Hello Daddy... (CHARMIE)

Ch11

He'd expected Armie to choose something fancy, honestly, a restaurant where someone like Armand Hammer could just snap his fingers and pick any table he desired with the snooty maitre d's scurrying to obey his every wish.

He hadn't been out to a restaurant in over three years -not counting the times he and Saoirse would go out to the cheap Chinese takeout place around the corner from his old apartment. Heck, the most luxurious thing he could remember doing in three years, was scraping together some leftover cash to buy a cheeseburger from a 24hour McDonald's.

"Where are we going?" he questioned, tucking his hands in his pockets, walking alongside Armie.

"Well, that's going to ruin the surprise, isn't it?" he questioned, and Timmy rolled his eyes, bumping Armie's shoulder with his own, making Armie laugh as he slung one arm over Timmy, holding him close as they continued to laugh at each other.

He suddenly ducked his head when a pedestrian's eyes caught them, lingered on the hold, and he turned his face a little into Armie's neck, overwhelmed by the fact that people were looking at them.

Armie, noticing Timmy's sudden change in moods, tugged them off the middle of the sidewalk under a building's overhang, turning Timmy to him, cupping his face in one hand and studying him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Timmy smiled a little, tipped his head into the hand, and shrugged. Armie studied him for a moment and then seemed to decide something, tapping his fingers gently against Timmy's cheek.

"I'm going to need you to use your words, baby." Timmy sighed, reaching out to grip the lapels of Armie's coat, sliding the wool between his fingers, the coarseness of the fabric helping him stay grounded. Armie was silent, watching him attentively, waiting for him to answer, and he finally found the words he was trying to say.

"Yes," he started, stepping a little closer into Armie's space, sliding his hand down the lapel to rest on Armie's waist. "I'm okay, it's just, I feel like people are giving me looks. And I just got..." he paused, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and trying to find the word he wanted.

"Overwhelmed?" Armie said softly, and Timmy nodded, Armie's thumb brushing soothingly over his cheekbone.

"Yes, overwhelmed. I always feel like I'm being judged in public, so I overthink everything I do, sorry if it's annoying but I just feel eyes on me constantly-and not in a way were I feel like they should be looking at me, but more like people are just waiting to watch me trip over my own feet and laugh as I fall or something, I just-" he was aware he was babbling, clinging to Armie's coat tighter the more anxious he got, but Armie just shifted, bringing both hands up to cup Timmy's jaw, and, lowering his head, stopping him mid-sentence by kissing him.

It was innocent, really, all things considered, the soft press of Armie's mouth against his, lips chilled from the cold, fingers tight on his jaw grounding him. And when Timmy gasped a little at the contact, Armie shifted, tipped his head and caught Timmy's lower lip gently between his teeth, just the barest hint of pressure, and Timmy heard himself whimper against the jolt of arousal pooling in his stomach, feeling himself sway into Armie, head tilting up to take whatever he wanted to give.

Armie pulled back, laughing a little, resting his forehead on Timmy's, fingers firm and grounding against his skin, and Timmy forgot about the people behind them, the world around them. He was too focused on Armie holding onto him, keeping him still, keeping him safe.

"Better now?" Armie asked after a moment, and Timmy huffed out a laugh, dropping his head to nuzzle at Armie's jaw.

"In some ways, yes," he said, and Armie dropped his hands from Timmy's face, ran them soothingly down his back and back up, one hand resting on the back of his neck.