my boy - timothee chalamet

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in the morning, timothee tried to hang on to the last fragments of sleep, but he stirred awake at the feeling of amelia's body next to his. he loved waking up next to her and he's done it a billion times, yet each time, his stomach flutters at being able to be so close and comfortable with her. a sleepy smile fell across his face naturally as he just admired her and traced his hands across her warm skin. she draped herself across his body with an arm and a leg resting heavily on him while light drool pooled on his chest. he didn't mind at all. as cheesy as it sounded, he could stay here forever.

slowly but surely, he was able to get out of her hold and head to the bathroom. he stopped quickly in front of the mirror to gasp in amazement at the marks his body. light hickies littered across his neck, chest, and stomach. his lips were parted as he put light pressure on each. his entire body heated up at the sight and feeling, he felt like he could fucking come at the thought of amelia and her lips doing this to his body. in the midst of his focus and shock, he gasped even louder when amelia's reflection appeared in the mirror. her hair was messy from sleep, but she was glowing, he wanted to tackle her back to bed right then and there.

without a word, they turned to each other and she lightly traced the same spots. his thin body shivered at her touch and he held back a sigh as she brought her lips to each place as well.

"beautiful, timothee." she smiled up at him.

he smiled widely down at her and quickly encased her in his arms along with a kiss. before things could get too heated, he cheekily kissed all over her face, each peck making an exaggerated "muah" sound. she only giggled and basked in the feeling of his worship.

his lanky hands caressed her face as his nose scrunched with a big smile. "i love you mon cheri" he hummed, admiring the way she looked back up at him with just as much affection as he looked at her with.

"i love you mon cheri" she repeated back as best as she could, planting a loud kiss on his lips that ending with teeth clashing and vibrating giggles.

•••

after they brushed their teeth and looked decent, they trekked to the kitchen hand in hand, still sporting their pajamas and smiles.

in the middle of their conversation about what to eat for breakfast, they both gasped in shock at the sight of nicole and marc in the kitchen already looking back at them.

"oh fu- mom ha ha dad! what are you guys doing back?" timmy said nervously.

despite his reaction, his parents reacted without suspicion of what the teenagers were doing. after all, they always had sleepovers and timmy was always a nervous, awkward boy.

"timothée, i told you we would be back on sunday, you never listen." his mom chided as she squeezed his cheeks before doing the same to amelia's.

as the couple fixed their breakfast of eggo waffles and coffee, his parents stood quietly aside, exchanging glances that questioned what the two teenagers meant to each other. they smiled at each other as they noticed the lingering touches and stares that occurred between the two.

"i think your parents are onto us," amelia whispered from behind her cup of coffee.

timothee only shrugged as he devoured his waffle. under the table, their bare feet subconsciously caressed one another's, both eager to return to the warmth of each other's bodies. as timothee leaned over, still with a stuffed mouth, to pull a strand of amelia's hair away from her syrup, nicole discreetly snapped a photo of the pair with a small smile on her face.

•••
for the rest of the day, the pair lounged in the living room to avoid suspicion, even though they knew they were free to do almost anything. their evening consisted of movies where each of them took turns laying their head in the others lap to get their hair fondled with. the two felt so content to just lay in each other's company that they didn't even notice that the house was once again empty until timmy's parents called to ask which groceries they should get from the store.

in the middle of the call, amelia grinned before getting up and out of his lap to whisper that she was going to go take a shower. timothee pouted at the loss of contact and held onto her arm, yet got distracted as his mom continued to question him on which lettuce she should get. he let out a groan of relief as he stood up and glanced at the bathroom. amelia's head popped out quickly.

"wanna save some water, pretty boy?"