addicted to his DNA (BL3 Timothy x Jack)

fragment 3

Slowly Timothy started to hyperventilate, fear has struck him now and his half jack soberness was not helping him- the fuck? Pretty boy... that little guy who acted like he ran the casino for awhile got into Jack's tower? Timothy's teeth ground together slightly as he sighed and looked at the few cams he had managed to get ahold of watching- and now he watched as the dude ran his mouth, and he did that until he finally addressed Timothy.
"So... I know there is a Jack douplganger down under that horse statue- yeah, you." He looked into the camera, and timothy sighed with relief to know pretty boy got the wrong area. "Let's uh; make a deal of you will.. you get here, to me, now and you work for me with your handsome face and hand, or; I send all the people in this God Sam casino after ya." Timothy helped his sides and looked down, sorta holding himself to his place, "you got 6 hours, 'kiddo,' "he mocked a Jack voice before logging off.
He shouldn't make a deal with some dude who stole the casino, he's practically spitting on Jack's grave. Timothy sat down and leaned himself over the table tired, his head turned and gazing at the health kiosk. He couldn't stop watching if, as if some sort of sign would tell him it's fine to use the other half, Fuck did he feel like he needed to. He was almost out tho..

-you'll be me-

Jack walked behind the couch Timothy was sitting on, leaning over the back of it so his arms layer on Timothy's chest, "so... a-about the supliment?" Timothy was still nervous at this point, he'd been working for jack for a 2 months now and he'd still only talked to him in person three times, and by in person, he meant being told pre recorded messages that were vaguely addressed to, "all his dopples."
   After the question was asked, jack calmly made his way around the couch. Now Jack was standing before Timothy, and truthfully Tim felt threatened. He'd seen jack a million times now, weather it be in a mirror or as a statue, and when they spoke last time Jack was sitting to his back to him, but right now Jack stood in front of him, and Jack's complete focus was on him. He saw Jack smirk, assuming because he was nervous, and jack leaned a bit to show how much he really towered over the other.
Timothy looked up a bit, trying to face his eyes but instead looking to his neck, not making eye contact. "How about you ask my face, huh pumpkin?" Jack raised a brow and stood up straight, all to look down on Timothy more.
Timothy's hands shook and he looked up fully to him, swallowing before speaking, "can you please tell... tell me about the um... supliment, sir?" Timothy could barely hold eye contact before his head flew to looking at the floor, and mid way to fully looking down Timothy had seen Jack's smirking expression contort to confusion, "I'm sorry I.. I can't I just.."
A sigh left Jack's mouth as he had now covered Timothy's mouth with his hand. He felt Timothy tremble and saw it to, so he set down his glass and lead Timothy away with both arms, shaking his head before having him sit down again, "sit here, and I'll sit down across from you, alright Kitten?"
That was the first time that nickname was used on him and it fogged his mind and brought pink splotches to his cheeks as he sat down. He watched as Handsome Jack sat across from him and he shot his sight down again and tried to keep himself stable.
Jack frowned a bit, confused about how Timothy acted. He was used to people just calming down and getting flirty or flustered or something.. not freaked out. Slowly he leaned over and pulled Timothy's head up to look at him.
"How about we practice for a minute-" a ding went through the speaker and he watched Timothy's eyes hit the door, "they can wait." Jack smiled and looked at Timothy's eyes, "Alright, now eye contact... I won't say anything, just look at me." Timothy slowly looked straight at him and he awkwardly adjusted his gaze to making eye contact.
As this happened Jack's hand loosened on his jaw and his other hand held Timothy's wrist, not hard, just a gentle grasp.
"Good job, swee-" he stopped ad Timothy got red again; "I'll stop, I'll stop. Just ask me what your question was and look me in the eyes, ok?" He watched Timothy closely.
He breathed slowly before speaking to jack, "What was the details having to do with the supliment, sir?" Jack jumped up and had a short victory.
"Yes! You're getting there." He sighed and sat back down, "we'll get you there. And as for the supliment... the supliment contains my DNA and will get dopplegangers even closer to being exactly a clone-like copy of me." Timothy looked down a bit but jack snapped and his attention went back to his eyes.
Timothy starred for a second before figuring what to say, "you.. do you think that would work? I mean, I can barely talk with you, how could I pass as being... you?" Timothy frowned slightly and he began to look away again.
Jack smiled, hearing the door buzzer again, "well not at your height you won't, you stand at 5'9 compared to my 6'2, 5 inches can ba pretty clear difference." Jack joke with Timothy and actually saw him Crack a smile, "see, your getting comfortable with me already, kitten, so I have the guy who makes the supliments coming in now to start the process, if you want you can stay in here. "
Timothy slowly gave a nod and spoke, "sure.. sounds good." Jack smiled and patted his shoulder before opening the door to the man in a long coat.