Timothees Promise Chapter 18
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 18
Timothée smiled, the man talking on his cell phone as he walked down the hospital hallway, Dina and Nancy on both sides of him.
"That's great, you have the address. Thanks, one o'clock will be fine. Enjoy your morning." he smiled, closing off his phone, the actor picking up his pace, Nancy and Dina both smiling at each other.
Timothée pushed open the door, walking into Kolby's hospital room, seeing Dr. Matthews smiling at him, Kolby's smile wider.
"Good morning, Mr. Chalamet. Our patient is eager to fly the coop." he smiled, Nancy smiling at the doctor.
"How's he doing, Jim?" she smiled, the man patting her shoulder, the two colleagues.
"Your boy is greatly improved, Nancy. Still sore but more energetic. He's ready to run out of here." he smiled, Kolby looking up at him.
"Give me another leg and I'll give it a try." Kolby grinned, Timothée laughing, handing the doctor an envelope.
"All the photos are signed with personal messages." he smiled, the doctor smiling.
"Thank you, Mr. Chalamet." the doctor said, Timothée smiling.
"It's Timothée, Dr. Matthews. Do you have your phone? We can take some selfies. Your daughters will be happy seeing their dad with a celebrity." Timothée smiled, the doctor grinning.
Kolby smiled, watching Dina take the doctor's phone, the two men smiling beside each other, Timothée placing the doctor's arm around him, the doctor smiling for the camera, Timothée's smile genuine.
Nancy smiled, watching them both, walking up to Kolby, kissing his cheek, setting a bag she'd carried in down on the bed.
"Some fresh clothes for you to wear out. Tim picked them out." she smiled, Kolby smiling.
The doctor thanked Timothée, shaking his hand, Dina returning his phone.
"My three daughters are going to be tickled pink!" he smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"Alright, young man. I've signed your release. The nurse will be in with some prescriptions to fill, and a wheelchair for you to leave in. The wrist has improved greatly, I think you can remove the splint tomorrow, just be gentle with the wrist. We'll give you a call when your prosthetic arrives next week. It's been a pleasure seeing you, but please stay away from here, Kolby." he smiled, patting Kolby's shoulder.
"I'll definitely try my best, sir." Kolby smiled, the doctor saying goodbye to everyone.
"Let's get you dressed, babe." Timothée smiled, Nancy and Dina sitting down in two chairs, Timothée pulling the curtain around the bed.
He smiled at his man, leaning down and kissing his lips, his hands reaching for the bag.
They parted, Kolby smiling at him.
"I missed you, my hot stud." he smiled, Timothée lightly kissing him again, pulling back.
"Someone's indeed energetic. I felt so much love on your lips." he smiled, gently pulling the blanket off Kolby's chest.
Kolby smiled, Timothée gently pulling off the hospital gown, his eyes scanning over Kolby's now nude body.
He saw the bruising was still there, although a lighter shade of black and purple.
"You're healing, my love. Let's get you dressed." he smiled, seeing Kolby's cock was slowly rising to full mast.
"Energetic indeed. I'll gently take care of that later." Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing.
"You always get me excited with those staring green, hungry eyes." he smiled, Timothée smiling, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of Adidas sweatpants, and a pair of black boxer briefs.
"Though you'd like comfort over style, babe. The t-shirt will be easier to get on over your splint. And the sweatpants won't feel tight against your bruising."
"Always looking after my comfort, my handsome man is." he smiled, Timothée gently helping him on with the briefs, Kolby softly gasping.
The sweatpants were next, the young man feeling their warmth.
"Did you wear these first? They feel warm. But I don't smell your scent on them." he smiled, Timothée laughing.
"You're getting kinky, Kobe." Timothée said, Kolby lightly laughing.
"Later, babe. On that hot ass." he smiled, Timothée blushing, leaning in and pecking his cheek.
"Calmness love. We're not alone."
The two heard soft laughter behind the curtain, both blushing.
Timothée helped Kolby sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently putting the t-shirt over his head, guiding his splinted wrist in first.
He saw the bruising disappear under it, Kolby sighing gently.
"I feel almost normal again." he softly smiled, Timothée kissing his cheek, pulling out a sock and a boot, a small box of safety pins in his hand.
"I'll pin up the left pant leg, babe. That way you don't look weird." he smiled, Kolby seeing he'd thought of everything.
"Thanks, babe. Always looking out for me."
Timothée smiled, quietly pinning up the material, it disappeared behind Kolby's stump.
He smiled, liking his tailoring, pulling the curtains back, two women smiling at them both.
"We thought you two were both going to end up in that bed together, with those teasing words." Dina giggled, Nancy laughing, both men blushing again.
"I was just trying to dress him. He's the horn dog." Timothée smiled, Kolby laughing.
"Only for your sexy self, babe!"
Timothée beamed, going to his knees, putting the sock and boot on Kolby's right foot.
Lastly, he helped him into his winter jacket, the young man sighing at the additional warmth.
Nancy put the clothes Kolby had worn the night of his injury into the bag, smiling at the young man.
A nurse walked into the room, pushing a wheelchair ahead of her, smiling at everyone, some papers in her hand.
"Here are your prescriptions, Mr. Wentworth. And we insist you are wheeled out of here." she smiled, Kolby nodding.
"As long as my friend pushes me, I'm okay with that." he smiled, Timothée nodding.
"Since when did I become your slave?" Timothée smiled, Kolby winking at him.
"I'll grab the crutches, Tim." Nancy smiled, picking up the two metal crutches, Dina taking the papers from the nurse.
"I hope you feel better real soon, sir." the nurse smiled, Kolby thanking her, Timothée helping Kolby climb into the wheelchair.
"Let's go, slave boy!" Kolby grinned, the four saying goodbye to the nurse, Timothée pushing Kolby out of the room.
Kolby sighed, lying on the sofa wrapped in two arms of warmth, staring at the Christmas tree all lit in the corner of the living room.
Timothée snuggled behind him on the sofa, Dina smiling from the wing chair, the four back home.
Timothée looked around the room, seeing decorations on the windows and tables, the Christmas tree large and central to the festive room.
Nancy had just returned, picking up Kolby's prescriptions at a local drug store.
"Right where I wanted to be." Kolby softly said, Timothée kissing his neck.
"Me too, babe. Although the bed would be more comfortable."
"I'm not lying in bed all day. I want to be where the action is." Kolby smiled, Dina smirking.
"I thought with a star like Tim, that's where the action starts."
Timothée blushed, Kolby laughing.
"Oh, he does that. Especially at night! I'm putting mistletoe right over the bed." he grinned, Timothée lightly slapping his butt.
"You're recovering from serious injuries, babe. You don't need that right now." Timothée said, Dina smiling, hearing Timothée's caring in his voice.
"Hard not to think about it, with a saber wedged now against my ass." Kolby grinned, Dina laughing now, Timothée blushing even more, moving back a bit, Kolby pouting.
"Oh, babe!" Timothée said, Kolby turning a bit, kissing his lips.
"Love your blushing self, my red-faced Timbo." he smiled, Timothée kissing him back.
Dina smiled at their loving moments, Nancy walking into the living room.
"Lunch is ready. Do you want to eat in here on a tray, Kobe?" she smiled, Kolby's eyes meeting hers.
"No, Momma Bear. I want to eat at the table with everyone else." he said, the young man slowly sitting up, softly gasping, Timothée moving with him, reaching for his crutches which were laying against the arm on the other side of the sofa.
Kolby smiled, he and Timothée rising together, the crutches going under his arms.
Timothée checked his phone, seeing it was twelve.
"Everything okay, babe?" he said, Timothée kissing his cheek.
"It's perfect, my love." Timothée said, Kolby smiling, the young man heading for the kitchen, Nancy and Dina following him and Timothée.
The three sat down, Nancy bringing bowls to the table.
Timothée handed Kolby two of the pills out of a bottle Nancy had placed on the table, the young man smiling, swallowing them with a glass of iced tea.
Kolby smiled, seeing his favorite meal on the table.
Honey, garlic chicken wings and pasta alfredo.
"My favs!" he smiled, Nancy kissing his cheek.
"Welcome home, my son." she said, Kolby tearing up.
"Glad to be back in your feeding arms of love, Momma Bear." he smiled, Timothée smiling at the love Kolby felt for his surrogate mother.
Nancy wiped her tearing eyes, kissing his cheek again.
"Eat your fill, Kobe. I indeed cooked your favorites."
The four smiled at each other, starting to fill their plates with the delicious food.
After lunch, Timothée guided Kolby back into the living room, the two snuggling on the sofa again, Nancy sitting beside them, Dina in the wing chair, all four sipping Kolby's special brewed coffee.
"Mm, I've missed this." Kolby said, setting his mug down, noticing Timothée glancing at his phone again.
"Am I boring you, babe? If there's something else you'd rather be doing, I don't mind." he said, Timothée looking at him, then smiling.
"You will never bore me, my love." he said, smiling widely, looking around at everyone.
"Okay, babe. I have a surprise for you, It's the first of my Christmas wishes for you." he said, Kolby cocking an eyebrow.
"My wish came true already, my Timbo. I have you in my arms for Christmas." Kolby said, Timothée beaming, leaning in and kissing him deeply, the other two women smiling widely.
"Thanks, Kobe. You're my greatest wish as well." he said, everyone hearing the front door intercom go off.
"That's my surprise! I'll get it!" Timothée said, leaping up off the sofa, walking to the front door.
"Who's that, I wonder?" Nancy said, Dina looking at her.
"Maybe Stephan and Olivia?" she said, Kolby shaking his head no.
"Stephan's at the restaurant all day. It's Friday." he said, all three hearing a knock on the door, Timothée there to answer it.
A few moments later Timothée walked back into the room, an older well-dressed woman walking beside him.
Dina and Nancy rose up, Kolby staring up at the woman he didn't know.
"Everyone, this is Diana Watson. She's a friend of my mother's. Diana, this is Nancy Fairbanks and her daughter Dina Fairbanks. And the young man seated is my best friend I talked to you about, Kolby Wentworth." Timothée smiled, the woman shaking hands with Nancy and Dina, smiling at both, Kolby slowly rising to his feet, putting the crutches under his arms, slowly walking up to the older woman, extending his hand towards her.
"Hello, I'm Kolby. And Timothée is indeed my best friend." he smiled, the woman smiling widely, looking at Timothée, then shaking Kolby's hand gently.
"Timothée told me about your injuries, Kolby. I'm deeply happy that you're alright. I hope your injuries aren't taxing you?" she smiled, Kolby seeing the genuine concern and friendship on her face.
"Thank you, I'm healing slowly. And Timothée told me nothing about your visit." he said, staring at Timothée, the man smiling widely.
"Hence the surprise, Kobe!" he said, the man moving beside Kolby, his arm going around him, Kolby looking surprised.
"Diana knows all about our relationship, my love. I told her on Tuesday when our family had its Christmas celebration. She's my mother's dearest friend, almost a second mother to me and my sister." he smiled, kissing Kolby on the lips, the woman smiling widely.
"Yes, Timothée divulged your relationship to me in New York. I've never seen him so happy." she smiled, Timothée smiling widely, Kolby blushing.
"That I am." he said, taking Kolby's left hand in his.
"Please sit down, my love. It's time for my first surprise." Timothée smiled, gently guiding Kolby back to his seat, sitting down beside him.
"Please take my chair, Miss Watson." Dina smiled, the woman smiling at her, thanking her.
"It's Mrs. Watson actually. And just call me Diana." she smiled, sitting down in the wing chair.
"Would you like a coffee, Diana?" Nancy smiled, the woman saying yes please, Nancy returning shortly with a mug, the woman thanking her and sipping at it.
"Mm, that's so incredibly delicious! I didn't believe you, Tim." she smiled, Kolby looking at his man.
"Everyone back home has heard about your special blend. I had to tell them I'd found heaven in a mug." Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing again.
"It's only coffee, it's not the elixir of life."
Everyone laughed, Diana joining in.
"It's close, Kolby. So very refreshing!"
"On to my surprise." Timothée said, Kolby sensing a lot of excitement coming from his man.
The young actor rose, kissing Kolby's cheek.
"Stay right there, babe." he smiled, heading out of the room.
"What do you do for a living, Diana?" Nancy said, sitting across from her in a high back chair.
"I'm into different things." she smiled, her eyes looking around the room, staring with surprise at a few things, but remaining quiet.
A few moments later Timothée walked into the room, Kolby's eyes widening, as did everyone else's, seeing what was in his hands.
The man smiled, setting Kolby's paintings and sketches down in front of the windows, lining them up in a row right up to the Christmas tree, taking great care of them.
Diana Watson rose to her feet, staring at each one with shocked wonder.
"My God, you're correct, Tim! They are astounding!" she said, walking from one to the other, Kolby's eyes meeting Timothée's smiling face.
"My love, Diana is a renowned art critic and philanthropist in New York. She owns several galleries in the United States, and even one here in London. She wanted to see your work after I showed her the painting you gave me and the sketch card you sneaked into my bag." Timothée smiling, the man sitting down beside Kolby, his arm going around his stunned self.
"An...an art critic? I'm...I'm not worthy of that interest." Kolby softly said, Timothée kissing his cheek.
"Yes, my love, you are. I told you that I thought your art was unbelievably beautiful. She agrees completely with me. She wanted to see your other paintings here in London. She deals exclusively with new artists." Timothée said, Diana turning and walking over to the two young men, sitting down on Kolby's other side.
The young man saw glistening tears in her blue eyes.
"My God, Kolby! Your painting strokes, the depth of the characters, the lifelikeness of their showing truths! Your sketches are so life-like! You're a real artist!" she said, Kolby looking towards his paintings lined up.
"You...you like them that much? It's only a hobby for me. I just paint when I'm inspired." he softly said, Diana smiling at him, looking at Timothée.
"Timothée instantly saw the beauty of that one you gave him. The symbolism of your real-life bond, two young men who took a chance on each other's love. Please tell me what each of them inspires in you? Let's walk through them." she smiled, Kolby nodding, the young man rising with her, moving his crutches over to the paintings.
She pointed out a couple of other paintings on the living room walls, those the first to catch her attention before Timothée brought out the rest.
He described each one and where his inspiration came from.
What each represented in his mind.
Scenes from his past, people he'd noticed, animals he'd seen, each burning a memory in his mind that he had to put on canvas or sketch.
She was enthralled with his every word, walking with him, she picked up each canvas, the two talking.
Timothée smiled with happiness, Nancy and Dina smiling at him.
"Thank you, Tim. For showing him the beauty of his own self-worth. I always thought he was a real artist." Dina smiled, the three watching the two lost in Kolby's world.
After they'd gone through all the paintings and sketches, the two sat down again, Diana smiling at him.
"Your talent is remarkable. Are these all you have?" she said, Nancy smiling at Kolby.
"He's painted a few more, some given to friends, but he does have another ten or so down in the basement locker, and a few others hanging around the apartment." she smiled, Timothée smiling.
Diana looked surprised, smiling at him again.
"That might be more than enough for a complete showing. Now the gallery here in London is full, but I'm thinking you could display them possibly in early April. I'd like to have an appraiser go over all of them so I can settle on values for them." she said, Kolby looking shocked.
"You...you mean you want me in your gallery?! And you want to sell these?!" he said, Timothée kissing his cheek.
"Yes, babe. They're that good. The art community is going to be amazed by all of them."
"You're looking at them through your eyes of love, Timbo. Real people may not be as enthused." he said, Diana patting his shoulder.
"Trust me, Kolby. You have real talent, and people will be amazed. You could become a new light in the artistic world." she smiled, Kolby seeing the sincerity in her blue pools.
"Me, an...an actual artist. I never could have imagined that." he softly said, Timothée kissing his lips.
"Stick with me, babe. You'll go places." he smiled, Kolby smiling at him.
"But this, Timbo? This is so unbelievable!" he said, Nancy and Dina smiling at him.
"I always told you that you were gifted, Kobe." Dina smiled, Kolby smiling at her.
"As did I." Nancy agreed with her daughter.
"All I'm asking you is to think on all this, Kolby. There's no rush. You have a few months to decide. But I would like to organize the appraisal." Diana said, smiling at the young man, she pulled a card out of her purse, handing it to him.
"That's all my information, personal and business. Please give me a call." she said, rising to her feet, walking over to the paintings and sketches, moving her eyes over all of them.
She turned back, smiling at him.
"Tim told me about the symbolism of the painting you gave him. About you painting it months before you and he met. That you both thought it was a moment of destiny, your heart painting the future of your love. That's so unbelievable. That shows the specialness of your talent. That maybe there's something more than talent etched into those canvases." she said, Timothée nodding, rising to his feet.
"There is, and I'll prove it." he said, walking out of the room.
He returned shortly, Kolby rising to his feet, standing with the crutches, staring at what he carried in his hands.
"I'd forgotten about starting that." he softly said, Timothée carrying the covered canvas.
"Look at this everyone." Timothée said, setting the painting down, lifting the cover off the unfinished painting.
Nancy and Dina gasped, Diana staring in shock.
"Is...is that...?" she softly said, Timothée looking at Kolby.
"It's the moment after you fell off that bridge, Kobe. You painted this before it even happened." he said, Timothée's arm going around him as Kolby walked up to the painting.
"Somehow you were thinking about this, about something that was about to happen. I remember the dream you told me about, of someone fighting with you and you falling backwards into nothing. I think you were trying to paint what you saw in that dream. You just didn't know that it would become reality. I don't know what this means, but I know it changes nothing in my heart. I've fallen in love with a very special guy."
Kolby teared up, Timothée feeling the young man tremble.
"I...I don't understand what this means." he softly said, beginning to gasp softly.
"I think this has been too much, babe. I see the pain in your eyes. You need to rest." Timothée said, everyone staring at him.
"Alright, Timbo. I do feel the pain." he softly said, Timothée kissing his cheek.
Diana walked up to the two young men, smiling at Kolby.
"You're still recovering, Kolby. You do indeed need to rest. I'm heading back to the States in the morning. Let's please talk after the holidays. I'm convinced you're a very special, talented artist. It would be my greatest honor to show you to the world." she smiled, Kolby softly smiling back.
"Thank you, Diana. For coming here. This has indeed been a surprise." he said, the woman smiling at Timothée, kissing his cheek.
"Talk to you soon, Tim. Have a wonderful Christmas, everyone." she said, smiling at Nancy and Dina, Dina showing her to the door, and her jacket on the hooks.
"I need to lay down, Timbo. I'm in a lot of pain." Kolby softly said, Timothée nodding, guiding the young man out of the room.
Nancy walked into the bedroom, smiling at the touching scene before her.
Kolby lay on his bed, the young man wrapped in Timothée's arms, his head on his chest, the young man sleeping.
"He conked out almost as soon as he lay down. I think the extra pills helped the pain." Timothée said, Nancy nodding, she had given him two more.
The two had been in the bedroom for about three hours, Kolby sleeping deeply.
"Dinner's almost ready, Tim. Do you want to join us, or do you want to wait till he gets up?" she asked, Timothée gently moving, Kolby murmuring, moving onto his back, Timothée pulling the duvet cover more over his chest.
"I'm hungry, I'll eat with you both. I think I'll let him sleep for a while longer." he said, walking up to Nancy, she giving him a tight hug.
The two quietly walked out of the bedroom, Timothée's eyes on his man until he closed the door.
They both walked into the kitchen, Dina smiling at Timothée, she at the stove.
"We just made something light, after that weighty lunch." she smiled, Timothée nodding, sitting down at the table.
Dina put a plate of barbecued beef skewers, a bowl of rice and a large bowl of Caesar salad on the table, Timothée loving the aroma.
"That smells divine, Dina." he smiled, Dina smiling, filling all their glasses with iced tea from a pitcher, sitting down after.
They all filled their plates, Nancy smiling at Timothée.
"That was a wonderful Christmas surprise you gave him, Tim." Nancy said, Timothée smiling at her.
"He needed to see the talent he has. I'm positive he was surprised by Diana's opinion." he said, pulling meat off a skewer.
"He was, Tim. I always loved his paintings. He's very talented, I believe as always you made him see that himself." Nancy smiled, Timothée nodding.
"I'll always make him see the true potential within his soul."
The two women smiled, exchanging soft glances.
"About the new painting, Tim. It's so remarkable what it shows. That he'd paint a dream, the dream later coming true." Nancy said, Timothée's hand going on top of hers.
"I know it's strange, perhaps even mystical. But it in no way changes how I feel about Kobe. It's just a special part of the amazing young man he is. I'll always love him, mystery and all." he smiled, a new voice entering the conversation.
"And I'll always love you, giving love and all."
Timothée turned, a handsome face smiling at him.
He rose from his seat, walking up to Kolby standing with his crutches in the doorway.
"You should be resting, my love." he said, the two gently kissing.
They broke the kiss, Kolby licking his lips.
"Mm, Dina's barbecue beef skewers and Spanish rice. With some Chalamet juice." he smiled, Dina lightly laughing.
Timothée blushed, guiding his man to the table, Kolby gently sitting down, Timothée leaning his crutches against the kitchen counter, joining everyone.
"I'm surprised this hungry young man did not devour everything. He was nibbling on me earlier." Kolby grinned, Nancy laughing now.
"There's more in the oven, Kobe." Dina smiled, Timothée filling his plate for him with rice and two skewers.
"Yes, he has a nice warm oven too."
Timothée blushed deeper, the two women laughing more, Kolby kissing his cheek.
"Love you, Timbo." he smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"Not too in love with your sick twisted humor. But the rest, damn!" Timothée grinned, Kolby smiling.
"Less flirting, more Caesar salad, bitch!"
Timothée laughed, his embarrassment gone, filling his plate with salad.
"Feeling better, babe?" he smiled, Kolby nodding.
"Yes, the pain is less. Bruising has gone down too. My wrist feels much better. I think I'll take the splint off tonight so I can sleep unencumbered. But I'd love a shower after dinner. I want to feel refreshed." he said, Timothée nodding.
"I'll help you with one just before we head for bed." Timothée said.
The four smiled, Kolby looking around.
"I know it's strange about the paintings. The first one of our meeting on that bench, and now this one showing that bridge. I don't know what's going on. Call them premonitions or whatever. All I know is I see something in my mind, and I must put it to canvas. I'm just terrified of what it might mean in the future." Kolby said, Timothée's arm going around him.
"That you might see something that could be tragic? Maybe something with me or yourself?" he said, Kolby nodding, staring down at his plate.
Nancy's hand went on top of Kolby's hand.
"You can't think of the future with fear. You just must go with what's in the present. You always said that the past didn't matter, that you were always focused on the present, and the future. I think you must look at it that way. Just walk your path. The Lord guides us, walks with us and we live." Nancy smiled, Kolby smiling at her.
"Way to shove my own words down my throat." he laughed, Timothée smiling, seeing his mood had brightened, the man kissing his lips.
"Nancy's right. Let's go with the flow. Onward through our happiness." he smiled, licking his lips.
"And I want you covered in that barbecue sauce."
Everyone laughed, Timothée joining in.
They ate their dinner, good conversation flowing.
The four sat in the living room after dinner, relaxing and drinking coffee.
Kolby scanned his paintings and sketches, Timothée kissing his cheek.
"What are your thoughts on my surprise, my love?" he said, Dina and Nancy smiling at Kolby.
"I never imagined it, Timbo. That I'd really have that kind of talent. I knew they were good; I see them with my own eyes, I just never imagined they were that great. Diana seemed so impressed. And she's an art critic. I want to thank you, Timothée."
"For what, my love?"
"For making me see my own worth. That I'm an artist. A real damn artist!" he smiled, everyone smiling, Timothée kissing his lips.
"Now that's what I wanted to hear! My gift was a success!" he smiled, Kolby staring into his green pools.
"Yes, it was. You keep surprising me!" he smiled, Timothée kissing his neck.
"Wait till you see the rest of my gifts." Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing.
"You don't have to spend money on me to show your love. Just being in your arms is enough." Kolby said, Timothée shaking his head, smiling at Kolby's honesty.
"I know, babe. But I like to spoil my baby boy." he smiled, batting his eyelashes.
"I hope one isn't diapers. I'm not letting you powder my ass."
Nancy and Dina lost it, Timothée blushing, Kolby kissing his cheek, laughing himself.
"God, Kobe. That's terrible!" he blushed, Kolby kissing him tenderly.
"I love that blush." Kolby smiled, snuggling more into his man.
Timothée smiled, the four chatting about his paintings, sketches and just the day's enjoyment.
"So tomorrow I have another surprise, well two actually." Timothée smiled, Kolby moving a bit, staring at him.
"God, babe! I can't take all these surprises!" he said, everyone laughing, Kolby blushing.
"You're always worth the happiness I see when I surprise you. It makes my heart grow." Timothée smiled, Kolby sighing.
"Something tells me I'm in love with a very giving man." he smiled, returning to his favorite spot against his man.
"That you are, my love. Just take my giving heart with love." he said, the man winking at Nancy, she winked back.
Kolby caught the looks, staring at Nancy.
"What gives? You know what he's going on about?" he said, Nancy smiling at him.
"I know one of the surprises. It is a surprise." she smiled, Dina smiling too.
"You're all sneaky and evil." he said, Nancy laughing.
"But you love us just the same." she smiled, Kolby smiling widely.
"Yes, Momma Bear. Love all my family, this twisted angel the most." he smiled, his and Timothée's lips meeting again.
The two women smiled, the four relaxing.
Timothée and Dina got up a few minutes later, the two picking up all Kolby's paintings and sketches, returning them to his bedroom, then returning themselves, the four settling down with eggnog and cookies, watching a movie on Netflix.
Rise of The Guardians was Kolby's pick, Nancy smiling at his choice.
"Well, it does have a holiday theme. I know it's really a cartoon, but I love it. That Jack Frost is dreamy. Reminds me of Timothée." he smiled, Timothée cocking an eyebrow.
"I look like a cartoon?" he said, Kolby laughing.
"No, babe. He's young, slim, and beautiful." he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Nice save, stud muffin." Timothée smiled, the four laughing, enjoying the movie.
After the movie was over, Nancy and Dina cleaned up in the kitchen, Timothée gently guiding Kolby into the bedroom, helping the young man out of his clothes and into a robe, the young man smiling at Timothée's gentle touch.
"Your bruises are indeed a lot lighter. A couple of days and they may disappear completely." he smiled, his fingers gently tracing along Kolby's ribcage, the young man softly moaning.
"Still tender, Kobe?" he said, looking worried.
"Just a bit, Timbo. Like you said, a few days and I'll be back to mostly myself."
Timothée smiled, kissing his lips.
"Then back into me." Timothée grinned, Kolby laughing.
"Most definitely. I'm going to own you soon." he smiled, Timothée helping Kolby on with the robe, sighing as he covered his nakedness.
"Five minutes, babe. Then you'll see me all wet." Kolby smiled, Timothée beaming.
"Want me to carry you there, it would be faster?" he grinned, Kolby slapping his clothed butt, Timothée just wrapping himself in his robe.
"Calmness, horn dog. I'm not ready for much, unfortunately." he said, Timothée kissing his lips tenderly.
"You're ready for my loving wet touch. I'm getting my man clean." Timothée smiled, the two smiling, walking together towards the bathroom.
End of Chapter 18
And so, Kolby returns home.
And Timothée lands a surprise on him.
An art critic looked over his paintings, the young man's talent applauded.
More mysticism is now shown surrounding the young man.
Is Kolby being warned about the future?
What will happen to their love going forward?
Is he scared of what his talents might reveal in that regard?
On to the Christmas love.
Hugs, Angel.
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