A/n: sorry for the yearlong delay...;
Characters (C) not me, ok?
Timmy woke up several hours later in his friend's comfortable bed
Timmy woke up several hours later in his friend's comfortable bed. He looked around his surroundings, feeling a little frightened of its unfamiliarity. He tried to sit up, but something held him down. He turned his attention to face a dormant Jimmy with his strong arm around the boy's waist. His eyes widened from surprise but soon became at ease with the touch. Timmy had wanted to do what he did for the longest of time and it felt good. Timmy had come into terms to what he was, bisexual, way back at his childhood, but seeing Jimmy blush was oh so freaking worth it. And now he was with him…Timmy felt pretty much satisfied and slipped back under the covers rather playfully. He shook the prodigy awake; drawing a groan from the latter's mouth
"Are you always this hyper or is this a special occasion?" Jimmy asked, smashing a pillow unto his face before having it been tossed aside by his teasing friend.
"I can't really say…Wanna find out?" Timmy retorted, a breathtaking smile growing on his face that stood out against the pre-dawn darkness.
"If I do, will you let me sleep?" Jimmy responded, a wonderful sensation creeping up to his lips; his body's personal way of saying, "Kiss him, dammit!"
"Ok!" Jimmy sighed relieved; he might've pulled a muscle from his already shaky resistance. He sat up on his bed and placed his lips on Timmy's once more in a very awkward position. What the hell? I've kissed before; why is this any different?
Timmy laughed softly for a bit at his friend's inexperience and broke off the kiss. "What are you doing?" he murmured, the smile never leaving his face.
"Kissing you?"
"You kiss like you're bobbing for apples in my mouth." Timmy flatly stated, making Jimmy feel even more embarrassed.
"Well, that's how I've always kissed. Cindy never complained about it," he nervously laughed.
Timmy successfully suppressed a laughing fit and grinned. He closed his eyes half way and gently pulled the prodigy near his face. He then touched his darling face with both hands and whispered, "Let me show you how it's done…" The boy placed his lips softly on the genius, merely stroking them. He then deepened the kiss slowly, licking Jimmy's lips in the process. He could almost feel the heat and tremors of the other's body…or were they his own? He couldn't tell, his mind was racing, yelling out, You're not even close to how I feel about you, as the kiss deepened farther and began to play with Jimmy's hair.
While it seemed to Timmy that everything was becoming full circle, Jimmy was beginning to logically comprehend what was now going to his body. When he was with Cindy, he had chalked it up as mere hormonal responses within his psyche, the primal need for reproduction. But with Timmy, everything went blank and all that was left was the spell of the soft features that were now on his. After hearing himself moan when the former toyed with his hair, he drew back startled.
"We're not in a interpersonal relationship," he said, still blushing at the fact that such a sound came from him.
"You know I don't understand big words." Timmy replied, a charming puzzled expression now on his face.
"What I mean is that we are not…a couple per se, like Sheen and Libby." Jimmy reasoned but immediately came to the conclusion that this was a lost argument when Timmy retorted by stating, "Funny, you didn't mention you and Cindy." He couldn't explain why he didn't do so; she was his girlfriend and up to the last 48 hours, they had been in a fine relationship. Ha! Even I don't believe that load of crap. He had been the loyal party, always at her beck and call, while she flirted with Nick freely behind his back. Sheen had warned him about Cindy's infidelity but who was he to tell James Isaac Neutron he was wrong? The only person who reinforced his diluted idea that Cindy was his girl also happened to be the person who would take full advantage of him being gone for long periods of times, Carl Wheezer. I should really learn how to pick my friends he thought.
"The point is that I'm still with Cindy and we are happy together." Jimmy replied matter-of-factly just before getting smacked with the same pillow that Timmy had tossed aside.
"You, sir, are a horrible liar!" Timmy exclaimed childishly, landing his frame atop of the prodigy.
"And you being the resident expert?" Jimmy shot back, sensing that whatever part of his skin that touched Timmy was on fire.
"I've had my share of screw-ups but at least I was honest about it." Timmy reacted, his smile never leaving face. Jimmy dared not ask, he concluded that it was those screw-ups that brought upon the deep scars in Timmy's wrists. Instead, he held the fragile joints and began nipping them lightly. Timmy's expression grew more demure as the affections continued to his forearms. The phone began ringing inconveniently, the caller ID flashing a recognized number.
"Shouldn't you take that?" the boy asked with veiled lust. Jimmy simply picked up the receiver and slammed it to the base. "Done." He said as he resumed, but now on Timmy's lips. What they didn't know in their moment of passion was that the caller ID had recorded the number as one, Cindy Vortex.