(TIM) TO THE RESCUE!

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Carter stumbled across the field towards the small party that had been happening at the park. He had no idea who these people had been that huddled around a fire they'd lit in a trashcan, but that did not stop him from talking to them and drinking their beer. Was he honestly going to complain when he'd been getting free alcohol? Hell no, instead he just set down the empty bottle he'd been sucking down as he walked over to the cooler on the ground to get another one. His mouth dropped open as his tipsy ass dropped his head to look at the cooler, his hand pushing through the ice pellets looking for another beer, but he just could not find one as he realized without anymore alcohol this idea of a party had been over as far as he'd been concerned.

He did not bother saying goodbye as he stumbled away laughing at what he had just done as he fumbled in his pocket for his cellphone. He found it and opened it up as the background started to lose focus. He was going to send a text message but knew he would not be able to do that in the state he'd been in, so instead he pressed his speeddial button for his best friend Tim and put the phone to his ear. "Muffin!"

[/color] He exclaimed as the answering machine had finished beeping. He burst out laughing at the petname he had given Tim tonight before realizing that he'd still been on the phone and this would all be part of the message. "I'm at the park and need you, can you get to me?"[/color] He had to keep the message short as he could feel himself about to burst out in laughter again, so without saying goodbye he hung the phone up stumbling over further across the park as he just wandered without direction.

His eyes widened and looked bright as he saw a small playground come into sight and grinned as he ran as best he could over to the swings. He knew he needed to sit down so without hesitation he grabbed hold of the chains letting his butt plop against the seat with a loud shake that sent vibrations right through his hands up the chain. He laughed as he pushed backwards off the ground as his feet kicking infront of him. He lost balance and his hands slipped as his butt slid off the back of the seat and he'd just been hanging there with his feet up in the air. Instead of pulling himself up he just laid there laughing hysterically at whatever had been funny, god he was such a damn goofy drunk. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[/i], he would miss the phone call. It was hardly a concious decision, to wrench himself forward and leap awkwardly in the general direction of the table. He didn't even really care that much about answering, to be honest - his body had just been pre-programmed to 'get to the flippin' cell the minute it makes a noise.' Which is why, after a few frantic seconds, Timothy found himself sprawled on the carpet, having hit his chin on the edge of a piece of furniture. He groaned, putting a hand to the sore spot. It would certainly be a lovely bruise by tomorrow, if he wasn't mistaken. Shaking his head to clear away the last traces of sleep, Tim pulled himself up, looking scornfully down at the phone before him. It had, of course, sent the call to voicemail by now. Slumping slightly, Timothy picked it up, flipping it open to see the 'new message' icon.

"This'd better be good," he grumbled, waiting as his phone dialed his voicemail. Seconds later, the sound of a very familliar voice filled his ear, and he rolled his eyes. "Muffin!" Carter said, quite obviously drunk. This primal form of greeting was followed by a loud sequence of laughter. Timothy sighed, waiting for his friend to get to the point. "I'm at the park and need you, can you get to me?" There was the beginning of what was probably another chuckle, before the line went dead. Timothy ran a hand through his hair, snapping his phone shut and glancing over at the digital clock. It wasn't that late, he decided, standing up slowly and glancing down at his attire. A wrinkled t-shirt, blue jeans, threadbare socks. Perfect.

Shoving his cell into his pocket, and pulling a hoodie over his head, Timothy slipped on a pair of sneakers and headed out the door, still fingering his chin to check if there was any swelling. Oh, well, he thought, as he made his way down the hall, it'll make me look badass. He grinned to himself at that thought. Always the optimist, he decided, finally getting outside. Once this feat had been completed, getting to the park was simple; down one road, up the next, a shortcut or two, and viola! Park. Now began the difficult task; finding Carter. Sometimes, it was near impossible. Others, it could be downright simple. For example, right now, Timothy could just make out a dim light of what might be a fire. And everyone knew that fires equalled alcohol, equalled party. Or, in this case, Carter. Placing his hands in his pockets, Timothy made his way over, squinting to see through the dark. Once he'd gotten a few feet away, though, he realized that his friend probably wasn't here. At least, not any more. Just to be safe, he made eye contact with the most sober-looking person he could find, and asked, "Carter? A total douchebag, probably piss drunk by now?" The person waved their hand vaguely to the right, claiming that someone matching that particular description might've headed that way. Timothy nodded in thanks, and made his way through the growing darkness.

Soon enough, a playground came into view. An almost childish smile spread across Tim's face. He had a ridiculous 'thing' for playgrounds - not that he'd ever tell anyone, or anything. But they reminded him of his childhood, which had been, basically, a time of lollipops and rainbows, and sunshine and blue skies, and basically every sickeningly sweet 'perfect childhood' cliche out there. So, he loved playgrounds. He loved them even more when he saw Carter, sprawled out under a swing, laughing at absolutely nothing.

"Hey, Cupcake," Timothy greeted him, keeping in theme with his friends' nickname of the moment. In a way, they were like a muffin and a cupcake; Timothy was the boring, 'healthy' one: the one you knew you should eat, and who didn't taste half-bad with carrots. And Carter was the exciting, colourful one. Anyone's first choice, let's be honest, but too many and you'd find yourself in an early grave. Timothy snorted at that thought, sitting carefully down on the swing beside the one Carter had, evidently, fallen off of.[/size][/ul]

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The sounds of the group could still be heard in the distance as Carter had a hard time holding on to the chains anymore as his limp body swung beneath the swing, and as his palms started to get red and soar he released his grip letting his body drop to the ground as the loose gravel poked into his back. He did not mind though, laying on the ground was easy and required no sense of direction so he might as well stay there. Plus the night had looked beautiful, stars shimmering brilliantly in the sky while the moon was big and bright high above, and he hoped that if he had stayed there long enough he might just get to see a UFO or something although that were unlikely. The boy could dream though and that was exactly what he'd been doing about that night sky. His hand silently ran across his shoulder ontop of his clothes where he'd had his own space scene tattoo. It had been his pride and joy after he'd forced his father to sign the forms for permission.

Time seemed to stand still for him as he lay there sprawled out on the ground with his feet still situated on the swing so he could rock his feet back and forth. He would have thought his buddy would have been there by now so of course he figured he'd just ignored the call or something, or maybe the man had already been asleep or had been entertaining company, so instead of relying on him he'd just lay here until sober enough to head out and from there he'd find his way home eventually. His head snapped up and back though as he'd heard that familiar voice of his friends as he'd called him cupcake, and of course when he had seen the man come entirely into view he had nothing more than a huge goofy grin plastered on his face. I knew you didn't forget about me. I knew you would come. You always come for me. You're my hero,"

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He was rambling now as he figured he should get up and give his friend a proper greeting, but as he sat up he could feel quite a rush that made him dizzy as all hell, so instead of staying up he laid back down and just grinned as he watched him walk next to him and sit at the swing that'd been available there. "I thought you'd forgotten about me for a minute. You could never forget though huh? You're my hero."[/color] He managed to mumble the same damn phrases practically, of course he did change pronouns around though so he'd thought it'd been entirely new, but to someone as sober as Tim had been it'd be obvious that it was the same. "Where you been? I didn't interrupt anything right?"[/color] He asked looking up and over at him as he rested his hands under his head so the back of his head wasn't resting against rocks and dirt.

"You see my friends over there?"[/color] He asked just trying to keep the conversation going. It felt weird to have him laying here feeling pretty damn buzzed, some might say he'd been drunk as hell right now but he'd never admit that, and his best friend was as sober as could be he figured. "You shoulda been here, I missed you muffin." He kept the cute joking petname going as he looked up at the man with a bright smile. "I'd so kiss you right now if the world would stop spinning when I pick my head up."[/color] His voice deepened at that last part for some reason, that being just the thing Carter needed to go into yet again another fit of giggles. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was high more than drunk but that of course was not the case. Alcohol was one thing, drugs were something that he never wanted to touch.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[/i] drunk his friend was, but it was still funny to see it in person. The dazed, starry-eyed look didn't translate through the phone line, after all. Quietly, Tim kicked at the gravel below, scuffing away at it until bare dirt could be seen beneath. The edges of his shoe were a bit dusty, now, though it had already been so ratty that the added dirt hardly made a difference. For a moment, he was pensieve, expression becoming slightly wistful. Then, he twisted a bit, addressing Carter again.

"'Course I came," Timothy replied, his eyes moving to his friends' face. "How could I not? You did say I was needed, after all." There was an edge of sarcasm to his voice, though the sparkle in his eyes revealled that he was delighted to have recieved the call. To anyone who asked, he would deny the abnormal excitement he'd felt at the idea of hanging out with Carter. But inwardly, he was starkly aware of it. It was frightening, really. He swallowed, pushing the feeling away, wanting to simply enjoy the night and figure out what to do with the drunk boy.

"No, no, I could certainly never forget you," Timothy rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. He wrapped his hands around the chains of the swing, feeling security in the way the metal cooled his skin, and looked up at the sky. He remembered how, back in New York, the stars had barely been visible. The bright lights of the city had made sure of that. On most evenings, only the moon had managed to break through the electric haze surrounding the city, but here there was no such difficulty. It was probably his favourite thing about going to school here, though the thoughts of home had made him feel slightly downcast.

Glancing guiltily down at Carter, Timothy told his mind to stop. He'd come here for his friend, and that was the only reason. Of course, it was a great school - high reviews, and everything. Plus, he'd made plenty of friends. But the truth was, he never would've agreed to such a ridiculous education if Carter hadn't asked it of him. And, because of this, he couldn't talk to Carter about the occasional homesickness he experienced. Therefore, it was better to just forget about it. Timothy made a mental note to call his mom the next day, and brought his awareness back to the present.

"Nah, I was actually asleep when you called. So," Timothy shrugged as if to say 'not a problem.' The words didn't really need to be spoken, after all; even when Carter was piss drunk, he had to have a basic understanding body language. "Yeah, I see them." Timothy assured his friend, sighing at the boy's babbling and returning his smile. Of course, at Carter's next words, Tim felt a bit of a jolt, and pressed his lips together, looking down at his friend. Another fit of giggles, of course, but this time they were infectious, and Timothy found himself laughing, as well. All of a sudden, the world seemed incredibly funny, and it wasn't too long before he had joined Carter on the ground. There was something incredibly liberating about sprawling out in the middle of the playground at night.[/size][/ul]

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Carter loved just watching Tim because he'd always been so tame. Of course there were those times when he could get out of control and have a good time, but for the most part he'd always been the level headed one that'd keep Carter out of trouble, and that is of course exactly what Carter needed. Especially when he had been drunk considering that seemed to be the time that he would get into trouble the most. He laughed some as his friend emphasized the word needed, "I always need you. You know that. I'm incapable of being independent."

[/color] He grinned looking up at his friend on the swing. One thing about Carter had been while drinking his speech wasn't much affected, but that is only after years of experience and many hangovers. It's just what happens when you've been drinking almost your entire teen years. Of course that is not something to be bragging about in the end but it's all he had to show for himself it seemed.

"You sure as hell better not. I won't let you. You're pretty much stuck with me. How you feel about that one?"[/color] He did keep his sentences short when he had been drinking though. It made it easier for him to get his points across as he could think about each word. At least Tim had seen him drinking so many times before that this was probably nothing different. When he noticed him looking up to the sky he stayed quiet for a bit as he just focused his attention on the soft expression on his friends face. He had a feeling he'd been thinking about something but should he ask? "What's on your mind?"[/color] The only downfall of being drunk was he might not remember a good portion of tonight come tomorrow morning. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want,"[/color] He would always be there to listen to Tim when he needed it, but he would never force the man to say something if he hadn't been in the mood.

"I woke you up? I'm sorry,"[/color] He felt bad that he had to wake his friend up just to come and be with him. He honestly had no idea what time it had been though but he did know it had been late at least. "You could of just rolled over. I would have made it back to campus eventually."[/color] And by eventually that had probably meant tomorrow morning when he woke up after sleeping on the ground all night, and then with the hangover would wake him he'd suffer through the sun to scramble back to the school. "I am glad you came,"[/color] He said sounding as sincere as he could be at this moment. "It's funny. They didn't know me and gave me free booze. How sweet is that?"[/color] He grinned picking his head up to look back towards the group but all he could see from his spot had been the glow of the fire.

Carter loved seeing Tim having a good time though and when he heard him laughing the hugest grin he could muster came across his lips as he watched him. Tim had always had this boyish charm about him and when he smiled it just lit his entire face up, and of course Carter knowing he'd been the reason behind the good mood had made it all the better. "You been drinking too?"[/color] He teased trying to calm himself down as he'd seen his friend getting down on the ground beside him. He had always had this attraction to the man and having him so close had always made the butterflies start swarming in his stomach. He moved himself over across the ground until the two were right next to each other. "Now that's better,"[/color] He took Tim's hand in his and grasped it as he placed it on his stomach to be comfortable. He took a deep relaxing breathe as he closed his eyes for a brief moment just to try to get those butterflies to disappear.


[ notes, sorry it's a tad short. i'm just starting to get my muse back so i'm sure the next one will be better ^.^ ]
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[/color][/b]" Timothy laughed, looking down at the sloppy grin stretched across his friends' face. "I'm just lucky you chose me to be your - what was it? Hero?" He raised an eyebrow, wearing a clownish expression. He wasn't going to let that one go for some time.

In all honesty, Timothy really didn't mind being stuck with Carter for life. On the contrary, he couldn't imagine life without Carter in it. It would be so dull, so colourless. Hell, he wouldn't have anything to do. Most of his time was spent chasing after the boy, after all, and if he couldn't rely on that to occupy his time? Well, he'd probably die of boredom, or something equally dramatic. "Oh, well. Where'm I going to find another friend like you?" Timothy replied to Carters' question, shrugging nonchalantly. He didn't want the other to understand the weight of those words. He jumped a bit, at his friends' next inquiry. He hadn't really realized how revealling his expression had been, and he quickly brought back a crooked smile, appearing only slightly thougtful. "Just, you know, how you can't really see the stars in New York,[/color]," he answered. He could have told Carter about the occasional homesickness he was experiencing, but he opted to avoid that conversation for now. He wasn't about to reveal that this man was the cause of it. Then, he'd likely be forced onto the next plane home, and either end up inadvertantly dragging Carter along with him, or parting ways with his closest friend. Niether choice was worth the trouble.

"Not a problem," Timothy assured the boy, rolling his eyes. Carter could be such a loopy drunk, at times. "I was laying on the couch in my t-shirt and jeans. I was about to fall off, anyway. Plus, I had nothing better to do." He raised his eyebrows at Carter's claim about finding his way back to campus. Yeah, that would've happened. "Oh, sure, and spent all night wondering what sort of shit you were getting yourself into? I don't think so," Tim informed him. It was, in fact, true that he would've done just that. Had he rolled over and gone back to sleep, it would have only been temporary. After a while, the curiousity to find out who had called would've pulled him from his slumber, and by then, who knows where Carter might have gotten himself to? No matter what time of night it was, Timothy knew he'd have come looking for the bloke. There was just no other possible sequence of events.

"What? Free booze?" Timothy groaned, letting his head fall back. Then, he looked at Carter in disappointment, an expression of feigned anger on his face. "Free booze," he repeated, "and you call me after you've cleaned them out? Honestly." He sighed, pressing his lips together in an unsatisfied expression. He didn't really care all that much, of course. He just liked to pull Carter's leg about that sort of thing. The other boy had a habit of calling him after the drinking had been completed, unless there was some sort of outrageous party going on (which this had obviously not been).

Timothy laughed a few more times, letting go of all the worry and tension which had been festering about inside him. His eyes sparkled slightly, reflecting what little light was present, and he turned his head to look at Carter. The gravel dug unpleasantly into his scalp, but he paid it no mind, now at the emotional point of 'deliriously happy.' It was unbelievable, that being around Carter had this effect on him, but he'd long ago learned to accept it. It wouldn't be going away any time soon. "No, I'm not drunk!" he cried, suddenly wanting to fill the pressing silence with noise, "I'm high on life!" As he said this, Tim lifted his hands to the sky, giggling again. For a moment, he grabbed at the stars, then let his arms fall back down to the earth, catching his breath. He watched Carter move closer, felt the boy's hand wrap around his own. He was silent, for a time, desperately wishing they could stay like this forever. Tim was young, but he knew that he loved his best friend more than any other person he'd ever met. Probably ever would meet. He'd never admit it, obviously, but he was painfully aware of the fact.

"That's always better," he informed Carter, looking over at him again. He squeezed his hand slightly, grinned, and returned his gaze to the sky. [/size][/ul]

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Carter stretched out his body on the ground as he wiggled some so a rock wouldn't be jabbing him in the thigh, but other than that small discomfort he'd had no problem laying down on the loose gravel. His mouth shot open in mock surprise as his best friend had made the joke, or at least the laugh afterwards made Carter assume it'd been a joke, about having come to the conclusion prior about his dependency. In the end though he had a feeling both of them had known just how much that statement had been true. He knew without Tim he'd be one hell of a wreck. That man, whether he wanted to admit it or not, had kept Carter's hands clean from a lot of stuff. His next comment had Carter blushing some, or at least it'd felt like it considering the burning cheeks of his seemed even hotter for split seconds, so he quickly brought his hand up to cup his face as he rolled his eyes laughing some. "Ha let's pretend that didn't happen,"[/color] drunk or not he knew that word probably wasn't the best used and he'd get teased for it later. He couldn't help but laugh, at least tonight he would remember using it whereas tomorrow when Tim were to bring it up again he might be clueless. Of course, hero being a corny word or not, he was pretty much the only person that Carter looked up to in his life. His parents, well saying he hated them was putting it mildly, so again was just one of the reasons why his feelings were so strong for Tim. "Did you really think i'd choose someone else?"[/color] He asked, his voice having a serious tone to it. He hoped his friend believed that he'd been so close to Carter for a reason other than just to bail him out of bad situations.

Times like this with Tim had been so nice and peaceful though. Sure in the distance you could randomly hear some hollering and yelling from the drunken group, but Carter could easily tune it out and make it only about him and Tim. He had been able to do that rather easily after so many late nights in the big city when the two of them would be hanging out until odd hours into the morning. He would never admit this to anyone but back in the city when him and Tim would spend all night together doing anything and everything that was probably when he was happiest in life, but of course if mentioned he was afraid Tim might shy away because Carter had been so madly in love with him, so instead of saying anything he put on that brave face and hung out with him with no strings attached. "Like me? Not possible, i'm one of a kind baby!"[/color] His thoughts seemed to wander as Tim talked about the stars in New York and he did nothing more than nod slowly with his head still against the ground. "I never noticed, my eyes were always focused on far more gorgeous things,"[/color] That flirt in Carter came out strong as he smirked up at the other man, but at the same time he was being serious though hoped the other man wouldn't read into it like that because he didn't want to make things weird. "You must be thrilled I brought you here then, stars most every night when it's not raining or cloudy."[/color] He had no idea his friend had been missing home as much as he had. He had never missed home and wouldn't usually think about it, but that was just because he hated his family and the more miles between them the better in his opinion.

Carter couldn't help but get some boyish grin on his face as Tim started to talk about how he'd been resting. "You planned to knock out in a pair of jeans? That must've been comfortable. Why the hell were you on the couch? You have a bed-"[/color] He laughed shaking his head, sometimes Tim was just too funny. He had been the type to fall asleep just about anywhere and had found himself falling asleep on the couch on more than one occassion when he'd been watching a show or something, so of course he would not judge his best friend if he had done it as well sometimes. "OUCH so i'm your last resort?"[/color] He asked as he playfully pouted his lip out as though it had hurt his feelings that the only reason his friend had shown up was because he'd had nothing better to do. He had a feeling that it hadn't been the only reason he was there but still it was fun to joke and mess around with him. He took none of this to heart and even if he was a last resort sort of thing he'd take it because it'd meant he was on his mind. He just grinned at the next comment, "Am I really that predictable? Getting in shit on a nightly basis?"[/color] It had probably been true but at the same time as long as Tim had been looking out for him he would be alright. "I don't want to be the one that you lose sleep over,"[/color] He said with a smile as he saw Tim had been looking down at him on the ground. Carter glanced beside him quick with his eyes as though motioning for him to join. There had been far too much distance between the two of them.

Carter kept as serious of an expression on his face as he could as he heard the other start to talk about the beer, "I swear I didn't know a damn thing 'til I was half in the bag."[/color] that had been somewhat true though as he thought about it. He had been walking around the park aimlessly when he had heard some noise and followed it. He had heard a loud crack and flames shoot up from a trash barrel and he rushed over. He wished he could say he would jump in to save the day if someone had been in danger because of the fire, but sadly he had ran so fast to get there just because the fire itself had been somewhat mesmerizing and he was drawn to it just like a moth. He was tossed a beer by some chick he'd never seen before and before he knew it he'd tossed a few back and was feeling pretty damn carefree. "Maybe if you were around when I left I could have dragged your ass out with me,"[/color] He had left rather early and was sure that Tim had been at practice or something. He did not keep a schedule for his best friend and was not one of those types that needed to know his whereabouts all the time. "I'll make it up to you, how does that sound?"[/color] He would find some way to make it up to him even though he could not think of something right off the top of his head. He was sure when he was sober something amazing would come to him, or at least it would if he would remember this conversation in the morning.

As his friend joined him on the ground he did not waste any time moving over to lay beside him as their bodies nearly touched, a silent gasp at the closeness on Carter's behalf. When his friend proclaimed that he hadn't been drunk, just high on life, Carter found himself bursting at the seams with wild laughter. He just could not stop himself as he looked over at Tim, "Do you have any idea how gay that sounded?"[/color] Carter loved calling things gay because it didn't bother him to use the word. He himself had been attracted to men so what was the big deal with that label? So many people made a big deal out of a damn three letter word, it just didn't make sense. "It's stuff like that that reminds me why exactly I love you!"[/color] His eyes widened as he looked away for a moment, his heart thomping as he turned back just to watch his friends display with the sky. His laughter started back up again at the goof that had been the love of his life, and as he took his hand things just seemed right. "Want to know what is better than just holding hands?"[/color] He asked picking his body up to rest on it's side as his lips brushed against the mans cheek giving him a simple peck. "Kisses are always better signs of affection."[/color] He whispered letting out a very quiet giggle.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" Then, he smiled to himself. This would be one of those things he'd talk about in the morning, which Carter wouldn't remember in the slightest. It almost wasn't worth it. But, on the off-chance that the boy had even the vaguest memory of tonight, Timothy knew he would be bringing this subject up again. Childishly, Tim gripped the chains of the swing, leaning back to look at Carter up-side-down. His expression didn't reveal the elation he felt at hearing those words. He was an expert at hiding just how special Carter made him feel; he'd had plenty of practise. Even waking up in the morning, knowing that he had managed to claim the roll of the other boy's best friend, was enough to send him through the roof. "Well, not really," Tim admitted, trying to see if he could drop his head low enough to make his hair touch the ground. He hadn't succeeded yet. "I'm a pretty kickass hero, y'know." With a grunt, he pulled himself back into an upright position, shutting his eyes for a moment as the blood rushed to his head. Briefly, the world spun around him, but by the time Carter spoke again it had managed to anchor itself.

The boy's words brought another smile to Tim's lips, and he replied quietly. "You certainly are," he said, voice almost too low to be heard over the sounds of the night. It seemed that things came dangerously close to serious, then, but Tim was relieved to have said it. He wasn't a very forward person, especially when it came to emotions, and the fact that he could even hint at what he felt for Carter was unbelievable. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then started at his friends' outrageous flattery. Once he'd managed to regain his balance on the swing, Tim rolled his eyes. It's just in fun. Don't get too excited, he told himself, unwilling to get his hopes up. It was incredibly stupid, that one bloke had such a disarming effect on him. Not knowing what to say to such blatant flirtation, Tim simply offered Carter his wide, toothy smile, letting him know that the compliment was well recieved.

Timothy thought about admitting to Carter that he missed his family. It almost felt like lying, to keep something so relevant from his friend, but he didn't want to deal with the consequences of the confession. So, he steeled himself against his longing for home, and bravely replied, "yeah, it's amazing out here." Hopefully, his companion would leave the conversation at that, because as far as Tim was concerned, it was done. "Pfft," he scoffed, in reply Carter's next words, "Look who's talking. I'm pretty sure you'd fall sleep on the kitchen counter, if you happened to get tired while you were there. And my jeans are incredibly comfortable![/color]" He tried to act wounded, that such an accusation would be made about his pants, but it was completely ridiculous. Besides, they had been causing a bit of discomfort.

"Of course you're my last resort. Someone has to be," Timothy revealled, sounding matter-of-fact. Then, feeling guilty, he added shyly, "but you're also my first, if that helps." And my everything in between, he added to himself, though he figured that bit was much too mushy to say aloud. Tim was usually a fairly big flirt, but he tended to hold back around Carter. Mostly because he did actually care for Carter. The man wasn't just some dude he'd met at a party, after all; if that were the case, he would've been focusing more on pickup lines and less on friendly banter.

"What else do you do at night? Besides dream about unicorns and rainbows, I mean," Timothy asked sarcastically, realizing that Carter did seem to get into shit quite a lot. Or, rather, he tried to get into shit quite a lot. Fortunately, he had Timmy to stop him, and therefore life was just dandy. Tim couldn't imagine where his friend would've been by now, he he not prevented some of the boy's more insane ideas from becoming reality. Probably in the loony bin. Or a group home. "Too late for that," he replied to Carter's comment about losing sleep. He wasn't even going to try to add up all the hours he'd spent laying awake, thinking about his friend. Though, not in the way Carter might've been expecting.

"Oh, well. Next time," he said decidedly. He didn't particularily care about missing out on free booze, or even random parties. Tim was actually fairly easy-going when it came to that sort of thing; it was a right-place right-time kind of deal, and if things didn't work out? Well, a person had to get over it. Immediately, Tim found himself imagining just how he'd like Carter to make it up to him, which elicited what was probably a deep blush across his face. He hated that about his complexion. The blushing. The general redness after taking part in any form of exercise. It got old, after a while. "Yes, you will. If you even remember anything tomorrow," he told his friend dryly, though the grin on his face was enough to expel all notions of annoyance at the possibility that Carter would forget. The man owed him so many forgotten favours, he'd stopped counting. Never really started, actually.

Carter's laughter was contagious, and soon Tim felt tears of mirth pricking the corners of his eyes. He rolled slightly, putting his forehead against his friend's shoulder an an attempt to stabilize his body until the giggling had stopped. Finally, he regained his natural breathing pattern, and rolled away slightly, subtly closing what was left of the space between them. Frustratingly, his body tensed at the use of the l-word. This was followed by a rush of emotion, and Tim wished more than anything that he could take this as seriously as he would like. Of course, he had to act like it was just a regular 'I love you.' After all, it probably was. "Yeah, I'm pretty damn loveable," he managed to force the words out. They felt empty and pointless in return to what Carter had said, but they were all Tim could really bring himself to offer. One day, maybe, he'd be able to admit how he really felt. But for now? He couldn't risk losing his best friend just yet.

Tim was pretty sure his heart clenched at Carters' next words. He knew what was coming - this had happened before, loads of times. And yet, he still felt as excited and impassioned as the very first occurence. However, the moment was made bittersweet by the knowledge that it wouldn't change anything. They would still be 'just friends.' And, to top it all off, Carter would probably have forgotten about it in the morning. It would just be one of those little, confused memories floating around Tim's head. Moments to look back on when he felt particularily forlorn about the situation he'd gotten himself into.

"I'd have to agree with you, on that point," Tim said, adopting a false confidence. As much as he knew going along with this would hurt him, he couldn't stop it from happening. You're such a fucking pushover, his mind supplied. Carter bats his eyelashes at you, and suddenly you've got no will-power. No self-respect. Almost angrily, Timmy pushed the thoughts away, eager to get on with the night. He could deal with the guilt and self-deprication in the morning; now, he was going to have fun. "Know what's better than a kiss on the cheek?" he added, eyes glinting mischeviously up at his friend. He rolled slightly, his elbow supporting his weight, and raised an eyebrow at the other man, grinning cheekily. If Carter wanted it, he would have to come get it.[/size][/ul]

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He laughed as he could listen to his friends playful banter all night, and from the feel of things he had a feeling he might just do that because his ass did not seem to want to budge from that spot for at least a little while. His feet were getting rather uncomfortable and were starting to fall asleep as he'd kept them on the swing moving them around in the air, so instead he picked them up from the swing and let them drop to the ground at the same time immediately letting out a small yipe like a puppy having been hurt, and with that his leg jumped back in the air as his hand came to rest on the back of his thigh. "Damn stone!"[/color] He growled before realizing that he should have realized something like that was bound to happen, so instead of holding a grudge on the ground he got over it and started to laugh. He was such a loser sometimes, but soon he let his leg hit the ground as he watched his friend flip backwards as the chains supported him so he wouldn't fall. He remembered doing that so many times before but he hadn't done it in quite some time. It was fun watching Tim do it though, that boyish charm of his being something that Carter had found so enthralling. "Ah, again with the hero!"[/color] He teased covering his face with his hands, okay even drunk or not he'd have to try to think before speaking, though that was easier said than done.

Carter was never one to sit around in one spot for too long, or lay for that matter considering that is what he'd been doing right now, but as him and Tim just sat / laid here talking he didn't want to move because he didn't want to ruin the moment. He could hear something come from Timmy's lips after he'd said he'd been one of a kind, but he wasn't entirely sure just what it had been since there really wasn't any volume behind it, so instead of trying to push the subject he just looked at him curiously before smiling that broad grin of his. He knew it couldn't have been anything bad, Tim hadn't said anything back about Carter for as long as he could remember so why would he start now? He knew one thing for certain though, he was good at flirting because he watched his friend get perfectly flustered and he couldn't help but just grin watching that deep breathe be taken trying to calm himself down. Carter accepted the smile as payment for such a deserving compliment as he too couldn't help but sport that wide grin at his best friend, words did not need to be exchanged to get their feelings across to one another most of the time, and of course tonight seemed to be just like one of those nights.

But he knew that it would be goofy for them to just stare at each other smiling all night so the conversation had to keep going, so as he looked back up at the stars he started to talk again. He did happen to glance back down at his friend on the swing though a few times without him noticing, he just couldn't get over how beautiful this man had been. He found it hard to believe that he could truly love someone the way that he had this man, and the worst part about it was he was walking around madly in love with the one person he couldn't tell. What the hell was up with that? He wished he could just open his mouth and spill his heart out to his friend, but instead when he opened his mouth the only thing that'd came out had been "What in the world would I be doing on the counter?"[/color] He burst out laughing completely forgetting the fact that he'd just wanted to come out with his feelings. He was actually surprised he had kept it hidden for so long especially after getting drunk so many times. He took that as quite the accomplishment. "Comfortable? Nah, I think they'd be more comfortable thrown on the floor somewhere. Too restricting."[/color] Carter loved walking around his dorm in just his boxers and wished his best friend would do it all the time as well, it made for such good eye candy.

He groaned at the last resort comment though but it didn't bother him all that much. The next part had him grinning though as he could feel a swarm of excitement send itself shooting through his body. He knew there was no reason to get his hopes up though so he quickly calmed himself down. If the other could see that sudden outburst of happiness he's just blame it on the alcohol, maybe the pent up emotions were part of the reason he was drinking so much lately. He laughed hysterically at the unicorns comment as he looked at Tim completely confused for a moment before understanding what the man had been talking about. "I don't go looking for trouble, it just sorta finds me. You know that."[/color] Okay so that was somewhat of a lie considering on more than one occassion he found himself searching for disaster and trouble. It just seemed to be more fun for him if there was some trouble he could get into, playing by the rules had never been his sort of thing. "Are you trying to make me feel bad mister?"[/color] He asked pouting out that lip again as he watched his friend, he didn't want to hear that he was the reason the other was losing sleep.

Carter just nodded some re-positioning himself because he could feel his butt starting to get numb beneath him, "I promise, and you know me, there is always a next time. How about if I don't remember you can tell me! I'll believe you because you'd never lie to me,"[/color] He thought that to be true, he could never see Tim lying or holding anything back from him. But then again that is because they were so close, even he hadn't held anything back from Tim other than the BIGGEST THING OF ALL. His feelings, he refused to let them out in the open even being this close to his friend. Carter was glad he'd had Tim laughing though as he nuzzled against the mans hair as he had his head on his shoulder for just those moments, that silly fit of laughter sending Carter into almost a trance as he could just fixate on how perfect Tim had been in every way possible. He knew he needed to get over these feelings for his friend but he just couldn't shake them no matter what he did. "So damn loveable and cuddly too,"[/color] He said as he could feel him moving and yet the space between them closed.

As Carter leaned over and kissed him on his cheek he let his lips linger there for just a second taking in the all too familiar scent of his friend, that alone sending him on a whirlwind of emotion as he closed his eyes for a moment. He smirked when he heard his friends question and it grew even wider when he'd watched him roll to his side to face him, "What is better than a kiss on the cheek? I bet I have a clue,"[/color] He had no problem initiating things, it usually had always been him, but then again it was him that had usually stopped everything at the same time. He was such a damn tease when it came down to it. He leaned in, his hand cupping the others cheek as he pressed his lips against his kissing him, the instant they came together Carter's mind had been sent racing but he took deep breathes trying to make it as little noticed as possible that just a kiss could send him crazy. "How's that for better?"[/color][/size]

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[/color][/b]" he laughed at Carter's feigned embarassement, thoroughly enjoying the moment. He quite like the title of 'hero,' to tell the truth; it made him feel important. Inflated his ego a bit, perhaps. He tried to envision himself as one of those flambuoyant, leotard-clad warriors who stood on top of tall buildings with their capes flapping in the wind, but couldn't quite picture something so ridiculous. He was more of an 'every day' hero, anyway. The kind they featured on the news. He should get a medal, or something - looking after drunken, rebellious teenagers was no easy feat, after all. "It's about time you recognized my abilities."

Timothy had glanced away from Carter, after the slightly awkward silence which had begun to come between them. However, as he realized the humour in what he'd just said, he let out a loud, barking laugh, throwing his head back with the liberty the night offered. When he'd managed to catch his breath, he gasped, "I don't know." He thought for a moment, squinting his eyes slightly in contemplation. Then, hit with sudden inspiration, he added, "making toast?" He spun around slightly on the swing to look at his friends, eyes alight with the excitement of having found a suitable answer. "You know, how it's really boring to wait for the toast to pop, so maybe you'd fall asleep on the counter while you were waiting? With your head near the toaster. As a sort of alarm system!" After that brief word-vomit, he stopped abruptly, realizing that what he'd just said probably didn't make any sense out loud. It'd been much more logical in his head. But, most things were.

"But.. they're my baggy jeans," Timothy countered, as if he couldn't believe that Carter was being so daft. He didn't particularily like walking around in his boxers, unless he'd just woken up. He wasn't the type to throw off his pants the moment he got home - doing so made him feel seedy. Besides, he had to be ready to go at the snap of a finger. Or, in this case, the ring of a telephone. Pants were simply a part of the daily routine. He was too frightened to look at his friend after the whole 'first resort' thing. The lack of response probably meant he was getting a confused look, and he decided to opt out of explaining exactly what he'd meant. He was pleased by Carter's reaction to his comment about the unicorns - most of the time, when Tim tried to be funny, people seemed prone to either roll their eyes or ignore him. Then again, Carter wasn't exactly in a normal mind set. But Tim chose to take his laughter as a personal victory, nonetheless.

"I'm sure it does," Tim replied appeasingly, shaking his head in the darkness. On the contrary, Carter seemed to enjoy doing dangerous things. It was precisely why Tim was so watchful of him. He didn't mother the boy, or follow him around to make sure he was safe, or any of that nonsense. He knew that his friend had a knack for getting out of things on his own. Tim's job was merely to prevent him from getting caught up in incriminating acts in the first place, and to bail him out in the event that he did them anyway. He considered Carter's next question, and chose to avoid going into the subject of whether or not he lost sleep over him. More trouble than it's worth, he thought. In order to move the conversation along, he answered with, "Maybe... but don't worry. You can make that up to me, too!" He grinned widely. Carter was damn lucky Tim didn't keep track of all the favours he owed.

Tim's bit his lip slightly as Carter spoke again. No, he didn't lie to him. He knew without consideration that that would be impossible. He simply with held certain things in the interests of their friendship. That was his first priority - their friendship. Without a doubt, he would never ever put that in jeapordy. As hard as it was, as much as it hurt, he could hold his true feelings back for the rest of his life. Friends was enough, wasn't it? They were still close, still happy, still on the same level.. it was fine. "Alright. I'm going to hold you to that," he said, rolling slightly to shake his finger at Carter. He felt it proved just how serious he was. He chuckled at his friends' agreement with his claim at being loveable, casting a semi-flirtatious glance to the boy. It was true; Tim was a self-confessed cuddler. Especially when it came to Carter.

Timothy smirked as Carter pulled away, ready for what was about to come. He wet his lips slightly, letting out a small breath. Just one kiss, he rationed himself sternly, one kiss, and you're done. Don't give in, this time. Then, he felt Carter's mouth on his own, and the thinking stopped. In that brief moment, he knew. This always happened. Just when Timothy was sure he'd be able to go on without admitting his love for Carter, something would happen, and he'd be dragged right back down into the endless black pit of affection. It was crazy, but there was no doubt about it - there would never be another Carter, not for him. And there was nothing that would change that. As the man pulled away, Timothy's careful reasoning was shoved away by a blind desire for more. He knew that this time, just like every time, Carter would abruptly put a stop to things, but he didn't really care any more. He'd take as much as he could get, and deal with the pain of rejection later. "Pretty damn better,[/color]" he giggled, not quite making sense. Then, before he could come to his senses, Tim wound his hand over the back of Carter's head, pulling him in for a second, deeper kiss. [/size][/ul]

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Carter couldn't stop rubbing his thigh for the longest time as he watches his friend's quick reaction. He just laughed, something he did quite often tonight as he was around him more, but of course he could also blame the wild random fits of laughter on the alcohol in his system, but eventually that'd be washed away and he'd never nothing more to blame than his unconditional foolish love for the man, that hopeless romance that made him feel nothing more than giddy and like he'd been floating on cloud nine all the time. He just shrugged laughing still when he'd asked him 'what', he'd forgotten what he'd said already as he couldn't control this laughter long enough to say an actual word. "Your abilities? Oh listen to you Captain-"[/color] He stopped talking as his mind could not come up with a good enough title for his friend. If he had been sober it might have came to him in no time flat either, damn the effects of drinking and the lack of creativity in his mind. "Captain Muffin, that's it! Now I remember!"[/color] He was so excited to remember what he'd called him on his voicemail, that alone was a feat worthy of his own cape and leotard.

And then after joking came that weird silence, though Carter took this time to take a few breathes and relax more against the ground. He still could not believe he hadn't gotten up yet, or that he had even had the urge to move hardly since laying down. It was hardly comfortable but it didn't seem to mind him, it was actually the last thing on his mind each time Timmy spoke to him, such a sexy voice his friend had. He burst out laughing yet again at the toast comment though as he rambled on Carter could almost see something like that happening. "Don't tell me I actually did that one night, did I do that one night? Oh man that is so lame!"[/color] He cupped his face in embarassment as he tried to think about how he looked falling asleep on the counter waiting for toast. His laughter all of a sudden came to an abrupt halt as he looked as serious as could be up at his friend and slowly asked, "I didn't burn the toast did I?"[/color] He had seriously thought that it'd been something he'd done while drinking, wouldn't put it past him, even if it had been just some random example that his friend had thrown together for sake of discussion. "Oh man I hope I didn't burn the toast. I hate burnt toast."[/color] Now his mind was going off on some tangent thinking about what he'd put on the toast since he'd hated dry toast. He was so bad sometimes when he was drunk and would think too much about something as trivial as fake toast.

Carter smirked and wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner as the other explained how they were his baggy pair, "ah yes, the ones that're super easy to just yank off. I remember those."[/color] Of course having a roomie like Carter meant the occassional pantsing, so when Tim's pants were too baggy he'd come up and pull them down fast enough to leave him in just his boxers and get away before Tim had time to react. He let that conversation slip from his fingers though as he found himself thinking about stripping his friend Tim right out there in the middle of the park, and since he'd known that was entirely off limits he had to take his mind to more pure of thoughts. They were just friends, he could not think about doing anything more than the simple kissing and hugging they were used to. "Hmm? Oh, yes, it does. Glad you understand."[/color] He had to pull himself back into the conversation because he'd been letting his fantasy carry him away to a place he knew he shouldn't be going. He just couldn't help himself, Tim was like forbidden fruit almost and it drove him wild. He smirked as he joked about making it up to him, "Whatever way you want me to, and I mean that!"[/color] Of course he meant that, drunk or not if Tim gave a command of course Carter would probably do it no problem. He was madly in love with the man and would do anything to make him happy.

"Wait, hold me to what?"[/color] He asked since after his friend had gotten so close to him his mind started to get jumbled as his thoughts were consumed with nothing more than their bodies touching beside one another. "Oh yeah, I remember what you're talking about. You reminding me what i'm forgetting right?"[/color] That did not make too much sense but it was more than he had figured he could be doing right now, especially as his friend rolled to his side and his lips had been so close to his. At this point nothing else mattered as Carter had made the first move, but as he pulled away to ask the question the answer he'd gotten from Tim had him wanting to laugh, but just as he'd been cracking his lips open to burst at the seams his friend pressed his lips against his once more, this time pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Carter knew what to do right now as he rolled his own body over on his side to face Timmy better as he leaned down on his arm that'd been planted on the ground to pick his body up so his lips were higher than the mans on the ground. He had no problem with this kiss not breaking, if anything when their lips would part of the final time he'd be disappointed, so he tried to make his moving around fit in with his lips motions against Tim's, as though everything were connected and working smoothly together.

He took his freehand and slid it across the others stomach to rest on the ground beside him as he turned his body even more until his chest was now laying damn near ontop of Tim's as he'd found his way almost ontop of him. He knew he had to stop though before he turned himself on, not that it hadn't already been a problem as he could feel himself getting arroused, but that was because he'd been making out with his best friend who he'd loved with most everything he'd had. He had to break the kiss now and with that, as painful as it had been, he let his lips part from the others quick as he stumbled off and away from him and stumbled once more to his feet. He put his wrist in his mouth and bit down feeling the sensitive area start to throb, that taking care of any arrousal he'd had so he could hide it from his friends, and if he'd asked why his hand was at his mouth he'd crack some lame joke about how he was simply 'wiping off the cooties', a joke that he'd throw out there all the damn time just to make it seem less obvious he was getting turned on. "We should probably start walking, don't want to sit still for too long ya know."[/color] He was going to act weird but only because he almost let himself get too carried away and that would not be a good thing. He walked over and dropped a hand down so he could help him up if he needed it.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" As usual, Timothy took the joke way to far. However, he was too busy laughing at his own nerdiness to care. That was the great thing about hanging around Carter; he could do whatever the hell he wanted, and not worry about the impression he was making. They'd known each other long enough that they were both used to each other's occasional stupid outbursts and whatnot.

Timothy let Carter rant on about the toaster and the kitchen counter. While it would have been a hilarious thing for his friend to have done, he hadn't actually witnessed it. He could see it clearly, in his mind - Carter curled up in the fetal position, sucking his thumb beside the toaster. It was quite amusing, actually, and he snorted before correcting the other man. "No, you never-" Then, he realized how serious Carter had been about the burnt toast. Which brought yet another fit of giggles, forcing Timothy to abandon all thoughts of speaking and grip tightly to the chains of the swing instead, to avoid falling off the swing. He leaned forward, stomach sore from laughter. "N-no," he wheezed, voice thick with mirth, "you didn't!" He let out an accidental cackle. It cut through the silence of the night in a most embarassing way, which only gave him reason to laugh harder. It was quite some time before he'd regained control over himself.

Tim scowled at the memory of being pantsed. It had happened countless times, and gotten to the point that he'd looked into buying tighter jeans. However, he just couldn't let his favourite baggy pair go. Instead, he'd taken to buying interesting boxer shorts - at least then, he wouldn't have to be embarassed about his choice of undergarment. "Yeah, yeah, that pair. You've really got to stop pulling my pants down, too - makes you seem gayer than you already are." His voice sounded gruff, but he smiled his iconic grin again, and all notions of seriousness disappeared. Like Carter, Tim had no problem with the g-word or its many uses.

As Carter promised to do 'whatever' Tim wanted, Tim gave him a mischevious look. "Not so sure you should've offered that, mate. Too bad you can't take it back." After pulling his mind from the gutter (with some effort), Tim considered exactly what he might make Carter do. The dishes, for example, or the wash. Maybe he'd even get him to rent one of those french maid costumes, and wash the floors. That'd be a laugh - especially if the photos made their way to one social networking site or another. Tim smiled to himself as he considered the endless possibilities. Yet, even in his mind, he carefully steered clear of anything too sexual.

Tim would've gladly made a joke about the "Hold me to what?" question, but his witty mind was not fast enough to keep up with Carter's memory. It was a shame, really. That could've been a good one. "Uh, yes," Tim replied, still trying to figure out whether his friends' sentence had made any sense. He didn't want to put too much effort into that, though, so he chose to assume that Carter knew what he was talking about and move on.

As Carter moved into the higher position, Timothy wrapped his other arm around the man's neck, enjoying the kiss while he could. Slowly, he lowered himself back to the ground, ignoring the prickle of the rocks against his skin. He shivered, feeling Carter's hand brush against his stomach, turning him on the slightest bit more. Please don't be a tease this time, he willed his friend silently, oddly comforted by the feeling of the other's body so close to him. For a moment, it seemed the world was perfectly in sync. Timothy experienced a rush of euphoria, though he pushed it away, knowing that if he got too outwardly happy about this, Carter would become suspicious. When he felt the other bloke pull away, Timothy reluctantly let him go, watching as he moved off to the side. As usual, he seemed to be biting his wrist. Whether it was some sort of obscure habit, or what, Timothy wasn't sure. He just knew that the same old story had been replayed once again, and like the lovesick puppy he was, he'd gone along with it anyway. He suddenly realized that he was breathing too loudly, and quickly stifled the sound. Thank God he'd worn his baggy pants tonight. Otherwise, things might've become uncomfortable, though the sheer sting of disappointment was quickly taking care of that problem.

"Yeah. Definitely," Timothy replied briskly, pushing himself into a more upright position. His voice still sounded a bit musky, so he cleared his throat, looking away from Carter. When he turned back to find the offered hand, he blatantly ignored it, getting up on his own. Without glancing back to make sure his friend was following, he started in the direction of the dorms, calling, "come on, then." [/size][/ul]

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Carter loved listening to the random jokes that his friend could make, and as he heard the sidekick name he'd been given he couldn't hold his laughter back any longer. What was short fits turned into a loud uproar for just a few split seconds, and then when he'd realized how loud he was being he stopped and finished off with a short faint giggle. "At least i'm a man and not a boy, it seems about fitting."[/color] He closed his eyes and could see himself and Timmy standing there above a large city with their super stances, well Carter of course being nothing more than a shadow to the real hero that Tim had been. He didn't mind not being in the spotlight though, sometimes he preferred it though that was very seldom. Carter was an attention whore, that much was just obvious for anyone who knew him. "You have too much time on your hands."[/color] He did not find that to be a bad thing though and liked the fact that he had a vivid imagination.

Carter had really been freaking out about that toaster though, or maybe he'd been freaking out more about the imaginary toast that he was supposedly cooking and ready to eat. He was trying to think about when he would have done that when Tim let him know that he had never seen that, and Carter happily let out a sigh of relief as he looked over at him. "Hey it's not funny!"[/color] He laughed as his friend obviously had been having a hell of a good time laughing at Carter's stupidity, but the more he thought about it he could see it as nothing more than hilarious while he imagined how stupid he must have looked to the sober man on the swing. Carter watched as his laughter turning into a cackling roar and he had a hard time getting himself to stop, so he didn't even bother trying to calm the other one down, the most he could do had been shade his face in embarassment once more. "Stupid imaginary burnt toast,"[/color] He cursed the imaginary piece of toast as he just giggled some. He was so thankful that Tim could forgive how stupid he had been on a near daily basis, he especially must have seemed dumb when he'd been drinking.

"Oh no, I wouldn't want people to think i'm too gay!"[/color] He put both his hands on his cheeks as he opened his mouth wide to look surprised before smirking up at the man. "It's not gay when we're the only ones around is it?"[/color] Okay so maybe pulling another guys pants down had been gay even if nobody else had been around, especially doing it the number of times he had, but that did not stop him from tugging at the pants on most occassions that he'd gotten. "If that's what you want though, i'll leave the pants alone. You better remind me when i'm sober."[/color] Of course he did not want to do that but he would if his friend had wanted it. He was all about making sure his friend was happy, and if Carter doing stupid shit like that had upset him he'd just have to stop. It was that simple. He just smirked though as he figured offering to do whatever had been good compromise for everything. Especially after the whole pantsing thing added to the list of shit he'd put his friend through. "I wouldn't dream of taking it back. Better make it good though. You only get one."[/color] That was a lie, he could tell Carter to do so many things and he'd do each one of them no matter how stupid or immature they had been.

Carter and Timmy seemed to be doing a lot of talking though, so that must have been because they were far enough away from one another because within a few minutes of meeting him down on the ground Carter had been practically ontop of him. Of course he could not put a lot of his weight on the other because of the rocks below, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the other man, but still he did want to put as much on him as he could because his arms had felt almost weak while around this man. Tim never seemed to mind and almost welcomed his touch but that didn't seem to matter to Carter, it's like he'd been so blinded by his own obsession that he failed to notice the others burning desire staring him right in the face, so as he stood up and turned away he never once noticed the wreck that'd been his friend on the ground. The tooth trick on the wrist had done the trick though hurt like hell as he shook out his hand and turned towards his friend who had still been on the ground, and as he put a brave face on and grinned as though nothing had just happened as he walked over he could tell something was up. "Sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."[/color] He pointed below him at the rocks that had been there. That was not the entire reason why he had stopped just barely, normally he would go further but out in the middle of the park just wasn't the ideal location, but still stopping quick like that must not have been easy to handle for Tim. He watched as his friend pulled himself up and started to walk without even looking back at him, and as he told him to come on Carter just sighed slipping his hands in his pocket and following behind silently wondering what he could do to change the kids mood back to a happier one. He seemed miserable all of a sudden.


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[/color][/b]" he reflected forlornly, staring off into the distance. However, lately, it almost seemed he didn't have enough time. Between school, homework, teams and chasing down Carter after dark, Tim barely had a second to himself. Fortunately, that was just the way he liked it. He felt useful. He was living in the moment. And, at the end of the day, he still had enough energy to make up ridiculous slogans concerning imaginary superheros. Who wouldn't want this life? He smiled appreciatively at himself, experiencing a moment of extreme confidence. Of course, that made him feel silly, and he giggled again.

"Oy, lay off the toast," Timothy managed, still laughing quite heartily. He had no idea how he could find this so funny. Perhaps it was because he was both exhausted and giddy at the same time, or perhaps it was simply a way of easing whatever stress he'd been feeling throughout the day. It didn't really matter, though; Tim loved laughing, and therefore he accepted it in all circumstances. Except at funerals. "And it is funny! It is! I never knew you cared so much about burnt toast!" He snorted rather unceremoniously, which drove him to the point of breathlessness, which eventually led to a general calming down. With a satisfied sigh, he rubbed his stomach, which was now sore. This was a good night, so far, especially considering his sober state.

Tim scoffed at Carter's next words, rolling his eyes again. "No, 'course not," he said sarcastically, pushing at the ground a little to put some movement into the swing. He had a habit of figiting while speaking. Or, for that matter, doing anything which didn't require the full attention of his body. His features formed a puzzled expression as he considered his friend's question. It probably wasn't meant to be particularily deep or philosophical, but he really put an effort into answering it, anyway. Could it be considered gay? On the one hand, they were pretty comfortable with each other (he sneered at this, recalling the extent of 'comfort' present in their friendship). On the other, this was two guys, in a room, alone, undressing. "Hmm," he decided, pressing his lips together in contemplation, "not sure. But I won't tell if you don't." He glanced over at Carter, wiggling his eyebrows in a pedophilitic* fashion. "And I guess you can keep pantsing me, if you want," he added slowly, quite aware of how odd that sounded, "but how about you have to pay me a dollar every time you do? I don't come cheap, you know." If Carter agreed to this, Tim would certainly have an interesting morning of explanations ahead of him. He laughed at Carter's next words, shaking his head slightly. "You had your chance, then," he informed him. An interesting morning of explanations indeed.

"Oh, fuck off, you tease, I'm not that weak" Tim shot back unnecessarily. Sure, Carter had been worried about whether or not he was 'hurt,' but not in the most important way. Not in the way that mattered. And that, to Tim, was almost more painful than the other man's swift rejection. Despite his responsible reputation, Tim had no qualms about getting caught sucking face with another guy, in the middle of a park, at such a late hour. So, of course, he failed to take that into consideration. Unfortunately for Carter, Tim had already added tonight to his growing list of reasons why he needed to forget about his seemingly unconditional love for the man. He also wasn't happy. I told you to stop after the first kiss. I told you you'd get hurt again, the annoying voice within his brain chided. Tim frowned, kicking absently at a stone which had gotten in his way. Whatever, he replied, not interested in arguing with himself right now. He shoved his hands into his pockets, secretly listening for the sound of Carter's footsteps behind him. Pissed as he was, he didn't want to leave his very drunk friend to find his own way home.

notes * I made that word up (:
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[carter dominic andrews]

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Carter smirked as he looked over at the man after he'd made the comment of no doubt having too much time on his hands, "I could change that you know, just randomly get myself in trouble so you have to come bail my ass out of all sorts of situa-"[/color] He stopped talking mid-word as he thought about it for a second before clapping his hand against his knee letting a few loud chuckles escape his mouth, this being all for show to go along with his joke right now. "It's seems i'm already doing that, go figure!"[/color] He was teasing and joking right now, most everything he did and said was a joke. Carter had a hard time being serious but only because that's when he felt most vulnerable, and that was one feeling he wished he could avoid at all costs.

He groaned loudly as he looked over at Timmy still laughing, "You so had me thinking that I ate some horrid black piece of toast. I might just gag at the thought,"[/color] There were many pet peeves of his and a burnt piece of toast had been one of them. He rolled his eyes though as his friend kept the joke going, sometimes he would like things just dropped because it made him feel embarassed and all around Tim, but he figured he might as well let the kid have his fun tonight because tomorrow Carter would deny everything no matter what he'd remembered or not. You could tell when Carter did remember though and you tried to get something out of him. His face would usually light up and he'd get this childish smirk to play across it as he would do anything in his power to avoid eye contact. It was just too funny watching him sometimes when he had memories of drunken experiences during past nights. The best memories, the only ones worth truly remembering as far as he'd been concerned, had all had something to do with Tim whether or not he truly wanted to admit that.

Things just seemed so easy for these two as they had known each other for so long. They were always so great at having random conversations and there just never seemed to be a dull moment, and even as they were talking about pantsing him in the dorms Carter just lay there with a solid heavy grin plastered across his face. Of course that grin had something to due with the fact that he was imagining Timmy in boxers and of course the site alone was enough to satisfy his mind for the timebeing. "Are you kidding, if it means I get to keep doing it I won't tell a soul."[/color] He smirked grinning as he leaned up some to get his backs off the rocks. He was so thankful when his friend got down there with him so he actual had reason to move, but not before he answered him about not coming cheap. "You're so special I might round it up to two dollars a pantsing."[/color] He cheesed up a huge grin getting close to press a simple kiss against his cheek once more. "I'll have no regrets come tomorrow,"[/color] other than the one of not letting him in on his feelings, but he had that feeling since a while ago so what would be so different about tomorrow?

With that the fun of making out, or attempting to had Carter not pushed off so quickly, had started and ended with Carter standing calming himself down. His eyes widened as he heard the exclamation made by Timmy, and as he walked behind him he kept his head down in shame not knowing why he'd been so mad right then. These two had messed around on many different occassions, hell most of the time Tim could have gotten further without trying, so why did he get so bent out of shape tonight? Not that it had never happened before, it was still just a shock to the system to hear anything but something pleasant coming from those angelic lips. He really needed to stop thinking about his friend in such a way because one day it was bound to catch up with him and bite him in the ass, and he was sure when that were to happen it would be nothing good at all.

"Fine I get it, you're not weak. Congratulations!"[/color] He called up to his friend as he watched him walk. He hated him being mad at him and needed to make him happy and sadly his mind was only coming to one conclusion. He picked up speed until he was in a sloppy jog, and just as he reached his best friend he wrapped his arms around him and jolted him to the side quick to knock him off balance. Of course the way he pulled him Carter ended up getting wiped out to the ground with Timmy falling down somewhat ontop of his stomach, but the way their bodies had lined up it hadn't worked out like Carter had wanted. He had to tackle him though to show that he didn't find him weak, though the spinning to be the first to land on ground had been an indication that he still cared about the others safety. "Still strong enough? You're seeming a bit weak tonight. Don't you know how to fight back tough guy?"[/color] He was just throwing some playful banter in the others direction as he laughed and tried to pin him to the ground. His hands did stay near the others sides though as his fingertips decided to tickle randomly just to keep things light.

[ that is the BEST made up word! haha ]
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