Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Twin (Part 8)

Info - flirting, fight, cocky Timmy, cheating, daring to fuck hard, desiring rough sex, stuck in a classroom

Over the next week I didn't know what to think. Timothée had gone back to the cocky, flirty personality he'd put on before. The only issue now was I thought it was hot. It riled Luke up and I pretended I was pissed too.

"Hey sexy," the hot breath in my ear made me squirm.

"Timothée," I snapped.

"No it's Luke," he said and I turned to see it was. I felt so humiliated I could barely look at him.

"Has that fucker been talking to you again?" He asked.

"No," I lied.

"You'll even lie for him. Fuck, y/n, I can't keep doing this!" He snapped.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"You know what. This whole song and dance is ridiculous. You clearly like him better than me," he snapped.

"I never said that," I countered.

"You don't need to, I can tell," he spat.

"Ohhhhhhh, just like you don't need to say I love you, I just need to feel it."

"Yeah because me not being ready to say that word yet, and you eye fucking my brother the whole day are the same thing," he snarled. He began to stalk away.

"Luke, what does that mean.... For us," I called after him.

"Go find Timothée and ask him because I sure as hell don't know!" He snapped.

I ran down the hall. I had to find a place to hide. I was crying as I opened the empty classroom door and fell to the floor to sob.

"Hey, hey!" I heard a voice. How did he always fine me? I was sure it was Timothée this time. He shut the door and was holding me and I was letting him until. BOOM! Something crashed down outside the door. Timothée was over top of me as if he'd save me from whatever it was.

"What the hell?" I asked, tears forgotten for the moment. I stood up with him and looked out to see debris and plaster everywhere. There was no way to open the door.

"Are there students in there?" Called a teacher.

"Yes," I called back.

"Oh dear, we'll hang tight! We're getting someone to do something!"

"Hang tight, how long do you think that will be?" I asked him.

I swatted his hands away again. We'd been in here for what felt like forever and there was still no progress on us getting out. We were playing a game of exhaust y/n apparently, because that is what Timothée was doing.

"Do you have the best rack in the world?" He smirked

"Go fish," I snapped.

"Naw, you got it right there," he said and reached out to grab one of my tits. I blocked him just in time. Truth be told I was insanely turned on and my Will was waning. It was especially hard when the boner in his pants was so damn evident.

"What even caused that?" I spat and pointed at the bulge as though it were a gun or a disgusting thing and not something I wanted to suck and ride and milk.

"You," he said.

"Be for fucking real, all I've done is push you away," I said with an eye roll.

"No, I'm serious," he said leaning towards me on the old dusty couch they probably put in here as storage.

"You were stretching and your top came up," he was crawling towards me. I needed a bubble of space or I'd crack.

"And then you went backward and your boobs pressed out and you nearly popped a button on your shirt," he said and his breath was on my neck, his stiffness pressed against my thigh.

"You really want to fuck me that bad?" I turned to him and spat.

"I've been leaking precum for nearly an hour now," he murmured. Fuck it. I pulled him to me and kissed him wildly. He seemed surprised but enthusiastic. I ground my crotch against his and he let out a needy moan I was surprised I liked so much.

"Yes," he hissed into my mouth as my hands went under his shirt. He was kissing me with everything he had.

"You wanna fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am," he said meekly.

"None of that then. You make it hard and you make it rough. Make it good, good enough that I won't have a hard time explaining to my boyfriend why I let his brother fuck me," I demanded. He flipped his switch from regular Timmy who I knew just wanted to love me, and have soft caring sex, to Timothée, who needed to prove I could and should pick him.

"Very well," he said.