Starring: Matt Bomer as Guy Handsome, Jared Leto as Joe Handsome and Special Guest Star Rosario Dawson as the Goddess Pele.
Guest Hunk: Hugh Jackman as Howard Handsome
Joe said, “so what do you want to do today, Uncle Howie?”
The three men were hanging out on the beach near the cottage, Guy and Howard Handsome in hammocks and Joe Handsome on his laptop in a lawn chair.
All in all they had been having a wonderful time together during Uncle Howie's vacation. Howard successfully sloughed off questions into his vocation, and the brothers avoided explaining why they didn't ever wear shirts, or why they were not returning to Chicago and their regular lives.
It was a guy thing.
“I think I would like to just kick back and have some time to myself, today.” Howie said casually. “If that is okay with you both?”
Guy looked at his Uncle, “We have invites to a Luau tonight,” He said.
“I'll make certain that I am back by then,” Howard promised. Then he gave each of his nephews a hug and departed for his time to himself.
Pele was standing on the rim to her favorite caldera. She was wearing her favorite gown, the one with the fitted bodice and the voluminous full length skirt with the tightly ruffled flounce that followed the slit from the ground to her hip. Behind her ear was a hibiscus blossom as boldly red as the gown she wore.
Of course, she was expecting company. And, as a goddess is not apt to be disappointed, she saw the massively stud-like Howard Handsome walking up, his white linen shirt mostly unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm. His black trousers fit just right, clinging to his gladiator's thighs, and giving her an urge to make him turn around, so she could check the fit there, as well.
“I think you are what is keeping my nephews here,” He said as he came face to face with her. Which was really more chest to face, since he had a height advantage. He seized her shoulders and pulled her close, making her look up into his eyes.
Pele licked her lips and smiled secretively, “I don't think you know as much about me as you pretend to,” she replied.
Somewhere a tango began to play.
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Howard's hand found the small of Pele’s back and he began to sing:
“Molten fire,
you make me burn
With molten fire
to melt my heart,
a heart of stone.
Black as stone,
black as night,
black are your eyes
yet they burn
with molten fire.”
Together they moved to the beat of the music, move countering move, swaying and maintaining each other’s gaze.
As he snapped her to arms length and coiled her back in, Pele sang back:
“Your heat,
the steam it rises,
Your waves
pound the shore
of fire.
Yet my heart
melts a distant
icy shore
glacier graced
with ardor.”
Howard bent her back and dragged her across the pumice and ash. His rich full voice rang out:
“Free on the wind
your hair lifts
free as your gaze
free as your smile,
can you not be free?
Soft dark curves
Like the mountains
heave with a sigh.
roll like the meadows
in the wind.”
Pele raked her hands through his hair and smacked him, twice, across the face then pushed him backwards with a palm to his chest, always to the unrelenting rhythm, singing:
“Who are you
to know my heart
my soul of fire
and what moves
my world?
You can not
fight the force
of nature,
of creation,
that I am.”
Needless to say, Howard was late for the luau, but he never explained why. And seeing the look in his eyes, the Handsome brothers never asked.
Our next Episode: Luau!
