Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Snarky French Boy (P8)

Warnings - distracting, mentions of sex,

Byron had come over a few more times. Every time, Timothée had angrily, fucked me senseless. I hated to admit that his was the best sex I'd ever had. I wished I could even lord Byron over him, but the second he paid me any attention, I was jelly.

This was why I had locked my bedroom door. He was taking up so much of my time that I needed to catch up on school work.

As I had suspected, after about thirty minutes, a knock came to my door. The handle was jiggled about furiously. I sighed.

"I'm doing school work," I called out. I heard a frustrated noise on the other side of the door. I smirked to myself. However, that's when I heard long strides. Fuck, the bathroom door.

I got up as fast as I could, and got to the door just as he pushed it open.

"Go away," I said, struggling with the heavy door.

"Nah," he grinned. "You don't want me to do that."

"I don't have time to suck your cock, or get eaten out, and since that's all you ever want me for, you need to go," I snapped.

"As if you're behind, all you do is draw," he laughed.

"Yes, but they're mostly of you, and my teacher said I can't submit anymore like that," I said in a huff. He froze at my words. He seemed to soften a bit, though he still looked surprised at my admission.

"What if I promise to behave," he said.

"Yeah right," I scoffed.

"Come on, give me a chance," he said eagerly.

"Oh fine," I said, letting the door go, I wasn't strong enough to push him out anyway. My only hope would have been calling his parents. That would make for an awkward situation.

He sat on my bed and I sat at my desk. I was putting the finishing touches on the landscape I was doing. I heard footsteps and blew out an annoyed breath. Soon, warm breath ghosted my neck.

"This isn't behaving," I said.

"I'm just looking at what you're doing, I'm not even touching you," he defended himself.

Next, warm, yet chapped lips began to kiss along my neck. The lips sucked my flesh into their mouth, and suckled.

"That's not behaving either," I struggled to say.

"Just getting a closer look," he mumbled against my skin.

"Timothée," I whined, but it sounded more needy than angry, and I internally cursed myself.

Now, a hand snuck up my shirt. The nimble fingers dipped into my bra to roll a nipple delicately.

"That's definitely not behaving," I said through gritted teeth, holding back my moan with all my strength.

"I'm just congratulating the artist on a job well done," he explained. Suddenly, I was swooped up out of the chair.

"Timothée!" I snapped as we fell on the bed in a heap. I tried to get away, but he held me to his chest tightly.

"Just cuddle a few minutes," he said, kissing my forehead. I froze, cuddling and forehead kissed were not his usual form of affection.

"I, Um, okay," I said, and relaxed in his arms. He relaxed as well, now confident id stay. He gently pushed the hair away from my face and gave me a genuine smile. He dipped down to kiss my nose. I was in shock, was this the same boy as a day ago?

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Spending time with you," he said simply.

"Why, what do you want, this is really out of character," I said.

"Yeah, this has never really happened to me before," he said with an unsure laugh.

"What hasn't?" I asked. He looked at me for a long time in silence. Then he moved forward and kissed me. The kiss wasn't needy and fast, it was long and romantic, and it had my heart beating wildly, he placed his hand on my chest. I could tell it wasn't to feel my breast, but just to be intimate.

"Why can't I stop thinking about you?" He mumbled into my lips.