The Boyfriend PART 2
The Boyfriend Part 2
Harry watched from the front door as the movers brought in carton after carton of Richard's things. Perry and Richard helped, and Harry finally dragged his feet off of the porch to help them.
"Thanks, Harry," Richard said as Harry took the opposite end of a large box.
"Don't mention it," Harry said. He looked at Perry who smiled at him and gave him a brief nod.
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For the next two weeks, Harry tried his best to get along with Richard. He'd given up the fight on trying to avoid him at all cost-it seemed implausible now that Richard lived with them.
"Hey, Per." Harry walked into the house to find Richard and Perry cuddling on the couch. "Hey, Richard." He attempted to smile at both of them.
"Hey, Harry." Richard smiled back at him. He pointed with his medical journal. "What'cha got there?"
Harry glanced at the DVD in his hand. "Iron Man," he grinned. "It was on sale at Walmart."
"Walmart, Harry?" Perry groaned. "You wandered around Walmart?"
"It's practical, Honey." Richard shrugged. "Walmart is a great place to walk around and not blow all of your money."
Harry suddenly felt bad for disliking Richard so much, and there he was defending him. He waved the movie around. "You guys want to watch it tonight?"
"Who's in it again?" Perry asked.
"Um...." Richard snapped his fingers. "Robert Downey Jr, I think."
"Oh yah..." Perry nodded, staring into space. He turned back to Richard. "He's cute."
Richard laughed and playfully hit him with a pillow. "Sure thing, Harry. We'd love to watch it with you."
Harry nodded and set the movie on the coffee table. "Okay, well, I guess I'll just..." he let his arms flop against his sides. "Go upstairs. Get out of your hair."
"Actually, Harry." Perry stood up. "Richard's about to leave. He has to go look at a car somebody's selling." He walked up to Harry and fixed some of his hair. "God, you need a haircut again-"
"You're getting side-tracked, Per-bear." Richard grinned. He looked at Harry. "You two can have a total BFFs day. I'm going to get out of your hair."
"Honestly, Harry." Perry didn't seem to be listening. "I just took you to the salon a month or so ago."
Harry batted his hand away. "So I'll swing by the barber shop tomorrow."
"You know how I feel about barber shops," Perry muttered. "Anyway, I have a couple of errands to run. Tag along."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Richard who nodded in approval. Harry nodded at Perry and silently followed him out to the car. Richard was behind them in an instant, going to his own car. He and Perry kissed and then got into their seperate vehicles.
"So how are things?" Perry asked as he started the car. He looked at Harry.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"With Richard," Perry said. "Living with us."
Harry shrugged. "It's okay, I guess." He scratched his nose. "But like I said before, he's your boyfriend, I respect that, so it doesn't matter what I think." He stared at Perry. "Why does it bother you so much?"
"I want you two to get along," Perry said, sighing. He rarely dropped his end of an argument so easily. It almost disappointed Harry. "Richard likes you, you know."
"I just don't know what's so great about him," Harry said after a few seconds of silence. "Why this guy? What was wrong with having one or two a night?"
"Harry, I want to be with somebody," Perry said, sounding unusually soft. "I want to settle down and be able to come home to somebody. I don't want to be keep faggot guns forever, you know?" He looked at Harry. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Harry nodded, staring out the window. "Sure, Per."
"I mean, don't you want to settle down one day? Just to know there's somebody at home?"
"I did until I moved in with you," Harry said, facing him. "And yah, we don't sex each other up, but that never seemed to be a problem before."
"So you're telling me that you just want me to bring in random, no-name guys forever so you won't get jealous?"
"Well, when you say it, it makes me sound jealous," Harry muttered.
"No, when you hear it out loud, you realize how jealous it makes you sound," Perry countered. He sighed again. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, Harry. I really don't."
"You don't have to tell me anything," Harry said, a little sharply, even for him. "I already told you that I don't care if Richard lives with us, even if he's gonna live there forever."
"Let's go get your hair cut," Perry said. "It's out of control."
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"This movie is so stupid, " Richard groaned as they watched the movie later after dinner.
An explosion appeared followed by action music and fight scenes and Richard turned to Perry and frowned thoughtfully. Perry seemed to be watching it intently.
"Hey, Perry," Harry muttered, still staring at the screen as he munched away from a pint of Ben and Jerry. "Imagine if you had the Iron Man suit and you could just travel around like that."
Perry chuckled. "Obliterate traffic, speed over traffic lights..." he and Harry both started laughing.
"What?" Richard laughed too, but it was obvious he didn't understand why they found it so funny.
Harry, still laughing, said, "If I had that suit, everytime some asshole wanted to take a bat to my knees or pistol-whip me or some shit, I could just blow 'em up."
Perry laughed even harder and Richard smiled, looking between them awkwardly.
"What flavor is that?" Perry asked, eyeing Harry's icecream.
"Um..." Harry looked at the label. "Phish Food, but it's froyo stuff."
"Pass it over," Perry said, gesturing with his hands.
Harry obliged and Perry took a bite. "That's way too sweet, Harry. It's like...being spoon-fed diabetes." He handed it back.
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"Oh my God!" Richard stood up from the sofa and closed his laptop when Harry and Perry stumbled in at two in the morning. "Where the hell were you?"
Perry sighed heavily and rubbed Harry's messy hair. He turned him around to observe a gash on his forehead. He then spun him around and moved his hands across his body, checking him for anymore injuries.
"Drug busts are always the worst," Harry said, swaying slightly.
"You were gone six hours on a drug bust?" Richard's brows furrowed. "Perry, you have bruises on your face."
"We thought it was just a small one being run in the back of a bootleg, asian toy store," Perry said. "Turns out it was a giant one, and it turns out the dick who hired us is part of it all."
"Perry, I'm gonna be sick..." Harry slurred.
Perry helped him to the stairs. "Can you make it up there?"
"Yah..." Harry nodded and clumsily made his way upstairs. Without closing the bathroom door, he began to vomit.
"Is he alright?" Richard asked.
"Concussion," Perry said. "Small one. We already went to the hospital." He sat down on the couch. "I'll doctor him up before I go to bed."
"You mean before we go to bed," Richard reminded him, sitting beside him.
"Yah, that's what I said, " Perry groaned. He turned to the direction of the stairs. "Harry, you still alive?"
Harry wretched in reply and Perry leaned back into the couch. "Mother fucker..." he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Oh, Perry..." Richard kissed him. "Baby, it's okay."
"Yah..." Perry sounded sleepy.
"Let's go to bed."
"In a minute, Harry...Goddamn..."
"I'm not Harry, Perry." Richard bristled. "Perry?"
Perry opened his eyes. "Did I say Harry?"
Richard smiled and rolled his eyes playfully. "I forgive you. Come on. Let's get you ready for bed."
They stood up and Perry shook his head. "Let me go check on Harry. Doctor his smarmy little ass up."
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"FUCKING OW!" Harry cried when Perry put another alchol-soaked cotton ball to a wound.
"Jesus, Harry!" He scuffed him. "Fucking hold still!"
"Just let me go to bed," Harry growled, holding his head. He squinted against the bathroom light.
"Oh, waah..." Perry glared at him. He tried to work gently. "Anyway, you can't go to bed for another hour, Genius. Concussion, remember?"
Harry leaned his head against the wall. Perry continued to work. It wasn't the most pleasurable encounter, but Harry had certainly missed it. Just the two of them. No mention of Richard.
To Be Continued...