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Chapter 11
Phillip had ditched his quilt and strolled through Salem Place. Everything reminded him of Harold and Danny. Every man he passed didn't compare to Harold and every trash can he once over-ed with his eyes was "too shiny" or "too filled" or "too girly." Against Phillip and Harold, the world failed in comparison. Phil walked swiftly, knowing where to find them, but decided to make a quick stop.
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Harold sat on his bench licking an ice cream cone. The sides of his face (and the cone) were covered in vanilla droplets. His eyes were bright and playful and he giggled. "Mmm... me like."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Aye...I wouldn't know." He glared at Harold, the lettuce he was chomping on, and back again.
"Vanilla's good, but I prefer Superman," a familiar voice spoke. Harold's eyes shot up and he melted at the sight. His heart flip-flopped and his voice caught in his throat. "Uh... yeah...me too," he spoke in a whisper.
Phillip stared down into the sitting man's eyes, vibrant and rousing. "I... uh, I'm sorry." He fiddled with his hand. "It's not easy for me to say that, but... I am."
"Can you tell me why?"
Phillip gulped. "I could... but there's no excuse. I just hope you'll accept my apology...and THIS." He presented Harold with a large shopping bag.
Harold eyed it, but took it and slowly pulled the contents out.
"A... a coat." He lightly fingered the soft, gray, wool material of the overcoat.
"Yes. And Massimo approved of my selection."
Harold looked back into Phillip's eyes. "Well, Massimo has good taste."
Phillip smiled gleefully, dimples showing.
"So you like it?"
"Yes. I love it." Harold spoke about the coat, but his gaze was still fixed on Phillip. "Help me put it on, will you?"
Danny watched with avid interest as Phillip held up the coat for Harold and helped him into the sleeves. Harold shrugged into it and smiled. "Very nice."
Phillip smiled slightly and laid a hand on Harold's arm. "Well you look good in it." His voice was low and quite deep and his eyes held a burning desire. Harold brushed a piece of Phillip's hair from his forehead and whispered, "Well, we should get matching ones then."
The sexual tension was mounting and Danny could feel it. "Aye," he coughed. Phillip and Harold broke their longing gaze and looked at their friend who was choking on a piece of lettuce.
"Oh!" Harold shouted. "Someone do the Heimlich!"
Danny shook. "no, no. I'm ok."
Phillip sighed. "Phew. You scared me."
Harold smiled at Phillip. "Sooooo... my friend, do you have plans for tomorrow? Greta has a date and she invited me and a guest along..."
Phillip grinned slyly. "Sure, but how about tonight too?"
As Harold and Phillip smiles at each other, gazes locked, Danny rolled his eyes. "Aye... I'm in for a LONG ride."
Chapter 11
Phillip had ditched his quilt and strolled through Salem Place. Everything reminded him of Harold and Danny. Every man he passed didn't compare to Harold and every trash can he once over-ed with his eyes was "too shiny" or "too filled" or "too girly." Against Phillip and Harold, the world failed in comparison. Phil walked swiftly, knowing where to find them, but decided to make a quick stop.
_______
Harold sat on his bench licking an ice cream cone. The sides of his face (and the cone) were covered in vanilla droplets. His eyes were bright and playful and he giggled. "Mmm... me like."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Aye...I wouldn't know." He glared at Harold, the lettuce he was chomping on, and back again.
"Vanilla's good, but I prefer Superman," a familiar voice spoke. Harold's eyes shot up and he melted at the sight. His heart flip-flopped and his voice caught in his throat. "Uh... yeah...me too," he spoke in a whisper.
Phillip stared down into the sitting man's eyes, vibrant and rousing. "I... uh, I'm sorry." He fiddled with his hand. "It's not easy for me to say that, but... I am."
"Can you tell me why?"
Phillip gulped. "I could... but there's no excuse. I just hope you'll accept my apology...and THIS." He presented Harold with a large shopping bag.
Harold eyed it, but took it and slowly pulled the contents out.
"A... a coat." He lightly fingered the soft, gray, wool material of the overcoat.
"Yes. And Massimo approved of my selection."
Harold looked back into Phillip's eyes. "Well, Massimo has good taste."
Phillip smiled gleefully, dimples showing.
"So you like it?"
"Yes. I love it." Harold spoke about the coat, but his gaze was still fixed on Phillip. "Help me put it on, will you?"
Danny watched with avid interest as Phillip held up the coat for Harold and helped him into the sleeves. Harold shrugged into it and smiled. "Very nice."
Phillip smiled slightly and laid a hand on Harold's arm. "Well you look good in it." His voice was low and quite deep and his eyes held a burning desire. Harold brushed a piece of Phillip's hair from his forehead and whispered, "Well, we should get matching ones then."
The sexual tension was mounting and Danny could feel it. "Aye," he coughed. Phillip and Harold broke their longing gaze and looked at their friend who was choking on a piece of lettuce.
"Oh!" Harold shouted. "Someone do the Heimlich!"
Danny shook. "no, no. I'm ok."
Phillip sighed. "Phew. You scared me."
Harold smiled at Phillip. "Sooooo... my friend, do you have plans for tomorrow? Greta has a date and she invited me and a guest along..."
Phillip grinned slyly. "Sure, but how about tonight too?"
As Harold and Phillip smiles at each other, gazes locked, Danny rolled his eyes. "Aye... I'm in for a LONG ride."