Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

My Best Friend's Father (P4)

Warnings - age gap, showering together, secret relationship

"You are in love with me," I gasped.

"Yeah, yeah I am," he said dismally, hanging his head. "I'm so disgusting. I can't believe I've done this."

"You're not gross. Timmy, we had an instant spark before we knew who each other were," I explained.

"That's true," he agreed.

"I love you too, by the way," I murmured.

"You do?" He asked.

"I think I have for a while. You've always been so kind to me," I shrugged. "I've been fighting it for a while."

"I have an idea," he said, kissing me on each cheek.

"Hmm?" I asked and I got the shampoo to do his hair for him. He was smiling at me fondly, as I worked suds into his hair.

"You're sweet," he smiled, nose crinkling. "We need to go on a vacation where no one knows us, and try us out."

"That's an amazing idea," I smiled, as I moved him so his hair would be cleaned.

"Yeah, let's see how we are not in private," he smiled.

We did as we planned asap. Timothée paid for Monica and Jenna to go away. Then the two of us were going to a couple states away. He said we should drive, so we were forced to be together.

"No way, you're lying," I said in awe.

"I swear, favorite movie," he beamed.

"I can't believe it, people barely know the movie LOL," I smiled. We had the same favorite movie.

"Yeah, it just has a homey feeling," he shrugged.

Later we were performing karaoke for one another. I fed him food as he drove. We laughed and he told me stories, and I told him some as well. We didn't feel the age gap, we were interested in so many of the same things. I shared some of my poetry and found he was able to recite long bits of Shakespeare.

"You're hot, how are you not off the market?" I asked.

"What are you on about silly girl," he asked.

"You speak French, you're aging extremely gracefully, you like to watch movies and the arts, you're kind, you're funny, you can sing, great body, selfless lover, good dad, shall I go on?" I listed.

"You're too sweet to me," he chuckled. "You're hot too, why are you hanging out with an old guy like me?"

"You're not even forty," I rolled my eyes.

"Still," he said.

"I haven't serious dated anyone in three years, since I met you," I said plainly.

"Really?" He asked in shock.

"I don't think I did it purposefully, when I really thought about it, it didn't seem worth it. If I thought about what I wanted, you popped up, so there wasn't much of a point," I shrugged.

Finally, we got to the quaint motel in the picturesque town. We fell onto the bed together.

"What do you want to do first, my week long boyfriend," I asked.

"Nap," he sighed and then yawned.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Let me phrase it more romantically," he chuckled.

"I want to sleep with the girl I love in my arms," he smiled.

"Oh, I like that," I chuckled. He pulled me to him, and we snuggled under the covers.

"Love you," he yawned, and kissed my nose before dosing off.