Dead End Love - Chapter Three
Title: Dead End Love - Chapter Three
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/undressing/peeing is...
Disclaimer: screw the disclaimer we know what I'd say.
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes: Still in Pete's POV. Andy's still has his appearance. Enjoy the doctor scene.
Drama Status: Still serious. (And maybe a pinch of subtle humor?)
We weren’t even at the hospital yet when the urge to pee finally kicked
in. My body has been so tired and in so much pain, the urge to pee must
have subsided for a while. And it just decided that this was the
perfect time to resurface. This was one of those moments where I wish
us males weren’t forced to pee out of our tiny little penises.
It hurts so fucking bad.
There was just so much pain that I had tears brimming at the corners. I
wanted to cry in frustration and because it hurt so much. Andy didn’t
ask questions after I threatened him if he stopped the car. It’s nice
he cares about me, but if we stopped so I could pee, I wouldn’t anyway.
I would force myself to keep from peeing if I had to.
It would probably seem idiotic in hindsight, I know, but there was
enough pain as it was. I didn’t want more. But if I tried to hold it in
like I had in the past week, I would have to pee that much more and
it’s even MORE painful. It’s a complete lose-lose situation for me.
I don’t have much of a choice because I know that when I eventually do
pee, it’s gonna hurt so much that I will black out from the pain. I
knew that because it’s happened several times. It’s why Andy set up an
appointment. He had caught me passed out in his bathroom, my fly down,
and there was bloody piss everywhere on the floor. He never really
brought it up after that, but I expected that because he was the one
who cleaned the mess up.
We had that understanding from the start. He could take care of himself
just fine. And I could take care of myself perfectly fine too. He
seemed more gentle around me lately though. He was genuinely worried
about me. And it’s somewhat unusual because he never gets extra
mother-ly over me like he does everyone else. Maybe he was having
sympathy pains. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“…Jesus, Pete.”
I heard him breathe like he does when he sees one of us in pain or so
sore we can barely move. But at this point, I couldn’t talk. I was
spending all my worn energy on keeping myself from pissing inside that
cup. I don’t care about the cup and filling it with pee. I care about
peeing in general. Right now… I needed a fucking bathroom.
I could hear the door open and slam shut. The car shook when I realized
we were stopped. It meant we had reached our destination - The Clinic.
And still, I couldn’t move even though I knew that the pain would go
away now that I was here. I was afraid to move - so afraid that I would
pee another river of pure fire.
And then I felt a strong arm slide under my legs and the other circle
behind my back. I could hear him whispering to me that if I wouldn’t
move, he would carry me. I knew he wasn’t lying, because I felt my own
body weight leave the car.
In an odd sense, between the pain and the feeling of being on the verge
of being free of pain, I felt comforted. Maybe it was because Andy was
there with me, who would lend me his shoulder when I needed it. And I
trusted him enough to not let me down. Something so embarrassing as
this, and he won’t speak a word of it to the others.
“Sir, can I help you?”
“Yeah. We have a nine o’ clock appointment.”
“Take a seat, the doctor will be with you in a minute. You can fill these out while you are waiting.”
I distinctly saw her searching for something on her desk through my
half-lidded and teary eyes. Goddamn nurses. I know they’re doing their
job, but it still pisses me off. You have an appointment for a certain
time and they make you wait an hour and fill out forms while you’re
waiting. It’s the biggest load of crap people have to put up with -
especially when we’re the ones who are paying them to take care of us.
Those forms are okay, they're one of those things you just have to do.
That I can understand. But waiting over an hour when you have an
appointment for a certain time? You might as well as say “Call me when
you’re ready bitch.” If you can’t be ready when you make the
appointment, then make the appointment for the hour you intend it to
be. It’s utter nonsense.
But I shouldn’t be fussing over forms and waiting. I’m here and Andy’s
being my shoulder. In fact, he’s being my second skin right now. I was
aware he asked the nurse to keep the papers so they wouldn’t get lost
while we were in the bathroom. It sounded pretty bad, but right now I
just don’t give a damn. I can hardly stand by myself.
Thank god, Andy was nice enough to lock the door.
“Careful, and stay steady, I don’t want you passing out on me.”
I barely nodded. I didn’t need to say anything, and he knew it. With
semi numb hands I fumbled with the zipper of my jeans. It took me half
a minute to get little Peter ready. That was mostly due to the cup I
was wearing. I felt it drop out of my hands as I felt Andy’s hands hold
my waist, reassuring me I was going to be okay. With a soft sigh, I
felt my head drop back against his shoulder. My weight leaned against
him a little bit and it felt so comfortable. Then I knew what was going
to happen next. My god this was going to be painful.
To the Big Man Upstairs:
Please never ever let Andy or the others experience this. Letting me go through this is enough.
The fire spread from my stomach and down. And my god, when it started,
it was one continuous flow of peeing liquid fire with extreme
prejudice. It felt like it would never end. And I am human enough to
say I cried as I went. It hurt that much. It hurt far more than fucking
without lube - and the after affects with that are horrible.
My hands shook - my entire body shook. I felt the sweat and the tears
blur my vision. I could feel my legs were giving out because of sheer
pain that my body couldn’t process little by little. I was having a
hard time breathing, so it must have sounded like I was half-panting.
I’m sure it looked like I was about to pass out, too because Andy
gripped my hips tighter.
And when the fire finally ended, I let my weight sink back against Andy
completely. I felt the cool tile against my bare arms when he carefully
laid me down. When I felt the cold wet paper towel against my forehead
work its way down around my face, I cracked an eye open and my lips
parted in appreciation.
“You feel a little better?” Andy was being too mother-ly. Something had to be on his mind.
Well… my bladder was empty. That did make me feel better, but that
didn’t console little Peter and the hell he just went through… again. I
don’t think all the apologies in the world could make it better. The
only thing I could hope for is that I didn’t have to pee again for the
rest of the day. And I know that won’t ever happen because everyone
pees more than once a day.
I had to let my body readjust on the floor till some of the pain
subsided enough to allow me to zip back up. I wasn’t going to leave the
bathroom with my fly down. Even if I enjoy being a Porn Ninja to my
friends in Japan, I certainly won’t do that to the people in a
hospital. I do have some standards and they usually seem to kick in
mostly when I’m in pain.
I still had to wait for the doctor when we got back to the waiting
room. It really is ridiculous. I was supposed to see him at nine and it
won’t be until ten or maybe even sometime after ten before he decides
that he wants to take my money. Greedy bastard.
Andy did me the favor of filling out all the forms with the exception
of a few things. They’re almost always the same according to him and
sometimes they have the case of saying the same thing five times,
except they’re only worded differently. Besides that, all the forms are
usually of past medical history, family and insurance stuff. Who cares
about it, they probably don’t even look at it anyway.
By the time my boredom finally hit its high point, the doctor decided
he could see me. But I know better. I won’t hold my breath because we
all know that more waiting is always involved. So we followed the nurse
into the Examining Room where she took my blood pressure and my
temperature. If it read 207º I’d be telling her little Pete sends his
regards that he currently has been trying to get rid of his fever.
“Please undress and put this on.”
So she gave me one of those hospital gown things. I debated whether to
wear it open or closed. Andy suggested for the Doctor’s sake I should
wear it closed, but then he also added that it’d be easier for the
doctor to grope me if I wore it open. We all know I’m such a slut, so
open it was. It was just that undressing was bothersome. Mostly because
it took me forever to get those pants on and I had to take them off. I
should have just put on a pair of Patrick’s pj bottoms; it would have
made things easier, because by the time this is over I have to put the
pants back on. I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Then I made the mistake of hopping up onto the little examining table.
It was fucking cold as ice. I always forget that until I’m sitting on
it. And I’d also like to remind myself that this room is always cold
too. It could be 110º outside and this room would be a freezer in
comparison. There needs to be a happy medium for this room.
“And how are you feeling?”
“Just fucking peachy. I’m peeing out red, liquid fire.”
I know it’s a strange concept, but most people come here if they’re in
pain. It should be obvious that I’m not feeling very well and I’ve had
to endure all this waiting. Either he can help me or not. I’d prefer
the help part.
“Liquid fire?”
What, do I have to repeat myself? Sometimes I swear doctors are like
those mechanical parrots that you can buy and they repeat the last two
words you say.
“How long has this been going on?”
“It’s been a week.”
So he wasted more time with asking me more stupid and obvious
questions. Then of course, more damn waiting and then finally I get
results for what I have. I mean, besides the punctures and scratches,
which I already knew about. He said those would heal up at least by the
end of the month. The probable cause for the urinary infection was
caused because of the punctures. He was concerned about the red meaning
that the infection had reached my kidneys, but nothing turned up there
so it was safe to say that it was possible bacteria in the punctures
that has been the cause. He also said, to be on the safe side, and so
it doesn’t spread and screw my prostate over, that’d I’d have to have
treatment. It’d take longer than when women get treatment for the
infection, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to be healthy.
I got more drugs out of the deal. He said the pills should treat the
infection within about two days. So to be on the safe side, I’ll take
them for four days and I’ll see him next week. That was all right for
me because next week, Patrick has to go back to get the staples taken
out for his knee.
So it was over, just like that. Actually seeing the doctor had been
faster than all the waiting. And in truth, I’m glad it went that fast.
I don’t think I could have waited much longer.
Now we could go home and I was just that much more ecstatic. Since I
was lazy, I took the gown off to put my shirt on, and just wrapped it
around my waist; there was just NO way I was going to go through all
that again for the jeans. Heck no, because when I got back to the
apartment, the first thing that would be taken off would be them. So it
was kind of pointless. Andy didn’t seem to mind anyway. He just warned
me that if I complained about it being cold, it was my fault. I
couldn’t agree with him more.
The trip back had been pretty quiet. It still bugged me that something
had to be on Andy’s mind. But he wasn’t going to say and I wasn’t going
to push. We’re good like that. He knows if something is on his mind and
he wants to talk about it, all he has to do is open his mouth and I’d
listen. Other than that, we wouldn’t pry with one another. It was a
very nice arrangement.
When we got back to the apartment, we both came in quietly. Andy
dropped onto the couch and I shifted slowly back towards Patrick’s
bedroom. And when I got to the doorway, he still looked peaceful. His
skin looked so flushed and it made me grin.
I grinned even more when his eyes lifted, giving me a lazy morning grin.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/undressing/peeing is...
Disclaimer: screw the disclaimer we know what I'd say.
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes: Still in Pete's POV. Andy's still has his appearance. Enjoy the doctor scene.
Drama Status: Still serious. (And maybe a pinch of subtle humor?)
We weren’t even at the hospital yet when the urge to pee finally kicked
in. My body has been so tired and in so much pain, the urge to pee must
have subsided for a while. And it just decided that this was the
perfect time to resurface. This was one of those moments where I wish
us males weren’t forced to pee out of our tiny little penises.
It hurts so fucking bad.
There was just so much pain that I had tears brimming at the corners. I
wanted to cry in frustration and because it hurt so much. Andy didn’t
ask questions after I threatened him if he stopped the car. It’s nice
he cares about me, but if we stopped so I could pee, I wouldn’t anyway.
I would force myself to keep from peeing if I had to.
It would probably seem idiotic in hindsight, I know, but there was
enough pain as it was. I didn’t want more. But if I tried to hold it in
like I had in the past week, I would have to pee that much more and
it’s even MORE painful. It’s a complete lose-lose situation for me.
I don’t have much of a choice because I know that when I eventually do
pee, it’s gonna hurt so much that I will black out from the pain. I
knew that because it’s happened several times. It’s why Andy set up an
appointment. He had caught me passed out in his bathroom, my fly down,
and there was bloody piss everywhere on the floor. He never really
brought it up after that, but I expected that because he was the one
who cleaned the mess up.
We had that understanding from the start. He could take care of himself
just fine. And I could take care of myself perfectly fine too. He
seemed more gentle around me lately though. He was genuinely worried
about me. And it’s somewhat unusual because he never gets extra
mother-ly over me like he does everyone else. Maybe he was having
sympathy pains. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“…Jesus, Pete.”
I heard him breathe like he does when he sees one of us in pain or so
sore we can barely move. But at this point, I couldn’t talk. I was
spending all my worn energy on keeping myself from pissing inside that
cup. I don’t care about the cup and filling it with pee. I care about
peeing in general. Right now… I needed a fucking bathroom.
I could hear the door open and slam shut. The car shook when I realized
we were stopped. It meant we had reached our destination - The Clinic.
And still, I couldn’t move even though I knew that the pain would go
away now that I was here. I was afraid to move - so afraid that I would
pee another river of pure fire.
And then I felt a strong arm slide under my legs and the other circle
behind my back. I could hear him whispering to me that if I wouldn’t
move, he would carry me. I knew he wasn’t lying, because I felt my own
body weight leave the car.
In an odd sense, between the pain and the feeling of being on the verge
of being free of pain, I felt comforted. Maybe it was because Andy was
there with me, who would lend me his shoulder when I needed it. And I
trusted him enough to not let me down. Something so embarrassing as
this, and he won’t speak a word of it to the others.
“Sir, can I help you?”
“Yeah. We have a nine o’ clock appointment.”
“Take a seat, the doctor will be with you in a minute. You can fill these out while you are waiting.”
I distinctly saw her searching for something on her desk through my
half-lidded and teary eyes. Goddamn nurses. I know they’re doing their
job, but it still pisses me off. You have an appointment for a certain
time and they make you wait an hour and fill out forms while you’re
waiting. It’s the biggest load of crap people have to put up with -
especially when we’re the ones who are paying them to take care of us.
Those forms are okay, they're one of those things you just have to do.
That I can understand. But waiting over an hour when you have an
appointment for a certain time? You might as well as say “Call me when
you’re ready bitch.” If you can’t be ready when you make the
appointment, then make the appointment for the hour you intend it to
be. It’s utter nonsense.
But I shouldn’t be fussing over forms and waiting. I’m here and Andy’s
being my shoulder. In fact, he’s being my second skin right now. I was
aware he asked the nurse to keep the papers so they wouldn’t get lost
while we were in the bathroom. It sounded pretty bad, but right now I
just don’t give a damn. I can hardly stand by myself.
Thank god, Andy was nice enough to lock the door.
“Careful, and stay steady, I don’t want you passing out on me.”
I barely nodded. I didn’t need to say anything, and he knew it. With
semi numb hands I fumbled with the zipper of my jeans. It took me half
a minute to get little Peter ready. That was mostly due to the cup I
was wearing. I felt it drop out of my hands as I felt Andy’s hands hold
my waist, reassuring me I was going to be okay. With a soft sigh, I
felt my head drop back against his shoulder. My weight leaned against
him a little bit and it felt so comfortable. Then I knew what was going
to happen next. My god this was going to be painful.
To the Big Man Upstairs:
Please never ever let Andy or the others experience this. Letting me go through this is enough.
The fire spread from my stomach and down. And my god, when it started,
it was one continuous flow of peeing liquid fire with extreme
prejudice. It felt like it would never end. And I am human enough to
say I cried as I went. It hurt that much. It hurt far more than fucking
without lube - and the after affects with that are horrible.
My hands shook - my entire body shook. I felt the sweat and the tears
blur my vision. I could feel my legs were giving out because of sheer
pain that my body couldn’t process little by little. I was having a
hard time breathing, so it must have sounded like I was half-panting.
I’m sure it looked like I was about to pass out, too because Andy
gripped my hips tighter.
And when the fire finally ended, I let my weight sink back against Andy
completely. I felt the cool tile against my bare arms when he carefully
laid me down. When I felt the cold wet paper towel against my forehead
work its way down around my face, I cracked an eye open and my lips
parted in appreciation.
“You feel a little better?” Andy was being too mother-ly. Something had to be on his mind.
Well… my bladder was empty. That did make me feel better, but that
didn’t console little Peter and the hell he just went through… again. I
don’t think all the apologies in the world could make it better. The
only thing I could hope for is that I didn’t have to pee again for the
rest of the day. And I know that won’t ever happen because everyone
pees more than once a day.
I had to let my body readjust on the floor till some of the pain
subsided enough to allow me to zip back up. I wasn’t going to leave the
bathroom with my fly down. Even if I enjoy being a Porn Ninja to my
friends in Japan, I certainly won’t do that to the people in a
hospital. I do have some standards and they usually seem to kick in
mostly when I’m in pain.
I still had to wait for the doctor when we got back to the waiting
room. It really is ridiculous. I was supposed to see him at nine and it
won’t be until ten or maybe even sometime after ten before he decides
that he wants to take my money. Greedy bastard.
Andy did me the favor of filling out all the forms with the exception
of a few things. They’re almost always the same according to him and
sometimes they have the case of saying the same thing five times,
except they’re only worded differently. Besides that, all the forms are
usually of past medical history, family and insurance stuff. Who cares
about it, they probably don’t even look at it anyway.
By the time my boredom finally hit its high point, the doctor decided
he could see me. But I know better. I won’t hold my breath because we
all know that more waiting is always involved. So we followed the nurse
into the Examining Room where she took my blood pressure and my
temperature. If it read 207º I’d be telling her little Pete sends his
regards that he currently has been trying to get rid of his fever.
“Please undress and put this on.”
So she gave me one of those hospital gown things. I debated whether to
wear it open or closed. Andy suggested for the Doctor’s sake I should
wear it closed, but then he also added that it’d be easier for the
doctor to grope me if I wore it open. We all know I’m such a slut, so
open it was. It was just that undressing was bothersome. Mostly because
it took me forever to get those pants on and I had to take them off. I
should have just put on a pair of Patrick’s pj bottoms; it would have
made things easier, because by the time this is over I have to put the
pants back on. I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Then I made the mistake of hopping up onto the little examining table.
It was fucking cold as ice. I always forget that until I’m sitting on
it. And I’d also like to remind myself that this room is always cold
too. It could be 110º outside and this room would be a freezer in
comparison. There needs to be a happy medium for this room.
“And how are you feeling?”
“Just fucking peachy. I’m peeing out red, liquid fire.”
I know it’s a strange concept, but most people come here if they’re in
pain. It should be obvious that I’m not feeling very well and I’ve had
to endure all this waiting. Either he can help me or not. I’d prefer
the help part.
“Liquid fire?”
What, do I have to repeat myself? Sometimes I swear doctors are like
those mechanical parrots that you can buy and they repeat the last two
words you say.
“How long has this been going on?”
“It’s been a week.”
So he wasted more time with asking me more stupid and obvious
questions. Then of course, more damn waiting and then finally I get
results for what I have. I mean, besides the punctures and scratches,
which I already knew about. He said those would heal up at least by the
end of the month. The probable cause for the urinary infection was
caused because of the punctures. He was concerned about the red meaning
that the infection had reached my kidneys, but nothing turned up there
so it was safe to say that it was possible bacteria in the punctures
that has been the cause. He also said, to be on the safe side, and so
it doesn’t spread and screw my prostate over, that’d I’d have to have
treatment. It’d take longer than when women get treatment for the
infection, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to be healthy.
I got more drugs out of the deal. He said the pills should treat the
infection within about two days. So to be on the safe side, I’ll take
them for four days and I’ll see him next week. That was all right for
me because next week, Patrick has to go back to get the staples taken
out for his knee.
So it was over, just like that. Actually seeing the doctor had been
faster than all the waiting. And in truth, I’m glad it went that fast.
I don’t think I could have waited much longer.
Now we could go home and I was just that much more ecstatic. Since I
was lazy, I took the gown off to put my shirt on, and just wrapped it
around my waist; there was just NO way I was going to go through all
that again for the jeans. Heck no, because when I got back to the
apartment, the first thing that would be taken off would be them. So it
was kind of pointless. Andy didn’t seem to mind anyway. He just warned
me that if I complained about it being cold, it was my fault. I
couldn’t agree with him more.
The trip back had been pretty quiet. It still bugged me that something
had to be on Andy’s mind. But he wasn’t going to say and I wasn’t going
to push. We’re good like that. He knows if something is on his mind and
he wants to talk about it, all he has to do is open his mouth and I’d
listen. Other than that, we wouldn’t pry with one another. It was a
very nice arrangement.
When we got back to the apartment, we both came in quietly. Andy
dropped onto the couch and I shifted slowly back towards Patrick’s
bedroom. And when I got to the doorway, he still looked peaceful. His
skin looked so flushed and it made me grin.
I grinned even more when his eyes lifted, giving me a lazy morning grin.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Two
Chapter One