STANDARD WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is pure coincidence. Do not read this story if you are offended by man-to-man romance or sex. Do not read if you are underage according to the laws in the country, state/province, county, city/town/village or township where you live. There is sex between males. You have been warned!
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Thicker Than Water
By Nick Archer
Chapter 10 A Week In the Life
"Dad?" Tommy shook Matts shoulder as he slept. When he didnt get a response, he shook his shoulder a little harder. "Dad?"
"What?" Matt grumbled without opening his eyes.
"I I had an accident."
"Oh, Tommy," Matt groaned. Like a sleepy operator at a manual switchboard, his brain was having trouble making the correct connections.
"What time is it?" Matt mumbled.
Matt opened his eyes just a crack. The morning looked overcast. Wait, he thought to himself. This is Tommy. Its 6:45 on a Sunday morning. Tommy usually sleeps in until at least nine, and even then he has to be pulled out of bed.
He raised his eyelids a bit more and lifted his head off the pillow.
"Are you OK, son?" Tommy was wearing only his boxer shorts. On the front of his shorts was a large wet spot.
"No," Tommys voice trembled. "I think Im sick."
Matt sat up slowly and swung his feet to the floor. He rubbed his eyes and then took a closer look at the stain.
"Come here," he reached his left arm around Tommys waist and pulled him closer.
A slow smile spread across Matts face. "Thats not pee, Tommy."
"What is it then?" his voice still quavered.
"Its cum. Its sperm." Matt looked into his frightened green eyes. "I think youve just had your first wet dream, son," he explained gently.
A tear trickled down Tommys cheek.
Matt took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Hey, its OK. Are you feeling OK?"
"Its going to be OK, Tommy." Matt wrinkled his forehead. "Are you starting to grow hair?"
"Yeah. Look." Before Matt could protest, he slid his thumb underneath the elastic of his boxer shorts.
To Matts relief, he only pulled them as far as his pubic hair. There he saw fine, very pale red hairs.
"Go take a quick shower, son, and put on some clean underwear. Pull the sheet off your bed and put all this stuff in the dirty clothesbasket. Well have to wash them today. This stuff stains like crazy."
"Can I sleep with you?"
Matt hesitated. They had a strict rule about the boys not sleeping with them. They had, on occasion, made exceptions. Tommy seemed particularly frightened and unhappy.
"OK," Matt agreed in a low voice. "Hurry up and take your shower. And try not to wake Tim up when you get back."
Matt dozed again as he heard the shower running. Within ten minutes, Tommy returned wearing a pair of green plaid boxers. Matt scooted closer to Tim and lifted his side of the sheet to allow Tommy in.
"Oh, no. I want to sleep between you two," Tommy said as he scrambled over Matt and wormed his way between the two men.
Matt sighed in aggravation. "Dont wake Tim up," he repeated.
After much squirming, the redhead finally settled on his left side, facing Matt. Matt rolled over to face his youngest son, and wrapped his arms around the boy.
Matt ran his fingers through the boys hair. He was letting it grow out a bit; previously Tommy usually wore a buzz cut. Matt decided he looked good with longer hair.
"Mmmm," Tommy grinned as he pressed his young hairless chest against Matts hairy one. Matt knew that Tommy was only playing and there was no sexual innuendo. Or was there?
"Want to tell me about it?"
Tommy opened his mouth as if to speak, hesitated, and obviously decided against it.
Matt pulled him closer. "Dont you remember waking up when you had your dream?"
"I think I woke up, but I was tired and it was still dark outside, so I rolled over and went back to sleep."
Matt smiled wryly. "And you can sleep through a nuclear holocaust." He made his voice very gentle. "Tommy, you know youre safe here. Can you remember your dream?"
He lowered his eyes and bit his lower lip.
"Who was it about?"
"Lucas," Tommy whimpered. He took a deep breath and added a torrent of words. "I didnt mean to dream about him. I just want to be his friend."
"I know you didnt. Dreams are just our brains way of keeping itself occupied when we sleep. It gets bored because theres no input from our senses, so it tells stories to itself to keep itself amused until we wake up." Matt grinned at him reassuringly. "What happened at the game yesterday?"
Tommy explained what had happened when he grabbed Lucas around his waist. His voice pleaded for understanding. "I was just trying to be friendly, dad. Really."
"I know, son. But sometimes you can be a little overbearing."
"What does that mean?"
"A little rambunctious. Some people arent sure how to take it."
"He really hurt my feelings," Tommy mumbled. Tommy whimpered, just on the verge of crying, but not really allowing the tears to flow.
"I could tell, even across the field."
"I dont think I want to be gay, Dad." Tommys voice quavered audibly as he whispered it. So thats what his issue is, Matt thought. No wonder why he snapped at me yesterday.
"Oh, Tommy." He pulled his son close. "Well love you no matter what. When I adopted you, it was forever. Im not going to send you back to St. Lukes." Matt paused to kiss his forehead. "Im sorry, but I really dont think you have much choice in the matter. You are what you are. Theres always going to be narrow-minded people like Lucas. Part of my job as a parent is to teach you how to deal with them."
"Hon, your sexuality is mostly determined by genetics. Youve learned about that in science, right?"
"You mean like genes and chromosomes and stuff like that?"
"Right. And being gay is inherited, just as if you were left-handed. Theres not a whole lot you can do to change it."
Tommy looked sad and upset as he pondered this information. "I dreamed I was um touching Lucas."
"I understand your feelings, kiddo. I felt the same way about some of my classmates when I was your age. I know you may find that hard to believe."
"I still want to be friends with him."
"I dont know Lucas all that well, but I suspect part of his reaction was because there was an audience around and he had to play up to them. He has an image to maintain." Matt thought for a moment. "Tell you what. Why dont you invite him over? Well put something on the grill and rent a movie. And I promise we wont drop too many hairpins."
Tommy chuckled. "Thats a good idea." He nuzzled his head under Matts chin. "Dad?"
"What if Im not gay?"
"Like I said, I dont think you have much choice. But youre still young yet, and its not like you have to decide right this moment. Just concentrate on being a kid." Matt rubbed his back. "Youre doing a pretty good job at that right now." They shifted positions a bit. "Give it time. You may discover that you like girls, too."
Matt nodded. "Like Jake. Or you may find out that this is just a phase youre going through. Although," Matt cleared his throat nervously, "given certain ummm incidents in your past, its unlikely."
"You mean like the football team?" Tommy asked the question without a trace of hesitation.
"That, and the boy in Downers Grove."
"You know, Tommy, weve never really talked about that."
"Well," he hesitated. "What do you want to know?"
Matt pressed his lips together and planned how he was going to phrase the question. "I guess I was wondering - why you havent done anything like that here. At least not that I know of."
"I wanted to be good. And I wanted you to like me."
"OK. Anything else?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to be a kid." That was it, Matt thought. That was the core issue. When he lived in Evergreen Park with his biological mother, survival instincts had kicked in. Sex was part of his survival scheme.
"Im glad you wanted that," Matt whispered to him.
But his words went unheard. Tommy had joined Tim in sleep.
The boys locker room at Rich East greeted Jake with that magic scent: steam, soap, disinfectant, and the sweat of adolescent males. There were days Jake struggled to keep from getting erect.
Jake was a watcher. He had learned to watch without being detected. He wasnt interested in the African American boys; not that he was racist in any way. Even with their large cocks, black boys didnt strike his fancy.
But, the upperclassmen did.
Students were not sorted by grade for physical education, instead, their individual class schedule determined what period in the day they would take PE. The computer sorted it out very efficiently. Included in the mix were some special education students who could reasonably participate in the activities.
Rich East had implemented a new physical education program that stressed fitness for life. Students were offered a variety of courses that rotated every three weeks. There were traditional sports that varied with the seasons; touch football, soccer, basketball, track, baseball or softball. In addition, there quite a few non-traditional activities students could select. These included weight training, field hockey, social dance, roller-skating. They could play handball, tennis and racquetball in the village-owned racquet club across the street from the school. Rich East was one of the first high schools in the Chicago area to build a rock-climbing wall.
Since the upperclassmen got the first choices for courses, freshmen like Jake were often left with the more mundane courses. This cycle, Jake was stuck with wrestling.
But Jake had one consolation. Jennings wasnt teaching the wrestling course.
As Jake dressed for gym, he spotted a new boy just a few lockers away from his. He stood in front of the open locker with a thoughtful look on his face as if he expected the answers to life itself to leap out at him. To his horror, Jakes own cock began responding to his inner thoughts. Quick! Better get your jockstrap on before you get hard, he thought to himself.
By the time he was fully dressed, most of the other boys had exited the locker room to the gym for attendance. Jake hurriedly pulled on his green shorts and his yellow T-shirt and sprinted for the door.
"Late again, Wagner," Jennings sneered as Jake hustled to his spot in the attendance line. "That will cost you two points. One more point and youll have a detention," the teacher said with a malicious gleam in his eye.
"Eat my shorts," Jake mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say, Wagner?" Jennings asked sharply.
"I said, Not another report." Jake hoped the teacher would buy it.
He didnt. "Drop and give me twenty, Wagner."
Jake sighed and rolled his eyes, but complied.
Across the gym, a new student was viewed the scene with interest. Why are all PE teachers assholes? He thought to himself.
As he watched Jake complete the punishment with ease the new kid thought to himself, God, hes good looking.
"Do you need to go for a walk, Buddy?" Jake spoke to the dog.
Prints sat on a dining room chair with his tail neatly wrapped around his forepaws and watched them prepare for Buddys afternoon walk. He had a condescending look on his face that said, Stupid dog! Why cant you learn to use the litter box?
The golden retriever yipped and jumped up.
"Down boy!" Buddys soulful brown eyes looked contrite for just a moment, then his tail increased tempo as Jake removed the leash from its hook. His tail thumped cabinet doors as he impatiently waited for his master.
Usually, they took Buddy to the Forest Preserves to relieve himself. Buddy reveled in the scents and occasional squirrel or chipmunk he discovered. Today, however, he planned to take Buddy to Algonquin Park, which bordered the EJ&E tracks. Along the tracks was a ravine the family dubbed Poo Valley.
As Jake exited the kitchen door, Mike was helping Leah by watering some of the plants that she had placed there.
"Hey, Jake!" Mike called to him almost a little too enthusiastically.
"Mike," Jake mumbled.
"Taking Buddy for a walk?"
"No, Im working on my masters thesis: Walking The Dog as a Metaphor."
The hurt look on Mikes face showed he was not amused. Jake sighed softly. "Come on."
Mike grinned as Buddy acknowledged him with several wags.
Jake was reluctant to take Mike along with him. He liked walking his dog, and it was a time he could be alone to think. Plus, lately Mike had been aggravating him by hovering. Mike was needy and seemingly was unable to function on his own. He needed to be in a relationship with a boy at all times. He measured his self-worth by his relationships. He couldnt stand to be single. Landing Jake had been a major accomplishment. But the independent Jake smarted under his constant surveillance and was feeling smothered.
Houston, we have a problem, Jake thought to himself. I feel trapped and Ive only been seeing Mike for less than a week. Wonder how Brian dealt with him? Maybe I should ask him.
"What are you thinking about?" Mike interrupted his thoughts.
"Nothing," Jake lied.
They walked in silence between the rows of townhouses to Algonquin Park. There, Buddy did his business, although he continued to sniff the ground and lift his leg periodically to mark his territory. From there they walked west along the EJ&E tracks and crossed Western Avenue.
"How was your day?"
"I got more points taken off by Jennings. Hes such a prick." Jake made a sour face to emphasize his point.
"I dont have him. I think his planning period is third hour."
"Thats when Brian has PE," Jake mumbled. It seemed the only possible response. Jake had a quandary. Mike was cute, and went out of his way to please Jake. Since their initial tryst in a classroom at St. Irenaeus they had managed to have sex twice more. Jake suspected Mike was using sex to keep him in line. Considering how good Mike was at sex, he was succeeding in keeping Jake under his thumb. For now.
They strolled down South Street for a bit. This area was Park Forests industrial area, small as it was. Developed mainly in the seventies, it was more office park than heavy industrial area. There were warehouses, distributors and mini-storage facilities.
The dog seemed to be leading their stroll. They turned north again and entered a residential neighborhood of single-family homes that were built in the mid- to late-sixties. These houses were a bit larger than the original houses built in the early fifties. Most had attached garages. Mature trees shaded the street.
At a brick-and-white siding covered tri-level house on Hay Street, Buddy spotted a boy unlocking the passenger side of a Buick Park Avenue. Buddy, the dog that never met a stranger, pulled hard on his leash. His collar was so tight he was panting; har, har, har. Finally after a powerful tug, Jake lost his grip on the leash and Buddy made a beeline for the kid, wagging his tail furiously. Jake chuckled. If Buddy had been in water, his tail would be a propeller.
"Hi, there!" Buddy had his own method of greeting strangers. He reared up and placed his forepaws on the kids chest.
"Buddy!" Jake scolded. "Get down, doofus!" He grabbed the dogs collar and pulled him off the boy. Jake now had a close-up of the object of Buddys affection. "He seems to like you."
"Either that or he wants the next dance," the kid quipped.
Jake chuckled as he extended his hand. "Im Jake. I think youre in my PE class." Jake noticed his eyes do a visual scan from top to bottom. He could almost see him complete his mental checklist.
"Im Logan. Yeah, I think I saw you. Seventh period, right?"
Jake nodded confirmation while the tall, slim boy bent and patted Buddys head and scratched behind his ears.
Mike shook Logans hand and introduced himself although Jake could sense he was not at all happy about it.
"What a pretty dog!" Logan commented.
"He is a nice dog," an elderly woman agreed as she exited the house.
"Im sorry maam, he just seemed to get away from me," Jake apologized.
She smiled. "No harm done." She turned to Logan. "See? I told you youd make friends here."
Despite the fact that she had violated one of the cardinal laws of raising teenagers - she embarrassed Logan in front of friends - Jake liked her immediately. She was trim and pretty for her age. She wore jeans into which was tucked dress shirt that had once belonged to a man. Behind her fashionable glasses were kindly eyes. "Maybe you should write down their phone numbers."
Jakes lopsided grin appeared when he spotted Logan rolling his eyes.
From her voluminous purse, she produced a small pad of paper and a pen. She wrote their phone number down and handed the pad to Jake. Jake neatly tore off the page containing their phone number. He noticed the flowing script of her handwriting before he tucked it into his wallet. He wrote down their phone number and handed the pad to Mike. Mike looked as if he were signing his life away. Mike handed the pad back to Logan.
"Well, guys, were off to the store. If youll excuse us, please?" She chirped as she unlocked the drivers door.
"Bye, Logan. See you in PE tomorrow."
Mikes face darkened.
At Matts insistence, they ate meals together whenever they could. This could be quite a challenge.
Like any suburban parents, they had conflicting schedules. Matts company required him to work at least two evenings a week. He also was required to work Fridays and Saturdays. Tim arrived home about 4:30 and he was usually hungry. He ate when he got home, and then again at dinner. This had contributed to his weight gain last fall and winter. Since then he was more careful about what he ate when he got home and more diligent about regular exercise.
The boys, too, had busy schedules. Brian had speech team practice and meetings, Tommy had soccer and Jake was always involved in one sport or another.
Matt worked Wednesday nights, and one of the meals they sat for, even if it was in shifts, was Wednesday morning breakfast. Matt understood the importance of breakfast and insisted that the boys get up early enough to eat. Matt didnt have to be at work until noon, so he was in charge. Unfortunately, he disliked cooking breakfast. He considered it too much trouble and mess. So their Wednesday morning breakfast usually consisted of cold cereal, although he would make pancakes for a special occasion and he sometimes whipped up a delicious batch of buttermilk bran muffins from a recipe Gloria had given him.
Jake had been reading articles about carbo-loading in Muscle and Fitness, and decided that cereal just wasnt enough. His unorthodox breakfast consisted of a can of Spaghetti-Os or canned ravioli. He zapped it in the microwave until it was just warm and shoveled it down with a spoon. Matt would buy it by the case when it was on sale.
Brian slathered butter on a warm bran muffin with a frown on his face. Matt had felt ambitious and assembled the muffin batter the night before.
"Whats wrong?" Matt asked as he sipped his coffee.
"Nothing," Brian mumbled.
"Hes tired of eating lunch alone," Jake volunteered. Jake was also buttering a muffin as his Spaghetti-Os heated.
Matt shook his head. "I dont know how you can eat Spaghetti-Os and bran muffins at the same time."
Jake shrugged. "It all goes to the same place. Besides, theyre both carbohydrates. Theyll give me lots of energy." He grinned at Matt. "Your bran muffins are so good and you almost never make them. I cant pass them up."
Matt chuckled. "Flattery will get you everywhere." He turned his attention back to Brian. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," Brian mumbled.
Tommy appeared with damp hair. He sat at the table and grabbed a warm muffin.
"Theres the Little Squirt!" Jake squealed.
Tommy slugged his bicep. "Shut up!"
"All right you two! Chill!"
While Jake threw back his head and laughed, Tommy protested, "Hes teasing me about ."
"I know what hes teasing you about. Jake, no one teased you when you were staining your sheets on a regular basis."
Jake smirked but made no further comments.
"Brian, maybe you can make new friends to sit with at lunch," Matt suggested.
"You dont know what its like," Brian whined.
"Theres a lot of cliques," Jake confirmed. "The brothas sit at their own tables, the jocks at another table, the socialites at another "
"What about changing your lunch?" Matt asked Brian.
Brian swallowed a mouthful before speaking. "Theyd never changed my lunch time just because I have no one to sit with."
"Well, weve got to do something. Because to tell you the truth, Im tired of seeing you mope around."
"I dont know what else to do."
"What if I went to talk to the school?"
"What are you going to do Dad? Tell them to force the varsity football team to sit with me?"
"Im sure theyll change your lunchtime if I asked them to."
"Dont dad! Id be so embarrassed."
"OK, I wont. But youre gonna stop dragging your ass around like its the end of the world. Dont sweat the small shit."
Brian sighed again, picked up his plate and cup and carried them to the kitchen. Jake followed suit soon thereafter, and so did Tommy.
Matt topped off his coffee cup and lingered at the table. That was not the outcome I expected, he thought. I would have been more than willing to go down to school and meet with a dean or guidance counselor to get his schedule changed. Anything to keep him from moping.
But, an inner voice reminded him, you cant solve all their problems. They have to learn to solve problems on their own. You cant always go running to their rescue.
"Later, Dad," Jake said as he breezed out with his backpack.
"See ya. Have a good day."
Tommy left next. He had to catch a bus to the junior high. "Have a good day, son."
There were a few more moments of silence. Matt listened for sounds that Brian was getting ready to leave. Then again, theyre my sons. Theyre basically good kids. I would do anything to make them happy. Matt was absorbed in thought when Brian came behind him and placed an unexpected hand on his shoulder. Matt almost jumped though the ceiling.
Matt twisted his head. "Would I what?"
"Get my schedule changed?"
"Yes, but this is the last time. I would rather you found some other people to sit with at lunch. Youre outgoing and you know how to make friends."
Brian smiled at him. "Thanks, dad."
His nostrils were assaulted with the odor he always associated with schools as soon as he walked into the doors of Rich East. It was the smells of chalkdust, adolescents and industrial cleaners.
He strode across the gleaming floors to the main office. There, he perched on a chair beside another boy who was obviously in trouble. His right eye was rapidly darkening. He would have quite a shiner.
The kid grinned sheepishly at Matt. Wonder where the other kid is? Wonder what the fight was about?
"Mr. Rosato?" A rich, husky female voice called. Her big voice was matched by her size. "Im Janet Atwater, Brians guidance counselor."
He shook her hand. Her handshake was the equal of any mans. She was wearing a blue-and-white striped oxford shirt above navy blue khakis. Matt noticed his gaydar was picking up some signals. She was a very big girl, but none of it appeared to be fat. Her brown hair was cut short in a masculine style and she wore small rimless glasses.
As he followed her down a short hall to her tiny, windowless office, he noticed that she walked like a man, too. Various college posters covered the walls. She sat behind her desk, and Matt took a seat in one of the two chairs on the other side of her desk. On her desk was a manila folder with Brians name typed on the tab.
"I understand youd like to discuss Brians schedule." She opened the folder.
"Yes. Id like to see about changing his lunch period. Hes got quite a few dental appointments and the best time for me to take him is the morning." It was a fabrication, but the best he could come up with on short notice.
If she noticed he was lying, she didnt challenge it. "Not a problem, Mr. Rosato." She pulled out a copy of his schedule from the folder and looked at information on it. She typed in his Social Security number into her computer and handed the paper to him. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, perhaps a different lunch period. He often cant eat right after an appointment and our dentist prefers he not eat breakfast the day of an appointment." It was all true, it just didnt apply to Brian. "With the lunchtime he has now, hell miss lunch and I dont have time to stop and get some food."
She smiled at him. He wasnt sure how to read the smile. "Lets see - his lunch period is 3B now. We cant switch it to fourth period. He has Advanced English then, and all the sections are full. But we could switch him to a fifth period lunch. That would mean wed have to change his period for PE to seventh. Its an easy switch. What do you think?"
"I think it will work."
"Good, then its done. Hell start the new schedule on Monday." She glanced through his folder. "He was an excellent student at Forest Trails. He should have lots of leadership opportunities here at Rich East. Of course, he is a freshman and its still early in the school year."
"Im sure Brian will be very involved - if not over involved."
"I see he lived at St. Lukes for a while."
"Yes, I adopted Brian last year."
"How cool is that? Wait . I think I remember reading something about you." She didnt forget where she read the article, Matt thought. Shes way too bright to forget. Shes just hesitant about bringing the name of the newspaper up in school.
"Umm . Perhaps you read it in an alternative newspaper?"
"Yes, that was it." They smiled at one another. No more words needed to be spoken. They understood each other completely.
She stood and held out her hand again. "Thanks, Mr. Rosato. Thanks for coming today. Im glad we got a chance to meet. Brian is one very lucky young man."
"Thanks for your time, Miss Atwater."
"Will you be able to make it to Parents Night? Its two weeks from tonight."
"I wouldnt miss it."
It had been a challenging day at work for Matt. Anna called in sick, but he was able to get Tracy, his new third keyholder to come in that night and close the store. One of the computer terminals simply went blank and he was on the phone for an hour with tech support to get it running again. While changing a fluorescent light bulb in the back room, he lost his grip on it and it shattered with a loud report. He spent another half hour sweeping up the tiny glass shards. Brian had called for permission for a new friend of Jakes to come over after school. He correctly guessed that the new kid was already there. It further annoyed Matt.
When he arrived home after a slow commute in the rain, he was tense, tired and hungry. Tim was cooking dinner, and the first person he saw.
Tim engulfed him in a hug. Matt buried his face in his shoulder. "Tough day, honey?" Tim kissed his neck.
"Very. Where are the boys?"
"Brian is on the computer, Tommy is watching TV in our room and Jake, Mike and Logan are watching a video."
"I assume Logan is the new crush Brian mentioned on the phone?"
Tims dimples appeared. "I think thats a safe assumption. Oh, there was a strange message on the machine."
"What was it?"
"Just a mans voice. He said he was trying to locate you. He asked if you were the same Matt Rosato that graduated from ISU."
"Who was it?"
"Dont know, babe. I dont recognize the voice. He said he would try to call back. I saved the message."
Matt kissed him. "Im going to go change."
As he passed through the living room, he took a moment to greet the adolescent boys who were festooned on the furniture.
"Hi, Mike," Matt ruffled his hair affectionately. Overall, Mike did not look like a happy camper, but he managed a smile for Matt.
"Dad, this is Logan." Matt smiled and shook Logans hand. Very cute. Pretty brown eyes and a nice smile. Nice, firm handshake - I like that. Very good eye contact - another good sign. Definitely a blip on the gaydar. Im going to have to have a talk with Jake before Logan ends up as the next notch on his bedpost.
"Hey, Dad!" Tommy greeted him as Matt shuffled into the master bedroom. He seems more like his old self, Matt thought.
Matt smiled a greeting.
"How was your day?" Tommy asked.
"Tough." He sat on the edge of the bed nearest the answering machine.
"One message," the female computerized voice intoned. "Recorded Friday at 1:16 PM." A male voice continued. "Im looking for Matt Rosato. Could you be the same Matt Rosato who graduated from ISU in the eighties? Ill try back again later."
That was the extent of the message. Very strange, Matt thought. Hes not a telemarketer because they never leave messages. I dont think hes a bill collector - everythings paid up. What could it be?
Matt pulled off his shirt and tie and slipped on a T-shirt. The phone rang as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Tommy scrambled to answer it.
"Hello? Hold on, hes right here." He handed the phone to Matt.
Who is it? Matt mouthed to Tommy. Tommy shrugged.
It was the same voice on the machine. "Matt Rosato?" It was a very effeminate voice. Matt guessed he was probably gay.
"Are you same Matt who graduated from ISU?"
"Yes. Who is this, please?"
"My name is unimportant. Im calling for Andy Cooper."
"Hes very sick, Mr. Rosato. Hes in the final stages of AIDS. Hes not expected to live more than a few more days."
A million emotions washed over Matt at once. Pity, curiosity, anger.
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Hed like to see you before he passes. He would like to make peace with you."
"I dont "
The man cut him off. "Mr. Rosato, this is as difficult for me as it is for you. Im only doing this because he asked me to get in touch with you. I didnt call to argue. Im only calling to pass on information. The ultimate choice is up to you."
Matt sat on the edge of the bed again. From the nightstand, he retrieved a scrap of paper and a pen. "OK."
"Hes in Bromenn Hospital in Normal. Room 436. Like I said, hes not expected to live but a few more days."
The next thing Matt
heard was a dial tone.
Martha smiled widely as she put the caller on hold at the bookstore. "Its your other half, Matt," she informed him. "Line two." Tim and the boys were the only ones to call on the stores second phone line, unless it was a wrong number.
"Hi, sweetie," Matt said when he made his way to the back room after being stopped by a customer looking for Spanish-English dictionaries.
"Are you going to go see Andy?"
Matt hesitated. "I feel obligated. He did ask to see me and whoever called did make some effort to find me. But Annas still sick and it looks like Ill have to cover for her tomorrow."
"And I know how much you like working Sundays."
"Well, its not only that. I would like to spend some time with my sons. And with a certain hunky guy."
Tim responded with mock dismay. "I knew you were seeing someone on the side."
Matt played along with him. "Mmmm, yeah. And hes got muscles for days. Hes cute and hes good in bed."
"Oh! I almost forgot the other reason I was calling. My dad wants to come over tonight."
"He said he had a problem and he wanted to talk to you and me about it."
"Probably has something to do with that fuckhead Tony. Is your dad bringing him?
"No, hes coming alone."
"I say invite him over for dinner. We can order pizza and then tell the boys to make themselves scarce for a bit."
"Sounds like a plan. Love you."
"I love you, too, Tim."
Martha was standing next to him holding an error correct for him to initial. "Awwww!" She said.
Matt just smiled and shook his head as he initialed the register paper.
Matt had mixed feelings about his father-in-law. Tim was very close to his father and Matt knew this. The boys all loved him; especially Tommy and Matt grudgingly had to admit Patrick was good with them. However, he had made two passes at Matt in the past, and his current lover, Tony, was a cockhound. Tony had made a pass at Tim as recently as Labor Day. Matt faulted Patrick for not getting Tony some help, or at least setting some boundaries so he wouldnt attempt to bed every man in sight.
"Jake," Matt admonished, "You think you could at least chew the pizza before you swallow?"
"Sorry, dad. Im hungry," he said with a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.
"Aww, leave the kid alone, Matt," Patrick said, placing his hand on the back of Jakes neck and giving it an affectionate squeeze. "Hes a growing boy." Patrick shook his head. "I cant get over how big these guys are getting."
"I cant get over the grocery bills," Matt retorted.
"Whats in the bag, Grandpa?" Tommy referred to a brown paper Dominicks bag.
"Nunya," Jake replied with a mouthful of pizza.
Patrick looked confused.
"It means none of your business," Brian explained. "Nunya for short."
"Well, I didnt know," Tommy whined.
"Its OK, Little Squirt." Jake smirked, knowing he was going to get a rise out of Tommy.
"Shut your hole!" Tommys voice cracked.
"Enough!" Matt put a hasty end to the teasing. "Remember our deal, guys? This is your time to go find something to do for a while. Go on. You can take some pizza with you."
"Bye, Grandpa." "See ya, Grandpa." Jake and Brian took their plates piled with pizza to the basement family room.
"Night Grandpa," Tommy hugged Patrick.
"Oh!" He patted Tommys back. "Theres a good boy. Ill see you soon, son."
"Why dont we move to the living room? Patrick, do you want another beer?" Matt asked.
"Sure, thanks." Patrick seated himself in the recliner with the mysterious paper bag in his lap. Matt handed him a cold Miller Genuine Draft.
Matt and Tim cleared the dining room table and consolidated the leftover pizza - what little there was - into one box. Matt sat first on the couch. When Tim joined him after starting the dishwasher, he sat between Matts legs, pressed his back against Matts chest and rested his head on Matts left shoulder. Matt allowed his hands to explore his lovers chest, but resisted the temptation to slide his hands under his shirt.
"So, how can we help you, Patrick?" Matt asked.
He hesitated. "Well, I was cleaning the other day, and I found these." He reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of pastel colored womens underwear.
Two pairs of eyebrows shot up.
"Those are Tonys?" Tim asked.
"Theyre sure as hell not mine."
Matt and Tim started to laugh. "Im having a little trouble picturing Tony in those."
"Wonder if he wears them under his cop uniform," Tim laughed.
"Guys, this isnt funny."
Unfortunately, Patricks reply sent them into gales of laughter. Before long, Tim and Matt were choking and spluttering.
A blond head appeared at the top of the basement stairs. Patrick comically shoved the handful of underwear he was holding between his thigh and the seat cushion.
Brian ventured into the living room cautiously followed by Jake.
"Whats under there?" Brian pointed to Patricks thigh.
"Underwear," Matt laughed. "Now, please excuse us."
"But, whats so funny?" Jake insisted.
"Shoo!" Tim commanded.
The boys reluctantly left.
"What am I going to do?" Patrick moaned.
"You could open a store," Matt suggested. "Anthonys Underthings. You could give Victorias Secret a run for their money."
"Tim wiped tears from his eyes. "Dad, does he know you found them?"
"Thats the first thing you have to do," Matt, who was still chuckling, explained. "We could talk to him, but if he finds out that we know, hes not going to be very happy." Privately, Matt was thrilled to discover this little tidbit about Tony. Now he had ammunition against him if he ever tried to seduce Tim again.
Patrick considered this and sighed.
Tim finally sobered. "Dad, were not making fun of Tony, really. Everyone has their own fetishes and hang-ups. Its just that ours dont involve going to the lingerie section of Marshall Fields." He started chuckling again and covered his mouth. "Im sorry."
"I think we can pretty well rule out the possibility of Tony being a body double for Madonna in her next video," Matt started to chuckle again.
Patrick finally smiled. "I guess it is kinda funny. I just hope he doesnt expect me to wear them."
Tim grimaced. "The only thing scarier than Tony in ladies underwear is the mental image of you in it."
Matt rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I dont know, Patrick. You might look good in a black teddy."
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