Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Chapter Forty One: Eye Of The Storm Part Two

Timmy and Johnny had arrived at the veranda soaking wet. The heavy rain wasn't going to let up soon. As if Timmy's day could get any worse, the jacket he had over his head hadn't protected his camera from the water. His camera was wet, and he feared it is dead.

"Fuck," came the profanity from his mouth as Timmy tried to use the cloth that was covering the table. He managed to dry it and tried to turn it on. Nothing happened. The color on Timmy's face drained, turning him to a ghost.

"Hey, you okay, Ge?"  A soft feminine voice rang through Timmy's head, waking him from the trance he was in. 

"Yeah, I'm going to my room a bit to dry myself. I'm soaking wet. I'll be right back." Immediately, Timmy left everyone, including the person that helped him out during the rain. Everything, including the plan to interrogate Damien went to drain after what just happened.

Sighing, Johnny yelled out for the family's butler. 

"Yes, Young Master Johnny?" An old looking butler came out of nowhere, dressed in a manservant attire, similar to the people that served during the wedding reception of Simon and Natasha. 

"I'll have the guests who are dry to be directed at the receiving room, while give the people who are drenched head to toe from the rain towels, then redirect them to the same room." He moved closer to Jervais and whispered to his ear. "Make sure Mr. Plackard don't do anything while I'm gone. He hasn't done anything harmful, yet. Keep an eye on him, please."

After the instructions Johnny had left for Jervais, he left to find Timmy in his room. But, not before drying himself, and changing to new sets of clothes. All dressed in black, he walked over across the hallway and knocked on Timmy's door.

No answer. 

"Timmy, if you don't open this door, I'm going to call your parents that you're trying to kill yourself so I can get this door open!"

In a moment, Johnny heard the lock mechanism turned after having threatened Timmy with those words. He meant it, as Johnny feared Timmy wasn't himself after witnessing and knowing a thing about his beloved camera. That beloved camera was a present that had been given by his deceased grandfather. It was also the only thing he uses, despite having another back up camera to use and a much more functional in terms of how digital the modern world is. 

Opening the door, he saw Timmy in his still wet clothes, standing by his bed. The man stared at the object in his hand as he cradled it in his arms like the precious baby it is. He had that helpless aura, but his face was void of any emotion. 

"Talk to me, Timmy." Johnny closed the door and locked it. Walking towards Timmy, his arms wound around the front, his chest against his dejected looking back. "Tell me what's on your mind. Don't shut yourself now."

Hearing those words, Timmy's world fell apart. His world broken into pieces as warm tears ran down on his cheeks. He tried to muffled his crying and prevent himself from moving his chest and shoulders up and down, but he couldn't. All emotions he had kept came out, and the mess of it all could be felt by Johnny also.

Johnny listened to the suppressed sobbing Timmy was doing, his heart wrenched as the silence between them stretched on. The arms he wrapped around Timmy's figure tightened. Then, he whispered to the other person's ear. "Could I help you feel better?"

It took Timmy sometime to answer, but after a couple of minute he nodded. Johnny was relieved after minutes of tensed waiting for Timmy to reply. He rubbed Timmy's upper chest, between his pectorals, and kissed Timmy's exposed back of the neck. As the man's made his sweet loving, calming down the other person.