A/N: A silly little one shot in my Gareth universe.
Dedication: My Gracey Pops for reading this though for me.
Summary: Paul has a much better memory that Gareth has.
Do You Remember?
"Do you remember the first day we met?" firm fingers worked their way into Gareth's neck, massaging away the tension and making him groan.
"Erm, vaguely. Why?"
Gareth turned to look at his partners face. Paul just shrugged in response.
"I was just wondering. It doesn't really matter," Paul shrugged again and refocused his attention on the stubborn knots in Gareth's muscles.
Silence settled back over the room, disturbed only by Gareth's occasional moan and the slick sound of oil slick skin rubbing together.
"Do you remember my sixth birthday party?"
"I think so. Was that the one with the bouncy castle? And Oliver Foster trying to kiss you?" Gareth turned over and yanked Paul down so they were cuddled together in the middle of the bed.
"Yeah, that one. Do you remember what you got me?"
""Was it the buzz Lightyear action figure?"
"No. That's what your dads got me."
"No ideas then, love. Is it important?"
"No. I dunno. Not really I guess," Paul shrugged and shuffled restlessly in Gareth's arms.
"You're very shruggey this evening. What's up with you?"
Yet another shrug
"Babe, what's wrong?"
"You gave me a ring," Paul's reply was so quiet that Gareth was sure he'd misheard.
"What?"
"And the day we met you got down on one knee and said I was the prettiest boy you'd ever seen and told me to marry you."
"Tad did always say I was a determined little brat."
"But the ring you gave me. It was your moms, you said. And I know we were just little kids and it doesn't mean anything… but I would really like it to mean something."
Gareth didn't really know what you were supposed to say something like that.
"Are you asking me to ask you to marry me?"
"Well you did so well last time," Paul looked uncomfortable and made to shuffle out of the bed.
"No. Wait, Paul! Marry me!"
"Are you asking because I want you to or because you actually want to marry me?"
"Well… we've been engaged for nearly twenty years. I think it's time you started wearing the ring, don't you? I love you, Paul. It's always gonna be you."
They kissed. Nothing overly passionate, just soft and gentle.
"Well, this is all such a surprise. I just wasn't expecting it."
Gareth punched him on the shoulder.
"Go find that ring you numpty. And go ring your mum. She's been dropping hints about grandkids for months. This ought to placate her for a bit."
Paul was out of the bed and half way across the room before Gareth called him back.
"Wait, you never said yes."
Paul turned in the doorway and grinned.
"Hmm… I'll have to think about it."
And he was gone, dancing off down the hall, jovially humming the wedding march, leaving Gareth naked and oily in the middle of the bed wondering what on Earth he was getting himself into.
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A/N: Not sure where that ending came from. Reviews would be lovely.