part 3

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I walked back to my room with my thoughts buzzing wildly in my head. 'What the hell was that? What was I thinking? Why is Tim so cute?' I mentally facepalm.
I make it back to my room and flop onto my bed. My thoughts continue on the same way when I hear my door open.
"Brian?" It was Tim.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry..." He stopped to choke down a sob.
"Sorry for what?" I sat up and looked at Tim confused.
"For making you worry about me. Sorry to make you almost cry..." He paused and took a deep breath before continuing.
"...For not being strong enough."
All I can do is sit there, shocked. Tim was more than strong enough. Why can't he see how strong he really is?
"Tim." I hold out my arms in an embrace, and Tim takes it without hesitation. "Tim, your stronger than you think. You're stronger than this. "
Tim continues to sob into my shirt for what seemed like hours, but I didn't mind. I start to get lost in thought when Tim finally pulls away.
"B-Brian, where do you think your hand is?" Tim asks, red in the face.
It takes me a second to understand what he means by this. My right hand is on his back comforting him, while my left was cupping a handful of Tim's left ass cheek.
I was trying to form words to explain the situation. Tim was looking around the room avoiding my eyes. I was sure he hated me until he nuzzled his face in the space between my neck and my shoulder. I felt like I had reached nirvana. And during all this I hadn't removed my hand from Tim's ass.


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