20. HELLO KITTY

My room finally looked like my room. I had posters of football legends on the walls, the occasional hot girl..

I was laying in my bed between the sheets Timothy had made. I couldn't help but feel like a husband laying in his wife's perfectly made bed. I slammed my head against the mattress a few times.

I couldn't sleep. Not for the first time this past WEEK.

I decided I would do what I'd done before I started living here: go to the source of my sleepless nights.

I quietly tiptoed out of bed and went two doors down. I was not going to knock since it was past midnight and his dad was next door. I went inside his room and closed the door behind me. I just stood there for a while, watching him. He was asleep. Lucky bastard. He had no worries, no troubles unlike me.

I climbed into his bed and under the sheets. He didn't wake up at all, which was kind of surprising. I got the idea to carry out a few important experiments but fought against it.

I covered Timothy's nose and mouth and soon enough he woke up, gasping for air. I let him go.

"What the hell, Josh! When did you get in here?"

"When you were moaning my name."

Timothy frowned. Dammit. He totally hadn't dreamed about me at all. I was the most masculine, straight man ever, I was supposed to be a gay guy's wet dream!

"I can't sleep. You know what that means."

"That you have insomnia?!"

"That you're going to read some faggotry. Grab your book."

Without complaint, T got out of bed and drowsily shuffled to the book closet.

He picked one and got back in bed. He began to read. He was whispering and it immediately put me at ease. I lay down.

"You're going to fall asleep." T warned.

"I'll be gone before your dad finds me, don't worry."

T continued to read.

I don't know if it was the sleepiness or the weird drug-like effect his voice had but I had the courage to pull him close and lay on his chest. T stopped momentarily before carrying on.

I slid my hand under his shirt and stroked his stomach.

"Don't do anything weird." T whispered.

It was totally turning me on. "Like touching your g-spot? Don't worry about it. Been there, done that."

"Yeah, and that's totally straight." T said sarcastically.

"Do I look gay to you?"

"Um... right now? Yeah."

"That would be a total dream for you, wouldn't it?"

Timothy sighed. "Can I go back to sleep now? I'm sleep deprived enough as is."

"What were you doing before I got here?"

"Sleeping?"

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Josh.." Timothy complained.

"I can't sleep, okay?"

"That's not my fault."

"It is. You're keeping me up!"

"How? I'm not making a sound." Timothy sat up.

I did the same. He looked confused and clueless.

You're stuck on my mind all the time.

Timothy was waiting for a response but I was stuck in some weird homosexual panic. I was really starting to hate myself.

"Is it because you live here now?" T asked gently. "I could understand if it's a lot to get used to. Especially with your dad and stuff."

Is he a therapist now?

I sighed. "Yep. Totally." I'd rather have him think my thoughts were with my dad instead of him and his fucking ass.

"Do you miss him?" T asked.

"Yeah. Every night he used to sing me to sleep."

T nodded.

"He'd rock me side to side and then he'd.. kiss me and stuff. And then.. he'd pull down my pants.."

"Huh?!"

I burst out laughing.

Timothy rolled his eyes. "You're never gonna open up, are you?"

"That's your job, you're the one that likes it up the ass."

T didn't say anything for a while. Then he lay down. "I'm going to sleep."

Don't tell me that offended him.

Whatever. What do I care?

I lay down next to him. I lay my head on his chest. He still didn't say anything.

Well, fuck him then.

I turned my head and bit his nipple through the shirt.

"Josh!" He whispered.

"Oh, now you have something to say, huh?"

I squeezed his other nipple with my hand.

"Stop!" T whined before pushing me away.

"Why? Are you getting hard?" I chuckled.

"You're so annoying!"

I pinned T's hands to the bed. "I warned you about this."

"And I believed you're not always like this."

"Except right now." I smirked.

I leaned in again and then T's phone started ringing.

I pulled away. "Who the fuck is calling you at two in the morning?"

T picked up the phone. "Are you okay?" Was the first thing he said. He didn't even wait for the other person to speak. It had to be Fangs.

I leaned close to hear but T pushed me away.

"Stop." I mouthed, pulling him close.

"I miss you."

I rolled my eyes and nearly threw the phone out the window.

"I miss you too." T responded

"I just keep thinking about you."

Fangs sounded even douchier than normal. He was speaking slower, he was definitely high.

T attempted to get up because he knew where this late night convo was going. And I wanted to hear it. I pulled him back and wrapped my arm tightly around his shoulder.

"C-can I call you back?"

"Why?" Of course that idiot was immediately offended.

"Um.. My.. my dad's up, so.."

"Is everything okay? I can come over. I can sneak you out like last time." Fangs chuckled.

WHAT? T HAD SNUCK OUT WITH THAT PUNK?!

"I'll call you back, okay?" T hung up.

"What the fuck? He sneaks you out?"

T sighed. "Why don't you just continue torturing me?"

"So you'd rather have me touch you than talk about your boo? Cute."

"Can I sleep now?"

"Ask nicely. Call me.. Mr. Josh." I smirked.

"Can I sleep, Mr. Josh?" T asked straight-faced. Either he was exhausted or he was shameless.

I pulled away and lay down next to him.

Now I still couldn't sleep.

✪

T was up before me the next morning. I woke up cause I heard music blasting from the bathroom.

I groggily got up and followed the sound. I was instantly awake when I laid eyes on a half-naked Timothy. He only had his ripped black skinny jeans on and he was busy blow drying his hair. He never looked gayer than he did now.

I was beginning to get seriously frustrated. His body was perfect, and weirdly sensual. Anyone would want to fuck him. Still it was me who was subjected to images like these. And I'd have to deal with it every day.

With a frustrated sigh I went into the hallway and into the common bathroom. I ripped off my clothes and resolved to just rub one off in the shower as a way to cope.

I turned on the faucet and water sprayed in all directions, wetting the entire bathroom. Not just that, the water was piping hot!

"AH!" I groaned turning the handles. "FUCK!" I screamed.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.

"What the hell is going on?!" Joe asked. His eyes shot to the drenched bathroom behind me. Then his eyes lit up in in understanding. "Oh! That again! That damn faucet has been giving us trouble for years now, I thought it was finally fixed!"

"Guess not." I shrugged.

"I'll call the goddamn plumber. Again!" Joe turned around. "You can use Timmy's shower in the mean time." He said over his shoulder.

Great. Just what I needed. More half-naked Timothy time.

With a sigh I went back into T's room. I lingered by the door. He was running his hands through his hair while blow-drying the shit out of it. All I could look at was his naked skin. FUCK.

He didn't even notice me watching until I walked in.

His eyes lingered on my chest for a moment. Then he met my eyes waiting for an explanation.

"Why do you look so confused? It's shower time." I smiled sarcastically and took off the towel. Timothy turned away.

"What the hell?! Here?!"

"My shower's broken." I said as I stepped inside the cabin. "You'd know that if you weren't blasting that fucking garbage 24/7."

Timothy was still working on his hair. It was unbelievable how long it took. He picked up a huge bottle of hairspray and began spraying the shit out of his hair. The smell was suffocating.

"You're gonna choke me to death!" I coughed. "How much fucking cancer do you want?!"

"You're being dramatic."

"Oh, am I? Fucking hell."

I started soaping up my body. All the while I was watching everything Timothy did. Just out of curiosity. Now he was combing his hair so it started to look more fluffy. My eyes wandered to his naked back. My eyes glided over the dimples on his lower back.

I was so fucking annoyed. Now I couldn't even masturbate in peace. And him being so goddamn attractive wasn't exactly helping.

When I was done I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around me.

"I saw you staring before." I said as I walked out.

"Huh?" T wasn't even looking at me. He was too busy with his freaking hair.

"You were staring when I walked in. Are you finally starting to see the beauty of real men?"

Timothy sighed and walked back into his room.

I followed after him. He was just staring at his huge closet.

"What? Unsure of which gay uniform to wear today?" I mocked.

"Yeah." T chuckled. "Any suggestions?" He finally looked at me and he had that irresistible smile on his lips again.

I looked away and pinched the inevitable grin off my face.

I searched through all the clothes. I began to laugh when I saw a Hello Kitty zip up hoodie. I pulled it out.

"What the fuck?" I laughed.

"What? It's cute." T smiled.

"Fine." I chuckled and threw it at him. "Wear that. But not with those pants." I looked through his closet again and found a pair of black shorts.

"It's too cold for that."

"Don't you have some faggy socks to match?"

T began to smirk.

"Of course you do." I rolled my eyes.

He pulled out a drawer and revealed some long pink-black-and-white striped hello kitty socks.

I burst out laughing. "There's no way in hell you'll wear that."

"Why not?"

"Because if you wear that, everyone, and I mean everyone will laugh at you. Not just me. Even you aren't that suicidal."

"Wanna bet?" T's eyes were lively and defying. I had to make sure to cover myself with the towel because.. that look was something else..

"Fine. If you wear it the entire day at school I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the day."

T smirked. "Fine. I'll do the same if you win."

We shook hands and I went to my room.

Maybe I could jack off now. I looked at the clock. Fuck. We only had five minutes before we had to leave.

I quickly got dressed and walked out into the hall.

T was dressed in hello kitty shit head to toe. I couldn't not stare. He looked fucking cute, okay? And his legs. Fuck! Why hadn't I thought of this? I'd have to watch him look like that all day!

"You look ridiculous."

Timothy smiled. "I'm just thinking of what you'll look like when you lose."

He was gonna make me wear some stupid shit? And for what? This dude had no shame! He looked ridiculous on the daily, of course he would win and I'd have to embarrass myself for nothing! Shit!