Darren woke up early in the morning with a whack from downstairs. He got up quick, hastily put on his robes and went down. Mad and anxious for what had disturbed his soundless and pretty much peaceful sleep.
He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the familiar built of Tim who is, once again, moving in his kitchen as if it were his own. Darren was irked but he was taken aback with the sight. Tim only got on his trousers and was half-naked, confidently and highly showing off the tattoos on his neck that travels down to his shoulder to his spine. The ones on his neck were roses and it did a smooth transition to a dragon that started at his shoulder blades diagonally ink on his back.
Darren nearly literally and actually drooled on sight. He sported off those back muscles for Darren's perusal and the way that fitted trousers hugged his arse, he was officially the hottest man Darren had seen, well excluding himself because he knows he's one heck of a deal.
But enough with the enticing view, he glanced at the clock mounted on the wall and when saw it's already 10 in the morning, he crossed his arms.
"Didn't I tell you to leave early in the morning?" he meanly asked. Tim looked at him and displayed that lopsided grin that hinted calmness despite the tone Darren had in his question.
"I'm hungry as fuck and thought you'd appreciate some fine meal" he winked comfortably and it irritated Darren but merely arched an eyebrow.
"No and leave. I don't want you loitering around my fine house" he drawled but Tim only laughed as he turned around and stepped towards him. And once again, Darren was at lost for words and was left with leisure stroll of his eyes at the defined muscles in Tim's abdomen and those hard arms and that body, the view was overwhelming.
When Tim stopped just few steps in front of him, he turned serious.
"Let's eat. You slept so well, I'm hella famished" Darren glared at his demanding tone. How dare he? It's his house! He cannot be ordered for he is the one to demand!
"I need, want, wish, hope, desire, and order for you to leave after this" Darren tried on his authoritarian tone but was ignored.
"Speak when I'm talking to -
"Enough with the fuckin' fretting. Let's eat" Darren glared at the man. "Can you stop with that cursing?"
Tim chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuc -
"STOP!" Darren shouted, desperate to make him stop when his body did that shocking reaction to his cussing. Oh my! This isn't good. This isn't good Darren!
He proceeded to shut up and to block all those unnecessary and bad thoughts out of his mind, he tried his hardest especially when the cause of those thoughts is just sitting in front of him, unashamed of being half naked in someone else's place.
But...
Okay. He admits it to himself. To himself only. It's impossible. Yep, hundred percent impossible when Tim casually sends him that wink from time to time their eyes meet. And it's disturbing Darren to the fullest because instead of being irritated, he found his insides actually liking the -
Oh God forgive him. Lusting over a man whose name is the only thing Darren knows. This isn't him. Tim is turning him into a something else.
He just met this man yesterday and he's acting like a boy with overtly sexy and obsessive crush!
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"LEAVE!" Darren demanded.
But Tim only laid on his couch and stared at him lazily.
"I told you cutie, I need a place to stay" Darren smacked Tim's hand and frowned.
"Ow! What was that for?" Tim asked in disbelief as he softly caressed the arm Darren smacked. Darren rolled his eyes, as if Tim was really hurt by his action. What's the use of all those muscles if he's so easily hurt?
"You can't stay! I don't even know you! Go" Darren once again demanded. "And do not call me cutie" he scowled.
Tim shrugged. "You won't tell me your name so I'll call you whatever I want and I'm staying"
Darren gaped at him incredulously. He was quite unbelieving of what he is hearing. This man is really shameless and it's a mistake Darren let him in - well, he got a good payment for a high definition view of those tantalizing well sculptured body. So what's the fuss, Darren? His own mind taunted him.
"You are one thick faced person" he criticized. Tim only wink in response. Completely unabashed.
"We still need to talk about your anklet darling. Come on, tell me that fucking hardcore story that led you to this" Tim stared at him with excitement as he patiently waited and expected Darren to share why his got that sarcastically charming thing around his ankle.
But as Darren is also known as a mistress for fretting, he exhibited an expression of displeasure. He didn't answer and continued with his series of gloomy stare. Tim seemed unaware of how threatening Darren's eyes had become or he was just ignoring it like the way he was ignoring his statements to leave.
"If you aren't telling, I will resort to my own conclusion like you did about who I am" Tim added after minutes of silence.
"Why do you even care?" Darren snapped, disliking Tim's act of prying. A tiny bit of curiosity struck Darren for Tim's display of lack of knowledge.
Does Tim really don't know his story? Their name has been in the headlines for the past month, front pages, story of the day, topic for the week, hot topics in the internet, and everywhere their name can be.
Surely, Tim would have gotten and heard rumors about what happened? Is he really unaware or feigning nescience?
Darren chose for the latter before he began to speak again. "Don't play dumb. I'm pretty sure you're one of those people judging and believing lies being spread around"
"Yes" he paused and Darren found himself holding his breath. "You're very pretty"
Darren hissed. "Stop straying off the topic!"
Tim chuckled and smirked. "You're fretting" Tim pointed at Darren's restless thighs lightly jiggling. Something he himself didn't even feel he's doing.
"Relax sweetheart. I need a place to stay and you look like you're in need of a company like hell"
"I do not!"
"You do and besides, you're very cute. I might linger for a while"
Tim grinned and had the audacity to blow him one kiss. Oh my! Darren's stuck with a hard headed and flirty git!