"You did," Frank pointed out, sort of quietly gleeful. He slid up Billy's body, nuzzled against the nape of his neck as he laid there, face down in the pillows, and gave him a sort of sympathetic noise. "And I did. Twice."

He pressed a kiss to his skin. Billy was definitely more than half-hard. "You want some help with that? Or maybe I should just roll over and let you get nasty, huh?"