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The slow movements were beginning to be painful for Timothy, hips beginning to roll faster into the man beneath him. Small but lewd moans left his lips with each thrust, breathing becoming louder and more desperate. Right there, just right there. His dream was growing more vivid once coupled with the physical pleasure he was giving and getting. The sounds of ragged breathing entering his dream and being the opposing person's before the narrow hips gave a sharp and quick thrust, a high pitched moan being muffled into the neck. "Please," he whined breathlessly in his sleep. "Harder."

The change from being against nothing to being against the wall made was enough to make his mind go on red alert but everything was exhausted and groggy that it only had the energy to flop a yellow flag at the ground. Brown eyes opened halfway, glazed with lust and sleep as the body in front of him responded to his actions. A dream. "Oh god.' he moaned, clinging to the shirt and moving against the man in need, moaning against the shoulder until finished, panting heavily and still clinging to the man.

But as the lust faded exhaustion return, eyes closing again and relaxing, feeling the stranger pick him up. He was asleep before he hit the bed, and slept peacefully through the rest of the night, the sunlight waking him up. He felt pretty content and relaxed, an odd feeling to feel but he liked it. A smile graced his features and he stretched before pausing. Something felt odd.

He shifted, trying to figure out what it was before slowly sitting up, realizing where the problem was. "Oh no." he murmured, unbuttoning his pants and checked, pressing the fabric against his pelvis in a panic. No. No he'd had a wet dream. Glasses! He turned to the nightstand, finding them missing. That was all right he just had to get into his wheelchair. He turned, realizing that was missing as well. It must have still been in the living room.

He had to clean up, he didn't want Aomine to wake up and find him like this! He panicked, unsure what to do before sliding to the edge of the bed and slowly standing. He was still in last night's clothes. Did Aomine carry him to bed? There was no time to worry, man moving and reaching for the doorframe, clinging to it and looking down the small hallway. He just had to get to the bathroom and clean up this mess. How embarrassing! What had he even been dreaming last night for that to happen? He never had those with Andrew but just one night in Aomine's home and he had just... in his pants!

The tile floor of the bathroom was cool to his bare feet, door closing quickly. This felt like a workout, he wasn't used to this much movement, it felt good but it was strenuous still. His thighs actually hurt. He hoped Aomine wouldn't get mad or scold him for taking a bath, but he was filthy. The clothes were peeled off before he stepped into the hot water, sitting down in the tub. He had to clean up before Aomine found him, but just a small rest.

What had he been dreaming, last night? It was just black and he couldn't remember.

The man jumped onto his feet at the sound of the knock, slipping and banging onto his knees in pain. "It's all right." he said weakly, wishing this bathroom had a bar in it or something to hold on to. "I don't mind. And um," he looked out to the sink and toilet, no clothes or even a towel there. "M-May I have a towel and some clothes, please?" he asked softly, deciding to finally wash himself as he closed the curtain.

"I'm fine!" he called out loudly. "You don't need to check on me!" and washed himself furiously, trying so desperately to recall what gave him such a filthy dream. He really couldn't recall the dream and it worried him! What if it had Andrew in it? Or Aomine? What if his dream had Aomine doing him? That would be so awful!

His thighs and pelvic area were scrubbed clean along with the rest of him, rinsing off underneath the hot water. "Thank you, Aomine." he said softly, blushing. What if Aomine opened that curtain and just did him in the shower? What if that was what his dream was about? Hot water, steam and sweat, nononono! "Y-Yes. Thank you again, Aomine." and waited for the door to close before turning off the water, slowly standing and grabbing the towel to dry off, sitting on the edge of the tub as he did so.

The clothes were put on, taking note these jeans were a bit to tight. he supposed the men found his size and got one smaller and larger just in case. This wasn't a pair they'd gotten at the mall, was it? He couldn't remember, putting on the turtleneck and sitting in the chair, curling his toes against the plastic before slowly rolling out. "Aomine?" he called, rolling out into the living room, hearing kitchen noises. Something smelled good.

Timothy nodded. "I feel better, yes." And for a brief moment imagines Aomine naked in the shower wanking--No! He had to stop imagining such awful and lewd things! At the mention of food he realized how hungry he was and nodded. "All right." rolling in he found the necessary materials, some just barely out of reach. They all managed to get into his lap before rolling them out to the table and setting them up. "C-Can I sit down on a chair?" he asked, sitting in his wheelchair while waiting, gently rolling himself back and forth.

"Oh. Thank you." and carefully moved from the wheelchair to the actual normal chair, spotting the unslung arm. "Should you be having it out of your sling, Aomine?" he asked softly, hoping he wouldn't be punished for being so bold. "What if you hurt it by moving it so much?" and looked at the man, worried. "Thank you for the food, though."

"I suppose so." he said softly. "But you should be careful. I have no legs and you only have one good arm." he said with a chuckle. "There isn't much we can do." and looked at the fillings, curious. He'd actually never filled his own burrito before. Well, best to start with the meat, right? Slowly and awkwardly he began fill the tortilla, rolling it up afterwards. There we go, that looked perfect. He took a bite from one end, insides spilling from the other causing him to turn it around and bite that end next, the same thing happening to the other end.

It was a vicious cycle.

"I always threw away anything that spilled out.' he said, holding the food. "But if I can't eat it with just my hands then it's not a burrito. It becomes a taco salad." and sighed, holding the messy item with one hand while eating the droppings with a fork in his other. "I don't like messes." he murmured, finishing with the spilled insides and going back to the paradox burrito, repeating what he'd just finished cleaning up and eating. He ended up eating the entire thing, scraping the plate clean as well, but he was unhappy with his meal and was refusing to get seconds (not like he could stomach it anyway). "Thank you for the meal, Aomine. It was delicious." Deliciously evil.