Cuddle Stories:  A – B

Includes:         Babysitting Cuddle

                        Big Green Monster Cuddle

                        Bug Cuddle


Babysitting Cuddle

 

"Steve and Jesse, sittin' in a tree.  K-I-S-S-I-N-G...."

"C.J.! Dion!  That's enough, boys it's time to go to sleep...."

Jesse Travis waited at the bottom of the stairs, head cocked as he listened for sounds of mischief coming from the floor above.  When no more singing was heard, he headed back towards the living room. The tired young doctor had only made it halfway back to the couch, however, when giggling childish voices again came drifting down.

"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes...."

Jesse stopped mid-stride and groaned, eyes closed as he threw his head back in frustration.  Only a soft laugh from his lover kept him from pulling his hair out.

"C'mon, babe, let me give it a try," Steve Sloan offered as he got up from the sofa.  The two lovers had been snuggled in its comfortable cushions before they'd been disturbed by their wards' serenading. The detective wrapped an arm around his mate's waist as he passed him, drawing Jesse back to the foot of the stairs.

"Alright you two," the older man called, the stern tone of his voice at odds with the twinkle in his eye. "Now pipe down and go to sleep or I'll have to cloud up and rain on you."

Two boyish gasps could be heard and then a scrambling noise was audible as C.J. and Dion ducked under their covers.  The adults waited several minutes but the silence appeared to be lasting this time. 

With a relieved sigh, Jesse allowed himself to be guided back to the couch.  "How'd you do that?" The young man asked in disgusted awe.  "I've been trying to get them to settle down for an hour."

Steve's expression was smug.  "I've been on the police force for nearly two decades. I always knew all that practice at 'good cop/bad cop' would come in handy."

By this time, the couple had reached the couch and Jesse gratefully lowered himself next to his lover.  "'I'll cloud up and rain on you'?" He asked with a smile.  "Does that threat work on the bad guys too?"

"No," the older man admitted, "just on Amanda's kids."

Amanda Bentley was a good friend and had been one of their staunchest supporters when their relationship had become general knowledge.  So, when the single mother had been called out of town to see to an ailing parent, both men, as well as Steve's father, had been happy to volunteer as babysitters.  Unfortunately, due to scheduling issues, the brunt of the childcare had fallen to Jesse.  Not that the young man minded, but the transition from favorite "uncle" and playmate to authority figure had been more difficult than anticipated. 

"They're good kids," Steve commented, tucking Jesse in close to his side.

"Yeah, the best kind," the younger man agreed.  "Somebody else's."

The detective looked down at his lover in surprise.  "I thought you liked children?"

"I do," Jesse said, laying his head on Steve's shoulder with a contented sigh.  "But I also like knowing there's a finite amount of time I'm responsible for them.  There's nothing better than being an honorary uncle.  You get to spoil them and play with them, but then hand them over to their parents at the end of the day."  The young doctor grinned.  "All the benefits with none of the diapers, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess I do," Steve replied.  "I just thought you would have enjoyed being a father, that's all. You'd be a good one."

Jesse narrowed his eyes as he thought about the idea but then shook his head, his blond hair tickling where it brushed against Steve's arm.  "Nah, not me.  I'm too selfish."

"Jess!" Steve protested, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the boys, but his tone no less emphatic for the lack of volume.  "You are just about the least selfish person I know."

"Oh, yes I am," Jesse contradicted him.  "Your schedule's so busy and my schedule's so busy, that I'm *very* selfish with our time together.  I don't know that I could share it, not on a long-term basis.  And I like to sleep late when I don't have an early shift at the hospital, and I like to surf, not to mention helping you out with your cases and I like taking off on a trip at the drop of a hat and eating chocolate cake for breakfast without worrying about setting a bad example...."

Steve laughed, kissing his mate on top of his head.  "Okay, okay, I get the point.  Your life is very fulfilled without a child.  Still," the cop said, his voice becoming wistful, "I hear that you adjust to the sacrifices to being a parent."

"I suppose so," Jesse said quietly.  "But when I knew I was gay, I guess I just knew that being a dad was not gonna happen."  Feeling Steve's nod of agreement, he looked up at the older man.  "How about you?  Did you ever want kids?"

The detective's eyes grew soft as he considered the question.  "I thought I did. I met this woman and I really liked her.  Not love, but she was definitely a good friend and someone I respected.  Neither one of us were getting any younger, so we discussed marriage and kids, even though we knew romance had nothing to do with it."  Steve shook off his memories and brought his gaze back to his lover.  "Then one day I looked at my dad and realized that I wasn't imagining myself with kids as much as I was imagining my father with grandchildren.  Then I knew I was considering starting a family for all the wrong reasons."

"Mark'd be the perfect grandpa," Jesse said softly.

"Yeah, he would," Steve agreed, "and there have been times that I've felt guilty for not giving him that chance.  But, still, I also came to realize that Dad's really got all the surrogate grandchildren he could wish for, right there at Community General."

"If you want kids, we could consider adopting," Jesse hesitantly offered.  "It's easier now for same sex couples than it used to be."

Steve considered it, but shook his head.  "Thanks, babe, but I think you're right.  Our schedules are too hectic."  The older man wrapped his arm tightly around his lover, pulling him close.  "Besides, I don't want to share my Jesse-time with nobody."  And, the detective added to himself, Jesse's personality was so warm and caring, that he'd end up just like Mark Sloan - hip deep in surrogate nieces and nephews.

The doctor laughed, then unknowingly confirmed just what his lover had been thinking.  "Well, keep in mind that the honorary uncle thing works out pretty good too. Maybe Amanda will let us borrow C.J. and Dion once in a while."

"I think you can count on it," came a feminine voice, causing both men to jump in surprise.  They'd been so caught up in their conversation that they hadn't heard the taxi arrive or Amanda enter the house.

"Amanda, you're back," Jesse got up and greeted their friend with a chaste kiss on the cheek.  "Welcome home."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, for once looking a bit frazzled.  "I came home just as soon as I could.  Did the boys behave?"

"They were perfect angels," Steve claimed, the smile teasing his lips ruining his solemn expression.

"Uh-huh," Amanda responded, clearly doubting him.  "Are you sure you were watching *my* boys?"  All three of the friends laughed and then Amanda ushered the men out.  "Now, shoo.  Go home.  You've put in more than your fair share, now you deserve some quality time." 

Far from being ungrateful for their help, Amanda knew the best way she could repay her babysitters was to let them leave as soon as possible.  One of the few things Amanda insisted on was that Steve and Jesse

sleep in separate bedrooms when staying at her house.  The couple didn't mind, knowing that her stipulation had absolutely nothing to do with them being men and everything to do with them not being married.  The rule was exactly the same for heterosexual couples. Even though marriage wasn't possible in their case, no doubt, if they had some sort of commitment ceremony, she'd let them sleep in her own bed.  Until then, however, it was enforced celibacy while watching Amanda's kids.

Which meant that it'd been a week since they'd been able to make love.

Steve and Jesse's goodbyes to Amanda were so abbreviated, that she leaned up against the door and laughed after it shut behind them.  Hand in hand, the two men hurried towards their car, eager to get home.

The two of them might not be able to make a baby together, but they sure planned on having fun pretending they were trying.

~the end~

 


 

Big Green Monster Cuddle

 

"You are not leaving the house dressed that way."

Jesse Travis looked up from smoothing the folds of his toga, a bemused expression on his face.  "Gee, Steve, I don't think I've heard that phrase since high school."

The two lovers were getting dressed for Community General's annual Halloween benefit party.  Busy schedules had prevented the couple from coordinating their costumes and, as a result, they were seeing each other in full Halloween regalia for the first time. Steve's already intimidating physique was made all the more impressive by the big boots, neck bolts, and green paint of his Frankenstein outfit.  Jesse had opted for a more classic look, dressed in the sandals and toga of a Roman gladiator.

It was a very short toga, as Steve had immediately noticed.

"Seriously, Jesse.  You're not planning on going out in public in that, are you?"

The younger man held his arms up and slowly turned around so his lover could view his outfit at all angles.  "What's the matter with it?  'Gladiator' won the Academy Award, so it's a really great costume this year.  Don't you think it sets off my assets?"

Steve struggled for patience.  "That's the problem, baby.  You bend over in that get-up, you'll be showing your assets to the whole room."

Jesse's eyes narrowed.  Normally the doctor was a very good-natured character and didn't mind his mate's overprotective tendencies.  Actually, it usually mad  the young man feel cherished and safe.  Every once in a while, however, the detective crossed an invisible line and came across as more controlling than protective.  The current situation was a good example. "Are you saying that you forbid me to wear it?"

Steve took in the change in his lover's expression and knew it was time to do some damage control.  "No, absolutely not.  You wear what you want to the party."  The big man had held out his hands, waving them back and forth to emphasize his point. "It's just that, well, I'm a little uncomfortable with everyone seeing…" The detective struggled for the right words.  "… Seeing so much of you."

The younger blond looked down, realizing for the first time how much of his flesh was exposed.  Truthfully, Jesse had primarily been thinking of the appreciative look that would be in Steve's eyes when he saw him in the skimpy outfit, not the other party attendees.  Blushing, he admitted, "Well, maybe it reveals just a little too much."

Steve breathed a quiet sigh of relief.  "Baby, you wear that to the party, and the Christians and the lions will seem like a Little League game."

Jesse's face fell.  "I look that silly, huh?"

"Oh, no," the older man assured him, moving to gather the woebegone figure into his arms.  "Baby, you are that beautiful.  One look at you dressed like that and I'll be beating them off with a stick."

Jesse chuckled, not convinced that he could be anywhere near that attractive, but gratified to hear his lover make the claim.  After his amused reaction, however, reality set in.  "Okay, if I'm not going to wear this, what am I going to wear? It's Halloween, the costume shops will have bare shelves by now."

Having a half-clad Jesse in his arms had the expected affect on Steve and he felt his body stiffen in reaction.  "Well, baby, we don't have to go to the party, you know.  We already bought our tickets, so we've done our bit for charity.  We could stay at home and have our own celebration.  What do you say?"

Jesse blushed and looked up at his lover through his lashes.  "What do I say?  How about 'trick or treat?'"

Steve growled, sounding amazingly like the Frankenstein monster that he was dressed as.  Swinging his sexy mate over his shoulder, he lumbered his way towards the bedroom.

The younger man laughed at his lover's antics.  Before the bedroom door closed behind the pair, his voice could be heard to ask,

"Hey, how far down does that green paint go, anyway?"

 

~the end~

 

 



Bug Cuddle

 

"Steve, it just seems wrong to end our relationship this way, after so many years ."  Jesse Travis' voice was laden with sorrow and doubt.

"I know, Jess, I know," Steve Sloan tried to reason with the younger man.  "But sometimes that's just the way it has to be.  No matter how you feel, you have to acknowledge that it's time to move on to something new and improved."

"Steve, that's cold," Jesse turned and looked up at his lover in reproach.  "The Volkswagon's been a great car.  It just seems  disloyal  to trade her in, just 'cause she's a little under the weather."

The detective wrapped a comforting arm around his mate.  "Jesse, I wouldn't call breaking down on the freeway and leaving you stranded on the side of the road for an hour and a half  during rush hour traffic  while we're having a heat wave  being 'a little under the weather.'" 

When the smaller man opened his mouth to protest, Steve forestalled any comment the doctor might have made by playing his trump card.  "Besides, with all the crazy hours you have to work, how am I supposed to concentrate on anything else when I'm worried about you getting left high and dry somewhere by an unreliable vehicle?"

It was borderline unfair to have used that last line of reasoning.  Steve was well aware that Jesse worried about him, both because of the dangerous nature of a cop's job and about whether or not the other man was getting enough rest when he was off duty.  As much as he didn't want to add to Jesse's burden, however, Steve wanted him in a dependable transportation that much more.

Unfair or not, the tactic worked.  A big sigh heralded Steve Sloan's victory. 

"I suppose you're right," Jesse reluctantly admitted, shrugging out of Steve's arms to trail one finger down his beloved Volkswagon "bug's" rounded bumper.  "It's just that this car's been with me since medical school.  Intellectually, I know it's time to move on, but still ."

"I know, babe, but it's for the best."  Now that he knew that he had his lover convinced, Steve was willing to take whatever time the younger man needed to emotionally let go of the car.  He supposed any of his police buddies would think it silly at best, but Steve didn't really mind.  Jesse's caring nature, even about something as inanimate as a car, was one of the things he cherished most about his mate.  "Was this your first car?" 

Jesse nodded absently.  "Well, the first one that was mine from the start.  I drove my mom's sedan for a while."  The younger blond wrinkled his nose in disgust.  "It wasn't exactly the sexiest set of wheels, if you know what I mean."

Steve grinned, not only in sympathy but also in wonderment.  What could Jesse's mother's car have looked like if a Volkswagon "beetle" was "sexy" in comparison?

"With my graduation money, I bought her,"  Jesse continued, circling the car as he related his memories.  "Everybody thought it was stupid, getting a convertible when I lived in Chicago , but I always knew I was heading out to California as soon as I was done with medical school."

The detective's smile softened as he realized what this car meant to Jesse.  It wasn't only a car, it had been the embodiment of the young man's lifelong dream.  No wonder he was loathe to get rid of it. "Did it come complete with surfboard?"

The younger man laughed.  "No, that came later."  Jesse had finished his walk around the vehicle and was back at Steve's side.  Sighing, this time in happiness, he wrapped an arm around the taller man's waist.  "I always knew this car would bring me to something special and she did.  To California and Community General Hospital and to you. 

Steve bent down and wrapped his hand around the back of Jesse's neck, pulling the doctor in for a deep kiss.  When they came up for air, he offered a compromise. "Well, maybe we could keep the car.  Not for everyday commuting, but as a hobby. It'll give us something to tinker on."

Jesse laughed, a sexy sound deep in his throat.  "I'd rather tinker with you, Steve. No, you were right.  The 'Love Bug' was an important part of my life, but that part's over."

The detective arched one eyebrow.  "Really?  What part's that?"

His mate smacked him on the arm.  "The single part, that's what.  Now that I'm with the guy of my dreams, it's time to get something a little more mature."

"Something with air bags, I hope," Steve murmured under his breath.  Luckily for him, Jesse didn't hear the adlib.

"I'm thinking Mustang," Jesse said, arm gesturing wildly as he outlined his plans. Now that he'd made the decision to give up the Volkswagon, he was gaining enthusiasm for the change.  "It's sophisticated but fun, sporty, and definitely sexy."  The doctor waggled his eyebrows suggestively at his lover.  "Instead of driving the 'Love Bug,' I'll be a stallion on wheels."

Steve responded to that leer as only a smart man would, he wrapped his arms around his mate, digging his hands in the back pockets of Jesse's jeans, and pulling the other man close to him.  "What say, before we send the ol' girl to that used car lot in the sky, that we push her down to the beach, get in the back seat, and make out with the top down."

"I dunno, Steve," Jesse cautioned.  "Once you've been in the back of the 'Love Bug,' you may change your mind about me getting another car."

The detective shook his head, "That's a chance I'm willing to take," he challenged, taking Jesse by the hand and putting his plan into motion.  Little did the doctor know, that any car he was in, would be the a "Love Bug" to Steve.

  ~the end~

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