Luckily, Frank was between sips. The alcohol warmed down his chest, soothed some of the nerves even if it was quick. It was good to have the moment to compose himself.
And then Billy was in his space, kissing him, whispering like that again, and it was a marvel that Frank’s knees didn’t sag. He reached down almost instantly for the fly of his jeans, one-handed as he tried to not lose his grip on his drink. This is the part he knew, after all.
“We gonna do this standing up?” he asked, teased, against Billy’s mouth.
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Date: 2018-07-18 01:03 am (UTC)And then Billy was in his space, kissing him, whispering like that again, and it was a marvel that Frank’s knees didn’t sag. He reached down almost instantly for the fly of his jeans, one-handed as he tried to not lose his grip on his drink. This is the part he knew, after all.
“We gonna do this standing up?” he asked, teased, against Billy’s mouth.