Gareth's cell phone woke him up the next morning.

Moaning softly with his eyes still closed, Gareth reached out and felt along the floor beside his mattress before he finally found it, flipping it open.

"Gareek Kenan. Mumpf?" he said. He frowned at this and soon realized that he still had the ball gag in his mouth.

Growling in faint frustration, he took it out and he shook his head before clearing his throat once more.

"Gareth Keenan?"

"Oy, cousin! You forget to take the ball out of your mouth again then?" Ferris' laughing voice asked and Gareth rolled his eyes as he slowly leaned back against the wall, noting with a slight frown that Tim wasn't with him.

"Yes, I did." He admitted with a sigh. "What is it, Ferris?"

"I was just calling to ask if the sex was good last night."

Gareth chuckled; shaking his head as memories of last night came flooding back to him.

"It was amazing. He wasn't very good at giving me orders but, he has an amazing cock."

"It got stuck up your arse didn't it?"


Ferris laughed and Gareth soon joined him, unable to help himself.

"Is that the only reason why you called?" he asked.

"Eh? Oh fuck! No! I called to tell you not to worry about your da' anymore."

Gareth frowned slightly at this.

"Why not? What did you do, Ferris?"

"Well, you know that I've got some mates in jail right? Bagshaw, Rags, and Gobbo?"


"Well I visited them with Joey after the wake and told them about your da'. He's currently in the hospital with a smashed in skull. They're not sure if he'll make it or not and the lads were smart enough to bribe some cops to keep it all hush hush about who did it, so they're safe from harm too."

Gareth blinked in surprise at this.


"You can thank me by buying me a carton of smokes. King sized Regals if you please."

"I can't believe you did that!"

"What? You mad at me, cousin?"

"No…No, I suppose I'm not. It's weird really…"

"What's weird?"

"I'm not sad that he's probably going to die, even though he's me da'."

Gareth could hear Ferris snort on the other end and he could almost see the blind man shake his head in disbelief.

"He was a right fuck head if you ask me. He deserved worse." Ferris assured him. "Just remember all the shite he did to you, eh?"

"Yeah…I suppose you're right about that."

"Anyway, I've got to get off the line. We're heading back to the funeral home in a bit. See you then, aye?"

"Yeah, I'll be there with Tim."

"Good man. See you then, cousin. Ta!"

Gareth flipped his phone shut and he sighed as he slowly took in all that he had just found out.

His father was never going to be in his life again.

A small smile came to Gareth's lips and he quickly put on his boxers before heading out to tell this to Tim.

"It's about time you woke up. I've been keeping breakfast hot for you!"

Tim was dressed in nothing but his briefs and Gareth smiled as he walked over and hugged him, kissing his lips tenderly.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked.

"An hour." Tim said with a shrug. "I didn't want to wake you up so I just cooked us up some breakfast before we got ready to go back to the wake."

Gareth nodded and he looked over at the offered breakfast; eggs, some strips of bacon, beans, and sliced tomatoes.

"I didn't have all of this." He noted with a frown.

Tim shrugged and kissed him once more.

"I had to go to the market and pick them up for us."

Gareth blushed, and he looked away.

"You didn't have to…"

"Of course I did." Tim snorted, pulling up a stool and pulling Gareth gently down to sit in his lap.

"What kind of lover would I be if I didn't spoil you? And what kind of roommate would I be too?"

"What?" Gareth blinked and looked at him, not understanding.

Tim smiled at him gently and kissed the tip of his nose.

"If you'll let me."

"You…You want to live here with me?"

"What did you think we were going to do?" Tim chuckled.

"I don't know…" Gareth mumbled, looking down at the ground. "I figured you would just visit and…"

"I'm getting tired of being thirty and living with my parents." Tim noted simply and Gareth smiled as he looked up at him once more.


Noses lightly brushed up against each other and Tim smiled as he gave the side of Gareth's neck a gentle bite, having learned yesterday that this was one of his weak spots.

Gareth's eyes slowly became glazed over with lust and Tim chuckled softly as he slid a hand down the front of his boxers, taking a firm hold of his new arousal and starting to stroke him.

They came to the wake a few hours late and Ferris laughed knowingly, refusing to tell anyone what he found so funny as Gareth gave him his carton of cigarettes.