Part VI, by lengli
Part VI, by lengli:
24 hours later, Tim and Perry had just finished clearing customs at Pearson International Airport in Toronto. The flight had been positively dreadful: in an effort to remain inconspicuous, Perry had booked them in coach, something Tim wanted to erase from his mind for the rest of time. He tried to convince himself that his meagre helping of Planter's mixed nuts and the generic brand of club soda that he had been served was bringing him closer to his roots, but to no avail...maybe it was too late for him to go home after all. Thankfully, Perry had managed to secure a luxury car rental for them, so perhaps things were looking up.
Tim watched Perry returning from the rental desk, his embroidered silk kaftan (that he thought made him look like a male version of Elizabeth Taylor only without the crazy, as he loved to say) swinging behind him as he moved. Perry never moved so much as he glid, Tim paused to contemplate. He was so lucky to have found such a friend, especially in such a potentially lonely city as New York. They had found each other almost immediately, at a Mardi Gras party held by their mutual friend James Lipton back in the 80s. Their eyes had locked from across the room, exchanging mutual horrified glaces when Liza Minelli started flashing partygoers in an attempt to get beads. Gay icon or not, that was a side of Liza Tim certainly didn't need to see.
The attraction between Perry and Tim was immediate, and though the two had dated for several months, things ultimately did not work out. The pair decided though to remain best of friends, and best of friends they were to this day. Sometimes Tim still thought he caught a spark of fire burning in Perry's violet eyes, but ever since Tim's encounter with the psychic who had told him that as a "new soul", he would not find love in this lifetime, he quickly found an excuse to change the subject or leave altogether. All of a sudden Tim had a flash of panic of spending an entire weekend in the less-than-exciting town of Hamilton, especially as the silk caressed Perry's muscled torso.
Maybe this had been a very bad idea...
24 hours later, Tim and Perry had just finished clearing customs at Pearson International Airport in Toronto. The flight had been positively dreadful: in an effort to remain inconspicuous, Perry had booked them in coach, something Tim wanted to erase from his mind for the rest of time. He tried to convince himself that his meagre helping of Planter's mixed nuts and the generic brand of club soda that he had been served was bringing him closer to his roots, but to no avail...maybe it was too late for him to go home after all. Thankfully, Perry had managed to secure a luxury car rental for them, so perhaps things were looking up.
Tim watched Perry returning from the rental desk, his embroidered silk kaftan (that he thought made him look like a male version of Elizabeth Taylor only without the crazy, as he loved to say) swinging behind him as he moved. Perry never moved so much as he glid, Tim paused to contemplate. He was so lucky to have found such a friend, especially in such a potentially lonely city as New York. They had found each other almost immediately, at a Mardi Gras party held by their mutual friend James Lipton back in the 80s. Their eyes had locked from across the room, exchanging mutual horrified glaces when Liza Minelli started flashing partygoers in an attempt to get beads. Gay icon or not, that was a side of Liza Tim certainly didn't need to see.
The attraction between Perry and Tim was immediate, and though the two had dated for several months, things ultimately did not work out. The pair decided though to remain best of friends, and best of friends they were to this day. Sometimes Tim still thought he caught a spark of fire burning in Perry's violet eyes, but ever since Tim's encounter with the psychic who had told him that as a "new soul", he would not find love in this lifetime, he quickly found an excuse to change the subject or leave altogether. All of a sudden Tim had a flash of panic of spending an entire weekend in the less-than-exciting town of Hamilton, especially as the silk caressed Perry's muscled torso.
Maybe this had been a very bad idea...
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