It only takes a week after that, a relatively brief amount of time but he has been encouraged, for him to slowly reach out when Tim is walking him to work and take one of those hands that he’s dreamed about so many times.
Tim’s hand is big in his, softer than he was expecting. All five digits attached, yes, and gentle even as Tim slowly turns his head and stares like he’s not quite sure what’s happening – he can already tell that this will fuel more fantasies, already knows that he’ll be rushing to the storage room the moment he gets to work and will have his cock happily out and his hands joyfully pumping.
…Unless Tim shoves him off and storms away at this very moment, of course.
But, as he was expecting, the man doesn’t. Only stares for another few seconds, as if getting something clear inside his mysterious brain, and then gives an awkward nod. Starting to squeeze in return as they continue the slow walk to work.
Heavens, this might even be a bathroom day.
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And things progress swimmingly from there.
They don’t actually talk about dating, for Tim has some odd embarrassment thing and he’s never wanted to put limits on something so simple, but it’s there in the background. An extra little frisson, a tiny little spark that speaks of them no longer being the simple friends they were before.
Tim starts walking down to meet him at lunchtimes, bringing lunch whenever he can. They sit in the park and lazily hold hands, or bump arms, or even coil together with his head resting on Tim’s shoulder and Tim’s fingers slowly sliding through his hair.
In response, for he’s always been a bit competitive, he starts upping the poshness of where they eat at night. Mainly to cause many scenes, yes, but Tim even seems to enjoy that as he hides his smile behind his hand at every single restaurant they get kicked out of. And he certainly enjoys that time at an unnamed restaurant in the middle of town when a shoe is covertly toed off and an ankle is gently rubbed and they’re kicked out into the middle of the street because they almost ended up making out over the table.
When Tim finally, finally, leans in to properly kiss him on a cold night after merrily abusing the cinema together he barely resists the urge to punch the air.
…He resists it a lot easier when he finds that he can throw his arms around Tim’s neck and press their bodies flush together.
FILL: A Growing Situation, Chris/Tim, NC-17 [1C/2]
Tim’s hand is big in his, softer than he was expecting. All five digits attached, yes, and gentle even as Tim slowly turns his head and stares like he’s not quite sure what’s happening – he can already tell that this will fuel more fantasies, already knows that he’ll be rushing to the storage room the moment he gets to work and will have his cock happily out and his hands joyfully pumping.
…Unless Tim shoves him off and storms away at this very moment, of course.
But, as he was expecting, the man doesn’t. Only stares for another few seconds, as if getting something clear inside his mysterious brain, and then gives an awkward nod. Starting to squeeze in return as they continue the slow walk to work.
Heavens, this might even be a bathroom day.
-
And things progress swimmingly from there.
They don’t actually talk about dating, for Tim has some odd embarrassment thing and he’s never wanted to put limits on something so simple, but it’s there in the background. An extra little frisson, a tiny little spark that speaks of them no longer being the simple friends they were before.
Tim starts walking down to meet him at lunchtimes, bringing lunch whenever he can. They sit in the park and lazily hold hands, or bump arms, or even coil together with his head resting on Tim’s shoulder and Tim’s fingers slowly sliding through his hair.
In response, for he’s always been a bit competitive, he starts upping the poshness of where they eat at night. Mainly to cause many scenes, yes, but Tim even seems to enjoy that as he hides his smile behind his hand at every single restaurant they get kicked out of. And he certainly enjoys that time at an unnamed restaurant in the middle of town when a shoe is covertly toed off and an ankle is gently rubbed and they’re kicked out into the middle of the street because they almost ended up making out over the table.
When Tim finally, finally, leans in to properly kiss him on a cold night after merrily abusing the cinema together he barely resists the urge to punch the air.
…He resists it a lot easier when he finds that he can throw his arms around Tim’s neck and press their bodies flush together.