-- JUST WANNA HOLD YOU (TIM)

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[/b]" he exclaimed, of course claiming to be the head villain. Why be just a lowly hyena when you could be a slightly gay, black-maned lion? Exactly. Tim couldn't count how many times they'd watched the Lion King, and even thinking about it made him sorry that they wouldn't be able to do that any more. Unless Chris spent a night elsewhere or something. He grinned when Carter admitted to believing it, too. Tim couldn't count how many times his mother had told them that, and how it had always worked. "All those years we could've been making faces at the dinner table... if only we'd known," he sighed wistfully, trying to imagine what life would have been like without the frozen-face fear. Not much different, probably. He gave the coffee shop a thoughtful look, then Carter a satisfied one. "I suppose it'll do." Then, he returned his friend's grin. "No, I guess they can't."

He giggled as he finally ducked away from Carter's hand, patting his hair in a useless attempt to straighten it all out again. "Like what, happy pills?" he asked with a conspiratorial grin. The thought of needing to rely on mediation in order to function and be happy was not incredibly tempting to Tim, but his friend was obviously joking. Then, giving the man a seductive look, he added, "I can think of a different sort of medication." He had no idea why he was being like this tonight, but he had a suspicion that it would amuse Carter. He nodded when the man said things were on their way to being great - that was definitely true. Especially since they'd already gotten a lot of what they'd needed to say off their chests.

"Yeah..." Tim nodded, then burst out laughing. "The Smithers to my Burns, the... hyenas? to my Scar, the Minime to my Dr. Evil..." he counted them off on his fingers, "I could go on." They seemed to always be having this conversation about their evil selves."Smithers and Burns is my favourite so far, though," he admitted. Not because he wanted to be a balding man with a long nose, but because he knew Smithers adored Mr. Burns, and liked to think that Carter adored him, too. Lucky for Carter, Tim was far more appreciative of his henchman than Mr. Burns. He matched Carter's shrug over whether the man saw things his way. It was true, though - after a bit of persuasion, his friend usually saw stuff from Tim's point of view. Not that Tim tried to control his mind, or anything like that - the man just seemed to like taking his side. "I guess. We usually end up agreeing on stuff, anyway," he pointed out.

"Yes, you are," he nodded in agreement with Carer's statement. All right, then, maybe he really did think Tim could play the keyboard well. In that case, Tim was seriously flattered. In fact, he was flattered every time his friend paid him a compliment, because they meant even more coming from the man he loved. He made a mental note to play music with Carter more often after all, if he really was awesome at piano, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe he'd even sing, just to make his friend happy. He really was too eager to please the man. "I'm glad to hear that," he replied when Carter assured him that he would be able to handle the cuddles. That was always the most important thing.

Tim sighed. Carter was right - not many people would have thought that having a nest of birds in one's beard was 'cool.' "I guess Peter and I have that in common," he laughed, thinking of how the cartoon character had adored those little chicks. "I've always wanted birds, anyway. I'd let you name one..." He said in a tempting manner, wondering if his friend would be able to resist such a valuable offer. He burst into laughter at Carter's opinion on beard-washing. "I don't think I'd be able to take myself seriously. Can you imagine like, lathering it in? Ahh," he shuddered, imagining how that would feel. Not pleasant. He raised his eyebrows when the man brought up brushing it. "I hadn't even thought of that... wow. How could any man put himself through that? If I get birds, they're staying in a cage. I have enough trouble with the hair on my head." That was too true. One false move, and Tim's hair would decide to become some sort of frizzy afro. Which was why he was sure to keep it trimmed. On the all-too-regular occasion that he couldn't make it settle down, he would just take the easy way out by straightening it or throwing a hat of some sort on. Or both.

"Sometimes...well, no," Tim admitted, unable to recall a time when Carter had actually insulted him. He laughed at the thing about the mirror - it was cheesy, but perfect nonetheless. This evening was going along more perfectly than he could have ever hoped, and it felt like their second kiss lasted for an eternity. Obviously it ended too soon, though, but Tim knew that wouldn't be the end of it. Even as Carter moved away slightly he could feel that more was coming. The fall onto the couch even had a sort of awkward grace to it, especially considering how quickly he'd registered it and the speed with which Carter brought back the kissing. He felt the man's hands move down his torso toward the hem of his shirt, pressing his lips more firmly against his friends' as Carter's fingers made contact with his skin. He moaned slightly as his hands dug into Tim's back, pulling him ever closer.

At Carter's laughter, Tim found himself becoming genuinely giddy, bursting into his own fit of giggles and gently collapsing on top of his friend. As he laughed, he rested his head on the man's chest, gripping at the couch with his fingers as if that might keep him from floating away on a cloud of pure happiness. He managed to calm himself down around the time Carter stopped laughing, lifting himself up slightly so as to stop suffocating him. At Carter's blind kiss, he let out another, breathy snicker. Then, in the privacy of the darkness, he expression became a bit more serious. Now would be the perfect time to tell his friend how he really felt... but would that ruin everything? It could all go from amazing to horrible in the blink of an eye: Carter might shove him off and leave, or be seriously disgusted, or even afraid. Tim didn't want any of that.

He shifted his weight to one hand, then moved his other so that it rested next to Carter's head. He could still feel his friend's hands on his skin, every point of contact burning in the most desirable way. "How long d'you think he'll be back there?" he asked quietly as the sounds of Brad's work continued. It wasn't the question he'd wanted to ask. Not by a long shot. There were so many things running through his mind, so much he wanted to know, and yet all too revealing to voice aloud. While he waited for his friend's reply, he absent-mindedly toyed with the other's hair, suddenly fascinated by its texture.

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[carter dominic andrews]

OOC. i always have the most muse when it's like midnight, haha, Carter's going "GET OUT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN BEFORE YOU CRASH" and then I end up with monsters like this...enjoy, hopefully!


Carter had the most confused expression fall across his face when his friend had demanded he'd been Scar instead of silly Ed. "But he doesn't have a messed up face," He commented before widening his eyes at what he had just said, "Not that your face is messed up, it's rather beautiful, but it's just what we were talking about you know?" He bit his lip, a nervous habit as he'd felt bad he'd just called his friends face messed up, but it's not like he'd meant it like that. It'd just went with the face'll stick if you make one too many bad faces conversation they were just having. He hadn't thought of his friends face as truly messed up though, in fact he'd quite loved the face of his best friend. He just grinned and nodded, "Your mother would have taken the broom to us or something, for sure." Taking the broom had been the term that Carter had used when Tim's mother would sweep Carter out of a room, especially while she'd been in the middle of sweeping the kitchen and he'd run through a pile of dirt. She would then, in sweeping motions, push him towards the door in a hilarious way. Carter seriously loved Tim's mother so much, she was such an animated and lovely woman, and Carter was always laughing while around her. When he had heard it'll do he just rolled his eyes grunting some stuffing his hands infront of his chest, "It better do," He sounded childish though had the most serious expression plastered across his face, but that did not last long as he looked up at his friend and burst into a fit of laughter.

After Tim had managed to get away from him he kept laughing as he watched him try to sort his hair out, "Why try to fix it, i'm only going to be messing up again in like two minutes." Carter was always messing around with his friends hair, it'd been one of his favorite features on the other man, so at least he was being honest with the other. That honest smile broke into a cheesy grin as he shrugged his shoulders some, "I could be, perhaps," he answered when his friend asked about happy pills. Carter did not believe that the man had needed any medication other than a well-dosed supply of Carter, no matter how lame that had sounded. He had seen what he could do to Tim when he was having a terrible day, it seemed the longer they were together the happier both became, but as Tim made that next statement Carter stopped even thinking as he just stared at the other blankly. Did he just- Even his own thoughts were cut short as he just stared blankly at him for what seemed like forever, but in reality it had been maybe fifteen seconds tops. That was a long time for him to stay silent though, that's for sure. "I bet you wouldn't need those pills, care to give it a shot?" He asked, his eyebrows wiggling as he walked towards his friend trying to strut seductively, but instead he had just made himself look like a goofish freak cowboy with this odd wide-legged stance he'd acheived somehow. "What the hell am I doing?" He quickly stood up straight and as smoothly as he could dusted off his clothes as he cleared his throat and walked back to his original spot near the couch, "Holy hell, talk about awkward." He teased himself as he grinned at his friend, trying to hold back raging laughter.

He found it harder than hell to hold back his laughter though as Tim started listing off numerous personifications, if that is what he'd refer to them as. He let out a snicker at the hyenas one, "Are you calling me dumb with a goofy face?" He asked, he hadn't liked that one. His snicker grew to to a boystrous laugh when he'd heard the last one, "Now you're calling me a bald midget!" He laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach, Austin Powers had been one of the dumbest movies that Carter could proudly admit to watching numerous times. "They're my favorite too, definitely," He nodded, it had been almost the spitting image of their relationship. One man longing for so long and desperately for another who had been entirely clueless to his desire, Carter would really have to think about doing the couple thing at Halloween and going as Smithers and Burns. He had the money so nothing was out of reach, and with a little time and creativity he was sure the two could pull off the best Burns and Smithers costumes. He would have to remember that and bring it up another time, now wasn't the place for such talk. "I'm sure we don't agree one hundred percent of the time, but pretty damn close eh?" He had of course agreed with his friend most of the time, but that was because most of the time he'd truly believed that his friend had the right idea. Tim was a very brilliant young man so of course Carter would agree with most everything he said.

He just smiled and nodded when his friend agreed that when it came to music Carter knew how to be serious, "It's pretty much the only thing I have going for myself in the end," He laughed knowing that it'd sounded lame, but Tim had to know that it was partially true. While he could get into most colleges and get an amazing job in a couple of years Carter knew that he'd probably be right where he was now, just without the boarding school to keep him occupied throughout the day. He wished he'd applied himself more but just could not get the passion needed for it. His passion rested in music, no matter whether he'd been playing guitar or bass (he'd had enough money to take proper lessons for both growing up), or even singing (though that hadn't been as often as he'd found his strength lied in the sound brought forth by his fingertips). "You should come up on stage with me one time," He threw the idea out there to see how Tim would take it. "At the coffee shop on Tuesdays I get barely fifteen people in there at night, so that would be perfect for you." The fewer people around the less nerves right? He grinned about the cuddles though just nodding, no way in hell could he ever deny the man some cuddle time, and if wrapping his arms around the other would work to solve a problem he'd been all for it. "All you'd have to do's say the words and my arms would fly right open," He showed the gesture as they sprung from his sides and out, Carter taking a step in to give his friend an exaggerated hug for just a few seconds before releasing him. "Couldn't be simpler."

Carter loved how the conversation could shift back and forth so easily, and as they continued talking about the beards and Family Guy Carter could not hold back the laughter. "You would get too emotionally involved wouldn't ya?" He shook his head, Tim had such a large heart, it was rather beautiful. He had been in the middle of laughing when he'd heard Tim mention letting me name one as instantly bird name ideas flooded into his mind. His friend hadn't even had the beard, nor the nest for the birdies in the first place, and here Carter was thinking out the perfect names. "Are you serious?" He laughed some when Tim let him know he'd always wanted birds, "Like just normal everyday birds, or like a parrot or something?" If it was a bird Tim wanted Carter could get it for him, he could climb right up a tree and steal a nest or something, but of course he wouldn't as it'd been bad. The thought would be there though and he'd hoped that'd been enough. "You could be like one of those shampoo commercials where they're having an orgasm in the shower, I could see you rubbing it in all sexy like-" He did the motions as he pretended to lather up his chin as he threw his head back some moaning rather loudly like they would on the commercial, and of course he threw in a little sway in the hips just for it to look good. "What the hell is that?" They could hear Brad call from the back, laughter apparantly following his question. "Nothing, Tim's just got me bent right over the couch and we're going at it like rabbits out here." He called back putting his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't burst out laughing, "Just don't make a mess!" Carter could not believe that, although he'd been joking, Brad had only cared about the mess. He gave his friend a suggestive grin, "You know since he doesn't seem to care we could always," Again with the wiggle of the eyebrows as he burst out into tiny fits of giggles, honestly Brad was damn cool for putting up with him. "Your hair is not a problem, I like it!" He mentioned once more after Tim had been done his thoughts.

The two were doing good at keeping the conversation after they had gotten over the awkward beginning, or at least they were doing good until Tim had darkened the room and leapt into Carter's arms. From there the conversation had died, but something so much more exciting came into play. The first kiss, well Carter had sucked at it as he'd been caught off guard, but he made sure to make up for the failure the second time around as his lips lashed against the others feverishly. He wanted Tim and he wanted him bad, that much was for certain as he pulled him down ontop of him knowing that'd close any gap that might be between the two of them. His hands, well placing them on the others sides helped as he'd needed to feel his skin, and that moan that'd escaped Tim's mouth had sent Carter wild as he arched his back off the couch some so their chests could be touching, honestly he'd seen no point in Tim holding himself off of Carter even the slightest bit. He was not worried about being suffocated, so when he'd finally gotten Tim to rest his entire body against his he'd felt like a kid in a candystore. His hands stayed firmly on his sides as he could feel every curve of the man on tops body, this sending his arrousal through the roof as he was finding it hard keeping his body calm. It was raging beneath Tim and Carter knew what he'd wanted, but he'd also remembered where the two had been.

The laughter, well that had been nothing more than a joke so Brad wouldn't get suspicious and come out there looking for them. He'd see that it was dark and would turn the lights back up, Carter could not let his friend know there had been another remote in the back, and speaking of remote Carter hadn't even felt it in Tim's hand anymore so where in the world had it ran off to? He didn't care, all that mattered was this time with Tim right now. He knew it could not last forever so he had to take advantage while he could. He could feel his heartrate accelerate when the other completely fell ontop of him, his head resting on Carter's chest, and his breathing became heavier (not because he'd been squishing him because that wasn't the case at all, but he was trying to keep himself from getting too excited in this moment). His friend had the cutest damn laugh and Carter just could not stop laughing while he'd heard the other one going, but after the blind kiss things at least did start to calm down for the both of them. He figured that'd been enough laughing for now, and since he hadn't heard Brad coming towards the door he figured it'd worked. These two were just so brilliant.

Carter, refusing to move his hands, let his thumb trace along the skin on Tim's side as Carter snaked it around the mans waistline. When he had heard his friends question burning curiousity filled his mind, but instead of asking anything in return he simply leaned up brushing a kiss against the others lips, "A while," He whispered against the others lips as he tugged at the others lip with his teeth getting him to fall back ontop of him, his lips having been away from the others for far too long and he'd needed his next fix. "We're fine, I promise." He whispered thinking that Tim had needed a little more assurance. "You're not getting nervous are you?" He asked hoping that this beautiful aggressive Tim he'd witnessed tonight was not going back into hiding, he was not done with him yet. "I can't believe i've avoided the room this long, i've missed this so much." He had to be honest as he hadn't ben thinking and just spoke from his heart. He had to stop himself from rambling too much as he moved one hand to cup the back of the others neck as he pulled him closer until their lips found one anothers again, Carter as passionate as before.

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Tim gave Carter a look of false offense, but began laughing almost immediately as his friend realized what he'd said. Really, if Tim were to get mad at him, it wouldn't be for implying that his face was messed up. "I meant that I don't want to be Ed. I want to be the head hauncho," he explained, realizing that it would have been impossible for Carter to understand his little change in topic without being able to read his thought processes. And since those were locked up in his head... well. With a sly grin, he added, "I'm glad you think my face is beautiful though." Hopefully that was true - if Carter found Tim good-looking, he would be more likely to love him back. Because Carter's really that shallow, he thought to himself, knowing that good looks wouldn't be the only thing to influence the man's heart. He laughed again when his friend brought up the broom. He had a feeling they'd both secretly loved his mom's playful way of getting them to piss off. For some reason, pretending to be dirt pursued by some sort of evil, giant broom monster was nothing less than exhilarating. "That was the best," he sighed, remembering it all with a fond expression. Too bad they were too old for it now.

Tim lowered his hands from his head, sighing. "I guess you're right," he gave in without much trouble. Especially if they had that much-missed cuddle time, Tim's hair would be toast. He blushed slightly at Carter's reaction to his slightly unusual use of sexual innuendo, but tried to maintain his expression. To tell the truth, he kind of loved it when he managed to completely shock his friend like that. He didn't do it often... at least, he hadn't in the past. Lately, though, it seemed like he was bringing up stuff like that a lot more in an attempt to gauge Carter's reaction, or give him the hint, or something. Or maybe Tim was just becoming more confident. When, finally, the man thought up a response, Tim let his laughter loose. His friend's attempt to walk seductively was the final straw, and he ended up doubled over and extremely breathless. He couldn't even say anything, it was all too hilarious.

He frowned, then shook his head slowly. In the lion king, there really wasn't a proper henchman for Scar, so maybe that wouldn't work after all. Then, inspiration struck. "Screw Scar, I'll be Pumba and you'll be Timon. Because I eat a lot and... you're small," he grinned to let Carter know he was joking. For Tim, he was pretty much the perfect size. Of course, Tim would never take back the Minime one - that was just too brilliant. "First of all, we'd both be bald, and like I said, you're small." By the time he was through with his friend, the man would probably go out and buy growing pills or something. As long as they didn't work too well that would be cool. He was glad at their agreement about Mr. Burns and Smithers. "Yeah, for once I get to be the rich guy," he realized, "I'll be able to spoil you for once!" Tim would be the first to admit that he was more excited about this than he should've been. He'd always wanted to be able to show Carter just how much he appreciated him, but he didn't really know how. If he had money, he would shower him with gifts and all sorts of things in addition to giving him the stuff money couldn't buy. "Yeah, I mean, we agreed on Smithers and Burns," he pointed out, proud at being able to display proof of their compatibility.

"At least you've got something," he smiled optimistically, "and at least you've also got the talent to back it up." Tim had always been a bit jealous that Carter knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Sometimes, he just wanted to forget about school and post-secondary education and do something crazy like try to make it in the entertainment industry. It would be hard, but... somehow easier. At the moment he was seriously lacking direction. Almost as if he'd read his mind, Carter came up with the idea for Tim to perform with him. As expected, Tim was absolutely terrified by the idea, but he did actually consider it. "I don't know... I'd probably cramp your style. And mess up. A lot. What if they booed me?" That last bit had been a sort-of joke, since he couldn't care less whether people booed him. If they felt the need, that was their problem. He bit his lip, knowing that Carter was absolutely serious, but Tim needed a bit more persuading. As his friend's arms clasped tightly around him, Tim giggled happily. "See, I already feel better!"

"Yeah.. I just wouldn't want those birds to ever leave the nest. I'd probably cry when they did," he sighed, not afraid to admit such a lapse in stereotypical masculinity. He loved how excited his friend had become at the prospect of being able to name a bird- it was little things like that which made the man unlike no one else Tim had ever met. He was a bit surprised by Carter's interest in his claim that he'd always wanted a bird, and it took him a moment to reply. "I.. don't know. Probably a smallish bird, or maybe two birds. We could each get a bird, and name them Smithers and Burns, and they could be like... little bird us!" he exclaimed, then laughed at the cheesiness of that idea. It would be brilliant if they actually did it, though. His laughter only became more pronounced at his friend's description of those hair commercials, and his display of the beard version. "Aw, yeah," he joined in with the moaning, massaging his own chin, "feel the clean." Oh, what Brad must think of them now. Of course, their hard-working friend chose that moment to call out to them, and Tim quieted down guiltily. He began giggling at Carter's reply, even more so that Brad hardly seemed disturbed by it. "Yeah, let's get it on," he looked over at the couch. If only.

Obviously, they actually did find themselves on that couch in not much time at all. Tim had been frightened that, when he let that moan pass his lips, Carter would realize he was too into this. However, he needn't have worried. As, finally, their bodies made contact again, Tim had to work even harder to stay in control. Still, he couldn't keep himself off his friend long enough to take proper care of the problem. Figuring he shouldn't worry too much about suffocating the man, he finally rested his full weight down, using his hands only to provide leverage so that he could kiss him properly. And a proper kiss it was. Good enough that it sent an addictive heat through Tim's body, consuming all other thoughts completely. He really hated being kept away from Carter for any length of time, because it meant that when they finally managed to do this again, he was less careful than usual.

When he was reminded of Brad, Tim was also reminded of the remote. Where had it gone? He'd been holding it when he first kissed Carter, but somewhere between then and the couch it had fallen from his fingers. It was probably on the floor... they'd have fun looking for it later. At the very least, Brad seemed to have been appeased by their laughter, and Tim eagerly awaited a continuation of their whatever-this-was. Tryst, he decided. With the darkness and the secrecy, it was almost like it was forbidding, which really excited his secret romantic side. When he felt Carter's thumb move against his skin, he shivered with undisguised pleasure. His logic was no longer a part of this - both his mind and his body had thrown it to the dogs, acting on the ever-present craving for more. He smiled into his friend's lips. He eagerly returned to his original position above the man, kissing him briefly as he did so. "Good," he replied, then boldly answered Carter's question with, "just the opposite." Well, apparently he had some sort of secret sexual side. "I think I'm kinkier in the dark," he added suddenly. That would explain a lot. He had to smile when his friend admitted that he, too, had missed doing this... maybe he also saw something more in what was only supposed to be a simple friendship. "Me, too," he admitted, figuring the man deserved at least that much in return. When Carter pulled him back in for another kiss, Tim ran his fingers deeper into the man's hair, wanting to touch him as much as possible. After all, it wasn't enough that their bodies were pressed together, radiating more than one type of heat.

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Carter, still looking puzzled, stayed silent for a moment as he thought about the movie. "I thought Simba was the-" And then it clicked, right as he was finishing his sentence the whole super villian constant conversations came to his mind. He looked at Tim with a blank expression for seconds, about as long as he could pull it off, before he started to frown and shake his head. "Scar won't do, he dies in the end." He kept shaking his head, if Tim were going to be anyone Carter would rather have it a stupid hyena than a dead lion. "You could be like that one in the second one, Kovu, raised a villian until you fell for the kings daughter-" At this time he pointed to himself to represent the princess, "And then you turned into the hero, not dead either." It was sad how well he'd known movies like that, but when you grow up with shitty parents you end up spending a lot of time infront of the television when you're around home. Luckily he'd had Tim and his family to rely on, without them he'd been in a lot worse state of mind. "I'm glad you take care of your face?" He hadn't a clue what he should have said but figured that'd been better than nothing.

"That doesn't mean go home and shave it though," He was always freaked out that his friend would do something drastic like that. He had loved Tim's hair, both of them had known it, so it seemed that one way to completely gut him would be to chop off the beautiful locks and be nothing more than bald. He could not even picture his friend bald though, a snicker falling from his lips as an image of a wrinkly skinned Timmy came rushing through his mind. "You have to promise me that no matter what happens you won't cut your hair, like ever." He had to cement that statement into the other's mind, the hair was not to be messed with so drastically he'd hoped. He hadn't actually thought he'd had that much say in how Tim ran his life, or managed his hair for that matter, so instead of continuing he just shrugged pulling his lips together to form a faint curve of a smile, "Please?" He whispered, but then his whole entire attitude changed almost in the blink of an eye as he started his seductive strut, or the pathetic attempt for one anyway. "What, am I not sexy enough for you?" He asked bursting into a fit of wild laughter. Each time he'd heard the team Smithers and Burns mentioned he couldn't help but chuckle some, but he agreed as he nodded with the broadest smile plastered across his lips.

The laughter did manage to die down as the two were finally back to normal, or at least Carter had thought so until Timon and Pumba had been brought up. The most puzzled look came over his face as he just watched his friend for a second. "You're right about that," He snickered before a look of horror washed across his face, "HEY! I'm not small," He demanded, a sly smirk dancing across his lips finally, "At least not where it matters." Yes, Carter had turned the tables and it had been him with the sexual innuendo, if you could call it that. His mouth dropped open once again when the word small fell from Timmy's tongue, "I'm not liking where this conversation is going," Carter had known that he had been on the small side though so at least his friend was only stating the obvious. "You wait, you're going to wake up one day and i'm going to have gone through some crazy growth spurt and i'll be like seven feet tall!" He burst out laughing at the thought, he'd be labeled a freak and would probably look the part. He knew his growing days had been done though, unfortunately. "You are rich," Carter told him straight up completely confused as to why his friend would say it as only a possibility, "And you do spoil me,"[/color He let the other know that as well as he tapped him on the forehead, "You're rich in there, see?" He asked with a grin, Timmy's affection was priceless in Carter's eyes.

Carter stopped talking for a minute to think as he watched his friend carefully. "Talent?" He grinned at the compliment and nodded, "I guess you're right, i've seen too many piss poor artists out there." He liked to call himself an artist even though he hadn't fit the bill, most were broke and starving between gigs and here he was sitting around feasting like a king. He didn't mind though, it made the music much more of a leisure activity that Carter found he enjoyed. "I don't even have a style yet," He burst out laughing as he looked at his ultimately nervous friend. He was just throwing the idea of the show out at him and Tim seemed all nervous already. Carter had found it so cute and refreshing, "YOu want to know the best part about playing your own music live?" He asked, this being the truth, "When you mess up people won't even notice. As long as you just keep playing and don't start shouting swears or something," He could see Tim getting mad and throwing his keyboard well across the room or something, although he knew it would never happen as Tim's temper had never peaked like that he still couldn't help himself from laughing at the idea of it all. "You know you wouldn't mess up though," Tim might get nervous but Carter thought that he could handle it rather well, Tim's voice was meant to be heard in his opinion. "And i'd be right beside you so it shouldn't matter what others have to say, it'd pretty much just be the two of us up there, that's it." When he played he could tune people out, and that of course is a trick that he could teach Timmy to do. "You'd be with me so everything would be alright." He told him and just grinned as he'd hugged him and Tim mentioned that he'd been better already.

Carter just gave Tim the cutest smile as he talked about the birds, "You would be the coolest mama bird!" He teased, though he did know that his friend would probably have a hard time if he had gotten into that situation. Carter wondered if he had loved him like he could those birds, obviously the two had been around each other enough, but Carter could never leave him even if only to see the reaction he could get from the man. That would be cruel and Carter could never dream of doing something like that. "After they leave you'd have the empty nest syndrome," He stayed serious for about a minute after that, and even that had been hard as he'd wanted to crack up from the start. He thought that had been hilarious, but then again he found most everything funny so it really wasn't too big of a deal. "I'm afraid to ask if you're being serious," He joked as he watched the man talk about what they could get for birds, the smithers and burns thing cracking him up once more. "What about the laser cat though, don't they eat birds?" He asked, a mock look of horror flashed across his face as he'd thought of Smithers being chomped up by a laser cat. The humorous image of a feather flying from his mouth was rather hilarious though and had him laughing slightly.

What had him really rolling had been when Tim had insisted on joining him when they were imitating the commercials. He, while trying to keep up on his end, could not help but keep looking over at his friend completely in love with the goofball. The feel the clean had Carter almost in stitches as his moans were fighting laughter, leaving him with an almost awkward childish sound that he couldn't even explain. Hearing Brad calling out to them had been hilarious as both boys joined together in a band of roaring laughter, and of course when he'd been so laid back after what Carter had said he couldn't help but laugh even harder. It was probably more the fact that his friend had known it probably wouldn't be happening like that. He had told Brad a little about the relationship that him and his best friend had, so of course the man had been wise enough to know that neither had bent the other over anything in there, not that the idea wasn't thrilling in Carter's mind just going at it in some public place like this. Carter mirrored Tim's action as he looked over at the couch as well, if only he thought wishing that his friend had been at least feeling the same way he had about everything.

Although the pair had been laughing and joking around it did not seem like much time until the two had been hugged tightly together on the couch. Not only that but tonight Tim had taken the lead leaving Carter hot under the collar, and not in the bad way at all. Each second the man, slightly larger than him, was ontop of him made him want him that much more. The urge to just tear at his clothes was creeping up though Carter knew he had to fight it. He knew it would be hard and he'd wanted nothing more than to just let go and be with this man, but he also knew that they weren't in any place (both physically and emotionally) where that could happen. Eh, wishful thinking He thought to himself grinning against the others lips as he broke the kiss, pecking them softly twice before leaning his head back on the couch to take another quick breather. Carter's lips were screaming to connect with Tim's once more but Carter knew better, it was rather sad that he literally had to remind himself to breath sometimes while around his friend, and surely tonight had been one of those nights from the second Tim had played the spy and jumped into his arms.

Carter knew that this could not continue the entire night, or at least not here, but he was not ready to leave yet and having Tim on top of him had been so warm and inviting. He did have to make mention of the third in the room, or something like that as Brad had been in the back and there wasn't a chance that he could see them all the way out here. If Carter would have known this was going to happen he would have invited Tim to the shop at the beginning of the week, but something about not seeing him for nearly a week gave their time together that added spark that intensified things in ways one couldn't even begin to describe. "Opposite?" He had been so excited that while he said this word his voice cracked some as he had to clear his throat to appear more manly, he was just too damn excited at the way his friend had been acting tonight. For once Timmy had found the dominance and Carter, well Carter was eating it right up loving every minute of it. "How kinky?" He asked, a bit of playfulness in his voice and an almost challenging after-tone. Honestly Carter could not understand why he'd been talking like that, what was he even challenging the man to do? Show him how kinky he could get? Carter knew that that had been rather far fetched, but it was still an idea that had him grinning from ear to ear. Thank god it'd been dark and he couldn't be seen. Hearing that his friend had missed this just as much was an added bonus as Carter found himself closing his eyes as his mind wandered while he could feel Tim's fingers against his scalp entangling themselves throughout the mess of hair on the top of his head. Carter had been turned on by even this as his fingertips pressed against the mans sides trying to distract himself, but it obviously wasn't working as Timmy had successfully sent his mind into some erotic fantasy world. Even if the two weren't kissing constantly Carter liked the fact that their touches could satisfy one another, everything about Tim had been satisfying to Carter though, that much was the truth.

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[/b]" he claimed, beaming proudly at himself. Of course, his natural goodness would prevent him from ever being quite as evil as Scar, so he would never have offed Simba's father in the first place. He would find a different way of taking over. He laughed at Carter's idea. It was actually perfect. "Oh, yes, one look into your lovely eyes and the ice surrounding my heart melted..." he clutched his chest, sighing at the beauty of it all, looking into his friend's eyes. If Tim really were evil, Carter would've been able to do exactly that - not that he would admit it just yet. He just shook his head at the man's next words. Now would be a good time to stop talking about the beauty of his face.

Tim managed to look horrified at the notion of shaving his hair off. Sure, it could be a hassle, but it was also kind of his thing: his distinguishing feature. Without it, he'd simply be... well, a bald guy. With freckles. Immediately, his brain flew off track, trying to figure out if he'd ever actually seen a bald guy with freckles. He'd never thought about it before, but it seemed rare. "I could be the first bald guy with freckles!" he blurted, then blushed. He hadn't meant to say that out loud, but it was too late now. Carter had probably seen loads of bald guys with freckles, and would now think he was some sort of blind idiot. "But what if I get really mad at you and decide to shave my head as revenge?" he asked. He would never be able to bring himself to do that, of course, but it was a funny thought. He could just imagine them getting into a big fight, and himself stalking into the bathroom to pull out the razor while Carter screamed, 'noooo' and leapt forward in an attempt to rip the device from his hands before the damage could be done... knowing Tim's luck, he'd get a chunk of hair off before it happened, and have to walk around with a wierd bald patch in his head for a month until it grew back. "We'll see," was his response to Carter's 'please,' "but I hear the Vin Diesel look gonna be big this year." He gave the other a sly grin, quite enjoying this. He would be sure to use his hair as leverage in the future. "Actually, I think you're too sexy for me," Tim finally managed to speak through his laughter.

Tim had always been proud of his eating habits, so he didn't take any offense to Carter's agreement. Besides, Pumba was the best. Tim got chills every time he sang 'when I was a young warthog.' "Damn.. I should've seen that coming," he sighed as his friend immediately thought up a sexual joke related to size. He couldn't help but laugh, though he was a bit embarrassed. The mishievous smile returned to his lips when he mentioned the man's smallness again. Teasing Carter was great fun. He feigned a look of horror when he threatened to have some sort of creepy growth spurt, looking up to the place above them where he thought a seven-foot-tall man's face might be. Then, he returned his gaze to his friend, wearing a pleading expression. "Please don't. You're perfect the way you are... fun-sized!" Well, that probably hadn't been of much help, but 'fun-sized' sounded a bit better than just plain 'short.' He raised an eyebrow as Carter called him 'rich.' Tim had never been the sort to dream of piles of gold and big, fat bank accounts, but right then that's what he'd been talking about. Everything became clear as Carter continued, though, and he grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus I've got you." He patted the man on the shoulder, making his appreciation clear.

Tim rolled his eyes when Carter mentioned his lack of having a defined style. He didn't know much about the music industry, but he'd always thought it was kind of dumb that everyone needed to be categorized according to their 'style.' If everyone just played music and allowed themselves to explore different possibilities and sounds, it would be a much more open community. That was only his opinion, though, and he hardly saw it becoming a reality any time soon. He glared when the man found his nervousness amusing. "Okay, Carter, what is the best part about playing your own music live?" he asked with sarcastic enthusiasm. He had to laugh at his friend's answer, though. "Yeah, I guess if you manage to just keep going they forget about it soon enough," he mused. It wasn't like they'd have a tough crowd playing in the coffee shop - if anything, the crowd would be more of a sparse scattering of customers, and no one would be paying too much attention to them. He gave Carter a disbelieving look when he said Tim wouldn't mess up. "I so would. Just you wait and see - it'll take like five seconds, tops." When it came to life and school and everything, Tim could operate well under pressure. But when it came to performing his nerves always got the best of him. Or so he figured. His only proof of this was a school play in grade seven, when he'd had all of one line and still managed to forget it. He nodded slowly as his friend continued. It couldn't hurt, really. So what if he made a fool of himself? He'd done it before and survived. Besides, it would mean spending more time with Carter, and making him happy, evidently.

"Yeah!" Tim agreed with childish certainty when Carter said he'd be a cool mama bird. He did have a sort of motherly streak in him, he supposed... probably because he'd been a mama's boy when growing up, and he'd had tonnes of practise keeping his friend out of trouble. What a great pickup line that would be: 'I'm like a mother, wanna come upstairs?' He smirked, then laughed when Carter brought up empty nest syndrome. "Good one," he commended him for coming up with it so quickly. Tim would miss those birds, though. "I'd probably hole myself up in my room with buckets of ice cream and a stack of coming-of-age movies for a couple of weeks," he added with a sigh, "I mean, I'd keep the ice cream in the freezer until I needed it, which means I'd have to leave my room once in a while... but for the most part..." he cast a sad look toward the window, imagining his baby birds flying off to begin their own lives. He waved off the comment about the laser cat. "It can live in my lair, the birds can live in our house. It would be awesome though, wouldn't it?" he couldn't help but imagine it becoming a reality sometime in the future. Birds probably weren't allowed in the dorms, anyway, and Chris might not like having to live with Carter and his winged counterpart.

It felt incredibly good to be laughing uncontrollably with Carter again, and Tim realized that this was one of the other things he'd missed. Since neither of them knew Chris very well, they weren't sure how much lameness they would be able to get away with, so even if his two room mates weren't avoiding the dorm he and Carter would have had to cut down on the immature goofing off. Of course, when his friend pulled him onto the couch, he was hardly thinking about joking around with him. To be perfectly honest, Tim wouldn't have minded just laying in that tangle of arms and legs for the rest of his life, feeling Carter's warmth beneath him, the rise and fall of his chest, his hands against his skin, Tim's fingers still messing with his hair... Tim giggled as another wave of happiness washed over him. He accepted the man's quick kisses without any hesitation, then caught his breath as well, grinning into the darkness.

Tim blushed at his own forwardness, especially when he heard Carter's surprised-sounding reply. He still wasn't quite sure where that had come from. It was kind of like he was at some sort of crossroads between the old, timid Tim and a new, more confident Tim. The old one would have done anything to save his friendship with Carter, and had held back from this sort of thing in every way possible, not wanting to ruin it. The new Tim was reckless. The new Tim knew that Carter was the only one who could ever make him feel this way, and the new Tim wanted to let the man know. As for the actual Tim, well, he was still in the transitioning stage. He had the balance in his hand, weighing the safe choice against the choice that could possibly give him everything he'd ever wanted - or take it all away. Both had their pros and cons. The time for making the decision was not now. Tim figured he should just roll with what he'd said, but maybe reel himself in a bit. He didn't want to go too far into the unknown territory of new Tim, after all.

He had to grin when Carter asked 'how kinky,' though. It seemed as if his friend had noticed the change in Tim, too, and maybe even liked it. Which was a thrilling thought all on its own. "I don't know. Maybe one day you'll find out," he replied, then laughed. Saying stuff like that was both terrifying and liberating at the same time, and gave him a strange rush. It was almost as if he were in control of the situation for once, when usually he was just blindly giving in to Carter, throwing everything onto the table and hoping desperately that his friend might accept. Now, he'd simply implied that he might do something kinky, but in his own time. Obviously not tonight given Brad's ever-tangible presence. After a while, Tim realized that he'd been focusing more on his thoughts than on what was currently happening. He couldn't believe that anything would distract him from this.. not willing to waste another moment of the present, he detached himself from old Tim and new Tim, becoming just Tim. For a moment, he just played with Carter's hair, smiling to himself. Then, he leaned forward to kiss his friend at the corner of his jaw before resting his head on his chest once more. "You're a hundred times better than my bed," he said quietly.

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Carter, looking entirely thrilled, grinned and nodded when Tim told him he'd been far too smart to die. "You'd be badass like Scar with the brains of Rafiki?" He was proud of himself for remembering that name, the goofy grin laying stretched across his face showing his pride. He loved how both of them were beaming for two completely different reasons, and yet it'd happened to deal with The Lion King. He couldn't help but laugh, boys on the verge of become men after high school and they were still having conversations revolving around Disney movies. If Carter was smart enough he could see metaphors and other cool things in these conversations, but for a simple mind like his he hadn't figured anything other than the obvious in their chat. He did laugh once more when his friend clutched his heart, the image of it being more than enduring on his mind, and as he'd heard the sigh Carter's laughter broke into nothing more than the softest most delicate smile. "I do tend to have that effect on people," He grinned, of course talking about the softening of the mans heart. "I bet I could even make an ogre do charity work with a few bats of the eyelashes," He grinned, of course batting his eyelashes a few times for the comedic effect.

Watching his friends horrified expression brought a bright smile to Carter's face. Just the thought alone of him doing it was scary enough for the both of them, so Carter knew that he probably would never have to deal with it actually happening. He had no idea what he would do if his friend walked into the room one day with no hair. He did know one thing though, he'd probably have a tantrum about not getting to entangle his fingers in it any time he'd wanted. He was starting to let his mind slip from the present in fantasy of the two together just laying on his bed cuddling while Carter twirled a lock of Tim's hair in a calming fashion, but as he heard his friend pipe up his mind quickly shot back to their conversation as he stared at the man with a bewildered look on his face. "The first?" Carter, looking deep in thought now, tried to figure out someone who had been bald with freckles. He honestly couldn't even think of too many people who'd been bald in the first place, so finding one with freckles was proving to be quite a problem. "That'd look good on a college application I bet, you could put that you're in a minority," He grinned, once again proud that he could come up with something as smart as that, but soon that grin fell from his lips as he'd had to ask the question, "That is what they're called right?"

Carter could probably be a rather intelligent man if he'd applied himself and wasn't always second guessing everything that he said. His eyes widened, again horror striking all facial features, as he looked at the other talking about cutting off the locks for revenge. "There's other things you can do for revenge, just don't mess with the hair." He shook his head once more, he would not give in on this topic. He would not see his best friend shaving his hair off, or at least he hoped he wouldn't although he wasn't the boss and Tim's body was his to command, not Carter's. Not that Carter wouldn't mind commanding Tim's body every now and then, again he'd fallen off topic on something that'd only get him in trouble so he had to stop thinking about it. He did grin when he'd heard his friends we'll see, that being better than nothing at least, but at the Vin Diesel comment Carter shot him a playful glare. "He can rock being bald because he'll just kick your ass if you don't find him hot, you'd be defenseless!" He stepped over to try and pick up his friends arm to show that it'd been weak, of course thus continuing with the joke. "You think so?" Carter finally asked about him being too sexy, "If that's the case maybe I should call up Diesel and we can be the couple of the millenium for our sexiness and trend setting." He puffed out his chest like he'd been important as he looked at his friend.

"You could see it coming from a half a mile!" Carter kept the joke going a little before bursting into a fit of laughter mixed with some tears falling down his cheek. He did think that he'd had the upperhand in the conversation when he had threatened to grow to a monstrous height, but when his friend eyed him with those beautiful pleading beauties he started to soften up inside and just sighed, "How about we make a deal? I won't grow to some enormous goon size if you don't shave your hair?" He thought that was acceptable as he grinned at his friend, "But the second you come through that door with a bald head i'm going to have a growth spurt like you wouldn't believe! Shoot up like a bean pole." He jumped up making a weird woosh sound as he startled himself some from the energy that'd just came out of nowhere. He did have to laugh at the word fun-sized though, obviously it had been a take on the word small but there was nothing Carter could do about that. At least it'd had the word fun in it right? He shook his head laughing some, "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?" Carter became confused losing all focus on the conversation when his friend had patted him on the shoulder saying he'd had him. Carter just laughed and nodded, "You're pretty much stuck with me whether you like it or not," was what had came from his mouth even though he'd wished to say so much more. He did not want to get into trouble though so he stayed silent.

Carter loved chatting about music, and even moreso when his friend had been involved somehow. He knew that it would take a lot to get him to play anywhere else but in the comfort of their own dorm, but if that's all he could get then he'd have to settle for the private concerts. His best friend did have quite the amazing voice. It was all just a matter of showing it to the world instead of hiding behind it. Carter wished that he could just take all the nerves away from his friend but he knew that couldn't be the case. "Can't forget about something they knew nothing about in the first place," He smirked, Carter had always believed that if you held yourself together and didn't even look bothered the crowd would never know any better. It was so easy fooling everyone. He laughed though at the thought of it all, "Like the other night. I'm coming into the chorus of a song the bands been working on and I completely fuck it up for something else, but instead of freaking out about it I just played it out and you know what?" This story was hopefully going to lessen the others nerves at least a little. "It actually fit and we ended up changing the sound to fit what i'd done, well sort of." He loved knowing that although he'd screwed up majorly the band that he'd been with was able to help him out. He wasn't sure how easy it would be if he were to mess up on his own though with nobody else to back him up. All this time he'd been trying to make Tim feel better about the whole idea of it all, but as soon as Tim made that last remark Carter burst out laughing and nodded. "You're probably right, you'd mess up terribly and end up humiliating the both of us." He rolled his eyes, that probably hadn't helped the situation but he sure did hope that Tim knew he'd been joking.

Carter still laughed at the thought of that nasty beard on beautiful Tim's face. He just couldn't though. No matter how hard he tried to envision such a thing it just never happened. When Tim had complimented him on his choice of words he bowed down some laughing all the while, "Thank you, thank you, i'd like to thank the acad-" By this time his hands had been held up like he'd been holding onto an award, "Not time for that is it?" He shook his head laughing at himself before calming down. If anyone outside would see the amount of laughter these two were doing they'd probably think they were drugged up on something, but it was just pretty much the way the two acted around one another. Although it seemed rather insane to the outside world for the both of them it'd been rather normal. He could see Tim doing something like that too, the ice cream and movies, and frowned some shaking his head, "Nah, because that is where I come in. I wouldn't let you mope and be sad since you'd be far too busy having a damn good time with me. I'd bring you all over and show you the world, you'd forget all about those birds." He then grinned wider than he had all night, "Or with all the money I have saved up I could just buy you a plane and we could follow them around so you'd never be apart, GENIOUS!" He barely breathed as he'd wanted to get all of that out in one sentence, and it didn't even matter that he hadn't had that kind of cash because it was more the thought than anything. He continued to shake his head though as Tim made it sound like he'd be all down and feeling sorry for himself. Carter would be there to make him feel better, no matter what, because his friend meant the world to him. "Did you just say our house?" He smirked loving that he'd caught onto that. He had known he'd be with Tim for most always, but hearing the other bring it up was always nice.

It was sad really how easily Carter could forget the entire conversation they had before their lips met, or even the entire week where the two had not been around one another, but as their bodies landed on the couch nothing was on his mind other than wanting his friend. His body was throwing major urges out that Carter had to calm down so his friend wouldn't feel awkward, not that two straight men making out hadn't been awkward enough right? Carter knew his sexuality, or at least he'd had a pretty firm grasp of it, but he'd still been on the fence when it came to which way his friend had leaned. Of course there were the kisses and advances that Tim would make on him, that lead him to believe that he'd had a thing for men, but then he'd been the only one that Timmy seemed to do that with so it confused him. Tim spent more time with women then men when Carter wasn't around so maybe he was straight with some weird best friend fetish or something? He had no idea but now was not the time to think about all of this, as far as he was concerned no matter his sexuality right now he knew his best friend was into him. Carter would be lying if he said he'd known what was going on right now though, this was all new to him, but that hadn't meant that he wasn't liking every minute of their bodies pressed together. The kisses, although Carter had at least held back his hunger for the other man by just releasing soft and gentle kisses more than anything, were starting to get to him as he'd wanted nothing more than to just put everything on the line to let the other know his true feelings. Sadly that couldn't happen, not right now anyway, not when things were finally back to normal and going so good for them. Poor Brad, if he'd walked out and found them like this he'd probably have a heartattack or something.

Carter had found it easier to calm himself down when he was talking to Tim though, so when he had the chance he of course asked the question so he could take a moments breather. He could not believe all of this was happening yet again, and yet right here knowing that he couldn't go all the way with Tim had made him actually feel stronger and confident. In the comfort of their own room he would have been off taking a shower by now of course leaving Tim pissed off probably, but here since he'd known it couldn't get carried away he'd had no problem. He knew the two would have to get off one another eventually, but as long as Brad had still been working Carter hadn't seen a problem with this. At least they weren't making a mess of anything right? "One day?" He pouted shaking his head against the couch acting childish, "But I want to find out now!" He demanded, his voice low so Brad could not hear him although he was way in the back. He knew that Tim could not show him right here just how kinky he could be, but the thought was there and that's all that Carter had needed to start feeling his entire body temperature raise. Carter, taking a deep breath as his friend rested his head against his chest once more, just grinned as his hand came to press lightly against where Tim had just kissed. He had loved this man in his arms so much and it sucked that he could not say anything. "I'm all lumpy though, I couldn't make that good of a bed," He then giggled at what he'd said as he brought his hands to rest on the other mans back while he laid there, this had to be the most comfortable he'd been in a weeks time. "You're a bit heavier than my normal blanket but I could get used to this," If Carter had been the bed Tim obviously had to be the blanket, it was as simple as that.

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[/b]" Tim exclaimed, glad that Carter understood him. He hoped they would never be too grown-up to have conversations about Disney movies.. he could easily imagine them as old men, sitting on their rocking chairs, arguing over which was the worst villain of all time, or the hottest princess, or the best animal sidekick. The nurses at the old folks' home would love them. He grinned back to Carter as the man spoke again. "Oh, of course you do!" he agreed with the man's statement, laughing as he fluttered his lashes. "See, if I were an ogre I'd already be on my way to the food bank. And not to chow down on all those non-perishable goodies, either.," The irony of the situation was not lost on Tim, of course. Carter was hardly the sort of angelic individual who would use his powers of persuasion to send people (and mythical beings) to do charity work. Not that his friend was evil, of course.. he just wasn't that good.

Tim waited hopefully as Carter tried to think of another freckled bald person. It didn't really matter if there was one.. after all, Tim wasn't going to shave his head any time soon, and probably never would unless he started getting one of those really weird bald patches. If that day ever came, it would be a sad one indeed... luckily, baldness didn't seem to run in his family. Tim had just started to think about his mum and dad when Carter's voice broke through, distracting him just in time. "Yeah! I'd be able to get into whatever college I wanted. Oh, I could put it on my resume, too!" he replied excitedly. Then, his face fell. "But I'd probably have to stay bald, or they'd get rid of me. I don't think I could do that." He looked up at his friend sadly, running a hand slowly through his hair. "Oh, I would miss you so," he told it softly, his voice almost loving. Then, he snapped out of it to answer Carter's question. "Yup, minority is the right word. See? You're getting smarter!" he beamed with pride for the other man.

Tim burst into a fit of mad giggles at his friend's horrified expression. "Only if you do something really bad, then," he promised, struggling to give Carter a serious look, "you have been warned." He didn't think the man would ever do something SO drastic that Tim would have to shave his head, but he figured he'd put it out there, just in case. Maybe Carter would think twice next time. He grinned when the man talked about Vin Diesel, knowing full well that he would never be as awesome as the actor, bald or not. "Yeah, that's true," he nodded. Then he gave his friend an offended look, pulling his arm away. "Hey, let's not go around comparing me to Vin Diesel, that's not fair!" were his words of protest. Still, he couldn't resist flexing his arm to look at his muscle - a sad little thing in contrast to Diesel's massive biceps. "I'm getting there.." he claimed, letting it fall back to his side. As usual when Carter puffed out his chest, Tim couldn't resist poking it, and did so at that moment. Wearing a mischievous grin, he said, "nah, I don't think Diesel will have you, despite how incredibly hot your bod is." He looked his friend up and down as if to prove that point.

Tim frowned at Carter's words, then brightened. "But we're inside with the windows covered! So I wouldn't have been able to see it until it came through the door..." yeah, that was straight out of the Lame Excuses Handbook, but Timothy was all about lame. He pretended to think deeply about the man's offer, weighing the pros and cons in his head before finally answering. "That just might work... I think we've come to an agreement on the matter." He gave a quick nod. Then laughed as his friend continued speaking. "You'll go right through the ceiling, and then I'll climb you to get to the giant's castle and steal the golden eggs," he plotted enthusiastically, imagining what it would be like to scramble up an incredibly tall Carter. Probably fairly awkward. He looked upward, picturing the scene before turning his attention to his companion once more. When he called him cute, Tim just gave a wide smile. "Better you than someone else," he responded to the idea of being stuck with Carter.

Tim raised an eyebrow in reply to the other man's words. "Ah, good point." If you pretended nothing had happened, you would probably be able to confuse the audience into thinking it was true.. and if they didn't know you'd messed up, well, then, you hadn't really. He listened closely as Carter launched into his story. Tim had always loved watching him talk about music; the way he instantly became more animated, and how it was obvious that he was born to do it. Even now, talking about a time he'd messed up, Carter seemed more happy than anything. He managed an appropriate look of surprise at the final outcome, giving the man a half-shrug. "Well, that's good, then." Maybe performing live wouldn't be so bad, after all. He wouldn't try to make a habit of it, but it'd be fun to do it once or twice. He crossed his arms in feigned anger at his friend's final words, though. "You know, I was going to agree.. but now I think I've changed my mind," he claimed playfully.

Tim laughed as Carter bowed, then rolled his eyes when his friend began thanking the Academy. "Oh, no, go right ahead and thank them," he waved in the direction of where the audience would be, indicating for Carter to continue speaking the thousands of people there. Then, with a smirk, he reached out and grabbed the imaginary trophy from his friend's hands, running around a table and 'holding' it up triumphantly above his head. "Oh, whatcha gonna do now? I've got your precious award!" He probably looked like a fool, jumping around and pretending to hold onto something which obviously was not there, but he was having a great time. Instead of really listening to Carter's little speech about how he'd save Tim from empty nest syndrome, Tim simply heard 'show you the world' and immediately burst into his rendition of the song from Aladdin. "I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOORLD, SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDID!" he reached a hand out, inviting Carter to dance with him, "TELL ME PRINCESS, NOW WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART DECIDE?" He burst out laughing at the thought of following his birds around in a plane. "They'd be all like, 'mom, just because you have a sugar daddy who buys you a private jet does NOT mean you're allowed to stalk us for the rest of our lives.'" He gave the man a cheeky grin when he caught onto the whole 'our house' thing. "The way I see it, you'll be famous and rich, so I'll just bum off you for a few decades or so," he shrugged, not wanting to admit that he saw them sharing a house in a much different way.

Reluctantly, Tim allowed the kissing to gradually die down, knowing that it was the best course of action. After all, even if they had been in the privacy of their own dorm, Carter would probably be leaping off away in a strange frenzy to be rid of Tim by now. He didn't want that to happen here, though he didn't think it would. He just had one of those feelings. Maybe there was something more to his friend's reluctance to take things too far, other than just being wierded out or whatever - maybe Carter was afraid of something. Was that even possible? Tim didn't really want to think about all of that now, though, since he would only confuse himself. Instead, he focused on the man beneath him, still grinning stupidly in the darkness. He felt his friend shake his head and let out a quiet chuckle. "But I've not got my props," he explained, then started laughing, burying his face against Carter's chest. "I think there must've been something in my..." he pushed himself up suddenly, looking down at Carter in horror. "My ice cream! I left it on the table!" He frowned to himself for a moment, thinking of all the deliciousness gone to waste, then lowered his body back down with a sigh. "Damn. It won't even be cold any more." He'd said all of this more to himself than Carter, which had probably been a strange thing to witness. At the thought of what must be going through the man's head right then, Tim started laughing again.

Tim felt Carter's hand move away from his waist, its warmth replaced by the coldness of the air in the room. Though, it quickly returned, so he figured his friend must've had an itch or something. "But you're warmer, so that makes up for the lumpiness," he decided, squirming a bit to get comfortable. He was probably crushing the other man big time, but he wouldn't move until it was asked of him. He was just too happy there. "Howabout we take turns.. one night, you'll be the bed, the next, I will. So you don't have to suffocate all the time." The thought of spending every night, all night in Carter's arms was thrilling to say the least, and Tim honestly wouldn't care if he ended up being the bed every time.

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[carter dominic andrews]

Carter had been afraid to grow up, not physically of course but emotionally and mentally. He was nervous that one day the two of them might find themselves too mature to chat it up about disney movies and other childish subjects. To him they weren't childish though, not in his eyes, and he'd always found them to be more timeless. He knew that Tim and him were not the most mature boys in all the land, but that's something that helped them stand out so Carter could not complain. The fact that they seemed to understand each other so easily was another thing that he'd liked about their relationship. Everything was just easier when it involved Tim, or almost everything as letting him know his true feelings was still harder than hell. Carter could not contain the vibrant grin as his friend agreed with him, and his ogre comment had Carter doing nothing more than rolling his eyes and sighing deeply, of course this being a joke that he knew his friend should see the sarcasm laced in his actions. "If you ate even a finger off of one of them I so would not talk to you!" He mouthed shaking his head as he stomped his foot on the ground to signify that he'd spoken and the other should listen, "For like a week though, that's not too bad I guess." He could never, no matter whether his friend had been some ogre eating the other students and city dwellers or not, see himself stopping talking to him all together.

Carter had found himself lost in thought for a few minutes trying to come across all the bald people he'd known. He used to watch Jerry Springer late nights and happened to know that Steve had been bald, but he could not remember if the damn man had freckles or not. He wasn't busy pausing television just so he could squint to see if there'd been any small spots on the man, so instead he decided it'd be best to move the conversation along, "Well you better let me know ahead of time where you're going, it takes a little time to find an apartment you know," He smirked looking over at his friend, it had been the truth though. He would of course do whatever it took and if that meant finding an apartment while Tim lived the college dream, well he could accept that and would start looking as soon as his friend received his acceptance letter. He did let out a soft sigh though, one that hadn't been entirely noticeable unless Tim had been paying close attention to him, but still the thought of their lives taking different directions after senior year made him upset. He knew that no matter what happened they'd at least still see each other, but he just wasn't certain how often. "Eh, you wouldn't need them!" He waved it off shaking his head, Tim could get a job if he'd been bald or had hair down to his knees, both images frightening Carter though as he'd liked his hair just where it'd been. It was the perfect length, "I should run for president when i'm old enough," He joked when Tim had mentioned he'd been getting smarter, that wild grin lay across his face as he'd thought about what it'd be like to run the country. His father would hate that with a passion considering he'd had a government job too, so that of course would make Carter as happy as could be, but it'd never happen so all he'd had was his fantasies.

He could not understand why his friend had been laughing so hard as he put his hands on his hips and just stood there staring at him until he'd finally said something. "Hmm, really bad, give me an example?" He asked curiously cocking his head to the side just to look at his laughing friend at a different angle. Carter was glad that Tim had found this funny, honestly it'd scared him to know that Tim had such leverage like this. Carter did manage to break into a small fit of laughter when his friend, trying to be serious, gave him the whole you have been warned speech. Alright, that was pretty damn funny as he sat there and thought about it, a stupid grin never leaving his face. He had to start laughing as his friend pulled his arm away after the jab of it not being up to Diesel standards, Carter's grin growing to the largest it could as he heard his friend, "And threatening to shave your head if I do something bad is? That's pretty much saying you're going to go out and get the razor tomorrow because we both know it's only a matter of time before I mess up," Carter had blurted that all out before clamping his mouth shut. He hated how even he had thought that he messed up on a frequent basis with his friend. He heard of the three strikes and you're out attitude with people, so Carter must be in his damn eighth inning with the number of strikes he'd gotten. He loved how Tim could be so forgiving though, but at the same time he sort of used that towards his advantage and he knew that was not a good thing to do. He just nodded with a skeptical look when Tim started to talk again, and as soon as he'd felt that finger against his chest it simply deflated as he started to giggle bringing his hand up to the spot Tim's finger had just been at, "HEY!" He called out through laughter, he was used to his friend poking him though. Carter, feeling rather confident even though his friend might have been joking about the hot bod comment, restrained from puffing his chest right back out as he instead looked down at himself, "Yeah with a body like this i'd be stealing all his fans away from him, he'd just end up getting jealous." He waved a hand as if it'd been no big deal.

Carter wanted to laugh at the others immensely lame excuse but instead he just shrugged and looked around, "Alright, alright, I guess you win," Honestly what could he say about that one anyway? Tim, although it had been lame, had made quite the good defense. "Maybe I should take you outside then," Carter smirked as they'd then have no excuses, but he was not ready to leave this shelter where they could be themselves in privacy, well except for Brad but he was in the back and Carter didn't find him too much of a threat. He grinned and nodded as he held his hand out to shake on the agreement that the two had came to. He knew it was for nothing more than a laugh though as he could honestly never get himself to grow that quickly. If he was still this small at his age he figured his growth spurts were just about done. It was rather depressing to think about considering how small of a person he'd been, but as long as Tim accepted it he didn't seem to mind it all that much. He burst out laughing as he could imagine Tim doing exactly that, climbing up him like a bean pole, and stealing the golden eggs, "And here I thought you were the brilliant one out of the both of us," He shook his head in disappointment as he laughed at his friend. "Instead of stealing the eggs you should go ahead and steal the goose!" He waved his arms for effect while he said this, "That way you can get the golden eggs whenever you wanted to, you should know this by now!" He was just teasing of course but given the scenario he'd try to steal the goose instead of just some lousy eggs. Carter just grinned widely when his friend made that last comment, "I knew you wouldn't have too much of a problem with that," He may have sounded cocky right there but after being with Tim for so many years it was just something he'd known in his heart, the two were going to be together until the end. They were Thelma and Louise, no matter how lame that sounded.

Talking about music was great and all but sometimes Carter sort of went on for too long and didn't know when to stop. He knew that music might not be as high on Tim's list of priorities but at least he'd cared to hear Carter talk about it. Right now for example, the way when Carter looked up at Tim from in the middle of a story showed that he'd genuinely been happy to hear Carter talking about it. That had to mean something right? He laughed at himself remembering it all too well, and hearing Tim tell him it'd been good was always a good thing. He knew that music would be his life, whether he just kept it up at coffee shops and played for the small crowds would be the real question. He wanted to join a band and travel the world performing for the masses, but at this point in time he just hadn't found anyone that he'd seen as worthy of being in a band with him. Music was his life so of course he took great pride in it, and that sometimes meant that he could sound very picky when it came to bandmates. Tim though, that man would have a spot in his band held for however long just because he loved him so, and it helped that he'd had an incredible voice even though he'd always thought differently. Carter, who had been laughing, stopped in the middle of his thoughts as he heard Tim speak next, "No you haven't," He returned the statement shaking his head, "I don't believe that you've changed your mind, you want to be up there with me don't you?" He asked playfully nudging him to say yes, man he'd hoped the other wanted to be there.

Carter never seemed to take things seriously as he'd held his imaginary award now, it was funny how their conversations could shift so easily and quickly, and as he'd heard Tim urge him to continue he just grinned and nodded, "Only if you say so," He grinned as he tried to think before he continued. "My biggest thanks would go to my parents, surprising huh? Without them treating me like shit I wouldn't have met Tim, and even so we might not have been as close as we are today, and without Tim well none of this would be possible." He motioned all around him to signify all the fans that were cheering his name when in reality they were in an empty coffee shop. "Maybe I should have just thanked Tim in the first place," he made it sound like he hadn't been there when in fact the man was standing right beside him. He burst out laughing as he could not handle this anymore and shook his head clearing his mind of the thoughts of his imaginary award. "I think next time I should take the time to write out a thank you before, or i'll just have my advisor do it for me." He grinned nudging his friend, Tim of course would the one that Carter wanted for that position, but only because he'd had many years practice with it already. He hadn't expected Tim to take it though as he watched him dance around the table and his mouth just hung open, here he was going to give up on the dream and Tim was taking it away from him. "You did not just do that!" He shook his head looking around for best route. He could not jump over the table or he'd probably fall and look like an idiot, so instead he grinned as he went to bolt around the table to get him, and luckily the man had been caught in his own little song so Carter could get to him eventually. All thoughts of the award left his mind when his friends hand reached out to him though, and of course he gladly accepted it as he pulled himself close to the other not having a clue how he was supposed to be dancing, but then again it's not like he'd been given much practice with comfortably dancing with men. He grinned hearing Tim sing, although he was doing it just to be fun and playful, he'd still loved to hear it. "I CAN OPEN YOUR EYES, TAKE YOU WONDER BY WONNNDERRR. OVER, SIDEWAYS AND UNDDERR ON A MAGIC CARPPETTT RIDE!" He then heard Brad break out in laughter in the back, but he kept himself rather serious for the timebeing.

When he listened to Tim figure out something that the birds would say when they found out he'd been following them in a jet he just burst out laughing. "Just barely leaving the house as a baby and already talking like a teenager? Damn they grow up fast," He sighed heavily feeling his friends motherly pains. "Famous and rich? That is hilarious!" He shook his head, he just couldn't believe it. "I'll never be famous sitting on that makeshift stage at the coffee shop, I need to go bigger." He shook his head, that was obvious. It was amazing though that once their lips met all conversations seemed to just fly out the window, but Carter knew they'd get back to talking at some point, but for now their bodies needed to make up for the week the two had been apart. Carter wished he had stayed closer to the dorm knowing that Chris had been avoiding it too, but he just felt weird and awkward after the display of aggression he'd shown when the man first moved in. The kissing did die down though Carter could not let the touching follow as he'd needed the others body against his, so in fear that Tim would move Carter tightened his grip on his sides hoping to keep him right there. It wasn't a grip that'd hurt though, it just let the other know he better not have intentions of moving anytime soon. When he heard the word props though he burst out laughing coughing some as his stomach could not expand as much as it should with all the air he'd been breathing in, but he did get that under control as he did not wish for his friend to move still. "Props? You've been hiding all these on me?" He shook his head, damn he'd wanted his friend too much sometimes.

Carter could feel him pushing off of him some and just sighed though did not say anything, but as he heard something about ice cream he was more confused than anything. "Is that our codename for cuddle time now?" He asked softly until he'd realized what the other had been talking about, he must have left ice cream out in the dorm. "Maybe Chris went and found it and put it back so it won't get ruined or something?" That probably wasn't the case though, that ice cream was a goner in Carter's opinion. "I guess that means a trip to the store tomorrow after classes?" He offered, the least he could do is buy some more ice cream for the man since he'd just wasted whatever he'd had out tonight. He did grin though as he could feel the man settling back down against him, and his arms instantly went back to his sides where they'd belonged as he'd bunched his fingers up in the fabric of the other mans shirt. "I can get pretty hot, definitely needed on those cold winter nights," He grinned when Tim made an excuse as to why he'd been better than a usual matress, or why even if he'd been lumpy he was a good option. He just wished he'd been a little taller, that would make things that much more comfortable. When Tim mentioned taking turns Carter just burst out laughing, this time again starting to cough as he squirmed some so he'd been somewhat on his side as he couldn't stop laughing. Tim could be damn hilarious without even thinking sometimes, "Yeah, I think taking turns could work out rather nicely," He managed to get out inbetween fits of laughter, honestly these two were just something else around one another.

notes. FINALLY IT IS DONE, and i've had hella good muse this morning because of the cams last night. TOM SO SAID HEATHERMCFLY LAST NIGHT ;] WOOT! And Danny's party on his bed, HELLO! OKAY, so I need to get started on the day (although it's almost noon) so enjoy!

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[/i] make an ogre hungry...[/b]" he pointed out, attempting to give his friend the classic puppy-eyes expression. He winced when the man stomped his foot, as if the sound inspired an element of fear within him. When Carter admitted that this punishment would only last for a week, though, Tim's expression changed to one of careless acceptance. "Oh, that's not too long. I think a finger's definitely worth a week of silence from you - they're considered a delicacy in some places, you know," he said, trying to remain serious and nonchalant. Amusement was obvious in his eyes, though. Technically, he had just gone a week without really speaking to Carter, and it'd practically killed him. Tim allowed a grin to pull his lips upward when his friend mentioned getting an apartment near wherever Tim was going to college. Even the idea of the man being willing to do something like that made his heart beat a bit faster, even though he knew it was only an act of friendship. "Sure thing," he nodded.

Tim laughed at Carter's reassurance about his ability to get a job or school. "Yeah, I'm awesome just the way I am," he beamed, standing up a bit straighter in order to portray this supposed confidence. He raised an eyebrow at the thought of the man being president. "Well, the white house would be a lot more fun if you were in charge," he admitted. Oh, the parties they could throw in that place.. When Carter placed his hands on his hips, Tim only laughed harder, clutching at his stomach. He couldn't even remember what was so funny - he was still quite giddy from the effects of seeing his friend again. Plus, it was that time of night when he was just inexplicably hyper. "If I give you an example, you'll probably go and do it," he pointed out. His abs were starting to hurt, and he tried to calm himself down. "Yeah," he pouted in response to the other man's question, still careful to keep his arm out of his friend's reach. He sighed when Carter mentioned how he would probably mess up in no time at all, and shook his head. "But you won't mess up enough to make me shave my head," he assured him, "you haven't done anything bad enough since... well, ever." He scrunched his eyebrows together as he tried to remember anything Carter might've done that would warrant a head-shave. "Nope, you've never done anything bad enough," he reinforced his earlier words, shrugging with slight surprise.

Tim giggled as well as Carter's chest instantly deflated. Really, he didn't know what he'd do without the man. Probably whither away into nothingness. "Oh, yeah, totally," Tim agreed, raising his eyebrows in order to make his sarcasm perfectly clear. He didn't think anyone would be able to steal Vin Diesel's fans away, seeing as Vin Diesel was a pretty hardcore guy and would probably take good care of whoever challenged him. "Yess," Tim raised his fist in triumph when Carter told him he'd won. Then, as his friend continued, his happy look turned into one of feigned innocence. "Outside? No, no, it's okay, I'm actually quite comfortable here," he said quickly, backing further away from the coffee shop door. He gave Carter's hand a good shake, expression stern with the seriousness of the motion.

Tim was confused when Carter started talking about the bean stalk, then groaned, pretending to smack himself in the forehead. "Oooh, right," he sighed. Then, he fixed his friend with a suspicious look. "How many times have you read Jack and the Beanstalk?" Tim himself hadn't really paid much attention to the story, and hadn't really thought about the fact that the eggs had to come from somewhere. Only now, he remembered that the reason Jack returned to the giant's house was to get the goose. And something about a harp. "See, that's why you're the beanstalk... when I get to the top, you'll be able to remind me to get the goose, not just the eggs," he pointed out, imagining himself sitting in the clouds next to Carter's head, trying to figure out what to do next.

Tim sighed, giving his friend a defeated look. "You see right through me," he told him, only half-joking. Most of the time, Carter seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Except for the whole love thing... though it was entirely possible that the man knew and just wasn't saying anything because he didn't feel the same way. Tim nearly rolled his eyes at himself - he'd thought about this so many times, it felt like he was running in circles. "Of course I haven't changed my mind. I would love to go on stage in front of actual people and try to make music." His sarcasm was obvious, but he grinned. As far as he was concerned, he'd practically just agreed to go through with this crazy scheme. At least if he failed miserably, Carter wouldn't make him do it again. Also, if he failed miserably, Carter would just look that much better to the 'few people' present.

Tim listened as Carter continued his speech, pretending to get all teary-eyed as his friend thanked him. When the man finished, he clapped loudly. "Beautiful. That Tim sounds like an amazing person - you're lucky to have him," he informed his friend with a cheeky smile. He laughed at the thought of Carter having someone write out the thank-you for him ahead of time, though most famous people probably did that anyway. There was no way any of those speeches had been made up on the spot. He cackled as he spun away from his friend, clutching the imaginary award. He was delighted by the fact that the man played along, and gave him a challenging look as he tried to figure out the best way around the table. He didn't really try to get away, though. Where Carter was concerned, Tim wanted to be caught. Fortunately, though, the inspiration to dance overwhelmed him and he allowed the award to vanish into thin air as Carter accepted the invitation.

"A WHOLE NEW WORLD!!!!" Tim belted out, wrapping his arm around Carter's waist and gripping the man's other hand so that they were in tango position. He really didn't know how to dance, so he ended up just spinning his friend around. He continued singing, too, though it was more laughter than anything. When he heard Brad's reaction, he dissolved into a fit of giggles, releasing Carter and holding onto a table for balance. "We're one of a kind..." he decided, then after a moment of confusion, corrected, "two of a kind." At his friend's comment about the birds, Tim, too, sighed. "Yeah, they do. It's just so hard to let go..." he drifted off sadly. He laughed, shaking his head at Carter's next words. "You'll be famous and rich one way or the other." In his opinion, his friend was exactly the sort of person who could achieve something the minute he put his mind to it.

As Carter struggled to laugh, Tim moved as if to get off of him, but his friend's hands didn't seem willing to let him, so he settled back down. However, he did try to better distribute his weight. He had to giggle at the thought of having props, though he quickly forced himself to be serious. "Oh, yeah. They're in a box at the back of our closet. You know, the black leather one with the giant padlock?" As he spoke, he was still resting his head on Carter's chest, wishing he could stay there forever. Unfortunately, he also knew that the man would have to breath sometime. He was so caught up in his thoughts about the ice cream that he didn't hear Carter's mumbled words, though he did manage to focus when his friend pointed out that Chris might've put it back.

"Hopefully. A trip to the store will give us something to do, anyway," Tim pointed out, slightly amused by the fact that they were having such a casual conversation while laying in such an incriminating position. Not that cuddling was particularly incriminating.. just, if Brad were to come in and turn on the lights right now, they might have some explaining to do. He smiled to himself as he felt Carter's hands return to their proper place, liking the almost possessive way they clung to the fabric of his shirt. Tim hadn't been this ridiculously happy in a long time - he wished he could let go of his worries more often. You could just tell him everything... he reminded himself. Although that could mean never having another cuddle time, ever. He snorted when Carter said he could get pretty hot. "It'd save having to worry about the messed up heating system," he added.

As Carter started laughing once more, Tim pulled himself up slightly. Not only was he concerned about his friend's well-being, but having the man squirming under him could cause.. other problems, as well. Reluctantly, he shifted his weight to be better-supported by the couch, smirking as the man continued laughing. "Exactly. I am brilliant, you know," he told him, now trying to find a way to get comfortable without crushing Carter. There just wasn't enough couch space, really.


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[carter dominic andrews]

Carter nodded agreeing with what Tim was saying, "I guess if an ogre could do something nice as volunteer or something the least I could do is," He stopped mid-sentence to think about what he could honestly do to satisfy an ogre's hunger. "I could catch a beaver or something for a snack," Beaver had been the first animal to come into his head when he'd thought of swamp though he could not understand why. He had to laugh at himself though his laughter was turned towards his friend when he'd watched him wince as Carter stomped. He watched his friends facial expressions closely noting when they changed, and when he could see that wreckless acceptance he gulped. "You wouldn't even dare," He picked a hand of his up and wiggled his fingers infront of his own face to look at them. "I guess it'd be alright, as long as it's not my hand. It's so small i'd be afraid you'd try to chomp two and I sorta need them to play," He then smirked as he looked at the other man, "And then you wouldn't get to listen to my music and you'd be devestated." He smirked having won that battle in his mind, though honestly he'd somewhat forgotten what the two were talking about as he started to think of fingers being a delicacy somewhere.

He rolled his eyes as his friend continued to chat though, "You are so full of yourself," He teased though it had been nothing more than a joke. He did not believe that Tim had been self centered at all. Out of the pair Carter had always been the one more self involved, that was just a given, but sometimes it was nice to throw that tease of an insult out there just to watch Tim's reaction. He burst out laughing thinking about all the trouble he could get into had he actually been president, "You'll have to end up being the vice president though, we all know they're the ones that do the most work around there." He believed it sometimes, thinking that the president was about popularity and getting his face out there while the vice were in their office doing the paperwork and whatever else was needed. Carter could be the face of the whitehouse had Tim been the brains, any other way and that place would fall apart quicker than hell.

When he'd asked for an example of something bad though Carter just frowned when Tim wouldn't give him one,"You sure that is a good idea? You know me, i'm going to start to obsess over an answer and i'll go off and do a whole bunch of stupid shit just to see what would push you over the edge." He shrugged trying to make it sound like he was already getting ideas in his head of things he could do that'd completely upset his friend. He would never intentionally do things to make his friend mad though, and when Tim admitted that he wouldn't mess up enough for the shaved head Carter let out a large sigh of relief wiping an imaginary bead of sweat that was running down his forehead, "I better not or I might just have to beat my ass," He burst out laughing as the image of Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar came flooding into his mind. That was something he'd have no problem doing if he'd needed it. "Really?" He asked proud of himself when Tim said he hadn't done anything extremely bad ever. He pumped his fist into the air in celebration striking a quick pose before dancing a polka like Steve Urkel would do when he'd been happy, of course grinning the entire time as he'd tried to hold back laughter.

Carter, still on a roll as he'd just found out he'd never done anything super upsetting to his best friend, laughed as he could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "You just wait, you think it's ridiculous now but in a couple of months i'm going to steal most of his fans. I would have said all but had to at least give him a little credit," He knew that was a complete lie, there wasn't a chance in hell that could ever happen unless if they loved scrawny little white boys with blonde locks who play the guitar. When he'd threatened to bring the other man outside he watched as Tim took the steps further from the doors, "Comfortable? But your clothes are still on," He looked confused though this was all in a teasing manner. Again, out of the two of them Carter had always been the one who prefered to be without clothes. His eyes widened as he stared down at their hands feeling the solid handshake, trying not to laugh and actually doing rather nicely with his attempt, "I guess it's settled then."

"I'm glad I make sense," He chuckled as he looked at the other man watching him pretend to smack the forehead, "And here I thought you were supposed to be the genious," He smirked feeling victorious for just a moment, at least until Tim had asked him that question. He tried to get the most innocent expression he could as he shrugged some, "I just like the pictures?" He tried to make it sound like he'd been into the picture aspect of the book, but honestly he just loved the story. He could admit that he had watched the Mickey Mouse version a few times, but what would you expect from a man so childish? "Trust me, if you're climbing all over me the last thing I am going to be thinking about is an egg or some goose that lays them," He smirked, of course dirty thoughts would be in his mind had his friend been on his body. "I could try to help you though, i'll just have to practice staying focused." He chuckled some, it was going to be easier said than done when it concerned Tim ontop of him.

"That's not a bad thing is it?" He asked curiously when he noticed his friends expression. "You okay?" He asked cautiously as he could tell the sudden mood change, but he had no idea what it had been about. He tried to remember what he had said but nothing had been entirely depressing had it? "It's not my fault I have x-ray vision built in," He pointed to his eyes making a joke hoping his friend would laugh, honestly it was weird how he'd gotten serious for that moment. Seeing the grin that soon graced the boys flawless face calmed Carter's heartbeat down as he'd been genuinely concerned, but as Tim's face softened and showed joy Carter knew he'd be alright. "I'll talk to Phil about it and set a date, i'm sure he's not going to have a problem. He loves me," He joked patting his chest proudly being completely clueless that Tim had loved him in all honesty. He wished he'd known though, it'd make this entire thing easier he assumed. "I bet we'll make beautiful music together," He joked as he'd heard that term used for couples.

He loved how his friend had gone along with his acceptance speech and he too pretended to wipe a tear from his eye when he'd heard the wild applause coming from the only other man in the room. Brad probably thought they were both insane but it didn't matter, at least they were having fun with one another. Carter figured that now would be a good time to get serious, and at least if questioned he could say that he was still in character and doing it all as a joke. "Amazing doesn't even begin to describe him. Without him i'd pretty much be nothing, or worse than nothing. He's been there to pick me up when I fall, mostly because i'm drunk, and he just has the kindest heart I know." He smiled brightly looking at his friend as he said all of this, "He never gave up on me when the whole world turned it's back on me," and now that he was getting so lame he had to make a joke to end it so Tim would think nothing of it, "Plus he's got a hot mom," He smirked winking at his friend, this of course being the perfect joke to end with.

Carter, all the while laughing, let his friend mold him the way he had needed to be during the song, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the song itself. He could hear Tim continuing to sing so instead of singing along, since it hadn't been one of his best well known disney songs, he just let his friend have his fun as he spun around the room dancing with his partner. He too dissolved into a fit of giggles when the pair heard Brad in the back, and as he watched Tim support himself with a table Carter took this time to grab a chair and pull it back towards him so he could lean on it. He was trying to keep his laughter quiet but he just couldn't. "We're definitely something else," He managed to get out quickly inbetween his laughter. He was sure that had Brad came out he could give them a few choice words, so luckily he was staying in the back where he'd belonged. "Just think, you may have to let them go but you can hold onto me for as long as you need. That's good right?" He asked casually with a grin, he believed it had been awesome. "You think so? I hope," He trailed off knowing that he would be rich in friendship in love no matter what, even if that was entirely lame and corny.

When the two had found their way to the couch ontop of one another Carter became very possessive and did not want his friend to move, and even as he started to practically choke on his own laughter he refused to let the other budge. If anything Carter figured it'd been his fault for not knowing how to contain his laughter. It's practically all he ever did, laugh about one thing or another, and he could not believe that it hadn't annoyed the hell out of Tim yet. He had definitely been the more mature of the pair, but while around him Carter did try to be somewhat serious. Carter had almost wished there was a real box in their closet like that but sighed when he could not remember one, but he knew that his friend would freak right out had he came back to the dorm one day to find one like that in the closet. Carter made the mental note that he would have to look for something like that and fill it with random props, whatever those would be. "You can't even give me a tiny hint as to what kind of props you use?" He asked softly pouting his lip though it was still dark in there.

He loved how emotional Tim could get over the simplest of things, ice cream in this case, and he ran his fingers through Tim's hair getting lost in the curls for a second as he just nodded. "It's the least he could do as a new roommate." He warned hoping for Tim's sake that the ice cream was back in the freezer. "We always have stuff to do, explore!" He mouthed that last word rather loudly and brought his hand up to cover his mouth as he let out a few giggles, only a small hint of a cough trailing behind the laughter. He loved how casual the two had been while laying ontop of one another and just burst out laughing at the joke that Tim had just said, thankful that the man had gotten up some as he had seriously started laughing tremendously. Honestly Tim could think of the funniest things at the spur of the moment, "So are you telling me when it's super freezing cold in Jersey we're going to get to do this a lot more in bed?" He asked, his mind racing as he wanted to scream out in praise of even the idea. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He teased waving a hand as his friend called himself brilliant, brilliantly gorgeous and all around amazing carter had figured.

He could feel his friend was squirming around trying to get comfortable and he'd felt bad for him, "You can get up you know if you want?" He asked giving him the option. "Or I could do this-" He scooted towards the edge of the couch so there had been a gap between him and the back cushions. "You could squirm into the hole," he then realized how dirty that had sounded and burst out laughing once more as he held onto the couch for support so he wouldn't fall. Sometimes his thoughts were just too much.

[ooc. SIX FREAKING DAYS WITHOUT A REPLY?! Dang, i'm sorry :[ I had hella good muse tonight though so I didn't have to make you wait until tomorrow, hopefully this is a good post for such a long wait. I'm hoping I can stay caught up! and HAHA that would be hilarious with the scissors, HE SHOULD SO DO THAT!]

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Tim grinned when Carter had to pause and think before finishing his sentence. He loved it when his friend got ahead of himself like that. He let out a laugh when the man came up with 'beaver.' "Beavers are like cheese and crackers to ogres, you know," he decided, licking his lips as if even the thought of the nice, tasty animal were enough to make his mouth water. As Carter wiggled his fingers, Tim grinned mischievously, eyeing them as if they were a collection of tasty morsels. "If you want to keep them, you should probably stop waving them around where I can see them," he pointed out. He stuck his tongue out when his friend mentioned how he wouldn't be able to play music without fingers. Despite the fact that Tim hadn't actually been intending to follow through on eating them, he found himself re-thinking the plan. With a sigh, he decided that what Carter had said was true: he would be devastated if the man couldn't play music any more.

When told that he was full of himself, Tim simply shrugged in a careless manner as if he was aware of this but didn't really give a damn. Still, the hint of amusement remained in his eyes, soon breaking through as a smirk across his lips. He did scowl, though, when Carter told him he would have to be vice president in order to do all the work. "All the responsibility, none of the glory," he lamented, "but at least then I'll be able to hire secret service to keep you in line." That thought brought his smile right back, and he happily imagined what it would be like to never have to worry about the other man getting into trouble when Tim wasn't around to stop him. Of course, Carter would probably just sneak off somehow. His expression became more suspicious as his friend implied that he was already thinking of 'bad' things to do. "Okay, well, trying to push me over the edge could possibly result in a head-shave. Or at least an extreme haircut," he warned, raising an eyebrow. Hopefully, that would put a stop to any nonsense the other man might've come up with. He chuckled at the thought of Carter beating his own ass. "That would be fun to watch, actually.. maybe you should make me shave my head." He burst into laughter at his friend's polka, quite impressed with how the man had pulled it off.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Tim agreed, voice still heavy with sarcasm, "when you can bench 300 pounds, have a sixteen-pack and can look hot changing a diaper." At this point, his serious façade fell as he pictured the particular scene from the Pacifier, and he laughed. "I'm not sure even Vin Diesel looked hot changing a diaper." Obviously, the thing Tim wasn't telling Carter would choose his friend over the buff actor any day. Besides, it would just be intimidating to hang out with the guy - what if you accidentally pissed him off? He would be able to kick your ass to the moon and back without a second thought. At least if Carter ever tried to beat Tim up, Tim would stand a chance of overpowering him... which brought a whole new image into his mind. He shook himself mentally, forcing himself to focus only to hear his companion's comment about his clothes. Taking it in stride, he looked down at himself, confusion clouding his face. "Oh, shit, you're right. I hadn't even realized!" he exclaimed, glancing up at the other man in feigned horror at having found himself clothed.

"Maybe I'm just having an off day?" he defended his mistake, though he didn't mind letting Carter feel special for a little while. Tim wasn't exactly buying the man's innocent reply to his question, but he let it slide, saying simply, "all right, then." After a moment's thought, though, he added, "I was beginning to think you'd learned how to read." He started to laugh again, as if this were so impossible that to even mention it as a possibility was hilarious. His friend's next words caused him to imagine what it would be like climbing all over Carter, and he bit his lip slightly, not sure how to respond to the man's words. "I'm sure once I reach your head I'll be able to make you focus." It took Tim only a moment to see the problem with that sentence, and held his hands up as if they might stop Carter's dirty mind from recognizing it. "Er, no, I didn't mean... damn." He shook his head in exasperation at himself.

"It could go either way, I guess," Tim replied thoughtfully, getting lost in his own musings about how well Carter seemed to know him. When the man inquired as to his well-being, however, he snapped out of it, putting on a quick grin. "Yeah, I'm fine," he claimed. And, aside from his uncertainty and confusion, he really was. He laughed when his friend mentioned x-ray vision, glad that the other had found a way to step around the potentially awkward lull in conversation. He drew a nervous breath when Carter said he would talk to Phil about setting a date for the two of them to perform. He didn't know if he really wanted to... on one hand, it would be great to take a step into Carter's world as more than just a supportive face in the crowd. On the other hand, he had never done well with being put in the spotlight. Still, for the benefit of his friend, he didn't say anything. He knew the man was probably excited about it. It would be cruel to ruin it, understanding as Carter would be. "Everybody 'loves' you," he pointed out, grinning over at his companion. Tim certainly knew why, too, but he didn't mention that. He chuckled when his friend said they would make beautiful music together, answering with, "I'm sure we will."

As Carter continued with his speech, Tim allowed his applause to die down, listening more closely than he was letting on. Either Carter was a very good actor, or he was being serious.. or a bit of both. Tim was not blind to the fact that his friend appreciated him, and saw that this might be a safe way of the other man making this clear. He smirked at the comment about drunkenness, became slightly sentimental at the mention of how he was there even when the rest of the world wasn't, and rolled his eyes when Carter brought up his mom again. Then, as the man finished his speech, Tim moved to stand beside him. Staring out at the imaginary audience, he waved and beamed. "Hi. I'm Tim. Yes, I really am that awesome, and no, my mom is not available." Then he wrapped an arm over Carter's shoulder's, imagining the standing ovation they would most certainly be receiving at this point. As they danced, he tried to sing it properly, though his laughter kept bubbling through. Brad's laugh from the back was the final straw, and he couldn't even stand for the hilariousness of it all. "We are," he agreed with Carter, tears of mirth prickling at the corners of his eyes.

As they talked about the birds, Tim became considerably more solemn. He brightened considerably when Carter told him he could hold onto him for as long as he needed, and he gave his friend a thankful look before asking, "so even when I'm bald with an enormous beard and empty nest syndrome, and you're rich and famous with a mansion full of groupies, you won't leave me?" he asked. In the real world, that was love. Not that Carter's answer could possibly mean something so important.

Stubbornly, Tim shook his head, then said, "no," when he remembered that Carter couldn't see him. He had no idea what sort of props he would use if he did have any; the only things he could think of were handcuffs, and that kind of went without saying in any 'props' situation. Really, if either of them had to worry about going back to the dorm to find a black leather box in the back of the closet, it was Tim. He shifted slightly in order to raise his head, looking down at where he assumed Carter's face was. "I hope you're not getting any ideas here," he told him seriously, though there was a hint of something else in his voice: a most un-Tim-like daring. As Carter's fingers found their way into his hair, Tim slowly forgot about the ice cream, resting his head back down on the other man's chest. He had a tendency to get anxious about peculiar things, but even the slightest touch from his friend could calm him right down, which was often incredibly helpful.

"Well, he can't do much if he doesn't go to the dorm before it melts," Tim mumbled, automatically jumping to Chris's defence even though he knew Carter wouldn't like it. Frankly, he was tired of the whole thing. He laughed at his friend's exclamation. "Explore, invade, conquer.." he listed, still thinking of them as a pair of evil masterminds, "you know, instead of super best friends we should be super best villains." After all, there had to be some sort of competition for the greatest hero team of all time. This time when Carter started to laugh again, Tim raised himself up a bit, hoping to reduce the amount of pressure on the man's lungs. "It seems like a perfectly normal idea to me," he replied to Carter's question, "that's probably how they did it in the old days, before electricity, when they didn't want to have to stay up all night stoking the fire." His history teacher would have winced to hear such an idea, but Tim didn't think Carter would mind.

"Good," he grunted when his friend said he knew that Tim was brilliant, still trying to find a comfortable position. He didn't want to end cuddle time just yet - it had only just begun. Well, in reality it had probably been a few minutes at least, but still. When Carter scooted over, he practically fell into the new space. "Oof," he rolled a bit in order to align his body. He was about to respond to his friend's earlier words (about getting up), but the other man spoke first, and Tim burst out laughing as well. "You never stop, do you?" he asked, referring to the dirtiness of Carter's mind. As a cautionary measure, he placed a hand on his friend's waist in order to keep him on the couch. The only reason he would do such a thing, obviously, with no ulterior motives whatsoever.

ooc oops, this one's seven days later XD did NOT mean to do that! And he probably will. Just 'cause that's how it is.

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"Now how in the world am I supposed to know that?" He asked trying to hold back laughter, though the idea of a beaver being a treat like that to some huge ugly ogre was beyond funny. Not quite as funny as his friends facial expressions though as Carter's eyes widened as he licked his lips, though of course the beaver was as far off in his mind now as it could be. His thoughts were more encompassed with the mans slight gesture, completely innocent to him but to Carter it'd sent wild images and ideas racing through his brain. He hated that his thoughts were so immature but he just couldn't help himself. There was just something about Tim that sent Carter wild with anticipation, though what was he anticipating? He didn't really know considering he was pretty sure they'd already gone the furthest together that they ever would. It was disappointing but Carter could not force Tim to do something that he did not want to, and he had a feeling getting into a relationship was not on his list of things to do. He had to take his mind off of the nonsense though as he wiggled his fingers and just grinned at his friend with such love for the man and yet he hadn't even realized it. Carter gulped when Tim stopped talking though and quickly clenched his hand into a fist and put it behind his back, "I'll be keeping those thank you very much," He made the comment glancing his friend over as he had stayed silent for a moment.

Carter laughed taking note of Tim's each change in mannerism. At the comment about vice president he just stared confused for a second, "You know the president is only around for the pretty face," He then started to think about some of the presidents before him and a shiver was sent straight down his spine, "Okay so they weren't based on looks before but it'd so be the case my time around. Either that or i'll pull the guitar out on the campaign trail and blow them all away. They would have no choice but to vote for me," He smoothed his shirt out and stood prouder trying to look like president material, that just would never happen though. He groaned at the mention of secret service, "Oh come on now, you're going to have to give me some freedom," again he took this moment to look back at a few of the ex presidents and just laughed, freedom would pretty much be out of the cards for him. The press would be digging for every little story they could find, "I'm sure president and vice president cuddles in Lincoln's bedroom would probably be frowned upon too, we probably would be booted out of office quicker than," he stopped hoping that Tim would get the idea. He was about to laugh before his friend started to talk again and he frowned, "Ex-tre-me haircut?" His voice cracked as the thought of even super short hair had him wanting to cry. He needed at least something to run his hands through. Damn, he was rather selfish when it came to another mans hair. Carter laughed somewhat nervously before he stopped abruptly and gasped, "You'd seriously let me kick my own ass? How rude!" He shook his head crossing his arms infront of his chest, but the somewhat mad expression didn't last long at all as he returned to the normal fit of giggles that usually happened around Tim. Once done his polka though he did grin quite proud of himself that his friend had approved of his dance.

Carter thought about it for a second and looked at either of his arms, some muscle but nowhere near as defined as it should be, and the idea of laying down and picking someone who is 300 pounds up over himself made him somewhat nervous. Especially with how ticklish he'd been, whoever wanted him out of the picture would just have to tickle him with a feather and he'd drop the person and be squished. His eyes widened at the horrifying thought of dying by the suffocating crush of the overweight person. He lifted up his shirt and tried to count out his abs but barely made it to one, even sucking in there was no chance that many could even fit on his stomach. "Well I would look hot changing a diaper," He had at least one that he figured he could do, "Would you settle for someone who could probably bench press like forty pounds and barely has a single can?" He asked joking about his lack of a six pack. He had never really tried to see how much he could bench though but he was rather lazy so he figured it wouldn't be too much, probably more than forty at least he'd hoped. "I could look hot doing just about anything, but i'm sure you already knew that right?" He smirked laughing though he'd had no idea where that small surge of confidence had came from. "You know we could always take them off of you if that'd make you feel better," He smirked though knew that Brad would probably have to draw the line there, and Carter could not do anything that would get him kicked out of the coffee shop at nights. This was like his fortress of solitude, and yes that was a lame Superman reference. "Or maybe we should wait until we're back to the room," He wiggled his eyebrows though reminded himself that he could not do anything in the room like that in fears that Chris would come in and see them. He groaned, "Am I going to have to get a hotel room every night that I want to be alone with you?" If that were the case they might as well pack their bags, Carter would need a room each and every night.

"You having an off day? Should I alert the presses?" He joked since Tim seemed too perfect in his eyes to have off days, though he knew that were not the case of course. Carter wanted to laugh since he'd gotten away with something, but soon Tim made the joke about him reading and his jaw dropped open in shock. "Here I thought you were having an off day and you come back with an insult like that, sharp as a tack you are." He smirked, of course he had known his friend was damn near brilliant. Why he'd been hanging out with the likes of Carter had never made sense but it's not like he was going to question it, it'd at least meant that the two of them could be close to one another. Carter, who had tried to keep himself as clean and innocent as possible, could do nothing of the sort when his friend started talking about getting to his head and making him focus. He wanted so desperately to say something but honestly what would even come out of his mouth? So many thoughts came racing through his mind even though it'd looked as though Tim had hoped they would stay hidden, but instead of saying anything Carter did nothing more than grin this goofy grin that pretty much let Tim know that his mind was completely in the gutter right now, "Why Timmy, I had no idea," He teased laughing some as he tried to clean his mind of all the filth, but with statements like that it proved to be harder than imaginable. "It's fine, i'm just messing with you," Sure his mind had been filled with dirty images right now but he could still keep himself calm and normal, or at least the definition that Carter possessed.

Carter wanted to ask if the man had been certain that he was fine, but that grin that he had put on his face pretty much distracted Carter as he just nodded. He hoped the man was alright but would not press for details, obviously they would be given out when Tim figured Carter would need to know them, that is if there were any details about anything at all. Carter was good at reading too far into situations and he could be doing just that right now. It wouldn't be the first time. When Tim made the comment that everyone loves Carter though Carter looked at him lost in thought for a moment, if that were the case how come Tim and him had been nothing more than friends? "Oh yeah, so does that mean you love me too?" He asked, his voice sounding a lot more heartfelt and serious than he'd wanted it to, so he had to quickly redeem himself by saying something else, "We could be the next big thing just waiting to be discovered," and he could believe that with a voice like Tim's and a talent behind a guitar and bass (not at the same time of course) that he'd had. It would be amazing, it's a shame Carter had never taught Tim to play the guitar. It was partially because he'd been afraid Tim wouldn't need him anymore as he'd figured one of the biggest reasons to keep him around was for the tunes, though he had been clueless to know that there was so much more going on with Tim than he could imagine. "I won't force you up there though, i'll let you come when you're ready." He then burst out laughing, mostly through nerves from his little love spout he'd had just a few moments ago, but his last sentence just sounded extremely dirty and he could not help himself.

Carter was having fun with the imaginary award and was trying to keep his face straight when his friend walked up and joined him infront of the audience. Carter took a step back letting his friend have the glory for a moment as he nodded behind him when he said he'd been awesome, and when he said his mother had not been available Carter just scrunched his nose up and shook his head, unbelievable. "That's right, she's not available for anyone other than me, and her husband I suppose." He smirked, sometimes messing around with Tim about his mom had been fun for Carter, but deep down he had known he missed the woman. Carter wished that he could talk his mother into coming down for a day or two but the woman was rather stubborn about staying back home in New York, but Carter figured it'd only be a matter of time before he got her to let go and come down for a visit. These phone calls to his mom were something that Carter did not talk about though, whenever it happened he wanted it to be a secret. "That is not a bad thing is it?" He asked cautiously making sure that Tim was happy with the direction their friendship had been going in. Carter could not see himself much more serious but he would try if it'd meant making his friend happier, it was all about Tim and that's how he wanted to keep it.

Carter thought he had been being super cute with Timmy right now but as the man put the image of the future into his mind he just gulped. There was that word again, bald. "Your fathers not bald, what makes you think that you'll be?" He asked hoping that would not be the case, the thought of a bald Timmy had Carter holding back laughter, he would look so funny had that ever happened. "And I could always shave your beard in the middle of the night while you're sleeping. Let's just hope I don't startle you too bad or that could turn rather dangerous," He chuckled but only for a second, the thought of him cutting Tim with a razor had been rather upsetting. "If all of that happens it'll be hard to stick around but I think I could do it, for you," He smirked of course knowing no matter what happened down the line the two would be together, even if it were just friends (though Carter eventually would push for more since there was only so long he could hold back).

Of course Carter had been getting ideas about the box though, his shift in thoughts barely being able to keep up with him, but when he heard Tim ask he had to make it sound as innocent as possible, "Me think? Oh come on, you know that's hardly possible." He chuckled, smirking now would be pointless since his friend wouldn't be able to see him. He could hear a slightly different tone in the mans voice that had him smirking, it was almost as though Tim knew what he was thinking and was almost accepting of a challenge. "Do you wear costumes while all of this is going on?" He asked, that being another part of a fantasy usually. He smirked thinking about Tim in some random porno outfit, the thought alone causing him to race into a fit of giggles. Seeing Tim standing before him with leather chaps and a cowboy hat on would be rather hilarious, though Carter could not understand why that had been the first thing to come to his mind.

"I know, he could always eat it too?" He didn't think that Chris would do that but who knows. "Whatever happens you'll have ice cream in the freezer tomorrow, even if I have to walk my ass to the store and get it for you." Carter hated exercise but if it'd been for a good reason he would have no problem with it, and what better reason than making Tim happy? That is all that he needed, he'd walk to the edge of the earth for that man and had hoped Tim understood that. "What is with you always wanting to take stuff over?" He stopped talking for a minute staying as silent as he could before giggling like one wouldn't believe, "Holy shit we're Pinky and the Brain!" That was better than Smithers for more than one reason, "First off you're the brains of the operation and i'm just there to make goofy faces and random punchlines, and we live in a tiny little cage together," He could not stop laughing the more he thought about it. "And I will follow you stupidly into just about everything," It made perfect sense, here the two were pretending to be Smithers and Burns all the time when they needed to look at the lab rats instead. "Yeah, I think we would probably make better villians huh?" He nodded, it would make more sense. He laughed as his friend was helping come up with reasons that them sleeping together would be good for them, "see, we'd be saving the college money on their heating bill, they should name a building after us!" He teased knowing that was going a bit too far.

Carter could tell that Tim had been somewhat uncomfortable so by moving he hoped the new space would make the man much more comfortable. He had felt bad that he'd pretty much put the man in the crack of the couch, but at least he could stretch out and relax right? When he felt Tim's hand on his waist he stopped breathing for a second before coming back to reality, "Stop? Nah, never really did know the meaning of that word," that was a flat out lie though considering all the times the two had been hot and heavy and he'd pulled away as abrupt as ever, if that hadn't meant stop what the hell was it? He groaned thinking about it, "Go's a much better word anyway, makes things happen quicker."

[sorry took so long, house sitting (and grandfathers passing) was a bitch to deal with. my head is back in the game so that means more carter / timmy time!]

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