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Frankie and Max had moved out of the Devereaux home now that Caroline and Victor had returned home, alive after all. Being home with their "parents" again was such a surreal experience for both men. Max always made fun of him, but
Frankie kept busy with his work, keeping with cases while he was away, enjoying this time with his family. Oftentimes, he'd check out what little hottie was coming in with whomever either for a booth or a seat at the bar, where Frankie was sitting now. More than not, it was a cousin or other family member of his, even though they weren't really related. Still, it was a taboo that made Frankie kind of hot. Just like he and Max weren't brothers, but.were. It sure didn't stop them from having a good time over the years.
The hottie in question, this time, was his nephew, Shawn. Bo's brother. Caroline alone made Bo and Shawn and Zack Brady boys, Frankie recalled knowing Caroline was neither his mom, nor Max's. He licked his lips as he watched Shawn lean over the bar in tank top. Today was move-in day and Shawn was one of few not too busy to lend a hand and Frankie felt kind of lucky. With a smirk, he knew Max would be helping out, too. Shawn and Max were similarly built and he wondered if he couldn't convince his nephew of a little.excursion. Just then, Shawn came over to him, face (and everything else) drenched in sweat and snapped him straight out of his thoughts.
"Hey, uh," Shawn paused, not sure what to call Frankie, though it was really plain as day that he should be calling him uncle; Frankie was far too hot to think of as a relative, Shawn thought privately. "Mind showing me where you want this stuff?" Shawn had a box resting on one of his shoulders with both hands gripping it firmly, which showed his thick patches of dark armpit hair quite nicely, Frankie noticed.
"Not at all," Frankie got up from the barstool and went around the bar in front of Shawn, who was checking out his uncle's ass in the tight jeans he had the tendency to wear. Ever since Rex had left town, fuck buddies had been far and in between. Brady was gone, too, with Chloe. And Philip.he was dutifully faithful to his wife. Figured. Staring at Frankie's nice ass had given him a bit of a hard-on and he didn't realize it. Frankie did.
He pointed to the corner, which was vacant, "That should do for now. I can rearrange as necessary. Who knows how long I'll even be staying,"
"Yeah, I heard you almost hightailed it out of town before grandma came home," Shawn said, rubbing his knuckled out of habit.
"Yeah, almost. Let me help you with that chest," Frankie said, wishing he'd been talking about Shawn's chest, but it was an old trunk of his that was pretty heavy, still out by the car. They carried it up with no real ease and when they did they both collapsed onto different pieces of furniture, each boy panting and looking at each other lustfully, in the heat of the day, "So, uh, Shawn, I heard you were working with Mickey Horton. Still thinking of becoming a lawyer,"
"Maybe," Shawn said, "I did some stupid stuff this past year. I have my work cut out for me if I keep going with it,"
"Makes it worth it," Frankie said with a nod, "I was nowhere near a law degree when I left Salem with Eve Donovan. But, that was almost twenty years ago and here I am today," He shrugged, "You want a beer?"
"Sure," Shawn nodded, watching Frankie's buttocks yet again. He peeled off his tank top, wanting to see if his sweaty chest was enough to tempt Frankie further; he'd seen the way his uncle had looked at him earlier. "You look like you could still pass for young 30's, man. Got a beauty secret or something?" He teased and Frankie laughed.
"Not really. No, can't say I do, but thank you," He took a swig of his Sam Adams, as Shawn leaned his head back, propping himself up on his elbows. Frankie couldn't help but think Shawn was almost putting on a show for him. His hard-on was still intact, that's for sure, "You hot?"
"Yeah," Shawn sighed, "You?"
"Yeah, definitely," Frankie said, "Here,"
He handed the other beer to Shawn and the two men couldn't keep from grazing each other fingers against one another as the bottle passed between them, which caused the tension in the air to be increased by the obvious friction between them, "Why don't you take your shirt off? You'll feel better," Shawn said with an air of nonchalance.
"'Cause, I have a feeling you may like that too much," Frankie challenged his nephew, causing Shawn to sit up quickly and look at Frankie incredulously, "Come on, Shawn, I'm not stupid. I've been around,"
Shawn smirked, "I still say take your shirt off,"
"I'll meet you halfway. In fact, I've got an idea," Go over to Max's room and knock loud. Get him and Patrick over here, in clothes. Put your shirt back on and we'll have ourselves a grand ole game of strip poker. Once they get here, we can set the stakes for the winner. What do you say?"
Shawn grinned from ear to ear and nodded, pulling his shirt back on, while Frankie unpacked his deck of cards and card table. Leaving Frankie's room, he heard moaning in Max's room and chuckled, "No wonder he wanted me to knock loudly," He did and Max ran to the door to answer and smiled when he saw his nephew, "Hey there, feeling jealous and wanting to join our party?"
"Actually," Shawn said, scratching the bridge of his nose, "Frankie wanted you two lover boys to get some clothes on and join us for a game of strip poker. And, something tells me stripping down to each other's birthday suit won't be the only goal of this particular game," Max was obviously intrigued. "Sounds hot. Count us in,"