"Okay. We're over this a hundred times. No more washing unless you read the whole manual" Darren reminded for the umpteenth time that day with the roll of his eyes when Tim finally finished setting up the washer in its spot.
Tim winked at him as he wiped the sweat of his forehead causing his arm muscles to flex.
Don't drool. Don't drool. Don't drool. Darren kept on chanting on his mind.
This is no good. The way some sweat managed to sneak its way pass his jaw and the way it was trickling down to his tattoos. Oh my Darren is both so lucky and unlucky to have this man secretly staying in his house.
It's like living with a dream in a nightmare.
Tim was the one who's suppose to drool because Darren knew it to himself he's one hell of a person. He's got a perfect body, gorgeous face, kissable plump lips, and a smooth and silky hair. He's a royalty to be honest, maybe long lost.
Yeah, that would've explain why he's got the feeling he is to be worshiped.
"Relax. We've got this"
Darren stared at him. What did just Tim say? We've got this? We'VE GOT THIS?!
"That's it. I'm calling the rehab" he exclaimed and stormed out of the place and went on to the living room with Tim following behind laughing his ass off. What's even funny?
Darren sat down at his usual seat at the living room and pretended to be busy on his phone while Tim DECIDEDLY strip the black sando he had on and lay down on the settee, his feet dangling at the end.
Darren carefully bit his lip as he saw with his peripheral vision (because yes, he won't look thank you very much) Tim flexed his right hand and used it as a pillow.
He can't breathe. He ain't got asthma that's for sure but Tim's undeniably taking his breath away and maybe, maybe he's not in need of a lawyer but a doctor. Yes, a doctor to check on him.
He wanted Tim to lay on his stomach so he could fully see his tattoos and not just the roses on his neck going to his nape. And the veins, oh my god. The veins protruding was enough to make him swoon like it's his first time seeing a man.
Well, maybe it is? Or is it?
"Cutie?" Tim broke the silence. His eyes glued on the ceiling.
"Hey cutie. I have a question" Tim spoke again when Darren ignored him.
Darren sighed, "What?"
"Are you done drooling?"
What the! T-this . . . WHAT?!
Darren grabbed the throw pillow and threw it at Tim for his absurdity! How dare him ask such a question?! He is not!
Okay, maybe a little but that's beside the point!
"You! I was not!" Darren answered, tone sounding defensive which he did not appreciate. All of him's been failing him ever since Tim appeared on his doorstep.
"How dare y-you even assume?! You're not that h-hot!" Darren added with utter derision. He? Drooling? Yuck.
Tim laughed and turned his head to wink at him. "Contrary to what image you have about me, I can be pretty. . . insightful"
Darren huffed. "Ew"
Tim smirked, "Have you ever had someone before me in your home?"
Sounding serious, Darren turned to look at him. "What is with these questions?"
"Well, I'm a fuckin' curious thing you see"
"Yeah. I can very much see"
"So?"
Darren sighed and glared. "You think I let people on in easily?" and besides, no one would want to come knocking on a "criminal's door" now, right? But Darren did not added that part.
Tim smiled. "I'm special then"
Darren scoffed and shook his head. "Why did you let me in?"
Darren stared at him for a straight minute, not blinking and not answering. Seriously, what is with Tim and his questions?
And does Tim think he can answer his questions without looking distracted for the sight laid out in front of him? Tim looked as if he would lift mountains and just drank lava for his oozing - Don't go there Darren. DO NOT go there!
"Cutie?"
Because you were the only person besides my friends to come knocking as if you didn't care about what happened to our family.
"You were shameless" he instead answer.
Tim laughed amused and nodded. "I have to push when the host is this cute"
Darren quickly looked away. He looked so adorable laughing and it's too much for him. He's not heterosexual enough to deal with this.
"I'm gorgeous! Not cute!" he tried to bicker, hoping the heat he's feeling inside to get away but when Tim laughed again. Oh my god he's losing it!
"'Course you are. I'm liking you" Tim said those words as if it's not hard, no. He easily blurted those words out as if he's greeting Darren hi.
He looked at him in disbelief. Looking for something foolish in his expression to see if he's messing with Darren again.
But Tim looked and sounded so genuine.
"I'm not" Darren answered and Tim stifled a laugh. He shrugged nonchalantly.
Darren get back on his phone and scrolled through dozens of nonsense, trying to look for anything interesting but there's none. His social media accounts was removed when people started targeting his family there by saying things and reporting his account but luckily, he was able to leave his own series few bitchy and power words first.
He will not condone those insults nor will he let them degrade them on the daily basis especially when they're the kind of people who are driven by lies and manipulative tactics.
"Do you play chess?" Tim asked all of a sudden.
Darren glanced and scoffed. "No"
"Cards?"
"No"
"Sports?"
"With this body? No"
"What do you play then?"
"Boys"
Tim laughed and glanced at him, his eyes shining with mirth and excitement. Does he really sound that amusing to him?
"Oh, I really like you"