A Real Family

Chapter 2-2

Russell couldn’t believe that he was sitting beside this handsome physician while the man drove them to the clinic. He wasn’t sure how to express his gratitude, but he would worry about that later. He didn’t have time to think about the procedure. His head was fully occupied by the gorgeous person who sat right beside him. That very one who was going to sit with him through this event, then guide him through his night of recovery. He began to have impure thoughts, which led to an inevitable erection. He prayed that the sedative would take care of all that.

They got to the clinic and Russell had to complete forms. He was at a loss when he had to list emergency contacts and next-of-kin. Once again, he was aware of how alone he was in the world. He sheepishly pulled out his cell phone, checked his contact list, and wrote Peter Wilson, with his cell phone number, in both blanks on the form. He was sure Peter would never know.

Peter was with him while they prepped him. A new nurse had a difficult time inserting the IV, and after several botched attempts, Peter identified himself and took over. He effortlessly slid the needle into his arm. Russell was grateful for the comfort after the painful first few tries. Peter brushed Russell’s hair from his eyes as he was wheeled into the room for the colonoscopy. By then, Russell was in the depths of the sedative. He was awake, but his tongue was loosened by the drugs.

“You think that little thing in my ass is gonna make me blink? You ought to see what my doc, Peter, shoves up there.” He snorted. “It’s huge—no, enormous. And I don’t even bat an eye. He claims it’s his finger, but they don’t make fingers that big. Besides, how can he have a hand on each of my shoulders and still shove a finger in me?” He began giggling. “I’m kidding, that’s a fantasy of mine. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met. I wish he noticed me.” Russell became sombre. The specialist tried to distract his thoughts. He pointed out the monitor where Russell could watch the show. He mentioned the bloated feeling when they injected the gas into his colon to ensure a clear view. He had a few nurses make small talk with him, and finally, he went out to find Peter.

Peter sat in the waiting area reading a well-thumbed magazine. It was only a short while later that he was approached by the attending physician, who asked him to join them. The colonoscopy got underway, now that Peter was there holding Russell’s hand. The patient was too far gone with sedation to be aware his audience. He glanced, bleary-eyed, at the monitor. “Am I really gonna fart in his car all the way home? I’m trying to impress the guy, and you aren’t helping.” He mumbled a few other things as the people in the room tried to suppress laughter. “Has anyone ever seen an Adonis before? Mine had his finger placed right where you have that shop vac hose shoved now. His finger is much more pleasant, but don’t tell him I said that.” He mumbled a few more things that were less coherent about Adonis, and his colon feeling like the labyrinth of the Minotaur. “Ever love someone you know you can’t have? Like my Peter, the perfect specimen of manhood, but he can’t be mine.” His voice was almost a whisper, but a few heard when he said, “I love him.”

* * * *

“Oh good lord, I’m going to explode. They f*****g blew me up like the Goodyear blimp.” Russell groused about his discomfort, while Peter tried to stifle his laugh. “How do I get these cramps to go away?” The prolonged sound that followed caused Peter to open all the windows in the car as a precaution. Russell turned his head to look at his driver. His heart fluttered when he saw Peter glance over at him with a grin.

“Good one there, slick. I think you blew a hole in the ozone layer. You couldn’t have done better if I pulled your finger.” He held his nose and pretended to gag.

Russell laughed. He was still in the grip of the sedative and found everything funny, except the pain in his gut from all the gas they pumped into him. “If you try to stick your finger in me now, mister, I might pop like a balloon. I’ll pfffffft all around the room, and then flop, flaccid and useless, over your body like a balloon when you let it go.” He frowned for a moment, then looked at Peter and grinned. “I stand corrected. I could never be flaccid in your presence.” He punctuated that with a rather loud and abrupt release of compressed gas.

“I’m going to tuck you in for the night and sleep on your sofa. I’ll be in to check on you every couple of hours. In the morning you’ll be good to get back into your regular routine. I’ll get the results in a few days and call you to book an appointment.” Peter knew Russell wouldn’t likely remember anything of what he said. He got the guy into his apartment, undressed, and tucked safely into bed, with only a few more releases of gas. Fart jokes were always fun.

* * * *

Russell slept well. He vaguely recalled waking a few times through the night and hearing Peter’s soothing voice. He knew deep down that he should be in bed beside him. He tried to recall why he was even there, but he was too tired and groggy to figure it out.

When morning came, the sunlight that streamed through his curtains woke him. He felt well-rested as he stretched and headed off to the bathroom. As was his habit, he padded naked to the kitchen to put on coffee. He stopped abruptly, blinked twice, and then nonchalantly accepted the cup that was passed to him.

“You’re looking well this morning. I trust you slept okay. I hope my flatulence didn’t keep you awake.” Russell’s face broke into a wide grin. “I’m not usually that noisy, but then again, I recall feeling like I was going to explode.”

Peter laughed. “I’ve seen patients go through this before. It was all good, and you carried it off with your special sense of humour.” He stood to scope out the kitchen for breakfast ingredients. “I’ll get started on breakfast while you enjoy the rest of your coffee.”

Russell noticed the unmistakable presence of arousal in Peter’s crotch. He glanced down at himself and knew his doctor wasn’t the only one with a serious erection. He blushed, excused himself, and went to put on some clothes. He dressed in business casual since he had no clients booked for the day and no court appearances to make. He strolled back into the kitchen feeling more respectable.

“I don’t remember much of anything after we got to the hospital. I hope I didn’t make of a fool of myself.” He sipped his coffee and glanced at Peter who was setting two plates on the table.

“You were a model patient. Sure, we had a hoot when you mentioned the things you imagined we put in your ass—your words, not mine. And when all that gas had to get back out…well, it was memorable.” He grinned. “Everyone there fell in love with you, by the way. You have that kind of personality.”

Russell raised his eyebrows. “Really? Everyone? You mean as in every single person there?” He noticed a blush on Peter’s cheeks and almost missed the nearly imperceptible nod. His heart fluttered once again.