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"Take three hours, got it." he teased, sliding out of bed and rubbing at his chest as he walked to the bathroom. He left the door open, looking at his face and the little hickies Daren had left. Ah well. Shower time.

And as soon as he stepped under the hot spray his mind oozed filth. Sex, workout, sweat, Tim hadn't dusted any of that equipment off at all. He hadn't touched it since moving back in.

he started to scrub, forcing himself to stop and whining, trying to remember how to wash and not scrub so hard or so long in one spot.

He was breathing too fast, still working on his arm before letting the loofah drop, hands trembling. He, he had to, had to clean, but not scrub, not get the dirt off but pretend too.

He poured body wash in his hands, rubbing them together and running his hands over his body, running his nails gently against his skin, but when he pulled them away he saw little balls of dead skin and dirt.

Scrub.

Tim turned off the water, gripping the handle tight and trying not to cry, turning it back on to rinse off the soap and turn it off again. He hadn't really bathed at all...

But he walked out and got dressed, still shaking, feeling the dirt on him, and met Daren in the kitchen. "Eggs?" he questioned softly

Tim tried to smile, skin crawling not because the other hugged him, but because he was covered in filth. He didn't do good at all. It was crawling and in his pores and moving on to his clothes and traveling. He was almost afraid to take the sandwich, but managed it. "Yea, that might be good. I don't, I don't know how hard too--"

he hadn't even washed his back he'd been so focused on his torso and arms.

He didn't even hesitate, he handed his sandwich back to Daren and stripped off his shirt, eyes welling with tears as he turned the water on, deciding the scalding temperature was the best if he couldn't scrub himself raw.

"Daren please I'm sorry please just let me bathe." he begged, giving a small sob as the tears finally left his eyes. Tim was pathetic. He couldn't even try for a day. He coudn't even do it for a day he was a ******** disgrace, absolute trash. And he only cried harder as Daren got in with him and began washing him like a child.

But after the embarrassment and the shame, he was clean. When asked if he was better he simply shook his head. He was a disgraceful man. "I'm sorry." he cried. "I'm so sorry, Daren."

Tim kept crying, trying to be silent about it but nodded, looking at at Daren with swollen eyes. "N-No. You, you needed time. It was okay." he'd reassured the man over and over that it was okay for him to take breaks, and that Timothy would be okay if they didn't continue.

Daren's response to that made Tim start sniffling, looking down at the logic. That made sense... "I'm still sorry." he murmured. "Let me change, I'm late for work. I'm sorry."

Tim grabbed his clothes from the bathroom floor, walking to the bathroom to throw them in the hamper and pull out a new pair. "Hm?" he looked at the man, smiling at the honest statement and looking down, a little bashful now. "I love you too." he said softly, changing in to a clean suit before walking out, taking his sandwich. "Thank you for cooking." he said through a mouthful of breakfast.

A light chuckle was given in response to Tim being the breadwinner of the relationship. "Should I start buying you pretty suits and shoes if you're going to be my trophy wife?" he teased back, finishing the inhalation of his breakfast. Daren made him laugh. It was true, no one would believe Tim if he told them that Daren was his wife.

"I'd forgotten about the decorations! I'm excited! Once we're done you'll be a Christmas decorating pro." he smiled, walking out of the elevator. "We'll put a santa hat on the tv just for you."

Tim laughed with him, going to the car and getting in. "Christmas is definitely a time for making memories. We'll make good ones I promise." he said, raising an eyebrow at Daren. "thank goodness we don't have kids or they'd be seeing Daddy kiss Santa underneath the mistletoe."

"Well Santa can't wait." he smiled, checking his watch and nodding. "Just a few minutes." he smiled, returning the small kiss, "All right. I'll call if I need to." He got out, looking at the tall building before walking in.

To be honest, he thought about moving jobs, maybe starting a little fresh. Somewhere where people didn't know his life had so much bad drama. He wasn't sure though, but he pressed the elevator button and made it upstairs to his floor, clocking in and going to his cubicle.

"Timothy!" Andy greeted. "You're supposed to be on vacation! We're not supposed to see you until next year!"

"Boss said it was important. Financial records got messed up."

"Yea about that," Andy said, quickly lowering himself back in his seat. "He's in his office!"

Andy messed something up, didn't he? Really that man needed to go deal with customers instead of money. Placing his things at his cubicle he quickly went to he office, knocking. "It's Timothy."