MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Cocksleeve P2

Warnings - talking about sex, guilt

I woke up very sore, but I still believed it was all worth it. I groaned as I sat up. I noticed Timothée was nowhere to be found. I felt my lip quiver. The overstimulation from yesterday, paired with the soreness of my body had tears coursing down my cheeks. I let out a small sob.

I heard pounding footsteps. In moments, Timothée was skittering into the room, his socks nearly making him trip. I looked at him through tear blurred eyes.

"Bunny, what's the matter, are you hurt?" He was cupping my face, eyes searching me hurriedly.

"I didn't know where you were," I said pathetically.

"I'm right here," he said, kissing my forehead. "I was just making you breakfast."

"Oh, yummy," I said, making to get up.

"Ah, ah, ah," he said. "You're not going anywhere, I'm going to bring it to you."

A few moments later he came in carrying a delicious-looking breakfast. He placed the tray that held it on the bedside table. He got in the bed and helped me move so I was leaning back against him. He brought the tray onto my lap. He kissed my head while I ate.

"Your skin is so soft," he said, lovingly trailing his long fingers up and down my arms.

"So is yours," I hummed, he'd made blueberry pancakes that tasted sinfully good.

"Does it taste good Mon Amor?" He asked.

"So good."

"Thank goodness, I spent like an hour studying recipes."

"Baby, you didn't have to do that," I told him.

"I wanted to," he said, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. When I'd finished, he moved me carefully. Soon he was lifting me bridal style off the bed and placed me on the chair by my vanity.

I grimaced at my reflection. My hair was a greasy mess from sweating so much the day before. I probably smelled awful as well.

I watched Timmy as he stripped the bed, and threw the old sheets and blankets in the wash.

"I went out and bought new sheets," he said excitedly. "They're microfiber, and lavender, your favorite color. It even says they're good for hair and skin. Plus they are scent infused!"

"Tim, how long have you been up?" I chuckled.

"Since five," he shrugged.

"Five, baby, what the Hell?"

"Had things to do, sleeping is for the thoroughly fucked," he said, winking at me.

Once the bed was made he was once again carrying me bridal style and ignoring my protests. He gently placed me in the bathtub. The water smelled of eucalyptus and was wonderfully warm.

"The store also had these," he said, holding up a bag of bath salts. "It says they're good for aches and pains, so I thought I'd get some."

Soon, he was gently combing through my wild hair. He was careful that when wetting it, he didn't get any in my eyes. He lathered my hair with some very expensive shampoo he'd got me. I had to wonder what all the spoiling was for. While he did this, he pretended to be my radio. I giggled as I made a game of switching stations right as he got to an important note of a song and he had to scramble for a new one. I loved his voice.

"All done," he said when my hair had been completed. I was glad for the hot bath to warm me from my now dripping hair.

"You are so pretty," he said as he helped me with my bathrobe.

"You have the loveliest eyes in the whole world," he said, kissing my nose.

"You're sweet," I chuckled.

"Can you walk my love?" He asked me.

"I've been telling you all day I can," I said with an eye roll. The aches weren't so bad anymore. He brought me downstairs to sit on a chair in front of the tv. He pulled down my robe and began to massage my neck and back.

"You're my everything, you know that?" He asked. "You're such a good girlfriend, and not only that you're a good person. I don't know anyone kinder, more creative, or as smart as you."

"Thank you, Timmy," I sighed, feeling blissful at the feeling of his hands on my back. He kissed my shoulder.

"Baby, you do know I love you right?" Timothée asked.

"You've only been going on about it all day," I giggled.

"Okay, good," he said. "Because-"

I turned around. His eyes took in my body once before giving his full attention to me.

"What is all this about?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, avoiding my gaze.

"The spoiling Tim. Breakfast in bed isn't that unusual, but then the bath, all the gifts, this massage, how you keep complimenting me? Is there something wrong?"

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

"I just, sometimes," he tried, his hands shook. I took them, to encourage him.

"I love the sex we have, and yesterday was just like fuuuck, you know. But, sometimes, when I wake up the next morning I get so nervous. I think about all the things I said to you and I feel almost guilty. You aren't just a cock sleeve, or a cock warmer, or anything I said. Your purpose isn't just to be fucked by me. You have so many wonderful qualities and you have so much going for you, and I really said 'all you're good for is to be fucked and filled.' Like you were a damn object, but you aren't."

"Timothée," I said gently, kissing his hands. "You're heart is too big for your own good."

"I just worry, and I want to make it up to you."

"You don't have to do that baby. I like having sex like that and you talking that way. That turns me on too, I know you don't feel that way in real life. Don't you hear the way I respond in the moment? I always agree."

"I guess, I just want you to know that's all for sex only, that doesn't reflect on how I truly feel at all," he said, kneeling in front of me.

"Timmy," I said, putting my arms around his neck. "You are such a lovely boy I can barely stand it."

He nuzzled his nose against mine, and then kissed me. I sighed happily into the kiss.

"What do you wanna do next Princess?" He asked, rubbing my sides gently.

"I said you DIDN'T need to spoil me," I reminded him.

"Come on," he begged. "Just for a day, please?"

"Oh all right," I rolled my eyes, and he beamed.