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He chuckled, moving under the water, bowing his head and using his fingers to help rinse out the suds. "Well you have me. If you'd like, next time you've a formal event I can take you to Caesar. He's really good with suits and more often then not he always throws in some free suit goo" Hopefully he wouldn't show off the poster of Tim modeling for them again. Letting Daren see it was enough.

"I can try to incorporate orange again if you'd like." Tim chuckled, tensing only for a second as the washcloth found him, and relaxed again.

He couldn't help but smile at the kiss to the shoulder. It was just a small simple gesture, but it made him happy. "All right, no orange and black, then." But orange and gray, now that would be something.

He turned to take the washcloth, surprised as the man continued washing him, but he didn't complain. Maybe he was just making sure he hadn't done anything to Timothy, though if Tim could take a beating he could definitely take a mild bruise or two. But the man kept on traveling lower and lower until he was on his knees, Tim's face red, looking at those eyes as the words rolled over his skin.

And he gave a small nod.

Tim barely had time to say your welcome, the man's mouth on him making him react almost instantly. He trusted Madison to do this, and if Madison wanted to do this he loved him, Tim needed the love. But Madison quickly had his face flushed, heartrate rising, noises leaving his lips, the shower water was growing too hot. He desperately wanted to grab the man's hair, tensing, trying to put it off. All Tim could do was try and grip at the slick wall behind him before a cry tore from his throat.

"Y-You're welcome." he panted, body giving another small shudder of the fading pleasure as he was kissed, sharing the flavor. Tim smiled though, holding the man tightly and hesitantly running his fingers through the wet locks. He wanted to return the favor someday, just for that. "We're going to turn pruny." he murmured after a while.

Tim chuckled, giving the man a small kiss on the cheek before he heard a phone. Madison's? He flattened against the wall so the water could be turned off, stepping out afterwards and taking the towel. "Ever the dedicated doctor." he said, drying off his body before working on his hair. Catching his reflection in the mirror he gave a small chuckle. His cheeks were still flushed.

Wrapping the towel around his waist he walked out back to the kitchen to fetch the scrubs, hearing Madison, "Shouldn't it be with my pants?" He asked, following the trail of clothes, pants in the hallway to Madison's bedroom. But alas, no cell phone. "No, I can find my phone." he murmured, following the clothes trail back out, putting the scrubs on and leaving the towel around his shoulders. After five minutes of searching no cell phone turned up. "Where did I leave it?" He couldn't depend on his memory he knew he had it at the bar because he texted Daren. "I guess, send him a text saying I'm on my way?"

"Yea, maybe." Tim frowned, gathering his clothes from last night and putting on his shoes. He felt funny, wearing his suit shoes with scrubs. After a few more attempts at finding his phone he sighed, wondering if it was at the bar. "I'd love to see each other next week. And I'm sure I can spend the night." he said with a smile, going out to the car. "Oh hey there it is!" he laughed, pointing to the blinking light that was the screen of his phone.

Tim nodded. "That sounds fine. Thank you for taking care of me and inviting me out." he said with a smile, looking out the window as the town flew by, but all too soon they were back at the the apartment complex. He looked down at the things in his hand before looking over at Madison, giving a shy smile and closing the gap between them. "Drive safe." he said, getting out and giving one last wave goodbye, closing the door and heading up.

Now where were his keys? He checked the pockets while in the elevator, pulling them out and walking out down to the apartment, unlocking it and opening the door. "Aomine?" he called, he saw the man right there in the living room looking like a wreck. "Daren have you slept?!" he exclaimed, dropping his clothes to look at the man, lightly touching his face before looking at the unironed clothes, the stress marks on his face. "Daren you need to get to sleep. You look awful. I'll tell you about my night when you get some rest, all right? To bed." and turned him around, ignoring anything he was saying and pushing him to the bedroom.

"Aomine you look ready to drop dead, though." he said worriedly, following him into the kitchen, "I can finish cooking it." He stayed in the doorway though, not wanting to completely hover over the man. Daren's next words had him shocked. "I haven't even tol you I'm dating him how do you know?! Is there a look?!" he touched his face curiously as though it had grown a sign explaining the situation. "Oh, I can make my own." He did only eat rice balls for breakfast. "You need to eat and go to sleep. I don't want to keep you up longer, Aomine."