Chapter 10: Kismet and Make Up

The package looked innocent enough, sitting there on Frank's desk where the Fed Ex guy had left it and Joe had signed for it. But his older brother was not having such a good run of luck lately. And why would someone send a gift to Frank's work address, not his home or his mother's home address? The more Joe stared at the package from his own office chair, the more it fretted him. Thankfully Frank had left work early to get ready for Friday dinner with the Cohens.

Fenton Hardy entered the office and stared at his unnaturally quiet son staring at the package across the way in his brother's office.

"Joe? Son, why are you staring at that package on Frank's desk."

"Something's fishy Dad. Why was it sent to his office? Why not his home or your house? And I don't recognize the name on the return address."

"You realize it could be from someone on Phil's side of the family, and that it may have been easier to find this address in the yellow pages than it would Frank and Phil's house since they're unlisted…" But the look on Joe's face never changed. Fenton sighed.

"Do you want me to call in a favor from Ezra?"

"Would you?"

"This time, yes…"

"This time? I say the moment he and Phil set off for their honeymoon we round up all the gifts and take them to PD to be X-rayed. For that matter, I think you ought to have the bomb squad on high alert and ready to roll if someone puts a suspicious package on the gift table."

"Joseph Hardy, paranoid and cautious? Are you sure I'm talking to the right son about this?" Joe sighed and let his shoulders relax at his father's jibe.

"I just… With Frank's horrible luck, and Vanessa and Ashleigh always on my mind…" Fenton smiled at his youngest son, finally getting a taste of his own medicine. He clapped him on the arm and headed for his own office.

"I'll call Ezra and see if he and the guys will come over before they call it a day. Although Frank's gonna be pretty pissed that you let a bomb squad tear into it if it's only a salad bowl set."

The Hardy clan usually held family reunions once every couple of years. Since they had no cousins on the Lewis side of their family to speak of, the Hardy gatherings were usually quiet, awkward affairs. Frank and Joe weren't that close to their Hardy cousins and extended aunts and uncles. And since most of them lived out West, Frank and Joe had spent precious little time around them as they were growing up. The occasional trip to visit Great Uncle Wade on his dude ranch was usually met with one disaster or another. Great Uncle Wade really needed to review and revise his hiring practices for foremen and cowhands.

So family gatherings at the Cohen household were quite a raucous affair in comparison, as Frank quickly learned. Sam's two kids were constantly running around and ducking under their grandfather's arms for hugs or to whisper something in their great-grandfather Nathan's ear. They would run past Elter Zaide, Aaron, giggling as he tried to catch them with his frail hands or hook their arms with his cane as they ran past.

Frank had stuck his head in the kitchen shortly after he and Phillip arrived to see if the women of the family needed any help (it's what he would do if he came home for dinner with his family). He saw Mayim, Sam's wife, sneak a bottle of Manischewitz behind her back as Pearl and Ruth giggled and shooed him out to join the rest of the men until dinner was ready.

He joined the other men at the extended dining room table, Phil was waiting for him and patted the seat next to his.

"Got kicked out of the kitchen huh?" Phil laughed.

"Don't worry Frankie, with the exception of Mother's Day they lay claim on that kitchen like it's some sort of girls' club." Nathan stopped as his wife Ruth could be heard cackling at something Mayim said. "The one night of the week they let themselves get a little shakar* before dinner. It's a Cohen tradition that Mamen started with her sisters, pulled Ruth in on it when we got married, and so on…" Nathan smiled and looked over at his father, Aaron, as they both remembered Phyllis and her sisters getting a little tipsy while preparing various meals over the years.

"I think it was more of a Nachmann tradition before it became a Cohen tradition. My Mamen never got shakar with the women in the family before the bad times. But my Phyllis, she was so bubbly and full of life… she was kind of cute when she was tipsy." Aaron looked down at his hands and smiled.

Sam's daughter, Lizbet, wedged in between Phil and Frank, having noticed them holding hands under the table.

"Daddy said you were going to marry my Uncle Phil. Are you going to wear a dress?" The adorable little girl was missing her two front teeth, and the wrinkle in her forehead reminded Frank of the six-year-old Aaron in his dream the other night.

"Lizbet!" Sam admonished. Phil slapped his forehead in embarrassment and squeezed Frank's hand in a silent message of apology for his niece's naiveté.

"No, Sam, it's okay." Even though Frank's cheeks were aflame that someone would think he the effeminate one in the couple. He looked at the little girl who shared the Cohen family's trait for honey and hazel eyes and smiled.

"Yes, Lizbet, your Uncle Phil and I are getting married. But no, neither one of us are going to wear a dress like you will when you get married. We're both going to wear a tuxedo. And we will be each other's husband."

"Women are wives and men are husbands, remember sweetie? We've explained it to you and Ruben before." Sam added with a forced smile.

"Then how will you have babies?" This kid was hitting all the nerves!

"Well, there are plenty of babies and children out there who aren't lucky enough like you and Ruben to have a loving family. So, when the time is right, your soon to be Uncle Frank and I will adopt a child that needs a home."

Supplied Phil, praying that wrapped up Lizbet's Q and A session for now, and it did, but when she left to go run off to find her brother, the men of the table were left in an awkward silence.

"Frank can talk to dead people too!" Phil announced as he took a sip of his wine. The four other men at the table stared at Frank and Phil, stunned.

"Phil!" Frank hissed.

"What, it got awkward? We needed to get the conversation going again."

"So, Frank, how long have you been talking to the dead?" Moshe asked politely, skepticism apparent in his voice.

"Only since I got so sick when I was in New Orleans. It was like something inside me opened up, and suddenly the dead started approaching me, wanting me to help them come to grips with their lot, some need help crossing over. But my therapist is helping me learn to block most of them out, it can be really distracting when the deceased are calling on you night and day." Frank answered as honestly as he could for now. If Phil mentioned anything about his gift of foresight, someone was going to be sleeping on the sofa tonight, and it wasn't going to be Frank.

"For Heaven's sake don't let the women folk know you can do that! Pearl watches that Long Island Medium, even the re-runs. She thinks it's fascinating. If they catch on, you'll never hear the end of it!" Moshe said good naturedly, Nathan chuckled, but Aaron remained silent.

"Frank got a visit from your brother Eli the other night." Phil said to his Elter Zaide. The table went silent again as all eyes sought Aaron's face. Okay, that was it! Phil was sleeping on the sofa all weekend, maybe even into the next week at this point, Frank decided. Aaron noticed the pinched look on Frank's face. But Phil never lied or exaggerated about things such as this, he could tell by the open and honest look on his face.

"So, Franklin, tell me, what did Eli have to say to you? Some platitude about my time will be coming soon and not to be afraid about death, and how wonderful Heaven is…?"

"Eli, hasn't moved on yet, to his final judgment. He's waiting on you, he wants to join the rest of your family when you do. And Phyllis is there, but she only waits because she loves you. Eli doesn't want you to be mad at him. He's worried you think he abandoned you. But he was there, watching you through every step you took. He was at Gusen, yelling at you when Pvt. Hooper was…(Frank was suddenly not sure if the rest of the family knew about the vampires who attacked Gusen) was trying to save your camp." Frank discreetly raised an eyebrow hoping Mr. Cohen would catch on. The man nodded slightly, but still wasn't convinced. Anyone who'd known him as long as his family did already knew most of the few stories he was willing to tell of the war and losing his brother, parents and sisters in the camps. He was about to open his mouth to say something snappish along those lines when Frank interrupted.

"The last thing he said to you, he whispered, for you to just be a good son for your Abba and Mamen. To make them proud, they deserved it."

Whatever Aaron Cohen was going to say to discredit Frank died on his lips. That was something he never told his family, not his wife or sons. They were words between two brothers, and he'd carried those words in his heart his whole life. Aaron's mind raced back to that chilly night in nineteen thirty-three. He could see the scrape and bruise on Eli's cheek as a tear ran down, it must have stung. But Eli was smiling, for Aaron's sake, trying to placate a little boy. The old man thought about the other thing the goy had said, "He was at Gusen, yelling at you…" As scared as he had been of those unholy creatures, he was even more startled by the thoughts running wildly through his head, urging him on to drink their damn blood and live, to get out of there… and so he was the first of the prisoners to step a bare foot forward and help Pvt. Hooper.

"Abba? Abba are you okay?" Aaron was brought back to the here-and-now by his son's voice. Nathan and all the men at the table were looking at him with concern. Even Frank was pale and shaking, surely worried his words were too much for the elderly man to take. Aaron sighed and picked up his wine glass, took a sip and thought for a second with his hand on his chin as he regarded Frank.

"You know Frankie, if you ever decide to find a safer line of work, you could give that Caputo lady a run for her money…" Frank released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and Phil clapped him on the back. Aaron looked to his family and smiled easily, easing the tension in the room.

"Just think Moshe! In less than a week and our little Phil will be home for a few days, and then we'll have a new member of the family!" Pearl Cohen gushed as she squeezed her youngest son's cheeks at the Sabbath dinner table. Phil's cheeks flared a crimson red, but all Frank could do was chuckle softly at Mrs. Cohen's antics. Turnabout was fair play.

"And I don't care what Phil says Frankie, I think him coming home a few days before the wedding is such a sweet idea! I know it may sound a little old fashioned, but having him home to ourselves before he becomes a married man, reminds me so much for the old days. And there's nothing wrong with that, is it Moshe?"

"Nothing wrong with it at all! I've been needing to clear out the garage, having an extra hand would be nice." Moshe said as he looked up from his plate full of brisket.

"You both realize I'm just hanging my hat here, I'll still be working during the day."

"I will too, but daylight saving's over, it'll still be light when you get home." Phil rolled his eyes at his father's rationale.

"Don't feel bad Phil, at least your mom kept your bedroom as is. My room's been converted into a hobby and crafts room for Mom and Gertie, and Joe's room is now a frilly guest room. Can't even sleep in my old bed, gotta sleep under some frou-frou Martha Stewart quilt that Mom swears if I get anything on it she'll ground me, whether I'm married or not."

Everyone at the table got a good laugh at that, even Aaron laughed softly.

"Did you hear Ira and Vera weren't coming to the wedding?" Pearl turned to her mother-in-law.

"But their granddaughter, Rachel, is one of the boys' attendants! She's still in the wedding isn't she?" Ruth looked to Phil and Frank for answers.

"Last time I texted Rach, she said she'd just got her dress fitted and steamed. She's ready to roll." Phil defended his cousin.

"My own brother and sister in-law, not coming my little Phil's wedding? How many of their unruly brats' weddings did Nathan and I schlep to?" She looked back to Pearl. "What about Rachel's brat of a father and Gail?"

"Gail said she and Dan were coming, but they couldn't convince Ira and Vera."

"Calm down Ruth. No offense boys, but Ruth, you knew when Mrs. Hardy and Pearl sent out the invitations that not everyone in the family was going to be on board." Nathan Cohen tried to calm his wife. "Even the boys understand that, they live with it every day!"

"What burns me up is we've known the Steins since we were in high school and they're coming. But our own kin won't come. Feh!" Ruth ranted.

"Really Bubbe, Zaide's right. What's important is that the ones who do care about us will be there, and…"

"It's the principle of the thing!" Ruth cut Phil off.

"How much wine did she have before dinner?" Moshe discreetly leaned over to Pearl and whispered in her ear, and just as discreetly Pearl elbowed him in the ribs.

"What's a faigheleh?" Five year-old Ruben asked over the other voices at the table. The adults were suddenly silent. You could have heard a pin drop until Nathan stood and asked if anyone else wanted some wine, scurrying quickly to the kitchen. Instead of answering his young son's question, Sam cleared his throat and redirected Ruben's attention.

"You know, I think now is a good time to give Uncle Phil and your new Uncle Frank their early wedding gift." Sam smiled. "Son, go get that white envelope in Mommy's purse."

"Okay!" The boy smiled back at his father and hopped down from his seat. Mayim kicked back the rest of her wine and then hissed at Sam.

"Where could he have picked up a word like that?" Sam shrugged but glanced sideways at his Elter Zaide who was innocently cutting into the last few morsels of brisket on his plate.

"If he asks again we'll just tell him it's one of those things we'll explain to him when he's older." Sam whispered before Ruben came running back into the dining room with envelope and handing it to his father.

"Well hopefully this will change the mood!" Sam stood to get everyone's attention. "Phil and Frank, a little birdie told me that you two were opting for a hometown honeymoon, lazing around at Jerry Fuller's old beach house, swimming all day and sunning yourselves on the beach, blah, blah, blah. So this is Mayim's and my wedding gift to you two. Round trip airfare and all!" He handed his younger brother a thick white envelope. Inside were two plane tickets and a hotel confirmation and brochure from the Mayan Adonis. Frank and Phil looked over the brochure intently, but silently. The Mayan Adonis was labeled as "A luxurious adults-only getaway for gay and lesbian couples located on the white sandy beaches of Puerto Vallarta." Room types included basic to dreamy honeymoon suites with private outdoor Jacuzzi tubs. According to the confirmation, one of the dreamy honeymoon suites was booked in their names.

"S-Sam, Mayim, this is…Mexico? This is just too much!" Phil protested.

"I have only one little brother. And G-d willing he'll get married just this once. And Frank has made you happier than I've ever seen you. So we thought you deserved a better honeymoon than what you were giving yourselves."

Pearl's eyes were brimming with happy tears as Phil and Frank got up and came around the table to thank and hug Mayim and Sam for their generosity.

"If Mexico is where husbands have their honeymoons, where do wives go?" Ruben chimed in.

Amy accepted the proffered and warmed bag of O negative.

"Thank you, Ezekiel." Amy said before she began to sip from the baggie.

"So what's got you in such a mood? You're not you usual, Little Miss Uptight self lately." The teenaged vampire asked his "foster" mother.

"I have not been able to sleep well. Too much on my mind before my body will rest."

"What's Biff done this time?" Ezekiel asked, mildly irked that the beefy vampire hunter who seemed to genuinely adore, or, possibly love his "mother" would do something to make her upset.

"Allen has not done anything offensive… He has his rough patches, but otherwise he has been a gentleman and a faithful lover." Amy said.

"He sure seems smitten. I mean, calling on Frank and asking for his help so you and I wouldn't break our vows to protect him and Phil, calling on you every day to make sure you're feeling better, and before the fire you practically lived at his apartment…"

"Ilia."

"Ilia? Ilia Orlov? The guy from the Bolshoi Ballet? Same Ilia you had a relationship with while we were in Europe after we left Canada? What's he got to do with any of this, he's long dead… Oh!"

"He was so beautiful, strong, and he loved me. Treated me like a queen. And I watched him grow old and die."

"This lifestyle is not for everyone ya know?" Ezekiel said as he sat at the foot of Amy's fainting couch. "And he lived a good life, he loved you and he was happy."

"He told me one time years later that he would have liked to have had children, but he loved me too much to give up what we had. I loved him so much Ezekiel. But he was a fool, and I so was I."

"It's not your fault he didn't want to be turned." Ezekiel scooted closer to Amy, adjusting his glasses in the process.

"Turned or not, many men have a desire to have a little part of themselves to live on, you have studied enough history to understand that."

"Ilia didn't seem the like the fatherly type, at least from what I can remember of what a father is supposed to be."

"People can surprise you, Ezekiel, always remember that." Amy said as she handed Ezekiel the now empty baggie.

"You think Biff has some deep seeded desire to procreate and make more little vampire hunter babies?"

"Ezekiel… Allen has not said as much, but he is young, and I know I will never turn him. But I would hate to see him grow old and have nothing to show for it. I would hate to see him grow old, period."

"You're not thinking about breaking up with Biff are you? I mean, this is the happiest I've seen you since Ilia died." Ezekiel touched Amy's hand. "After putting up with Magnus' shit for centuries, dedicating your afterlife to getting me the best education money can buy, and your own vigilante agenda to protect the innocent and only feed on those who would do others harm… You deserve some happiness in your life!" Amy looked away from Ezekiel, and for a moment the teen could have sworn he saw unshed tears in her dark eyes.

"He does make me happy, in a way I have not felt in a very long time." She said hoarsely.

"Then I think you have your answer. Besides, I like having him around. It's nice to have someone warm blooded around here and not some cold, heartless and horny newborns with sex and blood on their minds all the time."

"Ezekiel, watch your mouth!" But Ezekiel could see a faint smile on her lips as she admonished him.

Frank was quiet on the ride home, minding the speed limit and traffic lights. Phil tried to start conversations but was met with noncommittal grunts or "Uh hmm." When they got to back to their Arts and Crafts style home on Baywood Drive, Phil was determined to find out why Frank was giving him the silent treatment.

"You threw me under the bus!" Frank hissed when Phil finally asked him what was going on in that head of his.

"Things got awkward and you said you needed to tell Elter Zaide about Uncle Eli! What? Only your side of the family can know about your gifts? You're about to become a member of my family, they may as well know too!" Phil defended.

"Look, it's been months and even I find it hard to swallow at times! And for gosh and Heaven's sakes don't tell them I'm half Elf! Or that we've have vampires and werewolves for friends! It was hard enough to hear your nephew practically call us fags! Last thing I need is your niece going nuts wanting to see if my ears are pointy, or G-d knows what your Elter Zaide would say! It's bad enough he's disappointed you're marrying a guy, a "Goy" at that. What kind of wisecracks will he come up with then? Oh, my great grandson married a real Fairy! Ha ha ha! He probably won't even care that they're two different species altogether!" The brunette ranted as he walked into the bedroom. Okay, yeah, Phil had goofed. He should have let Frank talk to Aaron and let the Cohen family know about his other talents in his own time, it really wasn't Phil's place or his secrets to tell.

Phil ran a hand through his hair in frustration, loosening the product that kept his black wavy hair under control. He sighed and emptied his pockets in the catch-all in the foyer before heading toward the bedroom. As he reached the door he was surprised by a pillow and a couple of blankets hitting him in the chest. He caught the items but stared at Frank in confusion.

"What the fu…?"

"I'm just following your mother's advice that she was kind of enough to give me tonight. Never go to bed together angry. So, I'm still angry, it's late, time for bed. You're the one who opened your big mouth, you get the couch."

"Look Frank, I'm sorry I said anything!"

"I'm sorry you did too!" The hard and hurt look on Frank's face softened for a moment. "Good night Phil." He quickly kissed Phil on the lips and closed the bedroom door.

Frank tossed and turned in his sleep. His mind was filled with scenes of seeing the light leave "Phil's" eyes in that cold basement. It wasn't Phil, he tried to tell himself in the dream, it was that shape shifter lady. The dreams changed suddenly, Phil was in chains, being taken away by the very creatures who had wanted to buy Frank from Emile Louvel. He could hear Emile's laughter in the background. How could he hear Emile? Emile was dead. The Louisiana State's Attorney's office had called to tell him to disregard his summons to testify because the man was dead, there would be no trial for the man who'd nearly killed him when the deal to sell him into bondage went south.

But Phil… Why did those devils have Phil in chains? He was one hundred percent human, he had no supernatural talents to speak of. Phil looked like he'd been beaten, bruises covered his face like Frank's had. No! Frank was not going to allow it! They were not going to do to Phil what they had intended to do to him. Frank cried out to the Dark Elves, tried to run after them but it was as if he was trying to run through wet cement while the boat and the tall, purplish-skinned creatures got further and further away. No! Don't take Phil… come back! No no no…!

Frank shot up in bed, he looked around, so sure he'd see Phil sleeping safely beside him as he usually did whenever Frank had a nightmare. But Phil's side of the bed was empty…

"Phil!" Then Frank remembered, their argument, Frank's damaged pride and privacy. Don't go to bed mad… He'd tossed Phil the pillow and blankets and closed the door. Frank had been so irritated he'd even gone to bed with his contacts lenses in. It took several seconds of blinking for his world to come back into focus, and then he was stumbling out of bed and making his way to the den. The kosher wine he'd drank during dinner had nullified his daily dose of vampire serum, so he was limping and stumbling waywardly as he hurried into the den, and his right foot caught the edge of the end table next to the sofa where Phil was sleeping. A sense of relief washed over him when he saw Phil's sleeping form in the moonlit den before he realized he was going down like a sack of potatoes and the pain from the contact his toes made with the end table finally reached his brain.

Phil felt like he'd only just fallen asleep when he heard a commotion at the foot of the sofa. He quickly reached up and turned on the light near his head only to find his fiancé on the floor near his feet. Frank's head had just barely missed the corner of the coffee table.

"Oy! Frank are you okay babe? What's happening?" Phil sat up on the sofa as Frank tried to recover from his fall, using his arms and his good leg to lift up his upper body and dragged himself into a soft chair near the coffee table. Frank pulled his bad leg up, rubbing his fingers over the toes he'd smashed.

"Ow! Shit shit shit!" Frank winced. Then he looked up at Phil sheepishly. "Bad dream, you weren't there. Had to make sure you were okay…" Phil took a deep breath and threw off the covers. He sat down on the floor in front of Frank.

"It was a little different this time. It started out the same as it usually does, but then… it was you in the chains, the Dark Elves were taking you away…" Frank couldn't look at Phil, he felt awful now for having been in such a snit and making Phil sleep on the couch. Of all nights for him to have a nightmare, it served him right he thought.

"Reckon you broke a toe?" Phil tried to redirect Frank's attention away from reliving his nightmare. He touched Frank's hand, moving it away from the toes he was rubbing. The one next to the big toe was already turning purple just under the nail bed and the first joint.

"Hmm… Take a double dose of serum in the morning and it'll fix that in no time." Phil advised.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Frank said quietly as he inspected his foot.

"Unless you want some now."

"I'll live until morning, rather take it then anyway."

"You okay now?" Phil was unconsciously rubbing Frank's arm and shoulder in soothing circles when Frank finally looked up and met his eyes.

"I'm sorry I made you sleep on the sofa. We only have a few days left together before the wedding and I go and act like an ass."

"No sorrier than I am for blabbing to my family about you and Uncle Eli. Even though it had to do with my family, what Eli had to say was between him, you and Elter Zaide. I'm sorry Frank, I should have butted out and let you tell the family about your gifts when you were ready. Me and my big mouth." Phil admitted. He looked at Frank and noticed his fiancé was giving him that look, his chocolaty brown eyes where wide and a small smile was playing at his lips.

"What? The eyes, you're giving me that look." Phil narrowed his eyes suspiciously but there was a wide grin on his face. Frank sat forward and captured Phil's face between his hands, rubbing his thumbs over Phil's stubbly cheeks and lightly brushed his lips against those full, plump lips the raven haired man had been blessed with. Phil closed his eyes and let Frank take control of the kiss, not really demanding to deepen the kiss, but teasing and nipping.

"I know… how you could put that mouth of your's… to some good use." Frank said between nips and kisses. Phil opened his eyes and saw how Frank's eyes had darkened, yet there was color in his cheeks.

"You're blushing…" Phil teased. He looked straight down and noticed the bulge in Frank's boxers. "But what about your foot?"

"I don't want you to suck my foot." That rare devilish look overcame Frank's face. Phil returned the conspiratory look, but he grabbed Frank's wrists and pulled them away from his face.

"Okay, but your hands have stay right here, the whole time." Phil warned as he placed Frank's hands firmly on the arms of the chair. Frank nodded, his cheeks growing even more crimson as this man that he loved with all his heart knew his desires so well.

Frank had opted for roomy, cotton boxers tonight, so Phil simply slipped his hand into the part in the material and pulled his lover's already hardening cock out. He heard Frank hiss as his member was exposed to the air-conditioned room's atmosphere, but it was followed shortly with a low moan as Phil covered the head with a hot, moist heat. Phil sank down further, letting the flat of his tongue massage of the underside of Frank's cock, then teasing the veins with the tip of his tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye his saw Frank's right hand leave it's spot on the chair's arm. He knew Frank loved to run his hand through his wavy hair while he gave him head. Hell, he even enjoyed the painful pleasure of having Frank's fingers tug at his hair, but that wasn't the point tonight.

"Uh uh, 'and dow'n" Phil tried to say without removing Frank's dick from his mouth. Frank moaned from the vibrations of Phil's effort to talk, but he obeyed and let his fingers grasp the material of the armchair. He did buck his hips and Phil was more than willing to give Frank what he desired. Down he went again, letting the tip barely brush the back of his throat. As he came back up he let his tongue sweep back and forth on the underside of that red cock, teased the underside of the head and then let his tongue trace the small slit at the head where Frank's pre-come was collecting and rolling down.

Phil continued working Frank, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked. He pulled Frank's balls out from the boxer's part, and used his hand to massage Frank's sack and spread the mixture of Frank's pre-come and Phil's saliva so that he could smoothly pump his fist up and down Frank's shaft and concentrate on lavishing the head. With a quick look Phil could see Frank was white knuckling the arms of the chair, determined to mind Phil's request while Phil was driving him to that brink.

Frank leaned his head back and arched his back as heat pooled low in his belly. He felt as if every nerve of his body was strung tight, just waiting to snap and let go. Phil felt so good, his firm grasp, that talented tongue… Phil gave his cock a tantalizing twist and Frank practically screamed as he shot into Phil's mouth, the darker haired man swallowing down all Frank had to give him.

Phil looked up and licked his lips seductively. He raised up from where he'd been kneeling at Frank's crotch to grab him and kiss him deeply, letting Frank taste himself. Frank released the chair's upholstery and clutched the hair at the back of Phil's head. Frank finally pulled away, panting like he'd run a marathon. He was breathless, the orgasm, the kiss… Phil could have anything he wanted right now… Frank peered down at Phil's body, his own erection looked painfully full through his boxer briefs.

"Phil… do you want me to…?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. But you're not going to be able to get on that knee." Phil raised an eyebrow and smirked as Frank wiped a whitish droplet from the corner of the bearded man's mouth.

"Phil? Love of my life. Will you please come back to our bed with me?"

"And…?"

"Will you please come back to our bed with me…" Frank leaned forward enough so he could reach down and cup Phil's bulging cock, rubbing it through the knit material. A small spot near the head was already wet with pre-come. "So I can suck your cock until your eyes roll back in your head." Phil's eyes were already closing as he melted into Frank's touch.

"Well, when you put it that way…"

Author's Notes:

*shakar: Yiddish/Hebrew for drunk, tipsy

So, another chapter, yay! Oh, and what's that I hear? Could it possibly be the sound of wedding bells in the distance? Hmmmm…..