The End of All Things (Flynn, Quinn, Frankie, Etc)

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Spectre and his band had wrapped up their UK tour in Dublin, and the final concert had gone amazingly well. Flynn had been spoiled throughout the tour by the presence of his husband, made possible because of the shortness of the tour and the small amount of travel necessary. This tour had, indeed, been a family affair. Serenity had brought Leon with her and Leon had joined them on stage most nights, adding to their collection of instruments to enhance the music they created for the audience each night. Deirdre, who usually roomed with Flynn when they toured, had been rooming with her twins and her nanny, Juliette. Spectre had brought along his husband Thomas and their kids, and Timothy had brought Autumn. The only person who didn't have family along was their new rhythm guitarist, but they had made sure that he felt quite at home in the Spectre family. The band was like that. Full of love.

As always, the band had stuck around for quite a while after the final show to sign autographs and greet fans. Flynn, as afraid of people as he had been when he first started this rock star gig, enjoyed it now more than he could explain. He loved meeting people and hearing their stories. He liked making people smile simply because he had greeted them kindly. As the bass player and the quietest member of the band, he had the lowest profile of all of them. The crowd of people around him was always smaller than the throngs around the band's bigger personalities, but he never minded. He just enjoyed the feeling of making people happy.

By the time Flynn returned to the small inn the band had basically booked out, he was happy and filled with excitement and well-being. Deirdre, his best friend, stopped him in the hallway just outside his room before he managed to open his door. "Hey, Flynny!"

"Shhh!" Flynn laughed, indicating the other hotel rooms. Sure the hotel had been filled up with the band members and their families, but Spectre and Thomas had brought their kids. The children were probably sleeping and Deirdre had the voice of...well...the lead vocalist in a popular band. "You'll wake the dead."

"Thomas isn't dead any more and he's downstairs trying to get Spectre to sex him before they reach their bedroom so he's not even asleep."

"I...I didn't mean Tho- Never mind." Flynn shook his head. Deirdre could be so strange at times, but then, she was a demon. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to check on you," she said with a gentle smile. "I know you aren't fond of Dublin. You're okay?"

There was a pause while Flynn considered her question and his answer. He had spent a miserable year homeless on the streets of Dublin, some of it with Quinn and some of it without him, and he had previously hated the city with a passion. His time there had begun the six years Flynn had spent without a home. It was the city where he had said goodbye to Quinn and believed then that it was forever. It was the city where a girl named Mary, homeless like himself and pregnant to boot, had died in his arms. He had learned harsh lessons and faced more than any one person should ever have to there. All of that, however, was in the past, and that was where Flynn wanted to leave it. "Actually...I'm okay," Flynn said with a shrug, his default movement. "The time I spent here with Quinn last year really made everything okay. We made amends with things. We came to peace with them."

"As long as you're sure." Deirdre reached for his hand and she gave it a squeeze once she had wrapped her fingers around his. "I'm heading to my holiday house with the twins and Juliette. We're going to intrude on poor Joanne for the night, but if you'd rather me stay with you-"

The door opened behind them and Quinn stuck his head out into the hallway. When he spotted Flynn and Deirdre, he gave them both a toothy grin. His sandy blond hair stuck out at odd angles, making him look somewhat maniacal and Flynn nearly swooned right there because his husband was the most adorable thing on the planet. "Are you two having a meeting out here, what the hell?!"

Flynn chuckled and he kissed Deirdre's forehead before making a mistake he would regret for the rest of his long and eventful life. He sent her to her holiday house instead of asking her to stay. "I think, somehow, we'll be okay!"

Deirdre snorted at the wicked expression both Flynn and Quinn were suddenly wearing and she saluted them. "Aye aye, boys. Have good hotel sex!" And she took her leave of them.

"You heard her. Get in here!" Quinn laughed, pulling Quinn inside their bedroom. Flynn barely had a chance to close the door behind him before Quinn had pushed him up against the wall to kiss him passionately. They were acting as if they hadn't seen each other in weeks when truthfully it had only been a few hours. Watching Flynn on-stage always drove Quinn crazy, however. And Flynn liked that though now it seemed like he was protesting.

"Mmm...Quimm!" Flynn mumbled against Quinn's lips.

Quinn pulled away, breathless and impatient, though he hid it well. "What is it, Bub? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to eat something first?" Flynn's heart melted at the care Quinn always took of him.

Flynn laughed again and he reached up to run his fingers through Quinn's hair affectionately. "I'm disgusting," he explained.

"Oh my god, are you seriously talking about taking another shower today?!" Quinn asked, amsused. Now that he was no longer homeless, Flynn sometimes took three or four showers a day. Quinn understood. Sometimes Flynn felt dirty and the need to clean himself was complusive now that he could.

"I just played a concert! I am still wearing my gig pants!" Flynn protested. "And you are not allowed to touch me below the waist until I take a shower, for your own safety. And believe me," he said, pulling Quinn's head forward gently so he could kiss the top of Quinn's hair, "I really want you to touch me below the waist." They could have simply taken a shower together, but the hotel was a small operation and the bathrooms were shared facilities in the middle of the floor. Flynn didn't feel like having sex in the shower when at at moment Thomas and Spectre's kids could walk in. The showers had stalls, but while Flynn was quiet, Quinn was loud. Flynn didn't feel like scarring his godchildren.

Quinn groaned. "I don't mind a little sweat," he said, pouting cutely at Flynn.

"We are not talking a little sweat. We are taking enough sweat to drown people. Damn Deirdre convincing me to wear leather trousers so I would match Spectre. They don't breathe. I feel dirty, Quinn."

"Hmmm. This does give me a chance to grab a few things from the bar downstairs while you shower. Oh, I wonder if they have strawberries!"

Flynn laughed loudly at that and he gave his husband a fond look. "I am sure you will be able to find something, not that anything beyond you is needed. Now kiss me because I'll miss you."

"You'd better hurry up then," Quinn said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Flynn's lips. If Flynn had known what the night would hold, he would have kissed Quinn longer. He would have held him and never let go until the end. But he didn't know.

"I'll hurry!" Flynn gathered the things he would need and he headed into the communal bathroom, locking himself away into one of the shower stalls. He couldn't wait to get the soaked leather off and feel clean again. And as he stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over his lean body, he had no idea of the trouble his own brother was bringing down on his happy little life at that very moment.