A perfect 10

Feb 06, 2011 08:47

We might have travelled in time and are back to post number 2 or this is going to be the most porny post yet. No one knows. Or no one knew. Anyway:

Here are your guidelines, as usual.

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt ( Read more... )

prompting: 10

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Sort-of Fill: FTM!George Mandelborne A (Part 2/?) anonymous March 16 2012, 15:14:00 UTC
The second time, it was immediate stiffness, and hot salty tears on Peter's shoulder.

"It shouldn't be there," stated George furiously. "I want it gone. It wasn't a problem before, because you weren't there. And I want you - more than anything - so I'll do it."

"Do what?" enquired Peter, faintly, not having much inkling of what George could possibly be talking about.

"Metaoidioplasty. In Serbia. It won't make me much use on top, but at least it'll give me a start. A platform to build on, maybe."

Peter was still miles, fathoms, out of his depth. "I love you just as you are. Don't go changing yourself on my account."

"But I don't love myself." A fierce scared scowl glanced across George's face. "I need to love myself, or where's the point in anything? How can I love you the way you deserve when I hate myself so much?"

Peter could not work out how to reply to that, so misguided he found George's sense of self. He sought a diversion from emotion and psychology in medical fact.

"What does this ... procedure ... involve?" he enquired, sure that he didn't really want to know.

"You don't want to know," confirmed George. "It won't make me a proper man, but it will at least get rid of the last horrible reminders of my ever having been a woman, so you won't have to be quite so careful round me."

Peter shuddered. What his imagination conjured up from George's short uninformative description seemed gruesome, barbaric; and, worse, the man he adored more than anything in the world was steeling himself up to undergo a possibly dangerous procedure in the misguided belief that he would thereafter be somehow more attractive to Peter. The whole prospect gave him the creeps.

Still, he offered, "Would you like me to be there for you?"

Every bone in George's body screamed 'yes', and yet he still held his resolve and gave no ground.

"It's lovely of you to offer, but no. This is something I need to do for myself as well as for us. Think of it as a late 40th birthday present to myself and an early 60th one for you."

Peter crossed the room, more swiftly than he could possibly have imagained he was still capable of doing, and gripped George by the shoulders. "I will be there."

"No." George, decisive, final.

"You'll need someone with you, though, surely?" wheedled Peter.

"Yes. But I need someone dispassionate, cold, clinical. I don't want you to see me when I'm broken and then mending. I want you to see the finished product, not what it takes to get there."

~~~

In the end, George took Danny. Danny for his part recorded, in detail that was agonising for Peter to read, every step of the journey. He eventually conceded that George might have had a point: Peter simply didn't want to know about the traumatic blood loss, the transfusion, the infection. Every time anything went slightly wrong, his heart was in his mouth, and he found himself morbidly writing George's obituary. It always finished with the line, "He was the bravest, most chivalrous, most pig-headed man I have ever known, God damn him."

When George returned, he kept his distance from Peter for six agonising months. Six months during which Peter wasn't entirely sure whether or not they had a future. But then, one night, George called. Nervously, feeling rather like a teenager on a first date - a ridiculous image, Peter's internal commentator noted acerbically - Peter invited his erstwhile-and-hopefully-still lover around for dinner.

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