Handy Man

Chapter 11 of Zip It. AN—Some fluff after too long between chapters. Summary: While living with the Taylor women, Tim models, gets a film role, and returns to Dillon on his motorcycle. These characters are not mine.

Tim got back to Dillon a few days before spring break ended. He'd been cleaning out his room since a new phase in his life had begun, between the modelling and acting he'd done recently.

He found some videos Coach had loaned him and decided to ride his motorcycle to the Taylors' to return them. He also missed his "second family" and thought it'd be nice to see the gals, anyway. Coach was in Austin.

As usual, he entered through the garage, which was open, as was the door to the house. Home sweet home, he thought, noting the futon was still set up as he'd left it, next to the weight bench.

"Hullo… anybody home?" he yelled. He was setting down the box of tapes when he heard Tami's voice.

"Who's there?" she said, poking her head in the door. "Tim, hon!" She pecked him on the cheek, hugged him.

Tim bit his lip, cocked an eyebrow at her. Tami was wrapped in a towel, her hair clipped up. "Oh… I was just gonna shower, but there's a problem with the showerhead. When'd you get back in town?"

"The other day. Just cleaning up and thought I'd get these tapes back. Shoulda called first, sorry."

"No prob, sweetie. Happy to see you," she smiled warmly. "Too bad Julie's at the pool with Gracie Belle," Tami said, giggling. "Swimming lesson. A couple hours."

Tim frowned. "Darn, I wanted to give Gracie a whirl. Say hi to Jules. Later, I guess."

"How'd your film shoot go?," Tami said. "That's amazing you got that role... what was it, a hustler? Grifter?"

Tim grinned. "Yup. Suits me, eh? All that time playing chess with Landry paid off, and I did alright with the arm wrestling. And workin' with Bella, the director, was amazing. But I missed y'all."

"Aw, sweet," Tami cooed. "And we missed you. Though we did get to see you in the paper, in those ads." Tim had almost forgotten they were still running. Tami pointed to one lying open on the table; Tim hadn't seen that version yet. He looked especially hot.

Tami pointed at his arms and flexed her bicep. "I see you kept up with your workouts. Excellent," she giggled, biting her lip. Tim blushed. "Yep. Stronger than ever."

"Mmm hmm. Hey, don't laugh hon, but could you look at the shower head? It's all clogged up but I can't unscrew it."

"Can't manage a couple weeks without me!" he chuckled. Tim watched appreciatively as Tami tiptoed to the bathroom, towel clutched around her chest.

She stepped into the tub and reached up to the fixture. "See, it's just stuck. I've been trying for a few minutes." When she stretched, her towel started to come undone and she grabbed at it, looking at Tim sheepishly. "Oops."

He grinned, took off his boots and climbed in alongside her, hiking up his jeans under his sleeveless Panther tee. "Hmm…" He tried unscrewing the fixture, but it didn't give. Tami gaped at his bulging muscles.

"Hand me that towel, would ya?" He wrapped it around the neck and gave it a twist, grunting. When it gave, water gushed onto him, soaking him. He turned off the lever.

"Nice." He climbed out, pulled his wet shirt off, wrung it out.

"God, I thought I turned off the water. Guess it was still on a little. I'm sorry hon," Tami said, climbing out after him, holding onto his arm. How I've missed those lovely biceps.

"No biggie. That's what dryers are for." He undid the showerhead. "Just crud clogging it up." He scrubbed it out, replaced it. Tami watched his arm muscles work beneath his skin, even the little ones in his forearms.

When he climbed back out of the tub, he noticed Tami looking at him in the mirror. He pulled off his soaked socks, plucked at his jeans. "Let's put your stuff in the dryer," Tami said. "Gimme your jeans."

He paused, looking at her sideways. "C'mon, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she said smirking, handing him a towel to put around his waist. He emptied his pockets, stripped to his briefs and gathered up his clothes.

They went to the laundry room, put his clothes in the dryer. Tami turned to face him, leaning against the dryer.

"Tim… remember when you helped me with my necklace, before the banquet?"

Hell yeah, that night we first kissed, in the parts room. "How could I forget," he said in a low voice, standing so close she could feel his heat.

She grabbed his hands, drawing them around her waist. Damn, he thought. Here we are again. He hugged her in, inhaled deeply, exhaled. Her skin goosebumped, like the first time.

Watching her intently, Tim removed the clip from her hair, which tumbled around her shoulders. He pulled her hips to his.

"Wanna know a secret?," Tim whispered, nibbling and kissing her ear. "You're the hottest guidance counseler ever. From the beginning of time."

"Tim!" She guffawed.

"What! It's true. You should hear what the guys say…" he chuckled. "No, you shouldn't. Well it's all good, anyway." He could feel her trembling with anticipation.

"You are the sweetest thing, Tim. Lord, I've missed you." she purred, taking his face in her hands.

She slid her hand around the top of her towel and loosened it. "I think we should test the shower," she said, turning to face him. "In just a minute."

They kissed ravenously. He pulled her flush against his hard cock, both moaning softly. Their towels dropped at the same time.

He slid off his briefs, lifted her and braced her against the dryer. "And I missed you," he panted. "Hang on."

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