Part 4
Later that night, Paul opened the front door of his apartment and walked in. The sight that he was greeted with took his breath away. The whole apartment had been set with candles and soft music hummed from the stereo. Tim was seated on the couch, holding two glasses of champagne.
�About time you got here.�
Paul smiled and dropped his keys onto the table, walking over to sit next to Tim on the couch. Tim handed him a glass and he smiled.
�Thank you.�
�You�re welcome.�
Tim leant in and kissed Paul very lightly on the lips. He then pulled away and smiled again, raising his glass towards Paul. Paul returned his smile.
�What are we celebrating?�
�Our reunion. On-screen and off.�
They clinked their glasses together and sat there in silence sipping on the champagne. Paul let his mind wander back through the day�s events. He never expected the meeting to be about he and Tim, especially not the executives offering them a chance to do a show together. But that�s exactly what had happened.
The suits had seemed rather surprised when Paul and Tim enthusiastically responded to the idea of working together. They knew about the history that they had together, and rumours of bad blood, some of which was true. But it seemed that all that was behind them now and they could move on, both professionally and personally.
�Paul?�
Paul shook himself free from his thoughts.
�Sorry what?�
�What were you thinking about?�
Paul placed his now empty glass on the table, then took Tim�s from his hand and placed it there too. He then moved over on the couch, placing his hand on Tim�s leg and slowly creeping up his thigh. He leant in and nuzzled against Tim�s neck, brushing his lips across the soft skin and causing Tim to let out a soft moan.
�I was thinking about you. And I was remembering that you promised me a massage.�
Tim pulled away and got to his feet. He reached out a hand and pulled Paul up as well. Slipping his arms around Paul�s waist, he leant in close and whispered to him.
�Go into the bedroom, take off your shirt and lie face down on the bed. I�ll be right there.�
Paul smiled and did as instructed, heading down the hall to his bedroom. He walked in and saw that it had been littered with candles as well, giving it the same atmosphere as the lounge room. Paul pulled his shirt off over his head, then lay face down on the bed, looking towards and the door and waiting for Tim to return.
part 5