#mhmmmm <3 lovebirds

[sachingja]

can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song? (jack for frank!)

the sky is cloudless and blue and the sun is spilling in through the windows of their newly-acquired apartment in a perfect symphony of spring. he slowly opens his eyes as the piano stops its lilting melody and lifts an affectionate gaze towards the source of such poetic musings — leave it to his husband to compose a mere hypothetical that would perhaps put the great shakespeare to shame. frank hums a continuation of the leitmotif of jack's latest work, the one that has been rolling around his head for weeks now, ever since his better half started working on it and has filled their new home with arrangements bordering on heart-wrenching and others, lighter and easier to digest. he might be jack's most biased audience but he, selflessly, would also be the first to admit how brilliant he is, as if that would have ever been up to question. watching him blossom into the promise of his talents has been one of the great pleasures of frank's adult life, ever since they stumbled into each other outside of that concert hall in london so many years ago.

he has no show lined up currently, perfectly content where he is at the moment, happily assisting jack in case he is short of a tenor to fill the gaps and bring the music to life. and, in any case, the television gigs have paid handsomely and so do the concerts he has been doing here and there, perhaps eying a residency at 54 BELOW for a month or so, but he will have to finalize these thoughts with carl sometime later, when they will talk shop, and frank has left the perfectly attuned bubble of their honeymoon behind.

" is this about your new piece, or something else? " he asks, making no motion to sit himself upright, happy where he is sprawled out on their absurdly comfortable couch, a blanket thrown over his bare legs. he has yet to put on anything resembling something other than pajamas, but that is what days off are for. so he watches jack, how the light breaks across his cheekbones, and registers with some satisfaction that he does look unfairly handsome in the warm light of noon. my, he really got luckier than most. " because i would say anyone can learn a new song, it just depends on how well they can carry a tune. " he stretches his arm above his head with a soft, contemplative sigh. " if this is about the children-thing, you know we can start whenever you want. i am ready for it, if you are. "

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