Jesse pushed the door to the house open and Tim followed him inside. He asked for the bathroom and Jesse directed him to it, then went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, staring blankly at it's contents. After a moment he closed it and leaned his forehead against the outside, closing his eyes. His mind was reeling, and he was trying to convince himself that it was okay that Tim was here.
The sound of Tim's worn converse hitting the linoleum caused Jesse to lift his head. Watching each other, they both smiled a little bit.
"You still need to call Rob and whoever," Jesse told him. "I'm sure they're worried."
Tim looked at the floor nervously. "He's gunna yell at me..."
Jesse almost laughed out loud at the expression on Tim's face, and the thought of him being scared of someone. Of course, Jesse didn't know Rob, either. "Well, do you want me to call, or what?"
"Would you?," Tim looked up quickly.
Jesse did laugh that time, and Tim grinned at him. "All right, fine," he said, heading down the hall towards his bedroom and the phone that hadn't got smashed. As he passed Tim, he muttered. "Pussy..."
Tim punched him playfully in the arm. "I can still kick your ass."
Jesse gave him an odd look as they continued into his bedroom. "What the fuck do you mean still? You couldn't even kick my ass when I was 17."
"Nah, I just always let you win," Tim told him with a reassuring nod.
Sitting down on the bed, Jesse snorted and picked up the phone. "Right. What's the number?"
Tim took the phone and dialed the number, then handed it back to Jesse. Jesse waited a minute, until a voice came through the other line.
"Tim?"
"Uhm, no...this is...Jesse," Jesse answered the questioning voice.
"Jesse?," the voice repeated, sounding confused.
"Yes, Jesse Michaels," he clarified. "I -"
"I know who the fuck you are, asshole."
"Matt?"
"Yes," Matt conceded on the other end of the phone with a small laugh.
"Hey!," Jesse exclaimed happily. "How's it going?"
"Not so great," Matt admitted. "Hey, what the hell are you doing calling Rob's cell phone, anyway?"
"Oh, that, right," Jesse said, remembering the reason for calling. Tim rolled his eyes and shook his head and Jesse continued. "I wanted to let you guys know Lint's okay, he's here."
"He's there? As in, your house?," Matt asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
"Is he all right? Is he drunk? Did he take Rob's car?"
Jesse laughed lightly at the barrage of questions. "No, he's fine. He didn't wreck Rob's car, as far as I can tell."
"And...he's been drinking, hasn't he?"
"Uh...maybe, a little," Jesse recalled the slight taste of scotch in Tim's mouth.
"Fuck...," Matt muttered.
"It's okay, man. He's not drunk or anything."
"Nooo...," Tim whispered, covering his head and falling onto Jesse's bed. Curling up, he mumbled. "Why the fuck did you tell him I was drinking? Goddammit, Jesse..."
"Well...as long as he's okay, I guess," Matt conceded, then paused. "Do you want us to come get him, or is he going to, uh... stay the night?"
Jesse blushed slightly at the question. Matt was probably the only person who knew what Tim 'staying the night' with Jesse could potentially mean, since he was the only other person who had an idea of the full depth of their relationship during the Operation Ivy days. "Well...," he started, forcing his voice to stay normal. "The night's almost over, anyway, so why don't you guys get some rest and we'll figure that out tomorrow?"
"Sounds good," Matt said, and Jesse could hear the knowing grin in his voice. "But you know he's married, right, Jess?"
"Jesus Christ, Matt," Jesse replied, then laughed a little. "Yes, I know. But from what he said, not for very long."
"What? Ooooh...," Matt's voice took on an understanding tone. "That...makes a lot more sense, then."
"Right, things fuck up so he runs to me," Jesse agreed. Tim lifted his head to glare at Jesse, then hit him again, a little less playfully. Jesse grabbed his wrist to prevent further damage. "Hey, fucker, cut it out. I'm gunna kick your ass when I get off this phone."
Matt laughed on the other end of the line. "I'll let you go, in that case. Thanks for calling."
"Hey, no problem," Jesse told him. "Nice talking to you again."
"Yeah, you too. And Jesse?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure he doesn't drive anywhere else, cool?"
Jesse laughed again. "You got it. Bye, Matt."
"Cheers, Jess."
Jesse set the phone back on the cradle and looked over at Tim, who was still curled up on the bed in a fetal position. "Well?," he asked.
Tim looked up at him. "Are they gunna kill me?"
"Not yet," Jesse said, then grinned. "No, your daddy said it's fine if you stay the night, but no more scotch or driving. And apparently you're out past your bedtime."
Tim looked petulant for a second then laughed. "Never, ever call Matt my 'daddy' again."
"I'm just going to forgo the obvious question that would come in response to that," Jesse muttered, snickering.
Still grinning, Tim uncurled a little and reached out to grab Jesse and pull him close. Jesse allowed himself to be pulled, laying down next to Tim. "Thank you for calling," Tim told him with a sincere look. "I really didn't want to talk to anyone."
"Mhmm," Jesse muttered. "So I should shut up, then?"
Tim nodded and buried his face in the crook of Jesse's neck. Jesse slipped an arm around Tim's stomach and turned onto his side, facing him. Tim moved one of his legs between both of Jesse's and squirmed closer to him. Jesse let his eyelids fall shut as Tim started to kiss his neck softly, leaning his cheek against the side of Tim's head. After a moment, Tim pulled away and ran his calloused fingertips along Jesse's jawline.
"You're still so fucking beautiful," he murmured.
Jesse opened one eye and looked at Tim. "And here I thought you loved me for my mind."
"That's beautiful, too," Tim told him, smiling.
"How do you know? It's been a long time. It could have completely warped by now."
Tim shook his head lightly. "Nah, I've heard things."
"What things?," Jesse asked, letting his hand slide up Tim's side to his chest.
"Common Rider things," Tim clarified. He closed his eyes and laid his head back down.
"Ahh," Jesse muttered, his hand moving back to Tim's hip. "Didn't think you'd listen."
"I did. A lot," Tim said. "It's amazing. I could never do something like that."
"Neither could I, apparently. Not for too long anyway."
"Mmm," Tim pressed a kiss to Jesse's fingertips as they ran across his cheek. "It was good while it lasted."
"That's what people used to say about us, too," Jesse recalled, his tone dropping. "Did you really like it, though?"
"Yeh. Even though Matt insisted I just listened to it all the time to hear your voice," he admitted with a small grin. "Maybe he was right."
"Might as well be," Jesse said. He lifted Tim's chin and kissed his lips briefly. "That's the only reason I bought all those god-awful Rancid albums, anyway."
Tim laughed softly, then wrapped an arm around the back of Jesse's neck and pulled him back for a more lasting kiss. Jesse rolled onto his back, Tim rolling on top of him in the process. Their kiss grew in intensity as they refamiliarized themselves with each other. Jesse's hands roamed down Tim's back and under the hem of his torn shirt, then up the soft skin of his back. Tim broke the kiss to look at Jesse, propping himself up on one arm while the fingers of his other hand ran through his hair.
"I missed you a lot, Jesse," he told him quietly.
"Missed you too, Lint," Jesse replied.
Tim grinned slightly. "No one's called me that in years."
"They shouldn't have," Jesse said, leaning up to run his tongue along Tim's neck before continuing. "That's my name for you."
"Couldn't imagine you calling me anything else," Tim agreed.
He moaned softly as Jesse's hands moved to his chest and he ran his thumbs lightly over his nipples. Jesse took that as a good sign and slipped his hands around his back again to yank off Tim's shirt. Tim dropped his head once it was off and pressed his mouth to Jesse's again momentarily, then mimicked the action, pulling Jesse's shirt over his head. Jesse's fingertips danced across Tim's pale chest, slowing and running across 'US Thugs' emblazoned on his muscled stomach.
"Tattooed freak," he muttered playfully.
Tim mumbled an affirmative response in the form of a moan, leaning down to slither his tongue over Jesse's collarbone. Jesse let his hands slide up Tim's chest, then across his shoulders and up the sides of his neck. He pulled the black beanie off of Tim's head, his fingertips tracing the spiderweb tattooed on his scalp as Tim's mouth moved down his chest slowly. His tongue vaguely followed the lines of Jesse's ribcage, then dipped into his bellybutton. Tim paused then and layed his shaved head against Jesse's chest, looking up at him.
Jesse looked down at him, smiling, and his breath coming a bit harder than before. Tim turned his head to kiss Jesse's palm as his fingers moved over his face, then crawled back up his body to mesh their lips together again. Jesse wrapped his arms around Tim's lower back, holding him firmly against him. Matching moans mingled between their mouths as Tim crushed his hips against Jesse's.
"I missed this," Tim said breathlessly as they broke away from each other.
"Me, too," Jesse told him. He gasped slightly as Tim ran his tongue along the outer edge of his ear. "Lint...I haven't... shit..."
Tim pulled away in order to let Jesse finish his sentence, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Jesse looked back up at him, taking a moment to regain his breath and organize his thoughts. Again, he ran his fingertips along the side of Tim's face with the lightest pressure possible.
"There hasn't been anyone since you," Jesse finally finished, nearly inaudible.
Tim looked surprised at first, then the look melted into guilt. Jesse shook his head, seeing the expression.
"I didn't say that to make you feel guilty," he told him. "I just...couldn't be with anyone else."
Tim gave a small nod, remembering how hard it had been for Jesse to be with him in the first place. He wasn't exactly a social person, much less so when it came to sexual endeavors. Tim nuzzled Jesse's neck affectionately and dropped a soft kiss onto his shoulder.
"Shouldn't have been anyone else for me, either," he told Jesse. "She was a cunt. I don't know what the hell I was thinking."
Jesse moved his hands to Tim's side and rolled him off of him, then moved on top of him. "Just don't think about it," he suggested, then started kissing Tim's neck.
"Sure, I've...done a lot of...not thinking...tonight," Tim agreed, his words broken as his breath came unevenly.
Jesse nibbled on Tim's earlobe for a moment. His mouth traveled a heated path down his neck to his chest and he ran his tongue in a slow circle around Tim's nipple. Tim ran his hands through Jesse's hair and down his bare back, his eyes closing. Jesse's mouth continued the trek downwards, sliding across Tim's tattooed flesh with almost forgotten ease. Tim moaned as Jesse's lips danced along the elastic band of his boxers, peeking out above his pants.
Jesse's tongue dipped below the elastic momentarily and Tim bucked his hips, whining minutely. Jesse sat up, perched across Tim's thighs, and eased his belt off then began working on the fly of his pants. Before he could pull them off, Tim grasped his shoulders and pulled Jesse back to him. He crushed their mouths together with a sense of desperation, his tongue gliding over Jesse's quickly. His hands moved rapidly to Jesse's own fly, unbuttoning and unzipping it quickly.
"Holy fuck," Tim gasped, breaking the kiss. Jesse had managed to get his pants halfway down his thighs and encircled Tim's cock with one warm hand. Tim attempted to roll on top of him again, but this time they ran out of bed and fell to the floor.
Jesse winced then looked up at Tim. "Okay?," he asked.
Tim gave an affirmative nod and dropped his head, kissing Jesse passionately again. As Jesse's hands replaced themselves on Tim's hips, Tim kicked his pants the rest of the way off, not bothering with his shoes for the time being. He drug Jesse's pants off of his legs, tossing them aside carelessly and still attacking the other man's mouth with his tongue. Jesse ran his hands down Tim's back and across his ass, pushing his body close to his own, and Tim pulled his mouth away to inhale sharply.
Tim moved down Jesse's body quickly, and wrapped his thin lips around Jesse's cock without hesitance. Jesse cried out wordlessly as Tim moved his mouth up and then back down. His tongue swirled along the length and his fingers roamed across Jesse's chest and stomach, then down to his thighs. As soon as Tim's mouth moved off of him, Jesse grasped one of Tim's shoulders and pushed him onto his back on the carpet.
Jesse moved on top of Tim, and Tim pulled his legs up around Jesse's back. It was a practiced, thoughtless motion, remembered from years past. Jesse pressed his wet dick against Tim's opening, tilting his head down to bite softly into Tim's shoulder and then suck. Tim hissed, pulling air through his clenched teeth as Jesse moved into him. Once he was fully inside Tim, Jesse moved his mouth away from Tim's shoulder to reclaim his lips.
As they kissed feverishly, Jesse moved inside of Tim slowly. He was careful since it was obvious that Tim hadn't done this in a while; not that Jesse himself had, but the passion he was feeling was a bit overpowering. Before long he was slamming into Tim with a full-forced rhythm of pulling back then pushing in. Tim didn't seem to mind, moaning and dropping explitives all over the place while scraping his short fingernails down Jesse's back.
"Oooh, fuck, Lint," Jesse moaned loudly. "You're so fucking...good..."
Tim tilted his head back, his eyes closing as Jesse's hand once again wrapped around his cock. He ran his thumb back and forth over the head then down the length of it. Tim pressed his hips up, pressing himself against Jesse's hand and consequently pushing Jesse futher into him. Jesse groaned loudly and pushed harder into Tim, his hand moving around Tim's erection faster as he felt the tension in the pit of his stomach tightening, threatening to release.
Tim arched his back as he came. "Jesse...oh, fuck," he cried out breathlessly. Jesse pressed into Tim's ass a final time before he came as well. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Tim's chest, panting and exhausted for the time being. They lay in a sweaty, sticky mass of tangled limbs for a few moments, regaining their breath.
"Jesse," Tim repeated, this time in a contented whisper.
Jesse lifted his head, propping it up on one elbow and looking down at Tim. He halfway smiled and ran his fingertips across Tim's chest. "Mmm...Lint," he murmured, then leaned down and pressed his lips against Tim's softly.
Tim entertwined his fingers with Jesse's, kissing him back slowly and savoring the taste of him. After a bit, Jesse pulled away and stood up, dragging Tim up with him by the hand. They moved to two feet or so to Jesse's bed before collapsing again. Tim paused to pull off his shoes and socks then crawled over to where Jesse was sprawled out and curled up against his side. Jesse pulled a blanket up from the foot of the bed, covering both of them and encircling Tim with his arms.
"I love you, Jesse," Tim whispered against his shoulder, sleepily but sincerely.
"I love you, too, Lint," came the quiet reply.
Tim smiled and squirmed closer to Jesse, thinking about how long it'd been since he heard those words. Earlier tonight he felt like he'd lost everything that was ever important to him, like his life was falling apart. When in reality he'd only lost one thing, he had still felt incredibly lost and hopeless. He wasn't too sure what the future might bring with Jesse, and he couldn't exactly say he was very pleased with his life as of that moment. But he couldn't help but look forward to where it might go.