric.  Sometimes you gotta help people out."

"Okay, Ma."  I knew that I'd get blamed for this.

"I forgot to ask Pete about a funeral for David's mom."

"There hasn't been one.  They've been waiting for that poor
little boy to get out of the hospital so that he could go."
Clearly she knew more about this than she was saying.

I decided to toss a rock down the well and see how long it'd
take it to splash.  "I thought maybe they had just cremated
her or something while David was still in the hospital."

She leapt with claws fully extended.  "You think we'd do
that to that little boy?  This is gonna be a decent funeral!
There's gonna be people there!  David is gonna see that
there's people who cared about his mother and about him!"
Her breathing was heavy and her voice throaty.

Besides a great meal the thing that Italians really love is
a great funeral and mom was gonna give em both.

"I've invited everyone!  Then they can come back to the
house for a little something to eat."  I didn't say anything
but when she says everyone that's exactly what she means
maybe even more than everyone and when she says a little
something to eat she means enough food for the 81st Airborne
for a week.

I smiled and said, "So ya don't need me to plan the
funeral?"

"Sweetheart, do you and your boyfriend ever speak to each
other?"  Apparently not.



An hour later we got David, still wearing the clothes that
he had on during the accident, loaded into the car.  He
walked to the car hanging onto Pete with his left hand and
Jase with his right.  He was scared to death and now we were
going over to the apartment that he shared with his mom to
pickup at least some of his clothing and personal stuff.
This was not gonna be fun.   According to Pete he had asked
a couple of days ago if he couldn't just go back to the
apartment and live by himself.
Pete said that that wasn't just a fear of living with people
he had never met but also a way of denying that his mom was
dead.  That sounds right to me.

Actually I was really surprised by the apartment, it was
larger than I thought and really really clean.  David's
bedroom was beyond clean it was immaculate.  Even the ever
present posters were hung perfectly and everything in the
room was color coordinated.  I knew I had a job cut out for
me in getting this kid to relax.  I guess that I figured
that I was gonna be a major disappointment to him because
I'm the least color coordinated person on the planet.
Maybe he'd just view me as a challenge, everyone else seemed
to.

There was an Abercrombie & Fitch poster that was pretty hot
so at least the kid's libido was working.  Hey at fourteen I
was beating off like six times a day.  The A&F poster was
not a bad model for David who stood the chance to grow to be
a seriously handsome kid.  He was tall, just a little
shorter than me actually, and had these really broad
shoulders.  It was like his body was waiting for the rest of
him to catch up.

We took a couple of hours to very carefully move all of
David's clothes and some other personal things to the car
and shortly after that we were moving him into his room at
our house.

He never really got a chance though because my mom was there
and had him crying in her arms within five seconds.  Nothing
can be quite so all embracing as a crazed Italian mother
who's decided her child or anyone even close needs love and
attention.   Not that I'm complaining cause he clearly did
but watching him cry uncontrollably in my mother's arms was
in sharp contrast to the super neat apartment we had just
seen.

I looked up at Pete.  "You're gonna have to explain to him
how to survive her."  I smiled at him.  "He's a lot like
you......dad."