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Timmy awoke and stretched to find Armie’s absence. He lifted his head from the pillow to find a space occupied only by air and ghosts. He groaned and ducked back down into the pillow cradling his head. It was Saturday and Timmy had been working really hard the entire week - picking up extra shifts at IHop to make up for his lost time, going to lectures in the daytime and trying to squeeze in project work somewhere between. Armie hadn’t been much better - Hayley had a tonne of stuff to catch up on and Armie had been closing some big business deals that had taken up most of his attention. It’s like that sometimes in a relationship - living in the same house but not seeing each other. It’d been just shy of two weeks since they last had sex and Timmy felt his body ache with a nagging desire to be taken. It was like that too - sometimes they could fuck three times a day for a week and then nothing for two weeks. Everything in an adult relationship was about ebb and flow.
Timmy had finally gathered enough energy to sit up. It wasn’t overly hot, despite it being summer in California but the sun was out and light illuminated the bedroom which made his eyes sting. He hated waking up. He looked at the clock. 1pm. He brushed his hands through his hair, unbothered by the time - he had no plans anyway - and started for the stairs. He smiled at Armie as he walked into the kitchen area. Armie was in shorts and a polo shirt, sitting on the couch with his laptop; work papers in heaps around him like fortification.
‘Morning,’ Armie said with a light voice. He didn’t look away from his laptop. Timmy went towards the counter, opening a cupboard and taking a mug out.
‘Coffee?’
‘No thanks,’ Armie murmured. Timmy shrugged, seizing the kettle and filling it. ‘What are your plans for today?’
Timmy hit the button down and the kettle started to rumble. He poured some coffee powder into his mug before he turned to watch Armie, who still didn’t look away from his laptop screen, eyebrows furrowed as he worked on whatever he was doing.
‘As if it wasn’t already clear that I don’t have any,’ Timmy chuckled. ‘I thought I might just hang around, catch up on Netflix. How about you?’
‘I have a few things to finish up here and then I was thinking we could go for a ride.’
Timmy was a little surprised by this which must have bled onto his face because he saw Armie’s vision flick up towards him for a second and then back to the screen.
‘Where are we going?’
‘It’s a surprise,’ Armie said.
‘What kind of surprise?’
The kettle popped to signify its readiness and Timmy picked it up, pouring steaming water into his mug.
‘The fun kind,’ Armie replied, not giving anything away. Timmy thought about what it could be. He swore if it was a look around a motorbike showroom or worse a drive-on lawnmower showroom - when he could be catching up on topless Robert Sheehan…
‘That’s not really an answer,’ Timmy tutted. His mind went to darker places - the thought that it could be something sexual crossed his mind but it was more likely to be something asinine like new kitchen worktops. Armie found that kind of thing fun; Timmy didn’t really mind, except when it ate into his weekend for no significant reason.
‘If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise,’ Armie retorted with a wry smile.
‘True,’ Timmy said. He sipped at his coffee though it was way too hot because he was stupid and impatient - not necessarily in that order.
‘Well, do you want to see?’ Armie asked.
Timmy sighed. He guessed he didn’t have anything better to do.
‘Sure. On one condition…’
‘What’s that?’ Armie properly gazed at Timmy this time. Suddenly, Timmy felt a little exposed standing there in nothing but his boxers.
‘I’m hungry,’ Timmy purred.
Armie chuckled softly. ‘You want me to make you breakfast?’
‘Not that kind of hungry. I’m hungry ,’ Timmy said softly. He let his fingertips trail over his collarbone and down his nipple, across his stomach; landing at the waistband of his underwear. Armie’s smile shifted.
‘Oh,’ he breathed. ‘I guess it’s been a little while, right?’ Timmy nodded. ‘My apologies if I’ve been neglecting you.’
‘Not at all,’ Timmy smirked. The vibe between them was playful. Armie sighed and placed his laptop on the couch cushions next to him, on top of his papers.
‘Are you hungry for me or for you?’
Timmy took one more sip of his coffee on the counter and left it there as he moved forward.
‘I don’t know. Both. Either. Me,’ Timmy said with a twisted tongue. He had that feeling of arousal where his brain starts to blank.
‘Okay. Come here,’ Armie said softly. Timmy did without question. He strode towards where Armie was until he was standing in front of him. Armie stood up next to him, bringing his hand up to stroke his cheek. ‘Take your boxers off and swap places with me.’ Timmy’s heart beat as he wriggled out of his boxers, leaving them on the floor. He sat down on the couch where Armie had been sitting. ‘Spread your legs.’ Timmy followed the instructions, splaying his legs out. His breathing had become uneven, his muscles shaking slightly with excitement.
‘What are you gunna do?’ Timmy asked. He watched as Armie sunk to his knees and crawled between his thighs. Timmy swallowed. ‘Oh,’ he whined as the realisation set in.
‘Do you think you can hold back?’
‘From coming?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, that’s kind of the point of sex - to come.’
‘I’m not saying you won’t come this weekend…’ Armie teased, his voice low. ‘Just not right now.’
Timmy stared at him for a long second. Armie’s face was awash with desire and mystery.
‘You’re plotting something, aren’t you?’ Timmy accused, but his voice was light and shaky.
‘Maybe,’ Armie smiled.
Timmy thought about it. If it was a showroom then he’d have waited for nothing but on the other hand… if the surprise was connected to Armie’s plans… then it’d be worth the wait… Timmy groaned internally. ‘Fine. I can wait but you better make it worth it,’ Timmy pouted.
‘Oh it will be, baby. Don’t you worry about that.’
Armie crawled forward. Timmy watched him, attempting to keep his head from completely flatlining as Armie’s tongue licked at the head of cock and a trail of spit bridged through the air from the man’s lips when he pulled back. He sat back on his knees and his hand came up to pump Timmy. Timmy’s blood ran through his veins like rapids as he felt butterflies sprout in the pit of his stomach and his muscles began to shake more vigorously. He was hard in no time. Armie didn’t really work him - he locked his lips around his dick as soon as he was hard and took him into his mouth without much preamble. Timmy’s hands fell either side of his thighs, digging his nails into the couch cushions.
‘Oh fuck, Arms,’ Timmy moaned. He felt Armie smile around him and then take him deeper until Armie gagged and pulled back before taking him in again. The noise of Armie gagging was enough . It wasn’t very often that Armie gave him oral like this - given the dynamic of their relationship. Timmy wondered if this is how he looked on his knees, gagging on Armie’s cock until he couldn’t breathe and drool ran down his chin. Armie was a lot more dignified than he was but Timmy supposed that was half the point. His thighs started to jitter as Armie sucked. Timmy let out a low moan.
‘I’m close. If you go anymore then I’ll come,’ Timmy panted restlessly.
Armie pulled back until Timmy’s cock stood proud and tall between his thighs. Armie gave it one last lick like he wasn’t ready to stop. He pushed up, moving towards Timmy and kissing him on the lips. Timmy didn’t fight him, though it took him by surprise. He let Armie in - tasting his own salty pre-come trace over his tongue. When Armie pulled back, they were breathing heavier than they should have been and Armie pushed his forehead to Timmy’s; their eyes met and sunk down into each other’s souls.
‘Better?’ Armie smirked.
‘A little,’ Timmy whispered.
‘Good. You know how to play me, don’t you?’
Timmy laughed. ‘It wasn’t intentional.’
‘Yeah yeah,’ Armie said sarcastically, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. ‘Get ready and we can go, if you want.’
‘Might as well,’ Timmy shrugged. He wriggled, pulling back. Armie quickly stood up and Timmy followed suit. He went back over the counter, seizing his coffee that was about ready to consume. It was only when he turned back around, he noticed Armie’s raging boner. Timmy swallowed down the caffeine. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one craving contact.’
Armie rolled his eyes and let out an embarrassed laugh. ‘Alright. I’m going to clear up here. You should get dressed and grab something to eat.’
Something came over Timmy; he never really had himself down as a brat but sometimes it was fun to push a little. ‘ Or I could wait and we could shower together - sort that out,’ Timmy said, nodding towards the tent in Armie’s shorts.
‘I don’t think so,’ Armie said. ‘I gave you what you asked for.’
‘And now I’m asking for more,’ Timmy retorted.
Armie’s jaw set a little. ‘You really want to play it like that?’
Timmy considered it. It’d be fun to wind Armie up a bit more but he was curious to know what this surprise was about… He could annoy Armie when there wasn’t a secret hanging over his head.
‘Fine. I’ll be ready in half an hour.’ He grabbed his coffee and took it with him as he dashed back towards the stairs. He heard Armie murmur that’s what I though t under his breath. He’d have to get him back for that was his lingering thought as he tackled the stairs.
*
Armie was already waiting with his shoes and sunglasses on when Timmy came down. Timmy grabbed his shoes and shoved them on his feet. Armie was holding onto his keys as he sat, waiting. Timmy had already come down to eat after having a shower and getting dressed. He had chosen black skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He didn’t know where they were going so he wasn’t going to dress too casual.
‘You almost ready?’ Armie asked.
‘Yeah. Let me just grab some water.’ Timmy picked up a glass from the side of the sink and turned the tap. He gulped the water down and placed the glass in the sink. ‘Okay, let's rock and roll.’
Armie rose to his feet and they both headed for the front door. Armie unlocked the car and Timmy got in as Armie locked the front door. The wind was pleasant as it hit his face. The fresh air was welcome, it made him relax somewhat. Armie climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
‘How far are we going?’ Timmy questioned. The radio burst into life, some DJ talking about the election. Timmy turned the volume down.
‘Local.’ Timmy thought about where they could be going. He was almost convinced it was going to be linked to DIY or cars or something boring. Where an Earth could they be going that was exciting on a Saturday afternoon? ‘You could say it’s an advance on my birthday to myself - though I think you’ll enjoy it too.’ Oh shit. If he was going to enjoy it then it definitely wasn’t a showroom…
‘Why are you being so cryptic?’
‘You’ll see,’ Armie sang.
Timmy decided it was probably better to cruise with it and desist from guessing. He watched silently out of his window as Armie drove. He let his mind drift down various avenues: the song on the radio, what else he could watch on Netflix, when his next shift was, what else he needed to get done for uni. He only checked back in when Armie slowed down and turned the corner into a private housing lot. There were large, steel and brick gates that were constructed to believe too much in their own self-importance and keep intruders out. Armie rolled down his window, pressing the buzzer and speaking into the intercom system.
‘It’s Armie Hammer. Can I have access please?’
‘Armie!’ A voice exclaimed. ‘Of course, man.’
‘Thanks Bill.’
The gates opened slowly and Armie started to go through. There was a security office with a window and Armie slowed as he passed it. The man from the intercom was middle aged, with skin that had seen better days and a head that had been aggrieved of hair. He stuck his face out of the window in a security uniform with a warm grin on his face.
‘How’s it going, Bill? How are the kids?’ Armie said.
‘Yeah, not too bad. Yourself? Is this your other half?’ Bill looked past Armie to Timmy causing Timmy to panic slightly.
‘Hey,’ Timmy croaked. He still had no idea what was going on.
‘Nice to meet you, son,’ Bill said.
‘Has there been many check ins today?’ Armie enquiries.
Timmy thought that was a bit of an odd thing to ask but Armie was much better at small talk than he was. Timmy, quite frankly, just wanted this whole interaction to be over.
‘Only a few. Over the other side, not your end. Don’t be getting up to mischief just because nobody is around,’ Bill joked.
Armie laughed dryly. ‘We’ll try our best. Thanks Bill.’ Armie started to roll the car forward.
‘Let me know if you need anything,’ Bill called as Armie started to drive off slowly.
Timmy had no idea where they even were or what was happening. Why were they in a fancy, private lot for a start?
‘Who was that?’
‘Bill,’ Armie shrugged.
‘Yeah, I got that…’
‘He works here.’ Armie drove slowly around another corner and pulled up into a parking spot. Timmy looked ahead. It was a small, one storey condo that looked like it had been built pretty recently. Armie killed the engine and turned to Timmy with a huge, excited grin. ‘Surprise.’
‘A - a condo?’
‘Yes. Well, technically the surprise is inside - obviously.’
‘Okay. Do you have a key?’
‘Of course.’
‘Then what are we waiting for?’ Timmy demanded impatiently and opened his door.
Timmy counted his steps. Armie had insisted that he cover his eyes and Timmy had reluctantly agreed. Armie’s hands were hot on his face and his feet kept catching the back of his as the man pushed him forward and guided him in.
‘Almost there. A couple more steps.’ Timmy counted three steps in his head. ‘Stop.’ Armie held him still. ‘Are your eyes shut?’
‘Yes,’ Timmy responded.
‘Promise?’
‘I promise,’ Timmy exclaimed. He squeezed his eyes shut harder in order to accentuate the point.
‘I just need to open this door, okay?’
‘Okay.’
Timmy felt Armie let go and suddenly felt unbalanced. He steadied himself as he heard Armie turn a doorknob and push a door open.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes,’ Timmy said quickly. He wanted to open his eyes and know why Armie had bought a condo when they had a perfectly lovely house less than twenty minutes away. Timmy felt Armie grab onto his hand and gently pull him forward. He took small, unsure steps as he felt like he was crossing a threshold. He heard Armie switch something on and light attempted to break through his sealed vision, so he figured he was a lightswitch. Armie came to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and Timmy settled against his body. Armie kissed Timmy on the neck once.
‘Open them,’ Armie breathed. Timmy shivered at the sensation as light hit his pupils and it took him a couple of seconds to adjust. When he drank in the room, he felt his stomach clench and Armie’s arms pull tighter. ‘Well… What do you think, darling?’
Timmy’s vocabulary wedged deep in his throat as his mouth grew dry and his heart raced. As he familiarized the surroundings in front of him, the only words that he could muster were -
‘Oh fuck! ’