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"Aomine your fingers are warm." Timothy said as they grazed his cheek gently. "But yea, it probably was." and smiled, unbuckling himself, Aomine already out of the car. Be whomever he wanted to, huh? No one came to mind, but he'd have to go to work and hunt, maybe see if that sandwich shop was still there. Iroh was the one who opened the door though and peered up above his glasses. "Hello." and opened his mouth to say he'd like to try walking but the tone in Iroh's voice made him silence, thinking it over. "I think so too." and moved himself over, nearly falling until Iroh helped him. "Thank you."

He was helped up, also aware of Daren's subtle shifting at Iroh's words that weren't meant to be an innuendo, but Daren saw them as one. He had to admit, Aomine and Iroh, two men who trusted each other deeply, that would be, interesting. But everything moved quickly with Iroh, it seemed. Into the building, in the elevator, up the elevator, down the hall, inside the home. "No, Aomine. I'm good. Thank you very much. I might go to bed early myself." and smiled before rolling himself into the kitchen to fetch some water.

Timothy had grabbed a pitcher and some nearby clean glasses on the counter, pouring himself something to drink. If Aomine was going to bed he could always stay up and watch television, at least it would produce some noise. Perhaps going to bed early was the wrong choice? he jumped hearing Iroh in the doorway, scaring him and spilling some of the water onto his lap, looking at it before back up at the man. "Y-Yes sir." and placed both items on the counter, grabbing a towel and dabbing his jeans with it. "I-It was long but it was fun. I thoroughly enjoyed myself." Leaving the towel on his lap he placed the pitcher back in the fridge, taking his glass and slowly rolling himself back to the man, looking up. "And thank you very much for being here for the night. Aomine and I really appreciate it, Mr. Iroh." Tim didn't have to worry about being jumped. "I-If you'll excuse me I'd like to go to my room."

He smiled up at the man, nodding. "Aomine tells me the same thing. It still takes some getting used too." he admitting, rolling slowly behind the man. At the mention of the drug his eyes widened. Was Iroh reading his thoughts? "It's very strong. She might have made it herself." Timothy was in his doorway, turning and looking back at the officer. "Thank you very much for watching out for both Aomine and I, even if you don't know me very well. Again, thank you very much, Mr. Iroh. There's a television in here so I'll turn it on and my door will be cracked. Please come get me if you need anything and I'll try to help." Aomine would no doubt be useless for the rest of the night. "Sleep well." and cracked his door before rolling the chair beside the bed and ever so slowly getting up. Now it was time to get ready for bed, and he could walk around.

Well, shuffle really, but he could do it. He had to get dressed first before going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth.

It was a slow and sort of painful process, removing his shirt and pants, allowing them to drop in a pile before pulling out some pajamas. He'd never worn the same pajamas twice in a row, it was filthy, according to Andrew, and it was certainly a habit he wasn't sure he could break. Timothy thought on this for a few minutes before deciding against it. Moving back to his water on the nightstand he took a small sip, staring at the water before placing it down and shuffling to his down. Time to go brush his teeth. He took a breath of courage, shuffling out of the room, hearing the Iroh say something to Aomine about sleeping before entering the bathroom, water leaving the faucet of the sink as he brushed his teeth.

Today had been a good day, if he looked past the nurse and how Aomine had been stung with her cocktail of sensitivities, today was fun. The best he had in years. Seeing the fish, reading about them, actually getting to touch a manta ray and feed a dolphin. They even got to tickle a horseshoe crab and watch it curl up. It had been so cute. The movie on the penguins was interesting if not a bit sad, but the seahorses had definitely been his favorite. Fingers moved to the necklace he was wearing, seeing it glint against his skin in the light, and smiled. This was his gift, he didn't do anything to earn it aside from having a good time.

Smile still on his face he rinsed the toothpaste from his mouth and shuffled, the silence now filled with other strange sounds. He tilted his head, trying to listen. What were those? He felt like he should know them but they were slipping his mind. The light flicked off and he moved to the hallway, noises louder. What were they? Eyes turned in the direction of the voice and he walked closer to it, realizing it was coming from Aomine's bedroom. He paused. Should he really check? Wasn't it an invasion of privacy? Daren trusted him enough but what if he was caught?

Another noise and he couldn't help but peek, widening at the display that was happening. Skin on skin, tongues flashing between lips as hands practically ravaged over the other. He... he hadn't expected this. Timothy was surprised, but, but they were friends, and who better then to have your friend help you out, right? Timothy covered his mouth, feeling the heat underneath his skin as he watched Aomine try not to moan in pleasure. That medicine had really taken effect, he could see it. But his eyes grew wider and wider as the last piece of thin clothing was removed, watching them grind against each other, Aomine like he craved the release, and no doubt he did. Hips continued to move and slide, Aomine already slick with sweat while Iroh teased him. And then

Timothy was glad for the moan that slipped from Daren because they might have heard him gasp, eyes moving away from the scene. He wouldn't have expected him to be a bottom. Never in a million years. Or gay. Maybe it was just a friendly thing, mostly straight but when he had a craving he went to Iroh? With a face as red as his hair he shuffled back to his room, and climbed into bed, pelvis hot but not yet causing a problem. he had to sleep. This was odd, but the noises kept on slipping through his cracked door into his ear, making his night rather sleepless and very, uncomfortable.

A restless sleep indeed, Aomine and Iroh hadn't really finished until the early hours of the morning, an even after that, despite things being less rowdy there were still the softest moans coming from the bedroom. He did finally manage to sleep, a problem in his pajama pants and hands desperately trying not to touch it. Surprisingly, he succeeded, sighing in relief at the clean sheets and pants. Breakfast would help put the rest of the lust aside.

Timothy put on his glasses before finally standing and moving towards his door. No chair, he didn't need it to get breakfast and no doubt the other two were still asleep. Especially after all that noise. Peering out he didn't hear anything, no, eyes turned toward the kitchen, nose smelling coffee and breakfast. What... how was he awake? He moved out of his bedroom to the bathroom, noticing the water still on the floor of the bathtub, the small bath rugs wet with moisture. Timothy hadn't heard him get up to shower, was he that exhausted, to sleep through a man showering when he could have waked in on Timothy sleeping?

Wait, what did he do? Did he just pretend that he hadn't heard the events of last night? He had to! But then, then what did he do to not seem awkward? His mind went through possible ideas before he came to one, smiling. Iroh had slept well, so why not give him a good morning and a thank you? Andrew had certainly liked Tim's good mornings, why wouldn't Iroh? Though it would be a little awkward since the man had been with Iroh before, but what man didn't want to have some good morning intimacies?

He moved to the kitchen quietly, looking at the man. "G-Good morning, Iroh." he said, wishing he'd put on a pajama shirt suddenly. "Um..." he saw the man turn to greet him and moved forward to hug him, positioning himself just right and gave a very subtle wave of the body. "I just want to say thank you very, very, very much." another small shift against the man. "R-Really. it means a lot that you watched over Aomine last night." The next shift was somewhat less subtle. No doubt Iroh would still be sensitive from last night as well.

He was surprised when he was forced away, tears automatically brimming in his eyes. What? what? What? "But... but I don't know how else to thank you! I, I thank Aomine by being the best possible guest, eating until I feel ready to vomit and trying to stay out of his way as much as possible, acting like I'm not here. I don't... I don't know how to thank you. Y-You only slept with Aomine to help Aomine so I don't know hwo to thank you for saving me from Mistress." he said, but Iroh turned away, pointing out the coffee instead. What was he going to do? How could he thank him? The sick feeling curled in his stomach as he stood there, mind trying to grasp and plausible answers but finding none. "I'm.... going to..." but nothing, there was no answer, not for someone who blatantly rejected him. "Bed..." and turned around, mind twisting and turning and jumping through hoops trying to invent a way to say thank you.