Frankie and Cam Four

Tess O-Meter Green.

Okay, so here's the thing. Some time ago, I wrote a one-off story called 'Dance of Desire'. This led to a second story, in which my original two characters had quite busy part-time roles (Dangerous Liaisons). Then I bought my original two back for a third story (Perfection) which I felt finished everything off quite nicely and the two of them went quiet in my head.

I should have known better. This is, after all, Frankie we are talking about and when did he ever stay quiet? Yep, he's back. In my head, looking cute as hell, flapping his lips up and down, and giving me no peace. I figure if I have to suffer, so do you!

As you can see, I named it F&C 4, because for all intents and purposes that's exactly what it is.

If you are new to F&C, or to me, I don't think you need to have read the previous stories first, necessarily. But if you HATE spoilers, then yes you really should.

This story is set a couple of years after the end of Perfection.

Deep breath... Lip gloss at the ready... Here we go...

-X

Frankie absolutely adored the body currently plastered to his.

Hot as a furnace, sweat slicked skin, trembling with exertion, pelvis hard against his, strong thighs flush.

He could feel muscles trembling in the flat stomach pressed against him, breath rippling through the abdomen. Arms clasped his shoulders, holding him tightly. Soft firm breasts squished against his solid chest.

Okay, the breasts themselves didn't do anything for him, but the heart beating valiantly beneath them sure as hell did.

He hauled Mia to a standing position and they hug-bounced around the studio, yelling happily.

"Nailed it. Nailed it. Finally, we did it."

Mia grabbed his wet cheeks and pressed a smacker to his lips. "Mmwwaaahhhhhh."

Frankie fake gagged. "Oh my God. No tongue. What's wrong with you, girl?"

Laughing she slapped his arm before slipping hers around his waist. They semi-staggered over to the small kitchen area. "Ah. I'm exhausted, Frankie. Are we getting old? Grazie." She added when he passed her towel over.

"No, just doing the fastest Cha Cha that ever was," Frankie confirmed, rubbing his towel over his face and head to soak up some sweat, while he walked blindly towards the fridge, one hand extended in front of him. "Orange Juice?"

"Si." Mia wiped her face again and then the back of her neck, still breathing hard. She grabbed her phone with her free hand and scrolled. Frowning as she saw several missed calls.

"Here you go." Frankie placed a glass in front of her and glugged half of his before scrubbing his head and face again.

"Frankie, can I check your phone?"

He frowned as Mia grabbed his phone and unlocked it (how the hell did she know his code?) before scrolling, her brows drawing together.

"I have six missed calls from Beth. You have five and a text." She passed his phone over and Frankie quickly opened the text. "Oh shit." His dark eyes looked at her, full of fear.

"What?" She grabbed the phone from his lax hand and read. 'We had an accident. Ambulance is here now. Taking us to the Chelsea and Westminster. Meet there. I call with news.'

Mia jumped from her stool, threw back her juice and stripped to her sports bra as Frankie watched her dazedly.

Grabbing her bag she pulled out a long sleeve tee and pulled it over her head, before turning Frankie on the stool and gripping the bottom of his vest top. "Come on, Frankie. Move. Arms up."

He complied, nearly toppling off the stool, and finally got with the programme when she handed him a dry top. "Mia?"

"Drink the rest of your juice," she instructed so firmly he obeyed without thinking, as she swept his phone, keys, and wallet into her bag, along with her own. "Let's go. Taxi."

Biting his lip, grateful for her 'take-charge' attitude, Frankie hurried into the sun. Squinting when he spotted what looked like a taxi on the street. "I'll grab it, you lock up," he threw over his shoulder, before colliding with a solid mass. "Ouch."

"Stop panicking, Frankie," a deep voice said. Hands gripping him firmly.

Frankie looked up, his eyes adjusting. "Robbie? What are you doing here?"

"Here, getting you to A&E. In London, I came up with David and Armenia," referring to his twin and brother in law. "Armenia's judging on Sunday, I wanted to see you all." He towed Frankie towards the taxi as Mia caught up. "I miss you guys."

"Awwwwww." Mia and Frankie said together and made him chuckle.

They hustled into the cab and the driver confirmed, "Hospital?" nodding and pulling away at Robbie's, "Thanks, mate." He turned back to Frankie's frightened gaze.

"I called Beth to try and arrange dinner for us all. Caught her in between trying to call you. David and Armenia have headed to meet her at A&E."

He leaned towards Frankie. Sat behind the driver so he could face them both. "Beth said they have an assisted lift," he raised both hands above his head to demonstrate. "But she went in too fast, realized he wouldn't be able to balance her, she was going to go straight over his head."

He lowered his hands, one hand patting Frankie's knee. "Cam being Cam, basically grabbed her from the air and fell back, pulling her down on top of him."

"He didn't want her to get hurt," Mia said, her hand on her heart as Frankie groaned, his head sinking to his knees.

Robbie nodded at Mia. "Seems like he hit his head and was a bit dazed, or even knocked out briefly. And of course she landed right on his ribs and abdomen. Not ideal."

"How bad is he hurt?" Frankie asked, looking up his eyes full of tears. Mia leaned against him to comfort.

"I'm sorry, Frankie. I don't know until we get there. But he's a big tough guy and he's not stupid. He would have tensed up to take the impact and protect himself."

Frankie blinked and looked out the window as they turned. "We're here."

"Whoa, whoa. Wait till the cab stops, you moron." Robbie released his wrist as the locks clicked. Smiling as Frankie hesitated seeing his credit card. "I've got this. I'm right behind you."

When Robbie got out, Frankie was stood, his hand caught in Mia's as they stared at the numerous people milling about and nine ambulances lined up.

"How do we get in?" he asked, looking lost.

"This way. At least it's quiet today." Robbie smothered a smile as Frankie goggled at him.

He noticed a nurse taking a quick second glance at him and veered away from the desk, dragging Frankie and Mia with him. "Hi, I'm Dr Armstrong. I'm looking for my friend, Camillo Russo. This is his husband. Do you know where he is?" he asked the young man.

"Dr Armstrong?" he looked confused. "I thought you were with Cam?"

"That's Dr David Armstrong, my twin. I'm Robbie, the better looking one. I've sanitized." He held out a hand with a wolfish grin.

"Oh," the nurse laughed a bit and shook before looking at Frankie. "Follow me, but." He looked uneasily at Mia.

"Give me two minutes and I'll thin the ranks," Robbie promised with a wink.

"Appreciate it. We're a bit short of room. There you go," he pointed to where David was speaking with a doctor. Beth sat nearby with Armenia, looking upset.

"You were flirting with him," Frankie accused in an undertone as they crossed the busy room.

"Got results, didn't it?"

"You're not even queer."

"Shame for you," Robbie chirped and made Frankie choke out an unexpected laugh.

David turned and gave Frankie a reassuring smile, pulling him into his side, as Mia went straight to Beth. "Frankie, this is Dr Narayan."

The doctor's bleeper went off before she could speak and she sighed tiredly.

"You know, I can update Frankie if you need to deal with that. It's the third time," he told Frankie with a smile.

"Really? That would be great." She patted Frankie's arm kindly, as he eyed the empty bay. "Cam's just having a scan, but I'm not concerned. I'll be back later with results. Is that okay?"

"It's fine," Frankie said quickly. He would rather speak with David anyway.

David moved Frankie closer to the small group. "A lift went wrong. You know about that?" Everyone nodded.

"So, it seems Cam was knocked out for a moment or two, but he was fully coherent when the paramedics got there. No cut, bit of a bump and he'll have a headache for a day or two. If he's really unlucky it might trigger a migraine, but they've given him some meds to try and prevent that. No one is worried about the head injury, okay?"

His eyes were calm on Frankie's who nodded. Confirming, "Okay," in a small voice.

"Dr Narayan and her team suspect a couple of broken or cracked ribs, but they're not worried about any internal damage other than bruising. Right now he's having a scan to confirm. The scan will be reported straight away in case of bleeding inside, you know how this goes right?"

Frankie nodded again. David had once treated him for something very similar.

"It's going be a big surprise to everyone if there's anything like that going on. Trust me."

"Did they let you examine him?" Frankie asked.

"They did, actually." David admitted.

"Okay then," Frankie visibly relaxed and went to sit with Beth. "Don't you even think about blaming yourself."

"I jumped too fast," Beth moaned, her voice wavering.

"And what? Cam should have let you sail over his head and land on yours?" Frankie smooshed his face through her thick Afro, making her laugh as he kissed her head. She laughed harder when he sneezed.

"Tickles." He grinned and rubbed his nose before finishing, her head now on his shoulder. "You're not to worry. If David says he's okay, then he's okay." He absently played with her hair as she took in a shaky breath, snuggling up to him. "I might grow mine out again," he murmured thoughtfully.

She lifted her head and eyed his short crop. "Yea? Maybe? I like it both ways."

"Might get some short dreads," he mused, wiggling his eyebrows at Robbie, who was famous for having had the same style for decades, then he sat up straight. "Hang on. What about the competition on Sunday?"

Beth shrugged sadly.

"You should dance with Robbie."

Beth rolled her eyes, but Robbie looked thoughtful. He had only retired from dancing six months ago and still taught.

"You could," Armenia confirmed. "With your partner injured you can switch."

"But one day to practise," Beth said carefully.

"No problem," Robbie scoffed and went down on one knee in front of her, kissing her hand with exaggerated lavishness. "Dance with me, fair maiden."

She looked at Frankie.

"Cam won't mind," he told her. "You guys have never danced together. Now's your chance."

She nodded shyly and giggled when Robbie kissed her again.

"Right now though, we need to pick Charlie up from nursery," Armenia said, referring to Beth's daughter. He stood and pulled Beth up. "I'm tagging along to get some diaper changing practise."

"I'll come, I'm not turning down a Charlie-fix." Robbie smiled at Mia. "Shall we drop you home?"

"You go," Frankie told her. "Get some rest. I'll call you later."

"Update me as soon as you have any news." Mia kissed his cheek. "You are staying?" she asked David.

"Right here."

They said their goodbyes and Frankie let out a sigh when he was left just with David.

"Well that gave her something else to think about," David said, referring to Beth. "Doing okay?"

"Yea. I just hate that he's hurt."

David pulled Frankie close. "I know, Frankie. But honestly."

"What?"

"You gonna hate it more when he feels half way better and turns into grouchy frustrated Cam."

Frankie snorted out a laugh. David wasn't wrong. "What was that about nappy changing? Have you and Armenia had news?"

David and Armenia were in the process of adopting the most delicious three year old on the planet. A little girl called Melanie, who was a heartbreaker in more ways than one.

Frankie thought she had the sweetest smile he had ever seen. She also had the most wicked giggle, which made everyone stare in surprise when they first heard it. She was one of those babies who had never met a stranger, her cuddles were just the best.

She also had Downs Syndrome and some brain damage from a difficult birth, plus a heart condition.

Melanie would probably never learn more than a few basic words. Would never be continent and would never be a teen. But Armenia and David were determined to be her dads and to give her the most love, most fun, and most experiences they could in whatever time she had.

Frankie had met her twice, and both times had sobbed in Cam's arms for an hour when they got home. His heart breaking for the beautiful little girl who dealt with so much while smiling.

He had vowed never to cry in front of her though. Never. Never. He never would.

"Couple of weeks," David said, wonder in his voice.

"She's gonna be yours in a couple of weeks?" Okay, so much for not crying!

David took one look at Frankie's expression, looked away and pressed his lips together hard, nodding.

"I claim first cuddle."

"You're way down the list, my friend."

"What? No. I'll fight them off." Frankie raised his fists and tried to look fierce even though his heart was still in his damp eyes.

David snickered. "My dad's twice your size, Frankie."

"Oh your dad. Well that's different." Frankie allowed, tipping his head to David's shoulder. "Scared?"

"Fucking terrified."

Frankie just linked their fingers and they sat quiet for a while, as the madness raged around them.

Some time later Dr Narayan appeared suddenly in front of them, tablet (the electronic kind) in hand. "Where's Cam?" she asked, her eyes darting around as if they had him concealed somewhere.

"Not back yet," David told her.

"Must be a porter issue," she suggested and turned. "Oh, here he is now."

Frankie leapt to his feet as a disgruntled Cam was wheeled into the bay.

"I could have walked."

"And put me out of a job?" the porter winked and checked the back of the chair. "This one's yours," he confirmed, tapping the wheelchair's handle before quickly leaving with a cheery wave.

"Were you giving that poor man a hard time?" Frankie asked, leaning over to claim a kiss.

A low grumble in Italian came back.

"Sweetheart," Frankie crooned, smoothing Cam's hair back. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore and my head hurts. Just a headache," he added quickly, seeing concern flare in Frankie's eyes.

"Do you want to move back to the bed, Cam?" Dr Narayan asked.

He gave her a dangerous look. "How long am I staying?"

"Good point," she beamed a sunny smile at him. Then turned to David, handing him a package and some papers. "Discharge summary, medication, and here." He took the tablet she held out. "Two broken and one cracked rib. Any questions?" Frankie looked up surprised, then smiled when she winked at him. Clearly she had the lay of the land and knew Cam would be happier at home in David's care.

David studied the screen, enlarging the image and taking his time. Then he stood and moved to Cam. "Broken here," he held his hand over Cam's side without actually touching him. "And here. Here is the cracked." He glanced at Dr Narayan who smiled in confirmation.

Cam nodded his understanding.

"Any questions, Cam?"

He shook his head at Dr Narayan's question. "No, thank you. I understand."

"Minimum six weeks," she said firmly. Obviously referring to something already discussed.

"Yes."

"This here," David angled the screen for Dr Narayan to see. "This isn't another break?"

"Previously broken the radiologist said. No pain here?" she very gently indicated his abs, towards the right.

"Just sore from the bruise. I broke a rib there when a child, I think."

"You think? Did you not see a doctor?"

"No." Cam's gaze was guarded and Frankie reached for his hand. Cam's childhood hadn't been anyone's bed of roses.

Dr Narayan took the hint and took the tablet back, studying it carefully. "I'm happy," she said finally.

"Me too," David agreed. "I'll get him out of here."

"You know where we are if you have any questions or concerns, Cam. Otherwise, take care and heal up soon."

"Thank you. Can I walk out?"

"Sure, if you prefer. Keep a hold of your husband, you've a lot of painkillers in your system right now."

"Thank you so much, Dr Narayan," Frankie gave the exhausted doctor his brightest smile. "I'll take good care of him."

"I've no doubt," she gave them a weary smile when someone called her, and hurried off.

Frankie and David took an arm each and escorted a lightheaded Cam towards the exit.

-X

Four hours later David finally left them alone, having completed the drug regime and hung around until Cam had showered.

Cam sat, slightly stiffly, on a low kitchen chair and sipped a milky de-caff tea. Putting it aside when Frankie reappeared from his own shower.

"Urghh. Christ, I was rancid," Frankie complained as he moved in and straddled Cam's legs, putting his chest in front of Cam's eyes.

"I like you sweaty," Cam's hands slid around to cup Frankie's ass.

"Don't get me revved up, big guy. You're in no condition to follow through." Frankie peered at the top of Cam's head. "Where's the bump again?"

Cam had winced and cursed his way through a careful hair wash in the shower, but Frankie didn't want to hurt him.

"Here," Cam reached up gingerly and indicated a circle at the back of his head, before thankfully dropping his arm. Resting his hands on Frankie's butt was far more comfortable.

"Goddit," Frankie drawled, and gently sank his fingers into Cam's hair. Working small repeated circles towards the back of Cam's scalp with tender care, without risking going too near the bump.

Cam sighed and let his forehead rest on Frankie's chest. His hands unconsciously kneading Frankie's ass in time with the gentle movements.

Frankie smirked. "You know, you only took five hours to get in and out of A&E. That's practically unheard of," he only got a grunt in response.

Keeping his voice low, he updated Cam on his day. The successful training with Mia. Wondering what Beth and Robbie would pull out of the hat for the competition.

Cam's hands slowly relaxed and slid down Frankie's thighs. His head resting heavier and heavier against his chest, until Frankie had to subtly brace.

Finally Cam took a deep breath and lifted his head. His blue eyes sleepy on Frankie's. "I think I should lie down."

"Is it better?"

Cam's eyes crinkled in a lazy smile. "Ti amo"

"Good. Ti amo" Frankie replied with a kiss. "Come on then."

Frankie settled Cam and then used the bathroom. Moving by the light leaking in from the street as he slipped under the cover.

"Frankie?"

"What? I thought you were sleeping."

"Come closer."

Frankie shuffled forward a little, his legs resting against Cam's. "I don't want to hurt you."

"The bruising's mostly on the left. My shoulder's fine. Please, I need to feel you."

Frankie relented and carefully slipped under Cam's arm, pulling over a pillow so his head was more on that than Cam's shoulder. He curled against Cam's warmth, but then huffed.

"What's wrong?"

"I have nowhere to put my hand."

"Where you always do," Cam sounded bemused.

"No," Frankie ran his fingers gently over Cam's bruised abs. Then inspired. "How about here, there's no bruising here, right?"

Cam winced as he snorted a soft laugh. "No, there's no bruising there." He fell asleep with a smile on his face, his balls lightly cupped in Frankie's hand.

-X

Late the next morning Frankie opened up the studio and led a stiffly moving Cam inside.

He had barely got the patio doors open than Mia came in and stopped dead, a terrifying look on her face at seeing Cam.

"He wanted to go help Robbie and Beth," Frankie told her. "This was a compromise."

Frankie's eyes widened as Mia got in Cam's face and let out a tirade of lightning fast Italian. There was no way he was following that.

He made drinks as Cam's expression changed from shocked, to pissed off, to wary, guilty, and finally acceptance. Mia finished with more gentle words and then kissed him. Leading him to one of the comfy chairs and angling it so he could see both the garden and the rehearsal space.

Frankie took Cam's drink over as he eased into the chair and then relaxed, the sun bringing out golden glints in his hair. "I'm sorry if I made you concerned by coming out today," Cam said quietly.

Frankie smiled. He'd had a feeling Mia's anger had been about not taking care of himself. "It's fine. This way I can keep an eye on you." He brushed Cam's fringe back and leaned in for a kiss. "Just rest, okay?"

Cam smiled and settled into the chair as Frankie walked back to Mia.

Frankie absolutely loved this space. The studio was Robbie's, but when he moved back to the Cotswolds he had let his house and asked Frankie if he wanted to rent the dance studio.

It turned out that Robbie, David, and their sister all part paid the mortgage and they didn't want to sell the London property. The studio, that looked out on to the private shady garden, had a back entrance through a gate. Frankie hadn't registered the gate had been open yesterday when he barrelled into Robbie. Else he wouldn't have been able to see the cab.

Frankie and Mia had jumped at the chance, as the place they rented to rehearse in was shabby. The showers were hit and miss as well.

Even better, the house tenants were a delight. Frankie had fallen in love with Margaret, the bohemian fifty-something wife of a very old world-y stock broker. Total opposites, they were disgustingly in love and reminded Frankie of Mr and Mrs Banks.

Margaret was an artist. A good one. She painted and sculpted erotica which was right up Frankie's street.

Just last week they had gone to the opening of her latest show. Frankie having a moment of panic when he saw Henry's mouth drop open on seeing him. He had only met Margaret's husband a couple of times, and he seemed so staid.

"Maybe I should've skipped the gloss," Frankie muttered as Henry strode across the room, and Cam gripped his hand. "Or the mascara. Or both. Oh shit!"

"Frankie!"

"Hi Henry. This looks amazing. This is my husband, Cam." It only came out slightly garbled.

Cam and Henry shook hands.

"Good to meet you, Cam. I'm so glad you could come. But Frankie, Margaret's going to be annoyed with you."

"Why?" Frankie's dark eyes widened in upset.

"You're going to outshine all her paintings. Just look how glamorous you are."

"Oh. Um. Oh."

"He thought you were going to shout at him," Cam told Henry, typically blunt.

"CAM! Oh my God!" Frankie covered his face. Just why? Floor. Hole. Swallow. Now, please.

"Does that happen often?"

"Sometimes, yes."

Henry tutted and tipped Frankie's chin, forcing him to look up. "Not from me. You look very pretty tonight. You're normally dripping in sweat."

Frankie laughed. "That's true. Thank you." Awkward much.

"Find some wine. I'm going to let Margaret know you're here."

Cam kissed the skin on the side of Frankie's neck, just below his ear, as he let out a shaky breath. He knew that more than a little of Frankie's supposed confidence was bravado.

"I'm so proud of you."

Frankie's eyes filled with emotion as he turned. "Don't make me cry. I'll ruin my eyes."

"And I love you."

"Oh, Jesus!"

Cam chuckled and grabbed some passing wine from a server as Frankie dug out a tissue and discreetly dabbed. Then took a glass and gave him a questioning look. "Perfect," Cam told him.

Frankie sipped, "Love you too."

"I know," Cam said with total confidence and Frankie rolled his eyes as Margaret approached.

Frankie could have lived in that exhibition. It was like being surrounded by beauty and love and sex.

One painting in particular caught his attention. He returned to it several times. Disappointed that on his third visit a sold sticker had appeared on the frame.

Two naked men were tangled in bed. One was white, one black, but that wasn't the point. Neither looked anything like him and Cam.

They were at rest, but the bed was a mess. Sheets tangled at their feet, a book crumpled on the floor, glasses shoved aside. The pillows were scattered and the under sheet was rucked up and part pulled out on a corner.

It was clear that some passionate, even frantic, lovemaking had taken place.

But the scene itself was full of calm and peace. The men entwinned and lazily dozing in each other's arms. Sun steaming through the window. The desire had become quiet contentment. It was both sexy and romantic, and it made Frankie ache.

He had wondered if he would ever be able to paint anything that told a such a story and contained so many emotions.

A few hours after arriving at the studio, Mia and Frankie finished, not wanting to over-rehearse, and Frankie smiled at Margaret who had arrived with her easel about an hour ago.

She often turned up. Sometimes with her paints. Or sometimes she curled up on a chair with her sketchpad and the neighbour's little black cat on her lap.

Right now the cat was curled in the sun on Cam's lap. They were both snoozing. Cam having slipped off his top to soak up some rays.

"Inspirational today?" Frankie asked, as he walked over, towel in hand.

"You're always inspirational," Margaret said and moved aside as Frankie gazed at the canvas.

It wasn't him and Mia today, it was Cam.

Sprawled in the chair in the sun, casually sexy. Somehow the power and grace was clear, as well as a sense of fragility, the bruising uncompromisingly portrayed on his chest and abs. In the painting Cam was awake and gazing at the garden, but his thoughts seemed far away, seeing something else. A sense of longing, frustration, and sadness seemed to flow from the image.

"What's it called?" Frankie whispered. Resisting the urge to brush the painted Cam's hair from his eyes.

"Broken Wing. I'm going to pair it with one I already have in progress, from when I went to observe Cam and Beth rehearsing."

Frankie turned to her.

"It's a jump. I was taking photographs. The power and the beauty, but there a ferocity as well. It's called Taking Flight. I'll switch the order. Artist's prerogative!"

"I wanna paint like you when I grow up," Frankie told her and she laughed.

"You're already an extraordinary artist, Frankie. But in time I hope we will do some work together."

"Really?" Frankie was thrilled.

"Is it time for his meds? Hi, Margaret." Mia joined them.

"Hello, beautiful girl," Margaret said, making Mia beam.

Mia made a kissy sound and the cat jumped down to chomp a treat that she offered. The movement woke Cam, who rubbed his eyes and flashed a smile at Margaret. "Hey."

"Hi. I've been taking terrible advantage of you."

Cam smiled and blushed as Franke chuckled.

The first time they met, Cam had been helping with rehearsals and had stripped his top off so it didn't get sweaty. Margaret had walked in, then stopped and blatantly ogled.

Frankie had introduced them, ignoring Cam's slightly panicked look.

"Pleased to meet you," he had said, politely.

"I want to cast you," had been Margaret's response.

"In what?" Cam asked, his confusion doubling when Margaret replied.

"In Bronze."

By the time Frankie stopped laughing, leaving Mia to explain, Cam was calmer. He understood art and was proud of his body. Not shy that way, being a dancer. On a more personal level, he was getting used to Margaret now.

"So, I have something for you." Margaret picked up a thick, flat-ish, wooden box and moved them away from the work in progress. Placing it on the counter and looking expectantly at Frankie.

"For me? Ohhh," Frankie loved presents, and hummed happily as he clicked open the box and lowered the front, as per Margaret's instructions. Gasping in shock as he revealed the painting he had dubbed 'Collapse caused by blue pill', but was actually called 'Love at rest'.

"But," he cleared his throat. "But, it was sold."

"Indeed it was," Margaret nodded at Cam.

Frankie spun around to see Cam smiling happily at him. "You bought it. For me?"

Cam nodded, then held his hands up, palms out, as Frankie went to rush him. "Careful."

Frankie halted. "Shit. Sorry." Then he carefully leaned in and kissed Cam. "Thank you," his heart in his eyes. "How did you know? Because I kept going back?"

"It was the look on your face," Cam told him, continuing when Frankie frowned. "Wonder."

Mia was already reaching for tissues as Frankie shuddered in a breath.

"Happy?" Margaret asked.

"So happy."

"So why are you crying, sweet boy?"

"Because it's so beautiful."

Cam rolled his eyes and kissed the back of Frankie's head as they all took a seat, Mia having made drinks.

"You can borrow the case to transport it."

"Thanks, Margaret."

They chatted to Margaret about the painting and the men who were friends of hers, and had triggered the idea when they fell asleep on a sunbed at a BBQ (not naked at the time).

A few hours later Cam watched Frankie step back from hanging the painting. His heart felt warm that he had made Frankie so happy. And it was a wonderful picture.

Frankie grinned at him. "I wish you weren't so sore. I want to thank you, so good," the last came out on a rumble.

Cam felt himself harden. "I'm not too sore."

Frankie pouted and eyed Cam's bulge. "But if you tense up, it's gonna hurt you."

Cam walked forward and took the hammer from Frankie's hand, placing it carefully aside, then he leaned in, kissing the returned grin. "I don't care."

-X

Bossy Frankie was in the house.

Which was par for the course, but Cam wondered if he was ever going to be satisfied.

"I'm comfortable."

Mumbling came from the doorway.

"David gave me all the drugs, I'm fine." He eyed his cock, slightly amazed he was still hard with all the painkillers in his system, and what the fuck was taking Frankie so long?

"Okay." Finally Frankie appeared, all dark honey smooth skin and slender power. He seemed to glide onto the bed, lifting over Cam and settling lightly on his thighs. "Oh, yummy."

Cam narrowed his eyes and pointed. "Lips hello, meet cock. Now." He could be bossy too.

Frankie wetted his lips, grinned, and then dipped his head. Licking long wet lines along Cam's length.

"Hmmmmffff," Cam's hips rose to chase the pleasure and then he tensed and winced.

"No," Frankie cautioned, settling more weight on Cam's thighs and holding his hips down. "You need to stay relaxed."

Cam groaned and covered his face, mumbling something that Frankie thought translated as "He's gotta be fucking kidding me."

Smiling again he lowered his head to continue worshiping Cam's beautiful cock. Licking, kissing, nipping, and swallowing, until he was struggling to hold Cam still, and Cam was cursing steadily.

When Frankie lifted his head again, pre-cum leaking in a steady stream, Cam frowned. "Please don't stop."

"Just moving to the next stage, sweetheart."

Frankie crawled over Cam to reach up and grab the lube, pausing for a filthy kiss and making sure Cam could taste himself. Then he manoeuvred back down and generously smothered Cam, squidging the slicky stuff all over his cock and balls while Cam struggled to stop himself from writhing.

Cam's eyes went wide when Frankie reached back with his slippy fingers and mumbled, "Let me check, yea that's good."

"Wait. Is that what you were doing in the bathroom?"

"Ah huh."

"Are you going to?" The words caught in Cam's throat as Frankie repositioned and then guided Cam to his entrance. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Jesus. Yes. Ahhh, Ti amo. Si, Si, Si." Finally a strangled groan as Frankie eased down and clenched around him.

"Christ!"

"Frankie, that's so good."

"Don't move. I forgot."

"Feels so good."

"Been a while," Frankie took a breath and tried to relax.

"I don't move."

"Whoa."

"Frankie, I love you so much."

Frankie's eyes opened and he smiled as he adjusted. "I love you too."

"You okay?"

"It's good now." He proved it by rising and sinking back down with a shudder. "We haven't done this in ages."

Cam grinned, because obviously Frankie wasn't talking about sex. They did sex a lot.

"Stay still okay," Frankie cautioned and started to move faster.

Cam tried to relax and be taken for a ride, but it wasn't easy, and several times he had to bite back a gasp of pain.

Frankie stroked himself as he bounced and when he squirted with a shout over Cam's stomach, Cam came too, cursing viciously through gritted teeth.

Frankie flopped down, managing to hold his weight above Cam as their breath and tongues tangled in a wet, sloppy kiss. As always it gradually calmed to tender touches, licks, and nuzzles.

Finally, Frankie raised his ass, making a loud 'drain emptying' noise on purpose, as he allowed Cam to slip free. Cam giggled, gasped, then giggled again.

"Idiota."

Crashing sideways, Frankie lay sprawled and stared at Cam as his fingers absently toyed with his balls. He stared at Cam like he was miraculous. Like they were miraculous. Cam recognized the look because he knew he stared the same.

"That might not have been the best idea," Frankie admitted.

Cam's expression darkened. "Are you hurt?"

"I meant you."

"I am good. Very good."

They kissed for a while longer, until the evidence of their pleasure turned cold and icky, and Frankie went for warm cloths.

Then they snuggled into sleep. Unconsciously mirroring the two men in the painting.

"Urghh," Frankie complained as he emerged from the bathroom the following morning. "How could I forget I have to dance today?"

Cam turned from where he was making an omelette and smirked. "That movement would suit a Paso better."

Frankie just glared.

"Or the chicken dance!"

"Fuck you."

"If you had fucked me, you would not have the hobbling."

Frankie cracked up and grabbed plates. "Smart arse. Dish up from there, I'll deal with the pan later. Don't lift it again."

Cam grumbled as he dished omelette onto the plates, but he was secretly pleased by the coddling.

Frankie placed the plates and then turned as Cam walked over, lifting his face for a kiss. Cam cupped his cheeks as Frankie's arms came gently around him. Deepening the kiss.

The omelettes were fine once Frankie had re-heated them in the microwave.

-X

Cam closed his eyes and let himself drift a little. The sounds fading and turning a little fuzzy.

Armenia and David had picked them up this morning, so they had arrived at the venue very early.

Public transport was a no go with Cam in so much pain, and Frankie had been worried about how rough a cab journey might be. Then Armenia had called and offered the ride, so it had been a smooth trip and as pain free as possible.

Armenia had gone for coffee and a catch up with his co-judge for the day and Cam had been found an extra comfy chair from one of the offices. Frankie and David had muscled it down and set him up just to the side of the judges.

He could see the dancefloor, but wouldn't be bothered too much.

Frankie had long since disappeared to warm up with Mia, and Cam had sat with David watching the teeny kid's compete.

This was a mixed competition, in which all ages, and both amateur and pros had the chance to compete. It was great fun and very popular. Offering a good opportunity for the professional competitors to mix with the younger generation.

The little one's had been adorable. The ages gradually increasing as the morning went on.

Still, despite the comfiest chair being found, he wasn't that comfortable, and David had disappeared with his drugs. The dancers were now teens and it was a Waltz. Cam took the opportunity to rest his eyes for a moment.

He stirred when his hair was brushed gently back and a warm hand pressed to his forehead. A very small hand.

He blinked open his eyes, which creased in a smile when he focused on the two pairs of chocolate brown eyes studying him with concern.

"Hey guys."

"Do you need us to find Dad, or Uncle David?" Danny asked.

"Mum said wait with Cam."

"You wait, I'll go get help."

"I'm fine," Cam said quickly, before Danny rushed off. "Just sore."

"You don't look well," Josh frowned. "Does it hurt?"

"A bit." Cam almost chuckled at their look of disbelief. "Okay, a lot, but it will get better. What are you doing here?" Cam couldn't believe how tall they were getting. Robbie's boys, like he and David, were non-identical twins, but they looked incredibly alike.

"We came to see Dad dance with Beth."

"You need to sit better," Josh told him.

"Ah, yea, but I have only one cushion." Cam tried to un-slump and winced. Josh looked unhappy.

"I know," Danny blurted and started digging in his pint sized backpack.

"Good idea," Josh followed suit with his own bag. Cam watched, confused as they pulled out a drink and snack container and then stood looking at him expectantly.

"What?"

"Move forward," Danny rolled his eyes at his brother. His expression clearly stating, 'Why are grown ups so slow?'

Cam eased forward and then smiled as the boys tucked their small backpacks into the back of the chair and replaced the cushion on top. He eased back at their direction and took his first full breath in hours.

"That is so much better. Thank you."

He got two matching grins and the boys settled by his feet to watch the next dance.

Cam was still pondering when David returned and gave both boys a kiss and squeeze before pulling the chair closer to speak with Cam without disturbing the dancers.

"How you doing?"

"Better, the boys gave me their bags to lean on. It's easier to breathe."

David looked and smiled. "Their idea?" Cam nodded and David felt a wave of pride. "They're pretty smart."

"And sweet, but David?"

"What?"

"They knew the idea without speaking."

David frowned before his expression cleared. "Oh, you mean the mind reading thing? Freaky huh?"

"It's strange, but cool. Do they do that a lot?"

"Sure, they can have entire conversations without speaking."

Cam was fascinated. "Can you and Robbie?"

David tipped his head. "Uh, not so much. When we were both at home younger, then yea. But we have very separate lives now. Although," he grinned when Cam's eyes widened with interest.

"A couple of months ago a patient went into cardiac arrest at work. He's fine now," he added quickly, seeing Cam's concern. "Better than ever, actually. But twenty-five minutes of CPR, and de-fib, and medication before the paramedics arrived. Us, our clinic nurse and receptionist, plus two local patients who helped. Apparently me and Robbie didn't speak a word, other than to instruct or give information to someone else. We just acted without speaking to each other."

Noting Cam's amazed expression. "Of course, you could argue that was medical training and experience." He laughed at Cam's disappointed pout.

"Okay then. Three days ago we got the call to confirm when Melanie will be coming home for good. We hang up and are clinging to each other and ten seconds later my phone rings. Robbie's name comes up so Armenia hits speaker and he says 'When?" I reply, 'The twenty-seventh' and we start chatting. It's only when the call ends that Armenia points out neither of us bothered confirming the subject matter."

"Robbie knew?"

"Aye."

"Wow."

"So I guess we can still do it if our emotions are strong enough. I knew when the boys were born."

They broke off as the under sixteen Foxtrot ended and everyone clapped. Cam smiled as Josh decided it was more comfortable to lean on his leg by cuddling it, or maybe he thought Cam needed the comfort. Danny finished cheering and whistling before digging into his snack box.

David was eyeing them fondly. "Twins come early you know, but they came extra early. I was still flying back from the States. I just knew and I was concerned, but when we landed a text came through. 'Everyone is fine. Everything is perfect'".

"Robbie knew you knew."

"Yea."

"Do they know about Melanie?" Cam asked. Not quietly enough because Danny looked around.

"Melanie's our new cousin."

"I heard. Are you excited?" Cam asked as Josh turned to watch the conversation.

"Yea, it's cool. And we love her extra because she's not very well."

Cam felt his heart squeeze in a strange panic.

"It's okay to be sad sometimes, but mostly we have to have lots of happy times and fun," Danny told him.

"And she'll play with Joy," Josh added quietly, before turning back to watch the next dancers get ready.

Danny nodded, "Yea, girly stuff." He pulled a face, but then. "That's okay, I guess."

"Who is Joy?" Cam was confused.

"Our sister," Danny said. Josh, still watching the dancers, nodded.

Cam looked at David who seemed as confused as him. Unconcerned, Danny smiled angelically and turned back to whisper with Josh.

Cam felt someone lean over him and then a kiss on his head, tipping his head back to smile at Robbie's wife.

"Hello, Mandy."

"Hi Cam. How are you feeling?" she asked as she hugged David.

"Sore and sleepy mainly."

"Sorry for setting these two on you, I needed to visit the little girls room."

Cam's distracted brain thankfully remembered to translate that to the bathroom and he smiled. "It's fine. It's great to see you all."

"Something you want to tell me?" David pointedly asked Mandy, who looked confused and then shocked when he indicated her tummy.

"What?" she whispered. "How did you know?" She shook her head when he pointed at the boys. "We haven't told them."

"Well they know. Hey, guys." Both boys turned. "What did you say your sister's name was?"

"She's Joy," Josh confirmed and Danny gave them a look like it was a stupid question.

"Sit," David assisted Mandy onto his seat when she swayed a little.

"Danny. Josh." Both boys turned back to look at their Mum. "Is that why I got tea and toast in bed this morning?"

"Excuse me, what?" David was not happy.

"We didn't used the kettle, Uncle David. We did the tea in the microwave like Armenia showed us." Josh was all innocence.

"Yea, and we are six. We're not little kids anymore," Danny added (six going on sixteen).

"For Joy and Mummy, coz they feel funny in the mornings," Josh confirmed.

The boys turned back to the next dance, oblivious to the fact the adults were stunned.

After a few moments of silence Cam opened with, "Armenia makes tea in the microwave?"

"Cam," David said darkly. "NEVER let an American make you tea!" They laughed a little, but then David sobered and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit."

"What is it?" Mandy asked, gripping his hand.

"If they're right and Melanie and Joy will play together, that gives us years. I mean," his voice cracked and Cam reached out so all three were gripping hands. "It's just the thought of having years, you know."

They sat blindly watching the next dance, gripping hands. Mandy handed out tissues all round when the next set of clapping began.

"Do they know how ill she is?" Cam asked, indicating the boys while wiping his eyes.

Mandy and David both nodded. "Yea," David said. "It was tough to make a decision that will bring trauma into their lives, but they've seen a councillor. Well, we all did, but the boys have already got a really good relationship with her." He looked at Mandy who nodded.

"They understand, so far as they can, and Jackie is great with them. We'll all love Melanie as a family, and they understand that we need to make the most of every day. It wasn't an easy decision, but we're all happy it's the right one."

"I think you're all amazing," Cam said quietly.

"I think I'm a mess, let's watch the dancing," Mandy suggested, and they refocused their attention.

Frankie and Mia appeared a short while later. There were only three dances to go and theirs was last. They enjoyed watching the one truly mixed event where amateurs could compete directly against professionals, and on this occasion an amateur couple took first place.

Well deserved, Cam thought. The pros, most of which he knew well, had underestimated them. Most of his colleagues, he noticed, had disappeared after the little kids and hadn't bothered watching the older competitors. Some were really, really good.

The penultimate dance was the one he and Beth had been entered in. He watched her and Robbie take the floor. Grinning and letting the gang around him make the noise.

The boys were on their feet, yelling and whooping for their Dad.

It was actually an improvised dance, which meant Beth and Robbie should not be too disadvantaged. It was known as Latin-freestyle. The music was unknown, other than being Latin based, and you could do what you wanted as long as the steps were recognizably Latin. Any mix of dances and no restrictions on lifts.

He smiled as Robbie and Beth showed their professionalism. It seemed like they were reading each other's minds. But Beth was a pleasure to lead, as long as she trusted you, and they had clearly put their time to good use.

Nothing fancy, just skill, speed, and clean steps.

Also, Cam noted, they weren't talking like some of the other couples were. Exchanging ideas or giving instructions while moving. Beth and Robbie were just smiling into each other's eyes and enjoying themselves.

They came second. First place were the only other couple who didn't feel the need to verbally confirm moves. No one could argue with the scoring.

Cam winced as Danny and Josh literally screamed their excitement. Jumping up and down and running to hug their Dad and Beth when they walked over.

Beth sat on the edge of his chair and pulled his hand into her lap. Getting her breath back and watching the boys be equally excited for Mia and Frankie.

Cam rarely knew what they were going to produce on the dance floor. Frankie kept their new moves very close to his chest, especially if they were going to be directly competing.

This was a super charged Cha Cha, which was so fast it was making the other competitors visibly nervous.

Sexy and fun, he was breathless when the dance ended. Frustrated that he could not stand, jump, and cheer like the boys were doing, he just grinned, hugely.

First place.

It was fact that when Armenia was judging, Frankie, and to some extent, Cam, had to work extra hard. They were close friends so there had to be no way to question the scores.

But there was no questioning today. The room entire room had stood to applaud.

Cam sat back, somehow exhausted, when the four dancers moved off to change. Thanking David, who reminded him it was medication time. Thinking about how he could reward Frankie when they got home.

-X

Sore and weary, Cam was thankful for Armenia's careful driving as they wound their way through London gridlock.

Armenia seemingly oblivious to the honking and impatience of an entire city. He was determined not to jar Cam, or cause him discomfort and David had admitted that London traffic 'bringing his Glasgow out' was why he wasn't driving.

They had been talking about Josh and Danny, and what David called (with a grin) their spooky uncanniness, which Cam found fascinating.

Although right now, David was telling a story about Josh bringing home a long, very wriggly worm, which he had rescued from a curious cat. Concerned that it was injured, and showing his dad the little beastie in his cupped hands with a plea of, "Please make him better."

"What did Robbie do?" Frankie wondered.

"They laid the patient out on some kitchen roll and took him to good light, so Robbie could examine him from nose to tail."

"Or tail to nose," Armenia put in. "I mean, it's a fucking worm, right. Who can tell?"

"HA! Right" David grinned. "I was in clinic, but Dad happened by to steal some biscuits, so Robbie asked for a second opinion. The two esteemed doctors agreed that Mr or Ms Worm was more frightened than hurt and just needed a nice little sleep. So Robbie and Josh took it to a corner of the garden and tucked it up under a leaf for a nap. Robbie promised that if it was still there in the morning they would do further investigations."

"Awwwwww." That from Frankie.

"And was it there in the morning?" Cam asked with a smile.

"No chance, it's the country, mate. Birds, hedgehogs, badgers. I expect the magpie had it the second Josh's back was turned."

"No," Frankie insisted with a scowl. "Mr Worm had a little rest and then dug back down to find Mrs Worm and the kids, and tell them his story. And no member of their family will ever be eaten by local wildlife, they're immune. Happy ever after. So there."

All three men stared at him. Armenia in the rear view mirror until David nudged him to watch the road. "Absolutely," he agreed soothingly with Frankie.

"It was the same with Tonio," Cam said fondly, referring to his younger brother who was now a vet. "Beatles and worms to start, then birds and larger. Oh, and the snake that one time!"

"We've had a rabbit before, but yea. I suspect Josh will move up to larger finds soon. If he can lift them, he'll bring them home. If he doesn't turn out to be a vet, I'll eat Armenia's shaving foam as a dessert."

"What do you think Danny will be, when he grows up?" Frankie asked.

"Supreme leader of the universe," Armenia drawled dryly and made them all crack up. Cam cursing as shocking pain flashed through his ribcage. "Sorry, Cam."

"I can totally see that," Frankie sniggered.

"So can I. God help us all. Still," David rolled his eyes. "Can't be any worse than what we've got now."

They all laughed and groaned in agreement. "What about the premonition though?" Frankie asked. "Is that something that ever happened before. Or with you and Robbie?"

"Yea, that's interesting," David was sitting sideways in his seat so he could talk to all three of them, giving his seatbelt a yank to loosen it. "It could just be an indication of how close Josh and Danny will be with Joy. There's loads of theories. Some DNA based."

"They will be very good big brothers," Cam said, making David smile.

"Yea, they will. But premonition is different to the usual twin connection. I never had anything like that, but there was something with Robbie."

They all looked at him with interest. Although Armenia merely glanced as still driving.

"I don't know how many times this happened. I may have forgotten other times, but when we were ten I woke up one night and knew that Robbie needed me." He yanked the belt again. "When I went into his room he was awake and really worried, but he didn't know why. We cuddled up and slept, but the next morning we were visiting Dad in hospital, because he had been in a car accident."

"Wow."

"Yea, it was weird. Then a couple of years later the same thing. I woke up, went to Robbie. He was worried for two days, but didn't know why. I stayed in his room because he couldn't sleep unless I was there. Then three days later our grandpa passed away."

"That's so sad." Frankie reached to give David's hand a squeeze.

"It was sad. And it was odd. But there was no warning from a medical point of view."

"What do doctors think about the," Cam tapped his brow. "Head connection?"

"The medical view on physic abilities?" David grinned. "It's mixed. Some are open minded, others think it's bullshit. Although we converted one of my mentors, back when I was a junior doctor."

"What happened?"

"Well, it had been a while since Robbie and I lived together, and the connection had faded a bit, which is natural. I was in London, and he was in Newcastle. Robbie balanced medical studies and dance until he qualified, then concentrated on dance until he was ready to move back to the practice. That was always the plan."

"It's a lot," Frankie commented. "Dance and being a medical student."

"God, yea. He's incredible," David nodded. "Anyway, there's six of us following the consultant around on rounds in A&E, and suddenly I collapse. My arm is agony, I'm nearly passing out from pain and no one knows what's wrong. I end up in a bay, stripped to the waist with wires everywhere. Every medical student from miles around and half the hospital staff poking at me!"

He wrinkled his nose, clearly still embarrassed, years later.

"Had I fallen and not realized? Was I having a heart attack? Was I drunk? Test after test. They knew I was in pain, but not why." He flashed Armenia a reassuring smile, as he looked unhappy.

"Eventually the pain started to ease a bit. Slowly at first, then loads better and I started to 'think' again. The clinical lead was there and when I said I thought I should call my brother. He's like 'Why?' and I explained I was a twin. He was of the bullshit brigade. But anyway, I called."

"And?" Frankie demanded.

"He's in Newcastle A&E having broken his arm. My pain had started to recede as his painkillers kicked in."

"That is so cool," Cam decided.

"It really wasn't at the time. I still had an x-ray and MRI of my head, to rule out fractures or stroke. Every indication of severe pain, from heart rate to pupils, to bloods, but no reason. Two days later the clinical lead asks if he can speak with Robbie and get access to his medical records. He's quite an expert these days."

Frankie laughed and fist pumped.

"He would have liked to study the twins, but they said no."

"Really?" Cam raised a brow.

"Yea, well Robbie and Mandy said they needed to be old enough to understand and decide. We passed on some stuff to Dr Gardner, but didn't ask the boys until they turned four. Danny just plain wasn't interested. Why would he want to sit around answering questions from some boring old guy when he could be out playing?"

They all nodded agreement. That was fair enough.

"Josh was quite upset though. That wasn't good."

"Upset that Danny didn't want to do it?" Frankie asked.

"No. They see the connection like secret. Like a superhero power. They love it, but they both know it will likely fade in time. Josh hates the thought of it fading, it scares him. He was worried if he talked about it, the power might be taken away faster."

"Oh. Bless."

"Yea. It took some reassurance to convince him that wasn't the case. Of course, Josh relies on Danny. He doesn't have any confidence of his own."

"That will change," Cam said with surety.

"Of course it will, in time. And we've reassured him that the connection never goes away completely. It will always be there if he needs it. Now he's older, he can explain that it's private to him. He doesn't want to share it."

Frankie helped Cam with this seatbelt as Armenia pulled to a gentle halt outside their building.

"Did you tell Josh about Robbie knowing about Melanie?" Cam asked. "The phone call."

"Not yet, I haven't seen him other than today, but I will at the weekend. Yes," he acknowledged Cam's nod. "It will reassure him."

They said their goodnights, and went inside. Cam studying Frankie in the light from the lift, and remembering with pleasure that Frankie had earned a reward today.

-X

"I'll take a rain check. You need to rest, not sex me up. Did you take your pills?"

"Si, but Frankie."

"When are you next due?" Frankie toed off his shoes, his dark eyes, lined and long lashes enhanced, which always got Cam going, looking at him with concern and a large chuck of 'Frankie' stubbornness showing clear.

"Two hours, but."

"Hmmm, well you should lie down and rest anyway. I can wake you if needs be."

"Frankie."

Cam's stern tone made Frankie pause and turn, his eyes wide.

"You promised to love and cherish me forever. To be my support and best friend and to worship me with your body, and allow me to worship you, until we have to be parted."

Frankie frowned and looked wary as Cam approached and tried to loom without catching his ribs. Using his three quarter inch advantage as best he could.

"I'm not dead, yet."

"But you're hurting," exploded out of Frankie. "I hate that you're hurting and I can't do anything."

"You can do something. You can go and shower, and get super clean, and then let me distract myself from the pain."

Frankie chewed his lip, looking uncertain.

"Anything to forget for a moment the agony-"

"Oh all right!" Frankie threw up his hands. "I'll get naked, since you're so convinced it'll make you feel better." He scowled and turned towards the bathroom. "Bloody dramatic Italians," he complained under his breath.

Smirking, Cam carefully undressed to his underwear and eased onto the bed. Letting out a huge relieved sigh once he could fully relax. Pain was exhausting.

He lay and listened to the water running. Frankie humming under his breath, occasionally breaking into song on a chorus.

Cam grinned. His husband had many talents, but singing was not one of them. Mia had once described it as musical roadkill.

Cam gently rubbed his semi-chub, just enjoying the sensation of being aroused as he imagined water running down Frankie's skin.

Arousal was relatively new to him. Until he met Frankie, he only experienced natural arousal on waking. It was incredibly rare to be triggered by another person, or visual stimulation. He had managed a couple of times with his first boyfriend, but it didn't come easily.

He had thought he was broken. That something was wrong with him.

Then he had got to know Frankie, learned more, become friends, and fallen in love. From there he had fallen in lust and WANTED for the first time in his life.

Now he couldn't get enough.

He smiled as he thought back to the day he told Frankie he was demi-sexual. How terrified he had been, and Frankie had been instantly thrilled. Had thought it was brilliant.

Not the reaction Cam had anticipated.

Frankie had made him believe that he wasn't abnormal, just a little unusual. Because, although Frankie could bullshit when he wanted, he would never about something so important.

He brushed his fingers over himself again, enjoying the sensation that wasn't quite enough to make him tremble, and therefore didn't hurt.

He didn't have to cum today. He could just let it be and enjoy the feeling of being aroused.

Frankie, however.

He looked up as Frankie came in. Towel around his waist, laddered abs on display. He was trying to maintain his annoyed attitude, but his eyes were dancing with excitement.

"How do you want to claim your husbandly rights tonight then?" he asked with not very convincing sarcasm.

Cam lifted his hands and made a circle in front of his face. "Your hole. Here."

"OKAY!" All reservations abandoned, Frankie yelled the word and clambered onto the bed, the towel landing wherever.

It wasn't particularly graceful, but he was concentrating not to rock the bed too much, or kneel on Cam's hands.

Cam, bracing his elbows on the bed, lifted just his upper arms and caught the back of Frankie's thighs. Stroking with his fingers, enjoying soft hairs and even softer skin.

"You do the work," he informed Frankie.

"No. Problem. At. All." Frankie looked back with a grin and then backed towards Cam slowly, making a noise like a reversing garbage truck.

"Fuck. Don't make me laugh," Cam half choked.

"Sorry," Frankie said insincerely, then choked himself as Cam gently rubbed his lips over his butt.

"Little lower."

Frankie complied and moaned as soft lips, feather light kisses, and playful nips, danced over his skin.

Humming with pleasure as Cam nosed and licked. Flirting his tongue over the hole before licking along Frankie's taint and then flicking at his balls.

Over and over, until Frankie's thighs were trembling, his breath coming out in little squeaks, and his toes were curled up. Frankie's hard cock was throbbing against Cam's neck and chest and nudging pre-cum over his skin.

"Little lower," Cam mumbled again, when he felt he had teased enough.

Now his vision was filled with blurry ass. Thankfully, immaculately groomed ass, because Cam could not imagine, in his wildest dreams, wanting to do this with anyone else.

Frankie was so low that Cam could still rest his elbows on the mattress and reach to spread soft biteable cheeks apart and make more room for his mouth.

Feeling like a reclining king, and after a quick nip of that delicious smooth flesh, Cam opened Frankie up and smirked at his spit damp hole vibrating.

He pressed his lips against the quivering muscles, introducing a little more tongue as Frankie commented with an "Urrgggghh!"

More inarticulate groans and gasps as Cam open mouthed kissed and pushed the tip of his tongue in a circular pattern, encouraging him open. Before pushing inside and humming.

Retreating and then repeating.

Frankie started to shake and half choke. Cam pulled back enough to blow on the wanton hole and then watched, highly entertained, as Frankie toppled sideways before flailing onto his back.

Legs kicking like a capsized turtle as he grabbed for his cock and started tugging desperately.

Three strokes and ropey cum shot out over Frankie's hands and stomach. One foot narrowly missing Cam's head as it crashed to the bed and Frankie went floppy. Lungs heaving like bellows.

Rusty decrepit ones, that hadn't been used in a while.

Cam patted Frankie's thigh. Amused that one of the fittest men he knew was a total wreak.

A short while later, Frankie managed to roll and gain his hands and knees.

Actually, it was elbows/forearms and knees, as his hands were covered in cum. Cam raised an eyebrow and watched a still gasping Frankie haul himself up the bed towards the tissue box.

"You are meant to have the stamina, no?" he teased.

"Gah!" was the eloquent reply, as Frankie wiped up the mess with shaking hands.

When Cam wriggled his fingers, Frankie managed to toss a couple of tissues his way before faceplanting on the bed, splat like a rain drop.

There was another, "Gah. Argh." And Frankie's butt immediately lifted in reaction to his sensitive cock hitting the sheet. He rolled on to his side and went limp, still panting.

Cam wiped pre-cum from his neck and chest and then just placed a hand on Frankie's damp hot back.

God, he was cute.

Eventually, Frankie's breathing evened out and his skin cooled. Cam nudged gently at the quiet snuffle. "Frankie."

"Hmmmm?"

"The sheet."

Frankie stirred, shivered, and then rolled over. Blinking sleepy eyes, he reached and pulled the sheet over them.

Then, remembering, he grabbed his phone and tapped in an alarm. "Your pills in an hour," before using Cam's arm like a barrier and snuggling against it with a happy sigh.

The gentle snuffles less than a minute later made Cam smile, as he fell into a doze.