Frankie and Cam Seven

Tess O-Meter -- Green.

Background -- 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.

Until Frankie and Cam 4, at which time I gave in to fate, and the fact that this was going to be another series.

You can read this as a standalone, but you will get much more out of the characters, and avoid spoilers, if you read the stories in order. As I have suggested on more than one occasion. You don't have to read any of my stories, all at once.

Handy UK v US guide.

A conker in the UK is known as a buckeye in the States.

Jelly in the UK is Jell-O (weird) in the US. Frankie is British, so when he thinks about jelly, he is not thinking about jam (like what we spread on toast). Confusing ain't it? Marmite anyone!

-X

LUST:

Frankie gritted his teeth as he pushed the weights into the air, his muscles trembling as he lowered back to his chest, then up again.

Arms like jelly he let out a involuntary nervous squeak, just as a second set of hands grabbed the bar and helped him hitch it over the rack.

"Well done, Frankie." Lex moved around as Frankie flopped his legs to one side, and sat next to him on the bench, handing over the water.

"Arrghhh. Glug, glug, glug."

"Slow down."

Frankie let out a breath, his head between his legs, before pushing back up and sipping a little slower. "Ah, God."

"You're fine."

"So you say."

"Guns are looking good," Frankie grinned as Lex gave his sweaty biceps a light pinch.

"I thought you'd abandoned me."

"As if," Lex chuckled. "Might have been a wee bit distracted though." At Frankie's questioning look he nodded towards the other side of the gym where a guy was bilateral curling in a steady rhythm.

His damp hair was falling into his eyes, but they could make out brows drawn in concentration and effort.

"Nice," Frankie drew the word out.

"Nice technique," Lex suggested.

"You mean nice abs."

"I don't know, Frankie. We're both happily married. Should we be eye-candying guys at the gym?"

Frankie shrugged. "Please. He's sweaty and shirtless. He should expect to be ogled."

Lex leaned into him with a conspiratorial whisper. "Maybe he doesn't realize that the gym is full of (pause for dramatic effect) homosexuals?"

"Of course he does," Frankie scoffed. "Have you seen my outfit?"

"You look gorgeous, darling."

"Thank you." Frankie sipped again then looked at Lex glaring at him. "What?"

"You're supposed to compliment me now."

"Yea, sure, you look great," Frankie said as insincerely as he could, then laughed when Lex whacked him.

"Meanie." Lex stood and pulled Frankie to his feet. "Come on then, on the bike, five miles."

"And he calls me meanie!"

They giggled their way past curling guy and Lex got Frankie set up on the bike. Checking the programme and the safety features.

"Thanks," Frankie said, already peddling steadily as Lex slipped his water into the holder. "There's no hills today, right?"

"Nah. Maybe a couple of little slopes." Lex grinned at Frankie's pout and left him to it.

Cam raised a brow under damp dark blonde hair, clearly suspicious, when Lex approached. "What were you two giggling about?"

"We were just enjoying the view," Lex told him and grinned when Cam blushed. The three of them had the gym to themselves right now. "Time for the bike," he added and took a dumbbell from Cam, nodding with approval as Cam let the other rest in his lap.

When he took the second and put it away, Cam lifted both arms in the air and stretched. "All good?" Lex asked him.

"Yea. Can feel it. It feels good."

They walked over to the bikes and Cam considered pulling his top back on, a little embarrassed that Lex had been watching him. Then he saw the hot look in Frankie's eyes as they swept over his body, and decided to leave it off.

He gave Frankie a knowing look and a wicked smile as he settled on the bike. Frankie narrowed his eyes and puffed a bit as he tackled one of Lex's little slopes.

"Okay," Lex cautioned as Cam started peddling. "It's not a competition. Two miles, but if your knee start to twinge just stop and walk around slowly until Frankie's done."

"It's just a strain. How far is Frankie going?"

"Are you going to make me stay here and watch you, to make sure you don't make it worse?"

Cam sighed. "No."

"Thank you." After checking Cam was all good, Lex blew a kiss to both and departed.

"It's just a strain," Cam muttered again. When he turned to look at Frankie he found Frankie's eye's glued to his abs again. He tensed and flexed a little. "Like what you see?"

Frankie licked his lips, a little breathless from the workout. "Oh yea. I'm gonna take full advantage when we're done here."

"You will be too tired," Cam suggested and grinned when Frankie made a 'Pphhhsttttt' sound.

-X

GLUTTONY:

Frankie's eyes were still dark and hot as they rode up in the elevator.

More normally they would walk, even jog, up the stairs, but Frankie was concerned for Cam's (very slight) strain.

Cam would have sworn he could already feel Frankie's slick fingers prepping him as he leaned against the glass.

When the doors opened he sauntered out as nonchalantly as he could, smirking as Frankie swung open the door then turned with a scowl to see where he was.

"Do we hurry?" he asked as Frankie grabbed his wrist and pulled him in.

"Yes." Was the inpatient response, before his lips were assaulted.

Cam helped as he was stripped. The kissing turning frantic as Frankie's clothes flew in their turn. Then, still kissing and grabbing, they made their awkward way to the bedroom.

Cam laughed a little as they sprawled together onto the bed.

"What?" Frankie asked, already a little breathless.

"I just thought that we may not make it this far," Cam admitted. They often didn't.

Frankie grinned, then lowered his head to Cam's skin. Pressing damp open mouthed kisses, even as his hands raced over heating flesh.

Cam's hands in turn moulded firm muscles and smooth skin. They indulged in each other. Grinding and gasping. Kissing, licking, and biting. Murmured words of adoration and love mixing with giggles and even belly laughs, as they rolled over the sheets.

Eventually Cam fell back. "What is the word?" he asked.

Frankie snorted and looked up from where he was gently caressing Cam's balls and licking drops of pre-cum from his weeping cock with teasing little dabs. "What word? Context?" he sniggered.

Cam waved a hand in the air. "For when I give up."

Frankie frowned and tugged a little, enjoying Cam's arch. "Do you mean, Uncle?"

"Si. Uncle. You are the winner."

"YAY!" Delighted Frankie took his time slinking his way up Cam's body, creating as much skin contact as possible, until he could sprawl over him and take Cam's lips again. His hands sinking into thick messy hair.

Or independently minded, as Frankie usually referred to Cam's hair.

"Hmmm. Mine," Frankie murmured as lips pressed and tasted. "I want you."

"So have me," Cam suggested.

Frankie grinned then slapped Cam's thigh lightly. "Shift up a little." He grabbed the lube then followed Cam up the bed, crawling between his spread legs.

Cam's eyes were full of amusement as he watched Frankie position him, get settled, smear lube, and start to prep. Biting his bottom lip a little in concentration, humming flatly, with little nods of satisfaction and an array of facial expressions.

Cam knew that the gestures and humming would be identical whether Frankie was knelt in bed prepping him, sat at the kitchen counter prepping an omelette, or stood prepping a canvas. Absolute focus on the task at hand.

Once the job was started to Frankie's satisfaction, he looked up to find Cam grinning at him. "What?"

Cam just shook his head, his legs starting to tremble. Then, "I love you."

Frankie gave one of his soft, shy, smiles. Always so pleased to be told. He carefully pushed a second finger deep, before moving alongside Cam so he could take more kisses. His clever fingers dipping and stretching.

A few minutes later Cam broke the kiss. "Frankie, please."

Frankie soothed and eased his fingers free, moving between Cam's legs and sliding into the clenching heat.

"So good," Cam breathed, even as he full body shuddered. His arms gripping as Frankie lowered himself for yet more kisses.

"I can't get enough," Frankie told him. "It's never enough."

"Take everything," Cam demanded. Locking his arms around Frankie's shoulders and his legs around his hips to hold him close, and moaning as Frankie did indeed take everything.

-X

ENVY:

A few days later Cam accompanied Frankie to the studio to get some Mia time, and was pleased when his usual dance partner, Beth called in for a visit, bringing her husband, Lewis, with her.

Their daughter, Charlie, was at playgroup and Beth was missing dance.

They all fussed over how glowing and ripe Beth looked. She had sailed through her first pregnancy and seemed to be just as lucky while growing the, as yet unknown, dubbed Peanut.

Frankie loved Beth and was pleased to see her looking so well, but having dragged himself out of the wrong side of bed, and having had a frustrating morning rehearsal, he was feeling a little out of sorts.

When Beth pulled out her phone to show the latest scan images and everyone starting cooing over, what was basically imagined (it's not like you could actually SEE anything), fingers, toes, and heads, something in Frankie snapped.

"That's cool," he glanced at the screen. "I'm just," gesturing towards the bathroom he hurried out.

Mia shrugged like, 'What was that?'

"I don't know," Cam answered her unspoken question. "I'll check on him."

"I'll go," Lewis offered, and walked out before anyone could argue.

Frankie, having splashed his hot skin, had his face buried in a paper towel when he heard a noise behind him. He sighed, knowing he was probably in trouble with Cam. "I'm sorry, it's just all this fucking baby talk got to me," he grumped into the towel.

"Care to explain why?" Lewis asked.

Frankie spun around horrified. "Oh God, Lewis. I thought you were Cam."

"Obviously."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"You got a problem with this, Frankie?"

"No! Shit, no. I'm just in a mood. It's not you guys at all."

Lewis' lips were a thin disapproving line. "Fine, I'll take Beth home. I don't want her upset."

"No, wait." Frankie sprang between Lewis and braced in the doorway. He knew this was risky. Lewis was six-three of pissed off muscle. Frankie wasn't small and was strong, but he was slender and Lewis could crush him like a bug.

"Please. I'm so sorry, I just felt so," he shook his head, searching for the right word. "I'm so jealous of you and Beth expanding your family. It's," he stopped, rubbing his chest. Then closed his eyes and slouched against the doorframe.

Lewis could squeeze by, or gut punch him out of the way. He'd deserve it.

He felt a hand on his arm as Lewis gently nudged him back into the bathroom. Closing the door and propping a contrite Frankie against the sink and sitting close on the stool.

"Talk to me," he said so gently that Frankie welled up and sniffed a little.

"I just look at Beth and I want so badly," Frankie admitted.

"To be pregnant?" Lewis asked carefully, relieved when Frankie snorted out a laugh.

"No!"

"To have a baby?"

"I want to be a dad," Frankie admitted. "I want it so bad."

"Does Cam not want kids?" Lewis was sympathetic.

"No, he does. We both do. But not yet." Frankie pulled a face and shrugged one shoulder. "I'm not a very patient person, Lewis."

Lewis cracked up. "No shit. I hadn't noticed." They both chuckled. "Why do you have to wait?" Lewis asked.

"One of us needs to have stopped competing. One of us needs to be around, you know?"

"I get it. And neither of you are ready for that." It wasn't a question.

"Realistically it will be me," Frankie admitted. "And no, I'm not ready. I'm being an idiot."

"Why you. Why can't Cam stop?"

Frankie raised a brow and made Lewis laugh again, but then smiled. "I've always had to put my art to one side to concentrate on dance, but that's getting harder. At some point those priorities will switch. I've always known that, even before I met Cam."

"But not yet, you're so good, Frankie."

"No, not yet. I'm so lucky to be able to do these things and still ungrateful. I'm sorry for being a bitch."

Lewis smiled. "You're not a bitch. You're broody."

"Huh?" Frankie frowned.

"You're broody, Frankie."

"Can men be broody?"

"Of course, we're human, not giant pandas." Lewis considered him thoughtfully, then his face lit up. "You're planning on adopting, aren't you?"

"How did you know?"

"That's just so you and Cam." Lewis sat back a little. "And perfect. Adopting an older child, they'll still be the right age to play with their 'cousins'."

Frankie knelt suddenly and grabbed Lewis' hands, his face earnest, "I'm so excited to be an uncle again. And our kids will be cousins to yours, that's what I feel," he slapped over his heart with one hand. "Please don't ever think I'm not excited to be Charlie's uncle, and Peanut's uncle. I can't wait."

"I know."

"I'll go make up with Beth," Frankie paused and cleared his throat. "And Cam," he winced.

"Make her understand how excited you are for her," Lewis asked. "I don't want her to doubt that."

"Oh God. I am a bitch."

"No, it's," Lewis paused. "Look, something happened and Beth's still really hurt."

"What?"

"You know Beth stopped going to her church?"

"Yea, but not why."

"She had a close friend there who was kind of a matriarch. Everyone looks up to her. She never approved of me though, and when Beth announced she was expecting again she said some stuff about Charlie and Peanut, and mostly about me."

"Because you're not religious?" Frankie was still kneeling on the floor.

"Nope, not that. Because of this," Lewis ran a hand down his forearm, giving Frankie a careful glance.

Frankie sighed, his expression sad. He cupped Lewis' forearm gently and ran his fingers over the milky white skin. The only colour being Lewis' pale red freckles. "I hear you, brother," he said quietly.

The contrast of his skin against Lewis' was obvious, but not as dramatic as Beth's beautiful, almost true black.

With Cam's light Mediterranean colouring, and Frankie's own, what Cam called oat-milk-late or oat-milk-mocha, depending on how much sun Frankie had caught recently, they got enough looks. Frankie could only imagine how bad it could be for Lewis and Beth.

Frankie pouted a little at his thoughts. Cam teased him knowing that the thought of oat-milk anything was enough to make Frankie gag. But he also sometimes described Frankie's skin as dark honey, when Cam was feeling particularly romantic, or sucking up for some reason.

Frankie turned his pout into a smile as Lewis briefly cupped his face at his sad words.

"Anyone I need to beat the crap out of?"

"Christ, you sound like Cam!" Frankie rolled his eyes, then used Lewis' legs to push to his feet. "Well, you may be pale, but you make beautiful children."

"Thank you, I think," Lewis joked as Frankie tugged him to his feet.

They wandered back with their arms slung casually around each other's waists.

"Beth's enjoying her new church though?"

"Yea," Lewis enthused. "They're amazing. Super fun and super welcoming. I can't thank Robbie's gran enough for recommending it."

"I've taught there a couple of times," Frankie said. "My friend teaches a Latin-fit class, but she had to take two weeks off and asked them if they wanted to break, or learn a simple tango. They went for the tango. Crazy fun bunch."

Everyone turned as they walked back in and Frankie hurried to Beth, wrapping her in a big hug. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. I love you and I love both your babies so much. I can't wait for 'uncle' hugs. I promise."

Beth kissed his cheek and squeezed him hard. "It's okay, Frankie. Cam explained you had a hard call from Alvero and it had upset you."

Frankie stiffened a little, then relaxed into the hug, his eyes on Cam's. He hadn't even realized how low his mood had been brought by that call.

"Oversensitive," Mia said kindly, giving his back a rub in support. "It's hard to be far from family when they are struggling."

Beth swayed him slightly. "You're a good big brother. Alvero knows you are there for him," she reassured him.

Frankie dipped his head to her shoulder as his emotions overflowed. "Thanks," he managed. Then yelped and jumped back. "What the hell?"

"Peanut's excited for uncle hugs!" Beth laughed and rubbed her belly.

"That was Peanut? I think my spleen's bruised."

Beth smiled and reached up to wipe his cheeks before pressing his hand to her bump. Pleased when his eyes turned happy and wondrous.

"And it doesn't hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." She could never convince him.

Cam and Lewis had gone for drinks, seeing the girls had Frankie. They came back now with three mugs.

"Back to rehearse," Cam told him and Mia, but gave Frankie a soft kiss.

"Slave driver," Frankie accused, then went to find the correct music.

Hearing a soft sound from Mia as he crossed to her, he looked over to see the little black cat who lived locally, Cole, sauntering in and jumping up to see Beth. Nuzzling her arm before delicately arranging himself on her lap, around her bump.

"What?" Frankie asked, as Mia murmured in Italian.

"So sweet," Mia said, looking soft and dewy eyed as Frankie smiled and brought her into hold.

Several hours later, after Cam had insisted Frankie take a bath while he cook, even though it was Frankie's turn really, Frankie smiled as Cam flicked off the light and slid into the bed behind him.

Unresisting as he was tugged into the little spoon and Cam nuzzled his neck.

"Feeling better?"

Frankie held Cam's hands close to his heart. "Yea, I'm sorry about today."

"Is okay. You're allowed to be upset. I wish I had been here to speak to Alvero with you."

"It was just with what would have been her hundred and forth birthday. They had a celebration, and he said that was great, but it brought everything back for him."

"Is grief, Frankie. Is natural."

Frankie smiled, knowing Cam was sleepy. "Yea, I guess."

He turned his head for a lazy slow kiss. Then snuggling even closer relaxed back, ready to sleep.

"Sweet today, right?" Frankie mumbled into the dark.

"What?"

"Cole snuggling the baby."

Cam smiled and nuzzled some more. "He purred Peanut to sleep. Beth said it's the first time the baby hasn't been bouncing on her bladder in thirty-six hours."

"Ouch!"

He was still smiling when he joined Cam in sleep.

-X

WRATH:

Sunday, and Frankie floated home on a cloud of happy relaxation.

He had spent the afternoon at his favourite pamper spot. Being scrubbed, pummelled, spritzed, hosed, and finally massaged into limp goo.

Sexy limp goo, hopefully.

He felt limber, loose, and glowing. Also horny.

That was something to do with the massage from heaven and the fact that he and Lars (Swedish masseurs were such a cliché, but there it was), fancied the pants off each other.

In fact, he and Lars had enjoyed a moment, or let's be honest, three filthy weeks of fucking and frolics, years ago. Well before Frankie met Cam, or certainly before they got to know each other.

It didn't work out, mainly because the two of them disagreed on literally everything. Movies, books, politics, death penalty, who got to top.

It had been three weeks of clash -- fuck -- clash -- fuck, until they decided to be friends. Both Lars' husband (Frankie introduced them) and Cam were totally fine with the friendship and even Lars continuing to regularly attack Frankie's naked limbs with scented oil.