A Home For Timmy (boyxboy)

Chapter 11: Communication and a bowl of melted icecream

Chapter 11

It was midnight by the time we stepped through the front door of our own home. In Jason's arms Timmy was unaware of the world as he slept with his fingers in his mouth. I locked the door behind us as he took him upstairs to bed, before making my way to the laundry room where I emptied Timmy's bag of all our wet swim trunks into the machine where the sheets from earlier sat clean and damp.

Leaning against the machine as it whirred and vibrated, the events of the day came back to me and I couldn't help but smile. It had been one of those rare days of absolute relaxation and pure excitement. I'd laughed more in this one day that I had in months and the ever-present smile n Jason's face throughout the day had made everything about the trip feel ten times better and ten times brighter.

Then of course there was Timmy who had been the busybody we'd all been tasked to keep an eye on. He'd played with the two puppies until they'd grown tired of him and hid, then he'd marked up Kyle's yacht with his wax crayons and had robbed bits and pieces of food from everyone's breakfast, lunch and dinner plates. In the open sea, he'd been as comfortable as a fish, as had Jason who, to my surprise was an excellent swimmer.

Good company, good food and a good day. I couldn't have asked for more. I'd forgotten how much fun it had been to just sit and chat with my closest friends, reminiscing about old times and talking about the future. Even now, the thought of my impending return to work filled me with a heady sense of thrill. Soon everything would be back to the way it was; well everything with a few major changes; my hopefully soon-to-be permanent houseguests. What more could I ask for?

"How come you're doing laundry so late?"

I glanced up at the sound of Jason's voice and saw him leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room, watching me with that shy expression I'd long ago grown accustomed to.

"No time like the present right?"

He shrugged. "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm wide awake actually. Timmy nice and tucked in?"

He nodded, then bit his lip briefly before stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I'm not really tired either really."

I only raised a brow in question. Knowing that he was hedging. I now knew him well enough to know when he was beating around the bush, most likely wanting to ask me something, but hoping I'd magically pick his brain and offer an answer.

I folded my arms before me and waited and as a staring contest ensued between us, he finally blushed and looked away. I watched as he ran his finger over the wooden frame; as though there was suddenly something about the wood that fascinated him.

Still I said nothing. He needed to learn to ask for what he wanted and to lose the shyness when he was in my presence. After all I didn't bite. Not really.

"Do you want to maybe watch a movie maybe?" he asked finally. "...since you're not tired like you said. Or if you're gonna go do work, that's cool, we could maybe watch some other day...or night or whatever..."

He was rambling and it was adorable and when he caught my smile he blushed red.

"I could do with a movie. What'd you have in mind?"

I wondered briefly why he seemed so surprised by my words. His expression was one of such surprise that I wondered if he'd expected me to say no even as he asked.

"Ah...ahmm.. we could watch that movie I got...remember the one you said you wanted to watch?"

I nodded. "Sounds good."