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"Timmy."
Timmy glanced to his right. He kept rolling forwards.
"Hey, Timmy."
Timmy let out a huff and still continued to move in his wheelchair.
"Oh, Tim-Tim, wait up fo-for me."
He sighed once more, but had stopped his acceleration.
Jimmy hobbled over to Timmy the fastest he could with his crutches, and covered the ginger boy's right hand with his own. "Timmy, you know I love you." Jimmy lightly rubbed his thumb over Timmy's soft indents between each knuckle, before letting go reluctantly and side stepping to be in front of the other now.
Timmy looked away.
Jimmy rested his other hand on the boy's knee, and gently tracing circles over it. "Tim-Tim," he looked up to Timmy's face, hopeful to see a breakthrough, only to see an uninterested expression and failure to meet eyes. "I d-do, Tim-Tim. I love you. You know that, r-rii-right…?"
Still, Timmy refused to acknowledge the brunette's presence. His cheeks began to flush however, giving away his uncaring façade- damn you .
"Come on, Timmy," Jimmy tilted his head like a pleading puppy, "Let me into that p-palace of yo-yours?"
The brunette boy reached up to cup both of the other's cheeks, carefully turning it to face himself. The eyes however, still did not get the memo.
Jimmy smoothed over Timmy's small cheeks, and gently scritched his fine, short-cut hairs just above his ear. "Shou-Sh-Should this young bard puh-play a tune for his highness? No?" He drug his palms and tips of his fingers down past the ginger's nape, down his neck, and over to his shoulders.
He waited.
He retracted his hands hesitantly.
"... M-May I?"
Timmy nodded.
Jimmy had begun to completely unstrap himself from his crutches, sat them off to the side, and hoisted himself into Timmy's lap with little effort. Timmy still hadn't met the other's eyes yet, not even for a second.
Their legs had crossed each other's now.
Jimmy sat for a moment before diving into a hug, rubbing his head into Timmy's chest. Muffled ' I love you 's kept spilled from the young boy's lips and his grip on the other's red sweater became tighter with each vow; careful to keep his braces from tangling to the knit though.
Timmy let out a long breath through his nose, and slowly clasped his hands over Jimmy's own back. He squeezed the boy as hard as he could, and whispered his name into his ear longingly.
Little Jimmy grinned like a mad man; who could resist a cute, persistent boy like him?
Jimmy pulled back from the hug with a goofy smile on his face. "See Tim-Tim? I told you I'd ge-get you to let down that draw brid-buh-bridge," And, Timmy had lifted the corners of his mouth in mirror- " I love you, Timmy. "
The wheelchaired boy smushed their mouths together - albeit a little rough at first - and kissed the other like he'd die if it didn't.
Breaking away with a gasp, "T- Timmy, where did you learn to do th-at??? " Jimmy whispered, his face the reddest it's ever turned, and his smile had turned into shock.
Flushed as well, Timmy looked away in shame.
"Well, Tim-T-Tim, I liked that very mu-ch, thats f-for su-sure," The brunette trailed off; a newfound smirk slowly pulling at his lips. "Do it again."
Timmy snapped his head back, eyes impossibly wide and searching for any sign of a joke on the other's face.
" Y-ou heard me, do it agai-again. "
He instead tucked a loose hair behind Jimmy's ear. It was softer than his own, and he loved the way it glowed in the sunlight. The sheens always turned a caramel color, a perfect fit for his personality.
The boy giggled, "Tim-Tim, oh why're you gumming up n-now?" So he pressed his lips into Timmy's instead. Slower and more practiced feeling than 2 minutes ago, despite no practice being done at all. A little spittle made its way out but Jimmy preferred to think that was just proof it was good.
Timmy broke away first that time. A string of spit that connected their lips snapped, and Timmy wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve. Not too bad .
Jimmy did the same, and they sat in silence. Just staring at each other, with lidded eyes and dumb grins plastered on their faces.
"W-anna go get icecr-cream?"
Timmy nodded and Jimmy slipped back into his crutches that he had placed on the floor beside them.
Leading the way, Jimmy popped off Timmy's lap and started to waddle off. He looked behind him after a few steps, and noticed Timmy had not followed. "Tim-Tim, you cuh-c-coming…?" He asked, turning around and waiting.
Timmy nodded, still smiling. "Love… Love Jimmeh."