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The shield that you own - 4

“How come you never ask me any questions?”

Jack remembered how back then Tim had asked him that, almost offended, after he had badgered him for months with every conceivable question about himself and his job and Jack, flattered by Tim's interest, had always gladly answered, in more and more detail as time went on.

“It's useful to keep a certain distance in my job. It's nothing personal,” Jack had replied and Tim had wrinkled his nose and asked, “Is that a line from ‘Bodyguard’?”

Jack had laughed. “I don't know.”

It had been a small attempt not to run too blindly into disaster, because Jack had realized early on that Tim firstly liked to talk about saucy and raunchy subjects and secondly had great fun teasing Jack with it.

But Tim was of course clever and cheeky enough to get around this imbalance of getting to know each other even without Jack asking him questions, he just talked a lot about himself, not seldom in all those salacious details, or simply asked the questions he wanted to be asked himself.

“So Timmy, I have a question: did you ever have an orgy? Well, Jack, thanks for asking. Not quite sure if it counts but Summer camp 2010, me and a friend sneaked in the girl's tent to find our girlfriends, but it was so dark, we accidentally kissed the wrong ones. They didn’t seem to mind, though, the whole tent was giggling and they challenged us with a kissing contest. It was wild! Eager girls, horny guys, lots of saliva and groping and touching, other body liquids..." Tim's smile turned into a proud grin, "and I might even have sucked my friend's cock on this occasion.” It was obvious that Tim loved to talk about how he had been desired by girls and boys alike since he was young.

The proud grin turned into a cheeky one. “Sooo what about you, Jack? Any experiences with orgies?”

Yes, Tim definitely had far too much fun teasing Jack and that hadn't changed until today.

But what had changed, when Jack thought back, was Tim's insouciance, silliness, quirkiness that he had in these days. It was still there, but it appeared less and less frequently.

That was one of the reasons why Jack had been looking forward to their visit to Korea so much. He knew from experience that Asia was always an escape for Tim into another world, a possibility to leave his Hollywood made problems behind, and the otherness of an Asian country, the foreign culture, distracted him to such an extent that he was carefree and lighthearted in a way he rarely was otherwise.

And that's how it was.

Seoul was as plush as the plush flowers Tim received from a fan the second they arrived at the airport.

The respectful nature of the fans, the loving gifts felt like they were wrapped in plush up to their nose. They felt so happy and sweetly pampered that in the car to the hotel, Jack let himself be carried away and waved those plush flowers playfully and completely goofy in Tim's beaming, smiling face.

Here in Seoul with those sweet, loyal fans Tim seemed happier than he had been in months, away from the cursed valley of LA.

Another reason for Tim's good mood was certainly the fact that Tim's father was here as well.

They didn't see each other that often, and it was touching for Jack to see how they both were happy and thankful to be in each other's presence.

Marc was so proud of his son and Tim was so proud to make his father proud. It was sweet to witness and if Jack could give Tim's dad any advice, he would tell him to check on his son more often. Because just because you were nearly 30, earning umpteen times your father's salary on your own, didn't mean you didn't still need him.

But Jack didn't want to complain, he liked Marc's calm, level-headed manner and enjoyed strolling around Seoul with the two of them, seeing the sights. It was relaxed and beautiful and the tension from London evaporated.

In the interviews, Tim was so hyper, goofy and carefree, that Zendaya and Austin even teased him for being in such a good mood.

Jack was only to happy to be infected by this good mood and that was probably the reason why he, when they arrived in Tim's hotel room one evening, took Tim's next best teasing as an occasion to grab him and tickle him mercilessly.

Tim squealed, Tim screamed when Jack threw him onto the bed, Tim tried to fight back when Jack tried to tickle him more. They wrestled, hands and legs in a wild scuffle, gasping for breath as their bodies repeatedly wedged and rubbed against each other and slowly but steadily the physicality turned into desire.

For a moment they stopped, Tim on Jack’s lap, and just looked at each other, catching their breaths, taking in the desire of the other, before Tim first ripped his own T-shirt off and then tugged at Jack's to do the same.

They undressed hastily and when they were only in boxer shorts, Tim rubbed his already hard cock against Jack's abdomen and asked gently, but also quite needy: “Can I fuck you?”

Jack immediately turned red.

Less because of Tim's question but more because of the fact that he was prepared. Always.

He had always expected Tim to ask him one day. Because he always had been sure that no matter how submissive one was, with a cock like Tim's, one would feel the need to stick it in as many orifices as possible.

Apart from Jack's mouth.

“Only if you want... Have you done this before?” asked Tim gently, probably not being able to interpret Jack’s reaction properly.

“It's been a while,” Jack eventually said. If he was honest, it had been years. “But I'm... prepared.”

“You are?” Tim's eyes widened with mischievous delight, making Jack blush even more. “Well, in that case, turn around. I want to reward your foresight.”

Jack had to swallow at these words, but turned onto his stomach as told. He was quite nervous and only now realized what it felt like when the tables were turned.

Now he was suddenly the object of desire. It made him insecure, but it was also exciting and beautiful.

He felt Tim's fingers slide under the hem of his boxers, felt Tim carefully pull the fabric down and expose his bottom.

“God, your ass is so tasty, I really should have paid attention to it before.”

Jack laughed hoarsely while his ego was being coated in honey.

“Come on, on all fours with you. Or at least get up your ass,” Tim whispered cheerfully.

The bluntness let Jack almost tense, but when he felt Tim's hands on his ass, he wanted nothing more than to push himself into those hands and squatted up on all fours.

He was about to ask himself, if he was acting too eagerly, when suddenly, without further warning, he felt Tim's wet, soft tongue between his butt cheeks, felt it slide warm and moist over his entrance and Jack couldn't help but groan out loud.

Fuck!

Yes, he'd been taken before, but no one had ever done this before, he'd never felt this before... and fuck, it felt so goddamn good.

He heard Tim laugh softly. “You like that?”

Jack moaned again in approval. Because, god, yes.

Tim’s tongue, so wet and soft, it was an incredible intimate feeling, sapping all of Jack’s strength and making him want to linger here forever.

And just when Jack thought he was getting used to the feeling, Tim slipped his wet finger over his threshold inside of him, finding determinedly his sweet spot.

Again Jack could only gasp and moan, far too willingly, but he didn't care.

He loved it. All of it.

Tim's licking, Tim's finger in his ass while Tim’s other hand pumped Jack's needy cock and when Tim pulled his cock through his legs and sucked on it while the thumb continued to stretch his hole, Jack’s brain went blank.

Fucking hell! Jack felt so fucking naughty and he wanted nothing else. He could easily have come 10 times already.

He would have thought that he would tense up when it really got down to business. But when he felt the tip of Tim's cock at his entrance, Tim running his hands soothingly over his back, he only wanted one thing: to have Tim inside him. All of him. All of his big cock. Now.

Tim slowly but steadily pushed his cock into him and Jack held his breath as Tim filled him up inch by inch.

“Oh god, baby, you feel so fucking good, you're so fucking tight,” Tim moaned behind him and Jack almost laughed in disbelief about Tim calling him ‘baby’ but he let it happen, it suited Tim's vocal mood, and somehow that was a good thing, it distracted Jack from thinking, he could let himself go and enjoy it all.

Tim riding him, Tim rubbing over his sensitive prostate, Tim moaning, “God, yes, so fucking good,” while Jack himself was panting, groaning and moaning like he never had.

When Tim suddenly pulled out of him, Jack felt immediately a loss but a rush of goose bumps brushed over his skin, when Tim panted, “Turn around, baby, I wanna see you.”

It was one thing to be fucked by Tim, but it was so much more intense to see him doing it.

Tim lifted Jack's legs to penetrate him again, and the way Tim alternately looked back and forth between him and his cock, which was steadily sinking into Jack's ass, was incredibly hot and tender at the same time.

Jack just loved watching Tim.

Tim returned the gaze with a tender and naughty grin, “You like my dick in your ass?”

Jack could only laugh before his eyelids fell shut because Tim's cock once again rubbed against his sensitive spot and made him moan.

Tim laughed, too, apparently satisfied with what sensations his dick achieved, “I'm gonna make you cum so good.”

And with those words, he increased the speed at which he thrust into Jack, fucking him fast and hard, panting naughty words until he came with a loud groan and Jack didn't know what hit him when Tim pulled out of him, immediately pushed his two fingers into his now cum coated entrance again, leaning over him and alternating jerking him off with his other hand and taking Jack’s cock in his mouth.

Tim’s hot wet mouth, his slippery fingers rubbing his sweet spot, Jack couldn't hold out any longer, he desperately needed to come, his body reared up and he came, with a firm jet and a loud moan.

Fuck.

He would be jerking off from that night for months to come.

Tim grinned at him in awe, “What a jet!”, crawled up to him, gave him a kiss on the mouth and snuggled up to him.

Fuck.

The next morning, reality set in again.

They woke up to Tim's cell phone ringing, Tim looked at his phone and then immediately apologetically at Jack. He was visibly uncomfortable.

“Can I …? Can you...?”

“Yeah sure...” Jack quickly slipped out of bed, put on his shorts and began to gather his things.

“I'm sorry,” Tim said contritely.

“No worries.”

And then Tim already answered the phone. “Hey... Yeah... no, no problem, the alarm would have gone off in ten minutes anyway.”

Tim had a voice all of his own for Armie.

Jack, with his clothes in his arms, squinted out into the hallway, looked back to Tim, indicated with a downward finger gesture that they would see each other downstairs at breakfast, which Tim returned with a nod, and left the two of them alone.

He was jealous of Austin, he didn't like Tim's friendship with Haider, but the thing with Armie was different. It was the way it was. Tim only existed with Armie. The symbiosis was all-encompassing. Even if they weren't together, part of Tim would always be Armie.

Tim didn't say much about Armie himself, but indirectly all the more.

When they talked, Tim told him many things, things that seemed closely related. About lives that were marked by toxic families, manipulations, abuses. About complicated childhoods that led to adults who became mentally ill. About illnesses that were unjustly stigmatized.

He seemed to knew a lot of mental illnesses like schizophrenia, how they developed, how they manifested themselves and how little was known about them, he talked about the difficulties of properly adjusting such illnesses with medication.

He talked with Jack about making wrong decisions, he talked about the difficulties to get a second chance.

He talked about the powerlessness you felt when someone else had the power over your children and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

It all gave Jack a taste of Armie's life, a life you wouldn't trade.

It didn't mean that Jack in the back of his head did not have the desire to stay here in Korea with Tim forever, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt him when Tim didn't love him back in equal measure.

But at the end of the day, he knew Armie needed Tim's love more than he did.

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The shield that you own - 3

The premiere in London didn't go that smoothly. Jack could see that Tim wasn't really happy with his outfit, the trousers apparently weren't comfortable, Tim kept his sunglasses on for a long time, which indicated that he had already taken drugs with Haider in the hotel room, and they all had to wait ages for Zendaya to be dressed in her costume... It was already a long evening before it had even started.

Jack let his gaze wander over the crowds as they waited. A glimpse of the first time he was hired by Tim's team slipped into his memory and he had to smile.

It had been the premiere of “Beautiful Boy”, also here in London, and Tim had jumped uncontrollably from one bulk of fans to another and back again, so randomly that Jack, who had to do the jumping with him, had the feeling that Tim was only doing this to test or annoy him. Jack soon found out that yes, Tim didn’t mind teasing him but his jumpy behavior was more due to his constant need to please everyone and not disappoint anyone; he wanted to be loved by every single person on this planet and beyond that didn't know how to say no. After all, Jack apparently hadn't done too bad a job, they booked him again afterwards.

Over the years, the crowds of fans got bigger and bigger. And even though Jack only saw Tim at promo tours, he could watch how the boy became a star, climbing up the pedestal stair by stair with a big proud grin, stepping further and further into the sky. Jack saw him shine and grow. But Jack also saw him become more and more isolated.

Slowly but surely, the "Hollywood" system took hold. More and more powerful people were tugging at him, talking to him, persuading him for selfish reasons while being surrounded by all this tempting money. In the end it was no wonder you lost your sense of reality and responsibility in this enclosed world. Things were no longer questioned as long as they served the career, and no one told you the truth about anything anymore to make sure you continued to strive for more fame. If Jack was honest to himself, he had to fall in line, even if his reasons weren’t the same. But he didn't judge Tim for getting deep down in Hollywood nor did he confront him with difficult subjects. He didn't ask him uncomfortable questions like why he did or didn't do certain things that Jack himself saw differently or didn't understand. Instead, he made him feel safe, he did everything he could to make him feel good.

For him, this was part of his job. But the boundaries had long since become blurred. With everything they had being going through, with everything they had shared and done by now, weren't they something like friends? And if yes, shouldn't he give Tim every now and then a piece of his mind? But he didn't. He wasn't sure if he did it out of fear of losing his job or out of fear of losing Tim. But whatever the reason, he just didn't. So once again, here in London, he didn't tell Tim what he really thought about Haider. He certainly wasn't looking forward to the reunion with Haider, even if he didn't let on, and he already knew roughly how the evening would go. They would all be cooler than cool, they would all consume a lot of alcohol and no less drugs and they would all have an incredible amount of fun, which, according to Haider, you could only have if you consumed a lot of alcohol and no less drugs. Haider was a creative and interesting person, Jack wouldn't deny that, and he could guess why Tim found him inspiring and was only too happy to be his muse. But this "it's only a real party if you're really high" thing was not only stupid, Jack honestly thought it was kind of outdated, too.

But Tim went along with it. He went along with it because he couldn't say no, he went along with it because he never missed an opportunity to get on brilliantly with anyone who was or could be useful to him and – if you asked Jack – he went along with it because he felt guilty that he wasn't sleeping with Haider, who had shown more than once that he was not averse to the idea. The fact that Tim seemed to be able to say no at least in this matter was the only consolation to Jack.

After the premiere a whole bunch of people went to a club, including Tom with Zendaya and Kaia with Austin and of course Haider as their unsolicited leader.

There had been evenings when Tim had managed to persuade Jack to join in the dancing, but tonight Tim was already far too much in his own tunnel and Jack too annoyed by Haider, so he decided to stand on the edge of the dance floor and just watch. He watched Tim laughing, dancing and vibing with all his friends and yet Jack had the feeling that Tim somehow was alone. Maybe it was the alcohol and the drugs, but the feeling of a contrived joy made Jack’s heart sigh with sadness.

He knew it was silly to blame everything on Haider, Tim was a grown man, but when Haider held a drink under his nose and growled "Come on, Jackie boy. Don't be so stiff. A drink won't do you any harm. You're a big boy, aren't you?", Jack declined politely and made another line on his imaginary blackboard under "don't like him".

Once back at the hotel, Haider tried to convince Tim to party some more in his room and as Tim, quite high and grinning dully, took more than a second to answer, whether because of his condition or because he didn't want to, Jack quickly stepped in for him. "I would say rather not. I think he's pretty tired." Haider gave him a patronizing look, eyebrows high. "Can't he speak for himself?" "I'm tired," Tim luckily consented right then, sparing Jack a reaction to Haider's stupid remark. "The youth of today! Look at you! How old are you? And look at me!” Haider pointed to himself before shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. “How sad that young people can't stand anything anymore.” Luckily Tim didn't say anything in response, just kept smiling tiredly, and Haider finally had to give in.

When he hugged Tim with his whole body to say good night, Jack tensed up, even more so, when Haider gave Tim a wet kiss on the mouth, while slapping Tim's buttocks. All in good fun, of course. Haider’s dirty laugh made Jack sick to his stomach. Jack had seen scenes like this before, he always found them offensive, he always instinctively wanted to intervene, but yes, of course, they were such good friends and it was all just fun. Jack was annoyed as hell. In the elevator, Tim didn't say a thing, seemingly lost in thought and contemplation, but Jack could see that the dull good mood seemed to be slowly fading and a feeling of dissatisfaction spread. When they reached Tim’s door, Jack asked concerned, "Everything okay?" Tim gave a less than convincing "Yeah, sure," and added an indecisive "Do you want to come in?"

Tim’s voice was already alarmingly dismissive but Jack accepted the invitation anyway, or perhaps because of it. He wasn’t sure what would happen and needed to make sure everything was alright.

When they were in the room the first thing Tim did was to take off the inconvenient pants. Impatiently and carelessly he slipped them off his legs, while grumbling to himself: "Fucking pants!", then got rid of his top until he was standing there in nothing but socks, underpants and a way too expensive Cartier necklace. With a mixture of defiance and dissatisfied forlornness he looked at Jack and spread his arms. "Wanna suck my cock?"

Jack bit his lower lip to remain calm before he quietly responded, "I'd better go."

Tim feigned disappointment, muttering half provocatively, half deliberately offending, "Armie would know what to do.... what I need." That had hit.

A dagger thrust into Jack's chest.

The crudeness of it however and his accumulated irritation, made Jack – surprised at himself – hit back with sarcasm. "Should I check with Austin? Maybe he's a better substitute." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he immediately regretted them. Even though Tim had hurt him and the day had been exhausting, it gave him no reason to react like this. He looked down at the floor, taking a deep breath to collect himself again, before he apologized. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that." When he looked up again, bracing himself for further displeasure thrown at him, he was surprised to see tears in Timmy's eyes, and the shield he had just raised was already crumbling again. Tim’s brow furrowed, his lips narrowed, his eyes full of pent-up sadness, he looked like one big heap of misery. "I missed him today. I missed him so much. Tom was there for Z, Kaia for Austin... I want that too." A simple understandable wish.

To have his partner by his side.

It broke Jack's heart and at the same time, it turned the dagger in Jack's chest mercilessly. Once again the bitter realization that he wasn't the one. Yes, they had no commitments, nothing was promised, he was just his bodyguard and they occasionally fucked. By the look on Tim’s face he seemed to realize what he had said and what it meant to Jack. "No, no, I didn’t mean..." he softly tried to take it back somehow, but apparently he could also see in Jack's face that he couldn't. Defeated, Tim slid to the floor in front of the bed and buried his sobbing face in his hands. "I'm such a fucking mess... I'm so sorry... I don't know what I'm doing..." Yes, Tim was a mess. A mess made by Hollywood. Jack had seen Tim cry before, but never this much and as weird as it must look for many, it made his problems less important. His instinctive need to help was pathetic but indestructible.

He squatted down next to Tim in front of the bed and put his arm around him. Tim immediately and gratefully took the invitation, clung to him, clawing his hands desperately into Jack's shirt, burying his face in Jack’s neck, and Jack was doing what he always did, giving him closeness and comfort.

For a while they just sat there like this, Tim’s tears wetting Jack’s shirt. "You know that I didn't sleep with Austin, right?" Tim mumbled eventually against his neck. “There was nothing. I just made that up.” Jack sighed. What a mess. But did it even make a difference? He didn't know.

He held Tim’s slender body, felt the soft warm skin under his hands, smelled his scent, listened to the still heavy breathing from all the crying. There were a thousand reasons not to sleep with Tim at that moment. But for Jack, one reason to do it was enough. Slowly and carefully, he picked Tim up and laid him on the bed and began spoiling him and his shaking body with kisses.

It wasn't as if there weren't any scars in this relationship, and today a new one had been added. In the back of his mind, Jack knew that he should stand up for himself and Tim didn't deserve his unconditional love, but unfortunately, at the moment he just didn't care.

Slowly the unrest turned into calm. Tim grabbed Jack's hair, played with it, looked at him mindfully, watched every move as Jack’s mouth and hands wandered over his body, and they kissed on the lips like they rarely did.

Jack loved that for Tim sex always was an outlet for feelings, a description of his innermost state and today, sex for both of them was a way to redemption.

When the quiet tenderness finally turned to desire and Jack entered Tim, their bodies undulated in waves of lust and craving until Tim's body arched beneath him to the extreme, his head thrown back he moaned deep and liberating as he came. For one last time Jack buried himself into Tim's body with a heavy thrust and poured himself in Tim, a similar deep, redeeming feeling rushing through his veins. There weren't the right words for what they were, but maybe sometimes you just didn't need to look for them. * The next day they had no commitments, it was a day off, and Jack had booked a flight to visit his family in Cornwall. Part of his brain was so romantic that he would have liked Tim to fly with him and he was sure Tim would have been only too happy to agree – he was way too curious with things like that and always keen to recruit new fans for himself –, but the sensible part of Jack's brain vehemently advised him against it and that was for the best. A little distance after last night would certainly do him good. So he went alone, let his mother cook for him from morning till night and let Sarah tell him all the bad things she had read about the quirks of Hollywood stars.

As he lay in his old crib in the evening looking at his cell phone, Tim had sent him a link to a song. Jack clicked on the link and listened to the lyrics.

Please be my shield against all that′s blue Love me and lead and I'll carry through Keep me from danger, don′t leave me too soon Forgive me for all that I am Shadows they whisper, stare at my soul Misled are those who march all alone Keep me from strangers without good intent Forgive me for all that I am You are my fire when I can't see You're the one watching over me You are my fire, yeah You are my fire, on you I lean Promise you, won′t give up on me You are my fire

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