A few beats into it, several notes and wanted to sling the portable music player across the room in frustration.

He needed help, he hated to admit.

He needed the closest thing to expert he could locate.

True he COULD ask Chris, much more knowledgable about such matters but would be unable to find the same bliss with his ex-Pro.

So he lowered his standards and went far past the bottom of the barrel.

'You want MY help?'

'Yes.'

'You want MY help?!' Beaming stupid face reflecting sheer delight.

'Yes! And I won't repeat myself again.'

'Okay, nudge over...let me listen.'

Eyes shut on that peculiar orange-pink face, a sunburnt sunkist indeed.

Hummed and swayed along the sounds.

Before Wade could sneak his hands close to the zipper lower and under the shirt higher, the excited eyes opened.

'It needs something strong with here,listen.'

Earbuds shared between two different heads, hair and faces yet alike inside somehow.

'Yes, I hear it now. Needs something with force.'

'A little zing, little kick to it.'

'Or a punch.'

'Yeah!' Excitement grew to firework levels, joy sent sparkling, spinning, lighting up the sky.

Heath grabbed his husband's arm, not roughly and that caused another sort of shooting star display.

Arm was swung with assistance, hand curled into fist.

The boom he'd been searching for.

It helped that the ac in the suite was not up to quality standards and shut off, making things steamy but pleasant.

Pleasant from the heat they created.

Their own music, sounds of the flesh, song of the body.

Heartbeat.

One kiss bred dozens as it always had before.

Those same hands, freckled enough to be interesting and rather cute, touched him, his bare chest and that made things improve.

'A condom.' Rubbing during gasps.

'I don't want-' he squinted, groaned, arched his spine to raise his hips up.

'Just this once?'

'Fine.'

Shallow panting before a grunt.

'I'll flush it.'

He didn't flush until AFTER draining the tiny dna wigglers into a small tube, tube kept safe in the special container Kane had given him.

Experiment ready to try.

Container carefully hidden down in his duffel,left just right inside the bathroom door.

Back to embracing mixed with smiles and some faint growling.

'I'll teach YOU about rhythm.' the snarl in his ear, voice that caused tingles.

Their skin conjoined, fighting Brit and ginger git locked as one, face to face, hands on each others backs, leaving sweat fingerprints, heaving and pumping, sighing and thrusting, the 'housewife' of the duo riding in the taller man's lap.

Another shot of liquid, then a downpour.

And that delight created their own lovesong not long after, life music, sweet sound of love.

'Woah, so THAT'S when they were conceived?'

'Yep.'

'Damn.' Justin paused at the hotel room door. 'I oughta change MY entrance theme every week.'

'Not a bad idea my brother.' Heath grinned and chuckled and planted a smooch right on Justin's mouth which increased his smile greatly.

Then he flung open the door to dark room, lights off, still could see in the dark, could see two tall shapes.

Could hear the laughter.

Lights on and all four there, balloons, streamers, pile of gifts.

'Surprise!'

Movement in his belly.

His babies, he and his wonderful Wade's babies.

Life was full of great little surprises.