Timothée's Promise

By Angel J

Published on Sep 27, 2024

Gay

Timothée's Promise Chapter 19

Timothée's Promise

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Chapter 19

Kolby sighed, feeling the wet hands moving across his naked chest, Timothée soaping it again.

"I love your chest, Kobe. It's so muscular, smooth and beautiful. I could run my hands over it for hours." he smiled, kissing Kolby's wet lips, the young man's back against the shower wall, the spray on his lower regions.

"I love yours, my wet angel. Mirrored in love and beauty."

"I wish I had your chiseled form. I'm just toned." he smiled, his fingers lightly rubbing both nipples, Kolby softly moaning.

"More like your boned, babe." Kolby smiled, looking downward, Timothée's large erection at full mast.

Timothée smiled, moving forward a bit, his center rubbing against Kolby's own, it erect as well.

"I follow the leader." he smiled, Kolby smiling back.

"Your touch excites me, deal with it. I just wish I could get onto my knees, and I'd make you happy." he said, Timothée sighing, kissing his lips again.

"You make me happy just being here in my arms. Let's take care of those other things when you're healed." he smiled, Kolby nodding.

"Well, if I'm lying down flat there shouldn't be any discomfort for me if you'd like to take a tender trip along my body. I know you won't hurt me."

Timothée laughed, slapping Kolby's wet ass cheek.

"God you're such a flirt." he smiled, Kolby smiling, lowering his head to Timothée's chest, the man's arms wrapping around Kolby's warm wet form, supporting him.

"Not hard to do when I'm in the arms of a god." he smiled, Timothée's hands washing his back and ass.

"I think you're all clean babe." he smiled, Kolby kissing his neck.

"Better do my ass crack. I had a large poo this morning. Might be still sniffy down there."

Timothée smiled, his fingers guiding the loofah sponge between Kolby's globes.

"Anything to stop you stinking." he laughed, Kolby's hand slapping his ass cheek now.

Timothée laughed, rubbing the suds against Kolby's center.

The young man sighed, Timothée feeling his erection against his own.

"Thanks for doing this, Timbo. Your touch is like heaven. I feel so wet and clean." Kolby smiled, raising his head again, kissing his lips.

"You're welcome, my Kobe. Now let's rinse us off and I'll dry you." he smiled, the man nodding, the two stepping under the spray, Timothée washing off the suds from both their slim bodies.

He guided Kolby out of the shower, turning the taps off, then grabbing two towels, gently drying his man's hair, body and beauty.

He guided Kolby to the toilet, sitting him down, the young man smiling, watching Timothée drying his own form.

He smiled, taking in the beauty of his soulmate.

His perfect smoothness, only soft dark brown hair on his crotch, legs and armpits.

Kolby sighed, remembering the taste of every inch of his man's toned beauty.

Timothée smiled, slipping his robe on, discarding the towels in the hamper, handing Kolby his robe, seeing the pout on his face.

"To cover beauty is to cover life." Kolby smiled, Timothée smiling more.

"You'll see all of me again in like five minutes." he giggled, Kolby winking.

"Lead on stud." he smiled, Timothée helping him stand up, wrapping him in his robe, the crutches under his armpits, the two men walking out of the bathroom.

They met Dina and Nancy in the hallway, both heading for bed.

"All clean, Kobe?" Nancy said, Kolby kissing her cheek, giving her a tender hug.

"Yep! Timbo's fingers were amazing as ever. But the bugger refused to use his tongue!" 

Dina and Nancy laughed, Timothée blushing, the two women hugging both men, kissing them goodnight.

The two men smiled, walking into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Timothée guided Kolby to the bed, the man having already pulled the covers back, the pillows fluffed and ready.

He helped Kolby out of his robe, scanning the young man's chiseled beauty.

Kolby's fingers went to the wrist splint, Timothée helping him remove it, Kolby gently moving the wrist.

"I feel a bit stiff, but no pain." he said, Timothée smiling, rising to his feet.

"Yes, you're indeed stiff." He smirked, glancing at Kolby's erect shaft, the young man laughing.

He took Kolby's robe back to the door, hanging it up, his own joining it, then shut off the light switch.

Kolby's eyes followed his naked form, the slim adonis climbing into the bed, his center swaying as he moved.

The two got comfortable, Kolby softly moaning as he moved around.

"You okay, babe?" Timothée said, his hand going to his shoulder.

"No. I don't have you in my arms." he smiled, Timothée smiling, gently moving, laying on his side, his head going to Kolby's smooth chest.

"Mm, heaven indeed." he sighed, Kolby kissing his forehead.

The two snuggled, feeling each other's love.

The room was quiet, lit by the one single lamp on the bedside table.

Kolby began to tremble, Timothée raising his head, seeing tears on his cheeks.

"What's wrong, my love? Was I hurting you?" he said, worry etched on his face.

"No, babe. I was just thinking about being here, in your arms. I thought I'd never feel this again. When I fell, your beauty flashed before my eyes. I felt I was losing it, that death was on its way. That I'd never experience this again. Or the passion of your soul." he said, Timothée moving, their lips meeting, Kolby feeling all his love.

They broke the kiss, staring into each other's eyes.

"My Kobe. It was the same for me. When I was on the phone and Nancy cried that you'd fallen off the bridge, my heart felt crushed. I instantly thought of that dream you had. That you were going to leave me. I've never felt so alone in my life. Your love had laid claim to my heart. And when I was on the way to the airport and Olivia called me back, saying you were alive, but injured and in the hospital, my heart beat anew. For it sensed that you weren't going anywhere. That we'd both have this beautiful moment. That our love was always destined to be here. Wrapped in each other's arms."

Their lips met again, both feeling the truth in Timothée's words.

"I promise you that I'll give my soul to always protect you, my beautiful Kobe." he said, their lips meeting again.

"I love you, Timbo."

"I love you, Kobe." 

Kolby smiled, wiping his eyes.

"I'm laying down now, my body's yours if you want it. I know you'll be gentle. It's been too long, Timothée. I need to feel your passion. I need you to be the light of my desires." Kolby said, Timothée smiling at him.

"I'll always want your beautiful body, Kobe. Are you sure? You're still healing, my love."

"Yes, but I need you more. We could do a top and bottom 69. You on top, over me." he smiled, Timothée grinning.

"You're such a twisted fuck!"
Kolby laughed, kissing his lips again.

"I need that beautiful ass and dick again. I'll be as twisted as you want me to be, you are a fucking stud."

Timothée laughed, gently removing the pillows from Kolby's head, moving him down the bed a bit, the young man smiling.

Timothée moved, his body moving behind Kolby's head, kneeling.

Kolby felt Timothée's rising shaft on his head, the young man beaming.

"Ready, my love? If anything hurts, please tell me. I don't want to cause you pain." Timothée said, leaning down and kissing him upside down, their lips feeling different, but still exciting.

"Ready, my Timbo. Gimme that sexy ass!" 

Timothée laughed, moving forward, going towards Kolby's hard shaft.

Kolby felt Timothée's hardness rubbing over his face, then his balls, then a smooth crack coming into view.

Kolby's hand went up, stopping Timothée's legs from moving forward, pushing his ass downward a bit,

His tongue crept into that heated center, finding a delicious rosebud.

Timothée gasped, feeling that tongue begin to move, lapping up the moisture within him.

He groaned, then moved his head downward, swallowing a few inches of Kolby's warm shaft.

The two moaned together, lost in the deliciousness in front of them.

For ten minutes Kolby ate out Timothée's warm ass, Timothée alternating from Kolby's shaft to his balls, relishing the taste of both. Drinking in Kolby's leaking fluid.

Timothée felt his own edge coming, warning Kolby, diving back onto Kolby's shaft, feeling it now sliding down his throat, going farther than it ever had.

He felt hairs on his nose, knowing he'd bottomed out.

He heard Kolby gasp, the man coming off Timothée's ass, then diving onto Timothée's dripping erection.

Timothée gasped, both men exploding at the same moment, filling their lover's mouth with their creamy seed.

The two trembled, coming down from the heights of their climaxes, Timothée careful about staying above Kolby's injured chest.

The man eventually moved, crawling off Kolby, moving and snuggling against his side, both kissing again, swapping their essences between each other, combining them for a meal of love.

The two parted, smiling at each other.
"Well that was new! Damn, you love my ass!" he smiled, Kolby smiling back.

"I sure do. Almost as much as your dick and that creamy filling."
Timothée smiled, Kolby seeing tears in his eyes.

"You okay, my Timbo?"
"Yes, I'm just so happy that's back, those beautiful desires. I love you so much!" Timothée said, Kolby pulling him closer, Timothée's head now on his glistening chest.

"I'm happy also, my love. Your sensuality moves me in so many ways. Our lovemaking is back." Kolby softy said, Timothée looking up into his eyes.

"You okay, my love? No pain?" he softly said, Kolby smiling at him.

"No, my love. The only pain I feel is the fact you didn't make deep love to me." he softly smiled, Timothée's lips meeting his.

"Soon, my love. Soon that deepness will enter both our souls." he smiled, his head returning to Kolby's chest, the man softly yawning.

"Can't wait, my beautiful, tired tiger." Kolby said, Timothée yawning again.

"Sorry, my love." he softly said, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, my Timbo. I love you."
"Goodnight, my Kobe. Love you more." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling, closing his eyes, the two quietly falling asleep.

The next morning saw the two of them waking up together, soft kisses exchanged, as well as words of love.

Timothée saw the young man's bruising had lessened, Kolby feeling less pain.

Timothée helped Kolby shower again, the two flirting, but keeping their love close.

They dressed together, each picking out each other's wardrobe, both smiling at the choices, Timothée dressing Kolby, the young man smiling at his calming, loving touch.

"You're hired, beautiful. When I get my castle, you'll be my manservant." he smiled, Timothée laughing, slapping his jean-covered ass.

"Yes, my Lord. How about a sex slave too?" he grinned, Kolby kissing his lips.

"That you already are. And a damn fine one!" he smiled, Timothée beaming.

The two walked out of their bedroom, the hour just before eight.

No one was stirring, Timothée smiling as he and Kolby walked into the kitchen.

"Sit, my love. I'm going to cook breakfast for everyone." Timothée smiled, Kolby slapping his ass.

"To the stove, wench! The master is famished!" he grinned, Timothée smirking.

"Someone's having some fun with the royalty talk. Another dream, babe?" he smiled, Kolby smiling, sitting down at the table.

"Well, I've bagged me the prince of my heart. That's the best dream."

Timothée smiled, heading for the coffee brewer.

The two lightly chatted, Timothée making pancakes, hash browns and sausages, Kolby showing him where everything was.

Nancy and Dina walked into the kitchen half an hour later, both kissing Kolby's cheek.

"Something smells divine!" Nancy smiled, kissing Timothée's cheek, the young man smiling at her.

"Chocolate chip pancakes, hash browns with onions, and sausages. Coffee's ready on the table, ladies." Timothée smiled, Dina kissing his cheek now.

"How sweet, Tim. Momma Bear may keep you on." she smiled, Nancy chuckling, filling two mugs with coffee, handing one to Dina.

"Indeed. Once I've trained him to serve it to me in bed, that is." she smiled, Timothée laughing.

Kolby smiled, Dina and Nancy sitting down with him, a mug of coffee already in his hands.

Timothée opened the oven once the final toast was ready, carrying his breakfast fare to the table, he joining them all.

They dove in, smiling and eating heartily.
"Feeling any better this morning, Kobe? I see you've removed the splint." Nancy smiled at him, Kolby smiling back.

"Yes, slept well last night. This morning the bruising is about half its original size. The wrist feels a bit stiff but no pain. I'm healing. The pain's greatly lessened. Now just to get my leg back. I miss being totally mobile." he smiled, Timothée kissing his cheeks.

"If you get tired of the crutches, I can piggyback you around."

"Well, you're hung like a horse, might as well saddle you and ride."

Dina and Nancy burst out laughing, Kolby smiling at Timothée's blushing face.

"I thought I heard someone galloping last night." Dina smiled, Kolby laughing loudly, Timothée smiling at his rich laugh.

"Kolby makes the best jockey." he smiled, Kolby laughing more, kissing his cheek.

"I love your blushing love, babe." he smiled, Timothée smiling, the blushing gone, getting up and bringing more food.

"So, what's the agenda today?" Nancy smiled, Timothée's eyes meeting hers.

"Well, Kolby is relaxing, his snuggle mate making sure of that. I do have to go out for a bit though, some last-minute shopping to do." Timothée smiled, Nancy nodding.

"As do I. We can go together, Tim. We can leave after breakfast. Maybe pick up something for lunch and bring it back."

"My God, Timbo! You've got enough presents stacked under our tree already!" Kolby said, Timothée smiling, kissing his lips.

"I want our first Christmas to be memorable. I love spoiling my Kobe." he smiled, Kolby shaking his head.

"All I need is you in my arms over the holidays. That's enough of a gift." 

Timothée smiled, seeing Kolby's shining love and honesty.
Material things didn't matter to him, it was the love and togetherness he treasured most.
"Love you, babe. Your sincerity, kindness and honesty freshen my soul. You're goodness at its best." 

Kolby blushed, but smiled, their lips meeting, the four smiling, finishing their breakfast.

After breakfast, Timothée and Nancy left, she driving, both kissing Kolby and Dina goodbye.

Nancy had asked both what they'd like for lunch.

The two had conferred, both smiling, pizza the decision.

"And maybe some nice chicken wings, Momma Bear." Kolby had smiled, his man kissing him several times before he left him on the sofa.

Dina smiled, Timothée waved goodbye, he and Nancy leaving.

"You'd think he was going off to war, by those kisses." she smiled, Kolby laughing.

"He's my little tin soldier. Wind him up and he can do some amazing things." he smiled, Dina laughing.

The two spent the morning together at the kitchen table, Kolby tired of lying around.

They played cribbage, Kolby losing three games to one.

At a quarter to twelve they had almost finished their fifth game, Nancy and Timothée returning, Timothée going to the bedrooms with some bags of his and Nancy's, Nancy walking into the kitchen carrying two pizza boxes and a bag.

Timothée returned a few minutes later, Kolby smiling up at him.

"So, when does the twenty-foot lorry arrive?" Kolby smiled, Timothée laughing, leaning down and giving him a deep kiss.

"It's not that much, babe. Just some special surprises." he smiled, breaking the tender kiss, Kolby sighing.

"Missed that sugar, sugar." he smiled, Timothée kissing him again, Timothée feeling a hand slap his ass.

"Less necking, more setting the table, Tim. He'll still be there after lunch." Nancy smiled, Timothée laughing.

"Yes, Momma Bear." he grinned, Nancy kissing his cheek, Timothée heading for the cupboard for plates.

The four sat down, devouring the pizza, wings, and fries Timothée had treated them with.

"Oh, Stephan called me while we were out. We're having dinner at The Red Lion tonight. You need some fresh air, my love." Timothée smiled, Kolby nodding.

"I was going to suggest that, Timbo. I'd like to see my friends there. They sent such nice flowers in the hospital. I want to thank them all. That meant a lot to me." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding, the flowers still in their bedroom on the windowsill.

"Stephan lined us up with a reservation for six o'clock. He's sorry but he can't join us, he has plans. But he wanted me to tell you your annual Christmas Eve dinner with him and Olivia is still on for tomorrow night. And he won't take no for an answer. I'm invited also." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling.

"Great. I've got mistletoe. I'm going to hang it on my ass." he grinned, Timothée laughing loudly.

"Make him your first target." Timothée said, Nancy and Dina laughing, Kolby joining in.

They all chatted, enjoying their lunch, the two boxes of pizza disappearing, Kolby eating most of the wings.

Timothée smiled, his man's appetite returning.

After lunch he disappeared into the bedroom, some more gifts to wrap, guiding his Kolby onto the sofa, the young man pouting.

"You've been ditching me all day, stud." he smiled, Timothée kissing his lips.

"Don't worry, my little love machine. I'll give you something extra when I dress you later for dinner." he smiled, Kolby beaming, Nancy and Dina laughing, Timothée walking out of the room.

He returned about half an hour later, his arms full of presents, kneeling, placing them with the others under the large tree.

"Good God, Timbo! That's too much!" Kolby said, his eyes wide with wonder, Timothée smiling, diving onto the sofa beside him, his arms going around him, their lips meeting.

"They're not all for you, babe. I had to get Momma Bear and my new sister some trinkets. You know how women are with presents." he grinned, Nancy and Dina blushing, but laughing.

Kolby smiled, seeing Timothée's giving heart on full display.

"Kolby's right, Tim. That's too much. We're just happy you're here to enjoy the festive season with us." Nancy smiled, Dina agreeing, touched by his generosity.

"You're family now. I always spoil my family." Timothée smiled, the two women smiling more.

The four chatted, Nancy making hot chocolate for all of them, Dina putting on Christmas music, the day festive.

Around three o'clock Timothée's cell went off, the man smiling and getting up, excusing himself, going into the kitchen.

"Probably his mother. He'd left her a message earlier when we were shopping." Nancy smiled, Kolby nodding, sipping his mug of hot chocolate.

Timothée returned a few minutes later, snuggling up to his man, kissing his lips.

"How's your mom, Timbo?" Kolby smiled, Timothée showing a soft look of confusion on his face.

"I told Kolby about your leaving a message for her when we were out." Nancy smiled, Timothée smiling, nodding.

"She's fine, Kobe. She sends her best wishes to all of you for a joyous Christmas." he said, everyone smiling.

He moved a bit, smiling at his man.

"Enjoying the holidays so far, my love?" he smiled, Kolby smiling at him.

"Yes, babe. You're making them special."

Timothée smiled, kissing his lips again.

"That's my job! I've another Christmas surprise for you today, my love." Timothée smiled, Kolby seeing the sudden joy in his green pools.

"God, babe! You're killing me!" Kolby said, Timothée laughing, kissing his forehead.

"Only with love and kindness, babe. Actually, it's two surprises." he smiled, a knock coming to the door.

"There they are now!" Timothée smiled, walking out of the room, Nancy smiling at the young man's happiness, Kolby looking at her and Dina.

"What's he cooking up now?" Kolby said, both women blushing softly, Kolby sensing they knew something about this.

Timothée returned, two people walking behind him.

Kolby slowly got to his feet, moving his crutches under his arms, walking around the coffee table, recognizing one of the two, the other man smiling at him.

"Good afternoon, Kolby. It's so wonderful to see you on your feet again." Reverend Susan Hodge smiled, hugging the young man gently, Kolby smiling at her kindness.

"Thank you, Reverend Hodge. It's nice to see you again." he softly said, once they'd released each other.

"It's Susan, Kolby. All the choir and church staff send you their love and prayers. We're so glad you survived that terrible ordeal." she said, the young man seeing genuine tears in her eyes.

"I'm healing. Slowly but steadily. Thank them all for me. I'm sorry I couldn't make practice, and that I'm unable to sing at tomorrow's Christmas Eve service." he said, Timothée smiling at him, seeing soft tears in his eyes.

"That's why I'm here, Kolby. Your dear friend here called me a few times this week. We discussed your love of music and what that meant to you. The choir's insisting that you don't need any more practice. They all want you to sing tomorrow. Will you please come? It would mean so much to them, myself and the congregation." she smiled, Kolby tearing up.

"Really? I...I don't know that I'm ready. We only practiced the hymns once."

Timothée smiled, walking up to his man.

"Stephan changed his dinner reservations at his place to eight o'clock. The early Christmas church service begins at six. He and Olivia are going as well. We all want to hear your beautiful voice on Christmas Eve, another miracle of God's love." Timothée smiled, Kolby tearing up.

"This is my first surprise today for you, Kolby. Please say yes." Timothée smiled, the Reverend smiling in front of them.

"How can I refuse so much need?" Kolby smiled, everyone smiling.

Timothée hugged him, wanting to do more, the situation nixing that.

"Here's my second and last surprise." he smiled, nodding at the other man who'd stood in silence, the man smiling at Timothée, Nancy staring at him, seeing something familiar in his face.

She only knew about the choir's request, Timothée relaying that to her when they were out.

The man walked up to Timothée and Kolby, the man pulling out a card, handing it to Kolby.

"Hello, young man. Timothée told me of your injuries. I'm sorry you were so hurt. I'm glad you're on your way to healing. My name is James Hartwick. As my card says, I'm the director of the Mannes School of Music in New York City." he said, Kolby staring at the card with surprise, Timothée's arm going around his shoulders.

"What...what are you doing here, sir?" Kolby said, his eyes meeting the older man's smiling face.

"Almost a week ago I had the fortune to walk into the church of this dear Reverend's ministry. I was invited by Timothée here, to come and witness the most moving testimonial to God's voice I have ever had the joy to listen to. I sat through last Sunday's service, hearing your voice echo throughout that church's hallowed walls. I was moved beyond emotion. Your voice in that solo was unbelievable. I have taught many students of opera, classical music and even contemporary artists. I think you have a remarkable gift. Timothée was right in his own opinion."
Kolby stared at Timothée, Nancy smiling.

She now recognized the man, having seen him in church the week before, the man smiling at her and bowing, he seated in the back pew, silent throughout the service.

She'd seen tears in his eyes when he'd bowed to her.

She looked at Timothée, amazed at what he sensed Kolby needed.

"What's this about, Tim?" Kolby said, Timothée smiling at him.

"The day I listened to your voice sing that solo I was moved within my soul. You have a deep, beautiful voice, Kobe. James here is a dear friend of my mother and father. I called him when I returned to New York, surprised to find out that he was here in London. It was a defining moment. I asked him to go to last Sunday's service to hear your voice. I wanted him to give me a genuine appraisal of your talent.  He called me last Monday, telling me the truth. The truth he just told you. You have a great gift, a voice of pure emotion, of genuine talent. I want you to see what everyone sees. You're an incredible singer."
Kolby teared up, Reverend Hodge smiling at him.

"I totally agree with Mr. Chalamet and Mr. Hartwick. I've always told you that you were like a true angel singing in God's choir." she said, Kolby blushing.

"My...my voice was damaged. I can't speak loudly, I can't be what you think I am."
James walked up to the young man, his hand going to his shoulder.

"Timothée told me about your past, of the horror your father did. I'm so amazed that out of that pain came a voice of such energy, of such perfect pitch, tone, and resonance. Maybe the surgeries did something to it, we'll never know. With real training you could be a great impresario, even as great as today's operatic singers. Would you like to seek that training? I'm offering you an audition at my school." the man said, Kolby looking shocked for the second time in two days.

"I've...I've always loved operas; I've even tried to sing some arias. But I can't be as great as you believe I am?" he said, the man patting his shoulder.

"True, Kolby. I admire your honesty. But with a lot of training, nothing is impossible. I'd like to give you that chance." he smiled, Kolby still looking shocked.
"I've scheduled you for an audition on January seventh in New York. Would you honor me by accepting?" James said, everyone looking surprised, Kolby staring at the man.

"I... I...I don't know." he softly said, Timothée staring at him, their eyes meeting.

"Do you love singing, Kobe?" Timothée said, Kolby nodding.

"Yes, Tim. It fills my soul with joy." Kolby said, James smiling.

"There's your answer, Kobe. Sing for that joy, not for fame or renown, sing for the joy it gives you and the greater joy it gives others. Everyone needs to hear your voice, it's so beautiful." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling.

"Alright, Tim. I can't believe you did this behind my back!" he said, Timothée hugging him tight.

"For your friendship I'll always give you your dreams." he smiled, Kolby tearing up.

"Thanks, Tim. I treasure that friendship."

He turned to James, smiling at the older man.

"I accept your invitation, Mr. Hartwick. I'd love to sing for your instructors. But I want honest feedback." he smiled, James grinning.

"Excellent! That we always try to give." he said, the young man then hugged all the women, James shaking his hands enthusiastically.

Kolby smiled at everyone, his eyes meeting Timothée's.

"Can I see you for a moment, Timothée?" he said, Timothée nodding, excusing the two of them, Nancy smiling at the two new guests.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" She smiled, the Reverend and James accepting amicably, both sitting down on the sofa.

Timothée walked into the bedroom, Kolby closing the door behind him, the young man leaning against the door.

"I can't believe you did that, Timothée." he softly said, Timothée smiling at him, seeing tears beginning to flow, the man's arm going around his man, Kolby's head going against his chest.

"I love you, Kobe. I would do anything to make you see your full potential." he smiled, Kolby's arms tightening around him.

"You're forcing me into the public eye. Artistry and music. I don't know if I'm strong enough to weather that notoriety."

Timothée smiled, kissing his man's forehead.

"I feel your doubts, my Kobe. Everyone has doubts in their lives. I had them when I first started acting. I didn't think I was good enough."

Kolby raised his head, smiling at him.

"You're one of the finest young actors of today. I love your acting."

Timothée smiled, kissing his lips.

"And I love your art and your singing. Walk into life, my love. Grasp onto the talents you possess, the same as I have. You don't have to decide on one or the other. I believe you have the talent to succeed in anything you put your mind to. I'll be with you every step of the way, cheering you on."

Kolby smiled, kissing his man's lips again.

"God, I love you so much!"  he said, Timothée smiled, his fingers going through Kolby's black curls.

"Tell me something I don't know." he smiled, Kolby smiling.

"You don't know how much I want you deep inside me. I've missed our joining love. And this today, and yesterday, has got me so stoked. Your giving, magical, loving surprises make me love you so much!"

"That's why I did it. To make you shine as I see you. A loving, giving, damn fine young man. I love you even more when I see you grasp your destiny."

Kolby moved, their lips meeting, Timothée feeling the desire in the kiss, Kolby fighting with him to sink his tongue into his mouth.

The actor pulled back, smiling at his man's pouting face.

"Someone's excited?" he smiled, Kolby's hands going to Timothée's ass.

"I need you to fuck me, Timbo! Right now!"

Timothée smiled, his hand going onto Kolby's two mounds, squeezing both.

"Later, beautiful. I want you to be needy and excited. We have guests, we should return to them." he smiled, his hand moving, touching Kolby's center, Timothée feeling the hard largeness there.

"Please, Timbo! It's been so long!" Kolby moaned, Timothée smiling at his needful face.

"Yes, it is long. And it's going to bury itself into your love tonight." he smiled, the actor backing up, Kolby staring at him.

"Calm yourself, my angel. I'll return to our guests." Timothée smiled, walking to the door, Kolby folding his arms, glaring at him.

"Watch your back, tease! I'm going to tease you right back. And I may take you first, bitch!" he smiled, Timothée batting his eyelashes.

"Promises, promises. Bring it on, stud." he grinned, walking out of the bedroom.

Kolby smiled, adjusting himself, calming down.

"Game on, sexy." he smiled, using his crutches to walk back to his friends and soulmate.

End of Chapter 19

Timothée has dropped another surprise in Kolby's lap.
A chance for fame and happiness in music.

With art thrown in to make him soar.

What will happen to the young man?

Will he become a famous artist, or perhaps a famous opera singer?

It's all up to him.

Up next, dinner with friends and a singing angel.

Hugs, Angel.

Email: music-fan-1@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 20


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