Clyde and Tiny Tim sitting in a tree.......

Started off with that old classic, which 3 people living or dead would you have dinner with. I decided Rodney Dangerfield, Sam Kinison and Tiny Tim. Of course Kinison and Dangerfield would be lamenting their luck with women. Me joining in with my own tales of woe. But, it begins to snow and only Tiny Tim takes the offer to spend the nite. 

And yes, I do find Tiny Tim to be attractive lol. I think he would've liked me if I got to know him. Not entirely sure where I'm taking this story, I was fairly drunk when I started it. Because we can keep with the soft and sweet romantic slash orrrrr we can go full on explicit. Either way, here's what we've got so far....

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The library is warm and inviting. The fireplace roars and crackles, battling the frigid snowy night. All the dinner guests have gone home before the snow got too heavy. It's just Clyde and Tiny Tim in the library. The invitation to stay the night was open to anyone, but he's the only one that accepted the offer.

Tiny Tim sits in a large overstuffed brown leather armchair, ukulele in hand. Gently humming to himself. Strumming the ukule absentmindedly. The only sounds in the room, his gently strumming and the crackling of the fireplace as the snow gently falls outside.

Tiny Tim smiles softly, and begins “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” and Clyde smiles. Tiny Tim's falsetto ringing throughout the quiet night. Clyde sits on the fur rug beside him and slowly scoots closer.

“And if I kiss you, in the garden, in the moonlight.....” he croons

“....will you pardon me?” Clyde chimes in.

Tiny Tim pauses for a moment, surprised Clyde knows the song. He resumes strumming and they sing together

“And tiptoe through the tulips with me?”

They sing together, finishing the song.

It's silent again. Just the sound of the crackling warm fireplace and the gentle pitter pat of snowflakes against the window.

Clyde looks up and smiles. “That was beautiful. Do you have any more songs about tulips?”

Tiny Tim grins. “This was written by Mister Jack Mahoney with music by Percy Wenrich, first published in 1914.”

“When you wore a tulip, a sweet yellow tulip......” Tiny Tim begins.

“And I wore a big red rose!” Clyde chimes in.

He's taken aback, surprised Clyde knows this song too.
Together they sing “Your lips were sweeter than julep, when you wore that tulip and I wore a big red rose!”

Clyde slides closer to Tiny Tim. Close enough to smell his soft and gentle musk. A scent between patchouli and baby powder. Heady and musky but sweet and clean. Clyde leans in closer, savoring his scent and warmth.

The only sound in the room is the crackling logs and the gentle snowfall. He is just so incredibly beautiful. His luxurious dark brown curls, his prominent and distinguished nose, his pale skin, soft brown eyes and gentle smile.

“I've always admired you. Your encyclopedic knowledge of music. How you bring old songs back to life. You truly are a phenomenal musician and I'm so glad you decided to stick around tonight.” Clyde says.

Tiny Tim blushes fiercely and he looks even more adorable. He fidgets with his ukulele and squirms a bit in his seat. Unsure and tentative. Not used to such praise. Not treated as a novelty act but an actual musical archivist. He absentmindedly traces his fingers down the strings of the ukule, Unsure how to take such a genuine compliment.

“Really?” Tiny Tim asks. His natural baritone peeking through his falsetto.

Clyde's hand creeps up to his. Softly interlacing their fingers and Tiny Tim only hesitates for a moment. Clyde looks him directly in the eyes.

“Yes. Really.” Clyde replies.

Tiny Tim gently squeezes Clyde's fingers. Feeling such intimacy and closeness, from another man. He blushes deeply. In a moment as if the whole world stood still. Tiny Tim and Clyde. The only two people left in the world.

Tiny Tim smiles and says “Thank you.”

Clyde releases his grip.

“Do you know Shine on Harvest Moon? I love that song.”

Tiny Tim grins and replies “Oh yes! It's credited to the vaudeville couple Miss Nora Bayes and Mr Jack Norworth. The song was debuted in the Ziegfeld Follies of 1908.”

Clyde leans in. His warmth just simply irresistible. Softly and tentatively Clyde rests his head in Tiny Tim's lap. He looks up with a shy smile.
“Will you sing it for me?” Clyde asks.