The mood is mute, six men sit in Vince's lounge, all wearing dark suites.
"I felt the funeral was very touching, especially your eulogy Lance," Don says breaking the silence.
Lance stands up from the dining chair he was sitting on. Lance is wearing a suit Jacket that is five times too big for him, it was the only way of getting the sleeves over the plaster casts on his arms. He heads to the kitchen door and pauses, he looks back at Don, the bruising still very apparent on his face.
"Thanks," he says then walks into the kitchen.
Vince gets up and follow's him in the kitchen to find him at the sink staring out into the garden.
"Are you ok?" Vince asks genuinely concerned.
"Yeah I'm good," he lies sniffing back the tears.
Vince wraps his big arms round him and holds him close.
"Thanks for the shrine," Lance says looking at the shrine Vince had set up next to Anthony's for Lance's mother. Just ten minutes earlier they had scattered his mother's ashes in the garden, "She would have liked it." He adds. "You know you didn't have to cancel tonight's poker game," he says.
"No, today has been very emotional for you, it's best we spend it alone tonight." Vince replies.
Lance turns round, Vince winces at the deep purple bruising on the boys face, his heart aches at how vulnerable Lance is looking. Lance looks up at Vince with his large blue tear filled eyes. Nothing is said, nothing needs to be said, they can both feel the love for each other.
"Is everything ok?" Tim asks tentatively waking into the kitchen.
"Yes everything is fine," Lance says smiling still staring at Vince.
Vince pulls away, "I leave you two alone for a while," he says, "How about I empty your balls tonight?" He adds as he walks past Tim.
Lance's expression changes to that of pure joy, "Oh god yes please!" Tim looks at Lance quizzically, "He hasn't let me cum since I got from home from the hospital on Monday."
"But today is Friday, you haven't cum for five days?" Tim asks incredulously.
Lance shakes his head and smiles, "I guess he's taking advantage of the fact I can't jack off." he says lifting his arms. "Also he found out about the nurse giving me a blow job, says it's my punishment for letting him, as if I could have done anything about it."
"Oh you poor thing." Tim says and quickly hugs Lance. "I wish I could be the one to make you cum, I bet it'll be awesome."
"Tim you are such a good friend, I've never had such a good friend as you. You've done so much for me this past week, I don't know how to repay you, I hope we can be friends for ever."
"Oh god yeah, as long as being your friend means I get to play with your cock once in a while," Tim grins.
"You bet." he replies then kisses him tenderly.
"I must admit it was dead funny helping you piss earlier," Tim says.
"Yeah, that wouldn't have been so bad if you hadn't kept fondling me and getting me hard. Vince wasn't at all pleased that I pissed everywhere except the toilet," he replies laughing. "Taking a shit is the worst, Vince has to wipe my ass, you wanna hear him complain about it."
Tim laughs, "I'd wipe your ass any day," he replies.
The boy's head back into the lounge where Robert, Nathan and Don are standing by the door.
"Are we leaving?" Tim asks.
"Yes, get your coat," Don commands him.
"Aww, do we really have to?" Tim complains.
"They need sometime alone, come on."
Tim grabs his coat and Vince thanks them all for coming.
