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dreamlikenewyork2013-10-03 09:04 pm
aussielawyer) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2013-10-03 09:04 pm
"I've got to be me now..."
Who: Mark Campbell and Justin Carlisle
What: Like father, like son
Where: Campbell/Hart/Carlisle apartment, NYC
When: Night following THIS
As soon as Mark heard that 'Dad' word break through his sleep, he was awake and fumbling for the light. He was aware that Gen was out like a light next to him and that they were both naked, so there was some pretty tricky multi-tasking when he made sure the covers were over them both when he turned the lamp on the lowest setting. He was squinting against the light, trying to get his brain to wake up fro what had been a pretty sound sleep for once. Justin was standing there in the doorway of his bedroom in his pyjamas. "What's up, mate? You okay?" he asked in concern. He had no idea why Justin would be looking for him at... 2.33am, according to his alarm clock. Especially considering he had a friend staying over with him that night too. Had they had a fight or something? Jesus, Mark wasn't used to this sort of thing. Jamie wasn't old enough for sleepovers and the little girl slept like a log.
"My stomach hurts," Justin admitted in a mumble. Things with Will had actually been pretty cool. He still wasn't exactly sure how they went from Justin being irked to see him in Central Park and wanting to kick Toby's ass, but they had talked. Really talked, and neither of them had really wanted it to end. But the couple of hours time frame his dad had given him to come home arrived and Justin didn't want him to think he was out causing more shit. That was when he had invited Will over, initially suggesting dinner but kicking up the level to sleeping over. Neither were certain of anything beyond the fact they weren't pissed off at each other anymore, and that whether Justin was ready to admit it, he really wanted to kiss Will again.
They had stayed up really late, but eventually fell asleep together in Justin's bed. Now Justin had woken up after a nightmare, which he thankfully hadn't woken Will up with. Will slept like a light and Justin actually gave him a slight poke in the shoulder to make sure he was breathing because Justin had woken himself shouting in his sleep. It was probably the whole post-cancer thing. Will probably had a lot of sleep to catch up on with being that sick. Justin was sweaty and when he sat there trying to calm himself down, he realised his stomach was upset. It was just a different sort of upset than usual. It just hurt, and it felt like it was getting worse. That was when he got up to go get his dad in case he was about to drop dead from taking drugs or something.
Mark still had the predicament over the fact he was starkers under the bed covers. He glanced briefly at Gen, who was still sleeping, and he sat up, making sure the covers were still over his lap so he could grab his pyjama pants to pull them on. Once he was decent, he turned the light off again and went over to Justin to feel his forehead for any temperature. His cheeks felt warm but there wasn't a fever. Oh god, if the kid was about to tell him he and Will just had sex, Mark wasn't sure he was prepared for that. He had already spent basically the entire evening since Justin asked if Will could stay over contemplating whether he should give the kid a box of condoms. He had decided against it when Gen gently suggested that maybe doing it in private when Will wasn't here would be a better option, and that if there was anything... progressing in Justin's bedroom behind the closed door with Will, Will's father or even Luke probably had already made sure he had what he needed. Of course, she didn't deviously add that Justin could probably use The Talk from his father sooner rather than later because he might not have had it before. Mark had just paled ever-so-slightly and nodded in bewilderment. But Gen had experience with teenage gay guys growing up with Paris. Mark only had James, who rooted anything with a pulse, so it really wasn't the same thing.
He guided Justin out to the living room, turning a couple of lights on as he went. "What kind of hurt, kiddo? Sore or sick like you want throw up?" he asked and then once they were sitting together on the sofa, he found himself combing Justin's strawberry blonde hair down and out of his eyes so he could see his face. "Or are you just nervous about seeing the doctor tomorrow?" he added gently.
"Maybe," Justin admitted, because the whole thing had been playing on his mind ever since he was told he needed to see one. "I hate doctors. The last few ones I've been to all thought I was faking to get out of school. The school nurse thought the same thing. Maybe I did a couple of times after I got beat up because I didn't want to be there, but that was it. The other times I wasn't. Maybe felt sick or had a headache and couldn't concentrate. I just don't like doctors. What if he go to this guy tomorrow and he doesn't listen to me either? And what if I've, like, fucked myself up with all the drugs and booze, and I'm gonna die or something, and he doesn't find it because he's not listening to me? Doctors just seem like wankers. I mean, not Uncle Sam, he seems real cool. Looks scarily like you, but still cool. And Will said he knows this really cool doctor too who is his friend now. But I still hate them." His stomach wasn't doing anything to feel better right now, and it was full of even more knots thinking about this. The only time he hadn't been thinking about it was when he and Will had made out earlier... made out a lot.
Mark smirked a little at the comment about Sam looking like him. He was used to being an identical twin, and everyone in their life was used to it, even if Sam had been absent overseas with Doctors Without Borders for years. But to Justin, just coming into their life like this, it had to be a bit of a mindfuck for him to realise that another guy looked identical to his dad. "You're not going to die, kiddo. We're going to see the doctor to get help for you to stop all that. But I'm not going to bullshit you here. It's going to be hard. We just want to make sure you're all good to go just to make sure. Do you know your Uncle James has to see doctors all the time? He's a diabetic, so he can get really sick if he doesn't be careful of what he eats, and he needs to have needles four times a day to make sure he's well. Plus, for his job, he needs to get check-ups every six months. I'm going to be there with you, though, and if you want, we can ask Uncle Sam to come too. I bet Will's doctor friend might even know the guy we're going to see tomorrow. They work at the same hospital."
Justin shook his head. "No, you said he was working in the night at the hospital, and sleeping in the day so he has to do that. But, I... maybe Will could come?" he asked hesitantly but then was quick to want to clarify in case that sounded really epically weird. "He's just been to a lot of doctors. He told me. Like, for ages and all different sorts too. Plus, he knows doctors. His brother is married to one, even and his cousin is a paramedic. Which is way cool. I just though... well, see, Will and me talked a lot, you know? At first I thought he was a huge jerk. I thought he was just full of himself and thought he was better than me. Then Toby kind of set us up and we talked, and I got why he was like he was and I think he got why I was like I was. At least, I kinda hope he did..."
Mark raised his eyebrows just a little, watching the teen in faint amusement. "So, it was only talking you and Will got up to when you wanted him to sleep over, huh?" he asked, giving Justin a gentle joking nudge in the arm. "None of those raging teenage hormones getting in the way of your train of thought or anything?"
Justin blushed. Actually managing to turn an interesting shade of red right there and nudged his dad back bashfully. "We made out... a lot. Not just like at the party. This time, I wasn't high or anything. It was..." He hesitated, falling into quiet thought, a frown of concentration on his face when he thought the whole thing over. He remembered the uncontrollable boner he kept getting whenever Will was close enough to him, and when they were making out, it had gotten pretty heavy pressed up against each other and felt really damn good. "There was just no one watching, you know? No one laughing or thinking I was doing anything wrong. He said he likes making out with me. He's the first guy I've ever done anything with, and it... it..."
"Felt right?" Mark interjected softly with a small smile at his son. He was so proud of him for coming this far already, trying so hard to shed those closeted walls he had up around himself thinking he needed to hide who he really was. What he was was gay, and while Mark was still catching up with the awe-struck sensation that had come with finding out he had a teenage son, he now had a teenage gay son who needed guidance and needed to know it was okay to be whatever he truly was. Not just that, it now seemed he had found someone he could be that honest and true person with, and Mark wanted to go give Will a hug just for that alone. Instead, he put his arm around his son and kissed his head. "Will can come along to your appointment if you want him to, buddy. Do you think maybe there's a chance that part of your stomach hurting might be butterflies thinking about Will?"
"Butterflies?" Justin asked, scrunching his nose up with a hint of cynicism. "I thought that was just bullshit. Or, you know, shit girls say when they're trying to get a guy to play with their boobs without having to say that's what they really want. Butterflies? Do you get butterflies thinking about Gen, Dad?" he ended up asking, not really committing to anything yet before he had more chance to think deeply on the matter. Justin used to be a really deep thinker, but lately it just felt like he couldn't get his brain to concentrate. Maybe he really had fried it all with the drugs?
Mark glanced at the doorway leading to the hall up to the bedrooms, figuring it was only fair the kid turned some curve balls on him considering all the ones Mark was throwing at him. After a moment or two of thought himself (like father, like son?), he finally gave a nod and a slight laugh of realisation. "You know what, kid? I think I really do."
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Like father, like son
Where: Campbell/Hart/Carlisle apartment, NYC
When: Night following THIS
As soon as Mark heard that 'Dad' word break through his sleep, he was awake and fumbling for the light. He was aware that Gen was out like a light next to him and that they were both naked, so there was some pretty tricky multi-tasking when he made sure the covers were over them both when he turned the lamp on the lowest setting. He was squinting against the light, trying to get his brain to wake up fro what had been a pretty sound sleep for once. Justin was standing there in the doorway of his bedroom in his pyjamas. "What's up, mate? You okay?" he asked in concern. He had no idea why Justin would be looking for him at... 2.33am, according to his alarm clock. Especially considering he had a friend staying over with him that night too. Had they had a fight or something? Jesus, Mark wasn't used to this sort of thing. Jamie wasn't old enough for sleepovers and the little girl slept like a log.
"My stomach hurts," Justin admitted in a mumble. Things with Will had actually been pretty cool. He still wasn't exactly sure how they went from Justin being irked to see him in Central Park and wanting to kick Toby's ass, but they had talked. Really talked, and neither of them had really wanted it to end. But the couple of hours time frame his dad had given him to come home arrived and Justin didn't want him to think he was out causing more shit. That was when he had invited Will over, initially suggesting dinner but kicking up the level to sleeping over. Neither were certain of anything beyond the fact they weren't pissed off at each other anymore, and that whether Justin was ready to admit it, he really wanted to kiss Will again.
They had stayed up really late, but eventually fell asleep together in Justin's bed. Now Justin had woken up after a nightmare, which he thankfully hadn't woken Will up with. Will slept like a light and Justin actually gave him a slight poke in the shoulder to make sure he was breathing because Justin had woken himself shouting in his sleep. It was probably the whole post-cancer thing. Will probably had a lot of sleep to catch up on with being that sick. Justin was sweaty and when he sat there trying to calm himself down, he realised his stomach was upset. It was just a different sort of upset than usual. It just hurt, and it felt like it was getting worse. That was when he got up to go get his dad in case he was about to drop dead from taking drugs or something.
Mark still had the predicament over the fact he was starkers under the bed covers. He glanced briefly at Gen, who was still sleeping, and he sat up, making sure the covers were still over his lap so he could grab his pyjama pants to pull them on. Once he was decent, he turned the light off again and went over to Justin to feel his forehead for any temperature. His cheeks felt warm but there wasn't a fever. Oh god, if the kid was about to tell him he and Will just had sex, Mark wasn't sure he was prepared for that. He had already spent basically the entire evening since Justin asked if Will could stay over contemplating whether he should give the kid a box of condoms. He had decided against it when Gen gently suggested that maybe doing it in private when Will wasn't here would be a better option, and that if there was anything... progressing in Justin's bedroom behind the closed door with Will, Will's father or even Luke probably had already made sure he had what he needed. Of course, she didn't deviously add that Justin could probably use The Talk from his father sooner rather than later because he might not have had it before. Mark had just paled ever-so-slightly and nodded in bewilderment. But Gen had experience with teenage gay guys growing up with Paris. Mark only had James, who rooted anything with a pulse, so it really wasn't the same thing.
He guided Justin out to the living room, turning a couple of lights on as he went. "What kind of hurt, kiddo? Sore or sick like you want throw up?" he asked and then once they were sitting together on the sofa, he found himself combing Justin's strawberry blonde hair down and out of his eyes so he could see his face. "Or are you just nervous about seeing the doctor tomorrow?" he added gently.
"Maybe," Justin admitted, because the whole thing had been playing on his mind ever since he was told he needed to see one. "I hate doctors. The last few ones I've been to all thought I was faking to get out of school. The school nurse thought the same thing. Maybe I did a couple of times after I got beat up because I didn't want to be there, but that was it. The other times I wasn't. Maybe felt sick or had a headache and couldn't concentrate. I just don't like doctors. What if he go to this guy tomorrow and he doesn't listen to me either? And what if I've, like, fucked myself up with all the drugs and booze, and I'm gonna die or something, and he doesn't find it because he's not listening to me? Doctors just seem like wankers. I mean, not Uncle Sam, he seems real cool. Looks scarily like you, but still cool. And Will said he knows this really cool doctor too who is his friend now. But I still hate them." His stomach wasn't doing anything to feel better right now, and it was full of even more knots thinking about this. The only time he hadn't been thinking about it was when he and Will had made out earlier... made out a lot.
Mark smirked a little at the comment about Sam looking like him. He was used to being an identical twin, and everyone in their life was used to it, even if Sam had been absent overseas with Doctors Without Borders for years. But to Justin, just coming into their life like this, it had to be a bit of a mindfuck for him to realise that another guy looked identical to his dad. "You're not going to die, kiddo. We're going to see the doctor to get help for you to stop all that. But I'm not going to bullshit you here. It's going to be hard. We just want to make sure you're all good to go just to make sure. Do you know your Uncle James has to see doctors all the time? He's a diabetic, so he can get really sick if he doesn't be careful of what he eats, and he needs to have needles four times a day to make sure he's well. Plus, for his job, he needs to get check-ups every six months. I'm going to be there with you, though, and if you want, we can ask Uncle Sam to come too. I bet Will's doctor friend might even know the guy we're going to see tomorrow. They work at the same hospital."
Justin shook his head. "No, you said he was working in the night at the hospital, and sleeping in the day so he has to do that. But, I... maybe Will could come?" he asked hesitantly but then was quick to want to clarify in case that sounded really epically weird. "He's just been to a lot of doctors. He told me. Like, for ages and all different sorts too. Plus, he knows doctors. His brother is married to one, even and his cousin is a paramedic. Which is way cool. I just though... well, see, Will and me talked a lot, you know? At first I thought he was a huge jerk. I thought he was just full of himself and thought he was better than me. Then Toby kind of set us up and we talked, and I got why he was like he was and I think he got why I was like I was. At least, I kinda hope he did..."
Mark raised his eyebrows just a little, watching the teen in faint amusement. "So, it was only talking you and Will got up to when you wanted him to sleep over, huh?" he asked, giving Justin a gentle joking nudge in the arm. "None of those raging teenage hormones getting in the way of your train of thought or anything?"
Justin blushed. Actually managing to turn an interesting shade of red right there and nudged his dad back bashfully. "We made out... a lot. Not just like at the party. This time, I wasn't high or anything. It was..." He hesitated, falling into quiet thought, a frown of concentration on his face when he thought the whole thing over. He remembered the uncontrollable boner he kept getting whenever Will was close enough to him, and when they were making out, it had gotten pretty heavy pressed up against each other and felt really damn good. "There was just no one watching, you know? No one laughing or thinking I was doing anything wrong. He said he likes making out with me. He's the first guy I've ever done anything with, and it... it..."
"Felt right?" Mark interjected softly with a small smile at his son. He was so proud of him for coming this far already, trying so hard to shed those closeted walls he had up around himself thinking he needed to hide who he really was. What he was was gay, and while Mark was still catching up with the awe-struck sensation that had come with finding out he had a teenage son, he now had a teenage gay son who needed guidance and needed to know it was okay to be whatever he truly was. Not just that, it now seemed he had found someone he could be that honest and true person with, and Mark wanted to go give Will a hug just for that alone. Instead, he put his arm around his son and kissed his head. "Will can come along to your appointment if you want him to, buddy. Do you think maybe there's a chance that part of your stomach hurting might be butterflies thinking about Will?"
"Butterflies?" Justin asked, scrunching his nose up with a hint of cynicism. "I thought that was just bullshit. Or, you know, shit girls say when they're trying to get a guy to play with their boobs without having to say that's what they really want. Butterflies? Do you get butterflies thinking about Gen, Dad?" he ended up asking, not really committing to anything yet before he had more chance to think deeply on the matter. Justin used to be a really deep thinker, but lately it just felt like he couldn't get his brain to concentrate. Maybe he really had fried it all with the drugs?
Mark glanced at the doorway leading to the hall up to the bedrooms, figuring it was only fair the kid turned some curve balls on him considering all the ones Mark was throwing at him. After a moment or two of thought himself (like father, like son?), he finally gave a nod and a slight laugh of realisation. "You know what, kid? I think I really do."
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE