neighbor!phainon is a handy man. [suggestive, cursing]
What does being a handy man mean to Phainon?
Everything. He can do anything. Fix anything. It only takes him an hour to understand the problem and how to fix it. Fixing your sink?
Phainon had it done within a day.
Fixing your TV?
Done within thirty minutes.
Making your food?
He's never made a bad meal.
You once even jokingly asked if he could take a look at your car.
"I used to be a mechanic!"
What?? How many jobs exactly did he have?
Your sat on his bedroom floor, back up against his bed as he sits in front of you. His guitar in his hands as he plays it like it's the easiest thing in the world.
"I used to be in a band." he hums out, fingers strumming against the strings.
"You're joking. You used to do everything, apparently."
He laughs at the way you say it, like it's a bad thing. You think it is, he's way out of your league.
"Mm, it wasn't that long. Just a year?"
You huff, blowing your hair out of your face. Maybe you're a bit jealous. It seems like every attractive guy is good at everything.
"To be honest," he starts, now tapping his fingers against his guitar before looking at you, "If it's with my hands, I'll always be good at it."
Oh.
There he goes again. It's always sexual tension with him. First it was at parties, then it was at his house, now here? He always finds a way to make you flustered.
"That, that's cool."
He stares for a second, smiling, "I can prove it."
"Phainon."
"What? What is your pretty head thinking about, huh? Silly. I mean like, I can do whatever you want me to. I am a handy man after all."
You huff and lean your head back roughly against his bed, "Can you like, do massages?" why would you ask that?
"That's easy. I can massage, do nails, do hair, makeup, waxing—"
"What the fuck did you go to college for?"
"Mechanical engineering. With Mydei. We used to live together, with a shitty landlord." he winces at a thought before shaking his head to forget it.
"I can fix lamps to, I found that out the hard way."
You laugh for a second, "Okay, genius. I'm assuming you paint to?"
"I can paint with my fingers and paintbrushes."
"Shut up."
"I'm serious!" he laughs out, placing the guitar gently on the ground beside him and leaning back, resting his palms against the floor.
"Yeah right, there's no way!"
"The painting in my living room."
"You're fucking kidding."
He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, "I'm not."
"Phainon, that's genuinely amazing."
"Thank you, princess. I do it when I'm bored."
"Wait wait, so can you like.." you start thinking for a second. It's like a fun game of trivia.
"Origami?"
"Easy."
"Rubiks cube?"
"Oh honey, try a little harder."
You flush for a moment, looking away from his face, "Crocheting?"
"Mom taught me. That and knitting."
You stare in awe, before laughing in disbelief, "What the hell? How?"
"I could teach you, it's so easy. Like playing golf, or pool."
"Can you swim really good too?"
He grins, "I used to be on my basketball, football, and swimming team."
"How??"
"I moved around a lot!"
You stare at him for a second and he watches you back, his head tilting to the side— resting on his shoulder. It's silent, not awkward. Just quiet as you both look at each other.
"Could you teach me?" you mumble out, fidgeting on your lap and he laughs for a second.
"I may not be a good teacher. Although, maybe I am good with my mouth?"
You wonder if he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
I'm begging you... PLEASE GIVE PHAINON A GOOD ENDING PLEASE PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU ON ALL FOURS... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE... THAT BEAUTIFUL MOMTEHFUCKET DESERVES THE WOLD PLEASE LET THAT MAN LIVREEEEE FUCKING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND GIGGLY... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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