Frank bundled Billy close to him and kissed his hair and said nothing about his honeymoon. It had been quiet; his wife was pregnant, after all, and she wasn't interested in him doing a damn thing to her at the moment, and Frank could respect that.

Eventually, they drifted off. It was warm and close and comfortable, but Frank didn't sleep much naturally, and it was harder still when he was pressed close to Billy Russo.

He roused after a couple hours. They'd shifted positions slightly, spooned against each other, and Frank brushed a kiss against Billy's shoulder.