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Tim wasn't sure he could blush harder, nibbling his fries in embarrassment but didn't let go of Daren. He had to think of something witty! Something funny to make Daren blush! Something hilarious! "I... I..." Nothing was coming to mind! something hilarious! Augh why was this so hard?! "If you keep that up I'll be forced to lick my milkshake off of you."

That was definitely not what he wanted, but he'd go with it.

Hazel eyes went wide behind the glasses.

Abort! Abort!

His face was so hot ohmygod how could Daren whisper that?

He was having a hard time swallowing.

He tried to speak, looking at the man but closed his mouth and looked away in defeat, grabbing his milkshake and sipping it, embarrassed and now slightly turned on.

Dammit.

TIm just kept drinking at his milkshake, having no words whatsoever and hoping the cold treat would cool down the blood now pulsing hot underneath his skin. As daren came back he stood up so quickly he got dizzy, taking a moment to regain himself before taking the boxes and cups, face flaring up once more at the purr. Tim just managed a nod and a small 'uh-huh' before following Daren out.

This man, oh god this man was teasing him something awful. He could feel the fingers on his arse. Damn these jeans. Damn their back pockets. The only good thing about these jeans were that it was a little easier than slacks to hide, er, growing problems. Just as he adjusted himself he saw Daren moving in and turned to ask what he was doing. That kiss was like fire and electricity and he couldn't help but kiss back. His problem was full grown when they parted, chest rising and falling with each small pant, man buckling himself up.

Damn him damn him damn him.

When they parked Tim was unbuckling, pausing to hear Daren, blood boiling at the glint in his blue eyes. He heard the first half of the man's sentence before opening the car door and bolting, finding it a little hard to run but managing.

1, 2, 3...

He slammed open the doors and took the stairs, skipping every two steps, pulling himself up on the handles. He forgot the food but oh well.

11, 12, 13, 14...

he felt his pockets for the house keys, panicking at the thought of him forgetting but found it in his back pocket, thanking the lord for it and unlocking the place, pushing himself in and closing it behind him. Bathroom first.

21, 22,

He ran to the bathroom, squeezing the toothpaste onto his tongue and rolling it around his mouth, walking out to try and find something relatively sexy to, well, be sexy on. Not the bedroom, something different. The couch? It did offer new positions, kitchen? There was a counter...

He panicked, swallowing the toothpaste and wandering around the house. The office was a no go he was sure Daren would't want it in there, at least not yet.

he found himself walking in front of the door when he heard it open.

s**t.

Tim was done for. He saw this wild animal stalking towards him knowing he'd have a meal tonight. Tim managed one step back before the panther leaped, mouth over his before feeling the wall against his back, kissing turning hard. Desire, lust. While kissing Daren he took off his glasses and tossed them somewhere by the couch. He heard them clatter. "Oh god." he groaned, hips rubbing against the thigh before feeling Daren do the same. His shirt was practically ripped off, Tim helping Daren do the same to his own shirt before giving a whine, feeling lips and teeth against his skin. This was a good idea.

Tim was sleeping like a content kitty, a sore kitty from having done it more than once and then having done it the night before as well. He was definitely sore. They were going to need a break after this Tim wasn't sure he could do it again tomorrow. He needed time to recharge after a good night and good afternoon of roughousing.

"Hm?" he questioned into the pillow, barely reacting to the poke. "Mmhmm." he didn't care. he was going to sleep here and recharge and

"s**t the party!" and sat up, wincing as his lower half pointed out that he had to pop a Tylenol. "I should shower first. Can you drive me?" And wobbled to his feet, stretching a bit before rinsing off quickly in Daren's shower, finding clean clothes to change in. "All right. Phone, keys, wallet. One drink, one hour, I'll be good. You should go socialize too, you know." he commented as he buttoned a fresh pair of jeans.

"Well not with us perhaps since you and Andy don't see eye to eye. Maybe with old friends from the force? As much as I'd like to stay in bed with you all day every day, it's not healthy." he said, looking over at the suddenly pale face. "Daren? Are you okay? Maybe you should have a drink of water." But Daren just smiled and kissed him, Tim giving a nod and following him out and down. A meeting? "I'm pretty sure they want you back in the force." Tim said, buckling up as he drove off. "You were a good officer." and smiled, happily looking out the window before arriving at Andy's apartment.

"And I have my phone, full battery." and showed it to him to prove he wasn't lying. "I'll call you in an hour." he said, kissing the man on the cheek and getting out. Waving bye he walked up the stairs and opened Andy's door. Just Andy and a few others, hardly a party yet.

"Timothy!" the short blond cheered, hugging his friend. "You're early!"

"You said six, so here I am at six. I'll only be here for an hour."

"Got it. One hour. We'll make it worth your while. Did Daren drive you?" he peeked out the window, opening it and waving out. "he made it up safe and sound!' he shouted.

Tim found a fruity wine cooler, limiting himself to this drink and this drink only before chatting with the few people that were there. Melissa, Johnathan, Andy himself. Tim kept sipping, and sipping, and he'd missed the taste of these drinks, this fruity little winecooler. It was empty too soon (within ten minutes) so he figured one more wouldn't hurt, sitting on the couch to talk to Candice. And people very quickly poured in after, meaning more drinks, more talking, more drinking, even more talking. Thirty minutes in and Tim lost count of the wine coolers he'd drank, laughing as he poured the tequila onto some coworker's stomach, pouring the salt. Andy counted down and Tim licked up the salt, drinking the tequila then kissing whoever it was to get the lime, raising his arms in a cheer at his fifth completed body shot. Forty minutes and he was taking shots from glasses with someone who had to be a gang member, but they were talking and having a good time, but Tim had finished his god knew what shot and the world spun for a moment.

"we oughta get you home." the man said.

"Time is it anyway?" and looked for his watch on his arm, unable to lift the sleeve."

"Time to go." And the man helped Tim up, Tim staggering a bit before leaning on the man. They took the elevator down, Timothy not coordinated enough to take the stairs, and was in the car.

"That was fun. I had fun. I like body shots, but Daren doesn't drink so he can't take them off of me."

"Could always try root beer float body shots. Or jello shots without the alcohol."

"That's a good idea." he commented, trying to figure out how that would work. "Sort of did that with milkshakes earlier today, very cold, decided it was a bad idea." It made the man laugh, "I love him. Things aren't as frightening when he's around."

"That's good. Gunna get married to him?"

"Too early to tell. maybe." and smiled against the coolness of the window. he dozed off for a few minutes, waking up as he felt the familiar bump signalling the parking garage.

"You sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine. There's an elevator." And waved bye, getting out and wobbling towards the door, pushing it open and giggling. Elevator was a fun word. "Elevator. Elevator." He pushed the button, waiting for the box and getting in. The small movement made his stomach lurch, holding a hand over his mouth and taking a breath, suddenly smelling the alcohol on him. "Oh god." he murmured. Daren was going to kill him.

Andy spotted Tim's phone, but no Tim in sight. "s**t." he grumbled, unlocking it and calling Daren. "hey it's Andy!" he yelled over the throb of the music. "Hey Tim left his phone here but one of my guys gave him a ride home! I think he drank more than one drink I saw him taking shots! So, he's had a few! But he should be on his way home. Just thought you oughta know!"

Tim sighed, trying to focus on the keyhole, slowly inserting the metal on his sixth try and unlocked it. "Lights." he mumbled. feeling along the wall before flicking them on, and the sight before him made the housekeys drop from his hand, fear filling every cell of his being.

"Andrew..."