A Tim x Moby Love Story

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(And yes, I am in fact a certified crackhead, just like everyone else on this website.)

Tim's P.O.V.

It has been a long day of filming, and all I want is to be in Moby's strong, metallic arms. I longed to inhale his scent of rust and body odor, but i would not be done filming for a few hours. I looked over at Moby, and he seemed just as annoyed as i feel. He noticed my staring, and his blank, beady eyes met mine. They showed so much lust that I could practically feel his arousal in the air, making it hard for me to breathe. Quickly, I looked away with what must be the most noticeable blush.

For the rest of the filming process, my eyes were almost always glued to the floor, or the bland, empty walls, or anything besides Moby's handsome face. Every time I look at him my mind goes all hazy, and I can barely think or breathe or do anything besides obsess over him.

Luckily, we finish filming quickly, and I am able to leave the boring studio. Just as i am almost out the door, I feel a strong arm grab mine. I immediately recognize who's arm it is by it's familiar cold. Moby grip on me is tight, almost painful as he pulls me into what i assume is a janitor's closet. The lights are off, and the room is pitch black, so I can't exactly tell if I'm right or not.

I am just about to ask what it is we are even doing in here, when I feel a pair of metal lips on mine.