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Chapter 12
Phillip shifted in his chair. He looked across the candlelit table and met Harold's eyes. He sent a dimpled grin his way and Harold giggled in return.
Harold noticed Phillip's eyes glaze over with desire. Phil wasn't yet aware of these feelings (his senses aren't the best, ya know), but they were there. Passionate, latent, and terrifyingly real.
Greta had excused herself to the restroom leaving the pair at the table with her date, Bob. He was charming and quite handsome, but nervously fidgeted, truthfully 'weirded out' by his companions. The way they stared into the other's eyes and made suggestive, yet seemingly innocent, comments. These two were obviously...well, they were "close".
Harold knew that something had changed in his relationship with Phil. He could feel it. He shivered with wanting. He longed to smooth out Phillip's hair or brush against his hand with his own. The Blue Note didn't seem like the appropriate place though, but since when had THAT stopped him? He tapped Phillip's hand lightly with his fingers.
"Massimo wanted me to invite you to his Tupperware party for him." His voice turned to a whisper, "I hope you'll come."
Phillip nodded. "I'll be there, don't you worry." he winked and gave a sexy smile which made Bob want to be sick. He wished he could go grab Greta and run, but... And then he felt it.
"Umm... who's rubbing my leg with their foot?"
Phillip blushed. "Sorry."
Harold leaned over the table. "Psst. Phil, I'm over here."
"Okay. I got it now."
Harold winked and sat back down in his seat. Silence came upon them as they all searched for something to say.
"So..."
"So..."
"So, Bob, what's your favorite movie?" Harold's ringing voice broke the air.
Bob scooted in his chair. "Well, I found 'The Green Mile' to be quite enthralling."
Harold and Phil both nodded, each clueless.
"I like Jay Jay the Jet Plane," Phillip piped in.
Harold's face lit up. "Ohhh! Me too! Me too!"
"When no one's home, 'cept Henderson, because he takes his hearing aid out, I like to sing along!"
"He's Jay Jay..." Harold broke out into song and was soon joined by Phil.
"Jay Jay the Jet Plane..."
Bob sank down in his seat, mortified as he cursed himself for ever suggesting a double date.
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An hour later, Phillip and Harold sat on a bench outside the Blue Note. Harold picked a piece of chicken out of Phillip's hair as they looked through a window at a dancing Greta and Bob.
"I don't see why we got kicked out..." Harold started, "that food wasn't very good anyway."
"Nope." Phillip nodded in agreement as he remembered their chicken and pea food fight followed by an off key rendition of "Over the Rainbow".
"Well at least Greta's having a good time." Harold commented as he put an arm around Phil's shoulders and they started to walk off.
"Jay Jay, Jay Jay the Jet Plane..."
Chapter 12
Phillip shifted in his chair. He looked across the candlelit table and met Harold's eyes. He sent a dimpled grin his way and Harold giggled in return.
Harold noticed Phillip's eyes glaze over with desire. Phil wasn't yet aware of these feelings (his senses aren't the best, ya know), but they were there. Passionate, latent, and terrifyingly real.
Greta had excused herself to the restroom leaving the pair at the table with her date, Bob. He was charming and quite handsome, but nervously fidgeted, truthfully 'weirded out' by his companions. The way they stared into the other's eyes and made suggestive, yet seemingly innocent, comments. These two were obviously...well, they were "close".
Harold knew that something had changed in his relationship with Phil. He could feel it. He shivered with wanting. He longed to smooth out Phillip's hair or brush against his hand with his own. The Blue Note didn't seem like the appropriate place though, but since when had THAT stopped him? He tapped Phillip's hand lightly with his fingers.
"Massimo wanted me to invite you to his Tupperware party for him." His voice turned to a whisper, "I hope you'll come."
Phillip nodded. "I'll be there, don't you worry." he winked and gave a sexy smile which made Bob want to be sick. He wished he could go grab Greta and run, but... And then he felt it.
"Umm... who's rubbing my leg with their foot?"
Phillip blushed. "Sorry."
Harold leaned over the table. "Psst. Phil, I'm over here."
"Okay. I got it now."
Harold winked and sat back down in his seat. Silence came upon them as they all searched for something to say.
"So..."
"So..."
"So, Bob, what's your favorite movie?" Harold's ringing voice broke the air.
Bob scooted in his chair. "Well, I found 'The Green Mile' to be quite enthralling."
Harold and Phil both nodded, each clueless.
"I like Jay Jay the Jet Plane," Phillip piped in.
Harold's face lit up. "Ohhh! Me too! Me too!"
"When no one's home, 'cept Henderson, because he takes his hearing aid out, I like to sing along!"
"He's Jay Jay..." Harold broke out into song and was soon joined by Phil.
"Jay Jay the Jet Plane..."
Bob sank down in his seat, mortified as he cursed himself for ever suggesting a double date.
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An hour later, Phillip and Harold sat on a bench outside the Blue Note. Harold picked a piece of chicken out of Phillip's hair as they looked through a window at a dancing Greta and Bob.
"I don't see why we got kicked out..." Harold started, "that food wasn't very good anyway."
"Nope." Phillip nodded in agreement as he remembered their chicken and pea food fight followed by an off key rendition of "Over the Rainbow".
"Well at least Greta's having a good time." Harold commented as he put an arm around Phil's shoulders and they started to walk off.
"Jay Jay, Jay Jay the Jet Plane..."