NEVER FAILS -- TARTER!

[carter dominic andrews]

Since Tim and Carter finally got together things seemed to run so smoothly in his life. The past few months seemed to fly by without any drama, and he was as happy as he could be with Timothy by his side. Something odd had been how quiet his father had been about this entire thing though. Since their trip to New York he hadn't heard from his father at all, and considering he knew it'd gotten around the city that he'd been gay his father should have had something to say about it. He never silenced his opinions before so what was up this time? Perhaps he finally accepted his son and just didn't care? Carter knew that was probably not the case, his father was not the type to just turn around and accept his son after years of hatred, so what in the world was up with this?

He walked to the building where the mailboxes were and found his along the far wall, and as he spun out his combination he heard a click and watched as the box swung open and there was a single letter in there. Not too shabby he thought to himself as he pulled the letter out and inspected the front of the envelope, and as he saw the return address he just had to laugh since it'd been his fathers. Look at that, and I was just thinking about you old man, he thumbed his finger into the crease and tore it as the envelope ripped across and and he pulled the letter out. He stood before his opened mailbox and started to read the letter, it starting with nothing more than a Dear Carter, formal with little emotion drawn behind those words.

Few words stood out to Carter as he read carefully through the letter. His father used one word more than the others, ashamed, and he made it clear to Carter that he did not accept his son for who he had been. He made it clear in the letter that he wanted nothing to do with a queer son, and he made note that his money was not going to be piled into a bank account for an ungrateful son who'd bring up his sexuality as a mere jab at his fathers business. Carter laughed as he stared at the letter in his hands shaking his head, fury starting to release itself wherever it could throughout his body, and as he looked around at the few other people in there he knew he had to get out before he made a scene.

My father thinks that I did that in New York just for his ass? He was as far from my mind as could be. He couldn't be further from the truth he shook his head as the thoughts swirled in his mind as he shut his mailbox and started towards the exit. He crumbled the letter up and stuffed it in his pocket as he brought his hands to his side to drum his thighs as he walked straight across campus. He had left Tim in the room doing some homework or something, or at least he'd remembered there being some sort of paper infront of him that he'd taken as homework, and right now he needed to be around Tim. He could have just gone off campus and found a place to get drunk, but since he'd started dating Tim those nights were few and far between and he was actually behaving himself.

He stormed into the building and made his way to infront of his door. He took a deep breathe though that would not help anything, he was straight up pissed off and there was nothing he could do to hide it, and as he reached out and opened the door he immediately noticed Tim in the room. He couldn't see or hear his other roommates, probably off doing something together since the two appeared to be very close friends, and without hesitation he stormed across the room and leaned down placing his hand under Tim's chin so he could lift his head as he leaned in kissing him. He pulled his lips from Tim's as a faint smile appeared and he just sighed, "you know I love you right?" His voice cracked while saying the word love, his hatred for his father ruining his sincere words. He stood up and pulled the letter pretty much condemning him for his lifestyle out and tossed it beside Tim. "Get a load of that shit," he laughed running a hand through his hair as he turned and started to pace around the room. "He thinks this entire thing is just to piss him off, isn't that just fucking sad? I can't have one fucking ounce of happiness without him fucking just ripping it away and twisting it to be all about him, such bullshit."

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Lately, Tim's heart hadn't been in his school work. Not that he'd actually ever loved slaving over assignments or anything like that, but he'd always been able to get things done well and on time. However, as graduation drew near, he found himself becoming lazier and more careless. He didn't know what he wanted to do with himself; he hadn't applied to schools or anything, not exactly intent on paying a bunch of money for a direction-less education. His plan, at the moment, was to maybe get promoted at the ice cream parlour and do a bit of "soul searching." Still, he didn't want to fall too far behind. After all, if he did decide to go to school, it would be best to have good grades backing him up. Begrudgingly, he'd started on his math homework, though the numbers swam incoherently in front of him and the concepts made little sense. His head was soon off in another place completely, and he simply stared at the pages before him, wishing he could tear them to shreds and be done with the mess.

Finally, after an extended period of procrastination, Tim lifted his pencil. Wrote the first question, even, on his lined paper. Eyed it for a moment. Groaned. Couldn't he just... pay someone to do it, or something? He tapped the end of his pencil on his bottom lip, then let it slide between his teeth, chewing thoughtfully on the eraser. If the tangent of four times 'x' is equal to the negative root of three... he tried to talk himself through the problem, brow creasing in concentration. Where did he even begin? He shifted a bit, uncomfortable but not willing to get up. He was on his bed, his elbows sinking into the mattress, and his back was a bit sore from being bent in such an awkward position. Where were his room mates, anyway, when he needed a distraction? It seemed they were always off doing something, while he was always stuck here, being his usual, boring self. Oh, well. Tim sighed, starting on the problem, occasionally looking through his notes to make sure he was doing everything right. For about ten minutes, he seemed to have found some sort of rhythm, and everything was going smoothly. Then, the door opened.

Tim could usually tell when something was wrong with Carter, and this time was no different. In fact, when he lifted his eyes, he noted that the other man looked more or less pissed off. Surprise faded, replaced by confusion as a question started to form on Tim's lips. However, Carter was now storming toward him, and it seemed kind of pointless to ask what was going on when it was obvious he would be finding out soon enough. Tim raised a concerned eyebrow as his friend leaned over, but was quickly distracted when their lips connected. As Carter pulled away, Tim's eyes followed him expectantly. "Er, yeah," he answered, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Had he done something? Had Carter done something? He was clearly upset to an abnormal extent. Finally, some sort of explanation was given as the other man tossed a letter onto the bed.

Almost with a sense of dread, Tim dropped his pencil, reaching over and smoothing the paper out, eyes flying over the page. He felt a hard ball of anger form in the pit of his stomach as the meaning became clear, and when he turned his attention to Carter once more, his eyes were dark with the emotion. Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees, still holding the crumpled paper gingerly between his fingertips. He watched as his friend paced, struggling to swallow the contempt he was feeling for the man's father. "This is shit," he managed, scowling now, the corners of his mouth turning down. He looked over the letter again, chewing at his lip. "Complete bullshit." He tossed the thing aside, not wanting to be in contact with it any longer, and slid his feet over the edge of the bed before standing up. He was absolutely fuming now, silently cursing whatever act of fate had landed Carter with such a sad excuse for a father. "This is just... it's stupid! It's ridiculous! Not even that he - that he's cutting you off. I mean, he's your fucking father. You'd think he would actually have just a little bit of decency, you know? Enough to not just send some fucking bullshit letter." Tim glared at the incriminating piece of paper, now laying uselessly on the floor. Then, he took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. Getting angry at a man who couldn't hear them - who apparently didn't care about his son, who probably didn't even remember Tim - was pointless. They could either move on or fight back, and that decision was Carter's to make.

ooc intense, Heather. Intense.

[carter dominic andrews]

Carter shouldn't have let his father get under his skin like this, but it seemed whenever he was truly happy that old man would find a way to sink his nasty claws into his son and ruin his life. This letter, well this was just the icing on a cake of true disappoint for the past seventeen years. If it hadn't been for nannies he surely would have been discarded as a baby, but then again sometimes he wished he could have gone the adoption route and found another loving family that could have taken care of him. He could care less about the money, he would have been rich with love and affection, but had his life gone in that other direction he might not have met Tim and fell in love, so in the end his life was exactly how he wished it to be, bastard father or not.

"He can't just let me have one fucking shred of happiness, he's got to find out about it and just tear it away from me," he sighed as he heard Timothy call it bullshit and he just nodded, "at least he can't take you away from me right, you're not going anywhere?" After hearing that his family wanted to just cast him out he'd been rather needy to hear that someone wanted to keep him. He knew it sounded ridiculous but he when it dealt with his father all rational thoughts left the building. "Thank you for that, thank you for being there for me," he couldn't help but smile again as he walked over to his friend who'd been standing there and he picked both hands up to place them on either side of Tim's neck as his thumbs caressed his cheeks as he leaned in to plant another kiss on Tim's lips. He slipped his hands behind so his fingertips snuck into Tim's hair as one hand creeped to the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss, all thoughts of his father slowly retreating from his mind for the timebeing. "This, this right here, is all I need," he whispered against his best friends lips before he kissed him once more pulling away somewhat.

The second his lips could feel the cold rush of air from the room his father seemed to snake back into his thoughts, and as he heard what Tim was saying he just groaned as he walked over towards his computer desk as he picked his phone up off of his desk and turned it on as he looked at Timothy just for a second before turning his attention back to his phone as he dialed up the all too familiar number as he placed the cell by his ear. He stood there silent as he could hear the ringing in his ear, but like suspected there hadn't been an answer. Looking at the time he knew they should be home, but with caller ID they were probably just screening the calls and ignoring him, but that didn't matter since their answering machine would suffice for what he wanted to do. He could not look at Timothy as he knew the man would probably try to talk some sense into him, but then again hearing what he had to say perhaps this was the one time that Tim agreed with Carter's actions.

Carter heard his mothers voice come across the answering machine and he could feel his blood start to boil. After he heard the beep he took a deep breathe glancing back at Tim just once more, "what, screening your calls now? It's fine though, it's not like I wanted to talk to you anyway. The reason i'm calling is because I got this nice little piece of junk mail today from Mr. Andrews. Here I thought the prick had forgotten about me, but going through the lengths to write me this nice lengthy letter really means something. I'm honored that he'd think so fucking highly of me, you know with the calling me a queer thing and disowning me, but that's not the best part of it all. It's the part where he says that everything i'm doing is just to get back at him, so I guess I wanted to call and clear one thing up. I am in love with Tim, and if that means i'm queer then so be it, but my feelings for him have absolutely nothing to do with my father. If anything I should thank the man for pushing me out of your lives my entire childhood so I could find someone as special as him. You guys are doing me a favor booting me out of your lives, at least I won't have to put up with trash anymore and pretend to be happy just for money in the bank. One last thing, this little letter Mr. Andrews so graciously signed sure is going to look good plastered over every fucking newpaper in New York, wouldn't you both agree? I'll send someone for my things, and I expect them to be in perfect condition, got it?" He knew he could threaten them since his father would probably be freaking out about his upcoming campaign, so Carter had the upperhand right now.

He smirked as he ended the call and looked over at Tim happy that he had stayed calmer than expected, and as he looked at the home screen of his cell he just laughed as he tossed it back on his desk and walked to Tim backing him to the bed as he could feel the others body falling as Carter leaned down as his palms hit the bed as he'd knocked Tim off his balance, "do you know how good i'm feeling right now?" He asked, voice low as he smirked and brushed a kiss against Tim's forehead, "I haven't felt this good in ages, can't even remember the last time I felt this good, and it's all pretty much because of you."


NOTES. CARTER TOLD HIS PARENTS -dances- and he was a good boy and didn't flip right the fuck out! He should get major brownie points!

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Tim had never really known what to think of the relationship between Carter and his dad. At least, if you could even call it a relationship: it was more of a minimal coexistence. What he had managed to figure out was that Carter required someone to take care of him. Not just a nanny, getting paid to feed him and keep him out of trouble, but a person who stuck around because they wanted to. Which was probably part of the foundation of their friendship: Carter needing someone, and Tim needing to be needed. There were other factors, of course, but at the moment that was the one he was thinking about. As his friend spoke, Tim's scowl stuck in place. He could practically feel the anger emanating from the other man, feel his own anger growing. Every single word was true. Tim had never liked the senior Andrews man, but right now he very well near hated him. At Carter's question, Tim shook his head vehemently, determination breaking through the disgust on his face. "No, I'm staying right here. Right wherever you are," he assured him, voice full of hard-edged certainty.

As Carter thanked him and moved closer, Tim felt a faint smile form on his lips, forgetting the cruelty of the letter for a moment. Easily, he slid his own hands around the other man's waist, holding him as tightly as he dared; proving he would never, ever let him go. "Don't bother thanking me. I already get you," he grinned at the pure originality of his words, leaning in to the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt Carter's fingers worm their way into his hair, felt his heart leap in his chest. Three months together, a lifetime in each other's company, and his knees still went weak for the man. A warmth spread through him at Carters' next words, and he blinked, appearing almost perfectly content before the world came crashing back down on them. As his friend pulled away, so did the mute on Tim's less desirable emotions, and his smile soon faded. He sighed, looking frustrated, crossing his arms over his chest.

As Carter moved over to the desk and picked up his phone, however, Tim's expression became more curious and he raised an eyebrow. It didn't take him long to figure out the other man was calling home, and by the way he'd turned slightly, Tim figured he was worried about being stopped. However, Tim was more interested in hearing what Carter would say. At one point, he might have tried to talk him out of placing such a dangerous call, but reading Mr. Andrews' letter had pushed Tim over the edge of tolerance. Had he been the one leaving the message, he would have unleashed all the furies of hell on a man who obviously had no heart or sense of decency, and he was somewhat surprised to find that Carter managed to keep from yelling or swearing, too much. In fact, as Carter made his case, there was almost a hint of pride written across Tim's face, mingled with admiration and - to put it simply - something meaner. Harder. Less Tim-like. Almost as if he'd won in some sort of unspoken battle between himself and his friends' careless father.

When Carter looked over at him, however, Tim's features softened. He grinned to hear his friends' laugh, feeling as if the weight had been lifted a bit. Not completely, of course, as it obviously wasn't the end of the problem, but to a great enough extent that he didn't feel his temper nearing the boiling point. Carter came back toward him, and Tim smirked, playing into the little backing-up game. His legs hit the mattress, and he fell back a bit, laughing. "Really good?" he guessed, in reply to Carter's question, raising his eyebrow almost mischievously. He was propping himself up on his hands, and playfully made a grossed-out face when his friend kissed his forehead. As the other man continued to speak, Tim looked up at him innocently, hanging on to every word. "Well, I can't take too much credit. You're the one who made the phone call," he pointed out, though he was obviously quite pleased with the compliment. He scooted himself onto the mattress a bit, so that he could sit up properly, and eyed his companion. "I guess this means you can't buy me pretty things, any more, huh." He located Carter's hand on the bed, letting his fingers drift over it before sliding casually up his arm and coming to rest on his shoulder. Never once did he look away from the other man's eyes. "Such a shame. I'll have to find a new sugar daddy." Then, he cracked up, fingers digging into Carter's shoulder as he leaned forward and struggled to stop the onslaught of giggles.

ooc 10 BROWNIE POINTS FOR CARTER. Tim may or may not be trying to love on him right now >.>

[carter dominic andrews]

Hearing Tim say that he was sticking around made Carter feel immediately better, and the best part had been Carter knew it to be true and Tim wasn't just saying it because he knew it'd help. He genuinely wanted to be near Carter, if he hadn't he wouldn't have moved just to come to school with him, so as he looked into Tim's eyes he couldn't help but just grin as he leaned forward and stole a kiss. "I'm about to head to crazy town, so does that mean you're going to join me there too?" He wiggled his eyebrows some teasing his friend loving the fact that he could be so pissed off and yet still smiling around Tim. He made it all possible though, instant mood booster being around him, so that was just one more reason Carter was madly in love with this man.

As Carter now dared to move closer to Tim he knew it'd been the right action as he could feel hands slipping around his waist, and that tight embrace reminded him that Timothy had been there for the long haul. He never had worries of Timothy leaving him, and that was definitely the reassurance he needed at this time. At Tim's admission about already having him Carter couldn't help but burst out laughing as he placed his mouth on Tim's shoulder trying to silence himself. He tucked his chin up against the crook of the others neck as he pecked the soft skin, his lips lingering for just seconds as he chuckled, "that was so lame it was kind of hot." He smirked as he picked his head up kissing Tim, a loss of intensity as he was more for savoring this moment instead of rushing. He knew, as Tim would let him know time and time again, that he had forever with him so there'd never be reason to rush.

When he stepped back his body longed to be held by Tim again, but he knew what he needed to do as he picked his phone up. He had expected to yell and swear once he'd gotten them on the phone, but hearing the answering machine talked some sense into him as they'd now have it for evidence, not that they'd need to use it anytime since they were apparantly shutting him off of everything. As the phone beeped Carter could not help but let all those frustrations in his head out for the world, or whoever had been standing around his house, to hear, and actually although he'd been nervous for so long when he finally admitted everything it'd felt wonderful. Does that mean I just came out of the closet? He had to ask himself that question as his eyes widened as accomplishment seemed to take over his frame as he stood immediately taller and proud. He hung the phone up after a little threat of his own about his personal belongings, and after it'd all been said and done he looked back at Tim to see what his scorecard had read. Had he deserved that thumbs up or down for how he'd just handled that?

That grin that took presence on Tim's face gave Carter the proof he needed that he'd done the right thing and handled the situation better than expected. Carter couldn't have felt better as he walked over to Tim letting his body be taken with Tim's down on the bed, but of course he gave enough space so Tim could prop himself up and still be comfortable. His question had been more rhetorical than anything, but when he heard Tim answer he couldn't help but laugh as he nodded, "really really good," he corrected as he leaned into him pressing his lips against the others, the kisses even tasting more satisfying now that he'd told his parents all of that on their machine. "The phonecall is unimportant, without you I wouldn't have had to even make it, so damnit take some credit when it's due will you?" He laughed knowing that Tim had always been a pain in the ass when it came to accepting any credit. "I will find a way to buy you the world," he still had a good amount in the bank that he could use for an apartment or something, and from there he'd figure out his finances to account for his lifestyle of slacking off. He kept his eyes fixated on Tim's as he felt the others hands slip across his own, but of course it caused him to smirk as he could feel the hand traveling up his arm to rest on his shoulder, a curious eyebrow raising as it now just sat there as Tim spoke again. He was about to say something before Tim broke down laughing as Carter could feel the grip on his shoulder tightening as he just watched the hysterics, "was I supposed to find that funny?" He did try to hold back laughter though it was becoming rather hard to keep it contained.

NOTES. I love me some Tarter in the morning

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Tim laughed when Carter claimed to be headed for crazy town. "Oh, sure, I'll come along for the ride," he decided. Hopefully, Carter wasn't actually going crazy, because that would be a bit too weird and psycho-thriller for Tim's liking. Then again, had Carter ever actually been sane? Their conversation was doing wonders to distract him from thoughts of the letter, and as Carter came closer, Tim almost found himself believing everything was perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it had ever been with the two of them. And, surprisingly, he even managed to make his friend laugh with his cheesy comment. As Carter buried his mouth in Tim's shoulder, Tim grinned widely, chuckling a bit himself. "S'true, though," he pointed out, blushing a bit. He had never been the type to say things like that, but right now it felt necessary. He felt a shiver go down his spine at the feeling of Carter's lips brushing against his neck; a ticklish area on the best of days. Of course, as the other man spoke, Tim's cheeks reddened properly and he bit the inside of his cheek. "Well, we both know I'm smokin,'" he replied, smirking in spite of himself. Really, people needed to start calling him Mister Smooth. Fortunately, he wasn't lame enough to turn Carter off, and received another kiss for his efforts.

By the time Carter finished the phone call, Tim had noted the change in the way he held himself, which made him obscurely even more proud of his friend. He was even tempted to puff his chest out at the victory, though he restrained himself. After all, it wouldn't do to get too excited. The most important thing was that they had each other. Simple, easy, cheesy but true. And now they could focus on more important things, like 'hanging out.' He was about to laugh at Carter's next words, but the act was interrupted by another kiss. Feeling quite good himself, Tim straightened, bringing himself closer to the other man and allowing for better access to his mouth. "Without me, you also wouldn't have had to proclaim your gayness on a busy New York street," he added, though he didn't sound too upset about that fact. After all, he couldn't have been happier about that, and as far as he could tell Carter wasn't exactly regretting the way things had turned out. He grinned, shaking his head stubbornly. "No. I refuse to take any credit whatsoever!"

When Carter promised to buy him the world, Tim raised an eyebrow, giving him a challenging look. "I hope you know I'm going to hold you to that," he warned, "I fully expect to open the world on my next birthday." His words were all in good fun, obviously. Tim would never ask for anything, least of all something so terribly large and expensive as the world. All he'd ever wanted for, really, was Carter, and now that he had him he was perfectly happy. Just another slice of cheese on the growing pile surrounding their relationship. Of course, Tim was quite amused by his own little joke, and only laughed harder at the other man's response to it. When, finally, he was able to look back up, he simply gave him a sloppy grin and playfully brushed some hair out of his face. "Oh, don't worry, I'll still keep you around. For your good looks and such." He shrugged, dropping his hand back down to the bed and eying Carter with growing amusement. Finally, the repressed smirk broke onto his face, and Tim fell back, sighing gleefully. "Oh, I'm hilarious." He stretched his arms out over his head in a catlike manner.

ooc xD Tarter goes very well with my morning coffee not that I ever drink coffee but y'know

[carter dominic andrews]

Carter just stared at Tim speechless for a second trying not to crack up, "does that mean you're going to let me drive?" He clapped and rubbed his hands together feeling them heat up due to friction as an evil smirk peaked across his lips. "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, me driving, we might not even make it to crazy town." Carter had never tried driving, but from the looks of things it hadn't been too dificult. He was sure he could learn, but then again that'd require attention and that was something that Carter was in short supply of. He liked having pointless conversations like this with Tim, but as Tim had said that lame comment all conversation had swept clear of his mind as he laughed burying himself in Tim's neck, but hearing Tim admit it'd been true did make him feel loads better not that he had to admit it since Carter knew. "Should I call the fire department?" He picked his head up looking at Tim with that cheesy smile of his trying not to laugh.

He knew what he had to do though, so as he distanced himself from Tim his head seemed to gather the information it needed as he let his cell dial his parents phone number. He was unsure of how he could contain his anger, but it seemed that as the answering machine picked up something in his head clicked, and instead of flipping out like he'd wanted he stayed rather calm. Hanging up on them felt so good as Carter took a deep breathe as his nerves were absolutely shot, but as soon as he turned around to see Tim there he felt better. He wouldn't have been able to keep as calm if he hadn't known Tim was so close, so he thanked the man the best way he knew how as he marched over and planted a kiss on his lips. He still used his words to thank Tim too, but of course he had a feeling his friend wouldn't accept it that easily and would try to make Carter seem like the hero too. "Without you I wouldn't be in love," he shrugged grinning as he looked at his friend loving the fact it'd been so easy for him to share his feelings now. He honestly could not understand what had taken him so long to tell his friend how he had felt, but at least now he was making up for lost time by being so open about his feelings. "Well that's too bad then since i'm still giving you the credit, you deserve it."

When Tim said he'd hold Carter to that he just laughed and nodded, "your birthday is when again? July? September? December?" He made it seem like he didn't even know the mans birthday, though it'd been furthest from the truth, and then he started to count on his fingers trying to figure out how many imaginary months Tim had before his next birthday. "Wait a second, wait a second, I said i'd buy you the world, but I never said anything about wrapping it," he shook his head crossing his arms infront of his chest seperating the both of them some. Carter moved his hands back to rest on either side of Tim as he listened to him, and hearing the laughter break out between the both of them was something that he loved, just another typical day for them now and he couldn't get enough. "You damn well better keep me around," he smirked as he leaned in giving Tim another kiss, his body pressing against his some hoping to knock him off his balance as he'd been sitting up. Tim seemed to have the same idea as he fell backwards leaving Carter to drop, but he did at least catch himself before he crashed as he lay loosely ontop of him. "You think you're hilarious, I just agree so it doesn't hurt your feelings," he smirked looking down at his friend he'd had laying beneath him, a spot he was all too familiar and comfortable with.

NOTES. weekend is over so that means more posts, and plus my stupid flu is starting to go away so YES huzzah!

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Suddenly realizing how dangerous his statement had been, a serious look crossed Tim's face, and he shook his head slightly. "Um, no, we'll.. catch the bus. It's okay. You don't need to drive." He gave Carter his best grin - the slightly crooked one - and batted his eyelashes, hoping to distract him from the insult by being absolutely adorable. Which didn't really work, considering 'absolutely adorable' Tim looked more like regular Tim on one too many cans of redbull. Fortunately, his friend wasn't holding that little issue against him, and as Carter buried his face in Tim's neck Tim rested his head on the other man's, unable to keep a stupid smile from plastering itself across his lips. Sometimes, he loved Carter more than he even thought possible; like now. He would be perfectly content to just stay in this moment forever, to never have to deal with the rest of the world, to have it be the two of them and nobody else. But that was selfish, of course. Instead, he simply savoured the moment, laughing as Carter lifted his head. "Somebody call 9-1-1..." he sang, dancing as much as was possible while still being held by his friend.

When Carter made his cheesy comment about how he 'wouldn't be in love' without Tim, Tim stuck his tongue out, deciding to let the topic rest. After all, they were already being ridiculously over-the-top. Why push it? Still, Carter was determined to insist that Tim take all the credit, and he groaned. "All I did was be awesome and loveable, so if that's what you're giving me credit for, fine." He looked a bit annoyed, but the expression was soon replaced by a mischievous grin, and he gave Carter another quick kiss before laughing again. Of course, Carter had to ruin the moment by pretending he didn't know when Tim's birthday was, and Tim struggled to look as offended as possible, pulling away. "March, you ass," he answered, only appearing more disappointed as Carter continued. "What's the point of getting the world if you can't unwrap it? Just get one of those little old ladies at the mall to do it, if you're too lazy. The gift-wrappers." He, too, crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner.

Tim was still giggling when Carter's lips next connected with his, and for a moment he pressed back, deepening the kiss. Then, without warning, he pulled away and fell back onto the bed, laughing as Carter landed more gently on top of him. He squirmed a bit in order to get more comfortable, then relaxed, sliding his arms around the other man almost automatically. Of course, he had to frown when Carter insulted him, pretending to be hurt. "Keep that up and you're going on the floor," he warned, before a smile twisted the corners of his lips up once more. He lifted a hand to toy with the other man's hair, eventually closing the distance between their mouths in a deeper, slower kiss, his fingers sliding over the back of Carter's head while his other arm remained locked around his waist. He still couldn't believe how quickly things had gone from the horribleness of Mr. Andrews' letter to the perfection of the moment they were now sharing. He felt like he was going to bubble over in happiness, and he was certain Carter could sense that.

ooc IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE SO yeah it's late and sometimes I just yeah

[carter dominic andrews]

As he watched Tim's expression change he couldn't help but burst out laughing staring at the other. "There's a bus to crazy town, so does that mean we'll have to be on it with other people heading down that highway?" He furrowed his brows as he thought about it for a second, and with a shrug as he picked both his hands up at his sides, "I don't know, makes me driving sound a tad bit safer than riding on a bus full of crazies, wouldn't you say?" He brought his fingers close together but avoiding one another still to show just how big a tad had been in his opinion. Carter couldn't help but laugh once more as he felt Tim dancing the best he could as he sang out the first lyrics, so of course Carter moved just slightly along with him as he had been a fan tolerated the song, "Shawty fire burning on the dance floor," he then stopped dancing as he grinned stepping back just once so he could see Tim better. "Wait, does this all mean I can call you my Shawty now?" He could not imagine doing that constantly, it just was not a term of affection he would want to use, and plus the man stood taller than him so it'd never work.

Carter appreciated Tim taking the credit since it'd been due, but the way he'd done it of course screamed with sarcasm, but right now Carter didn't even care as he just kept that grin as he nodded. "Awesome and loveable?" His look became very skeptical as he took a step back looking to admire the man infront of him, "Are you sure those are two words that I could use? I don't know..." His last word trailed off as he stopped looking as skeptical as he did excited now nodding, of course those were two words that could be used to define Tim. He continued to tease the man by forgetting his birthday, something that he could never do since it'd been imprinted in his brain after so many years, but as he watched the show of offense. Carter could tell that his answers were not pleasing Tim, but he understood considering he did just offer the world and take it all away within a minute, or at least the pleasure of unwrapping it at least. "What if I wrap it too tight and all the people suffocate? Would you honestly be able to live with yourself knowing that your present killed the world, well all except us of course since well what would the point in that be?" He wasn't sure how that whole thing would work out, perhaps he'd take him on a rocket ride to the moon or something while he ordered someone to wrap the earth, or maybe they would just grow freakishly tall and the world would become like a bouncy ball in their hand. It would defeat the purpose of such an awesome present if noone was around to witness and get jealous of course of such a gift. "We both know i'm pretty lazy I guess." He smirked as he now imagined going to the gift-wrappers and telling them of such a request, he'd be looked at as crazy he should do that sometime.

Conversations seemed to be taking a backseat as they became more physical towards one another, Tim deepening the kiss that Carter had so often craved, and now laying ontop of him Carter felt right at home. He laughed after his insult, but what had been even funnier had been Tim's comeback that had Carter smirking, "you put me on the floor and you're coming with you, no doubt about that." Carter tunneled his hands down around Tim as he laid there making sure that he could get a good grip on the man had it came down to that. His thoughts were no longer fixated on the floor as soon as Tim closed the gap, his lips joining Carter's where they seemed to belong, and of course as he felt Tim initiating some he too found himself letting his body press up against the others moreso than before. He knew that either roommate could come in the room right now, but honestly it didn't even matter to him anymore. He had no reason to hide him and Tim's relationship, and it's not like they were naked or anything not that Carter would object if clothes just magically were displaced. "You alright there Timmy?" His voice was low as he picked his head up looking down at the other man, a wild grin stretching across his face as he kissed the mans forehead. "I think it's cute you still get excited being close to me, I hope that never changes."

He leaned back against Tim's body as his lips once more crashed against Tim's, but only for a second as he sat up not able to wipe that stupid grin from his face, "it's getting harder and harder to control myself around you," he did not mind that one bit though, and actually was surprised he could keep himself away as long as he had in the past. There were times harder than others, like right now for example, where he just wanted to tear off the mans clothes but he had to restrain. Honestly the thought of sleeping with Tim scared the hell out of him for one reason, he loved him and wanted each and every moment together perfect, and even just thinking about the two of them together he figured he'd do something wrong. At least now Tim could hold the fantasy that Carter had been good enough. "How long you think the roommates are gone for?" He asked smirking as he fell back ontop of Tim, but of course used his strength so his body didn't just crash against the others.

NOTES. I could not leave this weekend without a tarter post, I just couldn't!

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Tim frowned when Carter pointed out that the bus would be full of other crazy people. Though, if they were all crazy in a similar way, that couldn't necessarily be bad, could it? Frankly, thinking about it made his head hurt. "That's true. Maybe I should drive?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning crookedly. He laughed when Carter joined in on his little song-and-dance, but stopped as his friend stepped back, not wanting to make too big a fool of himself. At the other man's words, he grimaced, shaking his head vehemently. "Yeah, no. Only if I can call you my boo." Just the thought of it caused a laugh to bubble from his lips, and Tim had a good chuckle before straightening to look at Carter properly. Again, he had to act offended at the man's skepticism, crossing his arms over his chest again and pressing his lips together, his eyebrows furrowing. Fortunately, before he could scold him, Carter redeemed himself and Tim felt another grin spread across his face. "That's what I thought."

When Carter pointed out that, by wrapping the world, billions of people might suffocate, Tim shrugged. "Well, poke holes in the wrapping so air can get through. Or put it in one of those gift bags with the tissue on top, like people do when they're too lazy to actually wrap the present." There was no way the other man could get out of it now. Especially with the possibility of using gift wrappers. Really, Carter wouldn't have to do any work at all, and nobody would have to die, and Tim could have the world. It all worked out perfectly. Unfortunately, his awesome ideas were pushed to the side as his friend decided to get him down on the bed, and he smirked only briefly at the change in events before pressing his lips back against Carters'.

When the man threatened to pull him right down onto the floor with him, Tim stuck his tongue out, though he soon began giggling as Carter's hands brushed against his ticklish sides. Playfully, he tightened his grip on his friends' back, unable to resist kissing him again as he felt him press closer. He wasn't thinking about wrapping the world any more, and he definitely wasn't thinking about the letter. He was just happy to be in Carter's arms, to not have to worry about anything. As cheesy as it was, he knew they would be able to get through whatever life threw at them, so long as they had each other. It was just one of those moments where everything felt right. When Carter asked if he was alright, Tim gave him an innocent look, eyes sparkling. "'Course," he answered, scrunching his face again as Carter kissed his forehead. He did feel a blush creep across his face as the man continued, though, blinking bashfully. "Yeah, well," he mumbled, glancing away. Of course, he couldn't avert his eyes forever, and his gaze soon shifted back to his friends' face as he smiled. "You give yourself far too much credit," he joked.

Tim returned Carter's quick kiss, folding his hands back behind his head as the man sat up. He raised an eyebrow as he spoke, grinning slyly. "Is it?" It was more of a statement than a question, and what he really wanted to know was where Carter was going with it. Obviously, they would have to.. 'do it' sometime. Isn't that what happened? You started dating, you had sex, et cetera? Tim may not have been a virgin, but he'd never actually been with a guy before, which was why he was reluctant about pushing it. Plus, it was Carter. For some reason that just made it seem weird. Though he was sure that, once they got through the awkward first time, they would be fine. Once they knew what they were doing. He drew in a breath, glancing over at the door thoughtfully as Carter lowered himself back down.

"Dunno, Chris left probably half an hour ago, and Emeri hasn't been around all day." Almost of their own accord, his hands slid back around his friend, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. He looked up at him, biting his lip. "Why?" There was a hint of mischief to his voice - an invitation - and he grinned slowly.

ooc I'm sorry this sucks D:

[carter dominic andrews]

One of the best things about Tim and Carter had been the understanding they'd had with one another. Their conversations were never normal or simple, and yet both seemed to know exactly what the other was saying and things flowed easily, something that could neither be explained or questioned. It's just how they'd become after such a long time together, and Carter wasn't complaining in the slightest. He nodded at the question, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked the other up and down, "I think it'd be the better of the two options," he put two fingers up and waved them between the two males showing the options.

Their song and dance had been fun, but considering the song Carter just could not continue without wanting to double over in laughter. Hearing Tim ask his follow up question to Carter's had him cracking that ever present grin once more as he tried to imagine the two walking around somewhere and Tim calling him that. "I don't think I look like a boo, or you a shawty." He laughed at the thought of them calling one another that, but soon his laughter was silenced as he tried to think of any of the names the two had called one another. The more he thought of it he could not come up with a pet name that'd stuck for either, so could it be they were in a relationship without a cutesy nickname for one another?

Hearing his idea about holes in the wrapping paper brought a grin to Carter's face, and that grin spread even wider as he continued with the bag and tissue paper option. "How about I get even lazier and just stick a pretty bow on it somewhere, screw the paper all together." He smirked knowing that Tim would scold him for wanting to half ass such a huge present, but Carter'd always been the lazy one so Tim shouldn't expect much. He tried to keep all his thoughts on the present of the world, but as he inched closer to Tim the only thing he could think of unwrapping were those restricting clothes from his body. He fell onto the bed without much effort, Tim not putting up a struggle at all which was always a good thing, but then again why would he need to?

He knew he had to pace himself and not just rip Timmy's clothes off, no matter how much he wanted to as his fingers crept up his sides, but with each kiss those desires were silenced for moments as nothing else mattered than that innocent exchange of affection. He had to ask though, had the man been alright, but hearing his answer assured Carter as he grinned pressing his lips against the mans forehead once more as her took a silent heavy breathe taking in that familiar scent of the other man. He had to joke around with Tim a little, but as he heard what the other had said in return his pride had been shot as his lips turned from smirking to a proper frown. "Too much credit? Have you fallen off your rocker?" He chuckled as that frown turned upside down soon after, something he knew it would have done as he could never be upset for too long. "I don't think I give myself enough credit." He smirked once more as he challenged Tim to prove him wrong.

As he sat up forming his thought he heard the statement, though posed as a question, that Tim had said leaving him to nod as he looked into the males eyes, "you have no idea." Though, in reality, Timmy might have an idea since he was going through the same thing as him. He knew when the day came that the two actually did sleep together it'd be weird, so he would prolong it for as long as possible, but he found it rather hard to not give in to his temptations to just be with him. Even right now as their bodies were so close he felt he could just push the envelope a little and nobody would be too upset about it, and after hearing where the roommates had been Carter felt the need to push things a little further. He could hear that tone of voice as Tim asked him why, and without saying anything Carter just smirked giving his shoulders a slight shrug sending Tim's hands on the rise and then quick fall.

"Maybe we should take advantage of being alone then," that had not been a question nor did Carter make it sound that way, it'd been a straight up statement as he slipped his hand around the mans back using his shoulders, which Tim's hands had been around, to lift him from the bed just enough to grab the shirt and work it up the mans back. "It's not like it happens very often anymore," and even if it did it's not like Carter would mention those other times, here and now was all that mattered at the moment, and right now he wanted that shirt off of him.

Carter managed to get the others shirt off as he tossed it on the ground, his hands searching down his sides feeling the flawless perfection of Timmy as he found himself getting hot under the collar. He knew the only way to help that would be to take his own shirt off, can't get hot under the collar if he wasn't wearing one he thought, so he sat up quickly letting Tim's hands fall to the bed as he grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it off exposing his torso before carelessly tossing the fabric aside leaning back over the other, his stomach touching Tim's causing an odd sensation to tickle throughout his body. "This is better."

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Tim grinned at Carter's shock about the idea of giving himself too much credit. Of course, it wasn't true. In fact, Carter probably didn't give himself enough credit, but Tim wasn't about to let him know that. "Hey, you're the one who was all inviting me to crazy town earlier," he pointed out when his friend asked if he'd fallen off his rocker. When Carter laughed, Tim let out a low chuckle as well, though he wasn't entirely focused on joking around. He raised an eyebrow as the other man mentioned the thought that he didn't give himself enough credit, determined to deny this idea. "Yeah, in your dreams," was the best he could come up with, paired with a solid eye-roll and a strategic poke in Carter's side. Then, he giggled again, letting Carter stand and pulling himself up a bit so he wasn't just sprawled across the bed for no good reason.

Tim bit the inside of his lip at Carter's reply, maintaining the same curiously innocent expression as he stared back at the man. As the conversation continued, he lifted his hands to Carters' shoulders, speaking without really paying attention, focusing on his friends' face. Until, of course, he asked about their room mates. Then, Tim was all ears, and his smirk became a grin at his companions' shrug. "Maybe," he replied cheekily; unnecessarily. He pulled himself up a bit to help Carter out, pressing his lips against the other man's as his shirt came up, only pulling back at the last moment and letting go so that it could slide over his arms. He tried not to laugh as Carter's hands brushed against his ticklish torso, focusing instead on getting his friends' shirt off so that they could be even. A tug at the hem seemed to be enough incentive, and he waited for the other man to finish removing it before returning his hands to their original place as Carter lowered himself back down.

Tim nodded in reply to the man's words, snaking his arms over his back, appearing rather mischievous. "Just two shirtless guys, hanging out in a dorm.. nothing to see here." Then, he brought his lips back to Carters', starting slowly but soon deepening the kiss, not even considering the possibility of one of their room mates walking through the door. He wanted to do something besides just make out, something to get over the awkwardness of 'taking the next step.' He wondered if he would have to get Carter drunk to do it. That would certainly be interesting.

ooc I shortened it a bit so it's not all like LOL KAYLA REPLY TO 1000 WORDS OF TARTER FLIRTING. But anyway xD

[chris]

Chris had been having a lousy morning, he was in one of his moods because he missed Kait and was being pissy about it. People were getting in his way and he couldn’t be bothered to deal with that right now. He wasn’t being a snob at least; he was just moody and sulky. He couldn’t wait till school was over because then he would get to spend as much time as he could with her. Well that was his plan. He knew she would be coming with him to England at some stage, and maybe he would go to Long Island with her, and he also had a trip planned for the two of them especially. He had it all figured out and knew they could make it all work out somehow. At least the time spending apart from each other made them realise how much they really liked each other, he kind of thought the time they were spending apart was good. Before she had left for her internship, he and Kaitlyn had spent so much time together he knew it probably wasn’t all that healthy, but he couldn’t help it and he didn’t want to say anything anyway but it was good, even though he really did miss her.

Chris was done with roaming around school with nothing to do. He had been in the library doing some research for school work but had come up with absolutely nothing, he had been working on it for a while, but then got distacted by facebook stalking. It was way more interesting than doing research for chem class. Chris had now made up his mind that he was going to Jacksonville community college to study Law. He was not giving up on his music though, he couldn’t, and since he knew his friends probably would have a similar idea he knew they could make the band work. It seemed like something that the town could deal with, they would be known as ‘the next big thing’ and he knew the kids at the high school would probably all support them for getting famous and everything. His cousin could give them tips too, since he was in a very successful British band. They may not be all that well known in America but he thought they had a pretty good chance; he knew a few girls liked them around school, Kayla being one of them.

He picked up his bag and put all his belongings in it, walking out of the library and back to his dorm. Maybe he would get a little bit more work done there, if his roomies weren’t around. He would always end up speaking to his friends and that wasn’t really a good thing. He could be bad at concentration when others were around him but then again he could also buckle down and work really hard as well, it would really depend on his mood that day and how he was feeling with everything, if he was pissed off he would just get on with something, and maybe eventually talk, buit if he was in a good mood, which he mostly was he would talk to his friends. His bad mood had gone a little now, so he would be up for talking with them if they wanted to talk, he’d have no problem with that really. He was on and off with the sulkiness but there was nothing he could do right now. He would just have to wait. He pulled the handle down on the door, realising it was locked, so he got the key out of his pocket and turned it in the lock, opening the door slowly, he hadn’t prepared himself for what he was going to see.

His two roommates; Carter and Tim in bed....shirtless OH! he said oh....I am really sorry...I’ll just....yeah I’ll just leave he said turning round to the door.

[OOC// I could have made it better but I hope its not too terrible. I thought I would have him turn round and START walking away, just in case Carter or Tim wanted to say something else to him.]

[carter dominic andrews]

Carter was thankful Tim hadn't put too much of a fight up when he wanted his shirt off, but even if he had Carter would have ended up wrestling him for it. He liked to believe that he could win, not that it could be possible of course, but he still considered it wishful thinking if anything. Timothy gave into his silent requests rather easily though, and lately Carter could feel this silent nagging to go further, but each time he'd had the chance something had stopped him. He could not believe that he let his nerves get in the way of his chance to be with Tim on a far more intimate level, but he just couldn't help himself and insisted the two would end up never sleeping together at this pace.

His questions about the roommates had sort of been a hint that he wanted to push this all further, but knowing Carter he could hint all he want about it but in the end he'd end before anything even remotely serious happened. He laughed as he heard Tim's responses, funny little quips as he reached his hands around Carter's back, and Carter not hesitating brought his chest down against his friends. "We could give them something to see, or talk about even," he started to hum along to let's give 'em something to talk about, a little mystery to figure out, let's give them something to talk about, "how about love, love, love, love?" He had got himself far too involved in that hum-along that he couldn't help but straight up sing the last line, that song being one he absolutely adored, and after he was finished he couldn't help but grin at the man beneath him content to be so at ease.

His lips pressed against Tim's once more, all thoughts of songs and everything else leaving his mind, and had he been paying attention he might have actually heard the lock as it clicked to unlock the door, but he was clueless as he was far too wrapped up and invested in this moment. He did not want it to end, though when he heard another males voice from behind him Carter snapped his neck back as fast as he could to see the started Chris in the doorway. Part of him wanted to laugh about all of his, another part wanted to cry, but for some reason he couldn't do anything as he'd been frozen in his spot. "Shit, don't you knock?" He shook his head groaning dropping his body and rolling beside Tim in the bed trying to calm his racing heart. "Right, you live here, why would you need to knock? Damn," he mumbled shaking his head as he ran his hand over his face hiding the humiliation.

"You're seriously going to leave now? Moods ruined man, come on in," he groaned as he lifted his head some just to tuck a pillow under there as he pushed his head down against the damn thing. "You have like the worst timing knowing to man, you know that?" He had to laugh as at least he'd had a good excuse to stop pushing things further for the two today, so at least Tim couldn't get mad at Carter for anything. He dropped his head to the side grinning from ear to ear at the entire situation.

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"Right," Tim rolled his eyes, wondering what would actually happen if Emeri or Chris were to walk in right that second. It would be awkward, to say the least. Maybe they should have installed a deadbolt for the door, to avoid the possibility of unwanted visitors simply popping in. Then again, it wasn't like they were going to go much further than this. Tim could hope and hint all he wanted, but Carter would probably find an excuse to keep things from getting too far, and Tim wasn't in the mood to pin him down and force him into anything at the moment. That thought was obscurely amusing, and his lips twisted into a smirk, wondering how Carter would react to such a scenario. It would definitely be a surprise, to say the least, nothing like the Mister Nice, Respectable Tim he'd become accustomed to. He did grin as Carter's humming turned into singing, though, pulling him in for another kiss as soon as he finished. He felt warm, and safe, and happy.

It was while they were kissing that Tim heard a small sound, almost like the turning of a key. But no, why would someone be coming back now? Of all times? It was the middle of the day, for crying out loud, they should be... out doing stuff. Making the split-second decision to not care, Tim made the most of the last seconds of their kiss, anticipating the voice which soon broke the silence of the room. As Carter lifted his head, Tim turned his to the side, eyes instantly falling on Chris' startled expression. Almost immediately, he began laughing, imagining the scene from the other man's point of view. He was a bit embarrassed, of course, but mostly just awed by the hilarity of the situation. There they were, talking about 'what if,' and not five minutes later Chris walks through the door. Such is life.

"Dude, it's fine, come back in," he managed between fits of giggles, rolling onto his side in an attempt to contain the mirth. It didn't work. Tears were actually forming in his eyes right now, especially when Carter spoke with a less-than-pleased tone. Of course, as his friend continued, Tim eventually quieted down, pulling himself into a sitting position and running a hand over his face. "Oh geez," he sighed, looking over at Chris sheepishly, "sorry about that. We erm... we were just..." Unable to help himself, Tim burst into another fit of laughter, holding onto the bed frame to keep from falling on the floor. "Man." He shook his head, standing at long last and picking his shirt up off the floor, then tossing it onto his bed next to Carter. 'Cleaning.'

"Anyway, how's life?" he asked, figuring it would be best to attempt some sort of conversation. The less amount of time they spent stewing in their awkwardness, the better, as far as he was concerned.

ooc I was tempted to make Tim invite Chris to join in >=)