There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.
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They'd been back from Mexico for several days, but in the heat of getting everything done, they still had not emptied their bags. With Randy at practice, Tanner decided it was a good time to do their laundry. Randy made fun of him, but Tanner enjoyed the whole ritual. Randy wouldn't be home for a while, so it was a perfect time to go through and get everything back in its place.
He was just starting the first load when a light knock came to their door. When he opened it he was surprised to see a somewhat concerned looking Jenny.
"Hey, Jenny. What's up?"
She cut her eyes to the yard and then to Tanner. "Could you come help Fred for a minute? He doesn't seem to be up to his normal routine today."
Tanner wrinkled his brows. "Of course." He grabbed a pair of running shoes near the door and yanked them on his feet. He was dressed in a few moments and out the door after a fidgeting Jenny.
Just as she'd said, Fred was out in his precious garden. But rather than working he was sitting still. When they got closer he heard Fred's labored breathing. He ran the last few feet and knelt beside Fred. He rested his hand on the elderly gentleman and touched his arm, to find it clammy.
"Fred? You okay?"
He slowly turned his head as if it was all he could accomplish. "Just not feeling too well, Tanner. And I have the worst case of indigestion I've ever had."
Tanner patted Fred's arm and looked over his shoulder at Jenny. "Jenny, call 911. Fred needs to go to the hospital."
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Tanner grabbed Randy tightly when he came into the waiting room.
Randy returned his embrace, and could feel tremors travel through him. They held each other. Tanner pulled strength from his husband and held on desperately. After a few moments he released Randy.
"How's Fred?" asked Randy.
"They think he's going to be okay. He had a mild heart attack. They're checking to see if he needs a stint or something. Jenny's in with him right now."
Randy pulled Tanner to the chairs and was soon briefed on the entire story. Tanner could feel the tension knot and tighten in his gut. He kept glancing at the door, wishing Jenny, or someone, would come let them know how Fred was doing. The tension had risen to an unbearable level, when a slender hand lit on his shoulder. He spun, to find Jenny standing beside him with a tired smile on her face.
"Thank you boys for waiting. I really appreciate it. Fred and I don't have anyone but each other so it was sweet of you to stay."
"How is he, Jenny?" asked Tanner.
"He's okay. They're going to do the dye tests tomorrow to see how much blockage he has. But they think he'll be fine. No more fried food for him. He's going to have to learn how to eat better. The fried, fried and fried isn't going to work anymore."
Tanner looked at Randy and his eyebrow shot up. "Did you hear that? That's how you eat. You're going on the same diet with Fred."
"Ah, crap," said Randy.
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Randy looked at Tanner, and then at Jenny. Finally he and Fred's gaze met and a look of resignation passed between them. Their eyes traveled back to the table and saw nothing but vegetables. The lean meat was sliced into small portions, and Fred even had his portion on his plate. Fred's face became so forlorn that Tanner couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's not that bad, Fred. Just a couple of different dishes to try."
He turned his head to his wife and gave Jenny a pitiful look. "Can't I have a little gravy for the meat? I mean, it's turkey."
"No, sir. Not a chance. Here, try the kale salad Tanner made. It's really good, and kale is excellent for you."
He turned his sad gaze to Randy. "This is what you have to look forward to. Tanner will nag you until you break down and do what he wants." He winked at Randy. "All for a few minutes of marital bliss a few times a week."
"Fred! You hush," said Jenny.
Fred fell silent, but the grin on his face as he moved the pile of green around on his plate said he was in no way repentant for his behavior. Jenny ignored her husband and turned to the boys.
"So have you had your interview yet? I know you said you turned in your application for vet school."
Tanner stuck a fork full of food into his mouth as a way to stall for a few minutes. He was nervous about the interview, which was in fact coming up in a few days. They waited, looking at him as he went through the motions of finishing his food.
After a few moments, Tanner conceded defeat, and swallowed. "It's Tuesday. At ten."
"You'll wow them at State. I'm sure it won't be any problem," said Jenny with a smile.
Tanner stirred the food around on his plate. "I hope so. I hate waiting to see if I get into vet school."
Randy patted his husband on the shoulder. "It'll be fine, babe. They'll let you know in a few weeks don't they?"
"Yeah, they said before the end of school. That way we can plan better."
Randy borrowed Tanner's trick and pushed the food around on his plate while he considered the alternatives. He looked up at Tanner and squeezed one eye shut. "Why don't we go see your folks next weekend. That way you can chill out a little."
Tanner sighed and then rolled his shoulders. "That sounds like a good idea."
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Tanner stretched as the pleasant breeze dried the sweat from his torso. The weekend at his parent's home had helped him relax, just like Randy had hoped. His parents and sister had taken an afternoon trip to Ardmore, and Tanner had volunteered himself and Randy to get the hay barn ready for this years haying. The work was hot and sweaty, but the spring weather was actually not bad. Unlike the weather they'd have to endure to load the barns this summer. A metal building and one-hundred degree weather was not a good combination.
Randy threw the last bale onto the stack and sagged against it. "Damn, I'm glad that's done."
"Wimp! It's barely eighty and you're whining about the weather. You damn Yankees."
"I've told you a dozen times, Maryland is not Yankee land."
Tanner chuckled and tossed his hand back toward Randy. "Whatever. You play a sport with a net on a stick."