MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Fuck Buddies Roomate P2

Info - fuck buddy mention, falling asleep on someone, banter, tickling, suggestive jokes

We watched Jurassic park, the first one and suddenly I had goals with this night time apparition, who I'd never seen in the day. We were both to make lists of our 25 all time favorite movies and we'd work through them.

"Come ON!" He said as he looked at my paper.

"What!" I whined.

"No foreign films?"

"I was sheltered! You should be lucky it's not passion of the Christ," I said.

"There's so much Disney on here, you know they're corrupt as hell right?"

"I know, but they create an air of whimsy that I haven't found duplicated, please don't think I'm a bad person," I begged.

"A bad person?" He asked and turned to me. He smiled at me fondly

"Of course not," he said. "But I am judging you pretty hard core."

"It was so hard to make that list and now you judge," I huffed.

"Look, we have a limited time, I want to spend it the best way possible," he chuckled. Something about the way he talked made it seem like we were star crossed lovers. Like we couldn't be together. Did I even want to be together? He was more charming than Tyler, I'd give him that.

"Well I've hardly heard of any of yours, please tell me they aren't all in black and white and other languages," I begged.

"Well," he hesitated. "A couple are in French."

"Wait, you speak it?"

"I'm half French," he said proudly.

"Okay that's sexy as hell," I said without thinking. He blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be weird," I said hurriedly.

"No, no, thanks for the compliment," he smiled.

"Anyway, if it doesn't have subs you'll have to translate," I said, knocking him with my shoulder.

"Aw hell no, you might get too wet," he winked and it was my turn to blush.

"As if," I chuckled. "I've got all the Tyler I need."

The thing was if Timothée had initiated, I would've been on him in seconds. I would let him fuck me right here.

"I've been meaning to ask, how's that going?" He said, genuinely asking.

"What do you mean?" I asked uncomfortably.

"He invites you over a lot more than he has any other girl, especially when you're supposed to be a hookup," he chuckled. "Trust me, I know the guy."

"I don't know, I follow his lead," I said.

"Well, do you want more with him?" He asked me.

"Let's just watch the movie," I said, feeling embarrassed for the small crush I'd developed on Timothée.

"Oh, Um sorry, yeah," he agreed and turned on the film. I was sorely tempted to watch him more than the boring movie he'd chosen. We were supposed to face one another and give a summary and our opinion after, but I felt myself lifting my head groggily. I'd been laying in Timothée's arms. He was awake.

"Hey sleepy head," he yawned. I checked the clock, it was well past the movies ending time.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked in alarm.

"Well, uh, to be honest, you're really cute when you sleep," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked shy and I wanted to kiss him so bad.

"We were supposed to share thoughts though and we missed that," he said.

"I think this," I said gesturing to how I was laying on him. "Is the only thought I need to share."

"Hey you!" He said and switched us so he was on top of me. He began to tickle me wildly. I was giggling and begging him to stop.

"Timmy stop," I said the nickname is been using in my head, out loud.

"No, you deserve this, that was a classic," he chuckled.

"Stop, I'll do anything," I said as I wriggled.

"Anything?" He asked as he stopped. We looked into one another's eyes for a time. Neither of us spoke. I wanted to make a move, but then he did. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair, effectively making me feel like a sister.

"Thanks for watching though," he chuckled, and now I was very confused.