Timothée's Promise Chapter 11
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 11
Harry smiled at Timothée, the young actor moving and rising out of the booth.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" he said, his eyes glancing towards Kolby, the young man staring at Harry.
"I'm here to set things right, Timothée." Harry softly smiled, looking between him and Kolby.
Nancy stared at the British singer, Harry seeing her now.
"Hello, I'm Harry Styles. I'm a friend of Timothée's." he smiled, Nancy nodding.
"I know who you are, Mr. Styles. And I know what you did to my Kolby." she said, her voice laced with determination, the singer softly blushing.
"Oh, I see. Is this your mother, Kolby?" he said, Kolby looking at Nancy.
"This is Mrs. Nancy Fairbanks, my roommate." he said, Harry nodding, Timothée staring at Harry.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fairbanks. I'd like to apologize for what happened here on Wednesday, Kolby. It was totally unacceptable what I did. Can we sit down and talk?" he said, Timothée about to say something, Kolby stopping him.
"Alright, Mr. Styles. I'll hear you out. Please join us." he said, Kolby moving into the booth, sitting down across from Nancy, Timothée sitting down beside Kolby with a soft look on his face.
Harry smiled, sitting down across from Timothée.
Evan walked up to the table, his eyes meeting Harry's blue eyes.
"Are you joining your friends for lunch, Mr. Styles?" he smiled, eyeing the singer up and down, his smile widening.
"No, I'm just here for a few minutes." Harry said, meeting Timothée's eyes.
"Would you like a drink as well, then?" Evan smiled, Harry looking at him.
"Make it a whiskey, Scotch. Thank you." he said, Evan nodding, his eyes glancing at Kolby.
He walked away, Harry focusing his eyes on Kolby.
"I'm deeply sorry about what happened, Kolby. I claim full responsibility for tripping you. It was just a joke that went wrong. I never imagined Carson would fire you for that. I'm glad in some way that you were able to return here. It perhaps worked out in the end. I can't take back what I've done. Timothée already voiced his anger for what I and Shawn did. Just to let you know Shawn and I have ended our friendship. He really was the one who instigated the joke." Harry said, lowering his eyes, a soft look of compassion going across his face.
Timothée stared at Harry, the man's eyes meeting his.
"I know you're still mad at me, Timothée. What I did to you was inappropriate. Please accept my apology for that as well." Harry said, staring at Timothée.
"I can't forgive you for that, Harry. That crossed a line between us. We don't need to discuss that anymore. That's a private matter." Timothée said, Nancy looking at Kolby, sensing he knew what they were talking about.
Evan walked up to the table, smiling at Harry, glancing at Timothée.
"Here's your drink, Mr. Styles. Is everyone ready to order?" he smiled, Kolby looking at him.
"Give us a few more minutes, Evan." he said, Evan nodding, smiling at Harry again, he was smiling at him.
"Thank you for the drink." Harry said, Evan nodding, walking away towards other tables, Harry sipping at the whiskey.
"I know perhaps you can't forgive me as well, Kolby. I didn't know you were handicapped when we did that. I would never have done it if I'd known." he said, looking at Kolby with sincerity.
"What you did was wrong, Mr. Styles. Regardless of the fact that Kolby was handicapped or not." Nancy said, Harry nodding.
"Yes, I know, Mrs. Fairbanks. I should have known better. I'm one who always learns from his mistakes. I'll never do it again." he softly said, Nancy looking at Kolby.
"It's up to Kolby to forgive you. And Timothée as well for whatever you did to him." she said, Timothée softly smiling at her.
"Harry knows where I stand on what happened between us." Timothée said, his face showing a serious look.
Kolby saw Timothée's face, the young man sighing.
"I could forgive you for the tripping, but I won't forgive you for not owning up to it. Timothée told me you outright lied about doing it. You were caught and didn't own up to it. That's not a healthy attitude. You must accept what you did."
Harry nodded, staring at Kolby.
In his mind he was burning with anger, his face calm and focused, though.
"I know, Kolby. I accept what I did. I can't change that, but I want to. I wish I could turn back time. I've said my peace. I'm deeply sorry for everything. I'll understand if you can't accept that. I'll leave you to dine in peace. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fairbanks." he said, his eyes meeting Timothée's.
"Again, I'm sorry for what happened between us, Timothée. I hope you can still think of me as a friend. If we meet again at an event or something, I'd like to talk with you without any repercussions."
Timothée stared at him, sighing.
"Our friendship you destroyed, Harry. I won't voice that to anyone. But just please leave me alone." Timothée said, with finality.
Harry nodded, rising from his seat, pulling out his wallet, Kolby shaking his head no.
Harry stared at him, then at Timothée.
"I'll see you around, Timothée. Goodbye, Kolby." he said, Evan walking up to the table.
"Leaving so soon, Mr. Styles?" he smiled, Harry glancing at him quickly.
"Yes, I've overstayed my welcome. Good afternoon, everyone." he said, quietly walking out of the restaurant.
Evan turned to the three still seated, smiling.
"Are we ready to order?" he smiled, Nancy looking at Kolby and Timothée, Timothée nodding.
"I'll have grilled salmon and a tossed salad." she smiled, Evan nodding, the young waiter looking at Timothée.
"Sounds good, I'll have the same with a Caesar salad instead." he said, handing the waiter his and Nancy's menu, Evan's eyes meeting Kolby's.
"And for you, Kolby? Your usual steak, with onions and mashed potatoes?" he said, Kolby staring at him.
"No, I'll have grilled salmon as well, with carrots please." he said, handing Evan his menu, the young man smiling at him, a soft look of nervousness crossing his face.
"Excellent choices everyone." he smiled, walking away towards the kitchen.
Nancy's eyes met Timothée's, her hand going on top of his.
"You don't have to tell me, that's private. But I can sense it was something bad between you and Harry. And I didn't believe any of those apologetic words he said." she smiled, Timothée smiling at her, Kolby's hand in his under the table again.
"Neither do I, Nancy." he said, Kolby's eyes meeting his.
Timothée turned back to Nancy, smiling at her.
"I won't go into details, but Harry made inappropriate advances towards me. He blindsided me. I had to physically push him away and throw him out." he said, Nancy's hand joining with his, Kolby's hand in the other.
"I'm so sorry, Timothée. You never deserved that. I'm glad you overcame him. He's arrogant, I'll give you that, but I'm surprised he's gay." she said, Kolby smiling at her, Nancy blushing.
"I didn't mean anything about that directed at you, Timothée." she smiled, Timothée smiling at her, squeezing her hand.
"I know, Momma Bear. But I've known for a while Harry's been after me. I hope now he's gotten the message. And please, it's just Tim." he said, Kolby squeezing his hand.
Nancy smiled, sipping her iced tea.
"On to other things. Evan seems to have calmed down. What did you say to him in the kitchen before Harry showed up?" Timothée asked, staring at Kolby, Nancy's eyes on him as well.
"I told him to pull it back. That he was supposed to act professionally." Kolby said, then sighed.
"He kind of made a pass at me. I stopped him easily enough, and still, he wouldn't back off his attitude. Seems to be a lot of that going around." he said, thinking of Harry.
"I told him to come in early on Monday. I'm going to let Stephan know what's been going on. He's going to have a discussion with him on Monday. I think he now feels worried about his job. Maybe that will make him focus. It's up to Stephan how he wants to handle it." Kolby said, seeing a soft look of anger on Timothée's face.
"I handled the pass easily, Timbo. He's no threat to me. So, tone back the protective anger, Conan." he smiled, Timothée staring into his green pools, a soft smile showing now.
"Sorry, babe. I just don't like people making you uncomfortable." he said, Kolby smiling, leaning in, whispering in his ear.
"I'll be comfortable in your arms later, beautiful." he said, Nancy smiling at both.
Timothée's face lit up, Kolby smiling at him.
Evan walked up to the table, a large tray in his hand.
He set down their meals, smiling at them all.
"Please let me know if you need anything else, everyone." he smiled, walking back towards another table.
"Yes, you tamed him indeed, my sexy lion tamer." Timothée smiled, Kolby laughing.
"I think that cat needs to be neutered." Kolby smiled, all three laughing, diving into their meals.
Kolby's thoughts were on Harry, and what he was up to.
He didn't think that apology was genuine either.
He still wondered how Harry knew he was here.
He quietly ate his salmon, smiling at his Timothée.
Harry stood outside the restaurant, quietly looking in through a window, seeing the three sitting in the booth.
You're a piece of work, Wentworth.
_You're playing with someone way out of your league._I can see Timothée's attraction to you, you are one hot piece of candy.
The two of you are like twins.
But he's out of your league.
And I'm surprised he'd go for a cripple.
You must have one talented mouth and ass.
He'll tire of your hot ass soon enough.
Enjoy him and let him learn from that hot ass.
He's going to be mine soon enough.
He pulled out his phone, hitting a saved number, pulling his coat up around his neck.
He looked around, lightly tapping one foot to stave off the chill, someone answering his call.
"Hey, hello again. Things didn't quite go as planned. Thanks for the heads up that he was here. You were right, he is an arrogant little bitch. He should learn to leave others alone. No worries, I'll fix him soon enough. We need to discuss what I want you to do next. Would you like your first bonus tonight?" Harry said, looking into the window again, staring at Kolby.
"Great! Let's meet at my hotel room later. Text me at this number when you're free and I'll text you the hotel and room number. Ciao!" he said, ending the call.
He smiled, looking one last time into the window, staring at Timothée.
No worries, my Timothée.
We_'ll be rid of that cripple soon enough._
If this plan doesn't work, I have a backup.
He's going to be nothing but a memory.
Then you're all mine.
And I'm going to own you.
He smiled, walking towards his hotel, his thoughts on the fun coming tonight.
Timothée sighed, his hand entwined with Kolby's, the two walking towards his flat, Nancy at their side.
They'd had a nice meal together, Timothée settling the bill, Nancy and Kolby fighting him on it, he the winner in the end.
Evan had said goodnight to all three of them, Kolby and Timothée seeing his more professional manner, although he still stared at Timothée.
Timothée smiled, glancing at the young man at his side, Kolby smiling as he walked.
"That was a wonderful meal, Tim. Thank you so much." Nancy smiled, kissing his cool cheek.
"It's brisk tonight, Your skin's near freezing." she smiled, Kolby's arm going around her.
"We'll be home shortly." he smiled; she kissed his cheek now.
"Your cheek is warmer, Kobe. Must be the heat of Tim's love." she smiled, Kolby blushing, Timothée smiling at him.
`He's got it bad for me." he grinned, Kolby smirking.
"Meet Timothée Chalamet, Mr. Ego!" he grinned, Timothée stopping, his arms going around the young man, Kolby laughing.
"We should cool him off if he's hot, Momma Bear!" he grinned, Kolby's eyes widening.
"No, please Timbo! It's cold!" he screamed, Timothée pushing him into a pile of snow banked up by a tree along the walkway.
"You bitch! I'm going to get even!"
Nancy laughed, Timothée diving on top of Kolby, the two rolling around in the snow.
"Stop it, boys! You'll get all wet!" she laughed, Timothée stopping his assault on Kolby, the man standing up, giving him an outstretched hand.
Kolby smiled, guided up to his feet, Timothée brushing the snow off Kolby and himself.
"Payback is guaranteed, you bitch!" Kolby smiled, Timothée grinning.
"Sweet! I'm getting spanked, Momma Bear!" he grinned, Nancy laughing loudly.
Kolby blushed, Timothée's arm going around him.
"You wish! I'm not touching that boney ass." he smiled, Timothée looking around, kissing Kolby's lips tenderly.
"You love me, bones and all." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"Yep, I really do." he said, Timothée stared at the young man, Kolby realizing what he'd just said, his laughter ending.
Nancy smiled, watching the two staring at each other.
She saw the trapped look on both their faces.
"Let's get moving, boys. My boney ass is freezing!" she said, the two breaking their stare, both laughing with a blush on their cheeks.
"Coming, Momma Bear." Kolby said, following her, Timothée staring after him, then moving, the three walking home.
Timothée took Nancy's coat from her when they entered the flat, hanging it and Kolby's on the coat hooks, his own joining theirs.
Nancy rubbed her hands together, smiling at the two boys.
"Start the coffee, Kobe. I'm going to run a warm bath for myself. Anyone need the bathroom before I do?" she smiled, Timothée nodding his head, she nodded back.
He walked down the hallway, Kolby's quiet eyes following him, the young man walking into the kitchen.
Nancy smiled, following him.
Timothée closed the bathroom door, leaning against it.
He just said he loves me.
Not the words directly but the meaning was there.
Do I feel the same?
Am I falling for him this quickly?
He's so beautiful, so everything I imagined.
Oh God, I do feel the same.
I'm just as much in love.
He smiled, doing his business, flushing the toilet, washing his hands, then walking back out of the bathroom.
Nancy smiled, staring at Kolby filling the coffee brewer, the young man lost in his thoughts.
"That was a surprising statement you said to him." she said, walking up to him, putting her arm around him.
Kolby turned, Nancy wrapping her arms around him, holding him close.
He trembled, looking into her eyes.
"I'm so afraid, Momma. I can't believe I said that. I saw something in his eyes. He was shocked by what I said. I don't think I'm what he wants." he said, tears showing in his eyes.
She hugged him closer, his head falling on her chest.
"Oh, Kobe. I think you need to talk to him. You both need to be honest with each other." she said, kissing his forehead.
"I...I love him so much. What if he doesn't want..."
"I love you also, Kobe."
The two turned, Kolby staring into Timothée's green pools, the actor standing in the kitchen doorway.
"I think I should start that bath. Excuse me, boys." she smiled, releasing Kolby, walking up to Timothée, kissing his cheek, the woman walking out of the room.
The two young men stared at each other, Kolby wiping his tearing eyes.
"How much of that did you hear?" Kolby said, lowering his head.
Timothée walked up to him, his arms going around him.
Timothée's hand went to his chin, raising his face, both staring into each other's green pools.
"All of it. And you never have to be afraid of stating your feelings for me. Always talk to me, my Kobe." Timothée said, Kolby sniffling.
"You...you just said...you...you love me." he softly said, Timothée smiling.
"I think I fell in love with you the first moment I looked into your green eyes at the restaurant. And following that I felt the true honesty, kindness and love flowing from you. Each day I felt my feelings opening, your own self bringing out my true self. Your hinting at the words out there in the snow made me just realize what you mean to me. I feel the same, Kolby. I think I...no I truly believe that I love you. You've entered my soul as no other has. I need you in my life, my bed, and my heart. I love you, Kolby Wentworth!" Timothée said, his eyes filled with tears, Kolby rubbing his cheek.
"Really, Timbo? I mean that much to you?" he softly said, Timothée smiling through his tears.
"Yes, Kobe. I love everything about you. From your beauty to your soul."
Kolby lowered his eyes again, Timothée raising his chin again.
"Talk to me, my love."
Kolby moved his head against Timothée's chest, the man smiling and hugging him close.
"You just gave me my greatest dreams. I loved our friendship, hoping for so much more. Are you sure? You know I'm not whole." he softly said, Timothée kissing his forehead.
"Yes, my Kobe. I'm sure. And you already know I love you as you are. Your injuries only make you yourself. Will you, in your heart, love me back?" he said, tears flowing again.
Kolby raised his head, smiling into his green teary eyes.
"With all my heart and soul. You're all I will ever need. I love you, Timothée. My tortured being is yours forever." he smiled, Timothée's smile widening.
They moved, their lips meeting, kissing deeply, their arms around each other.
They broke their kiss, hearing someone crying.
They both turned, Nancy standing in the doorway.
"And love always finds a way. Oh, my boys!" she cried, rushing up to them, hugging them both.
Both young men smiled, their eyes meeting.
"Guess I've gained another mother." Timothée smiled, Kolby laughing, Nancy kissing both their cheeks.
"And I now have two sons." she grinned, Timothée laughing.
"Let's have coffee and talk." Kolby smiled, Timothée kissing his lips.
"Alright, my love."
Nancy smiled, she and Timothée sitting at the table, Kolby bringing the coffee pot to them.
Harry sighed, the water cascading over his tattooed body, the young singer hitting the shower button, the water stopping.
He rubbed himself, the last drops of water falling from his semi-hard shaft.
He smiled, walking out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel, drying himself all over.
He tossed the towel into the hamper by the sink, wrapping his toned body in a white cashmere robe, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror.
He ran his hand through his black curls, his hair wet.
"Perfect." he smiled, his phone dinging, the young man looking at it as he picked it up.
He read the text message, replying.
He smiled, walking out of the bathroom, looking around his suite.
He walked into the closet, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs, quietly slipping them on.
The bedroom phone rang a couple of minutes later, Harry answering it.
"Yes, I'm expecting him. He's allowed to come up. Thank you." he smiled, hanging up the phone.
He tugged at his center, moving his shaft to a slight angle under his briefs, getting the full effect.
"I'm going to own you tonight, my friend." he smiled, hearing a knock on the hotel suite door.
He smiled, walking out of the bedroom, through the suite's living room, opening the door.
He smiled, his eyes scanning the young man standing there, the man scanning his robed form.
"Sorry I'm late. It was busy tonight." he smiled, staring into Harry's blue eyes.
"No worries. The wait was worth it, beautiful." he smiled, the young man smiling as Harry invited him in with his hand.
"I've never been to these high-end suites. Looks awesome!" Evan Richards smiled, Harry smiling at the young waiter.
"Yeah, the traps of fame." Harry said, closing the door behind them.
"Would you like a drink?" he said, the young man smiling at him.
"Sure. From the bar or from you?" he smiled, Harry smiling.
"Alcohol first, then something tastier." he said, Evan's eyes scanning the singer's robed form.
"Can't wait." he said, walking over to a sofa, sitting down.
"What's your poison?" Harry said, walking up to the stand-up bar, smiling towards Evan.
"Whiskey, just like you." he smiled, Harry nodding, fixing them both a glass of whiskey with ice.
He walked over to the sofa, handing the young man his drink, sitting down beside him.
Evan smiled, scanning Harry's muscular hairy legs.
"Just out of the shower?" he smiled, Harry nodding.
"I needed to be totally clean, inside and out, for your bonus." he smiled, sipping his drink, Evan setting his down, then taking Harry's and placing it beside his.
"So, what's my bonus?" he smiled, staring at the singer.
"I think you know what I'm offering." he said, Evan smiling, his hand going to Harry's leg, rubbing the hairy flesh.
"Are you going to pay the money too? For the information you want?" he said, tracing his fingers further up Harry's leg.
"Yes, you'll get what I promised." he said, taking his glass again, leaning back into the sofa, his legs spreading a bit, the young man licking his lips.
"So, what's your beef with Kolby? I know you were the one that got him all riled up the other day, Carson then firing him. I wish I had been there when he tossed the garlic in your hair. I would have belted the young brat." Evan said, his hand still rubbing Harry's leg.
"Where did Carson go? He wasn't there tonight?"
Evan told him about Carson's arrest; Stephan, now the manager, Struthers asking Kolby to return, with a promotion.
"Wow, that was surprising. Carson a thief? I thought he was only a cocksucker." Harry smiled, Evan laughing.
"Oh, that he was also. But his ass was alright." he smiled, Harry smiling.
"Didn't have the pleasure. But he gave me a good blowjob." he smiled, Evan smiling.
"Yeah, he told me that evening, after I fucked him. He paid good for his fringe benefits from me. He was one lucky bitch doing that to you. Now he'll be a prison bitch." Evan smiled, moving closer to Harry.
"Do you like to get fucked, stud?" he smiled, Harry smiling at him.
"One of your guaranteed bonuses. After I fuck you first." he smiled, Evan nodding.
"I'm game for that. Let's get started." he smiled, the young man standing up, his polo shirt off in moments.
Harry smiled, sipping his drink, looking up at the muscular blond headed youth.
"All in good time, slut. Sit back down. I haven't finished talking."
Evan smiled, sitting back down beside Harry, Harry's hand going over his smooth, muscular chest.
"Very nice. I think we'll both enjoy this." Harry smiled, tweaking Evan's left nipple, the young man smiling.
"So, what else do you want me to find out?" Evan said, picking up his drink again.
"What's your real opinion of Kolby?" Harry asked, sipping his drink, still running his fingers across Evan's smooth chest.
"As I told you the other day when we talked at the restaurant, he's an arrogant little bitch. He's hot, that's a given. I'd love to fuck him over, or just fuck him. Just to get even from his threats tonight." he said, sipping his drinks.
"Threats?"
"He's threatening to go to Stephan about my advances to him and that hot Chalamet."
"Ah, you were flirting with Timothée." Harry said, Evan smiling.
"Fuck yeah! He's hot. But you're hotter." he smiled, his hand on Harry's leg again, going under his robe.
Harry smiled, rubbing his smooth pecs again.
"You're feeling threatened by Kolby, Evan?"
"I want to get rid of that little bitch. Before he gets me fired because he won't have fun with me. Fucking tease."
Harry smiled, setting his drink down, the young waiter smiling at him.
Harry opened his robe, Evan smiling, seeing his tattooed chest, and his filled boxer briefs.
"Sweet! You are damn fine. Love the tats. And that dick looks big." he said, licking his lips.
"I want you to keep me informed about all Kolby does. I want to know his home address, his friends, and all about his past." he said, Evan nodding.
"I can get you his address easily. It's only a couple blocks from the restaurant. Only friends he has that I know of are Stephan and the woman he rooms with. I think he's involved with a church, never works Sundays. He never talks about his past, so I don't know much about that. I'll check his employee records and get back to you."
"You've earned your first bonus. I'm all yours." Harry smiled.
Evan's eyes scanned all over Harry's tattooed body, the young man setting his drink down.
"Fuck, you're hot!" he said, his hands moving across Harry's chest, rubbing his nipples, then across his center, rubbing the clothed erection.
"You've earned the night with me. Take the rest of your clothes off." Harry smiled, Evan grinning, the young man on his feet in seconds, his clothes coming off, Harry smiling at his hard shaft tenting his briefs, Evan smiling, dropping them fast, his large cut shaft sticking straight out.
"On your knees, slut." Harry said, Evan smiling, going to his knees between Harry's legs, his hands on Harry's boxer briefs, pulling them down, a large uncut shaft hitting his face, which quickly disappeared down Evan's throat.
Harry moaned, his fingers going through the waiter's blond curls, beginning to move his head, forcing the young man to deep throat him.
Harry smiled, his thoughts on other things.
You're good, hot and eager, you'll do for the night.
The night's just starting slut, and you're going to do what I need you to do.
And then Timothée will be mine.
But first I'm going to own you.
Harry smiled, pulling his cock out of the young man's throat, slapping it across his face, Evan tonguing it.
"Fuck that's nice. Going to cum for me, sexy?" he smiled, Harry rising from the couch, pulling the young man to his feet, his own hand stroking the young man, then quickly turning him around, Evan smiling, bending his knees onto the sofa, Harry lining up behind him.
"Fuck me, Harry! Give me all that juicy fat dick!"
Harry moved forward, his shaft sinking into the young man in one long thrust, Evan gasping.
"Fuck, Styles! That's a monster." Evan moaned, Harry smiling.
"Only the beginning, slut. I'm going to own your ass tonight, then you can have mine!" Harry said, beginning to pound into the young man.
Evan grinned, not believing his luck, the singer going deeper into him.
The night was just starting, and he was game for anything.
He was looking forward to licking, eating and fucking every inch of this hot singer.
Harry smiled, thrusting harder, his thoughts on doing this to his Timothée.
End of Chapter 11
Seems Harry's got an inside informant at the restaurant.
The ever-flirting Evan, the young waiter.
And he's giving him some of his reward tonight.
Timothée and Kolby had stated their love for each other, their hearts shown.
Kolby's injuries are no barrier for Timothée's love.
What's next for them?
Up next, further romance and parting moments.
Hugs, Angel
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