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Chapter 14
Phillip giggled as he pretended to tug at the blindfold that Harold had carefully wrapped around his eyes. They were driving in Harold's wreck of a car and Phillip was howling...urr.. singing along to the radio.
"Hope*squeak*lessly, He*squeak*lplessly, Re*squeak*cklessly..."
Harold cringed. Ever since that darn bet, his little friend just couldn't stop. But if you can't beat em...
"I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly falling in love..."
Harold looked over at Phillip's blindfolded face. He longed to tear the cover off to reveal a pair of familiar, vibrant eyes and run his fingers along his chiseled jaw, but he had to keep their location a surprise. He hoped Phillip would like it. Harold wanted to share his happiness with the two people who mattered most.
Phillip felt the car to a stop (either that or the brakes had quit again). Haaarold... can I take this off yet?"
"Hold on, silly billy." Harold went around and opened Phillip's door. The younger man stepped out and inhaled the fresh, country air, his mind already registering STABLES. Stables aren't manure infested dumps, but quite sensual... or so his "uniquely" slow mind believed.
Harold grabbed the younger man's hand, breaking hi dirty thoughts. (Dirty because of content, not because stables are. ;) ) and he led him along a small path. He quickly removed the blindfold and Phillip caught sight of a quaint, rustic little house.
An older, plump woman rushed out of the house, a frilly apron tied around her waist. "Oh Harold is this your little friend?"
"Yes, Grammie Maybelle, this is Phillip."
Phillip blushed and the woman bent down to pinch his cheek. "Well aren't we the cutest little thing?"
Phillip smiled, still a little nervous, as Harold and Maybelle led him into the house.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
An hour later, Harold and Phillip were seated at Maybelle's kitchen table as she served them their third batch or chocolate chip cookies and milk. Once she left, Phillip, his mouth full of cookie pieces and milk dripping off his chin, commented, "Your grandma is really nice, Harold. I never really had love like that before. Kinda jealous."
Harold tilted Phillip's chin up and beamed into his face.
"That's why I want to share mine."
Later, Maybelle watched the two guys as they raced outside to play touch football in the yard, and chuckled.
"Boys will be boys," she commented aloud, but then wrinkled her nose remembering Harold's lengthy sewing phase. Needless to say, his is NOT a dressmaker.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
Phillip arrived at home that night with a full stomach and his new Tupperware full of cookies. Spending time with Harold and Maybelle, just talking, playing cards or watching The Powerpuff Girls, had put a lot of things in perspective. Maybe everything he had once
strived for wasn't real, wasn't fulfilling. Now there was going to be no more whining from Phillip Kiriakis about what he didn't have and no more trying to force love of any kind. He was going to let it find him.
Chapter 14
Phillip giggled as he pretended to tug at the blindfold that Harold had carefully wrapped around his eyes. They were driving in Harold's wreck of a car and Phillip was howling...urr.. singing along to the radio.
"Hope*squeak*lessly, He*squeak*lplessly, Re*squeak*cklessly..."
Harold cringed. Ever since that darn bet, his little friend just couldn't stop. But if you can't beat em...
"I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly falling in love..."
Harold looked over at Phillip's blindfolded face. He longed to tear the cover off to reveal a pair of familiar, vibrant eyes and run his fingers along his chiseled jaw, but he had to keep their location a surprise. He hoped Phillip would like it. Harold wanted to share his happiness with the two people who mattered most.
Phillip felt the car to a stop (either that or the brakes had quit again). Haaarold... can I take this off yet?"
"Hold on, silly billy." Harold went around and opened Phillip's door. The younger man stepped out and inhaled the fresh, country air, his mind already registering STABLES. Stables aren't manure infested dumps, but quite sensual... or so his "uniquely" slow mind believed.
Harold grabbed the younger man's hand, breaking hi dirty thoughts. (Dirty because of content, not because stables are. ;) ) and he led him along a small path. He quickly removed the blindfold and Phillip caught sight of a quaint, rustic little house.
An older, plump woman rushed out of the house, a frilly apron tied around her waist. "Oh Harold is this your little friend?"
"Yes, Grammie Maybelle, this is Phillip."
Phillip blushed and the woman bent down to pinch his cheek. "Well aren't we the cutest little thing?"
Phillip smiled, still a little nervous, as Harold and Maybelle led him into the house.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
An hour later, Harold and Phillip were seated at Maybelle's kitchen table as she served them their third batch or chocolate chip cookies and milk. Once she left, Phillip, his mouth full of cookie pieces and milk dripping off his chin, commented, "Your grandma is really nice, Harold. I never really had love like that before. Kinda jealous."
Harold tilted Phillip's chin up and beamed into his face.
"That's why I want to share mine."
Later, Maybelle watched the two guys as they raced outside to play touch football in the yard, and chuckled.
"Boys will be boys," she commented aloud, but then wrinkled her nose remembering Harold's lengthy sewing phase. Needless to say, his is NOT a dressmaker.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
Phillip arrived at home that night with a full stomach and his new Tupperware full of cookies. Spending time with Harold and Maybelle, just talking, playing cards or watching The Powerpuff Girls, had put a lot of things in perspective. Maybe everything he had once
strived for wasn't real, wasn't fulfilling. Now there was going to be no more whining from Phillip Kiriakis about what he didn't have and no more trying to force love of any kind. He was going to let it find him.