I apologise for the amount of time between updates. I'm still doing this story, I just have writer's block. Same warnings and disclaimers apply. I hope this chapter is okay.


Under his feet, the bathmat squelched slightly, and the warmth of the bathroom steam made him slightly sleepy as he brushed his teeth. He leaned on the basin with one hand while he stared at his foggy reflection, slightly lost in thought. Gavin jumped slightly as he felt an arm slide around his naked waist, then he relaxed. Somehow, even after all this time, he still wasn't quite used to it.

"Hi again," Tim said, nuzzling into his neck. "Did I scare you?" Tim smiled up at him, spidering his warm fingertips on Gavin's ribs.

"Twing ta bwush ma teef Thim!" he squirmed slightly.

"Sorry." Tim didn't stop. Pulling Tim into a one armed cuddle, Gavin kept brushing, his dimples deepening with his smile. Tim stopped and leaned on the wall, smiling.

"I put your clothes out for you while you were in the shower," Tim said.

"Thanks!" Gavin spat into the basin before the toothpaste that threatened to escape through his smile actually did. Tim pulled him down for a kiss, fingers twisting in wet hair.

"Mm. Mint." He licked his lips and wrapped his arms around Gavin's waist again.

Gavin stroked up Tim's side. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed now, Tim? You're very cute in that towel, but Mr Brittas would have a fit!" He punctuated this with one finger gently prodding Tim in the back, directing him out of the ensuite into the bedroom.

Tim rolled his eyes at Gavin over his shoulder. "The uniform is too cold…" he strode over to the bed, picking up the offending article and waving it a little in annoyance. "Look at it! These shorts are tiny!" He noticed that Gavin didn't look like he cared. "What? What are you smiling at?"

Gavin couldn't help himself. "We wear short shorts… doo doo doo doo doo doodoo…" He reached over to tickle at Tim's waist.

Tim giggled and dodged away, dropping the shorts. "No, seriously! It won't be bad once it's summer, but you know how cold I get…"

"You're right actually though, Timmy. The building has been rather chilly the past few days," Gavin said, picking up Tim's shorts from the carpet and handing them back to him, "But apparently there's a new boiler man coming today, so you should be fine. The heaters will be working."

Tim nodded, pulling off his towel and dumping it on the bed. "That's Mr Brittas again, you know. He's scared off at least two boiler men since last week!"

Gavin pulled off his own towel, folding it before pulling on his underwear. "You should take your lycra tights just in case it's cold when we get there. You can wear them underneath."

"Won't that detract from the shortness of my short shorts?" Tim said with a teasing pout.

Gavin laughed, and hugged him, before pushing him away to get dressed. "Come on. We said we'd pick up that Linda girl, remember."