Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

His Secret Job (P3)

Info - Timothée has a secret job, playful banter, wishing to do sexual things with someone, deciding to follow someone, mention of losing weight and dieting

"He's doing it on purpose, I know that he is," Ife whispered to me. Timothée was walking around in no shirt, and low hanging grey sweatpants.

"Why isn't he getting ready for work?" She asked.

"He works nights, I asked," I said.

"Then why is he up right now! I can't go to work this wet," she growled.

"I can fucking see his happy trail, I've never wanted to suck someone dick so bad in my life," I moaned.

"Hey," Timothée was smiling down at me. I was quivering, I was at just the right spot to yank his pants down and give him the best sloppy toppy he'd ever get.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound normal.

"Noticed you didn't have breakfast, so I made you some cereal, the box had your name on it so I assumed you'd like it," he said with a lopsided grin. He was hot AND sweet, fuck this was difficult.

"I-I'm on a diet," I smiled.

"Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"Trying to go down a size," I admitted.

"Pffft, don't be dramatic, you look great, if you're going to skip any meal, breakfast is the worse one, you'll be messed up all day. Come on, eat the cereal," he said, putting it in front of me.

"You're one to talk Mr. skinny," I said and dared to be flirtatious enough to reach a hand out and place my palm on his torso.

"Yeah, but I eat anything I want and stay this way, I don't have unhealthy habits that make me look this way," he winked and I was nearly dying.

"Come on, eat it, for me," he pouted.

"And who are you to me?" I asked, loving the playful banter. He thought for a moment before his eyes lit up.

"Your favorite roommate," he said with a chuckle.

"Hey," Ife smacked his arm, but Timothée looked at her like he'd forgotten she was there. "That's my place thank you!"

"Alright, I'll eat it," I relented. "Thanks Timothée."

We talked more over breakfast. He was interesting and funny, and a little dorky and absolutely adorable along with being drop dead sexy. It seemed he could do it all.

All I thought about at work was how pretty he was. I barely got anything done. When I got home, Ife and I cooked some dinner and Timothée ate with us. We decided to start a tv show the three of us. I voted we start Derry Girls because I'd heard good things. I swooned when Timothée decided to sit next to me on the couch and Ife glared at me playfully. Then at 8, Timothée jumped up.

"Well, off to work," he said. I tried to think what he could be with what he was wearing. It wasn't business casual at all, and it wasn't a uniform. He was in plain day clothes. What did he do?

"He leaves at the same time every night," I whispered to Ife. It was a couple weeks later and I was rabidly curious about what Timothée did, especially since he'd been flirting with me a lot.

"Well yeah duh, that's how a job works," she said, eating a piece of pop corn.

"But he comes home at different times and he wears no sort of uniform or business like attire," I explained.

"Maybe he's taking night courses?" She suggested.

"No, because he always pays his part of the rent in full, he's never had an issue yet. You don't get paid to take night courses," I said.

"You're thinking way too much into this, If you want my personal opinion," she said.

"I didn't ask for your personal opinion," I said, tossing popcorn at her.

"What are you going to do? I mean you could ask."

"Last time I did he got really fidgety, but it's only about that question."

"Maybe he works for the FBI or something," she chuckled.

"Be serious," I snapped.

"No you be serious, why do you need to know?"

"I just do, I'm going to follow him tomorrow," I said resolutely.

"If he thinks you're a weirdo stalker and wants to move out, you're paying his share."