Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2017 15:14:04 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Beaux Thibodaux 24

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*****

"Let's talk about Ha- Ha- Ha- Ha- Hans for a minute, Oncle. AND about
double-dating. AND about me calling Will. AND about--"

"Yep! Tomorrow! Good idea! How about dinner!" How the fuck was I gonna get
outta this one?

*****

Beaux Thibodaux 24: A Very "Very" Day

Sunday/Monday

By Bear Pup

*****

The immediate problem was to ensure that I could get past the next hour or
so without engaging in conversation. That mean I needed a dinner that was
time-consuming and fiddly. Luckily, one of the things we'd gotten at Sage &
Spirit was a bag of very nice dried mushroom (yes, I was extremely careful
in questioning them on precisely *which* mushrooms were in the mix and that
none were in any way magical).

I dumped the mushrooms in hot-hot water and covered then with cling-film,
then set about dicing shallots and pounding out two pieces of veal to the
size of wide dinner plates. I then assembled my pots and pans for the
coming battle. Beaux brooded at me for a while then vanished, much to my
relief.

When the mushrooms were pliable, I drained them and reserved the now-dark
liquor they'd produced, adding it with equal parts chicken stock and white
wine to a teakettle which went to steam gently on the back burner with a
couple grates of nutmeg. Butter went into my tall sauce pan and about half
of the shallots were bubbling away in there moments later. I added the rice
and cooked until the grains started to go pale at the edges, then added
just enough of the liquid from the lightly-steaming teakettle to cover the
top edge of the rice. Stirring about every two minutes and making sure the
heat was never above a bubble and adding liquid only when the last batch
had been absorbed, I went about prepping the rest of the meal.

The veal got a nice dose of salt and pepper then a dusting of flour with a
pinch of sage and was left to sit on a rack. Snap-peas were next, but took
almost no time to clip the end with my thumbnail and pull the
strings. Beaux would drop by on occasion, but just scowled for a minute and
left each time. There is a point when risotto starts to whiten and soften,
my cue to start the rest.

A small pan got half the remaining shallots and the mushrooms, then a shot
of stock before being relegated to a back burner. Veal does best with
minimum handling, so a flash-fry on each side in the cast iron skillet was
all that was required. I moved them to already-warmed plates, lowered the
heat and dumped in the snaps, some butter and the remaining shallots, using
what little faun had come from the veal as the only real flavor other than
some salt and pepper. As soon as the edges changed color, in went the lemon
juice and on went the lid.

The mushrooms went into the risotto when the grains were nearly tender
(yes, I like overcooked risotto; sue me) with the last dash of liquid and I
stirred gently and constantly until I got the consistency I liked then
grated in a ludicrous amount of Romano cheese. I hollered for Beaux as I
plated. The veal was perfect, covering the entire plate with the juices
pooled below. One third of it got covered with the risotto and another
third with the snaps. I slid Beaux his plate as he sat down. He moaned low
and long, reaching for the lemon wedges in the bowl; it was the only thing
needed to make the entire meal pop with flavor.

The dinner went very well, all things considered. The long cooling-off
period and the excellent meal meant Beaux was far less combative and I
sighed with relief...

...for about eight seconds before the phone rang. A glance at Beaux's face
made me pray, for the first time in my life, that the person on the other
end would be a telemarketer. 'Yes! I'd VERY much like to hear about the
advantaged of awnings!'

"This is Kevin. May I help you?"

A deep purr came through, "I've missed your voice all day."

"Me too..." God, I sounded like a schoolgirl.

"I pulled a double or I would have called earlier. I'm dead on my feet but
couldn't stomach the idea of crashing before I talked to you."

"I very am glad you... well. So uh...?"

"By the way, what did you do to Will? He looked like he'd been through half
his own pharmacy. He just smiled dreamily and said, 'Kevin says hi...',
like it was the only thing he could remember."

I laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that was all Beaux."

"Well, tell Beaux that whatever he did worked! So, um, when can, well, do
you want to, uh, can we maybe meet again sometime?"

"I would like that very much. But let's talk later. You sound absolutely
exhausted." He did, too. "Get some sleep and we'll take during the week,
maybe?"

I wasn't honestly sure that he was still completely awake when he hung
up. He murmured, "Oh, that sounds great. G'night, baby." He said... baby!
All my innards melted at once. I felt like a helium balloon, all floaty and
fly-away.... again for about eight seconds until I caught Beaux's smirk.

"Just stay calm? Nice of him to call? Just let this be simple and easy? Be
all cool and collected? That you being cool and collected, Oncle? You
didn't mention I was supposed to blush pink and look like I was gonna fall
over." Beaux was enjoying this waaaaaay too much.

"Just so you'll know, what you said to Will this afternoon?" Beaux's face
went white, then red. "Well, apparently, he looked like he'd been hit over
the head all day at work. Hans said, and I quote, 'tell Beaux that whatever
he did worked,' and Will 'looked like he'd been through half his own
pharmacy.' And I'll blush as I please, young man. Apparently, though, we
both got through last night's party quite well, and made a great
impression... on at least two of them anyway." I giggled, which seemed to
startle Beaux until he joined. We ended up reading for a while then going
to bed.

Morning dawned and, for some reason, the Tala Torture just didn't hurt as
much that morning. I even pushed myself to make up for slacking the day
before. We again steam-showered together before breakfasting on granola and
yoghurt, which Beaux had converted me to the previous Thursday, and a meal
of which Tala wholeheartedly approved.

I set an alarm for 9:00 as Beaux set to his homework and I to mine. We both
scowled at the little clock when it went off, trying to figure out why some
damned little box was interrupting us. Yes, Beaux had plenty of Faolan
genes in there. Beaux's scowl turned murderous when I reminded him that he
needed to call Will back.

"Non. Un point c'est tout. Not going to happen. I ain't picking up that
phone, me!"

I sighed. "It's okay, Beaux. I understand. It's a *very* big step. You
don't have to." He only relaxed marginally, knowing that something was
up. "I just feel so very bad for Will."

"For WILL?!?"

"Well, of course. Will sitting there, waiting for you to call. Checking the
phone every few minutes to see if it's really working. And just," deep
sigh, "nothing. I mean, it's a really big effort for you to dial, what,
seven digits? Say hello? Be nice? I'm sure he won't *really* mind sitting
there for hours and hours, so very, very long... waiting, wondering. I
know; it's just too much to ask--"

"Oh, shut up, you." He was clearly furious and also trying not to laugh,
which made him even madder.  He punched the numbers so hard I saw him wince
once. "This is Beaux, Will." His scowl melted instantly.

"Oh, no, Will. My Oncle was just being a, well, never mind. No, of course
I'm not upset. I miss talking to you, too." Beaux turned fully away and
lowered him voice. "And you're silly. That's so... why... no, now,
hush. You're sweet. Yes, I really want to see you again. Hans called
Kevin," he turned to smirk at me, "and my Oncle was just floating around
like a butterfly after. It was the funniest thing. Yes, I'm betting that's
why he said double-date. Yes, I promise to call when we know when. Yes, I
miss you; of course I do. You get some sleep now, cher. Bye."

Yep, the whole Faolan-gene thing was in full swing. We had matching
narrow-eyed challenge-glares for each other as the call ended.

"You know, Beaux, I love you deeply and that will never change. But you can
be a real prick sometimes."

"Well, Oncle, I guess that means you been teaching me real well." I could
not help but laugh aloud as he strutted off to the restroom.

The rest of the morning flew by and I broke at noon to start lunch. Nothing
special today, just a clean salad with a couple grilled chicken breasts and
parmesan dressing. Afterwards, I reviewed Beaux's morning work as he
tackled the next task. Around 2:00, we dressed (both rather reluctantly) to
head to our weekly purgatorial appointment with Dr Silvers.

We were about halfway there when I realized that I was about to be in
trouble. I groaned and Beaux asked the problem.

"I was told you had to know about oral *and anal* sex before today! He's
gonna be all, you know, about it."

"Oh, I dunno, Oncle. Let's just see..." He had a small smile that worried
me more than Dr Silvers!

We got there nearly fifteen minutes early and a very disgruntled teen,
perhaps a year younger than Beaux, stormed out, followed by a fearful
looking man who must have been his father. Dr Silvers was there, speaking
softly and comfortingly to the father who finally turned and left. There
was real sadness on the young doctor's face as the pair left. He sighed and
turned to us. "Gentlemen, it will be just a few minutes."

True to his word, he was only gone perhaps five minutes before he was back
and ushered us into his office. We sat as we had several times, with Beaux
on one end of the couch and me on the other. "Well, let's start with
homework. Beaux, do you feel that you're comfortable with what oral and
anal sex entails?"

"Oral, yessir, but not Anal." I saw the 'angry teacher' look coming but
Beaux cut him off without a thought. "We focused on how to survive a party
instead. Kevin took me to my very first cocktail party and I met all sorts
of people, including one who actually called me back! I was so shocked!"

"Well, Kevin, I have to say that I *am* impressed. Not only did you get
Beaux to socialize, it sounds like he actually enjoyed it." I just smiled
at Beaux.

"Oh, God, I was so nervous I thought I'd die! I almost got sick all over
the car on the way. But Hans, you know Hans, he was so nice and Kevin made
sure that everything went okay."

"So, I have to ask even though it's probably none of my business. Which one
of you has Hans so distracted lately? You, Beaux, or you uncle?"

"Turns out he has the hunger for my Oncle, but he's so nice. And I don't
mind, really. I found somebody I like even better, I think..."

"We'll get to that later, when Kevin and his near-lethal blush are at a
safer distance. So you understand the mechanics of a blow job?"

"Yessir, and I was able to get Barry -- do you know Barry? Kevin's friend
what cleans the house and all? -- to, um," Beaux blushed deeply, "give me a
much better understanding."

Dr Silvers laughed outright. "Well, you've certainly taken to your new
world, Beaux! Kevin, why don't you wait outside while I chat with Beaux. I
will say this, though: You get a gold star today."

I retired at speed and settled into my book before anything could go
wrong. It seemed all too short a time when he came back. Beaux was
scowling. Uh oh.

"Tell me about the appointment with Dr Baskin."

"Um, well, it's set for day after tomorrow."

"And why not sooner?"

"I, uh, well, we got distracted. With Beaux's schooling started and all the
other stuff happening--"

"You blew it off. You know, you can simply tell me stuff. It's not like I
can send you to bed without supper. Oh, speaking of which, telling Beaux
that he could have lunch only if he was 'ready to be a civil human being
again'?" I started to puff up in defense. "Excellent job." My jaw dropped
and Beaux steamed. "A healthy boy like Beaux won't die from missing a
couple of meals, and an empty stomach is a damned fine teaching aid. It is
one of the few 'old school' punishments that I condone.

"Regardless, I am very unhappy that you delayed. Julia is a superb
counsellor and giving Beaux half the facts on sexuality is both unhealthy
and unfair. On the other hand, I want to tell you that I heartily approve
of both your restrictions and conditions on Beaux's association with Will,
and with the association in general. I don't know Will, but Beaux seems
very interested." I was slightly floored. I did TWO things right?

"Your instincts, though, are important, Kevin. Don't let this move to fast
or too far. Barry is a friend giving a {smirk/eyebrow-waggle} helping
hand. Will sounds like he and Beaux might form an actual bond, perhaps a
relationship. You are old enough to make sure it has a chance to develop
and not become a sex-for-sex's-sake event. As you can see from Beaux's
posture and expression, he is less than thrilled with this, which makes me
pretty sure it's a good call to slow things down a bit. Think high school
dance instead of Studio 54." I smiled at that a little and Dr Silvers
noticed.

"If he puts up a fuss, you have my number. If he REALLY puts up a fuss, I
suggest you give him a day or two of dry salad, bread and milk. No one can
starve on such a diet and the roughage might do him as much good as the
lesson itself."

The look on Beaux's face was priceless. I could see him thinking of the
card he had with Judge Bank's number, then considering what the
hard-shelled, soft-hearted and no-nonsense judge would make of such a
complaint. That he considered this torture of the first degree and utterly
beyond the realms of civilized behavior was clear. If you'd asked him in
that moment whom to feed to the gators first, Dr Silvers would have given
Tala a run for his money.

"Now, the same goes with Dr Baskin. I'll be talking to Julia Wednesday
night. If I find out that Beaux failed to appear for any reason short of
hospitalization or death, I will issue a written prescription that says
Beaux gets not a single dash of herbs, spices, salt, pepper or sauce on
*anything* for a week, and no meat, sweets, butter or cheese either." Beaux
literally gasped at that.

"And you, Kevin, WILL be explaining the mechanics of anal sex to Beaux in
the next week. If you don't, I can't exactly threaten you with dire dietary
consequences. I can, however, call this Tala person and calmly explain, one
professional to another, that you have chosen to slack off on Beaux's
education and ask if he has any ideas that might help me with the two of
you."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me." There was a steely glint there that I knew meant he was actually
relishing the thought. Damn. I fucking hate smart people.

"Lastly, and you're both going to hate this one, I want you to find out the
names of the two young men around Beaux's age from the party and see if
they might be willing to do some joint activity. Maybe bowling, though I
think it's out of fashion. I want Beaux to start socializing with people
his own age and they are the perfect place to start.

"Kevin, make sure it happens, please. Beaux, be nice and also find out if
they have other friends you might meet, boys *and girls*. I know you can be
nice and charming to strangers; you proved that at the party. For the first
couple times, it's fine if Kevin goes, but I want you also to make some
friends that you meet or invite over without Kevin hanging around. We can't
have you turning Kevin into some sort of life preserver that you cling
to. Do you understand what I'm asking? Good enough; I speak 'Grunt' and
take that as a yes.

"Kevin, I want to know that Beaux has spent time with at least a couple
people his age by the next appointment or a damned good reason he
hasn't. And," he added a little singsong to his voice, "'I just didn't get
to it' is, to be clear, NOT a good reason. So, any questions before I wrap
this up?"

"Um, can I, um... Oh, hell. Beaux, I have a question I'm embarrassed to ask
in front of you. I promise to tell you after, but can I have a minute with
Dr Silvers, if it's okay with you, too, doctor?"

Beaux was out the door before I could blink and Dr Silvers just chuckled
and said, "I guess that's a 'yes'. What can I do for you, Kevin."

"How the FUCK do I teach him about anal sex?!?" I nearly exploded and he
just smiled wider. "No! Don't you go smiling like that. What do I tell him?
It's not like anyone taught ME. I don't know what to say!"

"Okay, just to be clear I am not a medical doctor and if you hyperventilate
I have to call an ambulance like anyone else, so please breath a teensy bit
slower? Now, Beaux tells me that you have a 'funny-shaped' showerhead in
your bathroom's tub? I assume from his description -- and your sudden
approach to a fainting spell when I mention it -- that it's an enema hose?
You clean up before a big date, obviously, or you wouldn't have it in your
bathroom. Start there.

"You know, and this isn't going to make you any happier, you sound very
much like a chicken when you splutter like that. Good, at least you're back
to awareness enough to get pissed off. Kevin, as far as I can tell, Beaux
has no significant body modesty or taboos. This is entirely you,
Kevin. You're not worried about offending or even shocking Beaux, but about
your reaction to showing him this. That sex is often dirty and nasty and
messy is something he'll learn quick, so he might as well learn it from
you.

"You asked my advice. Here it is: Clean yourself out, help Beaux do the
same, then walk him through lube, relaxing the sphincter and massaging the
prostate. We both know from his original appointment with Rob that he has a
very sensitive one and will thoroughly enjoy the exercise. And before your
head explodes, I am damned sure you've had your finger up more butts than
the average proctologist, so don't look at me like that. I am not
suggesting that you two fuck; far from it. But at least let him know what
the moving parts do."

"You done forgot how to start it?" Beaux's voice came through the cotton
wool. I turned to him. We were in the Celica. Fuck if I knew how I got
there. I reached down and turned the key. "So, what you and Silvers talk
about? You just sorta wandered out to the car, got in and you been sitting
there for near five minutes, Oncle. You okay?" I just blinked at him for a
moment and drove.

"Actually, I don't honestly know. But tonight's talk will be very, um,
well... It will be very... just 'very' really."

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