23 The Exquisite Distraction

Darren ruffled his hair and groaned. There has been no update from either Lily or Lee. He's been checking his phone nonstop but there was no update. He tried calling but none of them answered.

He's stressed and worrisome.

Why is it so hard to find one man? Just one man! And why can't he have the luck he needs?

Oh my god. This whole thing is a mess-

"Cutie?"

Tim knocked on the bedroom door, "Are you asleep?

Darren sighed and contemplated whether to die of pressure or open the door and find out what Tim needs.

The latter won. Mainly because Tim is in it so he stood up and opened the door.

"What do you need?" he raised an eyebrow.

Tim smiled cheekily, "Come downstairs"

Darren looked at him doubtfully. What is his agenda? It's already 9 in the evening and he should be having his beauty rest already. But oh well, considering that a lot of things' happening inside his mind right now, it's probably better to call it a pity rest.

"I fucking know that kind of look cutie. Come on. Come downstairs" he added with finality and walked away.

Darren blinked and alternated looking at Tim's retreating back and his bed. His bed is enticing. He loves to lay in it while he'll think of consequences of his picky attitude but what Tim's agenda is making him curious.

Hmm, might as well look what kind of stupidity he has to offer.

Darren grabbed one of his robes and followed him downstairs.

Which was probably a mistake or a blessing. Depends on how you look at it because oh wow, Tim just lifted off his shirt casually, grabbed his bag and rummaged through it.

Darren bit his lip. His back is facing him and he held his breath. That tattoo. Oh my god. It's doing things inside him. That tattoo's hot and so cool. It defined his back muscles and it flexes while he's going through the contents of his bags.

Is this why he called for him downstairs? For this magnificent show? Thank intelligence for following him.

He gaped. He should've brought his phone down and take a pic-

"Done checking me out?" Tim was smirking playfully and Darren frowned quickly. This feeler.

"I was not!" he gulped and looked away. Of course, lies. But there's no need in admitting. This is so awkward. Why was he gaping!?

Tim chuckled and stood up properly. He turned his body and smiled, "Sit down. We're watching a movie"

Darren looked back, confused. Huh?

"What?"

"We're having a movie night, cutie. Settle down."

Darren found himself following wordlessly. What's going on? Movie night? Why are they suddenly having a movie night? Is this to bribe Darren to show the mole on his buttcheek?

Oh my god! It is! It is!

Frantically, he scowled at Tim. "I am not showing the mole on my buttcheek, you perverted idiot!"

Tim turned at him blinking and then laughed heartily. Darren watched, mind flying off to somewhere.

Is this the man who's going to take him out on a date? Oh right, he still hasn't finalized the details of the plan. He's gonna need to finish-

"Damn cutie! Of course the mole will be shown in due time." he chuckled and motioned to his body.

"So, do you want me with top on or off?" he wriggled his eyebrows flirtily and Darren sneered.

He nearly answered off because it's kind of comforting when you have such exquisite art in front of you. But again, there's no need to admit that.

"Why are we doing this, by the way?" he changed the topic. Movie night is not how he expected he'll spend the night. He actually expected he'll continue his panic and thoughts.

He didn't expect to have been blessed with fine display of upper body.

"I noticed how fucking quiet you were at dinner. So, we're relaxing. Alright, sit back." Tim push the play button and sat back down, shirtless.

Shirtless! How can he possibly watch whatever movie Tim picked when's got a full-course meal beside him? This is a torture.

Darren crossed his arms and tried to focus. Tried his hardest to focus but how could he?! All of Tim is a distraction! It's a destruction! It's a torment!

Especially when Tim decided it's the right time to rest his head on his shoulder!

Go away desire. Go away.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Halfway into this nonsense romantic movie, Darren continued to frown and breathe heavily.

The skin to skin is bothering Darren and Tim's biceps is touching his arm and it's all so hard. He should think of something else.

What else?

His abs.

His well-defined abs and that v-line peaking out. . . Darren, could you stop that!?

Oh my god. He should touch those thighs. Those strong thighs.

Darren swore to himself and promised to smack himself later.

"I can fucking hear your thoughts from here, cutie"

Ah that's it!

Darren pulled back and pushed Tim away from him!

He raised his index finger to point at him, "You! You are nothing but a-

Darren blinked when he found his eyes trailing down! Yes! Trailing down!

Those rose tattoos and those abs and that godly v-line. Why was clothes invented in the first place? Why?! Shame he'll probably have to subscribe to premium to see the whole thing.

"You were saying?" Darren heard all kinds of taunting on Tim's tone and he was smirking.

This idiot is smirking.

It was actually dazzling. What? No! Focus Darren! Focus!

"Cutie? My eyes are up here" there was a chuckle but Darren was far too distracted now.

Far too distracted.

His index finger pointed downwards, "Why is there a huge bulge?" he asked absentmindedly.

Tim cackled and wheezed. He stared at Darren amusedly.

Darren looked back up and shook his head. What was that?! This ain't good.

He hastily grabbed one pillow and smacked Tim with it.

"You are so stupid! Shameless! Utter idiot! You are a tease and a complete pervert!" he continued to smack the pillow at him with such force.

"Hey! Cutie, stop it! You were the one eye fucking me!" Tim laughed and blocked his attempts easily.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You are an idiot!"

In an unforeseen moment, Tim grabbed both of his hands and he stilled.

His grip was a little tight but not constraining. He can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest and there was a little angels' voices roaring in the back of his mind and he was quite sure the universe held its breath which should be reserved for the date!

The date! Why is he hearing angels' voices?! And why is the universe holding its breath?!

Now, he has to replan the whole thing!

"You don't have to gape. You can touch it if you like" there was a wink. He wasn't sure because all his attention was under Tim's flirty statement.

He smiled in his mind.

Oh yes, the privilege is his. However, he displayed otherwise outside.

Faking disgust, he spoke, "You wish!"