A/N: I apologize for the shortness of the last chapter. I just posted that so you guys didn't think I forgot about you. Just needed to post an update to let my faithful readers know what was going on. On the plus side, my computer is back. So I can hopefully post more often. Just remember to review. It makes my day to see how you are all enjoying the story. Thinking about posting my original work somewhere. When I figure that out, I will let you all know where it will be at so you can check it out! Anyway, on to this chapter.

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Timothy was waiting near the road as Jonathon and Frankie walked up. "It would be nice if you would tell me if you were taking off with my guests," he said to Frankie.

"You know me. I am a nosy bitch. I have to involve myself with you and your life," she replied with a smile on her face. "You still love me."

"Max was here looking for you."

Frankie's smile widened. "How long ago?"

"Shortly before I called."

She turned to look at Jonathon. "Remember what I said. It will happen. Trust me." She gave him a wink as she ran towards her truck. "Talk to you later, Timmy!" she called back.

As the boys stood on the side of the road and watched Frankie's truck speed around the corner, Jonathon slowly inched closer to Timothy. He didn't know exactly what Frankie had meant by doing something over the top to show Timothy his love for him. There were several ways he could take that. Was he supposed to just surprise him with a kiss? Confess his love in front of a crowd? Those things were over the top, in Jonathon's opinion, but they weren't really what he would call romantic.

"Lets go back inside," Timothy broke into Jonathon's thoughts. "It's a bit cold."

Jonathon shrugged and followed him back in the house, up the stairs and to his bedroom. He sat down on the bed as Timothy closed the door. "Timothy? Could I ask a personal question?"

Timothy sat down in the chair at his desk. "Sure. What's on your mind?"

"How did you know?"

"How did I know what?" Timothy asked, puzzled.

Jonathon swallowed hard. "That you...that you're gay." There, he thought to himself. At least the topic is out in the open.

"Why are you asking?" Timothy's eyes narrowed.

Jonathon had to hold his hands in his lap to make sure Timothy didn't see them shaking, due to his nervousness. "Just a curiosity," he replied, keeping his voice as calm as he could manage.

Timothy seemed to relax a little as he took a breath. "I don't really know how to explain it. It was just something I felt. I felt different than all the other boys."

"What do you mean, you felt different?"

"Well, in the bathroom, the boys would always talk about seeing girls naked, and how bad they wanted it, but I didn't care about it. I always found my mind wandering, thinking about what they might look like naked."

"Were you ashamed"

"At first, yes. Then I realized I can't change it, so I accepted it."

"What did your parents think when you told them?"

"Mom...well, mom's still struggling with it, but she shows her acceptance however she can. My father, or as I call him, my sperm donor, he left. He said that he couldn't have a queer son and left my mom because she wouldn't toss me out on the street. I actually lived with Frankie for a while, so I wouldn't be the cause of their divorce. It happened anyway, and mom begged me to come back home." Tears welled up in his eyes. "We don't really talk about him anymore. He doesn't call or visit. He's dead to me."

"I'm sorry," was all Jonathon could say. He thought back to the confrontation he had with his father during dinner the other night. Timothy didn't know it, but he could relate. He could see the look on his father's face if he ever told him he was gay.

Timothy stood up. "It's fine. That part of my life is done and over with," he wiped a tear from his cheek with his finger. "I'm hungry. You want anything?"

Jonathon lied across the bed. "Sure," he answered, even though his stomach was in knots. "Bring me what you got." He closed his eyes as the door shut behind Timothy.

He felt scared, and relieved at the same time. Timothy now knew he was curious about being gay. He didn't know if Timothy was going to get the subtle hint, but he did know that it didn't matter, in the end. According to Frankie, it wouldn't be enough to get Timothy's attention.

He sat up, a few minutes later, when the door opened. He looked, expecting to see Timothy carrying in a plate of cookies or something. What he saw instead made his jaw drop.

Timothy closed the door and turned around, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, silvery briefs. Smiling, he walked slowly up to Jonathon.

"What are you doing?" Jonathon asked as Timothy put his hands on his shoulders.

"I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Jonathon Cordon. I could easily see what you were doing."

Jonathon looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about." Timothy sat down on his lap. Jonathon's muscles stiffened as he felt his jeans grow a little tighter.

"Asking me about how I knew I was gay. You're too scared to admit it to anyone, but you are gay, aren't you?"

Jonathon shuddered as he felt Timothy's hands caress his back. "God, I love you Timothy," he panted.

"I know you do," Timothy took Jonathon's right hand and placed it on his chest. "Go ahead. Don't be afraid. Touch me."

Jonathon slowly moved his hand across Timothy's chest and down his stomach. He felt Timothy shiver with longing. Timothy's hand went up to his hair, where his fist grabbed a fistfull of his hair. Tilting his head back, Timothy leaned in, gently brushing his lips against Jonathon's. The feel of their lips meeting sent a tingling sensation down his spine and into his pants.

Timothy pulled away and stood up. He turned to face Jonathon, and with a grin on his face, pushed him back onto the bed. Jonathon inhaled deeply as Timothy climbed on top of him, feeling his body press against his own. He embraced Timothy, pulling him tighter against him.

Timothy once again pressed his lips to Jonathon's. Feeling a odd sense of power, Jonathon let his hands wander around Timothy's back; rubbing and caressing him. His hands slid lower, until his fingertips were under Timothy's waistband.

"Jonathon!" Timothy moaned as he poked Jonathon in the shoulder. "Jonathon! Jonathon! Jon!"

Jonathon snapped to attention. Looking around, he noticed Timothy next to him, fully dressed, holding a plate of sandwiches, and poking him in the shoulder. "Jonathon, are you okay?"

Jonathon sat there in silence for a moment, looking Timothy over. "Yeah, but I need to go." He jumped off the bed and ran out the door before Timothy could reply.

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A/N: I am sure I just pissed a lot of you off with that little daydream. We have to remember though, that, like Timothy, Jonathon is prone to daydreams as well. So, I hope you enjoyed. Please R/R!