Analyze Me (Gay Fiction)

Dr. Owens

Clayton stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours before he decided it was time t get up. He ran a hand over his face and sat up in his bed.

"Clayton!" he heard his mother yell from outside his room.

He groaned at the sound of her nagging voice. It was like she never left him alone, always wanting something, always needing him to do something for her.

Marie Tate hardly ever lifted a finger to do anything on her own. She had been waited on hand and foot for all of her life. Old money. That was what everyone called their family. The marriage of his parents had surely been a power move and nothing else. Thinking his mother and father loved each other was laughable; they barely tolerated each other.

"What?" he groaned.

He heard shuffling by his door before she spoke again, "Are you decent?"

He threw the blanket back over himself and told her to come in.

His mother stepped into the room, her heels clacking against the floor all the way to where he sat on the bed. Clay looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak.

"What do you want, mom?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head, "You're always so prickly in the morning, Clayton. Anyways, I need you to get Morgan up and dressed for school."

He rolled his eyes and flocked back on the bed. Morgan was his eight year old little sister and he loved her to death but he was also exhausted. Apparently his mother had forgotten all about the argument they'd had and the lecture she and his father had given him about his homosexual tendencies. That's what they called it.

"Where is Anna?" he asked. Anna was Morgan's caretaker and she usually got Morgan ready for school and picked her up. All of the crap that his mother should have been doing.

"Anna called in sick. Apparently she has a high fever. She could be lying to get out of work."

The nerve of her to say something like that. Clayton knew how much Anna cared for Morgan and that she wouldn't lie about being sick.

"It sounds like you're deflecting your own guilt onto her, mommy dearest."

With that, his mother huffed in annoyance and walked out of his room. She threw over her shoulder, "Just get her up and don't forget you have an appointment with Dr. Owens later on today. Your father and I would be very displeased if you missed it."

Oh fuck you, he thought to himself.

Sometimes he wondered why his parents bothered to have children. They didn't seem to be at all interested in the lives of their kids unless it involved how their image would be affected. Clayton recalled the day his mother had one of her house parties and Morgan kept bugging her about how she lost her fairy wings. She'd wanted to wear her fairy wings for the party and all she wanted was her mother to help her look for them. Clayton shook his head thinking back to the moment his mother all but brushed her off without any acknowledgment. Poor excuse for a mother.

When he'd reached his sister's bedroom he opened the door to see her sleeping soundly. He walked over to her bed and knelt down.

"Brat," he called to her.

She stirred in her sleep and turned over to face him. When she opened her eyes she smiled at him, "Cat."

Her smile was contagious. She had big brown eyes that lit up when she saw him. It often made him sad to see how his mother could so easily neglect someone so sweet. Morgan was both a gentle and a cheerful little girl and even when she was sad she was always smiling. He envied that quality in her, to be able to stay positive. She was the total opposite of Marie, their mother. And he was beginning to think he was just like her.

When she was smaller she could never say "Clayton" or "Clay" so he taught her to call him "Cat" instead, for Clayton Andrew Tate. It wasn't until he hit puberty that he realized how feminine it sounded but it was too late. Now that she was able to pronounce her words she still stuck with the old nickname.

"Come on, time to get up."

Clayton's father had already left by the time he walked downstairs with Morgan. He was always up early and off to work early. Not that he was complaining. He enjoyed his father's company as much as he enjoyed hitting his toe on the edge of a table.

* * * * * *

It was now mid afternoon and Clayton stood in front of the office building where his 'appointment' was supposed to take place. He contemplated blowing it off and leaving but he knew his parents would be on his back forever about it.

After all, he didn't really have to say much to the man. He figured his parents had already done enough talking for him.

Entering the building, he noticed at once that it was immaculate. It was not over the top flashy but he could tell its contraction must have cost a pretty penny.

"Nothing but the best for you honey," his mother had said, "We just want you to get better as quickly as possible."

His parents were positively delusional if they thought he could help liking the same sex. So what he thought men were hot? What was he supposed to do-tell himself men were gross? Not likely.

He walked over to the receptionist and coughed a little to get her attention. He moved his blonde hair out of his face and watched the young woman smile.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" She asked.

"I'm here to see Dr. Owens, I have an appointment."

They went through the motions of photo ID and she assured him that it would be the first and only time he'd be asked to prove who he was. He snorted at the thought of going here more than two or three times, anyway. He would just tell the man that he was cured of liking penis and this whole thing would go away.

He could lie. He was ashamed to admit he was good at it.

He was offered a glass of water with cucumber in it. He accepted and was instructed to wait in the chair by the office door.

He waited patiently for the mysterious Dr. Owens to invite him into his office.

Clayton was in the middle of a particularly long sip of his water when Dr. Owens finally showed his face. When he took in the sight of the man standing in front of him he choked, the water went down the wrong way and he almost dropped the glass.

"Holy shit." he grunted. He coughed a few times before the man spoke.

"You must be Mr. Tate. Its nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Owens." His voice washed over Clay like warm honey.

The man was gorgeous. He started to think maybe his parents hadn't met the man they wanted to evaluate their son. If they thought he would help him not be gay, they were sadly mistaken. 

A/N: please comment and favorite! 

Characters introduced so far are as follows:

-Clayton Tate

-Marie Tate

-Morgan Tate