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We waited, sitting in the shade, I was stroking Timmy’s curls, he was stroking the fucking roadrunner. If birds could purr, he would.
The sirens in the distance announced the arrival of the men (and women) in blue. I really hoped that the gruesome duo were not part of the group.
They were not, but there was worse.
“Inspector Mescudi!” Timmy’s smile was blinding.
Mescudi was his handsome self, and I regretted calling him.
“Chalamet, glad to see you are ok! I was worried when you left the hotel.”
He slapped my back, hard, and looked at the two prisoners.
“So, you got the murderers?” I nodded.
The minute Liz’s gag was taken off she started to rant.
“Damned twink! I deserved my chance to shine! I had to seduce that idiot for help, all for nothing! I deserve stardom and adoration….”
I could hear her still babbling as she was placed into the police car.
Nick was wailing “I loved her…. I did it for love…”
What a couple of fucking losers.
We gave our statements to the cops in the crummy station at Joshua Tree, I needed a shower and sleep.
As I left the interrogation room I saw Timmy talking to Mescudi; his face upturned and smiling, his body twisting nervously, his hand pushing back his curls.
I sighed, I really could not deal with this, jealousy is something I do not do well.
I wanted to punch the inspector in the face, grab Timmy over my shoulder and run off.
If I had learned anything living with my mother, it was that people are not objects, you do not own them or force them to think like you.
As I passed them I just nodded in their direction and stepped out onto the street.
I was tired, it had been a long day, I hurt all over and was covered in dust.
I walked back to the motel.
Walter handed me a key without saying anything, I must have looked a mess.
The warm shower washed away the pain and dust, but the hollow feeling in my gut remained.
You cannot trap a free spirit, I could not keep Timmy for myself, he was destined for much more than a washed up private eye.
I lay on the bed with the towel around my waist hoping for a dreamless sleep.
I knew that there was more than lust on my part; Timmy was desirable but also clever, strong, needy, untidy, ambitious… Heck, he was everything and I was in love.
Just saying the word to myself was hard.
Love.
Did I know the meaning? I had loved my parents when I was a child, but then learned better.
I had loved many people, animals and things, but I lost them all.
I could not risk being hurt again, I felt too old to survive the pain.
I did not hear the door open, I must have been slowly drifting off.
I felt a weight next to me, as I reached to grab my gun Timmy’s soft voice stopped me.
“Arms, why did you leave without me?”
He sounded hurt.
I turned my head away, emotions were always something I avoided, they hurt.
“You seemed to be in good company and did not need me. I mean, my role is over Chalamet, the danger has gone…”
I tried to shrug, but it was a pathetic attempt. As pathetic as I felt.
Timmy looked at me with real hurt in his eyes.
“You are just going to go? Leave me behind?”
His hand hovered above my chest, but he closed it into a fist and dropped it onto the bed.
I sat up; it was difficult.
“Tim, you don’t need a washed up private eye, you will be a large star. Everyone adores you….”
God, I couldn't keep tears at bay.
“Not everyone Armie, they just tried to kill me today… and you saved me!”
I looked down and mumbled “Actually it was the stupid bird that saved you…”
He grabbed my chin and pushed up my face, his close to mine.
“You love me Hammer!”
No question, a blunt statement that I could not deny.
I tried nodding, but his grasp was firm and I could not move my head. The kid was slight but had muscles somewhere.
The silence stretched into infinity; I could hear noises outside, but very faint. The world was still rotating around the sun, but in the room everything was still.
I felt his grasp slowly weaken. “Timmy I do love you, and it terrifies me. I cannot be possessive and jealous of you, you are such a flirt, so perfectly perfect, so beautiful. You deserve better…”
He moved quickly and straddled me.
“Have you wondered what I want Hammer? What I feel?”
“Yes… No, I don’t know…”
I was a mess; that’s why I don’t fall in love.
Timmy placed his hand on my chest; it was cold.
“Armie, I want, or wanted, many things. Fame, adoration and success. I can have it all, it is within reach. I have the talent for it. But…”
He spread his fingers and his index finger slowly circled my left nipple.
Little shit, I could feel myself getting harder under the towel.
“But what is the point of having it all by myself? Sleeping alone or with random hook ups? Travelling and seeing things without sharing?”
He slowly shuffled up, reaching the top of my thighs.
I grabbed his hand.
“Tim, the sex is mindblowing, but I cannot, because I am… I am…”
“Say it Armie!”
His voice was sweet, but there was a slight sliver of steel.
I kept quiet.
He sighed, freed his hand and pushed me back down onto the bed.
“Ok, if it makes it easier you big drama queen, I will say it. I love you meathead!!
I saw his perfect lips move, I think I heard sounds, but the words did not make sense.
How could this absolute perfect human love me?
I shook my head, puzzled at what was happening.
Timmy leaned down and his lips were close to mine, his warm breath and dust of the desert filling my nostrils.
“I thought you would have better taste Chalamet” I muttered.
He giggled, his delight bubbling, his eyes catlike. “Terrible taste Hammer, I mean loving a giant blonde blue eyed handsome man who has saved my life many times…”
I kissed him lightly on the lips, he opened his mouth for more, but I moved away.
“I love you Timmy, but it frightens me. I am lying, it terrifies me!”
He flopped onto me and hugged me.
“Say it, say it again Armie…”
I rubbed his back.
“It terrifies me…” I grinned.
“Idiot!” He mumbled against my ear.
“I love you honeybadger… my little deadly French honeybadger…”
As I whispered it he shook his curls and sand fell into my eyes.
I knew romance wasn't for me!
I sat up and turned, holding Timmy.
He yelped in surprise, but I ignored him and stood up.
“Shower! I am not getting desert sand in the clean bed!”
As I walked towards the bathroom he held onto me like a small monkey, all arms and legs.
“Will you wash my back?” he asked.
“I might…”
“Only my back?” His tone was getting very low, as my cock was getting very high.
As I turned on the water his clothes disappeared; it was magic, one minute he was dressed, the next he was nude as the day he was born.
He also managed to make the towel round my waist fall off.
The talent of this kid.
As the warm water poured over him i carefully rubbed his pale body clean; the long muscles, the pink nipples, the moles I loved to trace patterns with… in these few weeks I had learned his body by heart, my hands knew where he loved to be touched, his moans were a language my body understood.
The water turned the colour of desert sand and washed away tiredness, fear and hurt. I carefully touched his bruised cheek, I felt my anger grow but feeling his lithe body against mine it subsided. I could have lost so much.
I took his slim but long and pink cock into my hand and slowly started to press. “We need to clean all of you” I smirked. He moaned.
As I stroked him, feeling him getting harder, I knew I was going to come just by making him come. Hearing him, feeling him and just occupying the same space was enough for me.
As he shuddered and almost collapsed I felt the same, mirroring him.
“Armie, fuck, I needed this!” He kissed my chin, taking a small nibble.
“I love you, you French disaster…” I muttered into the top of his head.
“Same, you big blond idiot”.
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Budapest is a strange city, actually, it is two cities divided by a river. The coffee and cakes are exceptional and I liked sitting at a cafe watching the world walk by.
While Timmy was fighting giant sandworms in the studio, I was enjoying the sun.
Luca had taken over Timmy’s career, he had been nominated for an oscar for fucking a peach, he had had his curls cut off (but he suited a pudding bowl look; let’s face it, he would suit anything) and been a king.
Having Luca as his agent made life easy for Timmy, I mean, who would say no to Luca Guadagnino? He had paid the taxes and handed over the reins of his crime empire to Fred.
I noticed two teenage girls staring at me; I smiled as I heard them whisper excitedly “That’s Timmy’s bodyguard! I wonder if he is around?”
Yup, Armie Hammer is now the bodyguard of the internet's boyfriend, the most exciting young actor of his generation.
He won an oscar nomination for fucking a peach and now he rides giant worms (not as well as he rides my giant worm, haha), he dates nepo kids and bored looking models.
Am I jealous? Naa, he is my little shit, true to himself only with me.
As I finished my coffee and was getting ready to go my phone pinged. A google notification. A Timmy google notification. OK, I keep an eye on news about him, so?
“Timothee Chalamet’s hair is alive” Dune director said. “There was no other Paul than him for me!”
Christ, another Timmy victim; any older guy just falls for him, a real honeybadger. As I was putting my phone in my pocket it rang.
“Armieeee… I am back at the hotel, where are you???”
A dishevelled mop of curls filled my screen. I quickly placed my earbuds and turned away from giggling girls.
“You are back early, I thought you finished later today, sir.”
“Sir? I like it Hammer, I guess you are out in public?”
A very sly smile crossed those luscious pink lips.
I gulped. “Indeed I am…” I muttered.
“I wonder if I can make you come in public just on facetime?”
“That is not a good idea Mr Chalamet…”
I started walking extremely fast.
He put his index into his mouth, his eyes hooded and darkened.
“I dislike you not being in the room when I get back… I feel lonely and… Horny!”
“Makes no difference if I am there or not, you are always… erm, in need.”
I was sweating, not sure if from running or the little shit.
“I need the Hammer worm, I can ride it well and it obeys me…” He moved the phone camera to his chest, pink nipples erect, and slowly down to the tuft of dark hairs and his pink cock.
My own cock twitched, and I turned off the conversation.
I was in front of the hotel, ran up the steps, pushing away fans, and got to the lift.
I was going to spank him… but of course, that was his intention all along.
He was trouble, but that’s why I loved him.