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Robby is sitting on the bed, propped up on his arms, enjoying the view. His dress shoes are on the floor between his socked feet, buffed and shined. His and Jack's suit jackets are lying next to him on the comforter, the two fancy invitations for the fundraiser on top of them.
"It's way too hot for any of this," Jack says and looks Robby in the eyes past Frank's naked shoulder. He tilts his chin up then, letting Frank pull and tug his tie into a Windsor knot.
"Come on now," Robby murmurs, a little in awe of what his boyfriend looks like all decked out in his expensive suit.
"Yeah, come on now. Don't complain," Frank says. Unlike them, he's only wearing boxer shorts and can enjoy the cool breeze of the AC. Robby shifts his attention from the fancy suit to that expanse of naked skin. It's not often he gets to see that, either; usually Frank wears T–Shirts.
"There, all done," Frank says decisively and steps back and to the side to offer Robby an unobstructed view of Jack. "What do you think?" he asks.
"Perfect. Gorgeous. Hot." He'd come up with many more adjectives to describe his partner, but his mouth is a little dry.
"I am hot," Jack grouses. "And not in a good way." Quietly, turned to Frank, he adds, "Thanks."
"In a very good way," Frank argues and steps closer again to fiddle with Jack's hair – strands he already fixed earlier using some of his matte powder.
Jack snakes an arm around Frank, hand splayed in the small of his back, and pulls him in for a chaste kiss. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome. Any time–"
Jack leans in then, makes eye contact with Robby, and whispers something in Frank's ear that doesn't carry as far as the bed – so close, his lips are touching the shell. His wink at Robby promises it's something filthy – then he presses a kiss to Frank's skin right in that sensitive spot under his lobe, another, lower, another, on his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with Robby.
This is getting heated fast. He can hear the breathless, small moans those kisses elicit, and he sees the way Frank bares his neck, relaxing and leaning into Jack's touch, offering himself. Robby feels heat pool low in his body.
The show ends far too soon, when Jack steps away with a casual, "Are we ready to go?"
The whine that escapes Frank at the sudden loss of contact is sad and unsatisfied.
Robby huffs out a laugh. "What did he say?" he asks, because that looked like a promise of what's to come later. Frank looks desperate for more.
"Don't tell him," Jack warns Frank with a grin. "Don't tell him or it won't happen."
Robby learns later that it's about the tie and the things it can be used for – as a rope, as a blindfold, as a gag. Good thing that they're each wearing one.