Accustomed to raising kids and it seemed he often found himself playing doctor rather than being the lover, to men with too much baggage.”
“So you’re saying I’m just another head case for him to mother over?” Cliff forced himself to look away.
“No. There’s nothing about you he needs to fix. He just sees you on the same level as him.” Sasha twisted looking squarely at him now. “You see Pyotr’s life was… put on hold because he was left with ten Kimmi’s to take care of. He relates with you, but that he gets to mother hen Kimmi at the same time makes him feel good. No—” he shook his head a moment, that was wrong, “—he feels much more.” Sasha stopped then his fingers wiping at his eyes, but Cliff wasn’t sure if it was just the sun or if there had been a threat of tears. Sasha got up and opened one of the organizer drawers in the ambulance and pulled out a bandage. “Will you do me a favor when you see him tonight?”
“Sure.”
“I hurt him when he was just here.” He took a deep breath then shoved the band-aid out towards Cliff. “Will you give this to him? Tell him I’m sorry.” He turned and stepped away.
“What happened to your parents?” Cliff quickly asked before Sasha could disappear and he slowly stepped out of the truck, carefully as if any sudden movement might cause Sasha to take off.
Sasha stopped, his head hung low, eyes staring into nothingness on the concrete floor, “March 14 1999 NATO moved in with their air strikes and bombed our country over the next four months. We never heard from our family again.” He glanced over his shoulder at him. “Go on. Go home to Pyotr. I’ll take care of the paper work.” And then he disappeared down the hall.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cliff couldn’t get home fast enough, his whole body tingled. If Kimmi were sitting next to him right now she’d say he had ants in his pants. He grinned. The man sitting across from him on the bus shot him a disgruntled look. Maybe he was grinning too much for New York, but he didn’t care. Six more stops and a dash down 79 th street and he’d be in Pyotr’s arms. He glanced at his watch. Unbelievable, a fifteen minute drive took an hour on the bus. Maybe it was time to start looking into a car or at least a small motorcycle. Before it never seemed to matter. The ride home was time for him to shift from work to taking care of Kimmi from one ailing injured person to his ailing sister. The long bus ride was the only time he had for himself outside of hanging out at Club Pain.
But now his lover was waiting for him. Lover . His grin deepened further. He’d never had a lover. The occasional short affairs, but any time he met a girl they couldn’t handle not being the center of his world and it never lasted. Pyotr was different. Family was meant to be the central core of a person’s life. Anyone else you added to it, instead of diverting your attention from it. And Pyotr was a man. His smile slowly turning to something of a more saucy note. And he could feel the heat rise in his face.
Yes —Pyotr was a man—all man—tall, stout and very debonair. Cliff felt his breathe deepen and his cocked throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on the man who was waiting for him there.
The bus slowed, breaks hissed with a squawlering screech of worn down mechanical parts until it came to a complete stop. Yes! 79 th street.
Cliff jumped from his seat and hopped off the bus and instantly took off in a run, one block and two houses was all he had to get behind him.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Pyotr was in the kitchen den sitting on the day bed with Kimmi when Cliff came rushing in. They were sipping tea which meant she had just finished eating and he’d prepared the tea to help settle her stomach so she wouldn’t lose her meal. Kimmi wore a delightful smile, she liked Pyotr’s company, anyone who came by and spent time with
“So you’re saying I’m just another head case for him to mother over?” Cliff forced himself to look away.
“No. There’s nothing about you he needs to fix. He just sees you on the same level as him.” Sasha twisted looking squarely at him now. “You see Pyotr’s life was… put on hold because he was left with ten Kimmi’s to take care of. He relates with you, but that he gets to mother hen Kimmi at the same time makes him feel good. No—” he shook his head a moment, that was wrong, “—he feels much more.” Sasha stopped then his fingers wiping at his eyes, but Cliff wasn’t sure if it was just the sun or if there had been a threat of tears. Sasha got up and opened one of the organizer drawers in the ambulance and pulled out a bandage. “Will you do me a favor when you see him tonight?”
“Sure.”
“I hurt him when he was just here.” He took a deep breath then shoved the band-aid out towards Cliff. “Will you give this to him? Tell him I’m sorry.” He turned and stepped away.
“What happened to your parents?” Cliff quickly asked before Sasha could disappear and he slowly stepped out of the truck, carefully as if any sudden movement might cause Sasha to take off.
Sasha stopped, his head hung low, eyes staring into nothingness on the concrete floor, “March 14 1999 NATO moved in with their air strikes and bombed our country over the next four months. We never heard from our family again.” He glanced over his shoulder at him. “Go on. Go home to Pyotr. I’ll take care of the paper work.” And then he disappeared down the hall.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cliff couldn’t get home fast enough, his whole body tingled. If Kimmi were sitting next to him right now she’d say he had ants in his pants. He grinned. The man sitting across from him on the bus shot him a disgruntled look. Maybe he was grinning too much for New York, but he didn’t care. Six more stops and a dash down 79 th street and he’d be in Pyotr’s arms. He glanced at his watch. Unbelievable, a fifteen minute drive took an hour on the bus. Maybe it was time to start looking into a car or at least a small motorcycle. Before it never seemed to matter. The ride home was time for him to shift from work to taking care of Kimmi from one ailing injured person to his ailing sister. The long bus ride was the only time he had for himself outside of hanging out at Club Pain.
But now his lover was waiting for him. Lover . His grin deepened further. He’d never had a lover. The occasional short affairs, but any time he met a girl they couldn’t handle not being the center of his world and it never lasted. Pyotr was different. Family was meant to be the central core of a person’s life. Anyone else you added to it, instead of diverting your attention from it. And Pyotr was a man. His smile slowly turning to something of a more saucy note. And he could feel the heat rise in his face.
Yes —Pyotr was a man—all man—tall, stout and very debonair. Cliff felt his breathe deepen and his cocked throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on the man who was waiting for him there.
The bus slowed, breaks hissed with a squawlering screech of worn down mechanical parts until it came to a complete stop. Yes! 79 th street.
Cliff jumped from his seat and hopped off the bus and instantly took off in a run, one block and two houses was all he had to get behind him.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Pyotr was in the kitchen den sitting on the day bed with Kimmi when Cliff came rushing in. They were sipping tea which meant she had just finished eating and he’d prepared the tea to help settle her stomach so she wouldn’t lose her meal. Kimmi wore a delightful smile, she liked Pyotr’s company, anyone who came by and spent time with
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