Timothée's Promise Chapter 4
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 4
Kolby walked out of the kitchen, seeing Timothée standing at the bookcase, a photograph in his hand.
"That's Nancy's daughter, Dina, with her mother and myself. She's at school in Glasgow."
Timothée smiled, looking towards Kolby with a smile.
"And here I was thinking you were going straight. You both are wrapped around each other." he grinned, Kolby blushing.
"No chance of that."
"Good to hear." Timothée smiled, Kolby quietly looking at him.
"Where's her father?" Timothée asked politely.
"He passed away about ten years ago. A short cancer battle." Kolby said, never meeting the man, but hearing about him from Nancy.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Timothée said, placing the photograph back on the shelf, returning to his seat, Kolby sitting down on the wing chair now, Timothée smiling at him.
"You're so far away, my new friend. I won't bite, you know." he said, Kolby chuckling, moving again, sitting down beside him on the sofa, Timothée handing him his drink, Kolby taking a sip.
Timothée sighed, looking at Kolby with calmness.
"Stephan told me about your parents dying tragically, your being hurt as well. I'm so sorry." he said, Kolby's eyes lowering.
"I don't like to talk about that time in my life. I can't change it. I've moved on. The past holds no claim to my future." he softly said, Timothée nodding, his hand going to Kolby's shoulder.
"I'm a good listener, Kolby. If you ever want to talk about that, or anything else. I really want to get to know you better. I won't judge you on anything, even your lifestyle. Friendship starts with trust. You can trust me."
Kolby smiled, Timothée smiling back, looking at his left hand, not seeing all his fingers.
"Stephan told me about your hand as well. You can hardly notice it." he said, Kolby nodding, laying his hand flat on his knee, Timothée now seeing most of the left pinky finger was missing, only a small stump showing.
Kolby formed a half fist now, the missing finger not seen.
"I get embarrassed about it. Like I'm deformed." he softly said, Timothée quietly nodding, smiling at him.
"So, any boyfriend? Someone like you must have them fighting to be with you." Timothée smiled, quietly looking at the handsome young man.
"No one now. My life is not focused on that right now. And who'd want a defective guy?" Kolby softly said, Timothée staring at him.
"I in no way see you as defective, Kolby."
"What about yourself? Family life?" Kolby smiled, trying to direct their conversation back to him, Timothée sensing it.
"Well, I have an older sister, Pauline. My mother's a real estate broker in New York, and my father works for UNICEF. I grew up in New York, reside there and in Los Angeles. I have family in France on my father's side, visiting them often in my childhood. I speak fluent French." he smiled, Kolby nodding, then smiling.
"That's so cool, you speak French, I mean. The language of love as they call it. So, no hot younger brothers you can set me up with?" he smiled, Timothée laughing.
"Sorry, no. I'm an only son. But I don't think you need my help in that area. One look at that handsome face and anyone would agree to dating you." he smiled, Kolby blushing, Nancy walking into the room at that moment, wearing her nurse's uniform.
Kolby sensed she may have been eavesdropping, a soft smile on her face.
"Well, I'm off. A pleasure meeting you, Timothée. Don't be a stranger. You're welcome here anytime." she smiled, Timothée rising from his seat, about to shake her hand, Nancy pulling him into a friendly hug.
"I won't let that happen. And it's been nice meeting you, Nancy." he smiled, she released him, leaning down and kissing Kolby's cheek.
"Enjoy the stew, boys. I'll talk to you later, sweetie. Make yourself at home, Timothée." she smiled, walking back out of the room, the two hearing the front door close.
Timothée smiled, sitting down beside Kolby again, sipping his own drink, smiling at him.
"So, what are your interests? Music, reading, sports and so on?" he smiled, Kolby smiling at him, the young man relaxing, happy the conversation was on to other things.
"I love science fiction, as you know, and regular science subjects. I am a bit of a bookworm, loving all sorts of genres, fiction and real. I'm a big fan of opera, rhythm and blues, and some light rock. No big influence in particular. Sports wise I like swimming, basketball, tennis, playing soccer, I am British after all." he smiled, Timothée smiling widely.
"I love soccer. Played it all through school. We should match up sometime." he smiled, Kolby smiling back.
"You'd probably destroy me." he grinned, Timothée laughing, Kolby so loving his melodic laugh now.
"I'll give you pointers. At one time I wanted to be professional." Timothée smiled, looking towards the doorway.
"So, care to give me a tour of your palace, your highness?" he smiled, Kolby laughing, the two getting up from their seats.
Kolby guided Timothée into the kitchen, the young man checking on the stew at the same time, the room filling with rich aromas.
"Mm, I'm damn near drooling. And I just had lunch." Timothée smiled, Kolby laughing again.
"Something tells me you're bottomless. How do you keep yourself so thin, hungry eyes?" he smiled, Timothée laughing.
"Acting can be energy draining. A lot of stunts and such, it can be physical." he smiled, Kolby nodding.
He glanced out the window, seeing a few snowflakes fluttering through the sky.
"Looks like it might snow later." Timothée smiled, looking as well.
"I love the first snow of winter." Kolby said, Timothée looking at him.
"On to other rooms, Lord Wentworth." he smiled, Kolby laughing again.
"It's a haven to me." he smiled, Timothée nodding, Kolby leading the way.
He showed Timothée the bathroom, it was rather large, containing a tub and large shower.
"I prefer showers, Nancy likes to soak." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding, a shower man himself.
He showed him Nancy's room, neither entering it, then the laundry room.
The last door at the end of the hall was Kolby's.
Kolby sighed, opening the door, allowing Timothée to walk in first.
Timothée stopped, scanning the rather tidy room, it was larger than Nancy's, gazing at some curious things.
The walls had many posters, some academic, science diagrams and a few movie posters.
There were also a few paintings, Timothée liking their styles.
He'd noticed a few others around the flat, sensing Nancy and he had the same eclectic styles.
He spotted the Dune poster right away, his own face staring back at him.
He saw the double bed on the far side, fully made up, a few soft cushions and pillows covering the duvet cover.
What surprised him the most was an easel standing in the far corner, covered with a sheet, a chair in front of it by the bed, an array of paints and pencils on a small table beside it.
He saw square canvases piled behind the easel, some paint showing on them.
He turned to look at Kolby.
"You're an artist? That's a big thing you left out, don't you think?" he smiled, a soft look of surprise on his face.
"Hardly that, Timothée. I just like to paint and do sketching. It's therapy for me." Kolby softly blushed, Timothée staring at him, walking farther into the room, heading directly towards the easel.
"Can I take a peek?" he asked, staring at the covered canvas.
Kolby blushed again, nodding his head, remaining silent.
Timothée pulled off the sheet, his eyes widening in surprise.
The painting was of a man standing on some barren landscape, soft rocks and shrubs surrounding him.
His body was turned away, soft black curly hair flowing around his shoulders, Timothée sensing it looked a bit like Kolby, the form slim but muscular, a firm bubbly butt showing.
Ahead of the man was a beaming sun, its orange glow half painted.
"It's a work in progress. I haven't added much to the background other than the sun. I call it Life's Path." he softly said, Timothée looking at Kolby.
"It's very good, Kolby. I can see the scientific elements in it, as well as some shadows of other things. You have quite the talent."
Kolby blushed more, Timothée looking at the other canvases stacked against the wall.
"May I?" he asked, Kolby nodding again with a smile, sensing Timothée's genuine interest in his work.
Timothée bent down, picking up the canvases, sitting on the chair, Kolby moving and sitting on the bed behind the chair.
Timothée perused the paintings, some sketches showing, some of scenery, some of people and animals.
He was careful with all of them, treating them gently.
"These are very good, Kolby! Gallery good!" he said, Kolby blushing more.
"You've captured some amazing looks on these faces—hope, courage, longing—and the animals are so lifelike. You should pursue a career in art. You're that good. It's so good." he said, Kolby seeing the honest appraisal on his face.
"So, are you saying they're good?" Kolby smiled, Timothée seeing a mirthfulness on his handsome face.
"Quit kidding around. They really are!"
Kolby smiled, his blushing subsiding.
"You can have one if you like." he smiled, Timothée's eyes widening in surprise.
"Really? Are you kidding me?" he said with awe, glancing back at the paintings and sketches.
"A gift to honor our new friendship." Kolby said, Timothée smiling widely, perusing the canvases a bit more diligently, one catching his eye.
He returned the others to their former place, keeping one in his hand.
He walked over to Kolby, sitting down beside him on the bed.
"I like this one the best! I'd be floored if you let me have it! I love the symbolism." Timothée said, staring at the painting with soft awe.
Kolby looked at the canvas Timothée had chosen, seeing the scene.
It showed a bench on a riverbank, the place immediately coming to Kolby's mind, as well as Timothée's.
Two young men sat on the bench, one's head lowered, vaguely looking like Kolby.
The other man looked like Timothée; his head turned towards the other young man.
"Our first real chat, on that bench by the Thames. You looked just like this young man yesterday. I'll always keep it as a reminder of our first true meeting." Timothée smiled, looking at the painting lovingly.
"It's just a scene I painted from my mind. I didn't realize it was that bench. I painted it a few months ago. It's called Tomorrow's Meeting." Kolby softly said, Timothée smiling, turning the painting over, seeing the name written across its back canvas, the date and artist's name as well.
"A little déjà vu?" he smiled, turning the painting back, staring at it, seeing it was signed in the bottom corner, Kolby lightly chuckling.
"So, you're saying we were always meant to meet?" Kolby said, their green eyes meeting.
"Perhaps. I'm just glad we did." Timothée smiled, the actor looking around the room.
"This is cozy, Kobe. I see why you think it's your haven." he smiled, Kolby smiling, Timothée's eyes meeting his green again.
"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to call you Stephan's and Nancy's nickname for yourself." he said, lowering his eyes.
"That's alright. I like it. It's always been my nickname with all my close friends." Kolby smiled, staring at the young man seated beside him.
God, I just want to crawl on top of him, have him hold me in his arms forever.
He's on my bed, within reach of my dreams.
Why can't I find someone real like him?
Kolby sighed, rising to his feet.
"Well, you've seen the whole place. How about we go back to the living room? I'll get you another drink." he smiled, extending his hand to Timothée.
Timothée smiled, taking it, the young man pulling him up to his feet, releasing his hand.
Timothée kept the canvas in his hand, the two walking out of the bedroom.
Kolby smiled, looking at Timothée sprawled out on the sofa, the young man setting two cups of coffee down on the end table, sitting down in the wing chair.
"Someone looks stuffed." he smiled, Timothée smiling.
"That stew was heaven in a bowl! As good as my mom's. And she's Jewish! You know how they cook." He smiled, sighing contentedly.
"I'll make sure Nancy knows she has your seal of approval, Tubby. Three bowls?" Kolby chuckled, sipping his coffee, Timothée blushing, sitting up more, picking up his coffee, Kolby making it just how he asked him to, taking a sip.
"Superb, Kobe! You're a master brewer as well?" he grinned, Kolby smiling.
"It's just coffee. My secret blend." he said, Timothée smirking, tasting the coffee again.
"Artist, space groupie and barista. So well rounded." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
Timothée smiled more, sitting up a bit, loving Kolby's boisterous laugh.
It seemed louder than his speaking voice.
He stared at him, Kolby staring back.
"You speak so softly, Kobe. Your voice is quite low." he spoke.
Timothée loved calling him by that nickname.
Kolby lowered his eyes for a moment, Timothée quietly waiting for him to speak.
"I had some throat troubles which required some surgeries when I was younger. My voice never fully matured to its full bravado. It's louder when I sing." he said, Timothée slowly nodding.
"Yes, Stephan had told me you sing in a church choir. That's surprising." he smiled; no judging meant.
"Yes, it seems that when I sing the tenor in my voice heightens, so I can sing louder. Just a strange complication to the throat issue." he softly said, sipping his coffee more, Timothée seeing a soft look of concern showing on his face.
"I'm just abnormal. Nothing ever seems right with me." Kolby softly said, Timothée moving forward, patting Kolby's knee.
"You're not abnormal. You're just a young man who's had difficulties in his life. Look at you now. Strong, honest, courageous and pardon my saying, damn good looking." Timothée said, Kolby's eyes meeting his.
"But I'm not a handsome superstar like you. I see how together you are. I'm nothing like you." he said, Timothée sitting up more, patting the seat beside him.
Kolby sighed, moving and sitting down beside Timothée, the man moving a little closer, his arm going around the younger man's shoulders.
Kolby instantly felt his warmth and friendship, the young man moving closer.
"Listen, Kobe. Yes, I'm a superstar. Big fat hairy deal! That's just my job. The real me is myself. That's what I want you to focus on. Don't compare myself to you, or yourself to me. That's not what matters to me, and it shouldn't to you."
Kolby began to lower his eyes, Timothée moving his hand, raising his chin, staring at him.
"I've seen the real you. Your injuries don't make you. I like the real you. I hope you can see the real me. I'm hoping you'll like the real me for who I really am. I truly want to be your friend. Treat me as you treat Stephan."
Kolby stared into the man's green pools, Timothée staring right back, the two drawing closer, almost too close.
"I think I'll like the real you. The movie star you, he's kind of obnoxious." Kolby grinned, Timothée moving back.
Timothée laughed, his fingers going to Kolby's armpits, the young man squealing with laughter, Timothée upending him, now on top of him, digging into his armpits.
"I'll show you obnoxious! Fight that, bitch!" he laughed, Kolby struggling to get out of his tickling grip.
"Stop! Stop! I'm going to upchuck!" he squealed, Timothée laughing, slowing his barrage, still laying on top of Kolby, the young man calming down.
They stared into each other's eyes, Kolby seeing a soft look cross Timothée's handsome face.
The moment was silent, both on the edge of some defining moment.
Timothée reluctantly pulled back, sitting up.
"The night's still early, Let's chill and chat." He smiled softly, Kolby sitting up.
"Sure thing, Timothée. How about I bring in some apple strudel? We'll have dessert and chat. Maybe we can watch a movie after?"
Timothée smiled, agreeing.
"But not one of mine, okay? I don't want to sit here watching you pining all over me." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"Dream on, Butt Ugly!" he smiled, rising and walking towards the kitchen.
He failed to see the cushion flying, it hitting him on the back of the head.
He turned around, Timothée smiling with an innocent look on his face, batting his eyelashes.
Kolby smiled, seeing his playfulness.
"We'll watch some cartoons. More your speed anyway." he grinned, Timothée picking up another cushion, Kolby racing into the kitchen.
Timothée looked after him, his thoughts on that moment earlier.
God, I so wanted to kiss him!
Did he want that too?
I saw so much shining in his eyes.
I was getting lost in them.
I've got to control myself.
He can't see the real true me.
I'm not worthy enough for what I sense he could give me.
Timothée lowered his eyes, his mind on his heart's greatest hope.
Timothée smiled, feeling the warmth snuggled against him.
He looked down, Kolby's curly-haired head against his shoulder.
The two had had dessert and more coffee, lightly chatting about the last two days, a consensus of friendship building between them.
Kolby had turned the television on, finding Disney Plus, the two agreeing on a movie, Guardians of The Galaxy, the winning choice.
Here now it was almost two hours later, Kolby having fallen asleep beside Timothée, he quietly watching the movie, glancing at his phone periodically, a few texts coming in.
Three were from Kylie, one from Harry.
He'd silenced his phone on walking into the flat, not wanting that to intrude on his new friendship with Kolby.
He sat it down on the coffee table, answering Kylie's with scant information, ignoring Harry's, setting his phone next to Kolby's own.
Kolby moved a little, his head moving back, still sleeping.
Timothée could see his whole face now, his eyes still closed.
He stared over every inch, seeing the smooth beauty of it all.
His eyelashes were dark black, matching his black eyebrows, those matching his soft black curly hair, identical to his own dark brown curls.
Twins in many respects.
His nose was long and blemish-free, no sign of hairs sprouting on his upper lip or cheeks.
Timothée sensed the young man kept his face well cleansed.
His lips were closed, soft pink and voluptuous.
Timothée sighed, imagining how'd they feel against his own.
He licked his own lips, looking around, the movie almost over.
The calming atmosphere was interrupted by Kolby's phone going off, the young man's green eyes popping open, staring at Timothée.
"Sorry, I must have dozed off." he said, reaching for the phone, the ringing ending, going to voicemail.
"Glad my company's not too dull." Timothée smirked, Kolby blushing, looking at his phone.
"It wasn't that at all. You're great company. I was just tired, I guess. Nancy sent me a voice message. I'll just check it." he smiled, rising to his feet, Timothée sighing at the loss of his warmth beside him.
Kolby listened to the call, deleting it after it was finished, looking towards the windows.
"She said to look out the windows. It's been snowing since four!" he said, walking up to the windows, looking out, the hour after eleven.
Timothée joined him, the two taking in the total whiteness outside.
"Oh wow! That looks like almost a foot!" Timothée said, Kolby nodding.
"Nancy said some roads are banked. The wind's blowing hard. The plows haven't even been out yet. She said we should sit tight, wait for it to end. She'd be more comfortable with you staying here tonight. She wants you to be safe. I think that's a good idea. She's taking on an extra shift, due to a rise in vehicular accidents. She won't be home till late." Kolby said, Timothée nodding.
"That's fine. I won't risk wading through that just to get back to my lonely hotel. Would there be any room at the inn here for a wayward traveler?" Timothée said, softly pouting.
Kolby laughed, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.
"I'll see if the pigs need company."
Timothée laughed, returning to the sofa, Kolby smiling at him.
"You're most welcome to stay the night, my friend." he smiled, Timothée thanking him, accepting.
"Well, it looks like the movie's done. Would you like another coffee?" he smiled, Timothée nodding, shivering a bit.
"I'll bring it and a blanket for you. You're too damn skinny. I'll turn up the heat, too." Kolby smiled, Timothée turned, smirking at him.
"This from the walking skeleton." he grinned, Kolby laughing.
"I bet I have a few pounds on you?" he smirked, walking into the kitchen.
"You're on, smartass!" Timothée yelled after him.
A few minutes later Kolby returned with two steaming cups of coffee, a blanket under his arm.
"So, where's your scale? And what's the bet?" Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling at Timothée's tenacity to be always right, thinking as he set down the cups and sat down beside Timothée.
"Okay, how about this? We do both height and weight. The skinny slash shorter one gets the sofa for tonight; the taller slash heavier one gets my bed." he grinned, Timothée grinning as well.
"You're on. I love a nice comfy bed." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"That sofa is lumpy. I've slept on it. Prepare to toss and turn all night, loser!"
Timothée gave him the finger, Kolby laughing.
Kolby got up, returning from the bathroom with a flat white scale.
He set it down on the kitchen floor, the living room carpeted.
Timothée got up, smiling and pulling out his wallet, keys and some change, setting that on the coffee table.
"Don't want to cheat! Maybe I should have a bowel movement. I did eat five pounds of stew after all!" he grinned, Kolby smirking.
"Just get on the scale, Tubby!" He said, Timothée smiling, the man stepping onto the scale, Kolby pulling out a tape measure and pencil from the kitchen drawer.
They both looked down at the scale, Timothée registering at one hundred and forty-nine pounds.
"Featherweight. Now your height." Kolby chuckled, Timothée smirking, leaning against the kitchen doorway frame, Kolby placing a hand across Timothée's head, flattening his hair down to get an accurate measurement, feeling its softness, marking the spot of the door frame with a pencil.
"Okay, move and I'll measure it, squirt." Kolby giggled, pulling out the tape measure, measuring his height with the door frame.
"Five foot eight and a quarter. Squirt indeed."
Timothée elbowed him in the ribs now, Kolby gasping lightly, then smiling.
"How heavy is that metal leg?" Timothée asked, Kolby staring at him.
"It's balanced to my other leg's weight, so I don't feel lopsided. I'm not cheating." he said, Timothée nodding.
"Never said you were, Kobe." He smiled, Kolby smiling back.
Kolby stepped on the scale, Timothée watching the numbers change.
"Damn! One fifty and a half." he grunted, Kolby beaming.
"If I'm taller, I win! My pillows and comfy bed are waiting." he grinned, Timothée lowering his eyes.
"Let's hope you're shorter. But I don't think you are."
Kolby smiled, backing up against the door frame, Timothée's hand going on his head, pressing his soft hair down, making a mark.
He smirked, seeing something telling.
Kolby handed him the tape measure, the actor smiling.
"Don't need to measure, look at the marks. Five foot eight and a quarter! We're the exact same height!" Timothée grinned, Kolby nodding.
"Twins indeed!"
Timothée laughed, then sighed.
"You beat me by a pound and a half in body weight."
"Maybe I should have had the bowel movement." he grinned, Timothée laughing loudly, patting his shoulder.
"You won the bed fair and square. The sofa is mine." he said, Kolby staring at him, the two walking back into the living room, sitting down together on the sofa.
They drank their coffee, the two chatting like old friends, both now under the blanket on the sofa.
An hour and a half later Timothée stifled a yawn, Kolby sensing he was getting tired.
"The old man done in?" he smiled, Timothée smiling.
"I'm twenty-eight. I wouldn't call myself an old man." he said, Kolby nodding.
"I'm nineteen. You are old!" he grinned, Timothée diving on him again, finding his rib cage.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Kolby yelled, Timothée stopping his tickling barrage, climbing off him.
"Respect your elders. Next time it will be a spanking." he said, blushing softly at his own words, Kolby blushing a bit as well.
"Yes, sir." he smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"Okay, I am getting a bit tired." he said, looking at his watch, seeing the time at twelve-thirty.
"No worries. But I think you should take the bed. You'll hear Nancy coming in, and that sofa is indeed lumpy. I can handle it." Kolby said, Timothée putting up his hand.
"No, Kobe. A bet is a bet."
"But we tied on the height. That's not exactly a fair bet." he said, Timothée acknowledging that.
"But you did win the weight. Although a loud fart probably would have made us even."
Both laughed, smiling at each other.
"How about a compromise? Your bed is a large double. How about we share it?" Timothée said, Kolby looking surprised, softly blushing.
"Don't worry, I can control myself. Just because you're gay don't expect anything wild." Timothée smiled, batting his eyes again, Kolby blushing deeply.
"Just having fun with you. Sorry, I didn't mean to state the obvious." Timothée smiled, Kolby nodding.
"I...I would never..." Kolby stuttered, Timothée hugging the young man gently, Kolby feeling his warmth.
"I'm certain you'll be a gentleman. I trust you, Kobe. Since we're both the same build, can I borrow some shorts and a tee? We'll be more comfortable clothed. My half naked hotness could be too much for you." Timothée grinned, Kolby hitting him with a cushion, the two starting a cushion fight, both laughing.
"I'll wear a blindfold, so I'm not overcome by your awesome beauty." Kolby smirked, Timothée smiling widely.
The two rose up from their seats, Timothée carrying the coffee cups into the kitchen, rinsing them, Kolby shutting down the living room lights, Timothée shutting off the kitchen lights.
The two walked down the hallways after Kolby checked the lock on the front door.
They both took turns using the bathroom, Timothée allowing Kolby to go first, then Kolby waiting for him.
They both walked into the bedroom, Kolby heading for his wardrobe, Timothée sitting down on the bed's end.
Kolby smiled at him, handing him a white t-shirt and a pair of black Nike shorts he'd pulled out of the wardrobe.
"My favorite brand. Thanks!" Timothée smiled, rising to his feet, pulling his golf shirt over his head, Kolby's eyes widening, taking in his smooth slim torso.
Timothée smiled at him, his hands going to his belt.
"Where's that blindfold?" he smirked, Kolby blushing, but continued to stare.
The jeans joined the shirt on the chair by the easel, Timothée standing in just his black boxer briefs.
Kolby couldn't help but stare, taking in the smooth god standing before him.
He'd followed Timothée's ass as he'd moved to the chair, his bubbly butt sweet as a peach.
Kolby turned to avert his eyes, Timothée smiling.
"It's okay. I don't mind your looking at my skinny carcass. I'm going to see yours shortly, I hope." he smiled, holding the shorts in his hand, slowly pulling them up over his muscular slim hairy legs, his hefty center disappearing beneath them.
Kolby nodded, looking into Timothée's green eyes.
"You are in no way skinny. Just slim, smooth and damn fine." Kolby smiled, his confidence showing.
"Thanks, bud. You can dream but no touching! Now show some skin!" Timothée smiled, sitting down on the bed's edge again, the shirt still in his hand.
Kolby smirked, his hand going to his shirt, his bare chest exposed immediately, the young man blushing.
Timothée took in the smooth muscular torso before him, not a hair showing, two small nipples hardening in the coolness of the room, they matched by perfectly formed pecs.
His abs were well defined, sharp ridges showing on both sides.
A black trail of hair disappeared beneath his pants, Kolby still blushing, quickly opening them, removing them, walking over to the chair putting his pants and shirt on top of Timothée's.
Timothée stared at his navy-blue briefs, those showing off his own bubbly butt nicely, Timothée following his every move.
"Wow! Whereas I'm toned, you are freaking sculpted! Love the ridged abs." he smiled, staring at Kolby's chest again.
The young man blushed again, walking over to the wardrobe, pulling out his own white t-shirt and a pair of navy Adidas shorts, Timothée following his bubbly tush.
He'd also noticed that Kolby was showing a large package in his front, somewhat larger than his own, and Timothée didn't see it being because of arousal.
Kolby quickly pulled on the shorts, turning again to Timothée, allowing him one more look at his chiseled chest, then quickly putting on the white t-shirt.
Timothée quickly blushed himself, Kolby taking one last look at his toned, slim, smooth chest, two perky nipples disappearing under the white fabric he now covered it with.
Timothée smiled, Kolby walking past him to the bed's head, Timothée taking in the metal leg attached to his left thigh.
He pulled back the duvet cover, removing the cushions off the top, putting the pillows back against the headboard.
"You should take the right side. It's a little cluttered on this side." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding, walking around the other side, climbing into the wide bed.
Kolby walked back over to the door, flicking off the light switch, the only light coming from a bed lamp on Timothée's side.
Kolby smiled at his friend, sitting down on his side of the bed, his fingers making quick work of his prosthetic, leaning it against the chair with their clothes on it, Timothée watching him.
"Do you mind if I have a look at your amputated leg? It just fascinates me." he softly said, their eyes meeting.
Kolby pulled back the covers, laying down on the bed, Timothée leaning up on an elbow.
He looked over Kolby's legs, the young man staring up at the ceiling.
Timothée viewed the stump, seeing it all smoothed over at the end, just an ending of smooth skin.
His other leg was muscular and covered in soft black hair.
"It looks fine. Just missing the bottom half. It's so cool." he smiled, Kolby looking into his eyes.
"You don't think it looks weird?" he softly said, Timothée's hand going to his covered chest.
"Nope, not at all. You're one special friend. You're so cool, Kobe! Never be embarrassed by your body. Your injuries make you special. I think it's the bomb!" he smiled, Kolby smiling widely at his genuine comments.
"Thanks for being honest, Timothée." he softly said, Timothée shutting off the remaining light, then laying back, both staring up at the ceiling.
"You can call me Tim, Kolby. All my good friends do." he said, Kolby smiling.
"Nah, I'll think up some special nickname for you, Tim." he smiled, Timothée looking at him with a smile showing in the darkness.
"Looking forward to it, Kobe."
Kolby smiled, watching Timothée close his eyes.
He closed his own, his dreams sure to be filled with the young man sleeping beside him.
End of Chapter 4
Our two friends have cemented their friendship.
Ending with sharing a bed together.
And seeing each other's near perfect forms.
Timothée seems unabashed by Kolby's injuries, taking the young man as himself.
And Kolby seems to be seeing the real Timothée emerging.
A kind, honest, caring individual.
Both are feeling more within their hearts, that path perhaps beginning as well.
I just watched Wonka last night.
That young man's acting and singing was amazing.
He's so talented.
On to the next day, and a dawning friendship.
Hugs, Angel.
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