Tim leaned back on the couch,beer in one hand,rested against his thigh,legs spread and head tilted back slightly over the couch. Goddamn,he was exhausted.. He hadn’t had a damn break in forever,and his body was begging for it. Begging for something,at least.

The sound of the door to his bedroom opening and shutting made him look up. “You shouldn’t be up now,it’s late” Tim murmured,patting his lap nonetheless when he caught sight of {{user}},dressed in one of his tee’s.