Info - worried reader, worried about Timothée being hurt because he's famous, handjob
When he got home he didn't even have a bruise but I was concerned none the less. I rushed to him, crushing him in a hug and kissing him all over his face.
"What's all this fuss?" He asked with a chuckle.
"You got hit, oh my sweet baby. Does it hurt? Are you sore? How can I help?" I begged him.
"I'm literally fine. It was just a mistake," he said simply.
"Come on sweet boy," I said and led him to the bath I'd prepared. As I guided him in he was protesting.
"No, get in!" I snapped. "It's not a choice."
"Oh so you're in charge today?" He asked with a smirk. I nodded resolutely. He sunk into the bath. I moved an ice pack all around his face and chest.
"It was just a shock, I'm fine," he said with an eye roll.
"There's a bruise," I said and kissed it.
"Tis but a scratch," he said charmingly.
"Timothée, I was actually really worried about you," I said sadly.
"Thank you Mon amour," he smiled. "You don't need to worry about me so intensely though, but I appreciate that you do."
"It's just, celebrities get killed Timmy, they get stalked, and-" I cut myself off and sniffed, emotion overwhelming me.
"Angel, it was a camera," he said softly.
"I know but you're my darling, my boy, my love, my everything. Seeing you get hurt, it hurt me, and I just love and care about to so much," I said and laid my head on his shoulder. He lifted his arm and cupped the back of my neck. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He kissed me softly.
"Can I give you a handjob for being brave?" I asked him with a giggle.
"I'll never say no to that towards of fussing," he said. He laid back as my hand gripped him. I began to work his cock. He smiled as he closed his eyes.
"You're amazing," he moaned.
"Anything for you," I said.
