A/N: Gah! It sounded nice in my head, it really did, but when I went to write it…It didn't work so well. It could be a helleva lot better, but meh. Same warnings as before, lovely slashy goodness.
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DrWorm: Yeah the unfocused ness bothers me, but I can't get it right. I would so fix it if my brain would agree with me. Thanks fer the review. You get a taco!
Such Clichéd Moments
At least once in his life, like every other man, he has stopped to question what went wrong in his life. It wasn't as if he life was horrible, quite the contrary. It was almost perfect, but every now and then he couldn't help but feel that he had failed his youngest son, Marty.
He always caught his son giving him the most terrifying look of resentment and regret. Those looks always confused George and provoked thoughts that were far from wholesome.
What bothered George most about his son wasn't the looks, it was his eerie resemblance from a Marty Klein almost four decades ago. That boy had been the star of many a sexual fantasy that was only eased by the soft caress of his own hand. During those times he had ran his hands over his body imagining they were not his own, but those of the boy who went as quickly as he came.
Eventually he got married and grew up, he even had three kids, but that didn't manage to dull the persistent fantasies. Sometimes, when he made love to his wife he would image the soft curves were replaced by the more angular ones of a certain male.
When he noticed his seventeen-year-olds uncanny resemblance to the Marty of his youth he tried to stifle the dreams, but there are times when he couldn't help wish the warm body curled next to him was the Marty from his past instead of his beautiful wife.
George felt sick because of his obsession with a boy he only knew for a week. It was a week though , that'll never fade from his mind. It was slowly getting to him, that itching notion and his son's resemblance to Mary Klein.
It was hilarious in sorts, when he realized that they were, in fact, the same. He couldn't help but think how strangely funny it was. He had waited and dreamed all these years and he had been here all the time. He was sick, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
So, when he gave in he didn't feel the expected pang of regret. And, when he gave in, greeting him with all the warmth that he had wanted everything seemed to fall nicely into the clichéd happily ever after. The same happily ever after that he had wanted back when he first met Marty Klein.