#tan fic

[bartbarthelme]

Update: You’re like a vine that keeps climbing higher.

Timmy pulls his keys out as they approach the front entrance. Unlocks the door and says, “Don’t be mean, Armie,” even though he wants Armie to keep going, to keep pushing.

He hurries inside and is three steps up the staircase when Armie grabs him from behind, tucks his hands into Timmy’s waistband again. Presses his lips to Timmy’s ear and whispers, “I’m not being mean, Timmy. I’m being honest. And, if you want me to stop, I will. If you want us to stop, last night will be a fluke and we won’t ever do that again, okay?”

Timmy blinks at the cinder block in front of him and asks, “And what if I don’t want you to stop?”

Chapter One. | Chapter Two.

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six 5/24/20

He showers quickly, debates jerking off. Decides against it because if Armie were to wonder what was taking Timmy so long, he doesn't think he would be polite about it. Would probably knock on the stall door and let the words, ‘Starting without us?’ echo across the bathroom. 

(Oh, fuck, but what if he went a step further. What if he said, ‘Did I tell you you were allowed to do that?’ Worse, what if he waited until other people were in the bathroom, if he waited until other people could hear and said, ‘Need a hand, Tim?’ God, would he call him Tim or would he stick with Timmy?

After the harsh glare back in the dorm, Timmy is pretty sure he knows the answer to that.)

Did I already share this? My memory is going.

[eliooliver83]

Hello, Niki.

You’ve been on my mind lately.