A Real Family

Chapter 3-2

Cancer. f**k, f**k, f**k. Just when he was about to get his handsome doctor ready for some serious loving, this s**t had to come along. He wondered if he’d been bad in a previous life for all this to happen now. Russell was truly pissed off. It wasn’t fair. Once again, it became apparent to him that he had no one in his life to share this with. Being alone really did suck. He’d pulled into his parking spot at home when his phone rang. He smiled when he noticed the caller was Peter, from his personal phone.

“Hey, you left in a hurry. We have a dinner date, but we never got the chance to finalize the plan. I’ll pick you up at seven. Where would you like to eat?” He heard anxiety in his voice, or maybe it was pity. He sure didn’t want any f*****g pity, not from Peter, or anyone else for that matter.

“Yeah, maybe another time, I guess. I have things to prepare for Mrs. Grady’s case. I’m sorry. I never thought to tell you when I left.” He heard the sigh over the phone. He didn’t want to argue, but he didn’t want to lead him along a journey that would lead to heartache.

“I don’t think so, Russell. We have a date and I intend to see it through. It was difficult to turn your file over to Trevor. It was the only way for us to date. So, seven sounds good to me, unless you’re hungry and want to eat earlier?”

“Another time, Peter, but thanks for the offer. It really was kind of you.” He ended the call, sat back in the seat, and closed his eyes. He wondered how long he had, and what the treatments would be like. Would he be able to complete the case for Mrs. Grady? He wondered how long he could work. So much was rolling through his head.

He had no idea how long he sat in his car with those thoughts circling like seagulls in a fast food restaurant’s parking lot. A tap on the window brought him abruptly back to the present. Peter stood outside, grinning as he held up a bag of Vietnamese take-out in one hand and a bottle of wine with the rose in the other. He shook his head as he got out of his car. Peter caught him completely off guard with a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I refuse to be stood up on a first date. Besides, this place has awesome food. If you don’t like it and your clothes don’t fall off after this meal, I’ll give up being a physician and go back to slinging drinks in a bar.” Peter got plates from the kitchen and after rummaging around in the drawers, found a corkscrew. He poured a sampling in Russell’s glass and stood patiently. Russell smiled, took his glass by the stem, and peered at the light golden liquid inside. He sniffed, took a small sip, and swished it around his mouth. “Excellent choice, sir. Please proceed.” They sat in silence while they ate.

After dinner, Peter cleared the dishes and followed Russell to the living room. He found a CD with soft jazz. Peter smiled as he read the jacket. He pulled Russell into his embrace, held his right hand, and slowly swayed to the music. He kissed Russell, gently at first. He wanted more, his tongue probing, demanding entry. Russell responded. They continued the kiss, wrapped in each other’s arms, hard c***s rubbing through the fabric of their pants.

Peter took Russell by the hand and led him to the bedroom, where he slowly undressed his lover. He kissed each newly exposed section of skin. Russell’s mind tried to take him to the diagnosis, but his body had every intention of giving itself completely to Peter’s gentle, loving care. He was guided towards the queen sized bed and pushed onto his back. Peter stood and held Russell’s gaze as he slowly, teasingly, undressed. His hard c**k was throbbing in time with his elevated heartbeat. He smiled and lowered himself onto his new boyfriend. He liked the sound of that.

Their lips and tongues merged into an intricate dance of move and counter-move. Although neither man had a lot of experience, each seemed to be able to anticipate the other.

“Now, Peter. Please, I want you in me.” He looked at his boyfriend in wonder. He often fantasized about this happening, but never in his wildest dreams did he expect it to become real. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. f**k me, now.”

Peter did, and their love-making began gently, but Russell soon brought it to a frantic pace. He intended to enjoy every moment of this, even if it was, perhaps, the last time. They were consumed by passion neither thought possible. Their orgasms, near simultaneous and mind-crashing, forced moans of delight and ecstasy from both. They were soaked with their released passion.

Later, as they came down from that magnificent, shared intimacy, Peter held Russell tightly in his arms. They ignored the semen as it puddled and ran between their bodies. Peter kissed his forehead, eyes, nose, and then his swollen lips. Russell felt truly loved.

“I’ll get a towel. We need to clean this up.” He noted the satisfaction on Peter’s face. “Then, we have to talk.” Peter nodded and pushed himself up, arms straight behind him. Russell savoured the tight abdomen, chiselled limbs, those sparkling eyes, and in his mind, he cursed fate.

They sat in the living room with the lights dimmed. Russell had some old sweatpants and T-shirts so they wouldn’t sit naked. “So Dr. Wilson, I have cancer. It runs in my family, and apparently is an aggressive form. There have been no survivors. Therefore, I respectfully have to relieve you from your duties as boyfriend. The s*x was magnificent, and I will truly miss that. But I can’t stick you with caring for someone who is going to die.” There, he said it. He heard himself say the words going to die. Now, he had to learn to accept it, and prepare for it.

“You don’t mince words, do you Mr. Attorney? Well, since we’re being blunt here, I have to tell you that yes, this s*x was unlike anything I ever imagined. I fully intend to get more. Much more. I guess that means I refuse to be dismissed, and I won’t accept your resignation as my boyfriend. I also have to point out a very important fact. Every one of us is going to die. Few know when it will happen, but it will. You made a diagnosis and prognosis which even the most experienced of physicians don’t do without sufficient information. But, since you are a lawyer and apparently a doctor, you know better. One thing I can tell you—no, two things. One is that we need to get more information about your condition so we can plan a course of treatment. The second is that I realized, quite some time ago, that I’m in love with you. You captured my heart over the past three years. Not with your jokes and smart-assed comments, but by what I saw in your heart. I looked forward to your appointments more than you’ll ever know.”

Having said all that, Peter stood, reached out his hand to take Russell’s, and led him back to the bedroom. He came back out to lock the door and put out the lights. He fully intended to spend the night.