This story takes place during the two years between the end of TCTLR and the start of The Exchange
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Timothée sat on the top deck of the yacht, swigging a beer whilst he looked out at the approaching harbour.
The sky glowed as if it were on fire; clouds beamed pink, their edges lined with glitter, the ocean beneath sparkling with such an intensity Tim had started to wish he had taken his sunglasses from their bedroom.
The sun had begun its descent.
Tim’s feet dangled over the edge of the decking. He wore only a pair of pale blue swim shorts. His hair was still damp after snorkelling before lunch. His usually pale skin glistened with a soft tan, thanks to three days of sunbathing and frolicking on this huge boat that had became his second home during the summer months.
The view before Tim reflected in the greens of his eyes; as he sat in silence, with only seagulls squawking above for company, he found himself smiling.
Everything’s worked out.
His career was back on track, he had successfully auditioned for Wonka and got the part, he had started playing the guitar in preparation for his role as Bob Dylan in an upcoming biopic and he had finished filming Dune Part Two, meaning he had a whole however many weeks to spend with a person that millions of people around the world thought he no longer communicated with - his one and only secret, Armie Hammer.
He and Armie had learned that the two of them had been labelled with the name ‘Charmie’, thanks to the dozens of fan fiction, fan art and fan montages out there on the internet.
Some social media accounts were dedicated to their friendship, their times together promoting Call Me By Your Name, their connection on camera and off camera …
Conspiracy theories and wild speculation tapped into the idea of them actually being a couple …
Tim smirked, taking another swig of his beer as the coast continued its approach.
If only they knew, Tim thought.
Tim glanced down past his knees as he felt the warmth of Armie’s palm arrive around his left foot.
On the deck three feet below, Armie stood in briefs and a vest, his hand reaching up to curl tighter around Tim’s left ankle, his content stare twinkling up at Tim.
Tim moved his foot towards Armie’s mouth, where his big toe pressed gently against Armie’s lips.
Armie kept his eyes on Tim as he kissed Tim’s big toe, his fingertips caressing the sides of Tim’s foot as Tim held his beer in his lap and ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth.
“Come up,” Tim whispered.
Armie kissed Tim’s foot one more time before letting it go.
He hopped on a ladder attached to the deck he stood on and the one above, where he then climbed up and arrived at Tim’s level.
He sat beside him, dangling his feet over the edge of the decking just like Tim, his hand reaching into Tim’s lap where he picked the beer out from between his thighs.
He took a sip and then handed the beer back to Tim, who had not stopped looking at Armie’s face as soon as Armie had planted himself so close next to him that their shoulders rubbed.
Armie acknowledged Tim’s constant stare and decided to shine a light on it.
“You’re happy, aren’t you,” Armie declared.
Tim gulped down some fizz from the beer and dropped his head over his chest.
“There isn’t a part of me you haven’t figured out, is there,” Tim spoke with a husky tone - after all, he had been laughing, shouting and bellowing his voice for the best part of seventy two hours …
Armie tucked some wet curls behind Tim’s right ear, “I’ve seen you, kid. They very core of you. There’s nothing you can’t hide.”
Tim pressed the neck of his beer against his chin as Armie continued to tidy up his messy head of hair.
“The house looks huge. Bigger than the photos,” Tim lifted his head, his eyes narrowing out into the distance as Armie’s Italian hideaway began to sharpen into focus.
“You’ll love it,” Armie wrapped his arm around Tim’s shoulders, tugging him closer, “No one knows we’re here.”
Tim rested his head against Armie’s.
“… Fucking paradise …” Tim murmured.
Tim stood in navy espadrilles and the same pale blue swim shorts he had worn since boarding Armie’s yacht, however now, instead of standing on decking, he stood on pristine marble flooring.
He removed his RayBans and allowed his mouth to fall open as he took in his surroundings.
The living area contained a giant square sofa that could easily seat thirty. In the middle of the far wall was a fire place made up of giant stone and pebbling. The wall to ceiling windows all hung open, welcoming a sea breeze into the huge home with only billowing linen curtains threatening to keep the cool air away.
There were twelve bedrooms and three bathrooms, two kitchens and four snugs. In the far corner of the house was a library and beneath them a wine cellar.
As Tim continued to walk through a home designed and built by Armie’s multimillionaire father back in the mid seventies, an insect jumped into the low hanging gap that made up Tim’s jaw dropping shock.
Tim coughed and spat, wiping the tiny insect away, pressing his lips together in an attempt to not let anymore bugs whizz into a mouth he now had to force shut.
Tim draped a bright yellow towel over his back as he popped his oversized sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose, where he soon arrived in the garden.
“I just got lost …” Tim slid his hands through his thick curls of hair, slicking them towards the back of his head, “… Twice …” he chuckled.
Armie stood by the barbecue, where he tossed burger patties and adjusted the dial controlling the flames that currently heated through some fresh chicken, “That used to happen to me all the time,” he stepped back as the burgers sizzled, “When I was a kid I could run laps in this place. It’s awesome for hide and seek, believe m—“
“—WAAAA HOOOOOOOO!—”
Armie jolted as Tim sped past him, flung his towel aside, kicked off his espadrilles and threw himself into he air, where he hugged his knees and bombed into the swimming pool, creating an almighty …
SPLASH! 💦
Armie grinned as he watched Tim burst out of the water, shaking his sunglasses away from his head, his face saturated in the thrill of his decision to just jump right in unexpectedly.
“I thought you were hungry!” Armie gestured to the upcoming burgers, some of the splash landing over his torso in a gentle drench.
“Alright, Hammer,” Tim kept his head above the surface as he trod water, “Give me your best dive, show me what you got, man!”
Without hesitation, Armie dropped the spatula and shrugged off his now damp open shirt.
“You’re asking for it,” Armie warned, slipping out of his sliders, “That pool turns me into a shark …”
Tim found himself unable to control his laughter as he kicked through the water and made room for Armie, who expertly leapt from the edge of the pool and into the water, in one elegant and almost professional dive.
His golden body pierced through the waves of blue, his straightened form and agile strength taking him directly towards Tim’s legs.
“Agh!” Tim yelped as Armie bear hugged his thighs, lifting him out of the water where he then slammed him back down through its surface, taking them both in a clumsy splash through the chlorinated expanse, where they tumbled and wrestled through the bubbles, tickling, grappling and embracing each other in a playful twirl until they finally burst out at either ends of the pool.
Breathless and soaked, Armie and Tim glared at each other with a vigorous passion that scoured each of their faces, the scowl burning under the droplet soaked lengths of their eyelashes.
Tim swum over to Armie first, bouncing on his toes with enough of a jump so that he could wrap his arms and legs around Armie’s body in a kuala-style hug.
The pool water sploshed around them as Armie closed his eyes, curled his arms around Tim’s waist and kissed him on the lips.
Tim closed his eyes and kissed Armie back, dropping his head over the back of his shoulders, allowing Armie to explore his throat and collar bone with his lips.
Armie moaned into Tim’s flesh as the sun continued to set, the burgers still persistent in their sizzling, the wine in the ice bucket ready to soon be poured …
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The moon shone down over the large garden and pool area as Armie and Tim lay on an outside bed.
The bed was made up of four wooden posts that reached up to a low draping linen roof. The mattress was soft and squishy, the pillows large in their size and quantity.
Nestled side by side, their stomachs full with beef, chardonnay and chocolate cake, both Armie and Tim simply stared up through the linen high above them, where they could just about make out stars behind the thin, almost transparent material as it blew in the evening breeze.
Tim sniffed in quickly, his legs crossing at the knee, his waist shuffling over slightly so that he could rest most of his weight into Armie.
Armie opened out his left arm, giving Tim room to rest his head over the furs of his chest.
“You just had a thought?” Armie enquired.
Tim nodded quietly, his fingernails combing through Armie’s chest hair as the satisfied feeling of two cheeseburgers in his tummy continued to sooth him into a restful daze.
“It wouldn’t be the same,” Tim announced, “If this place was somewhere else.”
Armie breathed in the scent of lingering barbecue smoke as crickets chirped in the many bushes surrounding the garden.
“Italy is our place,” Armie spoke as if stating a fact, “Feels like it was only yesterday we were here, filming with Luca …” he scoffed in disbelief, still unable to comprehend how much his fantasies in the past had transformed into such a viscerally incredible reality right now, “… If someone had told me back then what would happen, I …”
“… I think we should always come back here,” Tim decided, “It feels like a dream. The mountains, the silence, it’s meant to be.”
Armie pressed his nose against Tim’s hair and inhaled a mixture of sea salt, chlorine and cooked meat.
His eyes took in the towering hills and valleys that felt like walls of protection, overshadowing this huge villa that looked like a tiny house in comparison to the overwhelming Italian countryside gathered around it.
“Here, we can be whoever we want to be, we can do whatever we want to do…” Armie whispered.
Tim slid his hand down below his waist and rested his palm over Armie’s growing bulge as the barbecue continued to cool down.
Armie slid away from Tim and then shuffled over him, where he straddled his waist.
Tim blinked out of his nearing slumber as Armie sank his weight over Tim’s hips.
Armie curled both of his hands around each of Tim’s wrists and gently lifted them above his head, pinning them down over the pillows, exposing the deep tufts of Tim’s underarm hair as his armpits were stretched open.
Tim tried to contain his smile but his approaching arousal lifted his lips into a wondering sneer.
“You’ve caught me,” he said.
Armie so desperately wanted to invade each underarm, he so madly wanted to force his fingers deep within each moist cavern, but he refrained from ruining such a perfect moment with uncontrollable greed.
“Tomorrow morning, when the sun comes up …” Armie moved his torso down so that his chest pressed against Tim’s, his lips whispering into the depths of Tim’s jawline, “… I’m having you, on this very bed, for all of Italy to see …”
Tim’s eyelashes fluttered shut as Armie began to lick and suck on his left earlobe.
“… My … My armpits?” After all this time, Tim still wanted to know, to be ahead, to have a pre understanding of what to expect, of how to possibly cope …
Armie continued to nibble on Tim’s ear.
After all this time, Armie thought, he never learns …
“… You’ll find out tomorrow …” Armie purred.
Tim woke to the Italian morning sun beaming down over he and the outside bed.
His eyes peeled open, his right hand beside his face being the first thing to greet him.
He lay dressed still in his swim shorts, now bone dry thanks to the humidity, his once damp curls of hair warmed into a tangle over his forehead.
Before he could fully wake, Tim felt the crisp bedsheets sliding away from his body.
Like a table cloth being swooped out from under delicate china, the sheets were swiftly removed, leaving him curled up in the middle of the mattress hugging his knees and squinting his eyes as the sun continued in its rise.
Armie dropped the sheets in a unbothered bundle and began to fulfil the mission statement he had set before they had fallen asleep.
Standing entirely naked and fully erect, Armie crawled onto the bed and kissed Tim on his chest.
Unravelling him from his foetal position, as if he were picking free a small chocolate from a plastic wrapper, Armie carefully positioned Tim’s arms and legs into the spread eagle position whilst Tim lay grinning.
“Already?” Tim lifted his head and hungrily tried to catch Armie’s mouth with his teeth, a snarl leaving his lips, but Armie dodged the attempt and instead landed his own mouth against Tim’s neck, kissing his jaw, sucking on his flesh, causing Tim to squirm into himself with a grunt and a chortle contained at the back of his throat, “—Jesus—“ he huffed, “—You’re relentless …”
Armie placed Tim’s right wrist to the right corner of the bed and looped it through a loose loop of white rope tied to the wooden banister, “You wouldn’t have it any other way …” Armie murmured, as he tied Tim’s left wrist through the next loop of rope connected to the top left banister, “… Does it offend you?” Armie cupped Tim’s bulge, causing the twenty six year old to hiss, before resting his palm over Tim’s growing arousal as Tim arched his back and dug his heels into the mattress.
“Give me a minute,” Tim smirked devilishly, his arms now restrained to each top corner of the bed as his tanned torso writhed around over a mattress stained with boiling sunshine, Armie now crawling down to Tim’s feet where he got down on all fours, offering Tim an obvious sight of his buttocks and balls, his hands looping Tim’s left ankle through rope, then his right ankle through another length of rope, successfully tying his legs apart, “Mnn—“ Tim bit his upper lip at the sight before him, his erection now solid and thick behind his swim shorts.
Armie peered over his shoulder as he finished fully restraining Tim to the poolside bed, his eager glance asking ‘Is the view helping?’
Tim pressed his chin over his chest as he glanced down at the throbbing chunk lifting his swim shorts, nodding quickly.
“It’s so warm,” Tim panted, “I’m gonna burn,” he acknowledged a ray of light clawing over his stomach, the power of the sun already heating his skin, “What time is it?”
Armie slid off the mattress and walked his bare feet over flat stone, bird song joining his stride as a buzz and haze of heat began its ripple around the swimming pool, “You’ll be moving too much to stay in the sun for too long,” Armie ignored Tim’s enquiry of time, “I’ll make sure the only red on you is the red on your cheeks …” he arrived at the top of the bed and picked up a pre placed item from the floor, “… As you beg me to stop …” Armie felt his cock twitch as he spoke out words practiced in his dreams, his fingertips pinching hold of the item where they journeyed it towards Tim’s head.
Tim gasped quietly as a blindfold arrived around his eyes.
“O, okay—“ Tim bit his upper lip and flexed the fingers of his hands as he jolted to the left, “—Wait, what are you …” Tim’s nostrils flared as he smiled playfully, “… Where are you gonna …”
Armie adjusted the blindfold so that it sat snug over the top half of Tim’s face, “… Shhh … It’s nowhere I haven’t explored before …”
Tim sank his weight into the mattress as he stared into nothing but black; all he could see was darkness, all he could feel was the rope around his wrists and ankles loosely pinning him in a starfish shape, the throb of his cock behind his swim shorts, the burn of the sunshine across various parts of his body all sensations he took on, one by one …
There were few spots on Tim’s flesh that Armie had not devoured, those places would be touched upon in the future, but for now, the only place Armie had any dire and lustful interest in was—
“—My feet—“ Tim tutted as the toes of his right foot curled into a tight clench, “—you’re in a classic mood—“ he licked his lips and widened his jaw into a firmly clenched grin as Armie’s tongue arrived around his right heel in the form of a solid and wet press, “—Mnn—“ Tim giggled into his shoulder as Armie’s tongue slid up his sole, “—Don’t, don’t do it —“ Tim urged …
Tim felt Armie’s fingertips arrive around the sides of his right foot, holding it in place as Tim tugged his right leg, “When I hear ‘don’t do it’,” Armie took Tim’s right index toe in his mouth, “I just hear ‘do it, do it’, instead …” he explained, his lips sucking on Tim’s index toe, causing Tim to raise both eyebrows and throw his body to the left.
“—Damn!—“ Tim growled.
Armie laid his weight over Tim’s right leg and contained Tim’s foot under his chest, at the corner of the bed.
“This toe …” his lips brushed against the tip of Tim’s index toe as he spoke, “… It’s electric, one of the most sensitive spots on your body …” he sucked on it once again, as if it were a lollipop, this time scratching all ten fingertips around either side of Tim’s right foot as he did so, “… Do you wish I’d never discovered it?”
Tim threw his head forwards and leapt off the mattress, his bondage pulling him back down with a bounce.
“I wish a lotta things!” Tim hissed, his eyes glaring behind the blindfold, “Aw, come on, not that toe …”
The trickling of fountain water and the chirp and buzz of nearby wildlife surrounded the poolside bed as Armie chortled in excitement, holding Tim’s foot still beneath his mouth; his tongue, teeth and lips sucking, slurping and nibbling on ‘that toe’, where he hungrily tormented the fleshy, lengthy, long shape that had quite suddenly fallen victim to Armie’s relentless methods.
Tim thrashed across the mattress, his foot squirming and flexing in Armie’s hold as his right index toe and his right index toe only endured the strength and force of Armie’s mouth; he heaved and huffed, gasping into his shoulder, laughing in a way only this kind of tickle torture could make him laugh, “—Gah ha!—“ he grinned so hard his jaw had started to ache, his neck full with hysteria, his stomach tight with intensity, “—Gah hahaha! Gah! Mnn!—“
Tim found himself leaping once more an inch or so above the bed, his legs and arms splaying into a star, his land heavy and impactful; all the while, Armie kept that foot in his grasp, he kept that toe in his mouth, until the very tip popped free, leaving Tim panting for breath and Armie licking the taste of Tim’s right index toe from his mouth.
Tim pressed his lips shut and quickly breathed in and out through flared nostrils; only a second or two into his recovery, he felt Armie’s fingertips invade his mouth in the form of a careful and considerate nudge, where Tim widened his jaw and allowed three of Armie’s fingers entry.
With only darkness for sight, Tim continued to observe the sounds and sensations around him as the sun persisted in its boil, so much so that a thin layer of sweat had developed over each of Tim’s cheeks; there were picking noises, crunching, tweeting … And there was also ‘nothing’, that strange vibration of just hot, thick air that was equally as deafening as it was silent.
Tim sucked on Armie’s fingers as they hooked onto his lower row of teeth, “—Mnn—“, only for him to then feel them slip away and slide down his throat, over his chest and down his stomach where they then hooked onto something else - the waist band of his swim shorts.
Tim helped Armie out by arching his back and lifting his butt, as his swim shorts were tugged inch by inch away from his waist, he felt proud at how perfectly his cock sprung free, it’s rock solid presentation flinging into a standing stance as soon as the swim shorts made their way closer towards his knees.
“—Damn—“ Tim glanced to the left and then glanced to the right, his senses always on high alert, always confused by the various noises constantly taking place amongst the poolside, the bushes, the greenery, the landscape towering above them, “—Pee, people are gonna—“, Tim bit his upper lip as he felt Armie cut away at his shorts, tearing them to shreds with what could only have been a butter knife from their barbecue last night, “—whatifpeoplesee—“, Tim whispered out his fragile concern quickly, urgently, half of him caring so very much about this outdoor risk, the other half not giving one single shit in the slightest …
“Shhh … the closest house is four miles up the hill,” Armie ripped away Tim’s swim shorts, transforming him into a completely naked, tied apart, fully erect young sub with sunlight for clothing, “If they have a telescope, they’re in for the show of their life,” Armie threw the cut up material to the side, “Otherwise, it’s their loss …”
Tim’s grinned dropped into a relaxed smile as he felt Armie gather his weight across the bottom of his left leg, scooping Tim’s left foot into a tight fold of his arms at the corner of the bed, where he began to softly kiss and purr against the tips of Tim’s toes.
“Yeah, alright!” Tim rested his head on the pillow, “Do that for the rest of the morning, sure,” Tim smirked, Armie’s lips pecking and smooching across the tops and betweens of his toes, “That feels good …” his eyelashes fluttered against the inside of the blindfold, his left foot twitching inward as Armie blew delicate coo’s of warm breath against the top of his foot, “… I like that,” he admitted, “Are you gonna come up here anytime soon?” Tim rolled his hips, gesturing to his tall standing, throbbing erection as it hovered from side to side over his navel.
“You’re giving me Tim 2020 vibes, kid … ” Armie joked, his teeth nipping at Tim’s pinkie toe, “… You’re asking too many questions …”
Tim winced and kicked his leg, his torso lifting from the mattress as he peered through his blindfold, his eyes aimed at the bottom of the bed, “Ah! Wait, what is—“ Tim could not help but scrunch all five of his left toes into a defensive and determined clench, “—Is that a—“ turns out, the picking noise earlier was Armie snatching a singular blade of grass from the surrounding shrubbery, where he now used its surprisingly long length to explore around and between Tim’s toes, causing the young actor to giggle with such strength he had started to splutter.
Tim threw his legs forward and then tried to take them back; he actioned this rampant yank once, twice, three times, “—Damn, that’s ticklish!—“ he declared, his toes trying their best to curl and writhe away from the soft yet sharp tip of the blade of grass as it slid, dragged, poked and brushed around the base, tops and sides of Tim’s toes, its shape held expertly between Armie’s index finger and thumb, “—Alright, enough with the toes!—“ Armie was right, the only red on his body at the moment was not from the sun, but from the red on his cheeks as he begged Armie to stop, “—Enough with the toes!”
Tim felt flustered and frustrated as Armie continued to explore his toes with the blade of grass - not only did such a sensation feel playfully tormenting, he had other aspects of his outside bondage to deal with; at times, he would feel the sudden arrival of a bug on his neck, causing him to jump to the right, or a wasp buzz past his ear, causing him to leap to the left …
He was attacked constantly, by the harmless audience that filled the poolside - it wasn’t just Armie that wanted to abuse Tim in his exposed and vulnerable position - they all wanted a piece!
If it was not an faint tickle by Tim’s thigh, it was the thought of an ant crawling up his right sole, if it was not a flicker of a dot jumping from his nipple to his side, it was the whizz of a ladybug shooting over his bicep …
To deal with Armie’s torment, as well as the random and sporadic attempts from the Italian nature, Tim thought it best to just kick, squirm and thrash in his star fish position, his laughter and giggles arriving in the form of furious shouts and shrieks, all whilst the morning sun beamed over his naked and erect form.
“Stop!—“ Tim huffed, “—Stop with the toes!—“ he hurtled to the far side of the bed, his wrist restraints creaking as he did so, “—Aw, come on, man! Go someplace else, I’m serious, I mean it!—“ all five of his toes splayed into a passionate flex as Armie sent the blade of grass around his left index toe, “—Oh shit, oh shit, oh shheeheheheheheheeheheeet!—“
Tim had no choice but to hold off on the begging as laughter took over his throat, his voice now only able to expel his pleasured distress in the form of a deep toned bellow, “—Gah! AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH! OH! AHAHAHAAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! AH! OH! AHAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHA!—“
Tim’s face was creased up, his grin so wide that it almost took up the entire bottom half of his face, his feet and legs kicking and squirming with such vigour that Armie shook as he contained Tim’s ankle beneath his chest, “—AGH! GAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAHA! AHAHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD, ENOUGH WITH THE TOES, I’M SERIOUS, MAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAAN!—“
—Tim leapt so high and so suddenly that Armie was thrown forwards, his hand losing grip of the grass, the morning breeze taking it away from him, almost as if it was on Tim’s side, where it blew it out onto the surface of the swimming pool, the blade becoming consumed by blue and chlorine as it sank into the pools depths.
Seeing, feeling, hearing Tim expel such maddened laugher, from something as simple, as normal, as ordinary as a blade of grass, had caused Armie to feel so aroused that pre cum had started to poke out of the tip of his erection, where it rolled down a shaft so thick and solid that if you were to take hold of it with your eyes closed, you’d be tricked to thinking you were grasping the handle of an almighty sword.
Armie had no choice but to reach into the depths of Tim’s mind and pick out additional details as to why the grass drove him so wild.
“How did that feel, Timmy?” Armie shuffled over to Tim’s right foot once again, “Describe it, in a single sentence …”
Tim growled as he wiggled his toes in an attempt to rid the itchiness between them, “—It was like a damn itch I couldn’t scratch—” Tim chuckled in disbelief, his body stiffening in alarm as he felt Armie arrive around his right sole, “Ar, Armie—” Tim tried to push the blindfold away from his face by rubbing it against his shoulder, “Wait a sec, lemme see what you’re doing, I, I wanna see what you’re—” he squealed, his cock still throbbing and wobbling from side to side as he wriggled across the mattress, “Yo, not that foot, man! That’s the worst one!—“, Tim kept air between his cheeks, allowing them to bulge like balloons, as he failed at removing his blindfold whilst enduring the feeling of Armie’s saliva as it drooped and dribbled down in thick amounts over the sole of his right foot, “Mnn, damn—“
“—Shall I tell your friends about your weakness, Tim?” Armie reached out for his third and final tool to this brief session, a moment within the morning that worked more as a wake up call and a reminder of who was in charge, “Your Dune cast mates, perhaps? The people you worked with on Wonka … ? Shall I tell them how ticklish you are? How you can’t stand having your feet played with, your toes touched?” Armie continued to spew oozy lines of dribble over Tim’s sole as Tim grunted, kicked and huffed behind him, his limbs pulling naturally on his restraints, “I’m sure they would love to know aaaaaall about how you can’t handle a hairbrush gliding down the bottom of your—”
“—What mother fucking shit did you hide out here!—“ Tim threw his head back against the pillow as he felt dozens of plastic bristles scrub against the arch of his right sole, “—GRRAAGHH!—“ he stared through pitch black as the rays of heat glowed over his thrashing, naked form, a few ants journeying up his right shoulder, causing him to giggle and wriggle across the poolside bed as Armie continued to run the hairbrush over the bottom of his right foot, its glide now nearing the soft chunk of his heel, “—MNN, oh, oh, ahahaha! Agahahaha! Aagahahahaha! Agh-ha! Agh-ha! Agh-ha!—“
Tim did not want to giggle with such a high pitched scream tinged to how he delivered his expel of hysteria, but he had no control over how the laughter left his lungs, his throat bobbing with such force that the veins of his neck had now thickened into a non stop, always present throb, “—No! No! Noahahahah! Ahahaahahaha! Aaaaaah! Agahahahahaha! Agahahahahaah!—“ He had no squirmed so hard and writhed with such a panic to his tugs and kicks that the ropes that made up his bondage had started to loosen a little, allowing him to flail around with much more freedom as Armie ran the hairbrush from side to side across his right sole, “—AGHA! AHAHAHA! AGAHAHAAH! AGAHAHA! AGAHAHAHA! STOP! AGAHAHA! AGAHAHA! AGAHAHA! STOP! PLEASE! ARMIE, COME ON!—“
Armie positioned himself into a seated position, where he perched down over the corner of the bed and sat down over Tim’s right shin, capturing his foot between his thighs, his balls resting over Tim’s ankle; Armie tightened his legs together, capturing Tim’s foot in place, keeping it still so he could effortlessly run the hairbrush across the base of Tim’s toes, causing the young actor to hurtle himself into the air as shrieks and alarmed yelps left his chest.
“—NO-AGHHHH! NO-AAAAAAHHH! NO-AAAAHHHHHH!—“
Armie chuckled as Tim forgot his surroundings - he did not seem to care that his cries would echo out into the Italian valleys - so far they had scared away some birds nesting in the trees above, they had started a few grasshoppers hanging around the bushes nearby - maybe soon they would alert the families and couples waking for breakfast miles away? - Armie welcomed the disturbance, he loved how loud Tim cried, how hard he laughed, how breathless his giggles had become, all because of one airport-purchased two dollar hairbrush sliding from left to right, side to side, over dribble-soaked, hyper sensitive flesh …
“How about I get you to pick?” Armie pursed his lips as he struggled to contain Tim’s foot between his thighs, “Yes, I’ll do that - and you must answer honestly, otherwise I won’t let you go Tim, you know I won’t …” Armie felt his cock stiffen as Tim’s growls and grunts became animalistic between his cartoonish giggles, his body and mind unable to handle the hairbrush for a second longer, “… How does that sound?”
Tim’s eyes watered behind the blindfold as he continued to leap and hurtle across the bed, the pillows now falling away from the mattress as he threw his head across his chest, “—Pick? Pick! What do you meeeeean?—” He squealed, “—What do you meeeeean!—” He squealed again.
“Do you choose Zendaya?” Armie enquired, as he scrubbed the hairbrush across the sides of Tim’s right foot, “And her long, sharp nails that I’ll pay her to run up and down both of your toe tied, baby oil drenched soles, locked within the stocks, for hours and hours on end?”
Tim thrashed to the left, his arms now loose enough for him to grab at the blindfold and yank it away from his face, “Mnn, no, fuck that! Fuck that! She tickles me all the time, fuck!—“ he blinked away blurred vision, his entire body now soaked in a thin layer of perspiration as his naked body was tinged a golden brown by the sun shining through the linen roof of the poolside bed, “—Pfft! Pfftt!—“ he spat out another bug as it whizzed into a mouth he felt unable to close, thanks to how much he huffed, panted, puffed and giggled …
“Or is it Austin?” Armie grinned as he felt Tim’s physical reactions increase in vigour, as soon as he took the hairbrush to the silky chunk that made up Tim’s arch, “I think he’d have a fantastic time ruining you, an electric toothbrush over each armpit, his tall, muscular frame straddling your narrow, slim waist …”
Tim felt almost free as he continued to thrash, his hands now able to reach his chest, however his ankles were still too tightly tied apart, “—Aus, Austin! I pick Austin, I can take him, he’s a mother fucking pussy—” Tim howled and kicked, his now sweaty butt sliding across the bed as another insect whizzed under his nose, causing him to splutter and heave, his head twisting away, “Jesus Christ, man! The fucking bugs! The fucking brush! Come on, stop, that’s enough!—“
“Or is it Florence?” Despite Tim calling out his choice, Armie continued to ponder as he discarded the brush and used all ten of his fingers to comb across Tim’s right sole, sending the curly haired heartthrob to erupt into further giggles and relentless kicking behind him, “She seems the playful type. I’d imagine she’d gag you with her panties, or something like that—” Armie peered over his shoulder, where he caught a glimpse of Tim’s blindfold-less expression; he seemed furious, aroused, enraged, excited, his cheeks flushing red, his eyes boiling into a fierce narrowed scowl, his erection slapping against his waist with every thrust, “Hey! Maybe I’ll talk all three of them into driving you nuts, how does that sound, kid? Remember, answer honestly … ”
“—Alright, alright!—“ Tim bounced on the spot, his face now aimed at the linen billowing above, “I, I pick Zendaya!—“ he repeated, the heat of the sun, the buzz of the bugs, the tickling Armie inflicted now all becoming far too much for him to deal with, “I pick Zendaya, for real, okay! Oh fuck, Armie, please, I can’t breathe! Stop, please, Armie—“ he used all the energy in his lungs to expel one last final call for help, “—Icanttakeanymore—“ he wheezed.
Armie’s fingernail scratch across Tim’s sole transformed into a smoothing rub, as he massaged Tim’s right foot and shuffled into a laid down position, resting his weight over Tim’s leg once again where he began to kiss and lick Tim’s toes, allowing Tim to catch his breath and sink his weight into the poolside bed.
“Shh, it’s alright, breathe in, breathe out … I’ve got you,” Armie rested his lips against Tim’s right big toe and whispered out his reassurance, “… You’re good, kid, you’re good …”
Tim lay sprawled out, his chest lifting and dropping, as Armie untied his ankles and wrists, making his way towards him in a careful crawl.
Tim smirked as Armie kissed his thigh, then his balls, then the base of his cock.
“That was ….” Tim wanted to say the word intense, he wanted to say ‘a lot’, he wanted to describe his ordeal as ‘incredible’ … But he had used those words hundreds, thousands, millions of times before whilst bound under Armie’s dedicated need to transform him from peaceful and calm to flustered and desperate, so for now he decided to use no words at all, because quite simply, sometimes, there were no words to describe how Armie could make him feel …
"Why did you choose her?” Armie asked, his blue eyes peering past Tim’s erection as it stood throbbing by his nose.
Tim searched the poolside for a way to describe the reasons why he screamed out one of his best friends names.
“She’s kinder than the others,” Tim lifted his shoulders and ran his fingertips through the blonde tufts of Armie’s hair, “I think she’d show mercy.”
Armie curled his hand around Tim’s cock, “Shall I show mercy now?” He asked.
Tim’s smirk developed into a wondering grin as he clenched his teeth and lay back down, tucking his hands behind his head as he felt the wet warmth of Armie’s mouth consume his erection, where he found himself pleading once again, this time in different manner.
“… Please, please don’t …” he begged.
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