Suffering Siblings

Please go down. Please!

Sean sat on the toilet in the master bathroom, alternating between willing and pleading his erection to go down. With everyone else ready to leave for the hotel, Sean felt the pressure to relieve his bladder before the long drive. It didn't help that Mr. Diamond and Mr. Lockett waited on the other side of the door in the master bedroom. Nor did it help that they now knew about the possible side effect of his new painkillers.

It had been ten minutes earlier when the fathers had arrived in the den. Or was it fifteen minutes ago? Yeah, it's probably closer to that. Sean nodded, recalling how Mr. Stratton had taken the lead, letting him know that his mom had packed all his clothes for the night. All Sean needed to do was get dressed in some regular clothes for the trip to town, but he'd better use the bathroom first. When Mr. Lockett went to help lift Sean to the wheelchair, the teen had flinched in embarrassment. The three older men assumed that it had been in pain, especially a very concerned Mr. Diamond.

"Jeff! Be careful!" Harvey hissed, throwing his arm out to block the big man from continuing.

"Oops. Sorry, kiddo," Jeff apologized, standing up straight.

"Is it your leg or foot?" Clive inquired, peering around the other men.

"Do you need another painkiller? We'll get you another one. Clive, grab his bottle. Wait, where is his bottle?" Harvey rambled, glancing in panic around the den.

"Whoa! Calm down, Harv. Bridget said she gave him one not long before she left. Right?" Clive asked the teen.

"Uh, yeah, she did."

"See? Sean already had one."

"But maybe he should take another one. We don't want him in pain for the drive," Harvey suggested, staring down in worry at the blanket-covered boy. "He shouldn't be in pain. And it's probably going to be uncomfortable in the car. We should pull the backseat down so that he can lay down. Yeah! We'll do that."

"Harvey, that's not the plan," Clive reminded, glancing at Jeff. "Newt or Jared are going to sit in the backseat with Sean to keep an eye on him. I don't think either of them wants to lay next to Sean for almost two hours."

"Why not?! They should be willing to make a sacrifice for him."

"Uh, I'm not in pain," Sean mumbled, but everyone talked past his comment.

"I don't think Jared would be comfortable like that. Newt's the smaller one," Jeff pointed out.

"You see? Jeff agrees with me," Harvey seemed to scold Clive.

"That's not what he said. Besides, Sean drove here from the hospital in the backseat. He'll be fine," the Stratton father attempted to soothe his concerns.

"I don't want to risk--"

"I said that I'm not in pain," Sean announced, louder this time.

"What? Are you cold? Jeff, get him another blanket," Harvey ordered. Running his hand through his hair, he continued to ramble on with his worries. "Dammit, I shouldn't have been selfish. Bridget should be here taking care of him. She's the doctor! What if I screw up?"

"Get a hold of yourself, Harvey," Clive interrupted before turning to face Sean. "What is the matter?"

"I don't really want to say," Sean replied, feeling further humiliation coming.

"I do have a hold of myself," Harvey responded to Clive with indignation.

"Quiet! Let the boy speak," Jeff boomed, towering over the bed.

"Crap," Sean moaned, sounding similar to his sister. With weary resignation, he started down this road, "So, I think I'm experiencing a side effect from the new painkillers."

"You sound normal. Are you seeing things?" Harvey questioned. "If so, don't believe what you're seeing. Fred once slipped me something in college as a prank, and I had one freaked out night."

"Uh, no, nothing like that." Sean gave a quick thought of thanks that none of his friends were like Mr. Singer. "Ican'tstopgettinganerection."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I think he said that he can't stop getting an erection. Or I could be totally wrong," Jeff speculated, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is that true?" Clive queried.

Sean's embarrassed nod confirmed it.

"And you think it's from your new medicine?" Harvey questioned.

"Yeah, because I think Harv gets them all the time without any medicine," Jeff joked.

"Jeff," Clive admonished. "Are you sure? What did your mom say?"

"She doesn't know. Only... never mind."

"Does someone else know?" Clive inquired, already suspecting the answer. With two daughters that like to keep secrets, the district attorney only needed his father skills in this line of questioning.

"Uh, Whitney."

"Of course she does," Whitney's father remarked, shaking his head.

"Do you want to take care of it?"

"Jeff!"

"What? That's a normal question," Jeff responded to Clive. Then, another thought occurred to him. "Have you already done so? Because it's not healthy to have it for more than four hours. I think that's the time frame, right?" He looked around at the other men. "I'm just basing it on those commercials."

"I don't know. I've used them to enhance a night or weekend...but that doesn't...forget I said anything." Harvey altered his comment under Clive's glare.

"Look, I understand this is an awkward conversation, but I am a little concerned over how long this has lasted. This isn't a multiple-hour event, is it?" Clive cringed over the question. With two daughters, he'd managed to avoid the birds and the bees talk except for a brief discussion with Finn.

"Well, I woke up with it, but, um, took care of it in the shower."

"Good, good," Clive nodded.

"Oh, that's what Gabby meant by Whitney helping you out in the shower," Jeff blurted out, snapping his fingers. "Gawd, I'm such a dimwit at times."

"You think?" Clive replied, his eyes on Harvey.

"Wha--I--no--it wasn't...I mean, it wasn't my idea," Sean stammered.

"I know it wasn't," Harvey acknowledged, wiping his face. "I don't know what I'm going to do about her."

"I'm sorry! It's just that I'm super horny since this morning or last night," Sean explained.

"No big deal, kiddo. You got an expert in super-horniness right here to ask for advice," Jeff chuckled, throwing an arm around Harvey's shoulder.

"Not now, Lockett."

"You know, I think we should just skip the part about you getting changed for the drive," Clive suggested, changing the subject. "There's nothing wrong with wearing your pajamas in the car. You can throw on a shirt and coat and change into your suit at the hotel."

"Um, can I bring the blanket?" Sean asked, hoping he could.

"Sure! Take a few," Harvey offered, pleased to have moved on from talking about Whitney. "Now, be careful when you lift him, Jeff. We don't want to paralyze his leg or anything."

"He broke his foot, not his back," Clive reminded.

"Right, right."

As the bear of a man easily lifted a hunched over Sean, Harvey shifted the wheelchair several times to arrange it in the perfect spot. Hiding a grin at the local playboy's antics, Clive went to grab the shirt that Bridget left out for Sean.

KNOCK KNOCK

"How's it going in there? Any luck?"

Harvey's knock and question snapped Sean back to the present. Glancing down, he felt relief at noticing his dick appeared only half-hard.

"A little, I think," Sean replied.

"A little is better than nothing," Jeff commented, reminding Sean that at least two people stood around waiting on him.

"Take as long as you need, okay. We've got plenty of time," Harvey reassured the teen. "Um, and if you need to relieve that other pressure, that's cool too."

"I can't," Sean replied automatically. He immediately swore under his breath for doing so.

"Why not?" Harvey challenged, his voice filling back up with concern.

"Whitney made me promise that I wouldn't. She has plans." Sean cringed at revealing that to her father.

"Of course she has plans."

"Jesus H. Christ, Tarver! How many pounds did your drop in there, or did you jerk a few off?" Austin half-laughed and half-accused as Clive pushed the wheelchair with Sean into the great room.

"Austin, go put your bags into Mr. Lockett's car."

"I already did that," the teen told his girlfriend's father.

"Well, go wait in the car," Clive ordered.

"But it's freezing out there!" Austin exclaimed. However, under the glare from Lacey's dad, he went out to the cold car, grumbling all the way.

"Hey, you alright?" Jared asked as he and Newt got up off the sofas.

"Yeah. Uh, my medication made it difficult to pee," Sean lied.

"How so?" Newt inquired in curiosity.

"Let's not worry about that right now," Harvey interrupted. "We need to get moving. We're behind schedule.

Sean gave a quick look and silent thanks to the cabin owner, which he caught. In reality, Sean's efforts to pee hit a snag after mentioning Whitney's order. After telling Harvey that nugget of information, the teen had made the mistake of glancing at the shower. Memories of the cheerleader captain's wet, naked body countered any progress that he'd made.

Only through a combination of the most disgusting memories that he'd experienced did Sean's erection wilt. First, there had been that time in eighth-grade gym class when Denny Conway had broken his nose. With blood gushing, the self-proclaimed Denster had sneezed, spraying Sean's face with blood. Next came when Will Winkie puked over the floor of Mr. Grummitt's classroom and onto Sean's shoes. Then, finally, there'd been that morning that a sick Watson had diarrhea in Sean's bed. A fact that Sean only found out when he rolled over into it.

"Where's Jo?" Sean asked, noticing his missing friend.

"The girls left a long time ago," Newt reminded.

"And?"

"She went with them."

"Why?"

"Because JoJo is a girl," Newt pointed out.

"No, JoJo is all woman," Jared remarked, a broad grin forming on his face.

"Um, okay," Sean responded, feeling as if Jared was acting kinda creepily. "Did she drive with Peyton and Lana?"

"No. My mom wanted to talk about the two of us," Jared explained, his smile vanishing.

"And Lana didn't go with Peyton; she went with Finn. Nate's driving down with your sister," Newt revealed, worrying Sean.

"That's not good."

"If you put your hand there again, you will regret it for life," Peyton growled, shoving Nate's hand away from her inner thigh.

"But Mr. Left-Hand is cold and lonely," Nate explained.

"Mr. Right-Hand will be even lonelier when he no longer has a partner."

In the backseat, Skye watched the bickering in fascination and amusement. Almost halfway to Honey Hollow, the two twenty-one-year-old family friends had engaged in a near-constant war of words. Peyton issued threats while Nate batted them away with teases.

"Have you two always fought like this?" the brunette inquired.

"Fought? This isn't fighting; it's flirting," Nate corrected.

"Since forever," Peyton answered Skye before turning her head briefly to face Nate. "This is not flirting."

"Whoa! Keep your eyes on the road. You might crash into Harvey's playboy car," Nate pointed out, ignoring Peyton's growl. "Geez, can he drive any slower?"

"I know!" Peyton agreed before catching herself. "But I understand. Lana's probably pressuring him to be a speed demon."

Peyton couldn't wait until they reached a four-lane highway soon. Finn had already pulled over to the side twice to allow the cars backed up behind them to pass by. Aware that her male BFF promised to be careful with Mr. Diamond's sports car, Peyton just knew that her female BFF had spent the last hour demanding he push the pedal to the floor.

"It's funny. If I didn't know better, I'd think you two were siblings," Skye commented.

That caused both heads in front to swing around as the car swerved.

"We are not like siblings!" Peyton denied.

"Hell, no! We're future spouses!" Nate proclaimed.

"Why would you say that?" the blonde driver demanded to know.

"I'm sorry, but you seem more like brother and sister than you and Sean," Skye admitted.

"No, I was talking to him," Peyton clarified. "Gawd, it's bad enough that you try and seduce me all the time, but there is no way I'm marrying you. You can't possibly think that."

"Wow, talk about ungrateful," Nate said, turning to face Skye. "You'd think that she'd show a little gratitude to the guy who got her interested in medicine."

"Really? You can't be serious! My family is full of doctors. How do you think that...oh, don't even say that."

"I was your first patient," Nate reminded Peyton. Immediately, he looked at Skye again. "I showed her the owie on my hiney when we were three."

"You two played doctor?" Skye couldn't hide her grin and disbelief.

"More like he took his pants off all the time. Showed me his dick more times than I care to remember," Peyton complained.

"I believe the technical term you used back then was wee wee."

"That sounds like a cute story," Skye commented.

"Maybe back when we were four, but he still whips it out every year. Every. Single. Year!"

"What's the big deal? It's our annual tradition," Nate replied.

"Exposing yourself is a crime. You do know that, right?"

"Yes, I know that. But it's different with us," Nate stated, turning again to face Skye. "She likes to take long looks before the screaming starts."

"I don't--it's not--shut up! I'm only checking for deformities. Something about it doesn't look right," Peyton claimed.

"Did I look deformed last night?" Nate asked the brunette in the backseat.

"Hmm, no. You looked adequate," Skye said, deciding to join the teasing.

"Haha!"

"Adequate? Very funny...and stop laughing!" Nate directed the last part at Peyton.

"Why? It's funny that no one wants you."

"Is that so? Mark my words, Peyton Tinsley Tarver, someday you will want me. It's your destiny."

"Don't you pull out the middle name card! My mom only named me after yours because of that dumb bet they made when they were thirteen," Peyton reminded him.

"Really?" Skye asked.

"Yes, really."

"C'mon, Pey, it is our destiny," Nate insisted, ignoring the truth behind that bet between their moms that Peyton avoided mentioning.

"How so?" she responded, rolling her eyes in the rearview mirror at Skye.

"We're like Finn and Lana. Our personalities balance each other out."

"No, we're not, and we don't."

"But we swore to hold a double wedding," Nate stated, trying again.

"I never did. That was all you and Lana."

"How about that it's our destiny to unite our families' bloodlines?"

"Nope. And if anything, you're mom probably pissed off a witch growing up. So it'd be more like a curse. And that's three strikes and your out," Peyton declared.

"Whoa! Hang on. I've saved the best for last." Nate paused for dramatic effect. "I'm the only man that can unlock your freaky Fallon sex gene."

"What?! Are you insane?"

"Not at all. We all know the stories about your mom, and Aunt Brandy definitely has it. And let's be honest, Aunt Beverly must have it if she dated Harvey Diamond for a couple of years. And my mom jokes about how randy your grandparents could be. So I bet it comes from your grandma's side--"

"If you mention my grandparents and sex again, I'm making you walk the rest of the way to town. Got that?" Peyton didn't even wait for a reply before continuing. "There is no such thing as a freaky sex gene."

"Do you see the sexual repression, Skye? That's why I need to save her," Nate remarked.

"I don't know where you get these insane ideas...wait, did your mom tell you this?" Peyton questioned, wondering if this was another of Tinsley's jokes.

"My mom? Geez, that's sick, Pey." Nate's face showed the disgust he felt about talking with his mother about sex. "No, this is Aunt Brandy's theory."

"Bran--aargh! I should've known. Wait until I see her tonight," the blonde vowed. Suddenly, the car swerved again. "What are you doing?"

"You seem upset. So I thought we should get our tradition over with," Nate explained after finishing unzipping his jeans. "Or do you want to wait to do it at the hotel?"

"You are certifiably crazy. You know that? Skye's sitting right there."

"Don't worry. She saw it up close and personal last night. Or are you getting possessive and laying claim to my dick?" Nate teased.

"I am so killing Lana for switching cars," Peyton declared, her hands digging into the steering wheel.