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They were each other"s safe haven. They were the one the other could always turn to when something wasn"t right, when something felt too demanding. And it had started way before that summer and the fact they were now much more than they expected to be. It had started back in Crema, probably one late night at Timothée"s apartment where Armie, sitting on the floor by the young man told him everything about his conservative parents. About how for years he felt like he had to carry the weight of his namesake on his shoulders. About how he was bullied and how his parents didn"t really like the fact he wanted to pursue an acting career.
All those things Armie didn"t really tell people, he told Timothée within days. Around him, even back then, Armie did not feel the need to be the always cool, collected, and wannabe bad boy that Hollywood expected him to be. Around Timothée he could always be himself and he wouldn"t be judged, he wouldn"t be dragged down.
To Timothée though Armie had always been the kind of man he could always look up to. They had experienced very different things in life. They had very different parents, who raised them in very different ways and although that could mean they ended up having nothing in common, Timothée thought it was quite the opposite. In Armie, Timothée had someone who could have choosen a way more comfortable life of stability, instead of wandering around after roles. He could have let the privilege he knew he had get the best of him, but he never did. Armie knew he was privileged, but he never expected anything from anyone. He wanted to make a name for himself and by doing so the man had gone through ups and down.
That all alone was one of the reasons Timothée saw so highly of him. Armie was still fun, caring and he still loved what he did, despite all the negative press he got since he started in the business. He was wise too, way more than he would like to admit and Timothée thanked every single day that he got to do this, to see his life change completely, with Armie on his side.
But if they felt like their relationship was a safe place for them before, to be honest, after that weekend alone, it felt like they didn"t even need words. Their eyes said everything. They knew everything there was to know just by the way they moved, laughed, talked. They were almost like one single person.
"You"re gonna squeeze me to death". Armie joked as he felt Timothée"s arms wrap tightly around him. Their naked bodies tangled as the young man listened to Armie"s heart beat.
"Here lies Armie Hammer, squeezed to death". They both laughed. They were all alone, they felt like they could be and do whatever they wanted. They were relaxed in a way they hadn"t been before.
"That would be a good death". Timothée chuckled at Armie"s words, but turned silent soon after. Armie arched an eyebrow, suddenly worried about his lover; "what is going on", he asked as Timothée sighed.
"I hate to ruin a perfect night, but I need to ask you something"
"You can ask me anything, Timmy"
"I"m not asking for more than you"re giving me already, I"m not really, but I just wonder exactly how things will go on after I go back home, once our summer is over"
"I don"t know". It took Armie longer than he expected to answer that. A whole minute of silence took place as he pondered about what the young man was saying. "I"m sorry, I know this is not what you wanted to hear, but I can"t lie to you and tell you I know how things are gonna go. I can"t say everything will be alright once we are in different sides of the country or even different countries. I know there are other people involved in this whole thing and that the situation might not be ideal, but what I do know, what I know for sure is that I want you just as much as you want me and I won"t just turn my back on you because summer is over"
"That was a good answer". Said Timothée. He smiled as Armie rolled them over. His fingers traced Armie"s arms as he felt the older man"s hand craddle his face softly. The kissed quickly.
"We still have a little over a week together, I say we make the best out of it"
"I agree"
"Good, that"s good"
Armie smiled. He leaned down, his lips finding Timothée"s once again. This time it lasted longer, it was more sensual, more romantic. It felt like two people who are aware of their perhaps limited time and wanted to make the best out of it.
It was a surpringly cold night in comparison to the rest of the summer. It was past one and Timothée found himself all alone in the kitchen. His days at the Hammer household were coming to an end and although him and Armie couldn"t have been better, there was always a sense of closure in the air.
"Did you make all that noise cuz you wanted me to know you were up, or you"re just that fucking clumsy". Timothée was startled by the voice. Armie laughed at his little jump of surprise, "guess you"re just clumsy", said the older man as he made his way over to Timothée.
They wrapped their arms around one another. Armie"s lips quickly finding their place on Timothée"s neck. He licked, kissed and sucked on it, smirking as Timothée moaned. They had remained away from one another the entire day; stealing quick glances, smiling, sending dirty looks that nearly made the other one"s knees give in, but never touched.
To finally have Armie so close to him, felt so good, Timothée could barely contain himself. His hands went inside the older man"s shirt, rubbing his back. He wanted to feel all of him, he wanted them to became one. "I missed you", he whispered on Armie"s ear and the man understood exactly what he meant.
When Armie"s hands found Timothée"s ass, he squeezed it slightly, before lifting him up and sitting him down on the counter. He got in between his legs, his lips now leaving his neck and finding the one spot they belonged to. Timothée"s lips. He pulled on the young man"s bottom lip and let his hand tug on his cock though his pajama shorts.
Timothée moaned. His hands sliding inside Armie"s shorts and to his ass. He pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around Armie"s hips. He could already feel the older man"s hard cock pressed against his tight. He could feel Armie"s skillful hand stroking him. This was what Timothée had been thinking of for the entire day, this is what he had craved for the entire day.
He attacked Armie"s lips. Their kiss rough, messy, desperate. It felt like they hadn"t seen one another in years. Armie"s hand suddenly changed its rhythm and Timothée clenched his fingers on the older man"s ass cheeks. This was heaven on earth.
"I need you so bad". Armie whispered, before he removed the youger"s shirt. His hands now palming his chest, feeling every inch of skin. His lips followed suit, leaving marks all over Timothée as he lowered himself a little. His fingers hooked on Timothée"s shorts and pulled it down swiftly.
"Take me". Said Timothée through clenched teeth as he watched Armie swallow him whole. He arched his back; biting down on his hand to suppress a loud moan from leaving his lips. His breathing was suddenly shaky, he could feel his heart pouding on his chest.
Armie looked at him the entire time. He loved to see the faces Timothée made as he sucked hard on the young man"s cock. Their eyes suddenly met and it was a sight Armie would always keep engraved on his brain. It said everything it needed to be said.
He let his hands travel to Timothée"s stomach and pushed him down. He was practically lying on the counter now. Timothée took deep breaths as he let Armie raise his legs up and with that gain access to his anus.
When his tongue entered him, Timothée had to control every single nerve of his body. He didn"t wanna cum too soon and he definitely couldn"t moan loud. All the restriction should make him wonder if they should be doing that, but in all fairness it only aroused him more.
He knotted his fingers on Armie"s hair. Taking charge of the man"s rhythm just as he felt his legs tremble. "Fuck Armie is so good", he practically whispered. Armie seemed to like the praise, cuz Timothée nearly came as the older man ravished him completely. His tongue not missing one single spot inside of him. How he turned out to be that skilled, was a mystery to Timothée.
When Armie pulled away, he quickly pulled Timothée out of the counter. They kissed roughly; Timothée"s hand rubbing Armie"s cock slowly. "Fuck me, Armie", he whispered through pressed lips as Armie smirked.
"That"s what I plan on doing". Armie responded. There was a wicked look on his eyes and Timothée shook from head to toe. He pushed the older man"s shorts down, freeing his cock and pressed their bodies closer. His fingers swiftly found Armie"s blonde hair and pulled hard on it, knowing that drove him crazy.
"Ravish me. Do to me whatever you want". He whispered as Armie moaned. He turned Timothée around and bended him over the counter, his fingers inside of him in no time. They remained like that for a few seconds, Timothée"s low moans echoing throughout the kitchen.
Armie kissed and bit on his back, leaving marks everywhere. When he figured there would be no more resistance from Timothée"s body, he removed his fingers and slid his cock inside the younger man. They both had to bit down hard on their lips to keep from screaming. Timothée was sweating already, his body giving in completely to Armie, who was ready to make this night one they would never forget. His hips moved fast and rough, his chest was pressed against Timothée"s back, his lips whispering obscenities on the young man"s ear as his hands slid down his arms and over to Timothée"s hands that were flattened on the counter. Their fingers met and intertwined. They were one.
Their days were numbered now. Summer was nearly over, in no time Timothée would have to get back to New York. Armie and Timothée knew that and made the most of each second they had together; whenever he could, Armie would sneak inside Timothée"s bedroom, steal kisses in the hallways and by the pool. He was having a hard time keeping himself away from the younger man.
Timothée knew they were risking being caught. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn"t stay away, he couldn"t simply tell Armie to leave and forget him, cuz Timothée knew now that neither one of them was actually capable of that.
"Packing already". Asked Armie. Timothée turned around, smiling over at the older man as he stood by the threshold. He shook his head and closed the suitcase, nodding Armie in.
"Just some things I won"t be needing anymore". He explained as Armie closed the door and made his way over to the bed. He kneeled down on the floor in front of Timothée, his hands resting on the younger"s knees. "It sadness me to see you so close to leaving", Armie"s voice was low, barely a whisper and Timothée smiled.
"I feel the same and you know it". Timothée replied, his finger tracing Armie"s lips. The older man sucked on his fingers, which made Timothée smirk. He leaned down, kissing Armie hard on the lips.
Armie raised himself, their lips still attached and lied Timothée down on the bed. He hovered on top of him, holding onto his waist as they leaned their foreheads together. They had smiles on their faces, but their eyes were slightly sad. It was all so bittersweet.
"I"ll miss you so much"
"Me too, you have no idea"
Their noses brushed together. Armie"s thumb tracing Timothée"s neck and jaw. The idea of not seeing that face every single day ached Armie. And he knew Timothée felt the exact same thing.
"I lo...". Timothée stopped himself before he could finish that sentence. He knew it was true, he knew it was plastered on his face, yet saying out loud felt scary.
"Say it". Whispered Armie, before placing a soft kiss on the younger man"s lips. He lied down on the bed, wrapping his arms around Timothée and pulled his body close. "You can say it", he repeated with a smile as Timothée swallowed hard. Could he actually do it?
"I...I love you"
Armie smiled wide. His hands craddled Timothée"s face, his thumbs tracing those red lips he would crave so much in a matter of days. Armie leaned closer, kissing Timothée passionately. He wished he could stay like that forever.
"And I love you"
The sun was beaming hard. It was too hot to do anything. There was a thin layer of sweat covering their glistening, hot bodies as they were sprawled side by side on the chairs by the pool. Timothée and Armie had their shades on as they remained there for most of the day.
The day they had feared for had arrived. By that time the next day, Timothée would be landing in New York. They would be separated for at least a couple of weeks and neither one of them really knew what to think of this. There was no more movie for them to use as an excuse to see one another. No more award shows for them to walk down the red carpet side by side. Nothing. It was all up to them and time. And what life had in store for them was a mystery.
"I like this"
"What exactly?"
"Us...even though this is our last day together"
"For now"
"Huh?"
"This is our last day together for now". Armie whispered as Timothée smiled. The looked at one another. Their shades covered their eyes, but they could still read everything in them. They both smiled. They were happy despite what was about to come.
They were together. Whether physically or not, their hearts remained -and belonged- with one another. They fixed themselves on the chairs again, smirks on their lips. They both looked around the pool area, they were alone and soon their little finger found each other and intertwined. It was cheesy, they both knew and chuckled at that, but it was what they had for that moment. And if they had learned something that summer was that every single moment should be cherished and celebrated. And if locking their little finger together was all they got, that"s exactly what they would do.