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roxySummer Story
Whit trotted slowly up the drive, grinning at the sight of Pete and Mike hanging out on the front porch steps. Cool. He was sweating and puffing from his run—he figured if he was going into the service he’d be in halfway good shape—not that he was in bad shape but…
He felt pretty good actually. He’d gotten a call from Charlie and made plans to get together, that always made him feel good. Whit slipped the towel from around his neck and rubbed it across his face to hide his grin and blush. Yeah, real good. He smiled at the guys as he came up to the porch.
“Brothers. How are we this fine mother fucking morning?”
Pete snorted and rolled his eyes. “Umm-humm. *We* are just fine, cause we’re not stinking’ and drippy. You, on the other hand….” Pete waved his hand in front of his face.
Mike grinned.
Whit grinned back. “Mike, good to see you, at least. What’re you doing home?”
“Helping Sam move back, I’m thinking,” he answered and leaned back on his elbows.
Whit froze. Shit. “You’re kidding. Move back as in move in?” —what the fuck?
Pete nodded. “As in third room down the hall move in, sharing the bathroom with even more folks move in.”
Whit dropped down onto the stair. “No. I don’t want to be in the same house with Sam.”
Pete looked offended. “Oh, ‘scuse the hell out of us-- you can always hide out at the Kent’s until he leaves again—oh wait! Lex is there. Well, maybe they’ll let you sleep in the barn.” Pete glowered at Whit and shifted away from him on the step.
Whit looked at Pete. What the hell was his problem? “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—well, I might not be here all that long anyway. I’m thinking of enlisting.”
Both Mike and Pete looked surprised.
“Wow, really Whit? Damn!” Pete began, stopped suddenly and frowned at Whit, “Hey, you’re not doing it just ‘cause Charlie’s a Marine, are you?” he asked.
Mike looked over at him, waiting for him to answer.
He laughed. “No, I’m not stupid-it’s not like that with Charlie anyway—we’re just friends, you know-- friends with benifits, that’s all.”
Pete made a face. “Ew. Thanks, I can live without that visual picture…even though, sweet if you can get it that way I guess…” Whit laughed and Pete smirked, trying to look serious and failing. Before they could go on, Mike cut in with a dry cough. “We were talking about the service, gentlemen…”
“Yeah—From talking to Charlie, I just think it’s the best option I have right now. I can go to school, I’ll be paid, benefits--”
“Like the danger of getting killed in foreign places, don’t-ask-don’t tell, a homophobic commander in chief…” Pete ticked his points off on his fingers. “I’m not trying to stop you Whit, I just want you to be sure of what you’re doing.”
Mike cut his eyes to Pete and frowned. “Pete’s got valid points there, Whitney. If you’ve talked to Charlie about it, I’m sure he’s told you it’s not easy. Still, you make your own choice, you’re not a minor anymore.” He stood and gave Whit a long look before speaking again. “Think hard about making that decision—you might find things have changed.” He smiled briefly, before going into the house.
Pete stared at him. “Whit. You’re not running from him are you, or us…are you running from us?”
“No! No, Pete-- I honestly think the service would be good for me. I need to get away from all this—start over again, and maybe do it right this time, you know?”
Pete nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want you to go away though.” He looked in Whit’s eyes. “I really don’t want you to leave.”
Whit laughed. Pete, I’m not leaving tomorrow!. Besides, in a few months, you’ll be gone, all you guys. What am I going to do? Sit around Mom’s house all day? Drive Dad Ross into a frenzy?”
Pete groaned. “Why won’t you let them help you get into school? They can you know--”
“Pete—my fucking grades aren’t taking me anywhere.” He closed his eyes and sincerely wished that Pete would drop it—his stomach was clenched just a little and his previous good mood nearly evaporated.
“But you can fix it Whit—you’ve got time, you can pull your grades up, you know, you could go to the community college….”
Whit sighed. “I’ve gotten this same speech from Red and Clark and Lana and Mom Ross.”
“Yeah, because it’s a good idea. Okay. Just think about it first, okay? Don’t be influenced by a hot guy in uniform. Yes, fuck you Whit, he was hot looking.” Pete crossed his arms over his chest and waited for it.
“Aw, Pete, your first straight boy crush!” he punched Pete in the shoulder. “I’m so touched. I feel like I’ve watched an angel get his wings.”
Pete cracked up—“Shut the fuck up!” he flipped Whit off before jumping to his feet.
Whit grinned up at him and shook his head, “Wow, I’m going to have to rat you out to Clark—this language of yours! Tsk! What a potty mouth.”
The front door opened and Abbie stood there, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “You know I could hear you boys all the way from the kitchen? You--”she fixed Pete with an icy stare. “Need to watch that mouth.” Her eyes pinned Whit next. “And you—oh, we’re going to have a nice little chat, we are-- Mr. Done Lost His damn Mind.”
Pete edged past his mom, and when she made a move towards him, dashed into the house. She watched him run and turned to Whit, a smile on her face, her eyes gleaming. “I can’t help it—it makes me laugh sometimes.” She shook her head. “That’s mean, isn’t it?” She looked at Whit with mock contrition and it startled a laugh out of him.
“Mom Ross! You did that on purpose—just to make him run?” He giggled again and she sat next to him.
“Sometimes,” she smiled, and then looked Whit up and down thoughtfully before going on. “You and I are going to have that chat. But first—I have to say…”
Whit steeled himself for a lecture and all she said was, “I don’t want you to leave.” She came over to where he sat and kissed the top of his head. “I want to keep you for a while yet.” she smiled, and patted his shoulder. Whit stood still as she went into the house, stunned and…happy.
Yes, more after a bit,my darlings.
Whit trotted slowly up the drive, grinning at the sight of Pete and Mike hanging out on the front porch steps. Cool. He was sweating and puffing from his run—he figured if he was going into the service he’d be in halfway good shape—not that he was in bad shape but…
He felt pretty good actually. He’d gotten a call from Charlie and made plans to get together, that always made him feel good. Whit slipped the towel from around his neck and rubbed it across his face to hide his grin and blush. Yeah, real good. He smiled at the guys as he came up to the porch.
“Brothers. How are we this fine mother fucking morning?”
Pete snorted and rolled his eyes. “Umm-humm. *We* are just fine, cause we’re not stinking’ and drippy. You, on the other hand….” Pete waved his hand in front of his face.
Mike grinned.
Whit grinned back. “Mike, good to see you, at least. What’re you doing home?”
“Helping Sam move back, I’m thinking,” he answered and leaned back on his elbows.
Whit froze. Shit. “You’re kidding. Move back as in move in?” —what the fuck?
Pete nodded. “As in third room down the hall move in, sharing the bathroom with even more folks move in.”
Whit dropped down onto the stair. “No. I don’t want to be in the same house with Sam.”
Pete looked offended. “Oh, ‘scuse the hell out of us-- you can always hide out at the Kent’s until he leaves again—oh wait! Lex is there. Well, maybe they’ll let you sleep in the barn.” Pete glowered at Whit and shifted away from him on the step.
Whit looked at Pete. What the hell was his problem? “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—well, I might not be here all that long anyway. I’m thinking of enlisting.”
Both Mike and Pete looked surprised.
“Wow, really Whit? Damn!” Pete began, stopped suddenly and frowned at Whit, “Hey, you’re not doing it just ‘cause Charlie’s a Marine, are you?” he asked.
Mike looked over at him, waiting for him to answer.
He laughed. “No, I’m not stupid-it’s not like that with Charlie anyway—we’re just friends, you know-- friends with benifits, that’s all.”
Pete made a face. “Ew. Thanks, I can live without that visual picture…even though, sweet if you can get it that way I guess…” Whit laughed and Pete smirked, trying to look serious and failing. Before they could go on, Mike cut in with a dry cough. “We were talking about the service, gentlemen…”
“Yeah—From talking to Charlie, I just think it’s the best option I have right now. I can go to school, I’ll be paid, benefits--”
“Like the danger of getting killed in foreign places, don’t-ask-don’t tell, a homophobic commander in chief…” Pete ticked his points off on his fingers. “I’m not trying to stop you Whit, I just want you to be sure of what you’re doing.”
Mike cut his eyes to Pete and frowned. “Pete’s got valid points there, Whitney. If you’ve talked to Charlie about it, I’m sure he’s told you it’s not easy. Still, you make your own choice, you’re not a minor anymore.” He stood and gave Whit a long look before speaking again. “Think hard about making that decision—you might find things have changed.” He smiled briefly, before going into the house.
Pete stared at him. “Whit. You’re not running from him are you, or us…are you running from us?”
“No! No, Pete-- I honestly think the service would be good for me. I need to get away from all this—start over again, and maybe do it right this time, you know?”
Pete nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want you to go away though.” He looked in Whit’s eyes. “I really don’t want you to leave.”
Whit laughed. Pete, I’m not leaving tomorrow!. Besides, in a few months, you’ll be gone, all you guys. What am I going to do? Sit around Mom’s house all day? Drive Dad Ross into a frenzy?”
Pete groaned. “Why won’t you let them help you get into school? They can you know--”
“Pete—my fucking grades aren’t taking me anywhere.” He closed his eyes and sincerely wished that Pete would drop it—his stomach was clenched just a little and his previous good mood nearly evaporated.
“But you can fix it Whit—you’ve got time, you can pull your grades up, you know, you could go to the community college….”
Whit sighed. “I’ve gotten this same speech from Red and Clark and Lana and Mom Ross.”
“Yeah, because it’s a good idea. Okay. Just think about it first, okay? Don’t be influenced by a hot guy in uniform. Yes, fuck you Whit, he was hot looking.” Pete crossed his arms over his chest and waited for it.
“Aw, Pete, your first straight boy crush!” he punched Pete in the shoulder. “I’m so touched. I feel like I’ve watched an angel get his wings.”
Pete cracked up—“Shut the fuck up!” he flipped Whit off before jumping to his feet.
Whit grinned up at him and shook his head, “Wow, I’m going to have to rat you out to Clark—this language of yours! Tsk! What a potty mouth.”
The front door opened and Abbie stood there, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “You know I could hear you boys all the way from the kitchen? You--”she fixed Pete with an icy stare. “Need to watch that mouth.” Her eyes pinned Whit next. “And you—oh, we’re going to have a nice little chat, we are-- Mr. Done Lost His damn Mind.”
Pete edged past his mom, and when she made a move towards him, dashed into the house. She watched him run and turned to Whit, a smile on her face, her eyes gleaming. “I can’t help it—it makes me laugh sometimes.” She shook her head. “That’s mean, isn’t it?” She looked at Whit with mock contrition and it startled a laugh out of him.
“Mom Ross! You did that on purpose—just to make him run?” He giggled again and she sat next to him.
“Sometimes,” she smiled, and then looked Whit up and down thoughtfully before going on. “You and I are going to have that chat. But first—I have to say…”
Whit steeled himself for a lecture and all she said was, “I don’t want you to leave.” She came over to where he sat and kissed the top of his head. “I want to keep you for a while yet.” she smiled, and patted his shoulder. Whit stood still as she went into the house, stunned and…happy.
Yes, more after a bit,my darlings.
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1/28/05 01:10 am (UTC)This part cracked me up! Pete's first straight boy crush, and then his mom messing with his mind! LOL!
Can't wait to see Whit and Sam's next meeting.
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1/28/05 04:04 am (UTC)Hee! I love it when you laugh...you know, when you're supposed to, *koff*
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1/28/05 05:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
1/28/05 05:54 am (UTC)*sniffle* again!
1/28/05 09:51 am (UTC)*sigh*
*hugs*
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1/28/05 02:56 pm (UTC)“Aw, Pete, your first straight boy crush!” he punched Pete in the shoulder. “I’m so touched. I feel like I’ve watched an angel get his wings.”
Wheeeeee!!
Hehehe. Hilarious.
And Mom Ross! Yay!
*bounce*
And Sam. Ack.
*pets Whit*
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1/29/05 03:49 am (UTC)Oh, what ever will become of this boy? Someone needs to tie him up and keep him in a closet and feed him cake and *not* let him get his fool self kilt.
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2/1/05 10:24 pm (UTC)Go, Mom Ross!! Hee!
Frankly, I don't see how she could avoid wanting to tease any of her boys - they're freaking hilarious!
Not to mention scared as bejeebus of her. *G*
It's cool that Whit's all into starting over and stuff, but he really *doesn't* have what you might call a "following orders well" type of personality. He oughta give that some serious thought.