Timothée's Promise Chapter 5
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 5
Timothée opened his green eyes slowly, a flash of light hitting his face.
He squinted, a beam of sunlight casting over his eyes, the man sleeping on his side facing the bedroom's window.
He felt another warmth behind him, feeling a hand on his hip on top of the blankets.
He smiled, closing his eyes against the sun, feeling soft breath on his neck.
He sensed Kolby had moved during the night as well, the young man spooning against his back.
He lay quietly, his mind going over the last two days, every moment burned into his soul.
He smiled, feeling the warmth behind him.
It had been a long time since anyone had snuggled with him.
Kylie wasn't the snuggling kind, preferring sporadic quick sexual encounters, then on to other things.
No romantic closeness.
He knew this wasn't sexual, Kolby having only welcomed him into his bed as a friend.
But it still felt wonderful, feeling warmth surrounding him, no matter if it was another guy.
And Timothée sensed this was a very special guy sleeping against him.
Timothée felt movement, Kolby's hand moving off the blanket, his arm wrapping around Timothée, pulling him against him more, his chin nuzzling into his neck.
Timothée beamed, feeling the extra warmth all over him.
"Mm." he softly said, another soft voice murmuring back.
"Mm, so nice." Kolby softly said, the young man's body suddenly going rigid, Timothée sensing he'd awakened.
"Going to go all the way, or are you just going to squeeze me to death?" Timothée smirked, Kolby moving back.
Timothée turned around in the bed, facing Kolby with a smile, meeting his blushing face, the young man lowering his head.
"I'm... I'm so sorry! I must have moved in my sleep during the night. I guess I went to the warmth. I'm sorry... for enveloping you." he stuttered, Timothée smiling.
"Did you hear me complaining?" he said Kolby's eyes met his.
"You... you didn't mind that?" he softly said, their eyes still joined.
"I loved your warmth as well. You're a great snuggle. I don't feel that warmth often. Thanks." he smiled, Kolby softly smiling.
"It...it wasn't anything sexual. I wasn't trying to..." he softly said Timothée's hand going to his shoulder.
"I know, Kolby. It was perfectly innocent. Remember, I know you're a perfect gentleman." he smiled, Kolby smiling more.
"Kylie doesn't snuggle with you?" he said, Timothée moved onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, Kolby seeing a pensive look on his face.
"No, Kobe. She's not very demonstrative." he softly said, Kolby's hand going to his shoulder now.
"I'm sorry, Tim. I didn't mean to meddle." he said, Timothée's head turning, staring at him, Kolby seeing soft emotion on his face.
"It's alright, Kolby. I feel like I can talk about anything so easily with you." he smiled, Kolby smiling back.
"I'm a good listener also. Our friendship works both ways." he said, feeding Timothée his own words from last night back.
Timothée smiled, looking up at the ceiling again.
He sighed, a quietness filling the room.
"Kylie and I aren't that involved now, Kolby. She's all about fame, myself just an accessory on her arm. It's basically up to our management teams now on when we are seen together. The romance is gone, as is the sex. I don't fault her for that. We're still friends. It's just a business now. She doesn't need me for romance. No one needs me." Timothée said, Kolby seeing soft tears running down his cheek.
Kolby moved, his arms going around the young actor, hugging him close, Timothée turning into him, a soft sob coming out of him as Kolby held him, his own eyes moist.
He held him for a few minutes, the young man gradually calming down, moving away a bit, softly smiling at Kolby.
"Sorry about that. Everything has been building up for a while, the dam finally broke. Thanks for being here as a friend." he said, wiping his eyes, Kolby smiling at him.
"Glad to help. I am always here if you need a friend or someone to talk to. And she's an idiot if she can't see what a wonderful man you are. We all need romance in our lives. You need to find someone who appreciates and loves the real you, Tim."
Timothée smiled, Kolby's words so genuine.
"Thanks, Kolby. I hope you find the same." he smiled, Kolby smiling back, rubbing his shoulder.
He looked past Timothée, seeing the sun shining in through the window.
"Well, it looks like the snow's stopped. I wonder if Nancy made it home. I should go check." Kolby said, beginning to move out of the bed, Timothée staring at his Adidas shorts, a large tent showing in them.
Kolby blushed, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to cover his showing largeness with the blanket.
"Relax, Kobe. It's a guy thing. Morning wood happens to all of us. Look!" Timothée smiled, pulling back the covers, Kolby seeing the ample tent showing in the front of Timothée's Nike shorts.
His t-shirt had risen a bit, Kolby seeing the start of his treasure trail, it disappearing beneath the nylon material.
They both looked at each other, chuckling.
"I'll go check on Nancy and put the coffee on. Feel free to use the shower and sink. There are fresh towels in the cabinet beside the shower and new toothbrushes in the vanity drawer." Kolby smiled, quickly attaching his metallic leg, Timothée smiled as the young man walked across the room, Timothée watching his bubble butt exiting the bedroom.
He lay back in the bed, looking around, smiling widely.
I can't believe that happened.
First crying and then him holding me close and comforting me.
Then showing him my hardness.
I don't want to give him the wrong idea.
What was I thinking?
Timothée looked around the bedroom, smiling a bit more.
I'm thinking I found a true friend.
He doesn't judge me on my fame, he likes the real me.
_And maybe, judging by Kolby's hardness, he likes all of me._I wonder if he senses that I may like him in the same way?
I've never done anything with a guy, the romance thing or stuff.
I think I might like that with him.
I really like him.
Timothée smiled widely, climbing out of the bed, heading for the bathroom to relieve his morning needs.
About fifteen minutes later Timothée walked into the kitchen, Kolby's eyes lighting up, the young man filling two coffee mugs, Timothée looking around.
"Thanks for the quick shower and toothbrush. I put my towel in the hamper." he smiled, Kolby nodding.
"No Nancy?" Timothée asked, looking around, Kolby handing him a mug, Timothée sitting down at the kitchen table.
"No, she left me a message. The roads aren't all cleared yet. She stayed at the hospital working last night. She'll be home late this morning." he smiled, Timothée nodding.
"Your phone was flashing as well when I picked up mine. I think you have some muted texts." Kolby said, sitting down at the table.
Timothée began to rise to retrieve his phone, Kolby pulling Timothée's phone out of his shorts pocket, setting it on the table.
"Saved you the trip, Tim." he smiled, Timothée returning the smile, liking him calling him that.
"Thanks, Kobe." he said, flipping through his text messages.
"Nothing important, a couple from Kylie. She's flying out to Los Angeles for the week."
"Sorry to hear that. I assumed you were going to join her in New York." Kolby said, Timothée nodding.
"I thought that myself. Plans change." he softly said, looking at Kolby.
Kolby's hand went out, patting his arm.
"Chin up. You still have me, for part of the day at least. Unless you're bored of me."
Timothée smiled, sipping his coffee.
"And leave this sweet nectar? Never!" he grinned, Kolby laughing.
"I'll totally understand if you have things to do. Your career must be nonstop."
"Not at all. As I told you, I've taken a few days for myself. I'd like to spend them with you."
"Cool. Unfortunately, I must work today. Remember? I'm meeting Stephan and Henry at eight. It's seven now."
"Ugh! Too damn early!" Timothée groaned, Kolby laughing.
"You can crawl back into bed if you want. I know you need your beauty sleep, Mr. Movie Star. Nancy won't be here until at least eleven." Kolby smirked, Timothée smiling back.
"Nah, I'm up now. I'll walk to the restaurant with you and have breakfast there. If the new maître d can reserve me a table?" he smirked, batting his eyelashes.
"No guarantees there. I don't fraternize with the customers."
"Is that what you call that clingy thing you were doing this morning?"
Kolby blushed, Timothée patting his arm.
"The warmth and friendship were both greatly appreciated, my friend." he smiled, Kolby beaming.
"I'll take a quick shower. Back shortly. Help yourself to more coffee, Tim." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding, watching the young man walk out of the kitchen, Timothée smiling, sipping at his coffee.
Kolby returned about fifteen minutes later, his black curls wet, still wearing the same as Timothée, t-shirt and shorts.
"Let's get dressed and head over. Can I steal some clothes?" Timothée smiled, pouting again.
Kolby shook his head, picking up his mug, smiling at him.
"Come on, Fashionista. I think I can scrounge something up for the mooch." he said, Timothée laughing, slapping his ass.
Kolby smirked, the actor following him down the hallway, carrying his coffee as well.
Kolby went to the wardrobe, Timothée sipping his coffee, walking into the room behind him.
"Let's see, something from my late Versace fall collection for the superstar, a nice tight sweater and hip hugging jeans I think." Kolby smiled, pulling out a light gray sweater and a pair of black tight legged jeans.
He heard Timothée laughing behind him, the young man turning around, his eyes widening.
Timothée stood in just his boxer briefs, his smooth chest again on display, the shorts and t-shirt in his hands.
"Relax, you've seen me like this already. Do you have a pair of briefs as well? I prefer black."
Kolby nodded, taking another quick glance at the toned body in front of him, Timothée's center showing a sizable lump.
"Sure. Boxer or bikini?" he smiled, Timothée smirking.
"Whatever turns you on, sexy. Want a floor show?" he grinned, Kolby blushing, then laughing.
"Here's a pair of boxer briefs in black. I'll turn around. Be quick. No stroking." Kolby smiled, handing him the black boxer briefs, turning around.
He heard Timothée chuckling, then some movement.
"Okay, I'm decent."
"Damn, I was hoping you weren't." Kolby grinned, turning around, handing Timothée the sweater and jeans.
"Try those on for size. The gray will bring out those green eyes." he smiled, taking in Timothée's smooth chest, his nipples hardening in the cool room.
Kolby reluctantly turned back, selecting a white shirt and black pants, his usual uniform, shucking his own briefs quickly, choosing a pair of black boxer briefs as well.
Timothée stopped mid dressing, staring at Kolby's naked backside.
He took in its smoothness and muscular cheeks as Kolby pulled the briefs up his legs.
The young man turned around, seeing Timothée's wide eyes.
"What?"
"Um... you... you just showed me your naked ass." he smiled, Kolby blushing a bit.
"Oh, sorry! I'm used to no one being in here with me. Hope I didn't give you an eyeful?" he smiled, Timothée relaxing, smiling back at his flirting.
"Yeah, you did. Is mine that pasty white?"
Kolby folded his arms, glaring at Timothée.
The actor laughed, Kolby joining him, the two now perfectly relaxed together.
They quickly dressed, finishing their coffees, walking back down the hallway with their coffee mugs, both depositing them in the kitchen sink, rinsing them, and putting them on the drying mat.
Kolby looked in the closet, handing Timothée a pair of short winter boots.
"I owe you for all this." he smiled, taking the offered items.
"Relax, you can return them next time you visit." Kolby smiled, Timothée's hand going to his shoulder.
"You're not inviting me back tonight?" he pouted, Kolby smiling widely.
"Really? You want to stay here again?"
Timothée smiled, pulling Kolby into a tight hug, then parting from him.
"Hey, listen, Kobe. We're friends now. Friends spend time together. It's better than me sitting in a hotel room alone tonight. So, want a bunkmate again?" Timothée batting his eyes.
Kolby smiled, loving the idea.
"Sure. And I want that free bikini show you promised." he grinned, Timothée laughing.
"We'll see. And I didn't promise bikinis. And I don't want to see any pasty white cheeks again." he smiled, Kolby glaring again.
"You sir, are going in a snowbank."
Timothée laughed loudly, the two putting on their boots and jackets, both smiling, walking out of the flat.
Timothée smiled, sitting in a booth by himself, watching Kolby take on his new job, greeting breakfast guests at the front door.
He smiled, looking around, seeing Stephan and Henry walking around, deep in discussion.
The two had greeted both when they'd walked into the restaurant, brushing snow off their pant legs.
The trek over there had been slow, a lot of streets not fully plowed, the two wading through some small drifts.
Henry had asked Timothée to join him for breakfast, the two sitting in one of the front booths.
Stephan and Kolby had gone into the kitchen, deep in discussions about their day's routine.
Here now it was an hour later, Timothée having had breakfast, he and Henry chatting throughout.
The restaurant had opened, Kolby taking his place as maître d.
Timothée sensed he'd taken on the role with determination and gusto, the young man smiling all morning.
Henry had joined Stephan after breakfast, the two going to the office for some work.
The regular staff moved about, assisting customers, Kolby often smiling at Timothée.
The restaurant was relatively quiet, the aftermath of last night's snow causing that.
Timothée was sure business would pick up as the snow was cleared.
Timothée's phone went off at nine-thirty, the man sighing after seeing the name, reluctantly answering it.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hey, Timothée! How are you? Haven't seen you since Wednesday. Here it is two days later, and you haven't replied to any of my texts. Are you still brooding?" Harry answered, Timothée looking towards Kolby, the young man greeting new customers.
"I'm not brooding, Harry. I had more important things to attend to than your drama." Timothée said, his voice calm.
"Hey, I'm sorry about the other day. I know you weren't happy with what I did. I'm sorry for tripping the guy, okay?"
"I'm not the one you should apologize to." Timothée said, Kolby smiling at him as he walked past, guiding two customers to their table.
"I know that. But he's gone, and yes, I guess it was my fault he got sacked. I can't make it up to him now." Harry said, the young singer laying on his hotel bed, staring out at the snow-covered buildings.
"Well, I wouldn't say it was the total reason he got fired. But I've learned some other truths since then. But that's all changed now. Kolby is back working at the restaurant." Timothée said, Kolby patted his arm as he walked by, smiling down at him, walking back to his station at the front door, Timothée smiling back.
Harry sat up, zoning in on Timothée's words.
"He's back there? How the hell did that happen? And how do you know that?"
"It's a long story. I had a part in it, you didn't. That says something right there, Harry." Timothée said, his voice adding a little more seriousness.
Harry felt Timothée's back was up again, the man wondering what was going on.
"Where are you? Would you like to spend the day with me? It's a dreary day, we could spend the day here in my room, chatting and stuff." Harry said, his hand going to his center, disappearing under the waistband, the man gently stroking himself, thinking of Timothée's slim form.
"I'm at the restaurant now, just finished breakfast. And I have things to do today. Going back to my hotel suite soon to pick up my clothes."
"Are you leaving London then?" Harry said, his voice filling with disappointment.
"No, Kylie's already in New York, soon to be Los Angeles. I'm staying here for a few days, going to spend some time with my new friend Kolby."
Harry was surprised, trying to remain calm, focusing on what was happening.
"You're friends with that young waiter now?"
"Yes, we're creating a great friendship." Timothée smiled looking towards Kolby again.
`He's just a lowly waiter, Timothée. You need to spend time with your real friends. I'm still here in London till Monday. Could free up some time to have some fun with you. I'm open for anything you want." He said, trying to lure Timothée.
Timothée continued to stare at Kolby, the young man smiling at a couple leaving the restaurant.
"No thanks, Harry. And he's no different because he's a waiter. That's a crappy attitude you have. I like Kolby because he's genuinely a nice guy. And he's now the maître d, not that that matters to me."
Harry was worried, he'd handled that badly.
"I wasn't implying he was worthless. He's just not in our same league." he said, trying to calm Timothée, suspecting he was getting moody again.
"That's why I like him. He's not fake like some of my famous friends. I must go. Later!" Timothée said, his mood changed, hanging up on Harry.
Harry tossed his own phone on the bed, the man brooding, his mind on what he wanted.
He sensed this young waiter might be a problem.
Timothée's eyes moved, Kolby walking up to him, smiling.
"Taking a break, the place's calmed down for now." he smiled, slipping into the booth, seated across from Timothée.
He saw a soft look on Timothée's face, having seen him close off his phone as he was walking up to him.
Timothée smiled, breaking his mood, Kolby softly smiling at him.
"You're doing great, Kobe. They're eating up your kindness act."
Kolby smiled, staring at him.
"It's not an act, Tim. That's the real me. I always treat everyone the same. Kindness and respect get the same back."
Timothée smiled, seeing Kolby's genuine honesty.
"God, I love your honesty. I wasn't saying anything against your ethics." he said with a smile, Kolby smiling.
"Thanks, Tim. So, what just had you in a mood? I saw you talking to someone on the phone. Is everything alright? Was it Kylie?" the young man said, genuine concern on his face.
"Yes, I guess I'm alright. I was talking to Harry."
"Oh, I see." Kolby said, Timothée's hand going on top of Kolby's, patting it.
"He hasn't changed much. Still an obnoxious person." He said, Kolby nodding.
"I'm okay if he said something obnoxious about myself to you. I don't really care about his opinion. I only care about yours." Kolby said, Timothée nodding.
"I won't let anyone badmouth you, Kobe. He still needs to apologize to you. He's too wrapped up in fame to genuinely care about other people. Our friendship isn't going anywhere. I don't care if he doesn't like that. I'm not happy with his attitude."
Kolby smiled, patting Timothée's hand on top of his.
"What did he say? Please tell me."
Timothée sighed, going over the conversation basically word for word, leaving nothing out.
He sensed he'd always be honest with this young man.
"You are kind of right, Tim. He does seem to think he's better than others. Fame sometimes carries a high price when you lose your moral values. I sense his attitude may get him into trouble, if it already hasn't."
Timothée nodded, lost in Kolby's honest words.
"You chose your friends based on their integrity, their caring of others and their kindness." He said, Timothée smiling again.
"That's why I chose you." he said, Kolby blushing.
"I'm not a saint, Tim."
"Never said you were. More of an angel, I think."
Kolby laughed, looking towards Stephan who was covering his station while he had a break, Henry beside him, smiling widely.
"Angel I'm not, either. I should get back to my duties." he smiled, releasing his hold on Timothée's hand, Timothée pulling it back.
"I'm going to pop over to my hotel to check out, pack up my clothes for the next few days at your place, and make a few calls home."
"Oh, staying for longer, are we? Trying to transplant me as Nancy's favorite?" Kolby smiled, Timothée laughing.
"Already have done that. She adores me!"
Kolby laughed, rising to his feet, looking down at him.
"Most people do. You're welcome to stay as long as you want, Tim."
Timothée smiled, rising from his seat, having already paid the breakfast bill.
"And how about you? Do you think I'm adorable?" he smirked, batting his eyelashes, Kolby softly blushing.
Timothée laughed again, Kolby staring at him.
"I love making you blush. It's so cute." he smirked.
"I'm glad you think so. As for your questions, you're growing on me. Bikini package and all." Kolby smirked back, walking over to Stephan and Henry.
Timothée smiled widely, pulling on his jacket, walking towards the three men at the front door.
"Leaving so soon, Timothée?" Henry said, extending his hand, Timothée shaking it.
"Just for a while, Henry. I have to go back to my hotel for some things. I will be back in time for another great meal at dinner." he said, Kolby softly smiling.
"You're always welcome, Timothée. Olivia is coming in for dinner too. You can meet her then. Kolby, please pencil him into our reservation." Stephan smiled, Kolby chuckling.
"They're like school kids. Necking any chance they get." he grinned, Henry laughing.
"Keep the lewdness down in my restaurant, please." he said, looking serious now, the three blushing.
Henry burst into laughter, the others smiled, laughing as well.
"Later, Tim." Kolby smiled, Timothée saying goodbye to all three, walking out of the restaurant.
"I'm going to check on the kitchen staff. I want to know how Jacob made those delicious crepes." Henry smiled, heading towards the kitchen.
Kolby smiled, looking at Stephan.
The new manager smiled back, leaning against the reservation table.
"So, what's up with you two, Kobe? You seem to be getting chummy with Timothée. He stayed at your place last night?" he smiled, Kolby lowering his eyes for a moment, looking at Stephan, his friend smiling at him.
"It's friendship, Steph. He's a nice guy. We've kind of clicked. And he stayed last night because of the snowstorm. I wanted him to stay safe." He smiled, Stephan smiling back.
"Nothing else? No crush hidden there. I'm pretty sure you thought he was cute. Like our customers see you. You're practically twins in looks. And I noticed he's wearing some of your clothes this morning." he cautiously said.
Kolby looked towards the door, then back to Stephan, the young man blushing.
"He's not gay, Steph. Kylie's testament to that. He's just becoming a great friend. He likes the real me. Same as I like the real him. He stayed last night at my place, and he borrowed some clothes this morning to look fresh, that's it." Kolby softly said, Stephan nodding.
"Wasn't implying anything, Kobe. I'm glad you found a good friend in him. He is a great guy." he smiled, Kolby smiling.
"That he is. But don't worry, I still have the hots for you, Olivia's sexy bitch!" Kolby smiled, batting his eyelashes, Stephan laughing.
"You're as bad as him. Dream on, butt boy!" he laughed, walking towards the kitchen, scanning the restaurant, making sure everything was running smoothly, the other waiters attending customers.
Kolby looked towards the door again, his thoughts his own.
Timothée put the last of his clothing in the suitcase laying on the bed, this the second one filled, the other one already filled with clothes.
He was mostly packed, ready to check out of the hotel.
He was chatting on his phone, smiling as he filled the last suitcase.
He planned on staying at Kolby's for his remaining time in London.
He'd finally found a friend he could really pal around with.
A genuine friend who'd hold his confidence, trust and friendship.
He planned on getting driven over to Kolby's flat first, dropping off his suitcases knowing Nancy would be home.
Then he'd drive back to the restaurant, coming home with Kolby after dinner.
He planned on inviting Nancy to dinner as well.
He wasn't sure if she was working today.
"Okay, got to get moving, Mom. Will call you later in the weekend. Should be home sometime Tuesday morning New York time. Thanks, love you." he smiled, ending his phone conversation with his mother putting it back in his back pocket.
He heard a strong knock at his suite's door, the man closing the suitcase, putting it beside the other one by his bed.
He walked to the door, opening it, stopping in surprise.
Harry Styles stood in the hallway, Timothée staring into his blue eyes.
"Harry? What are you doing here?"
"Can we talk, Timothée?" he said, Timothée staring at his slim form.
Harry wore a graphic black t-shirt and faded light gray skin-tight jeans.
"Please, we left our conversation unfinished. I need to further apologize." Harry said, staring at the slim actor.
Timothée sighed, opening the door more, standing aside, Harry walking into the room, Timothée closing the door behind him.
"Where's your partner in crime?" Timothée said, Harry lowering his eyes.
"I have no idea where Shawn is. Haven't talked to him since Wednesday. We've finished our time together, anyway. He didn't have what I needed." Harry said, Timothée staring at him.
"What's that, a conscience?"
Harry sighed, staring at Timothée.
"I'm sorry, Timothée. You were right to be mad at me. I treated that young waiter badly. I'm going to apologize to him the first chance I get to see him. I'll make sure to stop by that restaurant before I leave town, and apologize in person." he said, Timothée staring at him, seeing a thoughtful look cross Harry's handsome face, the actor relaxing.
"He totally deserves that, Harry. I told him everything you said to me this morning. Kolby had the right to know. There are no secrets between him and me. He's becoming a true friend, one I've needed." He said, Harry quietly staring at him.
"And what am I?" he said, Timothée sighing again.
"We were never real close, Harry. You are more of a friend with Kylie than me. I only know you because of her. But I consider you a work colleague. I just don't think we'll be that close. I hope you can accept that."
Harry nodded, staring at Timothée.
"I guess I'll have to accept that. Maybe later–after you get to know me better–we can be closer. I'm not the jerk you think I am." he said, a soft smile on his face.
"I never said you were a jerk, Harry. We'll see. Right now, I must finish up packing. I'm heading over to Kolby's flat for the rest of my stay. We want to spend some time together, to get to know each other better." he said, Harry nodding as Timothée began looking around the room.
"Yes, I checked with the desk. They told me you were checking out today. That's why I had to come and see you before you left. I don't know where Kolby lives. I wanted to meet you face-to-face and make things right between us." he said, walking up to Timothée, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"I really want to get to know you better too, Timothée." His hand caressing Timothée's shoulder.
"I'm not looking for that from you, Harry. Would you please step back?" he said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Harry staring at him.
"Are you sure you want me to?" Harry said, his hand going slowly across Timothée's chest, Timothée stepping back now, almost against the wall.
"Stop, Harry. We've gone through this before. I'm not into you. I'm not going to be the proverbial notch on your bedpost. Go back to Shawn if you want that. I'm sure you've already notched him there."
Harry sighed, lowering his head, dropping his hand.
"Sorry, Timothée. I gave it a final shot."
Timothée moved away from him, walking towards the bathroom, looking back at Harry.
"Show yourself out, Harry. I'm going to finish packing." Timothée said, walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Harry stared after him, then looked towards the bed.
"Maybe that's not the final shot." he smiled, walking towards the bed.
Timothée finished up in the bathroom in a few minutes, walking back into the bedroom, his toiletry bag in his hand.
He stopped in his tracks, dropping the bag, staring with shock at what lay before him.
Harry smiled, laying in the center of Timothée's bed.
Timothée stared at his naked form, his tattooed form bare, his long hard uncut cock laying against his tattooed hip.
"It's time you got what you've longed for, Timothée. And I'm what you want and need. I'll make you forget that young bastard." Harry smiled, rising from the bed walking towards Timothée.
End of Chapter 5
What a place to leave it.
A horny naked Harry heading for Timothée.
Will he give into what's before him?
A gorgeous naked singer, ready to have fun.
I always thought Harry was sexy, as is Shawn.
That's why they're here, lol.
Kolby's and Timothée's friendships are growing.
Is Harry now a threat to that?
Sorry the story is going slow, just want to build up characters.
And the relationships surrounding them.
Hugs, Angel.
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