Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 20:52:54 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 8
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The Good Doctor 8
Jase is getting dressed in front of the television, or at
least he was, now he's sitting on the sofa with one pant leg
on and one off while he stares at the screen.
"Jason!" He leans slightly in the direction of my voice.
Pete pulls me back into the bedroom and backs me up against
the door, his forehead touching mine as he kisses me lightly
again and again. Why do either one of us have to work? Why
can't we just stay home in bed forever?
"Eric, I gotta go." His eyes are soooo blue and the irises
have a darker ring around them. It makes his eyes pop. He
can just nail me with those eyes. He smells like soap
and....well....like him. I feel like a spoiled brat who's
having his favorite toy taken away from him. "I gotta stop
at the hospital and see how Mrs. Haley is doing."
I bury my face in his neck and mumble into his shirt.
"She's fine! She strong as an ox!" I was gonna mention how
the woman can put away food at the "all the chicken you can
eat" night at the VFW but I figure Pete might think I was
being mean and I actually care what he thinks so I choke it
back.
He holds my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, his
tongue and mine lingering together. God, he tastes good. I
wrap my arms around him.
He smiles at me and speaks softly. "She's not fine. It was
major surgery. Surgery that I urged her to have." He's so
gentle.
I smile back at him and whine. "But I wanna have your
babies." I never whine!
He laughs softly. "I don't think that that's gonna happen."
His thumbs are massaging my temples.
"Maybe if we triiiiiied more." God! What's happening to
me?
He looks quickly at his watch. I know that I'm making him
nuts. "Babe, I gotta go. Come over to the clinic at twelve
and we can go to the mall or someplace for lunch. We can
neck in the car." He kisses me quickly again and then takes
off. I step out in the hallway in time to see him detour
into the family room where he gives Jase a quick kiss
goodbye. He sure has broad shoulders.
Jase comes hobbling down the hallway one pant leg on and the
other one twisted and shoved back into his pants. "Dad, can
you help me?"
I look down at him. "Yeah, where's Barney when you need
help with your pants?"
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I want to just slam my head down onto the top of my desk,
again and again and again! Jane isn't talking to me. That
ought to be a source of unbridled joy but in the office shit
like that just ups the anxiety level. These bouts of
silence usually run their course in about three days and
this is day one. Geez!
I ask myself for the thousandth time why I don't fire her.
Well, she's worked here forever and that ought to count for
something. She REALLY knows her job and she probably does
the work of two people. Besides, then I would have to do
that work!
On top of the whole silence thing is the problem this causes
with Ellen. That's the "new girl" that Jane thinks is
somehow stealing her thunder.
Charlie walks in from the warehouse and hands Ellen some
papers. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his
coveralls and rocks back and forth on his heels. I can't
hear what they're saying but they both smile. Out of the
corner of my eye I see lightning bolts coming out of Jane's
eyes. Oh dear God no! Oh shit! This is so sick! Well,
that's unfair. I mean if they knew what Pete and I do
they'd probably think that that was sick. But my Lord, she
actually wants him. I say a silent prayer for the poor
bastard.
Finally I can't stand it and call Rose. "Honey, you
wouldn't believe what I think that I'm watching." Okay, so
I'm no Mother Theresa. She didn't gossip.....did she?
"Is it something dirty?"
"More sick dirty but yeah."
Rose squeals with delight. "I love sick dirty! Who's
porkin who?"
I lean back and put my feet up on my desk. "I think that
Jane is after Charlie."
I wonder briefly if there's anyplace at the mall where Pete
and I could fuck. He'd never do that, at least I don't
think so. He's so upright........upright and hard, hard as
a rock. Where does that thing go? I take a ruler, while
I'm talking to Rose and after making sure that nobodies
looking, roughly measure nine inches from my butt up my
body. Holy fuck! That dick ought to be hitting my lungs.
"Oh that poor slob! You think that he knows?"
"I don't think so. He actually looks like he's chatting up
Ellen which is causing some major eye action from Jane."
Why do you even care about this? It's none of your fucking
business and even less any business of Rose's.
"Well, speaking of the mall you can't tell me that your
young doc isn't slipping it to ya now."
What is she, a fucking mind reader? "Rose, I didn't mention
the mall. The mall was not discussed at all." I did just
think that didn't I? I didn't actually ask if there was a
place to fuck at the mall, did I?
"Sweetie, I saw you and your stud at the mall! You were
trying on clothes, which you really really need by the way,
and your hot doc was sitting with Jason on his lap, a very
domestic scene." She laughed obscenely. "I'd be sitting on
his lap if I was thirty years younger. Well, maybe we
better make that forty."
I'm appalled! "Whadya mean that I really really need new
clothes. I'm dressed in a suit and tie right as we speak!"
Damn women! Guys never tell you how lousy you look!
"I know doll, you look just great at work. It's when you're
just out wandering around. You look like a college kid that
just rolled outta bed after an all night boozer. If this
was forty years ago I'd say that you looked like a
ragamuffin."
"Rose, I'm not even sure that that's an English word.
You're not adjusting your own medication are you?" She
laughs her throaty, kinda barroom laugh again. "Besides,
I'm kinda going for a casual elegance thing."
She laughs so loudly that I have to hold the phone away from
my ear. "Rose! Rose! Rose, that's a very cruel laugh!"
There must be some place on earth where there are only men.
She's panting hard but beginning to catch her breath but
still bursts out with sudden laughter. Finally she calms
down. She sighs.
"So is this love or lust? Come on Eric, talk to me, you're
my last remaining link to sex!" Silence. "Well?" I'm
still mad about the laughing.
"Love! I think, no, I'm sure that it's love. Rose, how the
fuck do you know? I thought it was love with Janet too. I
wanna be with him all the time. I wanna be like a part of
him, so close that you can't tell that it's two people." Why
am I telling ANYONE this? "It's so much more than it was
with Janet."
Rose's voice sounds sincere almost matronly, which she
definitely is not. "Then don't fuck it up! And remember,
he's a doctor, the good ones take that seriously. That
means less time for you but you're an asshole if you try to
make him decide between his profession and you. With a doc
you know going in that you're number two. Any of this
sinking in, Baby?"
I sigh. "Yeah, Rose, it is."
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We're sitting in my car in the mall parking lot. Pete turns
to me.
"Turn this way." There's a very slight smile in his voice.
I turn towards him and he reaches out and fixes my tie. I
drop my head and rub my cheek against his hand. "Don't tell
me that I look like a slob even when I'm wearing a suit and
tie." It's like there's no hope. He lifts my chin with his
hand and holds it, lightly.
"You don't ever look like a slob. It's just something that
isn't important to you."
"That's what a slob is!"
He's still holding my face. "No it's not! His fingers
start to play in my hair. "The world's full of people,
guys, who think that they've got to look perfect. It feels
so good to be with someone who thinks more about me than he
does about the way that he's dressed." My God! I'm gonna
get points for this?
"The way that you look turns me on. It was maybe the first
thing about you that hit me that way." He laughed. "That
and I gotta tell you, you've got like the prettiest butt in
the whole world." He grinned and then laughed. "Really,
Eric, in my line of work I see a lot of butts......like last
year I did the exams for the high school football team and
Babe I'm telling you, you got em beat." I feel so
proud......and maybe a little cheap.
He leaned forward and kissed me so gently. He spoke in a
whisper. "You're also a very very handsome guy." He kissed
me again. "And you're a very gentle guy" Kiss. "And you've
got a great body." Kiss. "And a really pretty dick."
Kiss. "And the worlds greatest little boy." Kiss. See why
I love him?
He pulls slowly away from me and then lifts my hand and
kisses it. "Come on, Babe. We gotta eat. I've got non
stop patients all afternoon."
As we're walking to the food court Pete says. "Did you ever
buy Jase a stuffed bear? You know, a teddy bear."
"I dunno. I can't remember him ever having one. This whole
bear thing came along a couple of years ago and he's only
five so there wasn't much time but geez it seems like he
must have had one. He's got a couple of stuffed animals."
Pete paid for our food and we walk to a table. "I looked in
his room and didn't see any sign of one. It's the kinda
thing a kid keeps."
"Well, don't you think that it'd scare him?"
"Not if it's kinda goofy. I certainly wouldn't want to give
him anything too lifelike but something that's kinda fantasy
and funny. It might help him." He smiled and looked down
and then up again. "Just a thought."
He takes a drink of soda and when he puts his glass back
down I extend my index finger and touch the very tip of his,
like a completed circuit. Sizzle!
I can see his breathing change in the way that his chest
lifts and falls. He plays with the tip of my finger and
speaks very softly while staring at my finger. "I wanna
fuck you so bad!" He tilts his head and sighs. "I think
about it all the time." He rubs his forehead with his other
hand. "It's not the sex or a least not just the
sex.....it's you, it's being connected to you."
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Pete was a little late getting home but when he finally did
he dragged in with him this huge fucking stuffed bear. Not
a real bear but a huge brilliantly emerald green stuffed
animal with long soft hair and a goofy expression on its
face.
Pete has barely made it through the door before Jase barrels
into him wanting to be picked up but then he freezes.
He points at the bear. "Who does that belong to?" As if he
didn't know!
Pete bends down and scoops Jase up. "I bought him for you.
You think that you wanna keep him? I can take him back if
you don't like him." Jase is bending to the side and
hanging down in a move that would make most Olympic gymnasts
gasp.
Jase finally straightens up. "What is he?" Ah, panic or
love?
Pete straightens Jase out in his arms and talks just a few
inches from his face, very softly. "He's a bear, Jase, but
not a mean one and not one that hurts little boys. Actually
I think that his job is pretty much taking care of little
boys." How could anyone look into Pete's eyes and listen to
that voice without doing exactly what he wants you to do. I
did.
Jase wiggles himself down to the floor and walks over and
touches the bear slowly. He turns and looks at us. "He's
really soft!" He giggles and doubles over in suppressed
glee. The bear is taller than he is and the bear is sitting
down. Why didn't I think of this? Well, since Pete and I
are like "engaged" I probably do get some credit for this
and we did talk about it at lunch before Pete actually did
it. That's gotta count. How come he's so nice and I'm this
self-centered jerk? It's probably Mom's fault, not to
mention all the other "women in my life" driving me fucking
nuts today. Of course he is a doctor, so he's supposed to
be nice, it's like part of the job.
Jase gives the bear a hug and then starts dragging him by
his floppy emerald ear off to his room like some miniature
cartoon caveman that's just made a killing.
I call after him. "Jason Cortland!" Full name, a real
attention getter.
He stops dead in his tracks and turns to look at me like I'm
made of plutonium. "Jase, how about a little thanks here?"
He seems conflicted for a moment and then drops the bears
ear and runs to Pete and stands in front of him with his
hands entwined. "Thanks, Pete!"
Pete hunkers down in front of him and gently pulls his hands
apart and lightly holds them in his own. "Whatcha gonna
name him?"
"Name?"
"Yep, he's your bear so you get to name him."
Jason turned and looked at me and then turned back to Pete.
"I dunno what to name him, Pete."
"You don't have to name him right away, Jase. Why don't you
take him to your bedroom and maybe you'll think of
something.
Jase turned and ran to his bear and finished hauling the big
green creature to his bedroom.
Pete stood up and stretched. He tilted his head and smiled
at me. I walked into his arms. I'm so fucking easy!
"It's okay that I bought him the bear?" His mouth was next
to my ear and the sound of his voice was creating a major
disturbance in my body.
I pull his head down and kiss him slowly, visions of being
slowly ravished by his hunky body dancing in my head. He
lifts the back of my tee shirt and slides his hands down the
back of my jeans.
He grunts and laughs. "Oh, Oh wow! Still no underwear!"
His strong hands are kneading my butt.
"They're time wasters." I grind my crotch against his. I'm
reminded of a log jamb. He's already moved on to my neck
right at the base. There's a spot there that can drive me
crazy. "Now we're both standing here with hardon's and we
still have to eat dinner."
"Dinner?" He says it like I just suggested that we hang
from the ceiling by our thumbs.
"Yeah, we can't do anything until, you know who, goes to bed
so we might as well eat. Besides, you're gonna need all the
energy that you can lay your hands on." I take him by the
hand and pull him into the kitchen.
"This is one of Mom's favorite dishes." I push him to sit
while I dish out salad and pour wine.
We're eating our salads and I lift my foot and gently press
it against his crotch on the other side of the table. He
jumps, I smile. "That feels so big!"
He grins at me through a mouthful of salad. "You're like on
the verge of getting impaled on it on the top of this
table." I hear Jase running towards us and drop my foot
just before he grabs Pete's arm.
"I think I got a name for him." Jase is climbing awkwardly
onto Pete's lap. Pete pulls him up and gets him situated.
"I wanna call him Alan."
Did I hear that right? "Alan? Where did ya get that name,
Jase?" He looks at me. Who names a bear, Alan?
"I heard it on the television." He turns and looks up at
Pete. "Would that be a good name?"
Pete bends and kisses the side of Jase's head. "It sounds
perfect to me."
Jase slides off of him. "That's what I'm calling him then."
He takes off for his room.
Pete looks at me and smiles. "What is that little boy
smell? All little kids have a kid smell but little girls
smell different than little boys."
I smile at him. "Actually my favorite smell is the horny
adult male smell."
Pete reaches over grabs my hand and pulls me up and kisses
me. "That smell should be bowling you over about now."