Rock Giants That Walked The Earth

You were dancing crazily like you belonged to the music, like the music was a drug that brought you higher and higher until your heads were buzzing with pure joy. You were uncoiling ropes, with eyes on fire, unruly hair, both out of breath, covered in each other’s sweat.

Timothée gave you an impish look and then took your hand, his fingers cheekily wrapping around your palm, as he guided you through a sea of people. You looked down at his hand and then at the mischievous smile marked on his face, that not even your persistent stare was able to erase it. Your eyes fell again, slowly smiling, holding his arm to be closer to him with your free hand.

"Wait," he pulled your hand to stop you from walking any further. You balanced your back on the wall, Timothée looking at you straight in the eyes with twitching lips that stayed half-opened. He leaned his head down an arm on the wall next to you, his curls tickling your nose. "I'm getting us drinks," he pressed his nose against yours, your heavy breaths becoming one for a moment.

"Okay," you gulped, eyes scanning the room around you as Timothée was lost in the crowd.

Timmy and you were on vacation in Venice, away from everyone and everything. You were both having such a great time, feeling invincible with all the freedom you had.

In the past, Timothée couldn't really have a fun time with his girlfriends without getting captured by the paparazzi in their very personal moments. He didn't want the same thing to happen to you, so you decided to keep things out of the public eye for as long as you could.

Finally, you found the time to be together out of the spotlight to have some moments only for yourselves in a place far away from home, and do things you wouldn't normally do in New York out of fear of getting caught.

You were going sightseeing, spending countless hours in museums just staring at paintings and statues that were staring back at your souls. You were having late night raids to the cinema that was close to the apartment you rented. One night, DUNE was screening and you begged Timothée to rewatch it on the big screen. Timothée couldn't stop smiling the whole time, feeling extremely uncomfortable at the view of himself, his face concealed by his cap and his body deeply buried in the seat. You were walking on the cobblestone and on extremely quiet alleys that were either washed with sun or under the light of faint square streetlights, as you were eating gelato, and exchanging your cones. You were meeting with friends at their houses, having dinners, going to clubs together, getting drunk.

That was one of those nights. Your friends knew this couple that was having a party at their house and you were invited to join as well. You had both decided to get dressed, well, in the case of Timothée undress, because he just wore his jacket, torso bare, with the excuse of the weather being "too hot". You just widened your eyes looking at him and nodded eagerly making him laugh and rub your whole face with his hand playfully.

However, when you got out of the apartment waiting for Tim to lock the door, you quickly realized that he just wanted to show off his abs after all the training for his new film. Even though you were wearing a long dress, your back was exposed and you could feel the chilly breeze hit your spine.

You didn't have many days left in Italy but you smiled at the thought of your lovely stress-free vacation. You headed to the balcony only to realize that it was actually very narrow and right underneath your feet and the layers of concrete, was running a canal.

As your eyes gazed at the water dancing slowly in harmony, a pair of hands lightly pushed you to the front making you gasp and slightly jump. Timothée quickly turned you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and leaned forward to kiss you. You chuckled moving your head to the side for his lips to land on your cheek.

"You got scared?", he laughed. "As if I'd let you fall."

"I didn't get scared," you gritted your teeth holding tightly the sides of his face to look at him. He smiled warmly, slowly his gaze moving to the ground and then with a quick move he pecked your lips.

"I got our drinks," Tim said separating from you, getting them from the inside table where he had placed them. "And Stéphane gave me something," he fumbled in his pocket finally getting out a joint.

"Ooh," you grinned taking a seat on the narrow balcony. He chuckled and sat across from you on the railings. "You are going to fall right into that canal and everyone tomorrow will think that I killed Timothée Chalamet," you said.

"Oh my God," he shook his head with a smile taking your feet on his lap to remove your heels.

"Sorry, I care," you widened your eyes lightly tilting your head to the side.

"Sorry, I care," he tried to imitate your voice making it a little too high-pitched causing you to almost spit your drink. Timothée looked at you with an impish smile, the one he always gave you after doing something incredibly funny - according to him. You lightly kicked him on his belly. He gasped squeezing your legs for revenge but finally brought them close to his mouth to kiss them.

"I hate you, you always make fun of me," you pouted your lips sadly.

"Oh, come on," Tim smiled at you. "You can't stay mad at me."

"I can try," you clenched your jaw to stop smiling.

"You can try?", Tim asked playfully, as he let your legs down and sat next to you. He pulled one arm around your shoulder bringing you closer to kiss your forehead, as your lips landed on his chest.

"I'm going to miss this," you said. Tim's lips separated and looked down as your fingers followed the line of his jaw, to his neck, to his chest, pulling his jacket to the side. You leaned down to place kisses on top of his soft skin.

"These were the best days of my life," he pulled your hair out of your face, behind your ears.

"Mine too," you breathed out getting your drink back and taking another sip.

"It's fucking ridiculous," he mumbled after a long pause. "I wish people could just mind their own damn business. I can't do that," Tim held your hand intertwining your fingers. "I can't do that," he kissed your lips. "Or that," he moved to your neck.

You took a long breath, your eyes moving up in the night sky at the stars that seemed like gems scattered around the black veil. His hand cupped the left side of your face pulling the hair behind your ear, his thumb moving alongside your jawline, as he kissed you deeply.

You felt his tongue lightly licking your lips making you chuckle against his mouth. He smiled back, as his curls fell on your forehead almost covering your eyes.

He slowly pulled back and finished his drink before leaving his jacket to the side. You were staring at him. You had seen his body so many times, yet you were always looking at his porcelain, sculptured, skin as if you were gazing at a statue of an angel and had to pray.

He took out of his pocket the joint and placed it between his lips while searching for a lighter. You leaned down and took it from his mouth to place it on yours. He glanced at you once and smiled.

"Got it," Tim said trying to light the joint for you.

You breathed in slowly and then released a cloud out. You smiled rubbing your eyes once and then passing it to him.

"Oh my God, you hear that?", he suddenly widened his eyes slowly moving his head to the beat. Without much thinking, you got his jacket and put it on, his smell slipping onto your body. You could feel the joint working as you pulled your hair out of the jacket, hearing Timothée's voice in the background singing along to the rhythm. "It's time to make your mind up, aight // To wake your mind up, aight // Ai-aight, we-we aight, aight // We, we, we ai-aight."

You chuckled watching Timmy vibing with eyes closed, his shoulders and his head swinging smoothly like air running around trees.