Tenement Funster

An Ultimatum...

"I'm glad Griff is moving...but it would help if he knew where he was going..."  Freddie remarked as he and Roger rode in a taxi back to Freddie's place.  

"He just wants out...don't worry...he'll find something..."  Roger replied.  "I'd offer to go back home and let him have your guest room...but I don't think you can fit all his belongings in your place..."  Roger surmised.  Freddie gave the blond a reassuring look.

"You aren't going anywhere..."  Freddie said firmly.  "You need time to decide what you want to do and Brian needs a touch more punishment in my opinion..."  he expressed to his friend.  

"I think that's up to me..."  Roger reminded him.  "But...yeah...a bit more time would serve him well..."  Roger agreed.  The taxi pulled up to the walkway by Freddie's maisonette and he eyed his unused car at the curb and paid the taxi driver.

"I've got to get another driver..."  Freddie grumbled.  "I hate relying on taxis..."  he complained.  His face lit up and he nudged Roger as they walked to his front door.  "Wait! You drive..."  Freddie stated.  "Why don't you drive me around until I get a new driver?"  he proposed.

"I'd be happy to...if I actually had a license..."  Roger confessed.  Freddie was confused for a moment.

"But you drove that car to pick up Brian in Bath and then drove to Devon..."  Freddie questioned. 

"I know..." Roger agreed.  "But I've never bothered to take the driving exam..."  he remarked.  Freddie considered this revelation for a moment and the other secrets Roger had divulged of late.  It had been quite a lot of scintillating information.

"Anything else about you I need to know?"  Freddie asked lightheartedly as he unlocked the front door.  "Are you a spy or maybe secretly a millionaire?" he questioned.  Roger laughed at his query.

"I think you know everything there is to know..."  Roger assured him.  "Except the juicy bits of my sex life..."  he teased.  Freddie giggled at the consideration of getting Roger drunk and getting him to talk.  He kept that idea in his head as he noted the quiet in his house.

"We're back!"  Freddie announced loudly as Roger closed the door.  Noting the lack of footsteps at his call.  They both listened for the sound of John or Magda appearing from other parts of the house as they pulled off their coats.

"Maybe John's having a nap..."  Roger considered as they both shared of a look of curiosity.

"I'll go check upstairs..."  Freddie advised as he checked his watch.  "Magda is probably at the shops..."  he noted as he climbed the stairs and Roger walked towards the kitchen.

"I'm hungry..."  Roger declared as Freddie ignored him and walked to his bedroom at the end of the hall.  The door was open.  He stepped inside and found no John but some clothes had been left on the bed.  Freddie found it odd as he walked to the other rooms looking for his boyfriend.

"John...we're back..."  Freddie repeated as he checked the bathroom and the guest room.  Finding them empty.  He went to his study and saw no one there.  Freddie glanced at his desk and saw the telephone had been moved and there was a piece of his stationery laid in the middle of his blotter.  He walked over and realized John must have gone somewhere and left him a note.   'Maybe he went with Magda...'  Freddie considered as he picked up the paper and read the scribbled and somewhat smeared writing.

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Dear Freddie -

I called home and have decided to take the train to Leicester today to see my parents.