Dick took a deep breath a bit upset at Tim’s face. ‘Come on dick don’t screw this up…. you wanted him for way to long. he’s your everything…" he thought to himself as he started to make Tim his breakfast, calmly.
He opened the window for the freshing wind. The bed was used, the sheet were creasy and stained, remaining their night together and Tim remembered, tiny memories flashed back, the taste of Dick’s skin, the curve of his ribs, the touch of his hair on his neck, the kisses on his neck, whisperes, words - I love you -, the smell of come, soft kisses and Tim gulped and blushed. He collapsed on the bed and he curled up in a ball, wrapped in that stupid bathrobe - maybe Dick was just afraid he will catch a cold -, and waited for the man.
About thirty minutes later Dick returned with two plates of food. "Breakfast is ready." he said sitting on the side of the bed with a warm smile. He waited till Tim sat up before placing his plate on his lap then placed his own plate on the bed. "What would you like to drink? OJ, milk, juice?" he listed things off.
