A/N: okay, literally any character I'm directly writing is my favorite at that moment in time - I'm fickle that way - but some hold a special place, and Tim is just a precious little bean and needs looking after and I adore him.

These pics are not Tim - none of them (you picture him however you want off the description) - but they acted as inspiration and I thought you might like to see. I'd like to hear which one comes closest to how you pictured him - and I might even tell you which one is closest in my mind 😁

As soon as he walked into the lecture theater Xander was looking for that shock of blue hair. There was only a couple more tutorials, and then the assignments were due, so he was going to have to step up his game if he wanted to secure that adorable boy. And he did. Christ, he hadn't felt an ache like this for someone in years, and he told himself he'd be feeling the same even without the cam shows, though they'd undoubtedly added a frisson.

He'd been beyond perfect on Friday, listening so well and looking so gorgeous. Xander had thought he was going to pass out with pleasure, coming harder than he had in a long while when the boy had licked up his own release. He was special, though it was becoming increasingly clear he didn't realize just how special he was. That roommate would have to go, assuming that was the man during the cam show.

In the meantime, he needed to get close. He finally spotted the boy near the back – he must have come in late, when Xander's back was turned, but his electric blue fluff was unmistakable.

Xander only got through the lecture because he knew his material inside out, otherwise he knew he'd have been blurting our very inappropriate things, because Timothy looked so darn cute with his head bent over his paper, scribbling away, little tongue (and boy, didn't Xander have a thing for that tongue) protruding from between his small white teeth. He didn't even use a laptop, and Xander just knew, if he asked, he'd be some sweet hick from the Midwest, looking at life in the big city with awe.

He was worried though, that big city life might be doing to that perfect angel exactly what it did to so many ingénues who arrived, wide eyed and innocent, gazing in wonder at the bright lights. Chew them up and spit them out. He was certainly unnaturally nervous, and had an innocence about him that was borderline strange in a twenty-three year old who fucked himself on camera for money. And there was that, too. Xander had always been happy to throw money around, once he finally got some, so had no issue with paying more to get what he wanted, and the boy had seemed almost pleased at their communication, which was probably down to the money, but he hadn't seemed that into any of the rest of it, and a burn of guilt ran through Xander that he was adding to whatever that problem was.

"Timothy," he stood over the boy as he scurried around picking up everything he'd managed to drop. Xander bent to help him, their heads close as he handed Timothy's phone to him.

"Sorry, Sir." He'd obviously forgotten Xander said to use his name, and Xander leaned into the pleasure that ran through him at the word.

"It's okay, everyone's gone. No rush to lock up. Take all the time you need."

A sense of tenseness seemed to leach from Timothy's frame at that.

"You sure?" He flicked his pretty green eyes to Xander's, something that looked worryingly like fear held in their depths.

"Definitely." He placed a hand over Timothy's small one and squeezed.

Timothy watched the movement before looking up again, biting his lip.

"I don't have anywhere to be. Do you?"

Xander's question seemed to break the trance and Timothy stood, shoving pens and notebooks into his bad.

"Actually, Sir, I was wondering...you said you'd show me some buildings?"

"Of course!" and, of course, Xander had not forgotten that. The thought of being able to spend more time finding out what made this little beauty tick had been at the forefront of his mind for days.

He took Timothy to St Jean Baptiste and pointed out the Corinthian columns, pulling out his phone to show recreated images of the same pillars on the Temple of Olympian Zeus, explaining with broad movements of his hands what they represented, their history, their significance in the structure. Timothy watched him with wide eyes and then, to Xander's wonder and more than a little arousal, he began discussing back, summizing and theorizing alongside his lecturer.

"You get it," Xander said. "Um, I don't want to- You always seem a little lost in class. I wasn't sure how interested you actually were in the subject."

Timothy flushed, his pale skin pinkening just enough that Xander ached to pull the neck of his t-shirt down, just to see how far it went.

"It's just...I, er, get a little bored in classrooms. Find it hard to focus. I prefer to see things in the real world."

"Nothing wrong with that. Though of course, the Classics are largely theoretical these days."

"Yeah, but the way you explain it when you aren't restricted by the syllabus, now, I can see how much you like it. I bet your advanced classes are really good."

Xander took him to the Bar Association, and the Thurgood Marshall Courthouse, and the Madison Square Post Office. Timothy was engaged and enthusiastic and increasingly knowledgeable, and Xander had to adjust himself more than once. He was exhausted by the time they'd finished, stopping outside a basement level Italian restaurant that was one of his favorites, while Timothy was positively bouncing like a puppy, more enthused than Xander had ever seen him.

"Can I buy you dinner?"

"Dinner?" Timothy squeaked.

"I'm hungry, I don't know about you." Xander's confidence faltered a little. The boy seemed vaguely horrified at the prospect of dinner with him. Christ, he probably thought of him as really old and boring – there might only be a few years between them, but Timothy had the exuberance of a teenager.

But Timothy let out a sweet smile, and Xander hid a gasp at realizing it was the same one he'd received once or twice on camera, when the boy had seemed genuinely pleased, and hid a groan too, at what the sight of it did to him.

"Yeah, I could eat."

"What will you have?" Xander asked as they looked over the leather-clad menus.

"Um, I guess spaghetti?"

"Just spaghetti? That's kind of..."

"What?" Timothy pouted, fiddling his fingers up the side of the wax-encrusted chianti bottle, and Xander was just now noticing how elegant they were, slender and pale and long. And, Christ, he'd like to see them wrapped around his cock.

"Oh," he had to focus. He didn't want to scare the boy off. "Just, I know this place doesn't look like much," he gestured to take in the simple red-checkered tablecloths, the lack of natural light, the rough brick walls. "But it's really one of the best Italian restaurants in the city. The food is amazing."

"I like it. It looks like one from a movie." Timothy looked around the same space with far more joy in his eyes, and Xander's heart jumped. "I just- my dad never much liked Italian food. I don't really know..."

"Would you like me to order for you?" Xander asked, his heart in his throat.

"Would you?" And there was that smile again. "Thank you, Sir."

Okay, Xander was really going to have to get the situation in his pants under control. He wanted to smash that cheap candle holder to the ground, bend the boy over that parochial tablecloth and just take him apart, right here, under the shocked gazes of the lovely Italian family that ran it.

Instead, he focused on the menu, so he'd be ready to order Risotto Fungi, followed by the house specialty Veal Braciola with potato and vegetable sides. He didn't normally eat so much in one sitting, because he'd only have to burn it off later, but Timothy was too thin, and Xander suspected some of his beautiful paleness probably came from not eating healthily.

When the risotto arrived Timothy stared at it in wonder. They'd had a glass of prosecco as an aperitif, and the boy was delightfully giggly, the bubbles clearly having gone straight to his head.

"It smells sooo good," he breathed deeply, his eyes closed.

Xander coughed, looking down at his own shallow dish.

"It tastes even better."

Timothy mmmm'd and groaned his way through the dish in a way that made Xander have to surreptitiously press down on the front of his increasingly uncomfortable pants.

"So what made you decide to major in Earth Sciences?" he asked, in a bid to distract himself.

"I dunno. I just really like thinking about how things are put together, like natural things. It was interesting."

"What do you think you'll do with it?"

"Be in debt the rest of my life?" Timothy giggled. "I really like the thought of doing something environmental. Maybe EPA or something, though it's really hard to get in. I even thought Geology, but that's even harder."

"You could do further study."

"Maybe. Studying's never really been my thing. Want to get out there."

When the veal arrived, Timothy's face was a little horrified.

"Oh God, are you vegetarian?"

"No, it's just huge."

(And, okay, Xander's cock jumped at the way he said that.)

"I didn't realize we were having more. I thought the rice was it."

"Okay, I'll do you a deal. Eat a portion of the vegetables and just a few bites of the meat and potatoes and you can leave the rest. Can you be good and do that?"

Timothy let out the sweetest whimper at the instruction, his eyes dark, the full belly seemingly bringing down some walls.

"Yes, Sir. I'll try."

Xander watched with pleasure as Timothy ate the big portion of mixed vegetables he'd spooned out without complaint. He noticed how he cut the tiniest piece of the meat and delicately placed in on his tongue, but he didn't reprimand him for cheating. It was too adorable that he was making the effort.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious, Sir. I just-," he pouted, his eyes becoming shiny.

"Okay, you were really good," (and there was that whimper again), "I know you're full. I'll get them to package it up and you can have it later."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm sorry, I know it's ungrateful-,"

"Hey, now, none of that. I know you tried, and that's what counts. You can't help it if your little tummy is full."

It could be so, so dangerous to speak to the boy that way. If Xander was wrong, and Timothy didn't respond... But he did, so delightfully, a high whine and an almost involuntary lean towards Xander, who brought his hand up to catch Timothy's pale cheek.

"So good for me," he murmured, gazing down at the long spidery lashes closed over the almond-shaped eyes, the glistening tear that formed in the corner, and the tremble in his lower lip, that Xander longed to catch between his teeth.

Timothy wanted to get the subway, but Xander insisted on calling a car. It pulled up outside a rough looking apartment block close to campus. Xander looked up at the peeling façade and looked at Timothy.

"You live here?"

The boy was sleepily rubbing his eyes and just nodded. All Xander could think was that he wanted to look after this lovely thing more than he'd ever wanted to do anything. But it would have to wait, and he watched Timothy make his way inside, the cogs whirring in his mind.

* * * * *

Xander knew that Timothy was too tired to be doing anything that night, but the next night, he found himself on the same website, scrolling through the thumbnails hopefully. Timothy's was inactive, but the timer suggested he'd be coming on later in a couple hours. An idea formed, and Xander phoned Dex to ask if any of his operatives were available for an easy job.

When the time came and the account activated, Xander clicked in and saw, once again Timothy's face light up when he saw the username. He was nude and hard, delicate but, tonight, with an undercurrent of something eager. He was beautiful.

Right on time, Xander heard a loud banging through the speakers, and Timothy looked up in shock. The roommate hissed at him to keep going and left the room, slamming the door behind him. If Dex's operative did their job – and Xander knew they would – he had the next hour to himself.

<Virgil70BCE>You willing to do something?

"What would you like?" There was that sweet smile.

Xander dropped five hundred credits.

<Virgil70BCE>Put your underwear back on

Timothy didn't even question it, pulling a pair of tight, electric-blue shorts on – Xander thought they might be the same ones from the first night he saw him.

<Virgil70BCE>How are you?

"You just want to talk?"

<Virgil70BCE>For now. Will you?

"Hang on."

Timothy clicked at the computer for a minute or two, and then a pop up jumped onto Xander's screen, inviting him to a private chat. He instantly accepted and was whisked to a new space.

<TimmyTots>Will u wait? I just need to give subacribets something

<Virgil70BCE>I'll wait.

He waited, more or less patiently. He knew Timothy was performing on screen, maybe rubbing himself or using a toy, and Xander's jaw ached as he clenched it, caught between desperately wanting to click back and watch, and being furious that anyone else was seeing the person he was rapidly coming to think of as his boy like that without his permission.

When he finally came back, Xander felt the pressure fly out of him.

<TimmyTots>Sorry. Had too. Would u like speshial? No camera in chat. Can microfone if u want?

<Virgil70BCE>You can turn your microphone on if you want.

There was a brief pause and then he heard that soft voice.

"Are you going to turn yours on?"

<Virgil70BCE>Not tonight, Sweetheart.

Timothy giggled. "I like that. I don't think anyone's called me that before. Do you want me to talk dirty to you?"

Well, yes, Xander did want that. But it wasn't why he was doing this.

<Virgil70BCE>Just want to hear how you're doing.

"Okay. But you know most people don't drop hundreds just to talk about my day. You're allowed to want more."

<Virgil70BCE>I know, Sweetheart. I don't need that tonight though.

"Alright. Today was average to be honest. Ha! Not very good value for money."

<Virgil70BCE>I don't mind, how about yesterday?

"Yesterday... yeah, really good. I went to look at some old buildings and had dinner."

<Virgil70BCE>Doesn't sound that great?

"Oh, well. I probably shouldn't talk to you about stuff like that. You haven't paid to hear me talking about other guys."

This is where it could get rocky. Xander hadn't lied to Timothy before. And he hated lying. But he'd been prepared, because he knew Timothy would find the idea of him not wanting anything sexual strange. And he'd justified it (sort of, he still felt bad though) in that he was lying in order to avoid anything sexual happening.

<Virgil70BCE>I'll let you into a secret. You're a very sweet boy. But I'm just lonely. I just wanted someone sweet and young to have a chat with. I don't need any of that other stuff.

There, he just sounded like a lonely, old, rich guy with too much time on his hands.

It seemed to work, anyway, or maybe Timothy was just desperate to tell someone about his time yesterday, which made Xander's stomach do a happy clench.

"Okay. Well I went out with a friend of mine."

<Virgil70BCE>Just a friend?

"At the moment. Probably ever. He's way too handsome and intelligent to want someone like me."

<Virgil70BCE>I literally couldn't doubt that any more if I tried.

"He was amazing. He listened to me. And, and he kind of looked after me."

<Virgil70BCE>You like that? You looking for that?

"Oh yeah, I liked it a lot. Life's kinda hard, you know? I liked that he took over, and didn't make a fuss about it. He didn't call me needy or whiny. He didn't say I was too much hard work. I think he maybe liked it, too."

Yes, he did. So much. Though Xander hoped they'd be able to get to the position where he was allowed to call Timothy needy without him being upset by it, because it sounded as though he'd had some bad experiences with it, as Xander fucking adored needy boys.

<Virgil70BCE>You should tell him.

"Oh no! I couldn't do that. I'm not joking that he's completely out of my league. He's gorgeous. And so clever I could listen to him for days. Besides, if he's in charge, I'd have to let him tell me, wouldn't I?"

He had a point.

<Virgil70BCE>You need to make sure he knows though.

And Xander told Timothy the plan.

A/N: Listen, I'm note entirely happy with what Xander is doing here. It's extremely disingenuous of him to lie about who he is, and even more so for him to trick Tim this way.