Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The One (Finished)

Warnings - love making, unprotected sex, ambiguous ending, vigilante fighting, upsetting the world, rioting, fighting, raiding

"The last moment of peace," Timothée said quietly in my ear as we woke up. I nodded, feeling emotional even though it was the right thing to do.

"I wish we didn't have to," I said sadly.

"I know, but I love how valiant you are. You have fought to find the truth this whole time. You're amazing," he said, and kissed my forehead.

"Let's make love one more time while it's still peaceful," I begged.

"Of course, how do you want me?" He asked.

"Just, I don't know, I don't care, just love me. Follow your heart," I said, and he nodded.

"Just a moment," he said. "I want it to be perfect." He got up and went to get something. He set up some candles and lit them. He left again and when he came back he was throwing rose petals at me. I laughed as he crawled back onto the bed. We were both naked already. He helped me up so we were both on our knees on the bed. He entered me slowly, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I liked this new position, it was so intimate. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug as he began to thrust.

"Timothée," his name ghosted through my lips. He looked desperate as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. I held his face as he kissed me. Our mouths moved together perfectly. His hands moved to lovingly massage my breasts.

"Your body is so throughly pleasing. Every part of you lights it's own separate fire in me."

"Timothée, I've never felt as alive as I have with you. I just adore you, and all the small things that make you, you. You're the reason I believe in love."

"Fuck, I can't believe I get you," he said with tears in his eyes. We were kissing again. His cock was so hard and reached so deep inside me. I couldn't help but moan in to his mouth as he grabbed my ass. He laid me down, and he began to pull out to his tip and slam into me over and over.

"Timothée, I'm so close," I said breathily.

"Come undone Mon Amor, let's start this new era with your pleasure," he said. The gravity of the situation, of what we'd done, and who we were to each other overcame me as I shattered.

"Oh!" He gasped, and he was pouring into me. He fell down on me, and turned his head so he could slowly kiss my neck. I massaged his back as we held one another.

Later, Timothée, Argyle, and I boldly walked onto the set of the morning talk show. We explained what we had come to know. We offered proof. We spear headed what would be called the War of Love. It turned out there were many unhappy people who had been keeping their mouths shut. We were in the front at the civilian raid of MatchMania HQ. We never stopped petitioning and fighting. We wanted people to care about the good of the people, not capitalism. We would fight until we died.