Timothée's Promise Chapter 12
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 12
Timothée smiled, feeling the soft lips on his neck, the actor trying to remove his shirt.
Kolby's hand was up his shirt, tweaking his left nipple, Timothée softly moaning.
"Calm down, my love. Let me take it off first." he said, Kolby smiling, kissing his neck again.
"You've got me so excited, Timbo. I want your smooth self in my arms." he said, reluctantly pulling back, Timothée smiling at him.
Kolby's suit jacket, tie and shirt were already on the floor beside Timothée's blazer, the young man in only his dress pants.
Timothée had been kissing his chest, Kolby rubbing his clothed chest.
The two had chatted all afternoon with Nancy.
She left just before four, having to work the evening shift.
Kolby had cooked a nice dinner of steaks and salads for the two of them, the two sharing a quiet meal together, then snuggled in the living room all evening.
The two had chatted, their new love the main topic.
Around eleven the two had walked around, locking up and then going to their bedroom.
Here now they were joined together, their love showing.
Kolby broke their embrace, leaning down, picking up their suit jackets, the young man walking over to the wardrobe, hanging both up.
Timothée smiled, his shirt now off his slim chest, bending down and picking up Kolby's shirt, walking over to his man, handing him the two shirts, knowing Kolby was as organized as he was.
Kolby smiled, kissing his lips, the two smiling, beginning to take off their pants, Timothée taking his wallet and phone out of his pockets, handing Kolby the pants, standing in his briefs.
Kolby joined them with his, putting both pants in the wardrobe, both walking back to the bed, Timothée's eyes on Kolby's firm brief-covered backside.
They both pulled off their socks, tossing them into the hamper on the way back to the bed, setting their wallets and phones on the nightstand together.
Timothée's arms went around Kolby's waist, their lips meeting again.
"Everything's in its place. Now we need to join under the covers, my love." Timothée smiled, breaking the kiss.
"I love it when you call me that. It's so romantic." Kolby said, Timothée smiling.
"You are the romance of my life, Mon amour. I'll always call you that to show you my deep love." he said, Kolby tearing up.
"One more thing, my Timbo." Kolby said, his hands going to Timothée's waist, beginning to pull down his boxer briefs.
"Won't need those." he smiled, Timothée beaming, his hands immediately on Kolby's briefs, rubbing his center first, the young man moaning, his briefs quickly on the floor, Timothée picking up both pairs, tossing them over his shoulder, both landing in the hamper, a few feet away.
"Wow, you should be a basketball player." Kolby smiled, his hand wrapping around Timothée's rising shaft, the man smiling.
"I want to be a soccer player, scoring between your goal posts." he grinned, Timothée's hand now wrapped around Kolby's hardness, Kolby laughing, Timothée joining him.
Their arms pulled each other close, their lips meeting again.
"You're bad, Timbo. And you can score there whenever you want to." he smiled, Timothée grinning again.
"Let's get into bed, beautiful." he smiled, Kolby climbing under the covers, moving over to the right side.
Timothée climbed in, moving close to Kolby.
"Let me, my love." he smiled, Kolby nodding, Timothée going to his left leg under the covers, gently removing his metallic leg, moving to the right and leaning it against the chair on the bedside, returning to snuggle beside Kolby.
"Mm, so nice. You're so warm." Timothée smiled, kissing Kolby's shoulder.
The young man sighed, feeling his lover's warmth.
"I can't believe we're in love." he smiled, Timothée kissing his cheek.
"Yes, it's a big surprise. But I'm so happy. I love you, babe." he smiled, Kolby smiling widely.
"I love you more, Timbo." Kolby said, Timothée smiling, moving on top of Kolby, the two feeling their shafts rubbing together.
"Show me how much, my love." Timothée softly said, Kolby wrapping his arm around him.
"Do you trust me, my Timbo?" he said, brushing his fingers against his cheek, Timothée smiling.
"Yes, my Kobe. With all my heart." Timothée said, kissing Kolby's lips again, the young man moving, rolling Timothée over, now on top of the actor.
Their lips parted, Kolby's lips moving down his chin, then his neck, beginning to lick all over Timothée's smooth chest, the man moaning.
Kolby sucked both nipples, hardening them in his mouth, Timothée gasping.
"Fuck, that's amazing!" he groaned, Kolby smiling, loving Timothée's dirty talk, just as much as he loved his sex talk.
He moved his lips off his nipples, his fingers now rubbing them, his tongue going lower.
He tongued the belly button and his abs, wetting the hair underneath, his hand going around the large hot shaft now fully erect.
He licked it up and down, Timothée moaning.
He moved to his balls, sucking both into his mouth, Timothée's hands in his hair, rubbing his head.
"Fuck don't stop!" Timothée moaned, Kolby coming off his balls, licking his shaft again, staring up at Timothée's green pools staring down at him.
"Onward to a new adventure, my Timbo. Trust in me, my love, to show you heaven." Kolby smiled, the man's hands going to Timothée's legs, raising them forward, Timothée's eyes widening, sensing what Kolby wanted to do, their eyes meeting.
"May I, my love? You know what your ass does to me." he said, Timothée seeing so much love in his eyes.
"Fuck yes, Kobe!" he said, Kolby grinning, pushing Timothée's legs forward, his knees going to his chest, Timothée holding each leg.
Kolby looked down, seeing Timothée's center now.
He smiled, beginning to lick Timothée's legs, tasting his hairy skin, licking downward, tasting each smooth globe at their end, Timothée moaning again.
Within moments Kolby was in the crack, at his center, a rosebud of beauty staring back at him.
He saw soft brown hair circling the rosebud, the center smooth.
Kolby smiled, leaning forward.
Timothée gasped, his mind exploding when Kolby's tongue touched his center.
He felt a probing tongue moving all around his hole, Kolby tonguing the moist center.
Timothée lost it, feeling the sensations coming from his center.
"Oh, fuck Kolby! Don't stop! That's fucking amazing!" Timothée gasped, Kolby diving into the man's ass, licking everywhere.
Timothée began moving around, Kolby sensing he was driving him wild.
He looked up, seeing Timothée's shaft leaking a lot of precum.
For a few minutes Kolby ate his ass deeply, Timothée lost in the new sensations, feeling himself nearing the edge of his emotions.
Kolby's hands were on both globes of his smooth ass, kneading each cheek, his tongue deep within his center.
He sensed Timothée was going to explode soon, the young man taking his tongue out of his ass, taking his balls back into his mouth, Timothée moaning more.
Kolby moved his hands, moving one between Timothée's cheeks, rubbing one finger against his smooth, now moist hole.
Kolby released his balls, diving back onto his shaft, swallowing its length deep into his throat, his finger brushing against Timothée's hole, the tip moving inward.
Timothée gasped, this new sensation blowing his mind.
"Fucking God!" he gasped, his desires exploding, Kolby's throat filling with his sweet cream, the young man swallowing all of it.
Timothée's body began to slowly relax, Kolby cleaning up his shaft and balls, then moving Timothée's legs back down, crawling up to his side, the two kissing deeply, Timothée tasting his orgasm on Kolby's tongue.
"Mm, that was fucking amazing." he said, Kolby smiling and slapping Timothée's left butt cheek, the man jumping.
"That's for taking the Lord's name in vain." Kolby grinned, Timothée laughing, their lips meeting again.
"Sorry, my love. Got lost there for a moment. You were beyond fantastic!!" he said, Kolby smiling, kissing his lips softly.
"I take it you liked me doing that?" Kolby smiled, his hands rubbing Timothée's glistening chest.
"Oh, my love. That was amazing. You keep surprising me." Timothée smiled, Kolby's fingers going through his long curls.
"Just my way of thanking you for loving me. I've been wanting to taste that ass since you confessed your love to me. I felt it was now mine to enjoy. I hope that made you happy?" he smiled, Timothée tearing up.
"Yes, my love. I'm beyond happy. I hope it was all you longed for?" he said, softly blushing, Kolby smiling, pulling his man close.
"It was even more, my Timbo. Thank you for being so delicious." he said, Timothée blushing more.
"That was totally new to me. No one's ever wanted that part of me. I didn't stink down there, did I?" Timothée said, looking embarrassed.
"No, my angel. All I tasted was your own self. A mix of manliness and love." he smiled, Timothée smiling at him, laying his head on Kolby's chest.
"I don't know...I'm not sure I could ever do that to you, Kobe. It seems so strange to me, so unfamiliar." he said, Kolby running his fingers through his curls again.
"It's not for everyone. You do what you want, what's comfortable for you. I care about what you're feeling. All my body I give to you with love. Discover it as you want to."
Timothée raised his head, staring into his green pools, his eyes softly watering.
"As mine I give to you, my love. Although now there's not much left you haven't tasted." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling.
"All so delicious, and I will never tire of needing all of it, and just you." Kolby said, Timothée's head returning to his chest.
"Want me to suck you? I'm beginning to need that part of you. It's so beautiful." he said, Kolby smiling.
"Thanks for asking first, my sweetie. It's yours to enjoy." Kolby smiled, Timothée's hand wrapping around Kolby's hard shaft.
"That's my kind of heaven." Timothée said, lowering his head, Kolby gasping.
For ten minutes Timothée devoured him, backing off several times when he sensed Kolby was on edge, their lips meeting, returning to his new desires.
Kolby finally exploded, Timothée drinking in his love.
The two returned to each other's arms, Timothée sighing with contentment, Kolby coming down from his orgasm.
"You keep getting better, my Timbo." Kolby smiled, their lips meeting again, Kolby tasting himself on Timothée's lips.
"Must be my teacher. I think I'll be an A student shortly." Timothée smiled, Kolby laughing, slapping his smooth butt cheek again, then gently rubbing it, Timothée returning to his smooth warm chest.
"I love this, Kobe. Us together, showing our love, in so many new ways." he smiled, Kolby looking down at him.
Timothée noticed no reply coming from Kolby, raising his head, seeing soft tears in his green eyes.
"What's wrong, my love?" he said, running his fingers across Kolby's cheek.
"I'm just thinking about your leaving in a couple of days. We only truly have tomorrow together. Then you go back to your life." Kolby said, Timothée wiping the tears from his lover's cheeks.
"You are my life, my love. You'll always be a part of it. My leaving changes nothing. I'm coming back. I need you in my life."
Kolby teared up more, Timothée kissing his lips.
"What happens between us, Timbo? We lead such separate lives." he said, Timothée holding him close.
"We do lead separate lives. But we share a love that will overcome that. I need you in my life, even if for now it may mean only fleeting inadequate encounters. I'm not losing you. I just found your love." Timothée said, Kolby seeing the love shining in his eyes.
"I love you, Timothée. We'll make it work. What are your plans going forward?"
"Well, I'm going back to New York, starting a new movie there about Bob Dylan's life, probably after Christmas. I'm going to talk to Kylie as soon as she's back in New York, ending that strange relationship. I want to talk to my parents as well. I'm going to tell them all about you. They need to know what you mean to me. I think it's time they knew about their son's new life, and who he wants in it. I'm not giving up on this relationship, Kobe."
Koby smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"You don't have to come out to your family right now, Timbo. Just take it slow. When will you return to London?"
"Thanks, my love. I will take it slow. But I am going to mention you to them. Hoping to come back soon. What are you doing for the holidays in a few weeks?" Timothée smiled, Kolby thinking about Christmas in a few weeks.
"Nancy and I stay here; her daughter usually comes home for the school break. I usually take a few days off to spend time with the two of them. Stephan and Olivia usually invite us over for dinner on Christmas Eve." he said, Timothée smiled, glad Kolby won't be alone then.
"Sounds wonderful. My family usually goes to my grandmother's, my Nana." he smiled, Kolby smiling at him.
"She needs her little boy, her spoiled grandson." Kolby smiled, Timothée smiling.
"She loves me dearly."
"Most people do, me included." Kolby smiled, Timothée kissing him again with tenderness.
"I love you, Kobe. I'll try to make it back soon, hopefully soon in the new year. We can always talk on the phone when we miss each other, and cam." he said, Kolby nodding.
"I know, babe. It just won't be the same as holding you like this." he said, Timothée nodding.
"I know, I'll be lost without your warmth or scent." Timothée said, snuggling more into him, Kolby smiling.
"I can fart in an envelope every day and send them to you." he smiled, Timothée exploding into laughter.
Kolby joined him, rolling over again, their lips meeting.
He sighed, laying his head on Timothée's slim smooth chest.
"I love you, Timbo. We'll make this work."
"I know we will, my Kobe. You could always come to New York and spend time with me also." he said, kissing Kolby's forehead.
"Let's get some sleep, my love. The morning brings our love's happiness." he said, Kolby smiling, closing his eyes.
"Love you, Timbo."
"Love you more, Kobe." Timothée smiled, closing his eyes as well.
Harry moaned, feeling the hard shaft deep within him.
"Fuck, Evan! That feels so good!" he said, bouncing up and down on the waiter's center, the man licking Harry's chest, sucking and biting his nipples.
"Your ass is so fucking tight! How do you keep it that way, you stud?" Evan grinned, Harry staring down at him.
"Years of choreography tightens muscles." he smiled, Evan stroking his cock, liquid dripping from it.
"I've dumped two loads into condoms. You're about to make me fill a third." he moaned, gasping.
Harry felt the warmth filling his insides, knowing the young man had orgasmed.
He fell forward, the man wrapping his arms around him, kissing his neck.
"Fuck you are amazing. I want this ass every time you're in town." Evan said, Harry looking at him as he stared into his eyes.
"Doesn't work that way, Evan. I've got ass and cock all over this globe. You're great, but you're one of many. I don't need the relationship thing." he said, pulling up off the young man, Evan's hardness slipping out of him.
"That's cool. I'm not looking for that either. Just call anytime you're in London and you need this dick deep in you." Evan said, pulling off the condom, waving his wet cock at Harry, the man smiling, wiping his ass on a towel he'd laid beside his bed.
He lay down, stretching out, Evan's hands going up and down his sweaty body, his tongue diving into Harry's sweaty armpit.
The two had been playing for over three hours, both ending on top and bottom, both feeling satisfied.
"Can't get enough of my sweat, right?" Harry smiled, the young man lifting his head.
"You're delicious. All your liquids are tasty."
Harry's phone dinged on the nightstand, the man reaching over and grabbing it.
He read the text, laying the phone on his chest.
"Trouble?" Evan said, still licking sweat off Harry's chest.
The young singer turned and looked at him.
"Up for some more fun? I have a friend coming over." he said, Evan smiling.
"A special friend? It's not that stud Mendes?" he beamed, Harry staring at him.
"Yeah, he's very special. And no, it's not Shawn. Wasn't aware this friend was in London. But I'm game for some three-way fun. Want to get it from both ends, stud?" Harry said, his hand wrapping around Evan's still semi hard shaft.
"Fuck yeah. Who is it?"
"You'll soon find out. I'll text him back. You head to the shower, and we'll clean up before he arrives. It's a surprise." Harry smiled, Evan grinning, climbing out of the bed, Harry smiling as he walked into the bathroom, following his naked ass.
Harry pickled up his phone, sending a reply.
He smiled, climbing out of the bed, heading for the bathroom.
He walked into the shower, wrapping his arms around a wet Evan.
"Clean me up, sexy. I'll wash you." he smiled, Evan smiling and turning around, handing Harry the bar of soap.
The two washed each other, the young man exploring every inch of Harry's tattooed form.
They quickly dried off, Harry donning his robe again, Evan smiling and wrapping a towel around his waist.
"This guy okay with threesomes?"
"Yeah, I texted him back, informing him you were here. He's probably hard and lubed already. He comes prepared."
Evan smiled, his hand going under Harry's robe, the singer smiling at him.
"Just getting you primed again. I want lots of cock tonight." He smiled, Harry chuckling.
"You're such a slut." Harry said, Evan smiling.
"You're paying me, I'm your slut any way you like." he smiled, Harry nodding.
"Yes, you are. Go into the bedroom and lay naked in bed. I'll bring him in for you. I'm going to own both your fine asses again." he smiled, Evan grinning, dropping the towel, Harry seeing him fully erect again.
Evan walked back into the bedroom naked, Harry following him, watching him climb into the bed, Harry walking out of the bedroom into the suite's living room.
Evan heard a knock in the other room, Harry opening the suite's door.
He heard quiet talking, then he thought he heard soft moaning, the young man leaning back against the pillows.
A few minutes later a naked Harry walked into the room, Evan seeing his cock was dripping wet, another man walking in behind him, wiping his wet mouth, his shirt opened, Evan staring in shock at the new famous singer who walked into the room.
"No fucking way! Louie Tomlinson?!" Evan grinned, his eyes going over the man's smooth tattooed chest showing through the shirt.
"Well, what do we have here? Don't you look fucking delicious?" Louie smiled, his eyes scanning over the young man's naked muscular form.
"This is Evan, a new friend. Just call him our late-night snack." Harry said, gently pushing his former bandmate forward.
Evan grinned, rising from the bed to his knees, his large shaft sticking straight out.
"This night just got fucking better! You've both been a fantasy of mine, Louie. Are the other bandmates into guys as well?" Evan said, Louie walking up to the bed, Evan's hands going out, running across his smooth chest.
"We both banged Zayn and Niall while we were together, Liam's always been a righteous twat." Louis smiled, Harry smirking.
"Friends with benefits. And Liam's been under me too." He said, Louie looking at him with surprise.
"Tonight let's focus on this sexy treat." Harry smiled, Evan's tongue now licking Louie's slim chest.
"Just call me dessert, slut." Louie smiled, Even beginning to open Louie's pants, the singer's hand running through Evan's blond hair.
Harry smiled, walking up behind Louie, pulling his shirt back off his shoulders, Louie's pants sagging down his legs, his briefs pulled down too, the man gasping when Evan dove onto his thick uncut hardness, Harry's arms going around his bandmate, pinching his nipples.
Harry moved downward, pulling Louie's pants and briefs off, those joining his shirt on the floor.
Harry stood again, gently pushing Louie forward, Evan falling back, the singer landing on top of the young man.
The two young men met in a deep kiss, Harry smiling.
"Enough of the romance, Screwy Louie. You can be such a pansy at times. I told you the boy loves to be fucked. Just like you do." Harry said, climbing onto the bed.
Louie broke the kiss, Evan panting, smiling up at him.
"Fuck me, fantasy man!" Evan grinned, Louie smiling, raising the young man's muscular legs.
He centered himself, leaning forward, a lubed condom already on his hard long cock.
The singer always came prepared.
He sank deep into Evan in one quick thrust, the young waiter gasping.
Louie smiled, leaning over, and engulfing the end of Harry's uncut cock, tasting his friend's so familiar cock.
Harry smiled, running his fingers through Louie's dark brown shaggy hair.
"Talented as ever, stud. You're both evenly matched in your sluttiness." Harry smiled, pulling out of Louie's throat, moving over towards Evan, Louie pounding the young man hard and deep.
Harry positioned himself over Evan's head, lowering his balls into his mouth, the hungry youth sucking on them in earnest.
"Go for my ass, slut. Eat out your own cum lodged in there." Harry said, Evan's mouth moving, burying itself in Harry's ass.
Louie smiled, leaning forward, Harry's long shaft disappearing in his throat.
Harry smiled, feeling his total ownership of these two.
Evan smiled underneath the two men, the young man the happiest he'd ever been.
Timothée woke up, smiling when he felt the warmth laying against his chest, looking down on a head of black curls.
He wrapped his arm around Kolby, feeling the young man murmur in his sleep.
He smiled, looking towards the window, seeing the cloudiness of the early morning peeking in through the blinds.
He lay still, his mind on all that had happened yesterday, ending with new passion last night.
I love you, Kobe.
Last night was just as unbelievable as any day we've shared.
I can't imagine my life now without you in it.
I promise I_'ll return to you._
This won't be the end of our love.
His thoughts wandered to lunch yesterday and Harry's appearance.
_What do you want, Harry?_Leave us alone.
Our friendship is over.
You have no chance against our love.
He sighed, leaning down and kissing Kolby's head, the young man moving a little more, his head raising, their eyes meeting.
"Good morning, my love." Timothée smiled, Kolby smiling widely.
"Good morning, my Timbo. Your Kobe loves you." he said, their lips meeting.
"Sorry, morning breath. Must have been something I ate." Kolby smiled, seeing Timothée licking his lips.
The man smiled, his fingers running along Kolby's cheekbone.
"Tastes like ass de Chalamet." he grinned, Kolby blushing, then laughing.
"A tasty dessert." Kolby winked, his hand slipping downward, wrapping around Timothée's hardness.
"Goes well with creme de Chalamet." he grinned, Timothée laughing.
"You'll get fat on that." Timothée said, their lips meeting again, Kolby continuing to softly stroke Timothée's erection.
"Don't worry, you can run it off of me." he smiled, the young man lowering his head, disappearing under the duvet cover, Timothée gasping as a warm mouth wrapped around his cock.
Timothée became lost in Kolby's talented fellatio, the young man devouring him for over five minutes, Timothée feeling his fingers on his balls, then slipping under them and rubbing his center, one hand latching onto his right nipple.
Timothée gasped, his orgasm letting go, Kolby drinking it all in.
Slowly his head came up, the young man licking his lips.
"Mm, dessert before brekkie. Best start to the day!" he grinned, Timothée smiling, still panting.
Kolby returned to his side, their lips meeting again, both savoring Timothée's taste.
"Mine tastes different from yours. Saltier, and thicker." he said, Kolby smiling at him.
"Every man has a different taste. It all depends on their diet, age, and testosterone levels." Kolby smiled, Timothée smiling back at him.
"You know everything, my little hot bookworm." he smiled, Kolby smirking.
"Well, you do love my hot little worm." he laughed, Timothée finding his armpits, the young man laughing wildly.
"That worm is in no way little, and I love it indeed." he said, their lips meeting again.
They both heard a knock at the door, Kolby smiling when Timothée broke the kiss, the man smiling and climbing out of bed, putting on his robe, Kolby covering himself with the duvet cover more.
Timothée opened the bedroom door, Nancy standing in the hallway.
"Time to rise and shine, sleepyheads. It's almost eight-thirty. Breakfast is nearly ready." she smiled.
"Oh sorry, Momma Bear. Didn't realize we slept in." he smiled, Nancy kissing his cheek.
"Love and its showing can tire anyone out." she chuckled, Timothée blushing.
"We'll both be out soon, Momma Bear. Going to take showers first!" Kolby yelled from the bed, Nancy smirking.
"Timothée doesn't have to make that a reality yet. And make sure you save water!" she laughed, walking back down the hallway.
Timothée smiled, closing the door.
"How did she know I was up?" Timothée smiled, opening his robe, Kolby smiling, seeing his shaft hard again.
Kolby smiled, already having attached his leg, climbing off the bed, Timothée smiling, seeing the young man walk towards him naked, his center fully erect.
Timothée smiled, picking up his robe from the back of the door, Kolby in his arms, their lips meeting.
They broke the kiss, Kolby smiling.
"I'll take care of big Kolby in the shower." he smiled, Kolby grinning.
"Sweet! Wet fun!"
The two laughed, Timothée closing his robe, Kolby's already tied, the two heading for the bathroom.
End of Chapter 12
A little shorter, but still love filled.
Seem's Harry's brewing up something with Evan.
Giving him some bonuses for his help with Kolby.
Timothée and Kolby are falling deeper into love.
What will happen when Timothée leaves and the two are separated?
Will distance pull them apart?
Up next, the final day of their long weekend of love.
Hugs, Angel.
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