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Tim gently tapped his friendıs face. "Migs? Migs, wake up."
He got shoved back with a mumble and sigh. Undeterred, he shook Miguel and leant next to his ear. "Migs, wake up."
"Go away. Sleep need more." Miguel rolled over onto his stomach and pulled the blankets over his head. Tim sighed and stood up. "If you donıt get up, Iıll pull the blankets off you."
"Donıt." Miguel rolled over again and opened one eye. "Donıt Tim."
"Miguel Juan Ortiz, get up!" Tim moved to the end of the bed. His only reply was sleepy sigh and he threw an arm over his eyes. Tim grabbed hold of the end of his blanket and yanked it off.
Miguel rolled over again, unconcerned. Tim eyed off his flat mate speculatively. "Miguel, arenıt you cold? Boxers in winter arenıt that warm."
Miguel didnıt even move. Tim sighed. "Iıll pour water on you."
Miguel didnıt react again. Tim realised he had gone back to sleep. "You asked for it, Ortiz." He muttered darkly.
He went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water. "Miguel, this is your last chance." He waited for the reply he knew wouldnıt come. "Ortiz, you are hear by found guilty of sloth, laziness, not doing your fair share of the work and Iım going to get you back for that stunt yesterday." Tim mumbled to himself. He grinned and poured the water over Miguelıs head and chest.
Miguelıs scream probably woke the neighbours. He jumped up and shook head, spraying cold water everywhere. "What the hell are you doing, you Irish psycho?" he screamed. "*Youıre mad, I know it now, bloody lunatic*."
Tim laughed. "That was for yesterday, you Cuban sloth." He picked up the glass from where he had dropped it. "Not only that, but you were meant to cook last night and didnıt. I had to."
"I covered for you when the captain asked about those extra messages."
"You were the one who sent them!" Tim cried incredulously.
"Not all of them." Miguel muttered. "Iıll get you back Timothy Mark OıNiell. Iıll get you."
"How?" Tim smirked, immediately realising it was the wrong thing to ask. Miguel smiled darkly and dashed forward. Tim yelled in protest, but found himself thrown over Miguelıs shoulder. He struggled vainly to free himself, surprised that Miguel could hold him steady with one arm. He watched the floor pass by before he realised where they were going. "No! Not the bathroom!"
"Yes Timothy, the bathroom. Iım wet and cold. I need a shower. You, arenıt going anywhere."
Tim renewed his struggle to free himself. He heard the shower door open and Miguel stepped in, still carrying Tim. "You wouldnıt, Miguel."
"I would, and I will."
"Drop me Officer!" Tim yelled.
"Weıre not on duty Tim. You canıt order me around."
Tim tried one last time to get out of Miguelıs grasp before the water hit him. He yelled with shock and Miguel snickered. "Sorry, Iıll turn up the hot."
"Not funny Miguel. Iım soaked!"
"Iım soaked too. Stop whining."
"Youıre not dressed."
"I kinda am." Miguel let go of Tim and he hit the floor. His glasses were steamed over and he was wet to the bone. At least the water was warming up however. "Miguel Ortiz, I am going to kill you."
"Bring it on." Miguel beckoned with his hands, a dangerous, but playful gleam in his eye. It was meant to disarm Tim but all it did was enrage him. "You arrogant pig!" Tim yelled before launching himself at Miguel. Miguel, completely surprised the attack, went down as Tim landed on him.
Tim paused, not entirely sure of what to do. He was straddling Miguel, his hands pinning the other man to the floor by his shoulders. Miguel quirked his eyebrow. "Well sailor, what are you going to do now you have me?"
Tim sighed. "I have no idea." He looked at himself. "Iım soaked."
"So am I." Miguel grinned and winked at Tim. Tim frowned with puzzlement, and suddenly found himself being flipped over. He was lying on the tiles, with his Cuban room mate straddling him, grinning, a single strand of hair curling down his face. Timıs eyes widen and he tried to move, but Miguel pressed a finger against Timıs lips. He gently took off Timıs glasses and folded them, skimming them across the floor into the main room. He leant down close to Timıs ear. "Theyıll get broken if we keep up this activity. Thought theyıd be safer in there."
Tim was finding it difficult to breathe. "What activity do you mean?" he bluffed, knowing full well that this crossed from play fighting into something much deeper and much more sensual.
Miguel raise his eyebrow at Tim. "This activity," he breathed into Timıs ear. "Whatıs happening here."
Tim shivered slightly."What if I donıt want to keep up this activity?"
Miguel shrugged and smiled, both of them knowing that was the last thing going through Timıs mind. "Then Iıll move, you can go and get changed and Iıll have my shower."
Tim stared into those liquid eyes and wasnıt really surprised to see a hunger burning deep in them. A bit more surprising though, he could feel the same hunger burning inside himself. "And if I do?"
That wicked grin. "Theyıll be safer out there." Miguel dipped his head, so that his lips were mere millimetres from Timıs. "Are you scared?"
"A little." There was no pretending now, they both knew what was happening, and wanted to make sure the other knew. Tim was tensing slightly. Miguel stroked his hand along Timıs cheek. "I donıt want you to be scared of me."
"Iım not scared of you." Tim whispered, shrinking back slightly. "Iım just, apprehensive."
"Tim." Miguel sat back, letting Tim sit up. "Are you sure? Do you want to go along that path?"
Tim took a deep breath, realising words wouldnıt be enough to calm his friend. He leant forward and gently brushed his lips against Miguelıs, barely touching them. "Iım sure. I want this."
Miguelıs hand brushed through Timıs hair. He loosely held the back of Timıs head, pulling him closer. Tim closed his eyes, relishing in the feelings coursing through his body. Then, carefully, they kissed.
Something rushed through Tim as he felt those soft lips press against his. He relaxed in the embrace, mouth parting slightly. A tongue caressed his lips, and he opened his mouth, hungry to feel more of Miguel.
Their tongues met and caressed each other, even as hands reached to touch faces. Tim pressed forward more aggressively, his confidence rising with each passing moment. Miguel responded likewise, and they pressed together forcefully, bodies touching.
Finally, they broke apart, panting for air. Miguel gazed down at Tim, and Tim stared back, lust burning in both their eyes. Miguel stood, pulling on Timıs arm for him to stand as well. Miguel hit the shower off, then grabbed Tim, wrapping his arms around the other man, leaning back until he rested against the wall. Their mouths sought each other frantically, impatient to feel each other again.
Now though, their bodies were pushed against each other, one barely clothed, the other still fully dressed, both wet. Tim could feel smooth skin under his hands, which slid easily with the water that soaked them both. He could feel Miguelıs hands running along his sides, crossing at the back to wrap around and pull their closer.
Tim moaned slightly as Miguelıs hips pushed against his, sending a spike of desire straight to his groin. Miguel grabbed Timıs shirt at the sides and tugged on it, trying to pull it off.
Tim disengaged himself from Miguel and stepped back. Miguel frowned in confusion. "Are you okay? This isnıt too,"
Tim pulled off his shirt and threw himself at Miguel again. They were kissing and caressing, desperate to feel more and more of each other. Tim leaned back slightly to catch his breath. "Wow."
"Yeah." Miguel grinned, his lips slightly bruised. "Youıre rather, umm,"
"Feisty?" Tim finished with a laugh.
"Aggressive." Miguel corrected. He grabbed Tim and pulled him close, their bodies molding to each other. "That isnıt necessarily bad."
"Why Ortiz, I always saw you the aggressive one." Tim chuckled. Miguel smiled evilly. "Who says Iım not?"
"You just said you liked aggressive." Tim stated, plainly confused.
Miguel spun around, pulling Tim out of the shower, and towards the main room. "Aggressive can keep up with me," he whispered into Timıs ear. Tim heard the challenge in the words and smiled. "I can take what you throw at me Miguel."
"I should hope so." Miguel pushed Tim against the wall next to their bunk, and crushed their bodies together. Tim moaned into the mouth that was plundering his, his own hands pulling at Miguelıs waist, grinding their groins together.
Miguel moaned and pushed into Tim harder. They both noticed that their pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and they simultaneously slid their hands to the otherıs sides, fingers slipping into the waistbands. Miguel pulled back and looked at Tim. "You sure?"
Tim nipped the closest piece of flesh, in this case, Miguelıs throat. "How many times, yes, I am sure." He pulled at the boxerıs waist and tugged them over Miguelıs hips. "Now hurry up and get me out of these."
Miguel grinned. "How can I disobey a direct order?" he mumbled and pulled Timıs pants off, followed by his boxerıs. He trailed wet kisses along Timıs chest and stomach, gently teasing, avoiding his nipples carefully. Tim groaned and buried his hands in Miguelıs hair. How many times had he secretly dreamt of this, hiding his thoughts from the rest of the world?
Miguel knelt in front of Tim, his hands digging into Timıs buttocks as he pulled Tim closer to him. He leant forward and engulfed Timıs erection quickly, sucking hard. Tim gasped and his head fell backwards, hitting the wall. Miguel continued his careful administrations, his fingers squeezing and caressing as his mouth slid along Timıs length. Tim twined his fingers in the dark curls, guiding and encouraging, thrusting into Miguelıs mouth.
Tim could feel himself approaching the brink of absolute pleasure, his movements growing more frantic. Miguelıs hands werenıt so gentle now, digging into the flesh with a wild strength. Tim bucked again, coming deep in Miguelıs throat, his head smacking against the wall.
Tim collapsed to the floor bonelessly, wrapped in Miguelıs body. He could feel the other manıs erection pressing into his thigh, but needed to get his own breath back. His eyes were closed, and he could feel Miguel pushing his sweat soaked hair off his forehead. "Like that?" he whispered.
"Mm." Tim agreed. "Youıve done that before," he stated. He had always suspected his roommate, lover, was bisexual.
Silence followed. Tim opened his eyes and looked at Miguel, who had suddenly found the floor very interesting. "You have, havenıt you?"
"No. Iım as new to most this as you are," he looked at Tim. "I do have more self control than most people seem to think."
"I didnıt mean it like that." Tim kissed Miguel deeply and moved to suck on his earlobe. "I just thought,"
"Yeah, well, Iıve never actually had sex with a guy." Miguel laughed as Tim licked his ear. Encouraged, Tim tried again and was rewarded with another laugh. He licked behind the ear and moved his hand down onto Miguelıs chest, brushing over a nipple. Miguel shuddered, and Tim moved his attention, latching his mouth onto one of the browned nubs.
Miguel gasped loudly and ran his hands through Timıs hair. It was such a simple action, but it made Tim feel unbelievably sexy. He had never felt so desired as he did at the moment, with Miguel moaning and writhing under him.
Tim moved from one nipple to the other, giving it the same treatment, getting a louder reaction than ever. He slid down, licking across the flat stomach, tracing the muscles carefully, before moving down further.
His senses were flooded by things that he would forever associate with Miguel. A deep musky smell, familiar but unlike anything he had smelt. He felt heat radiating from the other man as he leant down and engulfed the cock with his mouth.
Miguel thrust against Tim, causing him to gag slightly, but he held on grimly, sucking like he saw Miguel do earlier. He relished in the taste of Miguel in his mouth, the faintly bitter and ever so sweet taste intoxicating him.
Miguel was burying his hands into Timıs hair, urging him on, pulling on his hair not so gently. Tim was amazed at how incredible Miguel felt, as he bucked and moaned under him. He was amazed at how he felt, so sexy, so desirable.
Miguel bucked again and cried out, shooting into Timıs mouth. Tim swallowed what he could, licking Miguel as he crawled back up to Miguelıs face, kissing him deeply. Miguel wrapped his arms around Tim, holding him close, relaxing into the loose embrace.
They lay there, kissing gently, stroking each otherıs bodies. Tim had never felt so contented in his life as he felt just then, wrapped in Miguelıs body, sated and relaxed.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Iım glad you threw that water over me."
Tim laughed quietly, unable to muster much energy. "Me too."
They lay in silence for a while longer. Miguel shifted slightly, snagging the quilt off Timıs bunk, pulling it over them. "Hey Tim," he whispered
"Yeah?"
Miguel swallowed uncomfortably. "I think, I think Iım falling in love with you." The words were barely audible.
Tim leant back to look at Miguel. His head was hanging down and he looked embarrassed. He went to speak but Miguel quickly said, "Itıs okay, I donıt except you to feel the same, and I," he choked, and Tim realised he was near crying, "I understand if you want to change room mates and shifts and all that."
Timıs face softened with pity. "Miguel, come here."
Miguel moved closer, his head still down. Tim wrapped his arms around the other man, then lifted his head with a finger under the chin.
Tears shone bright in Miguelıs eyes. Tim had never seen Miguel 'I can take on anything and anyone' Ortiz even near tears, let alone crying over someone.
Over him.
The thought struck Tim. Someone loved him so much that they were willing to let him go if he wanted to, no matter how much it hurt. He felt so strong in that love, and knew he could make Miguel strong again.
"I love you too, Miguel," he kissed him softly. "I love you so much it hurts to think of losing you, and makes me feel so strong to have you there, to know that someone loves me."
Miguel smiled, a smile so warm and so loving Tim thought that he could live on that alone. "Mi amor," Miguel whispered in his ear with a playful nip.
"Mi amor." Tim whispered back.
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