Frank laughed a little. It felt good to laugh, to breathe easily in the space after a fraught moment. He'd missed it. The last he'd done it had been years ago now; he didn't let himself dwell on that.

Instead, he gave Jim a quick, parting kiss and then moved to get the lube from his side table.

Returning to him was easy. He draped over him this time, fit their bodies back together, leaned his forehead against Jim's. It was easy to find a filthy rhythm like that, stealing kisses in the midst of everything else.