Smuttier version in on AO3 under the same username. The story is called In the Beginning.

Next door's bloody dog was barking again. Tim pulled his pillow closer as he tried not to make any noise. He had no idea how Gavin could sleep through the racket; he had half a mind to go and complain their neighbours about it. Surely he wasn't the only one losing sleep because of the thing. They left it in the garden every night… He wasn't sure if that was normal practice with a dog, but it was obvious even to him that this one did not appreciate its living arrangements.

He pressed his face into his pillow and curled up into a tight ball. If that dog didn't stop soon, he'd go around and let them know what he thought… Well, it was possible he'd cry first. He had not slept well the past week. It was probably a combination of both the dog and Brittas, but he was desperate for a good night's sleep.

Tim growled and sat up. It was 5am. He may as well go for a jog or something, he couldn't sleep through that.

"Where… going?" Gavin slurred into his pillow.

"I can't sleep through that dog's barking. I'm getting up." He replied shortly.

Gavin didn't answer, he simply reached out one arm and pulled Tim back down. Tim went, figuring he'd wait till his lover dozed back off.

Gavin didn't doze off though. With the younger man on the mattress beside him, Gavin rolled on top and began pressing sloppy kisses over his face, eyes still shut but a content look on his face. Tim took a moment to respond, his mind still focussing on the animal next door.

He did respond though, unable to totally ignore his love. He shifted and spread his legs to allow Gavin to lie between them, running his hands up and down the strong back. He was thankful that even in the middle of September as they were, it was warm enough that the men were only sleeping in a pair of shorts each; it meant that Tim could enjoy the smooth flesh of Gavin's back.

Slowly, his blood shifted downwards causing his hips to rock. Gavin let out a gentle chuckle and rubbed their cheeks together.

"Love you." He murmured, his breath hot as it hit Tim's ear. Tim moaned in response and gripped his fingers into Gavin's back as he mouthed at what skin he could reach. Gavin rocked his own hips forwards as he pressed a kiss to Tim's lips.

The older man decided to tire Tim out. It was the nicest thing to do, really.

Afterwards, Tim laid his head over Gavin's heart and let the steady beat pull him under.

Gavin's eyes flickered shut as he rested one hand on Tim's head. It wasn't the most comfortable position really, but he could manage it for a few hours.

"Good morning, Carole." Gavin greeted the woman as he and Tim entered the centre later that morning.

"Oh, good morning." She seemed oddly flustered, and Tim picked up on the reason straight away.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be bringing the baby in."

"Yes well… My mother… She's in the hospital so I had to do something with him."

"Don't let Mr Brittas catch you." Gavin grinned at her as they headed into the restroom.

Carole's face cracked, tears welling up in her eyes, but neither of them turned back. Carole spent most of her time crying and they really didn't have time to see what the problem was; they were late in already because they had slept through the alarm.

"Right. I'm off to the gymnasium. I have the over 50s gymnastics group." Tim said after he had dropped his bag and his jumper into the locker. The young man pulled a face, and his lover tried not to grin. It had only been running for the two weeks they had been open, but there were a couple of women only in that class to see Tim and his lovely legs.

Gavin stepped forward and pressed a kiss to those soft lips. He ran his hands over the pert bottom that the tiny shorts covered and squeezed.

"I'll see you later on then."

Tim hurried out, but Gavin set off a little slower. He had a group of school children in for a badminton class, but they wouldn't turn up for at least another hour. He decided he had time to pop to the loo before finding all the equipment. The longest bit was filling out the forms to use the gear anyway.

He wondered who the guest lecturer coming in later that day would be talking to them about. They had only been here a few weeks and already Brittas had decided that they needed to have someone in to talk to them. It didn't really bode well.

He was filling out forms for the shuttlecocks when Brittas called, he wanted to know about the lost property. Gavin looked at the time, there was still time. He popped around to look in the cupboard, but the box for lost property taken yesterday from just the main changing rooms wasn't there.

Then Mr Brittas wanted Caroline's home number… because that was something he knew off the top of his head. He glanced at the forms for lost property, glancing down to the staff member's information that they had to enter every time they filled out a form and relayed the number to his boss.

Realising he didn't have enough forms to take everything he needed, Gavin headed off to reception to see if Carole had anymore. Their paper intake had to be high, he mused. They were always filling out forms.

Laura stopped him on the way past and asked him to tell Carole she had put the baby in the ladies' changing room. Gavin agreed, deciding it probably wasn't worth asking why she had put the baby there. He was fairly certain the woman had had it in a drawer earlier on.

Mr Brittas was at reception. That could well by why the baby had been moved, Brittas had threatened to confiscate him last time he had found the child in there. Mr Brittas didn't tell him where Carole was, instead sending him down to the gym, where Tim was, to collect the lost property box.

The man was still looking for that?

It was best not to ask. He headed back off down the corridor. He needed to remember to tell someone about the baby… Ben, was it?

In the gym, Tim was standing watching the women with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He must have just gotten off the phone with Brittas.

"Do apologise to Brittas for me. It's in the proper place now." Tim's lip curled as his voice took on a note of mocking.

"Don't have a go at me, Timmy." He reminded his boyfriend. The man had a tendency to lash out at whoever was there when he felt wronged.

"I'm sorry." Mumbled Tim, hanging his head.

"Don't worry. I'd better go before Mr Brittas gets anymore worked up."

"It's other people who get worked up." Tim managed to grin at him. That was good. He had pushed his class to near breaking point last week after Brittas had upset him.

"I'll see you later." He grabbed the box and headed back to reception. A boy argued with Brittas over a tie and Gavin headed back to the cupboard.

A little over an hour later and Gavin was watching the school group head back out again. It was only a small group as the school decided how many kids they could handle taking out, but he found it quite enjoyable. He was rather looking forward to a sit down though.

He didn't have pool duty till this afternoon, so he could have a shower and a sit down before he headed out to keep an eye on things in the weights room.

After his shower though, Gavin found himself by a sink in the first floors toilets cleaning a baby grow with washing up liquid and dried it with the hand drier.

It really wasn't something he had expected to be doing while working in the leisure centre.

Carole cleaned up wonderfully. He gave her the baby, all clean and settled. Carole smiled beautifully and he joked about drying the baby in the solarium.

He headed back down and off to the weights room.

The day finished with numerous people claiming to be sick and skipping the lecture. It turned out they didn't have much of a lecture as Brittas made the man flip out. Gavin couldn't help shifting himself in front of Tim when the man was angrily throwing things around.

Apparently, the guest lecturer couldn't cope with Brittas. They had to help out when he tried to kill their boss.

It was a relief to go home. They didn't even bother cooking, just grabbed some food from the Chinese Takeaway that was down one of the side roads, near the local primary school.

Their plans consisted of eating, sitting in front of the television and watching a VHS of something simple before heading to bed.

Gavin really hoped that this first fortnight was not setting the precedent for the rest of their time at the leisure centre. He'd have to start joining Tim in therapy.