Hide Your Heart

Movie Night

"So, baby, do you have a preference of movies?" asked Paul. He swept his hand towards the shelves full of movies he had. "Do you want to pick one or does it matter?"

In a hoarse voice Tommy answered, "No, as long as it's not scary." He got up and walked over to look at the movies. Finally picking one up, he handed it to Paul. "This one is fine."

After getting popcorn and snacks together, Paul climbed back in bed and turned on the movie. There were several previews before it actually started. While waiting, Paul opened up a candy bar and broke it in half. He was finished with his in two bites. Tommy looked at him and started laughing. "You're wearing half of it." he pointed.

Finally all the chocolate crumbs were cleaned up and the two were sharing popcorn. Tommy had just swallowed when a blood curdling scream caused him to jump. Wide-eyed he grabbed Paul and looked at him in fear. 

"God, I'm so sorry. I forgot to warn you about this part." He kissed Tommy's  trembling hand and wrapped him in a hug. "That's the only part, I promise."

"It better be."

It took a few minutes for Tommy's heart to slow down so he could finish the movie. He hoped it was over soon. Knowing it would have been worse watching a movie with Gene or Eric, he settled down.

Finally the credits started rolling and Tommy could relax. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and slid out of bed. "I'm going to try to take a shower. I need to calm down."

"A warm bubble bath always works for me."

"Maybe I'll try that."

In the bathroom, Tommy started the tub as he searched for the bubbles. He looked in the cabinet closest to the door and found several bottles. Reading the labels he realized they weren't bubbles.

"Why does Paul keep champagne in the bathroom?" he wondered. "Oh well."

"Tom, did you find them?" called Paul.

"Not yet. I found champagne though."

Paul poked his head in to look at the bottles. "Those aren't mine."

"Then who's been in here with you?"

"No one." 

Not wanting a fight, Tommy didn't continue the conversation. He sank into the tub and closed his eyes.

In the bedroom, Paul was trying to figure out whose champagne it was. "Probably Ace." "Lord, poor kid probably thinks I'm lying."

An hour or so later, Tommy came out in a t-shirt and lounge pants under a robe. "Paul, I don't care whose champagne it is or was. I know you didn't have any one over."

Paul pulled Tommy into a hug as they slid into bed. Dimming the light, Paul laid on his side to hug Tommy while Tommy had his back against Paul's chest. "Tom, I love you."

"I love you too." "Your feet are cold!" he squealed suddenly.

Paul moved his feet and tucked them under the covers. The two of them drifted off soon.