There was a small back porch behind the building and this is where Gareth dragged Tim, an odd smile on his lips.
Tim was still confused about his sudden odd behavior and once they were outside, he shook his head and finally was able to pull his hand away.
"Gareth, what are you..?"
Gareth whirled around, and Tim found himself with his back up against the wall.
"Do you fancy me?" Gareth asked softly, tilting his head to one side.
"Wait…what?!"
"Do…You…Fancy…Me?" Gareth said, emphasizing each word with a light poke to Tim's chest.
"Gareth, if this is about that snog in the bathroom, it wasn't a real snog so…"
"Then why did you kiss me forehead at all?" Gareth asked simply.
Tim was forced to think about that one and his cheeks burned a bright shade of red when he looked into Gareth's blue eyes again.
Those eyes….damn! Those eyes could make a man do anything that Gareth wanted them to.
Or didn't, as was the case with his father and his friends.
His mouth dried up and he shut it with a faint clicking of teeth and Gareth smiled slowly, his lip's color coming back to the cherry red that it was when he was feeling better.
"Would you like me to snog you?" he offered softly. "To see if you like it?"
"Gareth! I'm not into that! I'm into…"
Gareth's lips were on his before he could finish that thought and Tim found himself standing there helplessly, his eyes wide open in surprise.
Slowly Gareth's hands slid up Tim's sides and before the man could push him away; those slender digits were gently touching his face, holding his head in place.
He stopped to take a shuddering breath, looking at Tim with half-closed eyes full of wanting and lust and he stopped Tim's fresh protest with his lips once more.
A soft whimper escaped from Gareth's throat and slowly he pulled back, looking at Tim with a faint smile as he rested his forehead against his.
"Don't you want to kiss me back?" he whispered softly.
Tim was still stunned from the two very amazing kisses he had just received and slowly he nodded before he realized what he had just done and he pushed Gareth away lightly, shaking his head.
"Gareth! I'm not gay!" he said simply. "You know that I have a thing for Rachel and…"
"She's a right twat that one." Gareth said, reluctantly removing his hands and keeping them behind his back to avoid touching him again. "Stupid git."
"You were the one who said that you would do her." Tim pointed out. "Hand job?" he said, putting on the same expression on his face that Gareth had had when he made the offer.
"Don't remind me." He muttered.
"I just…I don't get it, Gareth! This whole time you've said that you weren't gay and now all of a sudden you're coming on to me! Why the sudden change, Gareth? Why didn't you always act like this before? I always thought that you were a homophobe."
"I suppose that I was." Gareth admitted, looking down at the ground a bit sadly. "I was always afraid of being myself really, because of what me da' did to me… I thought that that was what gays did…that and fuck animals."
Tim snorted out a bit of laughter at that one, remembering when they had been forced to solve the problem of the farmer trying to bring three things over a river.
"Just get his wife to help." Gareth had suggested back then.
"He don't got a wife." Tim sighed, and Gareth had snorted at this.
"All farmers have wives." He had pointed out.
"Not this one; he's gay."
"Well then he shouldn't be allowed around animals now should he?"
"Yeah…that's real perverts, Gareth." Tim laughed.
A small smile touched Gareth's lips and he tilted his head to one side.
"Yeah…that was wrong." He admitted.
"And then there's how you reacted to me kissing you." Tim added.
"I rather liked that actually, but did you honestly think I was going to say so on camera?" he asked.
Tim thought about it and he then nodded slightly.
"I suppose that's why you claimed not to kiss me back? Even though I know that you did?"
A soft giggle escaped from Gareth as he nodded.
"Did you just…giggle?" Gareth covered his mouth with one hand, nodding as he slowly started to laugh.
"Yeah…" he said and slowly he controlled himself as he looked back up at Tim.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
He was wringing his hands again as he looked down at the ground and Tim assumed that he was about to make a request from him.
"Could you…kiss me?" he asked.
"Gareth…"
"Just one last time, yeah?" he said quickly. "To make up for when I shoved your face away?"
Rolling his eyes, Tim wanted to tell him no and end it there, but he once more found himself staring into those eyes and he clicked his teeth together softly.
"Fine! But this is the last time, all right?"
"Right." Gareth nodded.
Tim nodded to himself and he hesitated as he looked at the taller man, licking his lips slowly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss Gareth…it was the idea of what could happen afterwards that terrified him really.
But any fear he had was melted away by those watery blue eyes and Tim soon found that he was starting to kiss him.
Gareth closed his eyes and he tenderly started to kiss him back, those thin arms wrapping themselves around Tim's middle.
Soon lips were parted and their tongues became involved and a shudder of pleasure ran down Tim's spine at how easily Gareth's tongue found his, caressing it gently as it twisted around.
Tim's hands slowly ran up the back of Gareth's jacket and one found a place behind his head, digging his fingers gently into his soft blonde hair.
Gareth moaned softly and when the kiss was finished, the two stood holding each other tightly, Gareth smiling down at Tim.
"How was that?" he whispered softly.
"I'm not sure." Tim said huskily. "Maybe one more will do the trick, aye?" Gareth smiled and lightly rubbed his nose against Tim's.
"Whatever you say, master." He whispered before their lips and tongues met again.
Their emotions and lust soon got the better of them and Tim easily spun them around and it was Gareth with his back pressed up against the wall, Tim holding his arms above his head, his hands wrapping around his thin wrists easily.
"Not too fast." Gareth panted between kisses. "When we get to my place we can do more." he explained and they went back to kissing with more gusto as the promise of sex hung thickly in the air.
Gareth was in the middle of lightly nibbling Tim's bottom lip when suddenly the door swung open and when he opened his eyes, they grew wide in horror as he pulled away from Tim, the same strangled cat noise escaping his lips.
"What's wrong?" Tim asked in confusion, and when he looked, he gasped softly.
"You fucking little bummer!" Gareth's father growled and Gareth whimpered as he slowly hid behind Tim.
"Da'…"