Billy Russo (
theprettymarine) wrote2018-07-14 10:22 pm
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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.
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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He could't even articulate, not when Frank was making those sounds behind him. Frank's fingers dug into his thigh and Billy found himself hoping it bruised.
He finally touched his cock, stroked himself a little as Frank pushed into him. Billy still felt like he could be half asleep, everything warm and a little fuzzy, brought into sharp focus by little things: the pinch of Frank's fingers, the perfect fucking slide of his cock, his voice against his shoulder.
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"Fuck, baby." His hips sped a little, got a bit more aggressive. He was seeking now. Billy felt too fucking good.
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He didn't even manage a warning this time. He pushed his face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound he made as he came. He made a mess over their fingers and he got tight around Frank with another, sharp moan.
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Frank's voice against his ear was fucking perfect, all of this was. He couldn't believe it was real. "Lemme feel you," he breathed. "C'mon, Frankie, lemme feel you."
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He put his hand back in Billy’s thigh as he fucked into him, fucked him through it, to the end. It was good and hazy and slow, and because he was bare, he could feel the way he spilled into him. He gripped Billy’s hair and tugged gently.
“There you go, good boy,” he growled. “There you go, that’s for you.”
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Good boy.
It wasn't fair how that got to him.
"Jesus, Frankie."
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He eased out of Billy slowly. “Hold still, beautiful,” he murmured, already missing down his spine. “Stay right there.”
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His whole body was humming, warm and perfect, and he almost felt like he could fall asleep again.
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Maybe it'd be better if he stayed down, but he kept his thighs spread as Frank worked and he swore his cock tried to wake back up.
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He shushed against his skin gently, really pressed into eating him out between the soft, soothing sound.
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And that fucking shushing - that sound haunted his wet dreams, ever since Frank first did it in some corner of the barracks.
His tongue felt good, and Billy was intimately fucking aware of the fact that they'd just gone bareback and he'd been real into it. And now-- now Frank's tongue was in his ass, cleaning him, eating him the fuck out and he was going to get hard again if he kept this up.
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He sighed and rested his forehead against Billy's hip for a moment.
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"Fuck," he sighed, finally remembering how to make words happen.
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"Fuck, I think I'm half-hard again," he mumbled into a pillow, a grin in his voice as he enjoyed the feeling of Frank's weight on him.
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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?"
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"Jesus, where the hell you learn to do that?"
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Softly, into the quiet space between them, Frank said simply, "I wasn't picky about who I was fooling around with as a kid. The pastor and my folks went off about all the fun shit being a sin, and that just made me want to do it more. Just because I'd never fucked until Maria and you doesn't mean I wasn't doing other shit."
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He huffed a quiet laugh at the idea of little Frank Castle touching dicks to piss off God. Billy nudged their foreheads together.
"Yeah, me and God haven't been on speaking terms since before puberty. After that I didn't really give a shit who said anything was right or wrong."
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Frank ran his fingers over Billy’s cheek and jawline gently. His eyes went, momentarily, to the knot of scarring on Billy’s shoulder that they did not talk about, and then came back up.
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"You've never asked," he said quietly. Other people had, plenty, but Billy never really gave them an answer. Or, if he did, it was vague at best. Childhood injury.
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“Sometimes people need their secrets,” he said. “Won’t make you give yours up if you need to keep it. But yeah. I’m asking about it, if you’re willing to tell.”
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"I was in group homes when I couldn't get into foster care. There was a guy that would come around, a volunteer. He'd play pick up games with us, we all thought he was so cool. I guess I was ten, eleven."
He paused; the corner of his mouth twitched, almost like a smile, but there was nothing behind it.
"When a grown man tells you you're pretty, you know there's nothing good coming next." He pulled away a little, rolled onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. "I went after him with a stickball bat. He got pissed off, broke my arm. Ripped my rotator cuff in three places."
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