Casey looked good in red, really good. They'd come in to work early to make sure everything was ready for the new classes starting this morning. They had everything sorted and now there was nothing left for Heath to do but wait until the first clients arrived in...a half hour he saw with dismay after consulting his watch. Ah well, as Heath watched Casey he was pretty sure he could fill in the time. Casey moved about, triple checking the equipment, but they totally had this covered, they made a good team, Casey needed to relax. Heath found himself studying little details about Casey, things like how his eyes were a lovely blue that lightened in the centre...and now those eyes were focused on him.

"Heath?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Admiring..."

"Well don't," Casey commanded before walking away. Well, that harsh response certainly snapped Heath out of his dreamy admiration. Fuuuck, how bloody stupid was he? Why had he expected that Casey would be as keen as he was to continue this after the initial novelty had worn off? There must be something wrong with Heath for him to think so. Not really, you certainly didn't imagine the way he writhed beneath you and begged for more... Gah, that so wasn't helping. Heath shook his head and stood up. He didn't want this to sit awkwardly between them, apart from anything else that had happened, or might happen between them, Heath felt that without Brax here that maybe they had finally been given a chance to properly get to know each other, and it was an opportunity he didn't want to pass him by. And with that thought Heath followed Casey into the office, intending to apologise for pushing this and to make sure everything was still okay between them.

"Casey I-"

"Heath, c'mon," Casey cut him off, his irritation with Heath obvious in his tone, "this is work, drop it alright." Casey fixed Heath with a serious look then, one that clearly said Heath needed to back off now. But Heath couldn't, he had to make sure things were right between them before he left this room.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"I'm pretty sure I can guess, I have a good imagination..."

"Yes you do..." Heath said, barely winning the battle to keep the smile off his face. Sure, it wasn't the smartest thing to say under the circumstances but c'mon, Casey had left himself wide open for that one.

"Damnit Heath! It's hard enough to keep my hands off you without you looking at me like that." So that was it. Heath lost this time, unable to stop the smile that curled his lips. Casey groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair when he realised the mistake he'd just made. But his chagrin didn't last, Casey lost the battle too, and a defeated smile appeared on his face.

"I came in here to apologise for pushing you into something you don't want, but I see it's not really necessary..." They moved at the same time, but Heath was quicker. He met Casey in a heated kiss and managed to push him back, trapping him between himself and the desk. All Heath knew was that he wanted Casey and he wanted him now. He pushed Casey harder, and Casey heeded him, moving to sit on the desk and sliding back as far as he could without breaking their kiss. Heath felt Casey tugging at his shirt so he quickly pulled it off and discarded it, wanting Casey to have all the access he desired for that hot mouth of his. A sudden crash interrupted them, bringing them to their senses, they'd knocked a pencil holder off the desk, its contents scattering loudly across the floor.

"Fuck," Casey hissed, shoving Heath back and standing up. Immediately he set about straightening the papers on the desk. Heath watched him dumbly, struggling to shift from one mindset to the other. Casey must've finished with the desk because now he turned on Heath.

"What are you standing there for?" he barked, swooping down and grabbing Heath's shirt off the floor. "Put that on," he said urgently, shoving it at Heath and crouching down to pick up the spilled pens and pencils. Heath pulled his shirt back on, his mind beginning to function once more. Shit, they were at work and they had clients arriving for classes soon...

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Several agonizing hours later they actually managed to make it through the front door before Casey wrapped his arms around Heath and began to kiss him good and proper. It was a funny feeling to have to reach up kiss someone and Heath refused to stand on tiptoes like a girl, so he pulled Casey down to him.

"God, I thought today would never end..." Casey said as he slid his hands under Heath's singlet.

"Uh-huh," Heath agreed wholeheartedly. All day he'd been mentally undressing Casey and now he could do it for real.

"Heath? Are you over here?" came Bianca's voice from just outside the door. Hastily they broke apart, and just in time, as Bianca stepped through the door.

"Hey babe," Heath said, hoping Bianca didn't hear the guilty over-enthusiasm in his voice.

"Hi," she returned with a smile. "Did you have a good day at work?" She stepped straight into his personal space and slid her arms around his waist.

"Yeah," Heath managed to say before she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back with a frown and for a moment he thought she'd tasted Casey's kiss on his mouth.

"Didn't you shower before you left work?" She said wrinkling her nose up and taking a step back. "Your clothes are still all sweaty."

"I'm a man babe, I'm allowed to be sweaty after a hard day's work," Heath joked, hoping it would distract her from questioning him further. He couldn't very well say 'I didn't shower because we just wanted to get back here as quickly as we could to make out, and anyway we were totally gonna shower after...'.

"Well," she said with a flirtatious smile, "I guess it's a problem we can fix." She reached down and took his hand and Heath had to resist the urge to pull away. "We'll see you later Casey," she said as she started to pull Heath after her. Heath hated that Casey had to see this but what could he do besides go along with her?

"Seeya," Casey called after them. Heath had only a moment to look back at his brother, mouthing 'sorry' to him as he followed his wife to their flat.

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"Now," Bianca said as she pulled Heath's singlet off, "let's get you outta these dirty clothes..."

Heath was already hard from his encounter with Casey and he didn't need her to see that.

"You're right, it's gross, I'll only be five minutes," Heath said dashing into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He leaned back against the door for a moment to gather himself. What the hell was he doing? He'd just turned down a shower with his hot wife because he was fixating on hooking up with his brother. He seriously needed his head read. Heath quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and climbed in under the hot spray, though maybe a cold shower would be more appropriate.

"Heath? What's the matter with you?" Bianca called through the door.

"Nothing babe," he called back as cheerfully as he could, "I won't be long."

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Later that evening, after an awkward couple of hours where they'd tried to say all the right things which just seemed to fall flat, Heath climbed into bed beside Bianca, and he was certain he was going to hell. Though his body was here his mind was elsewhere and he couldn't even bring himself to touch Bianca, let alone anything else, but he knew she would expect it. He lay still, hoping she would just fall asleep and leave him alone, and even that made him feel guilty as hell.

"Heath?" she said tentatively into the darkness.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're alright?" He felt terrible when he heard the uncertainty in her voice, Bianca was usually so strong and confident. A half-hearted 'yeah' was the best he could manage. He felt her shift a fraction closer.

"Is...is it me?"

"What? No. I just had a tough day at work." It was true, keeping his hands off Casey was exhausting. He felt her hand slide over his chest as she moved closer still.

"Then show me Heath." And he did, because he she was his wife and he was her husband and that was what they were supposed to do.

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Heath got up very early the next morning and slunk out of his marriage bed, feeling horribly guilty for sleeping with his wife and that in itself should've told him how hopelessly fucked up this situation was. He headed to the beach, surfing had always been the best way for him to clear his head. He had a lot to think about. Bianca's interruption last night had forced him to consider his relationship with her. They'd been through a lot together and he felt like he owed her more than a simple 'it's over' from out of the blue. The beach was empty when he arrived, except for one other person, it appeared Casey had had the same idea. Heath tried not to think about how Casey had felt last night, it was too unsettling. As Casey approached him, Heath knew the guilt was all over his face and that Casey would know exactly what he'd done. Casey looked hurt for a moment but then he pushed it away, fixing Heath with a serious look, one that said he wasn't to be argued with.

"It doesn't matter." That was the understatement of the year and Heath couldn't let it go.

"Case I-" Heath began but Casey held his hand up to silence him.

"Seriously Heath, this thing we have, don't let it ruin your life, there's no need to screw your marriage up over it." Heath was speechless, there were so many things wrong with what Casey had just said. For starters this was much more than a 'thing' to Heath, and he'd hoped Casey knew that. And Casey had reminded Heath that their new relationship was unacceptable to society. It could never be more that what they had now, not to mention he was discussing his marriage with his lover. He was cheating on someone but wasn't even sure who. Was it the first person he'd made a commitment to, or the one he cared more about, that he was betraying? But the worst one was that Casey thought being with him had the potential to ruin Heath's life, but loving Casey could never do that. They stood silently as Heath thought it over and then he remembered he wasn't the only one with a woman in his life. What Casey was telling him was that he wasn't going to leave Tamara, and really why should he? It wasn't news to Heath that Casey didn't take this as seriously as he did, and there could be no future for them anyway.

"And you have Tamara." Heath said it to let Casey know he'd understood. Of course it was up to Casey to make his own decisions in regards to that relationship. Heath wasn't gonna be the reason Casey lost her again.

"Yeah," Casey said, his face unreadable now.

"Yeah," Heath echoed, neither of them sounding certain in their convictions but what were they supposed to do apart from what they were doing? The world would never let them be.

"Now," Casey said pulling himself from his reverie, "are we gonna stop being girls and go for a surf?" That sounded like a pretty good idea to Heath.