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[theprettymarine]

Billy didn't know how to name the feeling he had when Frank married Maria. He was happy for his friend, for both of them. He did everything a best man was supposed to do, and then some, because he would be damned if Frank didn't have a decent wedding, even if it was a rush job. Because Maria was pregnant. But Frank was happy and that was what mattered.

But something did shift in him as he watched his friend take his vows. No one sticks around. Maybe that wasn't totally fair - Frank was his brother, they were Marines, and they would share things that no one else did, and that was okay. He didn't need anything else from Frank. He didn't deserve anything else.

They had some leave before their first deployment, which was how Frank managed to get married at all. And after Frank resurfaced from his brief honeymoon, Billy was happy to meet him for drinks.

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[theprettymarine]

Billy gripped the pole near them, swayed into Frank when the car moved. He could feel his hand, and he was pretty sure he'd just fucking die if Frank applied any more pressure.

Maria knew about them, he knew that, but things were supposed to change when someone got married, right? Youthful indiscretions were left behind for-- for whatever came next.

Billy was a youthful indiscretion.

But Frank was here, and Maria knew, still. He lifted his head, looked at Frank as he stayed close. "Tell me what you want, Frankie."

Even as he said it, tucked his fingers into the top of Frank's pants, holding onto him to keep their hips close.

[onebatch_twobatch]

They pulled into the station they needed for the bar Frank had in mind, and if they were getting off, they ought to get off, but Frank stood there. They were tangled up and close, and Frank could feel the heat blossoming from his chest and outward, sinking that heat down slowly.

"I want you," he said softly.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck," he breathed. Billy tipped his head down bumped his temple against Frank's as he just stood there for a second, fingers tightening on Frank's pants. He didn't move, even when the doors closed again. Only then did he pick his head up.

"Wanna go back to my place?"

Because they could go and drink, or they could hang out in the village, but-- but he didn't want to miss anything in throbbing music or too much liquor. He had booze at home.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Yeah," Frank said, and nodded, even with their foreheads pressed together like that. He was so, so grateful for their civilian clothes and their distance from a port of call or a base of any mention. They were just themselves in that moment, nervous young men who were trying to figure out how to navigate these things.

"Yeah, let's go back to your place," he said softly, and sort of breathed a laugh. Whatever liquor there had been in those two drinks was starting to tangle in him, and he felt easy and effusive.

His nose nudged against Billy's. His voice was low and gravelly. "Take me back and fuck me, okay?"

[theprettymarine]

"Holy shit." His face got hot, he knew it, when Frank just fucking-- just said it. And just like that his dick was hard, and now he had to get back to fucking Brooklyn with a boner.

"We gotta change trains," he said with a weak laugh. "Goddamn, man. You had to do all this hot shit before even saying it? Fuck."

He bumped his head against Frank's, like they'd done so many fucking times before. Then he tipped his head, just right, and caught Frank in a kiss.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank startled, briefly, at the kiss. He didn't know why. There was an expectation of it, he supposed, especially with what was hanging in the air between them, with what had been building for months now. The kiss was soft and simple for a second, not really chaste because when had anything they'd done been chaste.

He shifted his hands and squeezed Billy close, scraped a kiss in response to Billy's.

"Let's change trains then, man," he said into the space barely between their mouths. It was hard to not fall all over himself. "Or get a cab."

[theprettymarine]

Billy laughed, strained with desire. "You gonna spring for the cab, man?"

He nudged Frank but stayed close to him, and he tried to listen for the next station. He was pretty sure it was one they could change lines at without a problem.

He leaned in for another kiss, because he wanted one and because he'd been thinking of how it would feel for way too fucking long, and now he finally knew, and he wanted more.

[onebatch_twobatch]

If there was the potential of it, it melted away when Billy leaned in and kissed him again. This time, he opened his mouth a little against the kiss.

Behind him, he heard girlish giggling. He ignored it in favor of the warmth of Billy's body against his, close and confident and easy to get wrapped up in.

[theprettymarine]

Billy put his back against the pole for some stability, because when Frank kissed him deeper he was pretty sure his knees almost went. He chased that, chased the touch of Frank's tongue, and when he heard the giggling from somewhere, he slid his hand behind Frank's back to stick out his middle finger.

He didn't fucking care who saw.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank felt that move, and he laughed against Billy's mouth. Everything was topsy-turvy and over-warm and glorious in that moment. He tried to listen for the station calls as well, but he didn't really know where they were going, and so all he could do was wait for Billy to move. And the only movement he was doing right now was kissing and the slow movement of his hips.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frankie," he breathed as he broke the kiss, tipping his head back. He grinned and pushed Frank away from him when he heard the right station call. Then he grabbed him again, by the shirt, to pull him with him.

"C'mon."

Changing trains was easy, at least, and they didn't have to wait long on the platform to do it. The next car they rode in was blissfully less crowded, and it wasn't hard to drag Frank into a more secluded set of seats. If he had to stand, he was going to make an idiot of himself.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank sat as close as he could, ankle hooked against Billy's, leg touching from hip all the way down. He was a grinning fool about the whole thing, at this point, and was glad for the relative quiet of the train, heading out toward Brooklyn now, though he didn't know if they'd cross the bridge or not.

He didn't actually know where Billy was staying at the moment. But he was about to find out, and that was exciting all on its own.

[theprettymarine]

"You know how hard it is to not jack you off on this train right now?" His voice was just a breath against Frank's ear and he grinned against his skin. He was desperately aware of every place their bodies touched just then, and all he could think about were all their stolen moments.

Was that what this was? It didn't feel like it. It was weird having Maria's permission, but also kind of a thrill. Was this a one-time thing? A pity-fuck for the guy getting left behind?

He didn't know. He wasn't going to think about it now. Not when Frank was so fucking close and all but ready to go.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Billy’s voice sank through him with a filthy shiver and Frank let out this quiet, huffing sort of a noise. His cock twitched in his jeans. He shifted slightly, like that might do anything besides tease him with the thought of friction.

“You’re a goddamn menace, Billy Russo,” he assured in an equally hushed tone. They weren’t alone on the train car, though nobody was paying attention to them, or he might have been tempted to see if he’d follow through.

[theprettymarine]

"Yeah? Think you're fuckin' into it, Castle." He bit Frank's earlobe to make his point. "Who the fuck got you cologne? Shit."

He moved closer, draped his leg over Frank's, getting their bodies closer. Billy slid his hand down, over the front of Frank's jeans. He could feel his cock and he swore it made his own twitch. He grinned and nudged his nose against Frank's cheek.

"You looked real fuckin' good in that dress uniform, Frankie."

[onebatch_twobatch]

They were all tangled up, and Frank felt stone-cold sober for a second, right in the middle of his goddamn head, for all that being around Billy made him feel a little punch drunk. His breath got all rough and rangy. He bit at his lip a little to keep from getting mouthy for a moment.

“My ma,” he said. “When I graduated from high school.”

[theprettymarine]

"Bless her," he purred. Billy squeezed, because like fuck he was going to make this ride easy on Frank.

There was some part of him that said to be more cautious. They were both enlisted, Don't Ask Don't Tell was a fucking thing. But they weren't in uniform, and who the fuck was gonna even guess they were soldiers except for their stupid fucking hair cuts? The one Frank definitely wore better than he did. Billy was already trying to grow it out as much as he was allowed.

He nudged his nose against Frank's cheek to try to get him to turn his head.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank whimpered, turned his head and swore around this breathless laugh as he nudged his forehead, his nose, his mouth against Billy’s, wherever he could touch. Even clearheaded and sober, he felt dizzy and light. Fucking overwhelmed and enamored.

“Menace,” he breathed againsted Billy’s mouth, biting his lip briefly. “I’d call you a tease, but you follow through.”

[theprettymarine]

"I sure fuckin' do." He rubbed over Frank's cock, resisting the insane urge to open his fly and just go after him. He kissed Frank, grinned against his mouth and kissed him again.

Vaguely, Billy paid attention to the tinny station calls whenever the train stopped. He was practically on top of Frank when he finally heard the one they needed.

He rolled to his feet and laughed as he almost stumbled into the empty seats across from them. He grabbed for Frank. "Come on, man, let's go, we're almost there."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank slapped Billy’s ass as he went after him, laughing. They stumbled over each other off the train, and Frank took a moment to push Billy toward a grungy nearby wall and kiss Billy hungrily. If they were doing this, if they were kissing now and Billy was good with that, Frank was going to take advantage of it.

He held Billy’s wrists down against the wall and pressed their hips together. They were practically indecent. “Take me home, baby.”

[theprettymarine]

When he hit the wall, his cock fucking ached and he met Frank's kiss as hard as he could. Fuck, why had they been avoiding this for so long? Frank was good at it, he was really fucking good.

Then Frank had his wrists pinned to the wall and Billy swore he'd never been so hard in his goddamn life. "Shit," he gasped out, arching to push up against Frank as much as he could. "Shit-- holy shit--"

He was pretty sure his brain just blew a goddamn fuse, and all it took was Frank pinning him to a fucking wall in some rancid subway station in Brooklyn. What the fuck.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah but you gotta let me off this wall, man."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank let Billy off the wall. He looked at him hungrily, but also a little shyly. He wanted this because it was Billy, because they were brothers and he trusted him and just as fast as he’d known he was done for with Maria, he was pretty sure he’d known the same with Billy Russo. Maybe he just had a thing for Italian personalities, these dark, wry people that could kick his ass.

He caught Billy by the belt loop. “C’mon, Marine. I don’t know where we’re going from here.”

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, you want me to fuckin' navigate now? Shit."

Billy grinned though, and he moved away from the wall to collide into Frank again. He kissed him even while he pulled him toward the stairs. He felt fucking drunk even if he was sure he'd burned off all the alcohol by now.

The building wasn't a long walk from the subway stop, and it didn't look awful. Billy managed to get them up to his floor, to his door, without falling over himself to get at Frank. His apartment was as put together as he could make it on his budget.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank gave only a perfunctory look around the apartment. He’d be more interested in it later, or some other time. Now, he was wondering if a little more alcohol would help his quiet nerves. That liquid courage. They were alone now and he knew how to navigate everything up until the brink of the moment.

He tugged Billy in and rested his forehead against his for a moment.

[theprettymarine]

Billy closed the door after them, locked it out of habit, and when he turned he found himself up against Frank, their brows touching. He kissed the bridge of Frank's nose.

"Hey, Frankie," he murmured, softer than everything that had come before. He tipped his head to kiss him, slower and sweeter, because now they were here and the urgency could calm down, maybe, just a little. He bit Frank's lip and lifted his head with a grin.

"Want something to drink?" he asked as he moved into the kitchen, half pulling Frank with him. "Don't have fuckin' much but I do have booze."