Part 2
Paul was aroused from his sleep a few hours later by a knock at the door. He looked down at Tim, who was still sleeping soundly, and he placed a soft kiss upon his forehead before slipping out from underneath him and pulling on a pair of boxers. He walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to answer the front door.
"Good morning sunshine."
"Hey Richie."
Richard gave Paul a hug and ruffled his hair as he entered the flat. Paul yawned and stretched his arms over his head before closing the front door and turning to his best friend. Rich was smiling.
"Didn't get much sleep Paulie?"
Paul just returned his smile and did his best to ignore that comment.
"You want some tea?"
"Just a coffee thanks."
Paul turned and headed into his kitchen to make some coffee for Rich and a nice hot cup of tea for himself. Rich wandered in after him and leant up against the doorframe.
"So where's Tim?"
Always on cue, Tim chose that exact moment to wander into the kitchen, wearing the same amount of clothing as Paul.
"Richie!"
He gave Richard a hug and then walked over to Paul, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him softly but passionately on the lips. Paul resisted the urge to take Tim right then and there on the kitchen floor. Paul extracted himself from Tim to pour two cups of coffee and one of tea. He handed one to Tim and then walked over and gave one to Rich as well.
"So what are you doing here so early Rich?"
Paul went back over and stood next to Tim, who put his arm back around Paul's bare waist.
"You forgot didn't you Paul?"
Paul looked over at Rich and it suddenly hit him.
"Oh shit! Damn Rich I seriously totally forgot."
Tim gently stroked Paul's bare side and looked down at him.
"What'd you forget babe?"
Paul returned Tim's gaze, knowing deep down that he was going to be hurt by the news he was about to hear, despite the innocence of the whole situation.
"Khym has this friend, and I promised Rich that I'd go out to lunch with the three of them. I would have told you, I just totally forgot."
"That's fine."
Tim was hurt, Paul could sense it in his voice, see the emotions swirling within his dark eyes. Tim had always been a jealous person, and that jealousy always seemed to be doubled when it came to Paul and Rich.
Paul looked over at Rich with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Is this really important?"
"Paul you promised me weeks ago!"
"I know, but .."
"Fuck Paul, if you didn't want to do it .."
"I didn't say I didn't want to do it .."
Paul felt Tim's arm slip from around his waist and he immediately regretted uttering those words. He looked up at Tim.
"Tim, I .."
Paul didn't know what to say. Tim apparently did.
"So you want to go out with this girl? You want to date someone else? Is that it?"
"Tim don't be stupid. I .."
"I'm not stupid, Paul. Look don't worry about it, go out, have a good time, hell you might even get laid."
"Tim it's nothing like that."
"Yeah right. For fuck's sake I know you Paul, I should have fucking expected this."
Paul stared at Tim in surprise.
"And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh please. You've always been a slut Paul. You'd fuck anyone who gave you a second glance. Doesn't matter if they're male or female, and it doesn't matter to you who you hurt."
Paul felt the tears building up in his eyes as the anger rose. Tim of all people knew how sensitive he was when it came to that particular subject. He had never felt so hurt as he did at that moment. Without even thinking he struck out, his fist hitting Tim square in the jaw and knocking him to the ground.
"Fuck you Tim. I never want to see you again .. go to hell."
Paul walked out of the kitchen leaving Tim laying sprawled on the floor with blood coming from his lip and Rich just standing there speechless.
part 3