This hypothesis is confirmed when Judith spends the first five minutes complaining about Tim’s terrible skills at making breakfast, which Tim thinks is highly unfair, as it’s not like he can read minds and know when Judith wants toast and when she wants a boiled egg and when she wants cereal with milk. He mentions this, but Paula shushes him.
“But – "
Paula then looks at him. “Tim, I’ll give you all the attention you want in a bit,” she says.
Tim is already scared when Paula then moves to sit next to him on the sofa while Judith keeps ranting, Philip nodding along with her. Paula, as Tim expected, slowly slides closer until she almost ends up on his lap.
“Tim, we shouldn’t,” she whispers. “Not in front of your ex-wife.”
“That’s all right,” Tim replies, smiling at Judith. He tries to shuffle away, but Paula’s hand is on his thigh and slowly creeping higher. “Quite all right!”
Paula presses herself even closer against him. “Oh, Tim, you’re right, we should celebrate our love!” She grabs his head between her hands, and kisses him.
Tim manages to stop himself from yelping, and tries to shove her off, but her grip is too strong. She finally lets go, though, and he looks up to realise Judith is the one to have dragged her off him. She’s still got Paula by the back of her shirt, glaring at her. “Thanks,” Tim mutters. Hopefully now he and Judith can agree to get another social worker on their case.
“You can’t come between us,” Paula tells Judith. “You had your chance!”
Philip has got up to stand next to Tim, looking at him with some worry. "You all right there, Timmy?”
“Yes,” Tim says, feeling relieved. He gets up as well. “I think we can all agree Paula should pass our case to a colleague."
“Yes,” Judith agrees, still glaring at Paula as she shoves her over to her chair. Judith then moves to stand in front of Tim, more protective than he’s used from her. Philip is still standing next to him, and Tim assumes it’s Philip’s hand that’s rubbing a smoothing circle on his back. “Paula, there’s something very important you need to know about Tim.”
“I’m not interested in you, Paula!” Tim exclaims, pushing Philip’s hand away, and it returns a second later. Maybe he should let Philip. It is actually quite soothing. “Never have, never will.”
Judith smiles at him, for the first time in ages. “Exactly. Paula, the thing is, Tim is ours.”
“Exactly,” Tim agrees, then yelps as Philip’s hand suddenly drops to squeeze his arse. “What?”
Judith wraps her arms around him. “Tim,” she purrs. “It’s been leading up to this all along, it’s obvious.”
“Is it?” Tim asks, as Philip plasters himself to Tim’s other side, now rubbing his arse gently. “Philip!”
“I think you need to open yourself up to the possibilities, Timmy,” Philip tells him.
Tim pushes Philip away, and then shoves at Judith until she's standing a foot away from him and pouting. “I really shouldn’t,” he says, then grabs his jacket to flee once again.
-
“Chris,” he says, having rung the only person he can. “Everyone’s gone crazy.”
“Oh, you finally noticed, have you?” comes the laconic reply.
Tim rolls his eyes. “Can you come over tonight? I need to talk to you.”
“Sure mate. At eight?”
Tim knows that means Chris will show up at any point between seven and nine. “Yes. See you later.”
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Re: Unprompted - pheromone spray, Tim/Chris, 2 PG-13
Date: 2011-10-30 05:43 pm (UTC)“But – "
Paula then looks at him. “Tim, I’ll give you all the attention you want in a bit,” she says.
Tim is already scared when Paula then moves to sit next to him on the sofa while Judith keeps ranting, Philip nodding along with her. Paula, as Tim expected, slowly slides closer until she almost ends up on his lap.
“Tim, we shouldn’t,” she whispers. “Not in front of your ex-wife.”
“That’s all right,” Tim replies, smiling at Judith. He tries to shuffle away, but Paula’s hand is on his thigh and slowly creeping higher. “Quite all right!”
Paula presses herself even closer against him. “Oh, Tim, you’re right, we should celebrate our love!” She grabs his head between her hands, and kisses him.
Tim manages to stop himself from yelping, and tries to shove her off, but her grip is too strong. She finally lets go, though, and he looks up to realise Judith is the one to have dragged her off him. She’s still got Paula by the back of her shirt, glaring at her. “Thanks,” Tim mutters. Hopefully now he and Judith can agree to get another social worker on their case.
“You can’t come between us,” Paula tells Judith. “You had your chance!”
Philip has got up to stand next to Tim, looking at him with some worry. "You all right there, Timmy?”
“Yes,” Tim says, feeling relieved. He gets up as well. “I think we can all agree Paula should pass our case to a colleague."
“Yes,” Judith agrees, still glaring at Paula as she shoves her over to her chair. Judith then moves to stand in front of Tim, more protective than he’s used from her. Philip is still standing next to him, and Tim assumes it’s Philip’s hand that’s rubbing a smoothing circle on his back. “Paula, there’s something very important you need to know about Tim.”
“I’m not interested in you, Paula!” Tim exclaims, pushing Philip’s hand away, and it returns a second later. Maybe he should let Philip. It is actually quite soothing. “Never have, never will.”
Judith smiles at him, for the first time in ages. “Exactly. Paula, the thing is, Tim is ours.”
“Exactly,” Tim agrees, then yelps as Philip’s hand suddenly drops to squeeze his arse. “What?”
Judith wraps her arms around him. “Tim,” she purrs. “It’s been leading up to this all along, it’s obvious.”
“Is it?” Tim asks, as Philip plasters himself to Tim’s other side, now rubbing his arse gently. “Philip!”
“I think you need to open yourself up to the possibilities, Timmy,” Philip tells him.
Tim pushes Philip away, and then shoves at Judith until she's standing a foot away from him and pouting. “I really shouldn’t,” he says, then grabs his jacket to flee once again.
-
“Chris,” he says, having rung the only person he can. “Everyone’s gone crazy.”
“Oh, you finally noticed, have you?” comes the laconic reply.
Tim rolls his eyes. “Can you come over tonight? I need to talk to you.”
“Sure mate. At eight?”
Tim knows that means Chris will show up at any point between seven and nine. “Yes. See you later.”
“Whatever,” Chris says, and hangs up.