Alex and Fox both walked down the supermarket aisle. They both hated grocery shopping but it was their turn and they could not get out of it. Normally Walter was the one that did the shopping, but the various courses he was doing now kept him busy.

He had finished the International Cuisine course, much to the relief of his two lovers, but he had started a creative writing course now and he spent most evening attending various reading groups and lectures.

Both Alex and Fox were pleased that Walter had found something fill in the time since he had retired from the Bureau, but they had to admit they were starting to feel a little left out. It seemed that lately all of Walter's time was taken up with this writing course.

Fox looked down at the shopping list that he was holding in his hand. "I think we have just about everything we need." He said.

Alex glanced over at him. "Okay, let's get over to the checkout and then let's get out of here." He hated wasting time stuck in a supermarket when he could be at home having fun with Fox and Walter, especially the fun that the three of them could have in bed. That's if Walter's reading group had finished for the day, he mentally added.

Pushing the shopping trolley, they headed towards the checkout when Alex spotted something.

"Hey, Fox, look at that."

Fox looked over to where Alex was pointing. There near the second to last aisle was a huge display of Tim Tams.

"Weren't they the biscuits that Walter bought when he had his Australian night?" Alex asked.
"I think so." Fox replied. "My God." He exclaimed. "Look at all the different varieties." He sounded almost stunned.

They both approached the display, staring up at the rows of chocolate biscuits. Neither of them had any idea that there were so many different types.

"Look, they have mocha, and dark chocolate and white. Ohhh double choc." Alex was almost drooling now.

"Chewy caramel." Fox said as he reached over to pick up a packet. He turned it over in his hands almost reverently. Ever since Walter had bought these biscuits home, both Alex and Fox had developed quite a craving for them. Walter had joked that the company that made them must had added a secret ingredient that made them so addictive.

"Can we get some please Fox." Alex begged. "Come on, Walter probably won't be home til late, we can snack out in front of the TV, Walter will never know."

Fox had to admit, it was tempting. Seeing the slow grin spread across his lover's face, Alex knew that he had won.

Both he and Fox filled the trolley with different packets of Tim Tams, making sure they got every different kind. They were both going to be in Tim Tam heaven tonight.

**********

"Oohhhh, I don't feel so good." Alex moaned as he clutched at his stomach. He and Fox were both sprawled on the couch, surrounded by a scattering of biscuit crumbs and empty Tim Tam packets.

"I think we overdosed on chocolate." Fox groaned in agreement. "Oh my stomach feels terrible."

"Urg, what are we going to do?" Alex asked miserably. He tried to lift himself up off the couch, but grimacing at the pain in his stomach, he fell back again.

"I dunno, but I think I need my stomach pumped." Fox replied. Suddenly he let out a loud belch, then he moaned again.

"I think that last packet of double choc Tim Tams was a mistake." Alex gasped out. "A big mistake."

Before Fox could agree, the front door opened and Walter stepped into the living room. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the wreckage of what had once been his living room.

"What the hell...?" Carefully stepping over the empty packets and pieces of chocolate covered biscuits, he walked over to where his two young lovers were sprawled.

Both of them were smeared with chocolate and both of them looked up at him with identical expressions of misery and distress.

"What happened in here?" Walter asked, looking about the room incredulously. "I leave you both alone for one evening and I come back to...to this?"

"Oh Walter, we ate too much." Fox whimpered, still holding his stomach with both hands.

"Yeah Walter, we're sick. Really sick." Alex chimed in.

"Oh for the love of...okay, come on, let's get you both upstairs." With that, Walter bent down and helped them both off the couch.

Once he had Fox and Alex settled upstairs in bed with a hot water bottle pressed to the aching bellies, he came back down into the living room to clean up the mess that they had left.

Picking up the empty packets, Walter shook his head completely baffled. What ever possessed Fox and Alex to eat each and every packet of biscuits like this. Didn't they realize that they would end up with king-sized belly aches?

Finally he set the room to rights, then headed back upstairs to where his two young lovers were lying in bed.

"Feeling any better guys?" Walter asked as he entered the bedroom. Both Fox and Alex looked up at him miserably. They both shook their heads.

Walter sighed. "Do either of you want to tell me what happened tonight?" He asked.

He folded his arms over his broad chest waiting while Fox and Alex exchanged nervous glances.

"Well, um, it was like this." Alex began hesitantly. Slowly he described buying the packets of Tim Tams at the store, then he and Fox spending the evening pigging out on them.

"We didn't mean to we just got carried away." Alex piped up. "You're not angry with us, are you?"

Walter glared at them both for a moment, but seeing how really unhappy his two young lovers were, he relented, his expression softening.

"No, I'm not angry, but you have to understand that what you did was pretty dumb, wasn't it."

Both Fox and Alex blushed, looking thoroughly ashamed of themselves. "Sorry Walter." They both mumbled contritely.

"Okay then." Walter conceded. "No more Tim Tam orgies, got it?"

Both Fox and Alex nodded their heads vigorously, this had miraculously cured them of their Tim Tam craving.

Satisfied, Walter undressed and climbed into bed snuggling down with his sweet, if sick young men.
*********

"Feeling better?" Walter asked innocently as Fox and Alex wandered into the sunny kitchen.

"Yes thanks." Fox replied. Alex nodded. "I think the hot water bottle helped." He added.

"That's great." Walter replied cheerfully. "Now sit down, breakfast is nearly ready."

"What are we having?" Alex asked as both he and Fox seated themselves at the table.

"A surprise." Walter replied. He set two plates down in front of them both.

Fox and Alex stared down at the concoction that sat facing them. "Walter what the hell is this?" Alex asked horrified.

"Oh another Australian dish I learned about. It's called Bubble and Squeak and it's a mixture of every leftover I had in the fridge. I thought you might like it. Oh and there's Vegemite toast to go with it." Walter explained as he beamed at both Alex and Fox, quite pleased with himself.

Swallowing hard, Fox and Alex picked up their forks, Fox prodding dubiously at the brownish looking mess sitting on his plate.

Carefully Alex took a bite, then he smiled. "Hey, this isn't too bad. Try it Fox."

"You're right Alex." Fox replied. Soon they both cleared their plates but to Walter's amusement, neither of them touched the Vegemite toast.

"Oh well." He said as he carried the now empty plates over to the dishwasher, maybe he could substitute it for Marmite instead.