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"Night Daren." the red-head barely mumbled, out like a light within the next few seconds. It was a relatively peaceful sleep, though with the colder weather that meant the heater was turned on, and that meant Tim got hot. He woke up after a few hours to strip off his pajama pants and the tshirt, flopping back down.

And his mind recognized no shirt as a simple, small thing. Something that happened once. and it began working, Tim resting against Daren's side. But he was getting hot, so throughout the next hour or two he manage to kick the entire blanket off the bed, but Daren's skin felt cold, so he shifted onto the man, resting there.

Then in the early hours of the morning, just before sunrise, his body started reacting to a dream. Shirtless, with Daren, it was okay if they were both shirtless. But his skin felt the rough fabric of daren's shirt in it's sleepy state, dream and waking merged in a foggy haze. Timothy moved his hips, now resting specifically on top of Daren and gave a very slow grind, then rolled back onto to repeat the process. It was a dream, he could do it. Nothing bad came out of it. Maybe some guilt, but it was just a dream.

It was just a dream.

Tim only smiled at the noise, doing another slow rock against him before feeling the hand travel up before moaning at the same time, feeling his hips forced down. This was a good dream, he figured, deciding to keep Daren close. It got intense rather quickly the shirt being taken off, hands traveling, kissing, panting. He didn't want to let go of his officer for a second.

It was nearing the climax did Tim wake up, but at the same time he was too far gone to care, back arching, legs tensing, god that feeling...

But it was after the high cooled down, the redhead laying there, gasping for breath, did the guilt start sinking in. Oh god. Oh god.

He sat up, looking at the sweat slicked body of the tanned officer in horror and shock. Just... it was just supposed to... how?! s**t. s**t s**t s**t. he curled up, elbows on his knees as he tried to think. Think. Thinking, thinking. "********!" he shouted, fist slamming and bouncing once it hit the mattress.

"What are you sorry for you didn't start it." Tim whispered, voice trembling. How? how had he let this happen? He, he should have known! He, he should have realized it wasn't a dream. His dreams had never felt that good.

I-I should go."

Tim finally lifted his head, turning in time to see Daren scramble off. and he stared at the empty doorway, trying to think, to process, "You have a boyfriend, Timothy!" the red-head shouted at himself, crossing his legs before standing up. He had to change and leave, go back to Andy's place, shower and then head out for the game.

No, no he couldn't there was still Daren, and Daren was apologizing. "Daren," he called nervously, stepping out and looking around, eyeing the locked office. "Daren." he said softly again, pacing forward before stopping. "It, it wasn't your fault. I just," he sighed, starting to pace up and down the hall.

He stopped in front of the door, "I thought I was dreaming. Because, because we'd never do that if we were awake." he sighed, resuming his pacing. Daren had been more knocked out than Tim was, so did that mean Tim had raped him?

"I, I didn't mean too." he was outside the door again, "it was an accident, I think. I thought I was dreaming Daren. Only dreams are... that enjoyable... I'm really sorry!" he closed his eyes shut, pacing up and down once more.

"It's just, Daren, please talk to me." he touched the door, sliding down and crouching. "Daren please. We don't need to tell anyone either. We won't tell anyone. Jason doesn't need to know, my mother's, the therapist. It'll... It'll just be a secret between us, okay? No Iroh or Andy or anyone. I promise. Just, can we keep it a secret? Daren?"

Tim looked worriedly and hurt at the door, hoping he was looking at the officer. "Daren..." He rested his head against the door, looking at the shadow underneath. "Please, please stop apologizing, Daren." he whispered, shaking his head, "I'll shower back at Andy's. You... we need to be isolated for a bit." He didn't want to be... Tim didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to leave Daren alone.

"Hey, Daren." he gently scratched at the door with his fingernail. "You... if you're, not feeling well, you... you don't need to come to the game today. You can still come but, if you're not feeling well, I won't mind. And, and no calling my mothers today... it... they smell fear." he chuckled weakly before wiping at his eyes. "I'm really sorry, Daren. I... I'm going to go now. I, I'll cook you breakfast another time, okay?"

Tim slowly stood, staring at the door for a few more seconds before leaving to get change, holding his breath and slowly exhaling and inhaling to keep from crying, getting dressed in last night's clothes and grabbing his bags quickly, not checking if he had everything before exiting, closing the door behind him. He tried to control his breathing while walking down the stairs, not wanting to be heard until he reached his car. and he sat there, his control breaking before angrily yelling and hitting his steering wheel, the horn blaring a few times before he slumped over ********... s**t." he cried, pulling out his cell phone and staring. Who on earth could he call about Daren? Andy was no help in times like these, and he couldn't tell Jason. He threw it into the passenger's seat before driving back to the apartment, getting out with his things and going up. Andy was still asleep, TIm movin around carefully before deciding to take a shower, sitting on the floor of the tub under the hot spray. He had at least an hour before thj game... He could stay here for an hour.

Tim walked out of the shower, looking at the blonde male in front of him.

"You were supposed to go straight to the game after Daren's. Why're you here so early?"

"Ah, I realized I forgot my shampoos."

Andy peeked into the bathroom, indeed seeing the bottles where they always were, but for some reason it didn't feel right.

"Figured I'd just come home and shower here instead of using Daren's things. What's for breakfast?"

"Good carb and protein filling food!" he responded, letting Tim pass before looking into the bathroom. "We'll need it for the game!" and where was his medication? In his bag?

"Wow you weren't kidding." Tim tightened the towel around his waist and stared at the food knowing he had to eat, but he wasn't hungry. The man managed to force down some eggs, trying not to vomit them back up before going to grab his uniform.

"No," it was hanging in Daren's laundry room. "I should have a spare," he whispered, looking around his room and quickly checking his closet and dresser.

"I'm sure they'll let you play in your jeans, Tim." Andy tried to comfort while looking through the piles of clothes for a spare uniform that wasn't there. "We can just ask, but we really need to go we'll be late for practice." He felt like he was in danger, Tim looked ready to either kill himself or kill someone else. And considering he saw no medication Andy could only pray the red-head took his last night.

"yea, I guess." came the quiet murmur, though the knuckles were white while holding the shirt. But it was dropped and Tim stood. "we're going in my car?"

"No, let me drive. We'll go in mind." Andy said,

TIm grabbed his things, feeling around for his phone. "I left it in the car." They went downstairs quickly, Tim grabbing it and looking at the blinking blue dot before unlocking it.

"Daren has it!" he exclaimed.

"Good! He can give it to you there!" Andy got in his car, waiting for Tim before driving off.

'Meet me at the game please. Thank you so much, Daren." he responded, closing the phone.

And Andy got there in record time, constantly glancing over at Tim before parking. "I'll tell them you're waiting for your uniform. Hurry up."

"All right." Tim closed the door, car locking and his friend running off. Now he waited.

The growl of a motorcycle had the red-head look over to the side, eyes widening as he saw Daren pull up. Well, he realized it was Daren when he heard the voice.

"It's fine. Thank you for coming out to deliver it." he took the uniform carefully with a small smile. "really, thank you. I might not have been able to play without it." He nodded before taking a moment and looking back at Daren, "Um, this will sound rude, but is my duffel bag at your apartment too?"