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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 moved up behind him, enjoying the fucking view for a second. He slicked his dick before he tossed the lube aside.

He looked so fucking good. Billy prayed he wasn't about to make a poor fucking showing, ready as he felt to just pop. He slid his hand over Frank's back as he reached down to guide himself, to tease his cock against Frank's ass.

"You ready, Frankie?"

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"I swear to Christ, William Russo," Frank said, face pressed into the mattress. He rolled his hips back against that slick, teasing touch. Now, he was glad to be on hands and knees, to have his face hidden. He was pretty sure he was making a goddamn face as Billy teased him.

He pressed back insistently, seeking. "C'mon. C'mon, Bill. God, please."

[theprettymarine]

Billy laughed, startled by the use of his full name. "You really wanna make me think of a nun scolding me right now, Frankie? Fuck, you sound so fucking good."

He'd heard Frank beg before, but this? This was going to sear into his brain. Billy bit his lip as he pushed in, slow. He was into a lot of things, but he didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially not Frank.

"Holy fuck-- Fuck you feel good."

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Oh, fuck," Frank breathed as Billy really started to sink in. He was thicker than just his fingers, which seemed obvious as the fact sank in. Of course he was. Thicker, and longer, and Frank squeezed around him for a minute before he relaxed.

He shifted his legs a little, hips up a bit higher, to get more of him. "Fuck, baby."

[theprettymarine]

Billy tried to remember to breathe. He stilled when he felt Frank get tense, and as soon as he relaxed, he moved again. "You're so fucking good, Frank. Holy shit."

Finally, he settled deep, pressed up against Frank as much as he could be. He sank down over him, kissed across his shoulders, then back of his neck.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck-- you okay?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Yeah," Frank breathed. He turned his head, reached back and grabbed at Billy, wherever he could reach. This was the downside, he supposed. He wanted to kiss him. It was good to just feel him over top of him, the kisses across his shoulders and neck.

"Yeah, 'm good. God, you feel...fuckin' amazing." A tiny laugh snuck out of him. "C'mon, baby. C'mon. You feel so fuckin' good."

[theprettymarine]

Billy caught Frank's hand with his own. He don't know what fucking possessed him, but he kissed Frank's fingers, trying to be reassuring or something before he let go again. He thought, maybe, he should go slow but Frank was egging him on, and it was hard to resist.

He adjusted his position a little before he moved, slow at first. Fucking luxuriating, because he'd dreamed of this and now it was real. Billy leaned low, planting his hand against the bed. He couldn't get quite as much power behind his hips like this but it still felt really fucking good - it was a good way to start, and it let him kiss and bite along Frank's neck.

He was careful, though. Maria said he could fuck her husband, not that he could mark him up.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Everything was slow at first, this building heat and rhythm. Maybe they should have tried getting off before all this, so everything didn't feel a little tight and desperate and on edge. Or maybe that was just him, already straining on that edge and thinking about what the mess would be like.

"Fuck, Bill," he breathed, and again, and again, with each move and scrape of teeth. He reached to touch him wherever he could. "Don't stop."

[theprettymarine]

"I'm not," he panted out. "I'm not, I'm not." His weird little mantra faded as he moved with more confidence - it felt like it got easier, and the first time he felt Frank push his hips back he thought he'd lose it.

"Fuck, Frankie-- Jesus you feel so fucking good."

He kissed Frank's jaw, then pushed himself up. He could get more power this way, more control of how fast and how deep, and at what angle. He grabbed Frank's hips tightly, tried to remind himself not to bruise.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank tucked his head down briefly as Billy leaned up, as he grabbed his hips like that. He brought a hand down and covered Billy's fingers, squeezing.

"C'mon," he breathed. He shifted, just a little, and swore as the angle got suddenly spectacular. "Oh, shit. Shit, Bill, fuck."

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frankie, I'm gonna come."

He was almost fucking embarrassed to admit it. This was what they got for teaching each other unmerciful since the bar. He leaned down a little more so he could reach around, so he could get his hand on Frank's cock to help him along.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good, man."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank nodded, panting desperately. He met Billy's movements now, rocking between Billy's cock and his hand. He wasn't far off either, not with the way that Billy was moving, or touching. Frank reached up and cupped the back of Billy's head.

"Do it," he breathed, turning his head a little, looking up at him. "C'mon, baby. Oh, shit. Fuck, me too, Bill, 'm gonna... fuck."

Almost there.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck," he gasped out, shuddering hard when he heard Frank talking like that. God, he was gone. He was gone for this man. "Fuck, Frankie--"

Billy's voice caught and he hunched over Frank, losing his rhythm just a bit as he tried to move faster, harder, until he felt it. That sweet snap that shivered out from his core. He tried to fuck through it, cussing steadily, urgently as he came. He tried not to tighten his hold on Frank too much.

"Fuck--"

[onebatch_twobatch]

Billy swore over him, got all erratic and off beat, and it was torture for a moment, to know it and not feel it. He was mad at that thin piece of rubber for a moment, but he said nothing. There was nothing to say.

He wasn’t far behind. Billy fucked through his own orgasm, and Frank rode right into his, swearing breathlessly as he made a mess on Billy’s finger and bedspread.

[theprettymarine]

Billy shivered when he felt Frank get tight like that. He had to stop moving, and when he was sure Frank had nothing left to give, he let go of his cock and sort of slumped on top of him.

"Holy shit," he breathed, panting against Frank's shoulder. "Fuck, man."

That was all he could manage just then, though. He stayed like that for a moment before he pushed himself up, just enough to pull out and collapse next to Frank. He grinned at him and brushed the back of his fingers over Frank's arm.

[onebatch_twobatch]

They both slumped and collapsed, and Frank breathed a moment of elated laughter. It was better than he’d imagined, exactly what he’d expected, an affirmation.

He leaned toward Billy’s touch and turned his head to smile at him blithely. “Better not want me to move any time soon.”

[theprettymarine]

"Does that mean I have to go get our drinks?" Billy grinned over at Frank. He looked really fucking good. He leaned closer to get a kiss out of him before he pushed himself up and off the bed. The condom went into a little can he passed on the way into the kitchen.

He didn't bother covering up.

Billy plucked up his glass and Frank's and brought them back into the bed alcove, where he set Frank's down on the nightstand.

[onebatch_twobatch]

“I think I’ve earned laziness,” Frank called after Billy’s retreating naked ass, rolling over onto his back at least. “Especially after a good first fuck like that.”

He stretched and felt a little twinge in his back. He didn’t know if another position would have been better, or if it was just sympathy for that loss of virginity. He relished it a little.

[theprettymarine]

"First of many, if your old lady signs off." Billy had no idea what this arrangement was or what Maria envisioned it looking like. Maybe it was just tonight: a kiss goodbye to his old fuck-buddy now that he was married.

He didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it too hard. Billy sipped his drink but didn't return to bed just yet. He was debating getting the bottle.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"I imagine she will," Frank said with that blithesome smile, watching Billy. He grabbed his drink and sat up a little bit, turning the glass around and around between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Billy milling about.

"But I mean, seriously. First time?" He chewed on his lip for a moment, and took a sip of his drink.

[theprettymarine]

"What?"

Billy came back out of the kitchen with the bottle. He looked slightly distressed. "What do you mean first time? Like first time? With a guy? Frank."

Now he was just mortified. Frank hadn't said anything, had he? Had he just not be listening, too distracted by what was about to happen? He stared at Frank.

"Really?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Like, first time going that far with a guy, yeah," Frank said, a little baffled by Billy's reaction. He leaned forward a bit, reaching out for him. "I told you, Bill. When I first talked to Maria in the hotel. I don't go all out when I don't think it's going somewhere."

He set his glass on the side table but didn't quite get up, aware that he could scare Billy off--or get his ass kicked out.

[theprettymarine]

Billy gestured a bit wildly, but Frank wasn't lying: he'd said exactly that to Billy. He'd been drunk but he remembered that. He gestured again, making up for his utter speechlessness, or trying to.

"Yeah, but I--"

He had nothing. Billy huffed a laugh and sat down on the edge of the bed with a delirious sort of grin. "Shit, man. Hope it was good, then. No fucking pressure." He grinned and bumped his shoulder against Frank's.

"Shit you should've said something flat out, man. I would've found some candles n shit."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank leaned into Billy and kissed his neck gently. He liked that this felt good and normal and natural, that nothing had changed, even after the moment was passed. It was especially good, because he could imagine other moments. That was important, he thought.

"Neither of us are candles bitches, Bill," Frank said. "And if it weren't good, you think you would have gotten very far?"

[theprettymarine]

Billy rolled his eyes and refilled his glass. "Whatever, maybe I'm really into candles and flowers and shit. Gonna have to up your game here, Castle."

His smile faltered, just for a moment.

"This isn't just-- This isn't just a kiss goodbye, is it?"

Frank said he didn't fuck people he didn't plan on getting serious with, and Billy believed that, but he needed to hear this. He needed to hear it out loud so he knew, so he could hold onto it. So it'd be real.