The Pianist

Chapter Seventeen - Big Boys Coming with the Big Trucks

My eyes averted from Phil's face to the keyboard on it's stand in the corner of his room. He caught this, and asked me if I would play something for him. My cheeks flushed pink again, but I nodded. I walked to the keyboard but froze in front of it.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Phil took my silence as a yes. "Do you know Fergalicious?"

"What's a fergalicious? Can you give me the definition?"

"Fergalicious? Definition: Makes the boys go loco."

I tilted my head back and nodded knowingly. I remembered it perfectly. I placed my hands on the keys and began to play. I saw Phil sit on his bed from my peripheral vision, and he watched me intently as I played the entire song. When it was over, I hesitated before turning to face him, nervous as I'd realised how embarrassing it was to perform for someone. I was lost in the music during the song, but now that it was over, I felt anxious again.

"That was.. G-great," Phil stuttered out, but I didn't get why. What did he have to be nervous about? I watched Phil fidget in place on the bed, and that's when my eyes were drawn to his massive fucking boner. My cheeks instantly turned red, like a fucking mood ring displaying embarrassment, and I quickly turned away. Why did he have a gigantic boner right now? Was he staring at my phat ass as I played Fergalicious? 

"I-I can play another one!" I blurted out, desperate to distract myself.

"Ah! N-no, it's okay!" Phil interjected, trying to avoid me, I supposed. "We should probably help my mom with dinner right about now!"

I nodded and followed Phil as he led me downstairs to the kitchen, where we found his mum peeling potatoes. I assumed bangers and mash but she revealed she was making homemade fries to go with the Texas steak that was thawing on the counter beside her. 

She instructed Phil and I to chop the potatoes into fry shape, but there was only one chopping board. We stood so close together, I could feel Phil's body heat. I blushed, remembering the sight of his huge schlong erect through his jeans, and almost chopped my finger off. We didn't chat while preparing dinner, just listened to the kitchen ASMR and the sound of Phil's mum humming the tune stuck in her head. 

"Okay boys, I'll put this all in the oven and call you when it's ready!" His mum announced, smile plastered on her face. Phil took me back upstairs, reluctant to address the situation from earlier. Having had a moment to reflect on it, I was now feeling uncharacteristically confident. 

He closed the bedroom door, but before he could say anything at all, I said, "I actually learnt a new song on the piano recently, I want to show it to you." Phil nodded eagerly, happy to see me break the awkward tension. 

I grabbed Phil's keyboard and spun it around, now I could play while looking at Phil instead of facing the wall. My heart was shaking, but it was with the good kind of adrenaline that boils your blood and makes you see stars, not the kind that feels like drowning or suffocating in a tiny confined space. 

"This is 100 gecs, you've probably never heard of them," I told him before pressing my fingers to the keys. As I serenaded Phil, I glanced up and saw him entranced by my music. Boner alert.

Once I'd completed my gecs, I stepped away from the keyboard and walked towards Phil and went to sit beside him on the bed, brave enough to get close to him. Phil grabbed the fabric of my shirt and I stumbled onto the mattress. He looked into my eyes before- kissing me?!?! I swear, I was going to faint right then and there on top of him. I forgot how to breathe.

It was a moment that seemed to last an eternity. Fireworks exploded in my stomach and in my chest as I went lightheaded, all logical thought swept away by the gentle breeze escaping through the open window of Phil's bedroom.

But Phil pulled away from me, and the look in his eyes was different. The glazed expression he'd worn before was gone. "Uh..." was all he could stutter out. My face faltered, confused at his reaction. Was I that bad at kissing? I know it was my first time but surely Phil wasn't some sex god kissing expert? Who was he to judge?

"Um, Dan," Phil said, looking away from me, "I have an idea."

My heart skipped a beat.

"You said you can't break the curse unless you kill the shaman in Egypt, right?"

Oh... it was just about my stupid bloody curse again. I groaned, but only internally. I didn't want to start any shit right now. 

"Well, I never said I had to kill him, just that it would thrive as long as the shaman lives," I corrected him, though I supposed killing the shaman was a hypothetical option. But how would I ever get to Egypt?

"I can take you to Egypt."