All he could do was nod wordlessly, eyes roaming over Billy now, like that might be safer. If he could just take him all in, then he’d get over this flight of nerves, just as bad if not worse than the nerves he’d had the first time he’d had sex with Maria. Frank pushed the condom into Billy’s hand and leaned in toward him for a moment.

He breathed, or at least tried. “How’re we doin’ this?”

It was easier to ask than How do you want me, which was what Frank really meant.