MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

No Doubts P2

Warnings - jealousy, insecure, conventional male standards, alludes to smut

I was finally moving into Timothée's house. My heart was full, but unfortunately, Timothée was acting off. He'd never been macho, but today he kept rubbing his arms and carrying more boxes than he could handle.

I'd asked my friends Todd, Eric, and Henry over to help me move. Timothée's house was obviously huge, which made me glad because I had a lot of stuff.

Eric had offered his truck, and so we were loading everything in there. However, this was the fifth time I'd seen Timothée carrying three boxes when he could really only manage two. The top one said "fragile". I raced over, needing to save my stuff.

"Hey, Timmy, I know you're trying to be helpful, but please only carry two boxes. I'm worried you'll drop them."

"Stop worrying! I can handle it!" He snapped.

"Woah, baby," I said with a frown.

"What you don't think I'm strong enough?"

"Everyone has a limit, I don't want you wearing yourself out, I'd also kinda like you not to drop and break my stuff," I tried for a joke at the end but he wasn't smiling.

"Put those down and come with me," I demanded. He rolled his eyes but did what I asked. I shut us in the bathroom, which was now empty of my things.

"What's the matter? Why did you snap at me that way?"

"I'm sorry," he hung his head.

"I suppose I'm jealous. I didn't know you had so many guy friends, or that they were so muscly. I'm just a scrawny pretty boy, how do I hold a candle to them? I can't even help you move properly, what good am I."

"Oh Timmy," I said, wrapping my arms around him. "My sweet, sweet boy. I don't base my love on who can carry the most boxes. You're all I've ever wanted. I happen to love your body. The S word you should use to describe it is 'sexy' not 'scrawny'. You are so useful in so many ways. I'd rather have you than someone who could carry a hundred boxes at once. You mean more to me than anything. Like you told me the other night, never doubt, and if you do, talk to me."

"Thank you Mon Amor," he sighed.

"Need a quickie for reassurance?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. His face lit up.

"Isn't that a little selfish?"

"As you said, Eric, Todd, and Henry have muscly arms," I said, taking his arms and rubbing them lovingly, as I leaned in to kiss him. "They'll manage."