tim and eric, the fucking episdoed ;)

27 JULY 2014, 10:31 PM

And suddenly your hand is in his pants. This wasn't what you- or he- expected from this warm july evening, but you couldn't say the thought has never crossed your mind. Well, maybe it crossed it even more than once, if you're honest with

yourslef.
The evening started off rather nicely, with the two of you going to a cafee down the street, a block from his house. To get there, he rode his bike. Again, the cafe was one block from his house, but that is not enough of a

reason for him, it seemed. He arrived just when you got out of your car; wearing his leather biker jacket, a helmet and hipster ray bans. What a jackass.

You two greeted each other and entered the cafe. He affectionately put his hand over your shoulder for a few moments. Even though usually you didn't like that, this time youbwere ok with it and you let it stay there up until you sat at

a table. The cafe wasn't the cheapest but you liked the food so once in a while, for meeting your partner, it was OK. Err, creative partner. Comedic partner.... Whatever. You were partners... In multiple ways.
You both ordered something

to eat and drink, enjoying a pleasant chat while waiting for your order. He asked you about your kid. You said she was fine. You said Eric was among her first words. He smiled. The widest smile you have probably seen on him since....

Since the LA call probably. And that was... 10 years ago! Jesus... You have really been wrapped up in business. You never noticed 10 years go by. You didn't notice when he shaved off his dorky sideburns and let a fine beard grow out,

changed his hipster glasses into regular, rectangular, even though you worked with him side by side this whole time.

You discussed all the flaws and ways of your future show, its directing and casting. The idea was perfect. And it felt perfect to finally be back to TV. The evening was also perfect, you liked the quiet music, the smell of pastry

somewhere in the distance, you liked the way the lights fell around Eric, the way Eric giggled at your drunken nonsense, the way... You just liked Eric. And his cologne. You couldn't imagine knowing this man for nearly two decades. Hw

hasnt changed it since.
Just thinking about that brought a tear to your eye. You quickly wiped it away, smiled, and gave him a nice, long, bear hug.
You checked off, tipped the waiter, and left the place.
It was already the evening,

around 2000 o'clock.
You two stumbled out of the cafe, laughing about whatever, hands all over each other backs. Realizing you actually drank too much to drive your vechicles, you decided to stay the night at Eric's. You decided to go by foot, but still had

to hold on to each other, not to loose balance. You were drunkily trying to tell some story of how you met Gregg and ???, all the while looking at the taller man beside you. But the laugh was too contagious and you couldn't finish it.

He laughed so hard he had to take his glasses off and wipe at the corners of his eyes. The lights brought out the green in his darkish grey green blue... whatever eyes. Sometimes you weren't even sure of their color. You paused for a

moment. He finished and turned his head in your direcrion, smiling. You got a sudden urge to touch his face. To keep gazing into his eyes, to... kiss him. Oh, what were you thinking. This isn't right. Oh no. Your hands lazily made their

way to his face and held it, caressed it. He let out a huf of air and and a "Tim." You couldnt handle it. The moment was pwrfect.
You pulled him a little lower and let your lips collide. It felt like the qhole worlld just blew up in all

different places, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. And ooh, no, it wasnt the same as kissing him on camera for show, it wasnt the same AT ALL. You felt your knees failing at keeping up with their work and rapidly

turning into jello. His arms traveled down your back for support, to prevent you from falling down right there and then, drunk and on concrete floor of some street blocks from your home.
You blushed, embarrassed with being such a

schoolgirl and looked back up at him. He had the goofiest smile on and cheeks probably as skarlet as yours.
"I," you began, but the taller mans eyes were magnetizing this evening. Or maybe it was just the fine wine. You weren't sure.

You felt the urge to tug him down again and repeat the action. You did and as your toungues were exploring each others mouths, you felt your hand on your partners crotch.
"Tim, -" he breathed out, "- wait till we get home."
Your answer

was a quick peck on his lips. And a  palm on his chubs.

Eventually you got to his house, he fiddled with his keys for a while and when the door finally opened, you rushed inside, tearing your dumb coats down. Then came the scarves but

due to being drunk and lazy you left it at that and fell down on the couch, holding each other and planting various kisses all over each others faces. You ended up straddling him. Your hand went traveling south and landed on a trapped erection. You moved your hand up and down it a couple of times, to which you received an "umph" from Eric. Finally, you uzipped his grey khakis and put your hand inside his underwear. Oh my god, what if Marilyn finds out about this.........


"Eric... Fuck, -" you exclaim as you take out his dick. You stroke it and feel his hand ride up your thigh. After another stroke you hear a whimper, coming from beneath you. Your mind is clouded both with wine nd with lust and with god

knows what else, you can't think about Marilyn anymore as your shirt is partically torn off and thrown on the floor, your mouth is occqupied with a tounge that doesnt belong to you, and your dick tight in your pants. "Eric, Eric.. I

love you," -  you whisper in his ear, as he trails kisses down your neck. Your erection is getting uncomfortable tight in your pants and he seems to notice that, as his hands are already unbuckling your belt and unzipping them. You felt

the room float, and not to float away with it, you gripped on his shirt and tugged him closer to you. The kisses were intoxicating and you felt like you couldnt stop. like nothing on this earth cold make you stop. You moved your hand

and brought  your erections together, earning a moan from the brnette. You began moving your fist up and down, jerking you both off. It was called... something like frotting. You weren't sure though, becase frankly, you were not

interested in gay wocabulary and it was yor first time doing this. But yes, you thought what you were doing was frotting . And now, extremely close to release, you coldn't stop thinking abot the terminology of the act you were performing. With your partner. With your best friend. Oh god.
You slowed down a bit just to look at his face. And man, was he a mess. But a beatiful mess. His wavy brunette hair all messed up, some sticking to his forehead. His glasses were a bit misplaced, his eyes closed, bt you were sure

if they opened, they would be clouded with pleasre. His cheeks red, actally, his whole face red, and his moth agape. Damn, even in this state, you couldn't deny he was handsome. So handsome... You've always thought so, but in your

heterosexual, straight friendship you couldn't just say that. Fortnately, in the last couple years you friendship became less... heterosexual. Yes, it has. And you would lie if you said you weren't glad about it.
"Tim," - he said, his eyes now open and looking straight into yours, fishing you out of your thoughts, - "Could you, uh... what's with the hold up?"
You hesitated. You didn't know. "I don't know," - you said, your and his dicks still together in your hand. He brought his hand from your waist up to your back and lowered you above him. You kissed again, your right hand travelling under his shirt. "I just," - you managed between kisses, - "I want to remember that-- this, us-- " he shut you up with another kiss and said, - "I love you too." This triggered something in you, your moth gravitated back to his, and your left hand began moving again. As hard as you wanted to remember every moment of this and every inch of his body, tomorrow morning you probably wouldn't. And even more, your guilt wouldn't let you. God damn it, you were married and had a daughter!
Soon enough, you both came, cum landing on his shirt and some on both of your bellies. Panting, you fell asleep on each other. You probably won't remember this in the morning. Or couldn't bring yourself to.
Damn,,,,,