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[/color][/b]" Tim retorted, though he laughed at his friend's bad joke, anyway. He was quite sure they'd been here, giggling like mad men, for quite some time. It was a wonder no one had come to see what the hell was going on. Then again, the only other people he'd seen in the park were the ones around the campfire, and they likely weren't in any state to question his and Carter's behaviour. It was great, to be able to relax like this. Not that they didn't on a daily basis; their dorm was full of joking and teasing, most of the time.

"No, no you didn't have any black toast. Not that I know of, anyway," Timothy assured his friend. Personally, he didn't mind burnt toast - he just scraped off the black, charry layer with a knife and ate whatever was left underneath. Besides, if it was covered in jam, one could barely tell it had been over-cooked. Of course, he did prefer his toast to be golden brown, when he had the choice. Fortunately, their toaster was quite efficient, and they didn't have to deal with such difficulties. Reluctantly, Tim let the joke go, figuring he'd had enough fun at his friend's expense already.

"Two dollars? Wow. I'll never have to worry about money again!" Tim exclaimed. Unfortunately for his bank account, he wouldn't actually be demanding that Carter pay. Unless the man did it willingly, of course; then, it would be okay. "And I certainly do feel special," he added, beaming widely as Carter kissed his cheek again. Without meaning to, he imagined what it would be like if they actually were a couple. Probably a lot of cuddling, if Tim had anything to say about it. A lot more mushiness, too. He couldn't see any reason for it to not work out - there was just the whole issue of actually putting his feelings out in the open. Not to mention, the possibility of losing his best friend in the process. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn't a person just get in, do whatever the hell they wanted to do without worrying about the consequences, and get out? Bam. There. Done. Easy. But, no, it couldn't be. He was forced to guard this crazy secret all the time, unable to do anything about how hurt and pathetic it made him feel.

Timmy ignored Carter's words, speeding his pace up. He didn't like getting upset with the boy, but sometimes, he just had to get some distance. Let off some steam, or whatever. It hadn't always been this bad: in the beginning, he'd just shrugged Carter's unwillingness to go too far off. He'd taken it all in stride, not really questioning the other man's motives. But recently, things had been changing. Perhaps it was the pressing homesickness, or the buildup of school-related stress. Maybe he was just emotionally exhausted, right now. All he knew was, he probably wouldn't be able to take much more of this. He was tired of being used so liberally, then tossed to the side as if he didn't matter, again and again and again. That sort of thing wore down on a person.

Tim didn't turn when he heard Carter's footsteps. He figured the bloke was just trying to catch up, so they could walk together. Or, thought Tim bitterly, he hasn't got his keys and is worried I'll lock him out. It never crossed his mind that Carter might actually be wanting to fix this problem immediately, which was why the impact of his friend's tackle caught him so off guard. "What -" Tim cried, desperately trying to regain his balance. It was difficult, with this mass of human driving him toward the ground, and he eventually gave in to the powers of gravity, tumbling down on top of Carter. Then, before he could register what had happened, he found himself being rolled over. Immediately, he caught sight of the other boy's face, and found himself falling helplessly into those eyes. Hell, he couldn't stay mad, now. Almost playfully, he fought back, hands flying aimlessly in the darkness to push at Carter's chest. "Get off, you geat lard![/color]" he cried, but was immediately incapacitated by laughter. He jolted from side to side, trying to get away from the tickling, but to no avail. He gasped, only managing to say, "No! Ah! Stop!" quite breathlessly, over and over again. "Stop, stop, stop," he begged, trying to push Carter's hands away. When that didn't work, he rolled to the side, trying to curl into the fetal position for better self-preservation. All the while, he was laughing in a sort of hysterical 'hehehee' fashion, almost forgetting the horribleness which had happened earlier. [/size][/ul]

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He had a feeling his friend had just been being nice as he heard him laugh at the lame joke but still it had felt nice. He didn't care so much if the man had been lying about it being funny or not, as long as he could hear that laughter he'd found so addicting coming from Tim. That man had such a beautiful voice no matter whether he'd been talking, laughing, or even sometimes yelling Carter could find himself enthralled by him even though he should have felt sorry for whatever he'd been getting into trouble for. No matter pitch or tone of his voice Carter would get this weird goofy grin on his face as he listened to him speak, but of course he was sure that made him probably even more upset. "I'm glad to hear that. Probably wouldn't been the worst thing i've eaten though while hammered."[/color] Carter had no problem doing stupid things while drunk, so of course he could only imagine the shit he'd placed infront of him and ate. The thought alone was sending his stomach into a frenzy for a second before he wrapped a hand around it laughing some, "I should have an iron gut right now."[/color] He teased smacking his hand very gently down on his stomach.

Carter rolled his eyes playfully as his friend started to talk about his worth, "We both know in reality you're way too expensive for me."[/color] He said with a smile looking over at him. His friend had meant the world to him and he'd cherished him so much, and of course it did not hurt that he was about as gorgeous as could be, so of course he was worth a whole lot more than just a couple of dollars. "You don't have to worry about money, ever."[/color] He shook his head some as he was being truthful. His father had supplied Carter with all the money he'd needed not to slander his name, and of course if Timmy had ever needed anything Carter would make damn sure to be the one to get it for him. It was the least he could do for dragging him all the way down here, and plus if he'd gotten to buy him those things he needed they could feel like they were somewhat of a couple. Carter had no problem buying him random gifts in the end anyway though, it was just the sort of person he was and if it could put a smile on Timmy's face he'd been all for it.

Things had seemed to move way too fast for them though since Tim had gotten there. They had went from good, then it'd been better, best, and now it was the worst as he was trailing behind him losing ground as his friend had obviously been picking up speed with his pace. Carter looked back towards the ever fainter glow of the flame and sighed, he sure wished they had more beer because right now he could go for one, but of course he would never turn and stray from his friend who had came all the way out to help him that night. Instead he knew he had to make him happy once more though he wasn't sure what had went wrong, so of course that made things difficult when he had to figure something out to do to put that smile back on the face of the man he'd been in love with. The tackle seemed the best option, and plus it'd given him a chance to touch the other and he was all for that any chance he'd gotten. He tried to think about what would happen if his friend did not appreciate the trip to the ground, especially since he seemed ultimately too pissed at Carter to even let him walk beside him, but after weighing the options the best the slightly drunken boy could he figured it'd been worth a shot. If it didn't work he figured Timmy couldn't get anymore pissed than he already was so he'd be all set.

His initial impact hadn't been as hard as he'd wanted, his friend had done a good job for those first few steps as he had almost regained his balance, but the final jerk towards the side had caught both of them offguard enough to send them to the ground. Carter laughed along the way though the smack of the ground against his back hadn't been that soothing, but feeling his friend soon fall against the cushion of his chest he'd felt better, but of course the man was not giving up that easily as he could feel the fight begin as the two struggled to gain the upperhand, but since Carter had him nearly pinned to the ground he felt that he could win this one no problem. His laughter never seemed to stop the entire time, especially when he'd been called a lard, that right there had Carter stopping just a moment to stare down at the boy with that goofy expression on his face before he shook his head laughing hysterically. Watching his friend laugh as his hands tickled against his side had been all worth pissing him off, and he hoped that when this was said and done Tim wouldn't go back to the previous mood. Carter watched the man below him squirming and figured when he'd been damn near breathless and curling up into the fetal position on his side that'd be a good time to stop. He rolled to his side and laid next to the man letting his head rest on his hand as he held it propped up with his elbow. His other hand went and ran swiftly through the others hair, another feature that Carter had just loved about his friend but had never told him. "So you going to be happy with me again or do I have to start tickling again?"[/color] He asked leaning over and brushing his lips against the top of Tim's head kissing it gently. He hated Timmy being mad at him.[/size]

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"Hah," Timothy half laughed in reply to his friend's compliment, "you're just lucky I'm willing to give you a discount." He grinned down at Carter, clearly enjoying the prospect of being worth something. Not that he was planning on going into the business, or anything, but it was a nice thought. It made a person feel more confident about themself. Tim's laughter became more pronounced when Carter told him he wouldn't need to worry about money. "What, are you going to be my sugar daddy?" he asked lightly, giggling again. It was odd, that he was finding so many mundane things hilarious. Anyone would've thought that he had knocked a few back. But, in reality, he was merely giddy from being in the presence of his best friend. Every one of the man's movements was alluring to him, and he knew that, given the chance, he'd probably be able to watch Carter for hours without getting bored. Even if he were sleeping, which was a strange thought indeed. Yup, now you're going from love-sick puppy to freaky stalker, he told himself, but he hardly cared at the moment. He could worry about these things later.

For a moment, Timothy wasn't quite sure where he stopped and Carter began. The night was full of flailing limbs, and the smell of dirt, and a sort of maniacal laughter which could have been either one of them. In fact, it was probably both. Slowly, Tim's anger slipped away, replaced by a sort of childish instinct to play. When Carter paused at being called a lard, Tim took the opportunity to catch his breath, boldly maintaining eye contact and not even trying to get rid of the goofy grin plastered across his face. Then, the fight was on again, more laughter echoing out across the park. Just when Tim thought he might die from asphyxiation due to reckless tickling, Carter stopped, coming to roll on the ground beside him just as they had been in the park. It took a moment for Tim to stretch back out into a normal position, and he rubbed at his stomach slightly. A mixture of laughter, poking and prodding had made it quite sore, though he didn't really mind. In his opinion, it'd all been worth it. If anyone knew how to apologize, it was Carter.

Finally, Tim rolled back to look at his friend, still breathing rapidly. He scowled in fake annoyance as Carter ran a hand through his hair, and tried to bat it away. "No, I'm sweaty," he whined, attempting to pull his head back, but it didn't work. Amazingly, Tim was right back where he'd been at the start of the night - disgustingly, and hopelessly, in love with his best friend. He sighed, looking down at the ground and pulling at a blade of grass with the tips of his fingers. "Alright. One more chance" he agreed hesitantly, gaze returning to Carter. He scrunched his face together as the other man came forward to kiss his head. All he wanted to do, now, was pick up where they'd left off at the swing set. But his resolve was stronger, this time, and he opted for the less painful course of action. "Alright, stop mothering me and let's go back to the dorm. I'm exhausted," he said, slowly bringing himself to a sitting position.

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Carter looked up at him with a confused expression on his face, but as he made the comment about his intestines he just got a wide grin on his face beaming from ear to ear, "Sorta makes me sound like the superhero and that'd make you the sidekick this time around."[/color] He could never tell who had been the dominant player in this relationship, it usually changed, but he did seem to be the one who would push the envelope the most as his friend seemed to just go along with the flow, but that did not show dominance, more like stupidity considering soon after he'd start something he'd end it with a stupid excuse. He did take note of that grin though, it made his friend look awfully suspicious as he could only imagine some of the crazy shit he's done when he was really plastered. Tonight, this was nothing compared to the usually drunken antics Carter could usually get himself into.

Carter dropped his jaw as he looked over at his friend, "When it came right down to it you'd pay me to take your pants off I bet, you love it!"[/color] He laughed joking around with his friend of course not believing what he had just said. "I know i'm lucky though. Not because of the discounts though, about other things."[/color] He would usually throw tons of compliments at his friend and never thought much of it, but he would at least keep them as vague as he could possibly. He was all about making sure his friend knew most of what he'd meant to him, but he tried to keep his entire true feelings out of the equation, and sometimes it was just easier to feed compliments to him because he'd hope it'd take Timmy's mind off of anything else the conversation is suggesting. This had obviously been a conversation about Carter's attraction to Timmy, or at least that is what he saw from what the two were saying back and forth, so like usually he would try to give Timmy as much out of him as he could without spilling his guts. So far so good, he'd gotten a laugh it seemed so he knew he must have been doing something right.

When the mention of sugar daddy came up Carter got all flustered as he could not figure out the right thing to say. Should he just scream out that he'd love to be the guys sugar daddy and take care of him until the end of time? Of course not, he'd be stupid and would probably freak his best friend right out, so instead his mouth sort of just hangs there unable to find any words to fill the vacant space as he just releases a fit of giggles. "That depends, sugar daddies always get something in return right? So what's it going to be, you going to give me what I need to be happy?"[/color] He wiggled his eyebrows of course joking around about sex, though he may have thought about what it'd be like on more than one occassion to just release all restraints and go after Tim the way he'd wanted to for so long, but sadly the only way the two of them seemed to get together would be in his dreams only, and he was just going to have to get used to that and accept it. He just hoped that one day their innocent making out might just move to something more, but he knew that would not be the case until he'd gotten over whatever fear he had about the whole thing.

The giggles and touching were two things that Carter loved though and had never wanted to stop his touch of the others body, but he knew when he'd rolled on his side he needed to so the other could at least catch his breathe. "You alright there buddy?"[/color] He teased looking down at him as he couldn't help but laugh watching him try to regain some composure on the situation. He smirked when he had said he'd been sweaty, "Is that supposed to bother me? If anything it's more of a turn on."[/color] He whispered that last part right near the guys ear, his voice low as he'd been trying to sound sexy but was probably failing majorly. "Thanks love!"[/color] He got so excited when he'd been told he had another chance, but he knew he had heard that so many times before in the past, and it almost made him somewhat depressed that he could have annoyed his friend so many times. Sometimes he did wonder what the hell Timmy was still doing around him, but he just figured he'd been a sucker for a hard luck case or something and never thought too much of it. He sighed as he watched his friend sit up right after he'd kissed him on the head. He let out a sigh sprawling his hands on the ground and staring up into the sky. He had a feeling he couldn't get too far with him anymore for the night, but he had hoped for at least something. "Fine, let's just get home."[/color] He said simply as he let out a quick groan while lifting himself up so he was standing as he dusted his pants off, the alcohol causing him to get dizzy for getting up too fast but other than that he'd been fine after a minute or so. "Lead the way,"[/color] He sort of brushed off the motherly comment not wanting to think of himself as that sort of thing at all.


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[/color][/b]" Timothy shook his head stubbornly, "no, you're always the sidekick. Don't try to steal my spotlight." He shook his finger at Carter, grinning so that his top row of teeth appeared through the darkness. Due to Carter's somewhat daredevil antics, Timothy was usually seen as the 'best friend' or, as they'd just been discussing, the 'sidekick.' In his opinion, however, this wasn't the case at all. He was a person, with feelings and smarts, and his sole purpose in life was not to aid and abet Carter's actions. In fact, he more prevented Carter's actions. He was like an anti-sidekick. But he could be the life of the party, too. He didn't just sit around all the time, waiting to pull his friends away from a fight or any such nonsense - he got out there, did stuff, and had his own fun. Actually, now that he thought about it, neither of them were really the 'sidekick' in this relationship. So, he came to a compromise, exclaiming, "wait! Screw the sidekick business - we'll just be super best friends! Like in the cartoon, you know?" He looked over at Carter, trying to convey the message, "super best friends?"

"Damn! My secret's out!" Timothy laughed, feeling himself blush slightly. So, maybe the thought of Carter undressing him was somewhat enjoyable. Plus, pantsing always resulted in good times, which were always well worth the sacrifice of his dignity. Then, he quieted down, adding meekly, "so, you pay me to take my pants off, and I pay you to take my pants off, which basically makes us even. Nothing lost, nothing gained, right?" Funny, how that made perfect sense. He frowned slightly at his friends' vague reply, looking over at him once more. "What other things?" he asked, genuinely confused. As far as he was concerned, they'd been talking about him getting pantsed for a fee. Money was really the only negotiable variable here, unless Carter meant... well, he couldn't have. Tim wouldn't let himself start believing such fantastical things.

Timothy waited for an impressive response from Carter after the 'sugar daddy' idea. Personally, he felt he'd been pretty brilliant to think that one up, but apparently his friend wasn't quite as enthusiastic. Oh, geez, he'd probably gone too far. Tim opened his mouth to apologize, but was stopped by the other man's giggle. Oh, okay. Apparently his assumption was wrong. This prediction was proven correct by Carter's next words, which had Tim's blush raging at full-force. "What?!" he gasped, already laughing. He was entirely embarassed, and slapped a hand over his eyes, unable to look at his friend. "No, I didn't mean -" another spurt of laughter made the sentence impossible to finish. "You're impossible, you know that? Sure, I'll give you something in return. My undying appreciation. Not much is better than that." If Tim knew anything at all, it was that he had to steer their conversation away from sex. Otherwise, things might get awkward.

Tim was still struggling to breath, though another wave of giggles had consumed him, making that almost impossible. Every time he'd almost gotten enough air to fill his lungs, he'd start chuckling again. Eventually, he managed, "I-I'm fine. Just, you know, a bit winded. From th-the fall, and such. Phew,[/color]" he let out a long breath, staring up at the stars. Then, he pushed his hair out of his face and looked back to Carter, quite obviously over his anger. As the other bloke whispered in his ear, Tim felt a shiver roll up his spine. He tried to conceal it by quickly stretching his arms over his head. Don't fall for it, his mind told him. For once, he listened, giving his friend an unreadable look. "Oh, sorry. Fine, then, I'm extremely dry. Get away!" He moved back a bit, unnerved by their closeness. In an attempt to mask this movement, he flailed his arms again, pretending to be horrified at the thought of the other touching him. "No problem," Tim assured him, blissfully unaware of how many second chances he'd given Carter.

Tim watched Carter get up, feeling both satisfied and guilty. Now, his friend knew what it was like to be pushed away, both literally and figuratively. All the same, he hated seeing him disappointed. So, he stepped back, wrapping an arm over Carter's shoulder. "No, man. We're super best friends. Not one nor the other shall lead - we step forward together!" Hopefully, his lame attempt to revive their earlier joke would put the two back on a level playing field. [/size][/ul]

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Carter couldn't help but grin as he could see his friend was being nothing other than stubborn, and as he watched that finger shake infront of him he couldn't help but get lost in that toothy grin Timmy had just shown him. Even in the dimly lit area the smile shined so bright as far as Carter had been concerned, and from that moment on he couldn't help but keep this weird grin plastered on his own face just watching the subtle facial expressions Timmy would change to as he thought about something or other. His mind had been so much more complex than Carter's, he had known that and never tried to argue the fact, so sometimes of course Carter would just sit there and honestly wonder what a man like Timmy could be so quietly thinking about. He would always get some lame idea that'd bounce into his head, tonight he watched and it'd looked like Timmy could have been plotting a scheme for world domination or something, but he knew his friend hadn't been that insane, or at least not that he had known of. He laughed at himself at the stupid thoughts that'd kept his mind busy while there had been silence, and of course snapped back to reality thankfully when he'd heard his friend start talking again. "I always wanted to screw a sidekick-"[/color] He thought first of Robin Batman's little boytoy and smirked, but then realized he had misunderstood his friend and started laughing hysterically. "Super best friends?"[/color] He tried to think of the cartoon but tonight he just couldn't though it had sounded so familiar, so instead of continuing along he smirked and nodded pumping his fist up into the air, "Super best friends all the way,"[/color] He loved these random moments with his best friend.

Carter shot him an evil look, this lasting for only a second though, as he watched the man carry on about the secret. He couldn't tell if he'd just been joking or was serious, though his laughter afterwards had hopefully meant that it had been a joke. He hoped it was a joke anyway though for some reason he'd started to get a bad taste in his mouth. His mind seemed to trail easily tonight as now he was on the many things around the dorm that his friend could get him to eat, but like last time as his friend started to talk again he'd been brought back to reality with a fit of laughter as he'd been slightly confused at what he was saying. He had to say the same phrase over in his mind a few times before he truly understood what it had meant, but as he had finally understood he nodded in agreement as the grin on his face grew about twice as large as before, something you'd never thought possible. "So in the end we're back to you giving it to me for free right?"[/color] He asked just wanting to make sure he had caught that and followed it through. His brain could work tonight but not as easily as a sober persons of course, but with all the practice drinking he'd had he'd learnt how to be most efficient. His question caught him offguard as he tried to rummage through some possible answers though none seemed to be fitting so he took a deep breathe and shrugged looking around, "I don't know. Just running my mouth."[/color] That was a HUGE lie but he could not answer truthfully.

He did happen to love when subject changes happened and were brought to ones like this, the sugar daddy thing still making him chuckle as he thought about a good comeback for that, and he seemed to have figured a pretty good one as he watched the expression on Timmy's face show pure surprise. Carter just grinned watching him, he knew he had embarassed him some but that had been intentions pretty much so he didn't find that too bad, and the whole hand over the eyes thing had just been too hilarious. He leaned over and nudged his friend in the arm laughing as he sat back up straight just waiting for a reply, hell yeah he was curious to know what he could get in return. "I thought that was always something you liked about me?"[/color] He asked after the impossible statement, a toothy grin appearing as he looked at his friend trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. He did have that boyish charm that could be seen all across his face so at least he had that going for him. "Undying appreciation? You are the worst boytoy ever!"[/color] He groaned throwing himself backwards some almost pouting. That is not the answer that he wanted to hear but of course it did have him smiling soon after the production had been done. "I could think of a few things that're better than that. Maybe not better but they'd make for one happy sugar daddy."[/color] He teased laughing as he looked over at his friend, simple nights like this made it so perfect between them.

Carter seemed to find it hilarious that even after he'd stopped Timmy had a hard time calming down right off the bat, but he could see that he was at least trying to, "From the fall, sure that's it? It couldn't happen to have anything to do with all the squirming and screaming you were doing while on the ground huh?"[/color] He teased laughing as he leaned in quick to give the guy a kiss on the cheek, this being another part of his teasing gesture. Here Carter was trying to flirt with him again though and he was getting shut down and rejected, and as he looked at the others face there wasn't a damn thing he could see on it that'd let him know just what was going on, so instead of trying he just backed away from him some and shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, i'm away. Jeeze, wasn't going to do nothing."[/color] He put his hands up defensively as though he'd been near a cop but soon put them down to push off the ground. He started to walk slowly figuring he'd just trail along behind him and get to campus when he wanted to. He wouldn't be a burden on his friend for the night, but that was until he felt the hand on the shoulder and looked over. He listened and couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head but kept his hands at his side in his pockets. "Yeah well this best friend doesn't feel so super at the moment,"[/color] He mentioned softly before looking over with a simple smile. "Maybe he just has a bug up his ass or something though right?"[/color] He tried his own sort of joke but was unsure if it'd be a hit or flop.[/size]

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[/color][/b]" Tim asked, thoroughly confused by what Carter had said. Then, realization came, and he snorted, eyes widening. Was it just him, or did Carter seem to have his mind in the gutter tonight? Obviously, careless innuendo made life fun, but this was taking it to a whole new leve. "Wait, rewind. You've always wanted to screw a sidekick? Are you serious? They're all wimpy and smart and stuff," he gesticulated, trying to convey his distaste for the classic right-hand man. His nose wrinkled slightly, though there was an expression of vacant seriousness on his face. "I'd much rather screw the main hero. They've got the muscles," he added logically, turning to look at his friend. In all honesty, Tim didn't care much about whether he'd screw a good-looking guy or a smart guy. For him, it was either 'Carter,' or 'not Carter.' Of course, he wasn't interested in mentioning this just now, as that would involve admitting just how deeply attracted he was to his best mate. "Yeah! SBF Forever!" Tim cried loudly, adding his own fist pump to the mix. Then, he joined Carter's hysterical laughter, the swing moving slightly as he flung his head back.

Timothy sighed, acting as if he were disappointed that Carter had managed to do the math. "Yeah, I guess so. Damn. I was going to be rich." His mouth formed a small pout, and he looked down at the ground as if imagining all he'd just lost. In reality, he wouldn't know what to do with a crapload of money. He was used to living in cramped quarters, eating whatever happened to be on sale at the supermarket, and making do with obscure brands of clothing. Occasionally, he'd save up for something he really wanted. The last extravagant thing he'd purchased was a keyboard, and even that had been second-hand. The story of his life, sure, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Especially since he'd been lucky enough to find an amazing best friend; the beatles had been right, when they said 'all you need is love.' Though, biologically, you also needed food and water... Tim rolled his eyes at himself, ending that train of thought. He didn't need to be rich, and that was all there was to it.

"Alright," Tim replied, graciously letting Carter off the hook. However, he could still feel his heart beating with the excitement of what his friend might've been thinking. Was it possible, that Carter returned his feelings? That was the Big Question, really. The driving force between pretty much everything Timothy did. "Yeah, yeah, I suppose," Tim agreed that he liked Carter's impossibility. Or, at least, some of it. Not the impossibility of reading his emotions. That, he could live without, but the rest - the undying sense of adventure, the committment to their friendship, the random, pointless stuff they did.. Tim had no idea what that had to do with Carter being impossible, but they came to mind instantly. Again, Timothy laughed in embarassement, finally giving in. "Fine, fine, I'll give you more than appreciation." He twisted the swing around to face Carter fully, a goofy expression on his face. "I'll give you whatever you want, sugar daddy," he offered seductively, keeping his voice as low and sultry as possible without laughing. Then, he kicked off from the ground, sending the swing spinning back to its original direction.

"I was not squirming," Tim told him forcefully, trying to supress a grin, "that was a very macho fight we just had.[/color]" Then, he propped himself up on his elbow, pumping his other fist into the sky. "Winner!" he cried, beaming victoriously and sticking his tongue out at his friend. Tickle fights really were the best kind, it seemed, because everybody won. Unless someone wet themselves. Then it got a bit awkward. But that hadn't happened to either of them yet, fortunately.

As could be expected, Tim's guilt quickly reigned supreme over his satisfaction, and he felt the compelling need to apologize. That was one of his biggest character flaws, in his opinon; his inability to hold a grudge. Especially when it came to Carter. Nothing - no fight, no hard feelings, no misunderstandings - were worth losing this man. So, Tim tapped into his hopelessly flambuoyant side, giving his friend a simpering look. "Trust me, there isn't a single bug on this planet that'd want to go up your ass," he said reassuringly, halting their movement momentarily and looking at Carter seriously. He was searching for something perfect to say. The first thing that came to mind was 'I love you,' and he probably could've gotten away with it, but he wimped out. "You'll always be my cupcake," he finally offered, wrapping Carter in a tight hug and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then, bashful, he released his hold, though he kept his arm across the other man's shoulders. "Now, let's go back to the dorm and get some rest. We can't save the world on zero hours of shut-eye." he planned optimistically, feeling slightly tired. [/size][/ul]

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Carter laughed as his friend tried to comprehend why on earth he would want to sleep with a sidekick if he'd had the choice between him or the hero, and as he knocked off reasons why he shouldn't Carter's grin just got wider and wider. "You're wimpy and smart and stuff,"[/color] He teased before laughing hysterically. "Okay so you're not a wimp, you could probably kick my ass in a minute, but you are pretty smart."[/color] He gave the boy this goofy little look as he couldn't take his eyes off of him, but as he understood his words he quickly looked away as the laughter just kept rolling from the pit of his stomach it had seemed. "Not that I want us to, well you know what I was try to say. Just that it's not always a turn-off and all, not that I want to screw-"[/color] He stopped talking because he didn't want to lie, and of course he had thought those nights about what it'd be like to just tear his clothes off one night and go at it with everything he could. "Eh, muscles are overrated."[/color] He grinned looking over at his friend laughing again once more as they were there together discussing who they'd want to sleep with. "Okay we need to drop this subject soon,"[/color] He was starting to feel weird talking to him about this.

Carter usually had high spirits most all of the time, but when you added Timothy to the mix things just soared even higher. He would usually laugh and have a good time while sober, and when he was drunk he would laugh even more because to him everything had been funny when he was out of his damn mind, so of course to have been drinking and have Tim around had made him over the moon with laughter. He acted as though he was high and in a sense Tim did give his body that euphoric feeling, so he just hoped that his mighty fits of laughter weren't something that was starting to annoy his companion. He just couldn't help himself, he was such a damn giddy girl around him. "You coulda been rich but wouldn't of been happy,"[/color] He smirked looking over at him knowing damn well that if he'd stuck with him Tim could be happy and wealthy, well until his father was out of the public eye and could care less about his reputation, and then Carter's bank account would diminish damn close to nothing and he'd be broke. As long as he had enough to pay rent on a decent apartment and keep food and booze stocked up in the fridge he'd be alright, and of course if his best friend would be by his side that'd be even better.

Carter could keep himself relaxed when he was looking away from Tim, but he didn't want his friend to think he had never looked at him because he didn't want him there or anything, so instead he would try to keep his sights off of him for a few before being drawn back to the frame beside his. And sure enough each time he looked at him he couldn't help but grin, like this time when that grin reached from ear to ear almost as his friend had said he'd give him more than appreciation. That next part did make him shift on the ground as he could hear the tone in his voice. "On second thought I probably shouldn't want anything more than appreciation from you. Wouldn't want to force you to do something you obviously wouldn't want to do,"[/color] He smiled looking up at him. The only reason he had said that last part is to stop thinking about his friend in that sexual manner, it was much harder to keep things simple between the two when he had those sort of thoughts in his mind. "And the only reason you weren't squirming was because I had you pinned and you were paralyzed from all that damn laughing you did."[/color] He laughed listening to his friend. "Macho, right down to the tickling right? That's me, macho man Carter right here with the muscles and all." He lifted his arms up to flex showing off his muscles as much as he could under his clothes, and then laughed when he realized he really hadn't had mighty muscles like he'd hoped. He just laughed at the victory cheer he did shaking his head, he was just too damn cute.

Carter had been feeling bad for the last few moments, but as he heard his friend so serious he stopped walking for a moment trying hard to hold back his laughter, but he just couldn't as he held his side while he leant over some going wild with the lauhter this time. "You just don't know when to quit do you? You're going to put me in stitches, you know that?"[/color] He asked as he finally stopped laughing though had still been holding onto his side as it had started to hurt some. "Is that because i'm sweet and you just can't get enough of me?"[/color] He gave his friend a wink before bumping against him with his hip. "Fine, let's get our asses back there before I turn around and hunt for some more alcohol."[/color] He smirked and wrapped his arm around his friend while they walked. He would have a hard time getting to sleep tonight as he lay in his bed but it wouldn't be impossible.[/size]

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[/i] were a sidekick, you'd sleep with me,[/color][/b]" Tim blurted without realizing. Instantly, his face turned bright crimson, and he tried to cover up what he'd just implied by coughing into his elbow. Once the initial horror had passed, he looked up, face still quite heated. "Sorry," he croaked. He'd probably coughed a bit too enthusiastically; his throat was burning now. He swallowed a couple times, trying to sooth it, then gave up, replying to Carter's comment about him not being a wimp. "Damn straight I'd kick your ass," he agreed, smiling sheepishly. He didn't say anything about himself being smart - he didn't really know how to react to sincere compliments, especially when they came from Carter. Tim listened to Carter's attempt at explaining what he'd meant, now wearing a bemused expression. Well, at least they were both extremely uncomfortable at the moment. He felt the familliar emotional pain as his friend denied that he'd meant it in any sort of sexual or romantic way, and bit his lip. Well, you didn't have to come right out and say it, he thought angrily, but he could understand that Carter was just trying to cover up his mistake. He probably hadn't even meant anything by it. "Yeah. Consider the topic closed," Tim agreed, sub-conciously giving himself a triumphant push on the swing.

"Oh, well. We'll never know now," Tim replied wistfully to Carter's words, trying to imagine what life would be like as an insanely rich person. He definitely wouldn't be going to school, anymore. In fact, he'd probably be off, travelling the world in his private jet, surrounded by elegance and culture. It wasn't a bad thought, really. Just depressingly impossible. Oh, well - his life was pretty good the way it was, and he wasn't going to focus his energies on the things he couldn't obtain. A strategy he should really apply to his feelings for Carter, he realized, though he'd been trying to do that for years and it'd never made a difference.

For a few moments, Timothy watched Carter unguarded, a soft expression on his face. Then, as his friend glanced back at him, he quickly replaced it with a sloppy smile, embarassed to have almost been caught in such a state. He shrugged at the man's next words. They had confused him slightly, as he wasn't quite sure where the line between humour and seriousness was. So he retorted with, "well, you know, so long as you buy me pretty clothes and fancy food, I'm up for anything." His voice was normal now, if a bit sarcastic, sounding quite matter-of-fact. In order to show that he'd been joking, he grinned, not wanting his words to be taken the wrong way.

Timothy scowled, pretending to be hurt by Carter's explanation. He let his hand drop back down to the grass, pulling at it with his fingers again. "No, it had nothing to do with those scrawny things you call arms," he said pointedly, grinning and looking at his friend, proud of his own humour, "like I said before - you're a great lard. Have you ever tried to get out from under yourself? It's impossible!" Then, he laughed, rolling over his arm so that his stomach was touching the ground. Despite the fact that he was a relatively modest person, he thoroughly enjoyed pretending to be egotistical, which was why he always laughed uproariously at his own jokes.

Timothy laughed along with Carter, glad to have broken down that barrier again. He was a bit suprised; he hadn't really considered the bug comment before he'd said it. It had just sort of popped out. Of course, he was quite thankful - and now that he thought about it, it was quite amusing, especially with the comic timing and sincere delivery... but that was just getting technical. Good joke, move on, he reminded himself, still giggling. "Carter, I don't even know what 'quit' means," Tim replied, smiling happily. They had their ups and downs, but at the end of the day, each knew exactly the right thing to do or say to make it all better. "Of course," he confirmed Carter's suspicions boldly, returning the hip-bump with enthusiasm. It was probably the most flambuoyant thing he'd ever done, but it was well worth it, "you're like a teddy bear. Soft, cuddly, and too adorable to put in the trash." He wasn't looking at his friend as he said this, not wanting him to see that he actually meant it. "Good idea," he told Carter as the headed down the path. [/size][/ul]

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Carter had not expected his friend to blurt that out and immediately was sent into a fit of nervous giggles. He could not even look at him right now as he sort of squirmed on the ground trying to stop himself from exploding, but he could at least hear what his friend had been doing and it seemed he too had been taken for a ride with that comment. Carter did eventually calm himself down long enough to look over at Timmy who had seemed to do the same, and all he could do was sort of grin and shrug in an apologetic manner. "Well, well listen to you now mister confident!"[/color] He tried to clear his mind from the sleeping together comment. Timmy had caught him completely off guard even if he had insinuated it earlier. At least he hadn't came right out and said it, but now that it was out in the open of course Carter couldn't help but keep glancing over at his friend hoping for some strange expression that he could read. Leave it to Timmy to hide his feelings from Carter very well, either that or maybe Carter was seriously just too stupid to realize the good thing sitting right there above him on the swing? Nope, that couldn't have been it considering he'd considered it so many times, what the problem had been was that he refused to act on his feelings not wanting to be shot down. He was such a girl when it came to being shot down by Tim. He couldn't imagine going through that. "I'd at least put up somewhat of a fight, wouldn't just hand my ass over you know. Not when it's this damn hot,"[/color] He rolled on his side to rub his butt where he'd been laying laughing while doing so. He was having a hell of a good time just messing around, they should do this more often. And with that the subject had been closed, he nodded once in agreement and refused to open his mouth again.


Carter watched Timothy as he spoke and nodded afterwards, "Having money would probably just turn you into an ass, it seems to have that effect on everyone else."[/color] He could never understand why so many people who were wealthy had been complete assholes. Sure his family had money, his parents both being complete asses in his opinion, but he never could truly understand why. They did not have bad childhoods, they had been handed opportunities that very few people get, and yet when they're raking in the dough they're miserable as all hell. What the hell made them act that way? He shook his head, he would never want his best friend to act like that. He had loved the attitude that Timothy had and thrived to be around it, and if money had any sort of negative effect on him he just wouldn't be the same man Carter knew and loved, and in his opinion that was worse than anything. "Eh, we can be poor old bastards together in fifty years,"[/color] He made the joke knowing his money would never last him that long.

Hiding his feelings did prove to be hard though as he had these nights where it had just been the two of them. At least in a group he could somewhat hide the staring and shit since he could just distract himself with someone else, but when it was just one on one he had no outlet like that. It wasn't usually a problem since Carter did appreciate giving Timothy so much of his time and devotion, but sometimes it was hard considering he'd been keeping that secret so long about having that huge crush on him. "I can do the clothes thing, the food though? Like how fancy are we talking here? Lobster and shit? I'd much rather settle for a burger and some fries,"[/color] He gave his friend a teasing grin as he watched him. He of course was all about the simpler things in life and never understood paying so much money to eat things like sushi and the works. The thought alone had him wanting to puke as his stomach turned and he had to take his mind off of the food quick, his hand coming to rest on his stomach to sort of help coax it down. "I could so spoil you,"[/color] He finally realized had been the best thing to say as he caught glimpse of the mans eyes and held the gaze just smiling brightly at him. He wanted to spoil him too.

Here he was being all nice and wanting to spoil and all that and then his friend would pick on his arms. Carter groaned dropping his mouth open in mock surprise as he started to shake his head in disappointment, or what had looked like it because he was doing nothing more than joking. He had tried to play as serious as he could, the expression on his face doing a good job of it as he'd looked damn near robotic, but as the man brought up the lard insult again Carter couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I am not!"[/color] He teased rolling over as he laughed placing his head on the mans shoulder and shaking it against the others skin. "Are you even listening to yourself right now? How the hell would I do that?"[/color] he laughed still shaking his head, his friend had a damn good sense of humor when he wanted to and tonight just seemed to be one of those nights. There were some times when he wondered if he'd laugh as much at the jokes if he hadn't been madly in love with him, but more of the time the jokes were pretty downright funny. "Did I ever tell you you should be some sort of comedian?"[/color] He chuckled now as the laughter decided to slow itself down for once.

The nice thing about Timothy had been he was all about the jokes, but when it came down to it he could be as serious as he needed to. He heard the man talk as he walked beside him and nodded after he'd been done, "You better not,"[/color] He said and had meant the whole 'don't know the meaning' thing, but it had more meaning than just for his jokes. He hadn't quit on Carter since the start even when he had been put into some tight spots, and Carter just could not understand why he had always been so nice to him. He just knew that whatever it had been he had done something rather amazing to get him as such a close friend. At reference to the teddy bear comment he just laughed once more rolling his eyes some at the lame joke, "Just for that i'm going to be hard and not so cuddly, then what? Out to the trash with me?"[/color] He smirked then realized how lame that had just been. "Ugh nevermind, let's pretend I have some damn braincells left to say something funny. You're putting me to shame tonight."[/color] Carter had always taken pride in being the funny one, but as he kept hearing the word sleep and that they were going back to their dorms he was truly starting to get tired.[/size]

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Struggling to compose himself, Timothy looked back up, careful to avoid looking directly at Carter's face. Bravely, he put on a smile, pretending to be amused by his words. In reality, he had no idea what to say now - he'd been thrown off by the sudden rush of mixed emotion. "Yeah," he said airily, rocking forward and back on the swing to distract himself. Carter's next joke brought him a bit out of his melancholy, and he raised his head quickly, suprised by what his friend had said. Tim even let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "I'll get it eventually," he promised. If only in my dreams, his mind sang helpfully. He felt as if he were in a cheesy Disney movie, or something, though he doubted Disney would've ever done a love story about a pair of guys.

On the surface, Carter's words seemed to have been said in humour, but Tim knew him better than that. He had, after all, been privy to his friend's family situation. Instantly he regretted bringing up the subject of wealth, as it pushed the conversation in a slightly serious direction. Not that he minded serious conversations in the least; he just didn't want to have one in the middle of the park, where anyone might overhear it. So, he shrugged, though he knew Carter probably wouldn't see it, and said, "ugh, no thankyou. I'm going to stay just the way I am: poor, but incredibly awesome." He meant it as a sort of reassurance to Carter; he wanted his friend to understand that, no matter what, he would always be there. As much as it hurt Tim to pretend like the only thing they had was friendship, he would never be able to bring himself to abandon the man. "Poor, old, ex-superhero bastards, you mean. Sitting in our wheelchairs, arguing about who burnt the toast." It was a lame attempt to bring back their jokes from earlier, but the thought made Tim smile, anyway.

Tim paused to consider what fancy food he might want to indulge in. Personally, he wasn't into all that escargot crap and whatnot. "Gourmet burgers and fries," he realized triumphantly, his eyes lighting up, "with dijon mustard, and - I don't know, fresh-squeezed ketchup?" He laughed. Oh, the stupid things he'd spend money on, if only he had some to spare. He wiggled his eyebrows at Carter's comment about spoiling him, giving him a goofy grin. "Oh, you would, would you? I can't say I disagree with that idea."

"Yes, you are!" Timothy cried, also laughing fairly hard. As Carter continued speaking, Tim felt tears spring into his eyes again, and the giggling became uncontrollable. He moved his head forward to rest it against his friend's, revelling in the closeness (he'd always been a sucker for a good cuddle, and if there was laughter involved? He could never say no). "I have no idea. But you're.. you. You'd find a way to... what was it? Get out from under yourself?" He paused to laugh again, suddenly hit by the ridiculousness of what he'd been saying. As they gradually caught their breaths, he sighed, shaking his head slightly. "No, you never did. I don't think I could be a comedian, anyway. Too much pressure," he decided, letting that idea go almost as soon as he'd begun thinking about it.

Tim didn't quite know what Carter had meant, by telling him that he'd better not know the name of quit. He'd never once considered giving up on Carter - not only did he love him to a ridiculous extent, but he couldn't imagine life without him. So, where the bloke was concerned, 'quit' didn't exist at all. Still, Timothy didn't see this, and just let his friend's response slide, strolling along contently. He rolled his eyes as Carter claimed he'd make himself less cuddly. As if that would ever happen. "Oh, God, please don't," he begged, looking over at him, "it's pretty much impossible to find a good teddy bear. I'd never be able to bring myself to throw you away," he assured the man, grinning affectionately. He could almost see the lights of the dorm building in the distance. He was eager to get back into the warmth of their room, but also a bit scared that, once they'd returned to a more familliar setting, the novelty of the night would be lost on them. [/size][/ul]

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The air had been filled with laughter and all positive emotions, but just as quickly as ever it seemed to stop and there had been nothing around them but a silent echo of the night. He watched his friend of course curious why things were changing, but at the same time he had known that he was part of the reason for the odd behaviors. He knew that he had said some rather random things at time that got him into some hot water, and of course he had to realize that once the sex subject was brought up it'd get all weird and ackward. He had thought it was just because they weren't talking about it involving women, and although both had known about the others sexual desire for men maybe it had still been rather hard to discuss? He shrugged some from the ground, he had no idea and if he even tried to understand his friend he'd more than likely fail.

There were some aspects in the sex department that the two could discuss and joke about though, so when Carter turned on his side to show the other man the goods, his backside of course, he couldn't help but laugh when his friend was pulled out of some weird distracted mood he'd fallen victim to just moments earlier. He smirked proudly as he could hear him proclaim that he'd eventually get the mans ass, of course Carter grinning though was sure it'd been for other reasons than his friend had thought. The joke had been awesomely played and Timmy had won with a comment like that back at him because now instead of trying to think of something witty to say Carter was doing nothing more than planning the future. He knew that most of his plans would have to be vague though considering he would never know where he stood with his friend with each passing day, but he just hoped that one day he could stop fooling himself and just jump for his friend. He knew he had been entirely too quiet for too long though so he had to think of something to say, so he eventually cleared his throat and mentioned "You wouldn't know the first thing to do with me once you got this ass,"[/color] This of course had been him being a tease.

A good thing about Timothy had been he would know when to push conversations or just let them simmer, and talking about his father never seemed to do anything except put Carter in some lame grumpy mood for the rest of the night. He hated his parents, his father mostly but his mother did have her moments as well, but when it came down to it he'd at least associate with his mother when he had to. Other than that he could care about what they were up to back in New York, "I wouldn't want it any other way,"[/color] It was a lame and cheesy line but true. Timothy's wealth wasn't measured by his bank account but through his personality and heart, and as far as Carter had been concerned he'd been wealthier than most everyone that he'd known. Him especially, without the money Carter had always thought that he wouldn't have half the friends he did, but that wasn't true when it'd came to Timothy because he probably would have hung out with him no matter his money situation, and even when the two do hang out he's never one to ask for anything like some of his other friends. The more he thought about it Timothy was just perfect no matter which way he looked at him. That last little bit out of his mouth had him in hysterics again as he thought over the conversations of the night, or what he'd still remembered of them, and just shook his head clapping his hands over his face in embarassment over the toast part. "You seriously did not bring that back up did you? I am such a loser!"[/color] He called into the night holding his arms up into the air before dropping them by his side, he sure was a dork when it came right down to it.

The laughter kept rolling as Carter listened to what he'd order and sat up cupping his hands together infront of his knees rolling himself into somewhat of a ball as he rested his head on his knees to look over at the other man. "Should we have them make fresh pickles out of cucumbers too while we're there?"[/color] One thing he could NEVER forget in his burgers had been an abundance of pickles, he was just crazy like that and swore that most of the time there had been more pickles than actual meat between those buns on his plate. "The fries though, nothing but the absolute fresh so they'll have to take them right out of the ground, wash and cook them, and then to our plates they go! Can't get much fresher than that!"[/color] It was hard for him to keep track of what he had been saying because it seemed his mouth had started to move before he even comprehended the words, and it wasn't until after he'd speak that he could truly understand what had been said, and now as he stayed quiet for a moment he just rolled his eyes at his own stupidity, jeeze he needed to stop drinking before his entire mind was blank. "You wouldn't have a choice, i'd spoil you even if you fought it every step of the way,"[/color] and he knew that much had been true. He would have to be sneaky about it but it could work if needed to. He just hoped it wouldn't come down to that.

When his friend broke out in uncontrollable laughter as well it was nice, even moreso when he could feel him leaning on his shoulder. He just smiled, what more could he do as his friend started to talk again? "So you're saying since i'm super awesome I could figure it out right?"[/color] He smirked thinking about it but still hadn't a clue how it would work. "Yeah and we both know how bad you are when pressured,"[/color] He teased grinning and giving his friend a wink before laughing again. His friend, as far as he had known, had been good under pressure for the most part. "That shits too demanding. We both know I should be the only one demanding anything from you."[/color] He smirked though of course it had came off as nothing more than a joke. He did find himself somewhat demanding though, just in a soft sense of the word if that'd made much sense.

And it seemed damn near just as soon as the man had shown up the two were off into the night together, but of course the conversation going home had been pleasant at least and not him trailing behind like it had been before. He could appreciate that. "Who wants to cuddle with lard anyway?"[/color] He teased with a grin spread across his face while looking at his friend. "At least i'd be safe from the trash though, you better wash me once or twice though. That too much to ask?"[/color] He asked keeping this conversation going longer than he probably should have just so there wouldn't be silence at all. He too could see those distant lights and groaned to himself as his step was almost slightly slower than before, but he tried to stay at a pace that was at least somewhat reasonable. He just hated those dorms but at least he'd be going to bed in the same room as Tim. He had to look at the positive and that had been damn near the only thing positive about living in a dorm.[/size]

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Tim nodded at Carter's words, figuring there wasn't much else that needed to be said. He had always prided himself on being the person Carter could count on - both because, despite the whole unrequited love business, he was still needed, and because he just enjoyed feeling important. Perhaps it was a bit greedy of him, to see it like that, but he couldn't help it. He was also big on helping people out, and Carter provided a constant outlet for this need, between various drunken escapades and, occasionally, stupid ideas he'd thought up while sober. That wasn't the only reason Tim was friends with him, of course. The main thing holding them together was the fact that, despite all their differences, they just clicked. Tim's responsibility balanced out Carter's recklessness. Carter's willingness to have a crazy good time balanced out Tim's somewhat quiet, held-back style of life. Even the contrast between their family lives and money situations didn't create a barrier - if anything, it held them together more. Tim shook his head, unable to comprehend the strange closeness they'd managed to form.

He tried to remain serious after the toast comment, not sure Carter would even remember it. But, as his friend began laughing, Tim was forced to join in. He could picture that future so clearly; him and Carter, fat and wrinkled, wearing faded leotards and arguing about a piece of toast that was completely black. This image only made him laugh harder, so that it was a while before he could respond to what his friend had said. Finally, he cleared his throat, wiping a hand over his face. "No, you're not. You just really don't like burnt toast. It's not something you can control," Tim reassured him, voice slightly pitchy and cracked due to the strain of laughing so much.

"Of course! We wouldn't want to have stale pickles, now, would we? Not when we're so filthy rich," he assented, grinning widely. Personally, he didn't really like having pickles in his burgers. So, he took them out and gave them to Carter. It was a system neither man could really complain about. "Yeah," he continued, agreeing wholeheartedly about obtaining fresh fries, "none of that gross, frozen stuff for us. I like my french fries straight off the potato. With, you know, a bit of deep frying thrown in." Fries, unlike pickles, were something Tim could not get enough of. Especially the fatter ones you could get at real restaurants, since they tasted more like potatos and, to be honest, he loved his potatos. But the deep fried fast food ones would do, too, providing they weren't completely drenched in salt. "You're lucky I'm willing to be spoiled, then," Tim laughed, highly amused by the obscurity of their conversation. His words were false, though; if Carter ever did try to actually spoil him, he would have definitely fought it. He didn't like feeling indebted to people. He even felt guilty about recieving birthday presents which, to most people, would seem absolutely absurd. The fact that Carter's father was paying for his education would have ruined Tim, had he not felt that it was his duty as Carter's friend to accompany him.

"Yup. That's exactly what I'm saying," Tim nodded, his cheek brushing against Carter's head. Well, he probably wouldn't be able to get out from under himself, but Carter usually found ways to do other impossible things. Just another reason Tim loved him - no big deal, really. "Yeah, I've got enough pressure to deal with when you're around," Tim joked. Then, not wanting his friend to feel bad, he added, "not that I mind, of course." In reality, it was quite sad how much Tim didn't mind. When it really came down to it, he would do almost anything for Carter, no matter what the consequences to himself might be.

Tim laughed as Carter brought up his earlier insult. He gave him a look of false suprise, exclaiming, "but the lard is what makes you so cuddle-worthy! I don't want a bony teddy bear; that would hurt." The whole thing made perfect sense, when one took the time to think about it. Though, Carter really wasn't all that fat, so their current conversation was mostly pointless fun. Tim grimaced sarcastically at his friend's demand to be washed. "Sure, I'll wash you. I'll throw you in the machine with the rest of my delicates." He hadn't even meant to make that particular joke. It just sort of slipped out, and pretty soon he was laughing in shock at what he'd said. [/size][/ul]

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Carter had not been used to ackward silences when it came to his friend so on the rare occassion that one actually came up he never seemed to know how to fill the gaping silence. Usually though, today being no exception, he had finally managed to say something completely random and stupid just so the conversation could push forward. Sure enough, just like most of the other times, Timothy had gotten a smart comment right back to him causing him to laugh. "Oh the things you can see on Google,"[/color] He had known so much about google, but mostly just because he himself had surfed through some rather naughty sites during the late night hours when he should have been sleeping. The thoughts alone of some of the shit he'd found had him giggling to himself though he'd felt no reason to share the nasty things his eyes had came across that night. "Don't worry, with me I could talk you right through everything."[/color] He then stopped talking himself and thought about what he had just said, if him and Timothy were ever intimate there would be no chance in hell he'd have time to tell him what to do. His lips would surely be too busy doing other things, that thought having him smirk as he tried to clear it from his mind. "I am such a whore aren't I?"[/color] He asked the more he thought about sex, though it was more for his own benefit as he had been pretty much just thinking outloud.

He knew that while his friend had been laughing it probably wasn't the best time to try to talk to him, but that did not stop him from asking the question of course though he wasn't waiting for an answer as he tried to hide his face in embarassment for a few moments. He did decide to just go with it though as he dropped his hands to both sides of him clapping them against the ground below still laughing, "I think hatred is an understatement,"[/color] He despised burnt toast, that being one of the many foods that he just never could appreciate. He would stomach it though if he needed to, like when he would go to his grandmothers and she never knew how to cook anything, especially a single piece of bread. He shivered to think of the many charbroiled pieces of toast he'd had to swallow just to keep her happy. "How messed up is this though, i'll eat a grilled cheese even if it's black on one side."[/color] He never understood that and while he laid here trying to stay calm and not break out into hysterics that just came to mind.

Carter loved how the two could have a conversation simply about food and seem so into it, so as they sat discussing their perfect gourmet meal he of course could not help but laugh about everything. "Stale pickles? I wouldn't dream of it!"[/color] He gasped as though completely disguisted at the thought of having a pickle that had been anything but fresh. Who knew how long those fast food pickles were sitting around before being devoured though, that was just something that he could never think about not wanting to ruin it for himself. He laughed and nodded about the fries, "I thought you'd appreciate me throwing that in there."[/color] He was thankful that he hadn't drank that much tonight so he could at least hold a conversation up. If he had been absolutely plastered you could have gotten a few sentences out and then it'd be nothing more than mumbling and him being all touchy feely like usually. He just couldn't help himself, Carter had always been such a physical person who always loved to be touching someone. He just grinned as he listened to his friend, he could crack some witty comment about how 'he was lucky Carter was willing to spoil him' but he knew the man would never feel comfortable about it, so instead of saying anything he just shrugged it off with nothing more than a grin. He wanted to keep his friend happy and knew smart ass remarks were not the thing to do.

Carter's face had went from being lit up to feeling almost bad as his friend had made the comment about him being pressured around Carter, but soon as he had said the next little bit Carter could feel himself relaxing some. He would never want to make his friend feel any other thing than happy, sure he knew that occassionally they were going to get some grumpiness and all, but for the most part he never wanted him to feel like he was under any sort of pressure. Especially when that had not been the way Carter had ever felt, so of course he felt somewhat obligated to not put Timothy in any situation that he could feel weird about. Hence the reasoning behind never coming out with his feelings, he knew that would send Timothy for a trip and he just didn't want to put him through that. He was always looking out for Tim's wellbeing even if it didn't always look that way, he just couldn't help himself and felt the man needed protecting. "I've calmed down a lot since we first met, even you have to agree right?"[/color] He asked curiously looking over at his friend. He could remember some of the insane shit he had gotten into back when they were just little, sure no drinking or anything had been involved but still the vandalism and such had landed him in hot water on quite a few occassions. The more he thought about it the more he couldn't understand why his friend had stuck around as long as he had, so of course he mouthed a silent 'i'm sorry' to him shaking his head at his constant stupidity. This was the alcohol that had made him take the unwanted trip down memory lane, and he'd probably forget this come the morning.

Carter laughed at the lard vs. boney thing and shrugged some understanding where the man had been coming from, but at the same time he could not remember that much fat being on his body so without thought and hesitation he grabbed hold of his shirt and lifted it off over his head exposing his upperbody to the world. His head was pointed downwards as he looked for some fat, of course finding a small love handle that he insisted on picking at while laughing, but soon he'd found that he wasn't amusing himself nearly as much as Timothy had been, especially after the washing comment. "You mean you're going to let me get cleaned up with all your panties and other stuff?"[/color] He smirked knowing damn well his friend did not wear 'panties' but that was the first thing that he could think of when the word delicates had been mentioned. Of course the image of Timothy wearing some pretty pink panties came into Carter's head as he burst out laughing, and to add a cute little pink lacey bra made the image that much more vibrant as Carter could not control himself. "Okay, this isn't good!"[/color] He said between laughter meaning he could not stop himself right now, just everything that they had talked about had been amusing him more than anything else right now. That image above all else getting burnt into his mind, boy was that kind of creepy.[/size]

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[/i] on the internet. Personally, though, he didn't really use it for questionable purposes. Except on rare occasions. And now, he was unsure of what Carter had meant by his comment. After a moment of contemplation, though, Tim let it go, deciding to give his friend the benefit of the doubt. Even though he was now giggling like a lunatic. Tim had just finished rolling his eyes when Carter's next words forced him to widen them in suprise. Well, now, that had been slightly unexpected. His jaw went slack, and he let out a short gasp. Then, he opened and closed his mouth a couple times, searching for something to say. When nothing came, he pressed his lips together in a smirk, laughing silently. He nodded at Carter's self-depricating comment, finally finding appropriate words. "Yes," he agreed, chuckling awkwardly, "God, sometimes I wonder about you.." He shook his head, still quite unable to believe the turn their conversation had taken.

Tim continued laughing as Carter spoke. The burnt toast joke was, by now, more than old, but he couldn't help himself - he was just so giddy. A mixture of the nervousness brought on by his crush and the happiness at being with him had probably sent him over the edge, and he giggled helplessly, looking over at the other man. "You're so weird," he offered breathlessly, then fell into another wave of laughter, not really sure what was so funny any more. He might as well have been drunk, the way he was going on. As Carter spoke of grilled cheese, Tim finally regained control of himself, looking serious for a moment. "That's because it has cheese on it. Cheese makes anything good. I'll eat cooked broccoli with cheese. Hell, I'll eat brussel sprouts with cheese, and I hate those. I'd probably even eat cauliflower with cheese,[/color]" he shuddered, as if the mere thought of cauliflower made him want to puke. Which, to be honest, it sort of did.

Tim gave Carter a look of mock concern, leaning forward as if to see if something were wrong with him. "Do you - erm - dream of pickles often?[/color]" he asked, completely ignoring the actual meaning of Carter's words. He wasn't normally like this; Tim was usually more single-minded, and less 'out there.' But lately, he'd found himself in a sort of emotional twilight zone, soaring between completely loopy and uncharacteristically pensieve. At the moment, he was closer to the loopy side. In fact, he wasn't really paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth. He was too distracted by his friend. However, the thought of french fries did make his mouth water a bit, and he grinned. "Thanks for that. By the way, you're buying me fries tomorrow," he warned, already enjoying the prospect of consuming such unhealthy goodness.

Timothy thought back to the earlier years of his and Carter's friendship, carefully comparing the two. In the beginning, he hadn't known what to make of the other boy; they'd been as different as a lamb and a lion, or something like that. Carter had been curious, wild and carefree. Tim, on the other hand, had been Tim: responsible, quiet and thoughtful. Even as a child. Yet, somehow, he'd managed to find a true friend in this crazy excuse for a human, despite being dragged into a number of strange situations. Over the years, they'd sort of rubbed off on each other. Tim was more willing to have a good time, and Carter was likely a tiny bit calmer. Lifting his head slightly to meet Carter's gaze, he gave him a sort of crooked smile. "Yeah, I suppose. Either that, or I've gotten used to you," he grinned mischeviously, enjoying the hidden seriousness of the exchange. Pathetically, thinking of the past only made him love Carter more, and he let out an inaudible sigh at the impossibility of his situation.

Tim looked over in suprise as Carter spontaneously ripped his shirt off. For a moment, without even realizing it, he took in the image of his friend's torso. As if it wasn't bad enough that he felt so strongly about the man emotionally, Tim's friend had to be so damn good-looking, too. He didn't know if he could take much more of these strange feelings. I wish I could tell you, he told Carter silently, struggling to keep his eyes from revealling his thoughts. "Yeah, see? I told you you were a lard," he pointed out weakly, forcing his eyes to move back to Carter's face. Then, he grinned, imagining his friend tumbling around in a soapy mass of frilly pink undergarments. "Exactly," he nodded enthusiastically, laughing slightly, "I'll put it on the extra gentle setting and everything." Tim had no idea what was going on in Carter's mind, so he gave him a look, opening his mouth to ask what his friend had meant about stopping. Then, with a sudden rush of brilliance, he realized, a deep blush spreading across his face. He let out a short, breathless laugh, then slapped his friend lightly on the arm, giving him an embarassed look. "Stop that! You sick pervert!" he cried intently, giving the man an offended stare. [/size][/ul]