Timothy sprinted down the street, only a yard or two infront of his crowd of his peers that wanted to do him harm. He turned the corner quickly, the street he had just entered was well kept. He knew none of the doors would be lcoked at eleven. This was the kind of street that you never had to lock your doors, no one would come in. The blonde pumped his legs harder as he saw a house only three houses away that the porch lights were on at. The teen sprinted up the stairs, threw open the doors, shut them quickly, put his back to the door and slid down it. He listened intently for sound of his mob. He heard them stop infront of the house, immediatly he started praying praying to the God he could no longer believe in they hadn't seen him come in here, they talked barely ledgible words for a few seconds before taking off running down the street again. The pale scrawny teen breathed a sigh of relief and plopped his head into his knees. He heard someone clear their throat. He raised his head meekly, a strong man was looking at him with crossed arms and his eyebrow raised.
"Please don't call the police. I promise I wish you no harm, and I have not taken anything. You can check. I'm sorry for beign in your house." The youth said quickly, springing up so the adult could see his height.
The strong male just chuckled.
"I'm Ben." Ben smiled, holding out his hand to the boy.
"Pleasure to meet you, even under these unpleasurable circumstances, sorry about that. I'm Timothy." The blonde smiled, shaking his elders hand.
His hair had flopped in his face, covering his green eyes and making him look up at Ben in a way that could only be described as adorable.
"Come in to the kitchen. We're having sundae's."
"I really don't think-"
"And you can explain why you entered our home without knocking."
The young boy nodded sheepishly, and followed his senior into the kitchen. Two males were sitting there, both brunettes but one was older that the other. They both had sundae's infront of them and a third was right next to thre older brunette.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were having family time. So so so sorry." He apologized quickly as the strong male sat down.
"Ben, who is this?" The older brunette asked through clenched teeth.
"This is Timothy. Timothy, this is my husband and our son." The diplomatic male introduced.
"Pleased to meet you." He smiled, taking a small bow.
"Can I make you a sundae?" The only non-cofused adult asked him.
"Uh, no thank you. I need to watch my sugar in-take."
"Well ok. Take a seat."
The youth did as he was told.
"Now, why did you come into our home without regard to us?" The author asked, finally.
"Well, I was getting chased by my...buisness associates I guess you could call them, and I was getting tired, and they were right behind me. So I just needed a place to hide until they had left." He explained.
"Were they gonna hurt you?" Micheal asked.
"Most likely. I have a tendency to accidentally steal their clients. They didn't take so kindly to that. They need money too." The blonde shrugged.
"You're a prostitute?" The taller adult asked, shock wafting over him.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry if that affends you in any way."
"You apologize alot." The HIV positive adult noticed.
He looked over at his husband and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh shut up." The comic book geek defended.
"And it doesn't affend us. But, do you need a place to sleep tonight?" Ben asked him.
"Uh, I can find another place to sleep. You really don't have to. You don't even know me after all."
The family looked at each other. The two that weren't the professor knew that there was no way he was lettign this boy leave, just like with Hunter.
"Come on. I'll show you were the blankets are, you can take the couch." Hunter instructed, standing up.
"Uh, Thank you. All of you, I promise I'll be out of your hair in less than twelve hours." He assured them before following his guide.
The brunette opened the door to the closet that held all the blankets.
"Thank you." The younger teen said sheepishly.
"Let them take care of you. Even if it's only until tomorrow when they go to work. THEN you can leave." The older told him, leaning his head closer to the prostitutes.
"But they don't even know me."
"They didn't know me either. But they took me in. Just until they go to work, then it's done."
The two got quiet as they looked at each other.
"Fine."
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Timothy got off the couch groggily. He moaned as he rubbed his head. He stumbled himself into the kitchen. The teacher was sitting at the table reading the news paper, and the store owner was pouring himself as cup of coffee. They both looked at the sleepy teen.
"Would you like some coffee?" The shorter adult asked, chuckling slightly.
"Shite kudasai."
"Huh?" Micheal asked confused.
"Shite kudasai." The youth repeated, nodding his head while still rubbing it.
"It means Please in Japanese." Ben informed his husband.
"Oh." He said confused.
He handed his cup of coffee to the blonde who said;
"Adigato." Before leaving the room.
"That's Thank you in Japanese." The professor told his love before he could even ask.
They heard a thud and knew their son had just jumped the last two steps of the staircase. The brunette slid into the room, smiling.
"I am SO ready to go see Dawn Of The Dead after you guys get off work." He exclaimed happily, taking a seat at the table.
"Uh, Hunter, I don't have any classes today, it's Saturday." The adult with HIV reminded him.
"Yeah, and I asked Justin if he could watch the store today. After breakfast we're goingt o see the movie." The yougner adult smiled at him, pouring a second cup of coffee.
"Oh, uh, ok. Is Timothy coming with us?"