Timothée's Promise Chapter 7
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 7
Timothée was lost, his lips attached to heaven.
Kolby's lips were unlike any he'd ever tasted, so firm, masculine, tender and moist.
They parted a bit, Timothée's parting as well.
He felt soft breath blowing into his mouth, the scent and taste of Kolby filling his mind.
The two continued to kiss, both feeling the heat of the man against them, Timothée half on top of Kolby.
Timothée reluctantly pulled back, his lips separating from Kolby's, both their eyes opening at the same time.
He saw a stunned look on Kolby's face, Timothée moving back, rising to his feet, Kolby staring at him.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Kolby! I don't know why I did that!" he softly said, his eyes lowering, Kolby seeing emotion fill his face.
Kolby moved across the bed, rising to his feet in front of Timothée, the young actor standing in front of the window.
"What...what was that, Timbo?" he softly said, his heart holding onto a deep hope.
His head raised, Kolby staring into two terrified eyes.
"I...I don't know! I've never done that before; with a guy, I mean." he softly said, Kolby seeing a tear falling down his friend's cheek.
Kolby had had enough.
He moved forward slowly, wrapping his arms gently around Timothée's smooth body, hugging him.
"It's okay, Timbo. I totally understand." he said, calmly stroking his back, Timothée slowly calming down, Kolby gently guiding him to the bed, both men slowly sitting down on its edge.
"It's okay, Timothée. Never be ashamed when expressing emotions. I'm sorry if in any way I led you to this choice. It was never my intention to make you want to do that. Yes, I'm enamored of you, in so many ways. Your looks, your talent, your own wonderful self. I never meant to make you confused. Especially about someone like me. I'm worth nothing against you."
Timothée stared at Kolby, his eyes lowered a bit, seeing the genuine honesty shining on his face.
He softly smiled, Kolby looking at him, seeing him smile.
"You didn't confuse me, Kobe. And you're not nothing. I've been having feelings for you from the first moment you looked into my eyes."
Kolby softly blushed, Timothée smiling, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"I'm just confused with myself. I've never had these feelings before. For a guy, I mean. But I think I'm glad I'm having them with you. You're so beautiful, kind, decent and giving. You didn't judge me from the moment you met me. You sincerely wanted to make me feel comfortable, bringing me that big glass of iced tea. Then later forgiving me for what I thought was my own fault for not stopping Harry."
"That wasn't your fault." Kolby said, Timothée's finger going to his lips, the lips he'd just kissed.
Kolby remained silent, sensing Timothée wanted to just talk.
He stared out the windows, Kolby letting him go at his own pace.
"I...I really like you, Kolby. The way you talk to me, the way you bring things out in me. The way you smile at me. I've never imagined I'd be attracted to another guy. Many have come onto me, I politely ignored them, or quickly shut them down, never seeing anything in them I needed, or wanted. Not until I met you."
"You're just in an emotional time with Kylie. You'll find another girl that you'll like more." Kolby lowering his eyes now, Timothée putting his arm around the young man, their eyes meeting when Kolby raised his head at Timothée's movement.
"I don't want another girl right now. I want to see what happens with me and you." he said, Kolby smiling softly.
"Really?" he said, Timothée nodding, taking a deep breath.
"I don't know how far I want to go, or how far I can go, in regard to sex and everything." he said, Kolby nodding his head.
"It's okay, Timbo. I wasn't expecting that right now, or ever." Kolby said, Timothée smiling again, feeling Kolby's honesty.
"Thanks, Kobe. I think it's going to be hard not wanting to explore that part of this. You're an unbelievably beautiful man. Being beside you excites me so much. You've seen the hard effect we have on each other. Why do you think I just kissed you?" he said, Kolby blushing again.
"I'm nothing compared to you. I'm...I'm so damaged." he softly said, staring down at his metal leg.
Timothée joined his hand with Kolby's left hand, seeing the stump there, moving the hand to his lips, kissing the missing digit.
Kolby stared at him with soft surprise.
"You are so beautiful, Kolby. All of you. You are in no way damaged to me." he smiled, Kolby smiling back.
"You're an amazing guy, Timbo. And one hell of a kisser." he smiled, Timothée grinning.
"You're a goddamn fine kisser too, stud."
Kolby laughed, the two feeling their own warmth against each other.
"Just let me take it slow, Kobe. Let's explore where this goes. I can't promise anything. Just let me decide what I want, please." he said, Kolby nodding, seeing the soft confusion still there.
"Always, Timbo. You mean that much to me already. I'll accept anything you want to do or give to me. From friendship to maybe more. I genuinely like being with you. And once you have enjoyed all of me, you'll be hooked."
Timothée smiled, then laughed, the two smiling at each other.
Timothée leaned in, their lips meeting softly this time, a tender kiss of new emotion.
The two parted, Timothée smiling.
"Damn fine."
Kolby laughed, both staring at each other's exposed nakedness, tents showing again.
"Well, we should get out of bed, or we'll take this too far too quickly. I'd be all over you, stud, if you let me." Kolby smiled, standing up, Timothée standing as well.
"Getting turned on, are we?" he grinned, Kolby scanning his toned body.
"Big time."
Timothée grinned, striking a pose.
Kolby laughed, slapping his brief covered ass.
"You can go shower first. I'll start breakfast."
Timothée nodded, Kolby beginning to move.
Timothée stopped him, hugging him tightly, Kolby smiling hugging him just as tight.
"Thank you for letting me go at my own pace." he softly said, Kolby kissing his shoulder.
"I'll walk with you on any path you want to walk. Our friendship will always last." he said, Timothée smiling, letting him go, taking his hand in his.
"Want to save water and shower together?" he smiled, a soft look of flirting showing on his smiling face.
"Wow, what a horn dog! I'm going to talk to Nancy and see if she has any drugs to calm your libido." Kolby smirked, Timothée laughing, slapping his ass now.
"Keep standing around in those briefs and I won't be able to stop that libido, sexy."
Kolby laughed, kissing Timothée's cheek.
"Later, stud!" he smiled, Kolby putting on his robe which hung on the back of the bedroom door, walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Timothée smiled after him, his thoughts on what had just happened.
I kissed him!
I actually did it!
_It was so amazing!__He'_s so amazing!
That was nothing like what happened with Harry.
_It was so different, so tender._He's so genuine in showing his feelings for me.
Timothée smiled widely, walking over to his suitcases, placing them on the bed, opening them.
I'm going to wear something nice.
Something to wow him!
And I_'m going to make the bed._
_Our bed._He smiled widely, searching through the suitcases, finding the perfect outfit, pulling out his own robe as well.
Twenty minutes later Timothée walked into the kitchen, Kolby standing at the stove, turning and looking at him.
His green eyes followed every inch of Timothée's toned body.
Timothée wore a black V-neck cashmere sweater, its fabric hugging every toned inch of his chest.
Soft gray skintight chinos hugged his bubble butt and thin legs.
Kolby smiled widely, taking it all in.
"Ladies and gentlemen, GQ's man of the year!" he grinned, Timothée beaming, spinning around to show off the full effect.
"You like, Kobe?" he smiled, Kolby loving his intoxicating smile.
"Very much so. You're so cute. And that bubble butt shines in those tight chinos." he smiled, Timothée glowing, walking up to him, kissing his cheek.
"Thanks, cutie." he smiled, his arm going around his waist.
"You should cool it. I heard Nancy moving around her room. Go grab yourself some coffee." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding, releasing him, lightly slapping his own bubble butt, going to the coffee pot on the table and filling a mug.
He sat down at the table, Nancy walking into the room in her robe, smiling at the two.
"Morning, boys! You beat me to it, Kobe." she said, kissing his cheek, the young man smiling at him, putting the last of the bacon into a warming pan, placing it into the oven.
Nancy walked over to the table, leaning down and pecking Timothée's offered cheek, the young man smiling.
"I'll get you a coffee, Momma Bear." he smiled, pouring her a mugful, she smiled at him calling her that.
"My two boys treat me so nice." she said, sitting down at the table.
Timothée handed her the mug, she thanked him.
"Everything's warming, I just need to make the toast. I'll do that after I take a quick shower and get dressed." he smiled, still wearing his robe.
"I can do that while you clean up, Kobe. You are starting to smell." Timothée grinned, rising from his seat again.
Kolby folded his arms, glaring at him.
"I do not stink!" he said, Timothée wiggling his eyebrows, smiling at Nancy.
"You farted all night. I got no sleep from the noise."
Nancy laughed, Kolby smirking.
"To thine own self be true, toxic waste dump!" he smiled, Timothée smiling back, both then laughing.
"Touché!"
"I'll be right back." Kolby smiled, walking out of the room, Timothée's eyes following him.
Nancy's eyes watched him, a soft smile showing on her face.
Timothée headed for the toaster and the breadbox.
Fifteen minutes later Kolby walked into the room, Timothée's green pools taking in his chiseled form.
Kolby wore a button-down baby blue shirt opened at the throat, black corduroys fitting his slim legs.
"Wow, right out of a 60s fashion magazine." he smiled, Kolby blushing.
"They're old and they're comfortable." he smiled, Timothée nodding.
"I didn't say they didn't look amazing on you, Kobe." he said, Kolby beaming at the subtle compliment.
"I'll dish out breakfast." he smiled, Timothée pointing to the oven.
"The toast is warming in there as well."
"Thanks, Timbo." he said, Timothée blushing at Kolby using that name in front of Nancy, she quietly browsed through her phone, not looking at them.
Kolby blushed, realizing he's called him that special name, Timothée squelching his embarrassment.
"Kolby has picked out a new nickname for me. It's Timbo. He's so sweet." he smiled, Nancy raising her eyes, smiling at him.
"That's sweet. And I see you call Kolby his nickname Kobe. True friends to the core." she smiled, Timothée smiling, Kolby smiling as well.
"Timbo's as close as I could get to Dumbo, he's my special little elephant." he grinned, Nancy laughing, Timothée glaring at him.
"Are you calling me fat?" he said, Kolby smiling, pulling out plates from the oven.
"You are in no way fat, Timbo. Our lean, mean flying machine."
Timothée laughed, Kolby filling the table with breakfast fare.
The three sat down, Kolby refilling their coffee mugs before he sat down, all diving into the warm food.
Nancy smiled at both while they ate.
They finished the meal, Timothée rising and filling their coffee mugs again, all contented.
Nancy smiled at the two of them, joining her fingers together.
"So, boys. Going to fill me in on the newness sparkling in both your eyes?" she smiled, Kolby looking at her with guarded surprise, Timothée looking at her with guarded worry.
She smiled, patting Timothée's hand which lay on the table.
"Relax, my young friend. I can see in your eyes the fear. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. And I've never seen my boy so happy." she smiled, Kolby softly smiling.
"How... how did you...?" Timothée softly said, Nancy smiling.
"I've been watching you since you walked into this place yesterday. I saw the dawning interest in your green eyes every time you glanced at Kolby. And I've watched Kolby as well. A mother knows when her boy's interested in someone. But you show it more. Your gaze never leaves him."
Timothée blushed, his eyes meeting Kolby's green pools.
"I...I don't know what to say." he softly said, Nancy leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"You don't have to say anything, Timothée. I sense this is all new to you. Your first-time interest in another man. Kylie shows your interest in girls as well. Let's just say it's really none of my business. Other than my wanting Kolby to find happiness. If it's with you, then I'm totally fine with that. I just want to ask you to always treat him kindly. I don't like to see my boy hurting." she said, Kolby smiling softly at her.
"I promise I'll never hurt him. He means too much to me to do that. And as for Kylie, she and I haven't really been together in months. It's mostly for publicity. She's nice, but only interested in fame. I can't lie to her anymore. I'm going to end that weird relationship very shortly. And I want to focus now on what Kolby means to me. He's entered my heart quickly these last few days. I want to explore my new feelings for him. It just feels so wonderful being with him." Timothée said, staring at the young man, Kolby softly blushing, Nancy smiling.
"And how does that make you feel, Kobe?" she said, Kolby looking towards her.
"It makes me feel like I can take on the world, with Timbo beside me." he said, Timothée beaming.
"You must understand, Nancy. Timothée can't let this get out. It would damage his career. I would never risk that happening. I'm fine with this all being secret. I trust him in what he wants to do." Kolby said, Timothée's hand going on top of his, Nancy smiling at his showing tenderness.
"You matter to me, Kolby. I know this isn't the perfect relationship you deserve. It must be so secretive. But please let me go at my own pace. This is all new to me. I promise you I'll never hurt you and I'll always be honest with you about my feelings."
Kolby nodded, Timothée leaning over and kissing his cheek, the young man smiling more.
"I already accepted your limits, Timbo."
Nancy smiled, seeing the smile on Timothée's face, she looked at her friend, then sighed.
"I see Timothée wants to be totally honest with you, Kobe. He's questioning his own sexuality, walking a new path." she said, Timothée smiling at her.
She took Kolby's hand in hers, staring into his green pools.
"I think you should be totally honest with him as well. He needs to know all about your life. Even that part that you're terrified of telling him." she said, Kolby moving back, Timothée seeing a deep look of fear and concern wash over his face.
"That's...that's not important right now. He...he doesn't need to know that." he stuttered, moving further back.
"Kolby, I see a lot of goodness in Timothée's heart. He needs to know what hurts you, what makes you happy, the good and the bad." she said, Kolby rising to his feet.
"No. He needs to know only the me I am now. He doesn't have to know my past!" he said, the young man walking out of the room.
Nancy's eyes followed him, Timothée about to rise, she stopping him.
"He needs a moment, Timothée. Then you and I need to make him be totally honest to you and himself. He fears that he won't be good enough for you to care about him. Once he faces that truth then, perhaps, he can see the real him." she said, Timothée nodding.
`I don't care about his past, Nancy. I know something terrible happened to him. That won't change anything. And I already like the real him."
She smiled, patting his hand again.
"To see the real him, you need to know the old him. And what he's gone through. I've never met anyone so courageous and broken inside. It's time he healed. And I think he can do that with your friendship, and with what I see shining in your eyes." she smiled, rising to her feet.
"He's in the living room. Go sit with him. I'm going to quickly change. Try and keep him calm. I'll be in shortly." she said, walking out of the kitchen.
Timothée rose from his seat, the young man taking a deep breath, walking towards Kolby.
Timothée's green pools went to the large window in the living room, Kolby standing in front of it, looking out at the morning's sunshine.
"Looks like it's going to be another cool sunny day. Maybe we could go for a walk in the snow?" Timothée said, smiling towards him.
"I don't want to talk about my past, Tim. Let's please just drop it. You need to know only the me you see now. What happened then won't change anything." he said, Timothée walked up to him, his arm going around the young man's waist, feeling Kolby tense up a bit, then slowly relax.
"Life changes us in many ways, Kobe. One moment can have a profound effect on what we do after. A path can be changed, by happiness or hurt. My mom always said that the path we walk is littered with happiness and sorrow. The two sides of every soul. It's what we do after–the person we become because of those situations–that makes the path interesting. I think you are the most interesting person I've ever met. The only thing I care about is that you'll always be honest with me. And to do that you have to be honest with me about your past. And with yourself. I won't judge you on anything, I only want to help you. I'm beginning to care about you deeply." he said, Kolby turning his face to him, Timothée seeing tears in his eyes.
"You'll...you'll look at me differently. You'll see that I'm not the together guy you think I am. I'm on the edge of emotion, I can't let you see that side of me." he said, Timothée pulling him close, Kolby's head going to his chest.
Timothée saw Nancy walking into the room, she sat quietly down in the wing chair, Timothée kissing the top of Kolby's head.
"I would never look at you differently for any reason. I see the real you. The past is a part of that real you. It's formed you into the person you are now. The person I want to know. Please open your heart and yourself to me. I want to know all aspects of yourself. The good and the bad. Nothing will change who you are. Trust me on that." he said, Kolby raising his head, looking into his green pools.
He only saw calmness, friendship and honesty.
"You're starting to copy my skill at maneuvering a person's thoughts." he said, Timothée lightly chuckling.
"I'm learning from the master. Open yourself up to me, Kobe." he said, Nancy rising from her seat, walking up to the two.
"Timothée's right, Kolby. I know the real you. It's time he saw you for who you are, who you fought to become. He needs to know about your youth."
Kolby nodded, his eyes never leaving Timothée's calm beautiful face.
"Let's sit down, everyone. Kolby has a story to tell." she said, kissing his cheek.
Kolby nodded again, the three moving.
Nancy sat down on the sofa with Timothée, having guided him there.
She sensed Kolby needed a little space from him, his story rather dramatic.
She didn't want Timothée to overcome his emotions.
Kolby sat down in the wing chair, Timothée smiling softly at him.
Nancy nodded with a smile at the young man, Kolby taking a deep breath, opening his past to Timothée.
"When I was only twelve, I felt in my heart the trueness of my own self. That I was gay. That I never showed any interest in girls. It was the smiling faces of young boys my own age that I fell into fascination with. I sensed in my heart that I liked boys only. My father was very religious, a devout Catholic. My mother was more open, more tender-hearted. I loved her dearly, more so than my father, although I loved him, and respected him."
Kolby looked towards the window, the sunshine beaming into the room.
"When I was fourteen, I fell in love with music and dancing. I joined a dance group at school and the choir. I learned to play the piano and guitar. I lived for it. My mother knew it was my heart's desire, I sang for her often. She convinced my father to allow me to join the dance group and choir, and he finally gave in to my needs. It was at the dance sessions that I met Ryan Hargrave. He was a year older than me, and a vision of blond-haired beauty. We quickly became friends, then eventually lovers. We learned about sex together. He was my world, and I was his. We loved being always together. Spending time at each other's houses, sleepovers and study sessions. He was my first and only experience with gay sexuality. I gave everything to him, my heart, body and soul. We talked often of what we wanted out of life, how we wanted to be together, free of the hatred, the denial of our family's stance on our being gay. I decided that I couldn't live in secret, hiding my feelings for Ryan from my family. I wanted to be totally free." he said, Timothée lowering his eyes, Kolby sensing he was thinking of his own feelings regarding being secretive.
Kolby's hands went together, Timothée seeing him nervously fidgeting with them.
He stared at the stump on Kolby's left hand.
Nancy put her arm around Timothée, more so to hold him in place, than to provide support.
She knew what was coming.
"On my fifteenth birthday, we had dinner at home, just my mother, father and myself. There were only the three of us, I was an only child. After having my birthday cake, I told them I wanted to talk to them about something important. My mother stared at me quietly, my father seated at the end of the table, folding his hands. They both nodded, I stood up and faced both. I told them both that I was gay and that I was seeing a young man and that we were in love. That I wanted to be free to live my open life."
Timothée saw Kolby's hands fidgeting more.
"My father just stood up, walking out of the room, both of us hearing the front door slam. My mother looked at me, tears in her eyes, her hand going into mine. `Just give him time', she said, then walked out of the room. I sat in silence, alone within my family's heart." Kolby said, the young man rising, walking up to the window, staring outside.
Timothée looked at Nancy, she shook her head, Timothée remaining seated.
Kolby sighed, turning around, and looking at both.
Timothée saw a defeated look cross his young handsome face.
"They left me alone all evening. That night after I went to bed, and fell asleep, my father walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind him. In his hands he carried several items. While I slept, he tied my wrists to the bed frame, and then began slapping me across the face, waking me up. He'd stuffed a rolled-up pair of socks into my mouth before he began hitting me. And for over an hour he beat me all over my body with a leather belt and his hands."
Timothée looked stunned, unable to move, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, Nancy's arm tightening around him.
"That wasn't the end of the abuse, it was only the beginning. I saw so much hatred on his face, so much anger. He called me filthy names, degrading names. He said no son of his would be a lousy gay faggot. No son of his would be a musical queer. And he was going to see to it that I'd never dance again, never sing or play any musical instrument again. His son would be righteous, a God-fearing child of innocence. A devoted man of God. He asked me to my face if I'd sinned with that other vile boy. He took the socks out of my mouth, slapping me again. I cried that I had, that I was in love with another boy, that we'd had sex. He filled my mouth with the socks again, then slapped me harder after that, bruising my face all over."
Kolby's face was covered in tears, the young man lost in the past, wringing his hands more.
Timothée was lost in the pain he saw etching across Kolby's handsome face.
How could a man do that to his own son?
He was about to hear the even greater cruelty of that man.
And it would rock him to his soul.
And his love for this hurting young man would double.
"He picked up a machete, having brought it in with him. He stared at me, the hatred shining in his mad eyes."
`"You will never play another instrument. No music will fill your blasphemous mind."'
Kolby looked down at his hands, Timothée's eyes widening.
"He brought the machete down, severing this finger off my hand, the finger laying on the blanket, blood flowing. I felt so much pain, so much hurt. I screamed into the socks; the sound muffled."
Timothée's eyes were flowing with tears, not believing he'd do that to Kolby.
"He told me that I'd never dance again." Kolby said, his voice edged on a sob he was fighting to hold in.
"He brought the machete down on my left leg again, and again until it was a mauled mess, my screams muffled, the pain unbearable.
`"Shut up you whining faggot! I'll silence that vile voice!"' He said, picking up a jar he'd brought in with him.
He pulled the socks out of my mouth, my screams echoing off the walls, pouring the jar's contents down my throat, my voice cut off by the pain burning my throat."
Kolby slowly moved down to his knees, Timothée's eyes never leaving him.
"He'd poured bleach down my throat, almost choking me to death." he said, his eyes staring at Timothée.
"My mother rushed into the bedroom, having heard my screams, staring in horror at what was going on. She rushed to my father, trying to stop him as he raised the machete again, murder in his eyes as he stared at me. I think he was about to kill me."
Kolby stopped, his head lowering, total silence in the room.
After a few moments he raised it again, wiping his eyes.
"He...he turned, pushing my mother down onto my blood-soaked legs, raising the machete again. In his rage and psychotic frenzy, he began hacking her to death. She died trying to stop him from killing me. The screams had alerted neighbors, the police called, they broke into the apartment, rushing into the room. My father charged at them; the machete raised. They shot him several times. He died almost immediately. On my fifteenth birthday I lost my whole family. I lost my leg, my finger, my adult voice, and my soul. To hatred and ignorance." Kolby said, sobs finally rushing out of him, the man wrapping his arms around his knees, his head burying into his knees.
Timothée moved, as did Nancy, the two going to their knees, Timothée wrapping his arms gently around the young man, Kolby's head going to his chest, the man holding him tightly.
"Why did he do that?! Why did he try to destroy me?!" he sobbed, Timothée's eyes meeting Nancy's.
"We'll never know, Kobe. His soul was lost to madness." Nancy said, rubbing his back, she was showing tears as well, even though she knew the whole story.
She saw the emotion on Timothée's face, the tears and sorrow.
She also saw a lot of compassion, and perhaps hidden love.
Timothée wasn't going anywhere, he was staying there for Kolby.
She softly smiled, seeing Kolby wrapped in what he needed.
Friendship and love.
"I can't believe all you just told me, Kolby. But I believe in my soul that you never deserved any of it. Your father couldn't accept you as you were. His mistaken values denied him what he needed to see. That you were a courageous, kind, honest young man who just wanted to live the life you wanted, to be the person you wanted to be. I'm so sorry that he had to hatefully hurt you like that and take your family from you."
Kolby raised his eyes, staring into Timothée's green pools.
"All my father's family disowned me. My mother's family I never knew. I was so alone, so lost. It's taken me four years to bury that hurt within my soul." he said, lowering his tear-filled eyes for a few seconds, raising them again and staring into Timothée's green pools.
"You made me face all that again. Your friendship and my need for it made me tell you the truth. That I'm a forgotten, hurt, lonely person. I lost all my innocence, all my hopes and dreams. I never thought I'd ever feel that youthful hope again." he sobbed, Timothée holding him closer, kissing his forehead.
"You have hope, Kobe. The hope you see in my eyes, and in your own. I'm not going anywhere. I like the man I see before me. He's a courageous, loving young man. And I like him." he smiled, Kolby wiping his eyes again, Timothée smiling at him.
"Let's get up and sit on the sofa and just cuddle." he said, Kolby slowly nodded, Nancy and Timothée helping him to his feet, Timothée guiding him to the sofa, the two sitting down together, Kolby snuggling in Timothée's arms.
Nancy smiled, kissing each on the cheek.
`I'll get you both some iced tea." she smiled, Timothée's eyes meeting hers.
Timothée nodded, Nancy walking into the kitchen.
Kolby's head was resting on Timothée's chest, the man stroking his back.
"How about you lie down across the couch, laying your head in my lap." Timothée smiled, kissing his cheek.
Kolby nodded, moving and laying down, resting his head in Timothée's lap.
Timothée's fingers ran through his black curls, Kolby's face staring up at him.
"I'm sorry I had to tell you all of that. You've seen the monster that was my father, and the truth about my injuries. I'll understand if this changes things. I'm an emotional mess. I've done therapy to deal with most of it. I thought I'd put that behind me. Your being here made me realize I would have to eventually tell you. I couldn't lie to you. I'm so sorry." he said, tears showing on his cheeks again.
Timothée's fingers gently wiped them off, smiling down at him.
"Never be sorry for showing me your pain. It's part of being in a relationship. Taking the good with the bad. All I know is that from now on I'll try to make sure there's no pain in your future. My friendship will keep you safe." he smiled, Kolby softly smiling.
"We're in a relationship now, are we?" he said, wiping his wet cheeks, Timothée smiling, leaning down and kissing his lips softly.
"If you'd like that?"
Kolby smiled, nodding his head.
"I'd like that." he said, the young man sighing, closing his eyes.
Timothée's fingers went through his hair again, softly massaging his head, Kolby sighing again, a soft smile crossing his face.
Nancy walked into the room, smiling at Timothée, setting two glasses of iced tea down in front of him, Timothée thanking her with his eyes, she sat down with her own drink, quietly looking at the two.
Neither spoke, sensing Kolby was beginning to fall asleep, the young man exhausted from his outburst of truth.
They sat in silence, glancing at each other, Timothée handed his drink when he softly asked for it, the two quietly smiling.
End of Chapter 7
Kolby's past has been revealed.
His father had tried to murder him, hacking away at his limbs and burning his throat to destroy the young man.
And then he'd murdered his wife, the police shooting him dead.
Kolby has seen the honesty and compassion in Timothée's eyes, the young man not leaving his side.
Perhaps there was so much more lying there.
Timothée hasn't moved from Kolby's side.
Up next, some more past revealed, and more togetherness showing.
With a surprise coming.
Hugs, Angel.
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