Timothée's Promise Chapter 6
Timothée 's Promise
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Chapter 6
Timothée was in shock, a naked Harry now pulling him into his arms, his lips meeting his, his hands now on Timothée's ass.
He was unable to move, the man forcing his tongue into his mouth.
One face immediately came into Timothée's mind, the man gaining control of himself.
Timothée came out of his shock, the young man struggling, fiercely trying to push the naked man back, feeling Harry's hardness rubbing against his leg.
One of Harry's hands was trying to move into the back of Timothée's pants.
Timothée broke the heated kiss, gasping, staring at the singer, Harry opening his eyes slowly.
"Get away from me, Harry! This isn't what I want! You have no right to do that!" he yelled, pushing him back with force, Harry stumbling backwards, hitting the bed's edge, falling to the floor, his naked ass landing on the carpet.
Timothée walked towards him, picking up Harry's discarded clothing off the floor, throwing them into Harry's lap, covering his large hardness.
"Get out of here now, you asshole! Whatever chance at friendship we had, you just blew it, Harry!" Timothée said, his face covered in determined, focused anger.
Harry rose to his feet, staring at Timothée.
"I know you want me; you were staring at me with need when you walked out. You saw what I have to offer. You were practically drooling over my big dick, slut." he said, dropping his clothes, Timothée not looking at his exposed tattooed body or still hard cock.
Timothée moved, walking over to the door, opening it widely, turning around.
"Show your tattooed naked ass to the fucking world for all I care! Get out of my room and my life!"
Harry covered himself quickly, the door remaining open.
He quickly pulled on his jeans; the man having been going commando.
He bent down, picking up his t-shirt and loafers.
He walked past Timothée, lowering his eyes.
"I'm...I'm not giving up. I want you in my bed. I'm going to own you. You're going to want me, too."
Timothée pushed against his naked chest, pushing the singer into the hallway, Harry almost falling on his ass again.
Timothée slammed the door in his face, then locked it.
He walked over to the bed, his body trembling.
He began to cry, hugging himself tightly, laying down.
Timothée took a deep breath, his famous smile forming on his face, knocking on the door.
Nancy had buzzed him inside from upstairs, he having called the flat from his limousine.
"There you are! And fully loaded! Staying for a month?" she said, Timothée laughing, carrying two suitcases and a carryon bag.
He was beginning to love this lady's sense of humor.
"It's not much. Just all I have here in London. Kolby's invited me to stay for a few days. I'm leaving for home from here on Tuesday. I hope that's okay with you, Nancy?" he smiled, Nancy welcoming him into the apartment, following him down to Kolby's room, the young actor depositing his bags there.
"You're welcome to stay till then. I've made coffee. It's bone-chilling out there today! You must be frozen! Kolby called not ten minutes ago. He was wondering if you'd arrived yet." she smiled, Timothée following her to the kitchen.
"Take a seat, Timothée. Do you need some lunch? I can make you a sandwich." she smiled, going to the stove, picking up a coffee pot, pouring them each a mugful.
"No, I'm fine. I had a quick lunch at the hotel before I packed and left." he softly smiled; she smiled back.
She sat down at the table with him, offering him a mug.
He sipped it, after adding some cream and sugar, smiling widely.
"Kolby's secret blend?"
"Yes, indeed. That's why I keep him around." she smiled, Timothée laughing.
"Don't tell him, but that's why I have returned."
She laughed as well, the two smiling at each other.
"I'm so happy you decided to stay for a while. But that sofa is lumpy? Kolby can take it." she smiled, Timothée softly blushing.
"Actually, last night we got into a spat about that. Neither of us would give up the sofa. We decided his bed was wide enough for both of us to share. He was a perfect gentleman." he smiled, gauging her reaction to that fact.
"That's alright then. And it is comfortable. Many nights I've spent holding him there." she said, looking out the kitchen window, a soft look of motherly love crossing her face.
Timothée nodded, sensing why she'd held him so many nights.
"I know Kolby had a tragic past, what with his parents dying in an accident. He won't talk to me about it, I know it still hurts him deeply." he softly said, she nodded.
"Give him time, Timothée. I sense he's happy you've taken an interest in him. He needs a good friend he can confide in."
Timothée smiled widely.
"I'm that friend. I've never met anyone like him. He's so caring, giving and so interested in myself, not in the image you see in the media. I truly believe he likes the real me." he said, Nancy smiling.
"Fame never bothered him. He's always been genuine, caring and loving. He sees a person for who they are. He never deserved the past he survived." she said, lowering her eyes.
"Can you tell me what happened to Kolby? And his parents?"
"I'm sorry, Timothée. That's for Kolby to tell you when he feels he can totally trust you. The boy has my total discretion. Believe me, I know the boy well. He feels that you might pull away from him if you heard about his past. Just let him tell you when he wants to."
Timothée nodded, Nancy patting his hand on the table.
"He's already told me that he's gay. I'm totally fine with that. It's his friendship I value most. I'm totally comfortable with gay people. I've met quite a few in my business." he smiled, Nancy smiling back.
She sensed this was a giving, caring young man.
"Finish your coffee, love. Kolby told me you were going back to the restaurant to have dinner."
"Did he invite you? Please come and dine with us. If you're not working that is?"
"I'm not, the double shift last night gave me an extra day off. Free and clear till Sunday night. I'd love to come!" she smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"It's past four now. We'll finish our coffees. Then I'll get dressed." she smiled.
Timothée smiled, the two chatting about other things, she quizzing him on his life of fame.
Kolby smiled, seeing the restaurant door open, two smiling faces walking in.
"Mrs. Fairbanks, Mr. Chalamet. Good evening." he smiled, bowing lightly, Timothée chuckling.
"Got any burgers in here, mate?" he grinned, Nancy giggling.
"Sorry, my good sir. Do you have a reservation? I can't possibly fit you in till after nine." he said, acting professional, Timothée having none of it.
"Guess we'll go to the McDonald's down the road, sweetie. This dude ticks me off." he smiled, kissing Nancy's cheek.
"You two behave! I'm here for good food, not teenage hooligans." Nancy smirked.
Timothée and Kolby both laughed, Nancy smiling at them.
"I'll show you to your table, madame. This way, please. Your other guests have already arrived." he smiled, Timothée lightly slapping Kolby's firm black clothed backside, the young man smirking.
"Sorry, sir. That's not on the menu."
Timothée laughed, Kolby smiling at him.
They followed him to the large booth, Henry and Stephan rising to their feet, another young lady smiling at the new arrivals, sliding out of the booth as well, Stephan's arm going around her.
She was in her late twenties, soft blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her face beautiful.
"You know Nancy, Olivia. This young hooligan is Timothée Chalamet." Stephan smiled, Timothée, Kolby and Nancy all laughing, Stephan wondering what was so funny.
"Only you, Steph!" Kolby said, kissing Olivia's cheek.
Timothée shook her hand, and Stephan's, Olivia kissing Timothée's cheek, the young actor blushing.
"Stephan's told me all about you. Thanks for helping him and Kobe." she smiled, Timothée nodding.
Henry bowed to Nancy, the two softly smiling at each other, Stephan smiling.
"Nancy, this is Henry Struthers, the owner of The Red Lion." he said, Nancy smiling.
He took her hand, kissing it gently.
"Good evening, dear lady. Please just call me Henry." he said, offering her a seat beside him, Olivia sliding back into the circular booth, Stephan ahead of her, Timothée seated beside Olivia.
Kolby smiled at everyone, returning to his station by the front door.
"Kolby will join us shortly. He's just waiting for Robert to come in and relieve him at the station. He does the evening shift." Stephan smiled, Timothée nodding, Nancy smiling across from him.
"I've always loved this restaurant, Henry. I've lived in the neighborhood for years." she said, Henry smiling at her.
"So have I, dear lady. That's why I had to own it."
"I'm just Nancy, Henry." she smiled, Timothée smiling as the two chatted more.
Kolby walked up to the table a few minutes later, the young man out of his vest and bow tie, having put them in his locker.
"Robert arrived, you have me for the rest of the night." he smiled, sitting down beside Timothée, Olivia smiling at him.
"Congrats on the new position, Kobe. So well deserved." she smiled, Kolby smiling at her.
"I've already done more today than your boyfriend had done since January first." he smiled, Henry laughing, others joining in, Stephan smirking.
"Well played, Kobe. Destroying me in front of the owner and my girlfriend." he said, Olivia laughing, kissing his cheek.
"Well, I was tired of dating a maître d. Glad I can cuddle up to the manager now." she said, Stephan laughing, the two kissing.
"I said to keep the lewdness in my restaurant down." Henry said seriously, everyone laughing, Henry joining in.
Kolby smiled, looking at Timothée.
"How was your day, Tim? All checked out?" he smiled, Timothée's eyes lowering for a moment, Kolby seeing a soft look on his face.
"Yes, I dropped my bags at your place. Thanks for inviting me for the rest of my stay in London." he softly smiled, Kolby nodding.
Timothée began chatting with Olivia, Kolby quietly watching his face.
Evan, a young waiter, walked up, giving everyone their drinks, Henry having ordered for everyone just before Kolby showed up, the handsome young waiter handing Kolby an iced tea, Timothée having ordered it for him.
"Thanks, Evan." Kolby smiled, the young man winking at him, bowing.
"I'll return shortly for your meal selections." he smiled, Timothée looking at the young man as he walked away.
Nancy watched the two, smiling at Kolby.
"He's a looker, Kobe. Flirting with the staff?" she said, Kolby blushing.
"No, Nancy. He's not really my type." he said, Timothée quietly watching him.
"Everyone has a soulmate out there, Kolby. You just haven't found yours yet." Olivia said, smiling at him.
"And here you went and latched on to him. I'm so jealous!" Kolby smiled, Stephan and Olivia laughing at him.
"The boy's smitten with me. No touchy, Kolby!" Stephan grinned, Kolby showing an extended finger.
"I'll have no fraternizing with staff or customers, you two." Henry said, smiling at both.
"Sorry, I'm already spoken for, Henry. We'll keep a bucket of water around for Kolby's wandering eyes." Stephan grinned.
Everyone laughed, Kolby blushing, Stephan smiling at him.
"I know he was smitten by Harry Styles and Shawn Mendes here with you the other day, Timothée. The boy was practically drooling." Stephan grinned, Kolby blushing more, glancing at Timothée.
He saw a soft look cross Timothée's face, the edge of it emotion.
"They're cute, but not my type either. Too many tats." Kolby said, Timothée lowering his eyes.
"Well, you'll find what you need, Kobe." Nancy smiled, her eyes traveling around.
Timothée softly smiled at her, Kolby's eyes on only him.
Everyone smiled, the talk flowing, six friends dining with happiness, the evening continuing.
Timothée smiled, wiping his lips, setting his napkin down, sipping at his coffee cup.
"How does it compare to Kolby's secret blend?" Nancy smiled, Timothée smiling back at her.
"It's delicious, but Kolby's just has something special." he smiled, Henry staring at Kolby.
"What's this about secret blends?" he smiled, Nancy telling him of Kolby's delicious brew.
"This I have to try!" he smiled, Kolby blushing.
"I'll make it for you here the next time you're in town, Henry." Kolby smiled.
"I'm sorry to say you two are on your own, starting tomorrow. I have dealings in Scotland I have to tend to. I have full faith in this place thriving." he smiled, Stephan and Kolby smiling widely.
Kolby didn't work weekends, the restaurant running smoothly with experienced staff; Stephan worked Saturdays, the busiest day of the week.
Robert was experienced with the maître d job, handling weekends.
"Dinner is on myself. As a thank you for you two being so devoted to its success. I'm looking forward to working with both of you." Henry smiled, everyone thanking him.
"We both should get going. We play cards with Olivia's parents Friday evenings." Stephan said, everyone nodding, beginning to move out of the booth, the young waiter returning with the bill, Henry paying it, adding a generous tip.
"See you tomorrow, Evan." Stephan smiled, the young waiter nodding, thanking Henry for the tip.
His blue eyes glanced at Kolby, winking at him, Timothée quietly looking on.
Stephan and Olivia said goodbye to everyone, Stephan punching Kolby's shoulder, whispering in his ear.
"Behave this weekend. Don't do anything I would never do." he smirked, Kolby blushing, Stephan and Olivia saying goodnight, walking out of the restaurant.
"I'll call the driver." Timothée said, pulling out his cellphone, Kolby stopping him.
"It's a crisp evening. I'd love to walk home. Nancy loves the night air just as much as I do." he smiled, Timothée agreeing, Henry smiling at the two young men and Nancy.
"Then as gentlemen, we should walk our new friends to their home, Timothée." Henry smiled, extending his arm to Nancy when they'd all put on their jackets, she smiling and taking it.
"Indeed, Henry. Wouldn't want these young beauties getting accosted walking alone." Timothée smiled.
Nancy laughed, slapping Timothée's shoulder.
"You're incorrigible!"
He laughed, the four walking out of the restaurant, saying good night to Robert at the door.
They chatted and laughed as they walked down the shoveled streets, the area cleared of last night's snowfall.
They'd reached their building, Nancy inviting Henry up for a cup of Kolby's special coffee.
"Why wait till the next time you're in the city?" she smiled, Henry accepting happily, the four going upstairs.
Kolby took everyone's coats, Nancy guiding Henry into the living room, Kolby smiling, Timothée following him into the kitchen.
Kolby set up the coffee brewer, adding his special ingredients, Timothée leaning against the counter while he worked, the two trading smiles.
"Thanks for inviting me here for a few days. Your friendship is just what I need." Timothée smiled, Kolby looking into his green eyes.
"Given easily. And I like your company, too." he smiled, Timothée lost in his green pools.
"And later we'll discuss what's bothering you, my friend." Kolby said, Timothée staring at him.
"I'm fine, Kobe." he said, Kolby's hand going to his shoulder.
"No, you're not, Tim. I saw your face earlier when Stephan mentioned Harry and Shawn."
Timothée sighed, Kolby rubbing his shoulder.
"It's like you can read my soul." he softly said, Kolby smiling at him.
"True friends, my friend. I'm here, always."
Timothée smiled more, helping Kolby pull out some cookies and treats to go with the coffee.
The two walked into the living room when the coffee was ready, Timothée's green eyes following Kolby's beautiful smile.
"Superb! That's the most delicious coffee I've ever tasted! We must have this blend for the restaurant!" Henry said, Kolby blushing.
"It's just something I came up with. I'll show Chef Jacob how to brew it." he smiled, Henry thanking him.
The four sat around, drinking coffee and snacking on cookies, enjoying each other's company.
At eleven Henry had to say his goodbyes, an early drive up to Scotland.
Timothée called his driver, Nancy walking the man to the front door, the two chatting like old friends.
Timothée smiled after them, Kolby cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.
Nancy walked back into the living room, Timothée seated on the sofa.
"He's a very nice man. So debonair and refined, but so normal." she smiled, Timothée smiling at her.
"Yes, he's very down to earth for a multimillionaire." he said, Nancy smiling, Kolby walking into the room.
"Everything's tidied up, Momma Bear." he smiled, sitting down beside Timothée, she was smiling at both.
"Thanks, love. I've locked the front door. Well, I'm going to take a nice warm bath, then head for bed. You boys relax and chat. Anyone need the bathroom before I claim it?" she smiled, getting up, Timothée rising to his feet.
"I think we should pack it in too. We can chat in the bedroom, Tim." Kolby smiled, getting up as well.
"Then do your washroom routines and I'll go in after." Nancy smiled, heading towards her bedroom, after they'd both kissed her cheek.
Kolby went around, shutting off lights while Timothée used the washroom.
They met in the hallway, Kolby going into the washroom, Timothée heading for the bedroom, the two smiling at each other.
A few minutes later Kolby closed the bedroom door behind him, Timothée smiling at him, standing in front of the bed, pulling off his polo shirt, Kolby taking in his naked smooth chest.
He smiled, his jeans joining his shirt on the chair.
"Want some shorts, or did you bring your own?" Kolby smiled, looking at Timothée's suitcases by the bed.
"Would you be offended if I just slept like this? We've seen most of each other. I usually just sleep in briefs. I was being chivalrous last night." Timothée said, sitting down on the end of the bed, Kolby smiling, removing his own shirt and jeans, Timothée taking in his revealing slim chiseled form.
"I sleep the same. And I'm fine with it. Who wouldn't mind sleeping beside your fine briefed form all night. I promise to control myself." Kolby grinned, Timothée lowering his eyes, that soft look again on his face, Kolby sensing deep emotion about to explode behind it.
He walked over to the bed, sitting down beside Timothée, their shoulders touching.
"What's wrong, Tim? I was only joking." he said, Timothée raising his eyes, Kolby seeing the beginnings of tears showing.
He put his arm gently around Timothée, the young man trembling as a sob came out of his throat.
He flung his arms around Kolby, crying against his chest.
"He was so forceful! He didn't even care!" he cried, Kolby holding him close, looking surprised.
He felt the warmth of the young man in his arms, his smoothness against his own.
"Who was? What's happened, Tim? Did someone hurt you?" he softly said, Timothée raising his eyes, staring into Kolby's concerned green pools.
"It was Harry. He attacked me, the man naked! He wanted to take me!" he cried, Kolby looking with shock at him, Timothée burying his face into Kolby's chest, Timothée feeling the warmth of his chiseled smooth chest against his face.
"Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry! I can't believe he'd do that!" he said, Timothée raising his face again, Kolby staring at him with tender compassion.
"I can't believe he'd do that. I'll keep you safe! He won't touch you again. Are you alright?" he said with tenderness, Timothée pulling him close again.
Kolby just held him, letting the young man calm down, rubbing his back gently with his damaged hand.
The man calmed down, Kolby's friendship soothing his soul.
Timothée raised his eyes again, seeing only friendship and no judgment in Kolby's eyes.
"I don't know if he's gay or bisexual. It was in the hotel room, while I was packing. He visited me as I packed. He made advances towards me; I turned him down. I went into the bathroom to pick up the last remaining things there. When I walked back out into the bedroom, he was naked, lying on my bed. He was totally aroused. I was so shocked, staring at his tattooed body. He got up off the bed, pulling me into his arms. He started French kissing me. I came out of my trance, fighting him. I pushed him back, and he fell to the floor. I...I picked up his clothes and threw them at him, telling him to leave. He got up again and dropped them. I thought he was going to attack me again! I walked over to the hotel door, flinging it open, telling him he could show the whole world his naked ass for all I cared. He quickly dressed, I forcefully threw him out of the room, slamming the door in his face, locking it!" Timothée said hurriedly, the emotions flowing from him, Kolby pulling him close again.
"That bastard! He had no right to do that to you, Timbo. I'll make sure he never touches you again. He'll have me to deal with if he ever tries that crap on you again!" Kolby said, Timothée wiping his eyes, looking at Kolby.
"Timbo?" he said, loving that endearing take on his name.
Kolby blushed, their eyes meeting.
"My new nickname for you. I told you I'd find one."
Timothée smiled a genuine smile, wiping his tearful eyes, Kolby handing him a Kleenex from the nightstand.
"Are you okay?" he said, his arm gently going around Timothée's naked shoulders.
"I was so shocked. Nobody's ever comes on to me like that before. And never a guy. Sure, girls have patted my ass or snuggled against me, always tempting me into bed, but nothing that fierce." he said, Kolby nodding, his eyes going to the window.
"I'm surprised that he's into guys. He's not the usual type. I would think Shawn was, he's the pretty one." Kolby said, Timothée smiling.
"I should let you know, and I hope you won't spread this around, both were fooling around together. And they both earlier made advances towards me when I first met them. I turned them both down quickly. I guess Harry wouldn't take no for an answer." Timothée softly said, Kolby hugging him close.
"Anything you tell me will be between us. Those two as lovers surprise me. They're so different. But that's not an excuse for either of them to go after you, a straight, decent, kind young man. No one should ever have to go through what you went through. That was close to aggravated assault what Harry did." he said, Timothée nodding.
"I don't think he got the message."
"Why do you say that?" Kolby said, looking worried.
"He said he wanted me, that he wasn't giving up. That I was his." Timothée said, emotion showing again.
"He's wrong on all counts. You need to inform your management. He may begin stalking you. I'm worried that you won't be safe."
Timothée wiped his eyes again, feeling Kolby's caring for him.
"I'll tell them, and Kylie will know, too. Thanks for caring about me." he said, Kolby smiling at him, gently hugging him close again, not wanting to upset him with the close contact.
"You're my friend, Timbo. I'm here in any way you need me."
Timothée stared at him, lowering his eyes again, Kolby raising his chin.
"Are you okay?"
"Would you...would you hold me again like you did last night? I felt so warm and safe in your arms." he said, Kolby looking at him.
"Are you sure that won't upset you, the physical connection, I mean? I don't want you to fear me."
"No, it won't. Your friendship isn't like Harry's lust. I know you'd never attack me like that, Kobe. Like I said, I know I'll be safe in your arms of friendship."
Kolby smiled, nodding his head.
"Let's get you into bed." he smiled, rising from his seat at the end of the bed, Timothée rising as well.
He watched Kolby move, his near-nakedness making Timothée's heart flutter.
Kolby removed the pillows, pulling back the bed duvet, patting the sheets.
"Climb in, Timbo." he smiled, Timothée smiling, climbing into the bed, Kolby covering him with the duvet, leaning over him and shutting off the lamp on his side.
Timothée felt his warmth against his chest, the young man pulling back when the light went out.
Kolby sat on the bed's edge, Timothée staring at his smooth back as he removed his metal leg, placing it against the chair, climbing under the sheets, laying on his back, turning his head towards Timothée's.
"I'm here, Timbo. Your friend's here." he said, Timothée moving, Kolby's arm going around his back, the young actor laying his head on Kolby's muscled chest, snuggling against him.
"Thank you, Kobe. I love your friendship." he said, Kolby smiling in the semi darkness, moonlight filtering into the room.
He felt the warmth of the man he held, feeling Timothée's center against his right hip, no form of hardness felt.
Kolby was surprisingly calm as well, holding the man of his dreams in his arms.
This is enough.
Your friendship is enough if that's all you want.
He looked towards the window, his mind in the past.
Please don't hurt me, I'll die if you hurt me.
They've all hurt me.
A tear ran down his cheek, Kolby feeling Timothée hugging him closer.
He heard the soft breathing coming out of the young man, his breath on Kolby's right pec.
He smiled, staring down at his dark brown curly hair.
You're so beautiful.
_Why can't I find someone like you to love me?_Why can't it be you?
I hate you for what you did to him, Harry!
He's my friend, please don't take him from me.
Kolby closed his eyes, his dreams filled with the man lying asleep against him.
Timothée woke slowly, his tongue licking a softness of skin.
He pulled back a bit, licking something firmer.
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing his tongue laying against Kolby's right nipple.
He tasted the young man's skin, hearing a soft murmur above him.
He raised his head, surprised at what he'd been doing.
He stared at Kolby's sleeping face, the young man's lips opening a bit, a soft smile coming to his face.
He lowered his head again, staring at the muscled chest he'd been sleeping against all night.
He took in the beauty of its muscular form.
It was smooth, two hard nipples, washboard abs leading down to a treasure trail of black beauty.
Timothée's eyes took in the large, tented mound showing in Kolby's navy boxer briefs, the duvet having slid down.
He felt his own largeness pressed against Kolby's right hip.
He blushed, gently moving back a little, freeing his desires from their warmth.
He gazed downwards, taking in Kolby's muscular right leg, soft black hair covering it.
He stared at the stump on his left side, seeing the beauty of its shortened length.
It didn't repulse him as he'd thought it would.
It was just an extension of the beautiful man sleeping beside him.
He smiled; his thoughts broken by a soft voice.
"Take a photo, it will last longer."
Timothée's eyes moved, staring into two green pools of friendship, attached to a large mischievous smile.
Timothée blushed, sitting up a bit, Kolby taking in his smooth torso now showing above the duvet.
"Speaking of hot photos. Woof! Where's my camera?" Kolby giggled, Timothée laughing.
"No one's got you beat in that department. You could be an underwear model." he smiled widely, Kolby laughing.
"Yeah, briefs for the handicapped. One leg or two?" he smiled, Timothée slapping his chest.
"Ouch! That hurt, bitch!" Kolby said, upending Timothée, the young man now on top of him, his fingers going into his pits.
Kolby felt the hairy armpits, Timothée exploding into laughter, Kolby's left hand moving and going over his mouth.
"Quiet! You'll wake Momma Bear!" he smiled, his fingers covering Timothée's tender lips.
He removed his hand, still laying on top of Timothée.
"So, are you carrying a poker or are you going to pierce me with that lance?" Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing, moving to his side.
"Sorry, I thought I had to duel with that other saber." he said, Timothée blushed now as well.
Kolby's face changed, Timothée looking at him.
"Sorry, Timbo. I was in no way making advances towards you. I'm sorry if it brought back a memory." he said, Timothée moving, his head going against Kolby's chest again, Kolby smiling at him, hugging him.
"You didn't, Kobe. I know you don't see me like that. Like a pretty boy needing to be used." he said, Kolby looking down at him.
Timothée felt him sigh against him, Kolby's fingers going through his dark brown curls, Timothée sighing at the tenderness of the touch.
"I...I would never...I..." Kolby softly said, Timothée raising his head again.
Their eyes met, Timothée smiling.
"Do you have a crush on me? You do, don't you?!" he smiled, Kolby blushing again, looking away from him.
Timothée turned Kolby's head, staring into his green pools.
"It's okay, Kobe. You can tell me the truth. Talk to me." he said, Kolby moving, Timothée releasing him, the young man sitting on the bed's edge, staring back at him.
"Yes, Timothée, I do have a little crush on you. Oh God, I'm sorry! You're just so beautiful. I would never act on those feelings. You must believe me! I cherish your friendship more."
Timothée smiled, rising to a sitting position, leaning against the headboard, staring at Kolby.
Kolby took in his smooth slim chest, his nipples hard in the early morning's chill.
"So, what do you see when you look at me, Kolby?" he smiled, Kolby blushing still, looking at him.
"I see a young man with a perfect slim, smooth body, a beautiful smile, gorgeous dark brown, at times almost black curly hair. And a heart that beats with kindness, warmth and friendship. I think you're perfect. But I know you're straight, and I'm perfectly okay with that." Kolby smiled, his voice more focused, Timothée smiling at him.
"I think the same, Kobe. You're beyond beautiful. In body and soul. If I was gay, I'd be all over your fine form. But as you said, I cherish your friendship more." he smiled, Kolby relaxing a bit, smiling back at him.
"I wish you were gay. You're like my dream guy." he smiled, Timothée chuckling.
"I'll try and give you free shows." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"Like the one now. You're packing, stud boy." he smiled, Kolby reaching over and grabbing his metal leg, fastening it to his stump.
"So are you, sexy big boy." Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing, covering his center with a pillow.
"I need to go to the bathroom." he said, Timothée smiling, watching him rise to his feet, his briefs tented.
"No jerking off in there, thinking of me." he smiled, Kolby smirking.
"Use tissues. Don't mess up my bed, thinking of Kylie." he smiled, walking out of the room.
Timothée stared after him, his thoughts his own.
She's not in my thoughts anymore.
You're in the center of them.
Oh God, I hope you're nothing like Harry!
Or that conniving Shawn.
You are so beautiful, Kolby.
I think I need to be honest with you.
A few minutes later Kolby walked back into the room, Timothée taking in every inch of his chiseled slim body as he walked back to the bed, sitting down on its edge again.
He saw that his boxer briefs were less tented but still filled nicely.
"Nancy's still dead to the world, And it's only six-thirty. We can relax again, or snuggle, or you can take a nap." he smiled, laying down in the bed again, looking up at a seated Timothée.
Timothée stared at him, the young actor moving, lying down again, snuggling up against Kolby again, their heads level to each other.
"Kolby, I need to be totally honest with you." he said, Kolby's eyes lowering.
"I'm sorry for stating the truth to you. I'll understand if you're uncomfortable being friends if you think I'm into you or wanting you." he said, Timothée seeing a tear fall on Kolby's cheek.
He moved his fingers, brushing it off.
Their eyes met.
"I'm never uncomfortable with you, Kobe. I'm your Timbo, remember." he said, Kolby softly smiling.
"There's only one thing I need to be honest about. And you need to know my truth." he said, his head moving.
Kolby was stunned, Timothée's lips meeting his.
The young actor's arms went around Kolby, pulling him close, both becoming lost in the kiss.
End of Chapter 6
Well, did you all see that coming?
Timothée may be revealing his new true desires to Kolby.
Kolby told him his own truth, Timothée divulging his without words.
What of the plotting Harry?
Is he giving up on Timothée?
Is Timothée safe from his stalking?
On to the next chapter of this new story.
I hope I'm keeping you following.
Hugs, Angel.
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