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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]

"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."

[onebatch_twobatch]

“Yeah,” Frank admitted. Even if it was crap, or just beer, any thing would be good to take the edge off for a moment. Frank followed along with Billy, dutiful and obedient. And, from this angle, watching Billy’s ass.

“How the fuck’re you affording this place? Maria and I are trying to save up for a house, but with my place in the Kitchen, the rent’s nuts, even with her working two jobs and our wages. Almost makes me wish I applied to an officer program.”

[theprettymarine]

"Because I don't live in fucking Manhatten, even the shitty part of it." Billy grinned and poured them each a drink - enough to get them started, anyway. He didn't measure, and Frank got a glass that probably had three shots in it.

Billy sipped his own, leaning on the counter, long and lean, as he considered Frank and listened to him. Then he laughed and set his glass down. He pushed away from the counter and back into Frank's space, and he kissed him again like they'd been kissing on the train: like Frank had kissed him up against the wall.

"I've been waiting for thirty fuckin' minutes to see you naked, Castle."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Luckily, Frank was between sips. The alcohol warmed down his chest, soothed some of the nerves even if it was quick. It was good to have the moment to compose himself.

And then Billy was in his space, kissing him, whispering like that again, and it was a marvel that Frank’s knees didn’t sag. He reached down almost instantly for the fly of his jeans, one-handed as he tried to not lose his grip on his drink. This is the part he knew, after all.

“We gonna do this standing up?” he asked, teased, against Billy’s mouth.

[theprettymarine]

"It's a fuckin' studio, Frank, we're not that far from the bed." He laughed and bit Frank's lip. "We've done it everywhere else, huh?"

Showers, hallways, outside buildings, out on one of the drill fields, an empty lesson room. They'd found places and made it work. Now and again they got hotel rooms, when they had a little bit of liberty, but for the most part they'd just had to be creative.

He plucked Frank's glass from his hand and set it on the counter, then worked on helping him. His fingers made short work of Frank's shirt buttons. And as he did that, he tried to Bully Frank toward his bed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank didn’t let Billy be the only one working on getting naked. He stumbled over kicking his shoes off and getting his jeans open, and then tugged at Billy’s jeans in turn. If he was honest, he probably would have let Billy do it however he wanted. His context was some pretty limited pornography, and a pretty overactive imagination.

But for this, this very first time, this learning experience, he wanted a bed under him. They stumbled and fumbled their way, and Frank grabbed at Billy and kissed him, and when they fell into bed, he paused before he could instinctively pull Billy on top of him.

Instead, he shoved Billy’s jeans and his shorts down and leaned in, sucking his cock down without hesitation.

[theprettymarine]

Billy managed to get his shirt off and kicked his shoes somewhere by the time Frank fell into bed. He was about to join him when Frank grabbed his hips and--

"Holy fucking shit," he gasped out, instinctively grabbing at Frank's head for something to fucking hold on to. He had to brace his stance so he didn't just pitch the fuck forward. "Jesus, Frank."

Once his equilibrium settled, Billy tipped his head back to enjoy the fucking ride. He stroked Frank's jaw, his neck, and gave a lazy rock of his hips the next time Frank sank down on him. God, his mouth was a fucking relief but he had to be careful or he was going to lose it just like this.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Like so many things with Billy, this was easier than it had been with any other guy he’d ever messed around with, and that made him insistent. He groaned softly around him, bobbed his head, squeezed his hips. He didn’t want Billy to come just yet, but he wanted to feel him. He wanted him to feel good.

He took his hands off just long enough to shove his own jeans down, to let his cock out so he could tease a little but.

[theprettymarine]

God, he wanted to come. He was almost ready to beg for it, but he knew what Frank wanted and he wanted to give it to him. "You're killing me, Frank," he breathed.

He had to push Frank's head back before long, because if he didn't he was going to lose it. "You're getting too fucking good at that, man." Billy looked down, grinning when he saw Frank's dick out. "C'mon, time to get out of those pants."

He leaned down to grab the legs of Frank's jeans; he tried to yank them down and knock Frank back in one go.

[onebatch_twobatch]

“I was good at it before we met,” Frank assured, grinning. He tumbled and wiggled out of his jeans, and then sort of sprawled there, at a momentary loss.

He grabbed his jeans, before they got too far, and fished out his wallet and the condom that Maria had sent him off with. It seemed stupid to be holding it now. He stared somewhere around Billy’s shoulder, blush creeping up his neck.

[theprettymarine]

"Yeah well you've been getting in a lot of fuckin' practice since then, huh?" Billy smirked and shoved his own jeans and shots down past his knees so he could get them off. It wasn't the first time they'd been naked in front of each other, but he still fucking appreciated how good Frank looked. In his bed.

A softer grin tugged the corner of his mouth when he saw the condom. He eased onto the bed and leaned over Frank to kiss him. He saw that blush, and he could only guess.

"That fuckin' Maria sending her blessings?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

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.

[theprettymarine]

"I got you, man." He nudged close and kissed him again.

Billy grinned and leaned forward a bit so he could grab the lube he had on one of the shelves behind the bed. He left the condom off to the side, in easy reach so he didn't have to look for it when he needed it.

"I'll flip you over when I'm ready," he quipped, eyes dark with want and a fucking smirk on his face. "But I need some revenge first."

He thought for a moment, then eased off the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed Frank's leg to coax him to the edge of the bed. "C'mere." As soon as Frank was close enough, Billy leaned down to guide his dick into his mouth. He moaned quietly, because he'd been thinking about it since Frank showed up at the fucking bar.

[onebatch_twobatch]

It thrilled in Frank for a moment, and made him frel a little stupid and hapless to be so easy and overcome just by the words. He felt like such a goddamn obvious virgin, all of a sudden. But that was okay. He trusted this moment, and that Billy would be good to him.

What a sissy fucking thing to think.

He scooted right up to the edge of the bed and spread his legs to accommodate Billy’s shoulders, breathing already sharp and heavy, cock dripping. If Billy had been thinking about this since the bar, Frank had as well, if not since he left his apartment.

He ran his knuckles gently against Billy’s cheek.

[theprettymarine]

Billy indulged himself for a minute, because Frank had a nice fucking cock. He bobbed his had lazily and managed to get the lube uncapped. He didn't have to look to get his fingers slick, or to know where they were going.

It was easy to sink into this, even as his fingers teased against Frank's hole. He couldn't believe this was actually fucking happening. He didn't want to fuck it up, he wanted Frank to feel good.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank leaned back on his elbows, head tilted back as he enjoyed the feeling of it. He didn't want to come like this, any more than Billy had wanted to come from Frank doing it, but it was a good, familiar indulgence between them at this point. And it distracted him from the slick-cool touch of Billy's fingers, made sure he didn't get nervous about that. It was hard to be nervous with Billy's mouth on him the way that it was.

He cupped the back of his head and fucked up into Billy's mouth, gently. He liked the noises that Billy made when he got a little messy.

[theprettymarine]

Billy went slow with the first finger, because that kind of seemed like the thing to do. Just in case. He wasn't letting his brain go too far on that point, and it was easy to stall the thought out as Frank's dick slid over his tongue.

He moaned, though, because he fucking wanted it - he wanted Frank. He popped his mouth off to catch his breath, took over stroking with his free hand as he rested his head against Frank's thigh.

"Fuck, man. I'm a fucking wreck for you."

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Jesus," Frank breathed. "You're a wreck?"

He rolled his hips a little bit, seeking more of the touch. More of any touch, really. Billy's hand on his cock was familiar, and the intrusion of his finger was new but it didn't feel as strange as he thought it might.

"C'mon," he murmured. "C'mon, Bill."

[theprettymarine]

Billy grinned and bit Frank's thigh. "Don't fuckin' rush me, Marine."

Still, when he was pretty sure Frank was ready for it, he eased in another finger. He licked Frank's dick, teased him a little as he tried to work him open. He didn't know what the fuck Frank got up to before the Marines, but he was pretty fucking sure he hadn't been fucking anyone except Maria, and him, and they'd never gone quite this far.

"Fuck, Frankie."