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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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[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.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Wasn't meant to be," Frank said. He'd been sent with teasing blessings, such as they could be. Gently, Frank ran his fingers up against Billy's scalp, the hair slowly growing back in. "You're stuck with me, Bill."

[theprettymarine]

Part of him didn't want to believe it - refused to. Billy smiled and leaned a little into Frank's touch. No one sticks around in the end.

Maybe Frank would.

He turned his head and leaned in to catch Frank in a light, lazy kiss. He smiled.

"Okay. Good, 'cause now I want that dick in me like yesterday."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank laughed against Billy's mouth, cupped his cheek, and smiled against his mouth. He chased a couple of kisses because he couldn't think of anything to say to that. No protests or objections, certainly.

When he found his voice, it was teasing. He didn't pull back from kissing Billy softly. "That better not have been the last time you gave it to me, Billy Russo."

[theprettymarine]

Billy rolled his eyes and shoved Frank's shoulder. "Here I am, about to get fucking poetic about your dick, and you gotta be that way. Of course you're gonna get that again."

He grinned and took a drink from his glass before he set it aside. He felt warm and fuzzy with booze again and he wasn't in a hurry to be anything else.

"Maybe I'm just saying you gotta be nice to me."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank grabbed Billy, bundling him close and kissing wherever he could reach. Before they left on tour, on leave, he could do things like that--be sweet, treat him to things, dote on him. It was in Frank's nature, he'd learned with Maria, and he could absolutely dote on Billy Russo.

"I'll be as nice as you want me to be, baby," he assured, and smiled against Billy's skin. "But I'm pretty sure you want me to be a little mean, too."

[theprettymarine]

Billy didn't know what to do with himself when Frank wrapped him up like that, kissing him all over like sweet nothings. It felt good. It felt like nothing he'd ever had.

Fuck, he was gone for this man.

Then Frank purred something about being mean and Billy swore he felt his dick stir. He laughed, trying to hide the way his face got hot.

"Shit, man."

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank smiled lazily. The liquor had him warm and easy, or maybe that was just having Billy here, or both. In any case, he held onto him and kissed at his jaw and his neck and his shoulder. They had a brief window before tour, and then it was fifteen months of goddamn desert and pretending like this wasn't happening because they didn't want to jeopardize each other.

[theprettymarine]

Billy didn't want to think about shipping out. He wasn't scared of going, but he wasn't looking forward to having to put a lid on all this. They could do it - they'd been doing it for months now - but it sucked. Fewer places to find privacy in the desert. But they could deal with that when it happened.

He pulled Frank into another kiss, slick and lazy, and tried not to break it as he moved higher on the bed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Of all things, Frank thought that the best thing to come out of the evening so far was kissing. It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the sex, because he had, but kissing was intimate and familiar and something that people did when they cared. He knew that he was particular about sex, and probably about kissing too, but to him, they were both things that you didn't just share with people.

Billy moved up the bed, and Frank moved back a little, but they didn't stop kissing. He pulled Billy over top of him, encouraging him to straddle his hips, pawing gently at his thighs and his ass as he laid back into the pillows.

[theprettymarine]

He grinned when he ended up on top of Frank, straddling his hips. Frank's hands felt good on his thighs, his ass, and he gave a little wiggle of his hips.

"You put me up here so you could enjoy the view, man?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

"It's a damn pretty view," Frank said, all lazy grin and squeezing hands. Billy was long nude lines and handsome angles, and Frank felt his cock stir a bit just from looking at him. "Billy the Beaut."

His thumbs traced rings at the cut of Billy's hips, not quite in time with each other but definitely in sync.