Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Waking Up With You

Booming noises woke up Timmy again, but this time his head was throbbed to the beat of the music vibrating to his ears. The pain was intense, as the ache drilled into his skull all the way to his nerves. He tried to rub away the aching pain but it wouldn't go away easily. As he rubbed his head, he thought the music was louder than yesterday. It was as if the loud sound emitted inside his room.

Moving his hand to his face, Timmy rubbed his closed eyes, chasing away the sleepiness. After couple of minutes, he stares at the same ceiling that he wakes up to every morning.

Something felt different to how Timmy woke up, but he paid no heed to it. Another aching wave came through his skull. Timmy let out a painful moan.

Johnny hears the man on his bed let out an agonizing sound. He looked up just as he goes into his last sets of push ups. Chuckling, he fought himself to focus on finishing his task.

The intense beat pounded Timmy's head. Triggering his memories, like lightning, bits of pieces of last nights activities flashed into his mind. Memories of him bumping into Johnny up to enjoying the wine and dine that he shared with Johnny, and having a really good time. One thing that didn't escape to Timmy was how he got back into his room if he passed out in the University's quads.

Try all his might, Timmy can't remember what happened passing out. Snatching the pillow underneath his head, Timmy squished his face, and screamed into it.

Johnny hears the muffled scream Timmy did. Worried he stood up quickly and shook Timmy.

"Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Quick, tell me where it hurts?! Do we need to go to the hospital?" Johnny's voice with his incessant questions was like a cold splash of water over him.

Timmy became stiff, and Johnny felt it. (A/N: Oy! Get your minds out of the gutter.)

"Timmy, if your hurting anywhere, tell ME!?" Johnny was about to carry Timmy with his hands , when his hands were pushed away.

Timmy has had enough of the shaking as he felt Johnny's hands worming their way his body. He sat up and proceeded to yell at Johnny.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!"

Johnny holds his hands up. "Whoa! Calm down. I thought you were in pain," Johnny paused finding words to explain what he heard. Shaking his head, he resumed, "Or something. Why'd you scream anyways?"

Timmy closed his eyes and counted down in a non-chronological order. He thought he wouldn't have to resort to counting in his head again but it was one of those times, again. 

Opening his eyes, Timmy stares at Johnny with burning fire. Unconsciously, Johnny's hand itched his way to his newly purchased bracelet as he stare at the eyes of the deep brown lava. 

Sighing, Johnny takes the glass and a white pill that was on a plate. 

Johnny offered, "Here's a glass of water. Drink it up and I'll tell you all that you need to know."

By now, Johnny was in between Timmy's legs as he waited on the person opposite of him. Timmy took the offer and drank the contents of the glass. While drinking, Timmy felt the thirst of last nights activity, so he finished it all.

"Feeling better?"

"Tell me why are you in my room." Gritted Timmy's teeth.

Johnny cocking his head to the side, he stared at Timmy's deep brown fiery eyes, and grinned. Pearly white canines appeared at Timmy.

"What are you smiling at?! And how the fuck you even got in here?" Timmy's blood pressure rose.

This time Johnny couldn't hold it in and laughed really loud. By this time the music ceased from playing already, and his laughter echoed in the room.

Timmy opened his mouth again but stopped when Johnny made a stop motion with his hand. Johnny stopped laughing and stood straight.

"You passed out so I had to get you back to yo-"

Timmy interrupted, "Then what are you doing in my room? Did you sleep in here?"

It was Johnny's turn to give an angry look at Timmy. He rolled his eyes. 

"Let me finish explaining, okay? I'll let you ask questions when I'm done."

The man on the bed nodded his head, knowing his memories are still in pieces. Johnny, still sitting between Timmy's legs, made himself comfortable. 

"Okay, where was I? Ah, yes. You're low tolerance for alcohol got you drunk, then you started talking shit about God knows what, but let me tell you. You were hilarious last night." Seeing Timmy react at what he said, Johnny pointed his finger at him and gave him a stern look. Like a dog, he behaved. Crossing his arms, Timmy's lips pursed at Johnny. "No interruptions, and I'll get to the point. You passed out, so I took you back to the dormitory. I couldn't find your keys in your bag so I let you sleep in my room. What kind of a person would I be if I let someone sleep outside?"

Speechless could be describe to what is happening to Timmy right now. 

Recalling yesterday's events, Timmy let out curses. He had a niggling feeling he had forgotten something when he went back to go get his camera. Timmy felt so happy at that time, he couldn't be bothered to remember what it was. 

Eyes that were close opened. Timmy sees Johnny sitting so casually between his leg. Irritated he pushed him off the bed, but Johnny's knees bump into a sensitive spot of Timmy. The felt of sparks of pain and something else had him gripping his genitals. 

The person who was pushed off was now laughing really hard, was clutching his stomach. Johnny's eyes started to water and his sides were aching. A pillow was thrown at him but still he laughed.

It was only about five minutes till everything calmed down. Johnny was still on the floor while Timmy on the bed sitting with his back against the headboard. 

"How's your head?" Said Johnny. 

"Hmm. Pain's gone," Timmy replied. A pregnant silence came between them. Johnny's pun didn't registered into his mind. "Do you know if the Administrator Offices are open today?"

The person lying on the floor sat up. "Why do you wanna know?"

"My uncle has an office and I don't wanna bother him, now, by calling him so early in the morning to ask if I could get a spare key today."

"Oh. Uh, they're closed today." 

Johnny knew they were open everyday except on Sundays and Holidays. He decided to messed with Timmy again by lying. 

Getting up, he went to his closet and got out a pairs of shirts and pants. Johnny place the flannel shirt and jeans on the bed. 

"Here. You borrow my clothes for now. We could get your keys where you left them." 

Not waiting for reply he went to the bathroom and took a quick bath. 

Two hours later, both guys were on their way to the parking area. Both wore dark jeans but Timmy wore a black shirt. His design had a big feline drawing on his front chest area while Johnny had worn a tight blue shirt that emphasize his fit body.

On their way to the parking lot, Timmy ruffled his hair thinking of how uncomfortable he feels. Johnny sensed his discomfort and bumps his friend's shoulder. 

"What's wrong?" Asked Johnny. He looks at Timmy with wondering eyes.

Shaking his head, Timmy stayed silent and just kept walking. Once the duo reached the car, Johnny asked what the addressed he left the keys were and input it to the GPS. Tire marks formed as the car sped of to their destination. 

A/N: Sorry, it's not that long. Tell me if I should do this or if I should keep writing a bit more longer. Hope you like this chapter. I had a little trouble with my muse. Plus, couple in with the YuZhou thing and work, I missed my deadline. Support YuZhou everyone!