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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]

"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.

[theprettymarine]

Pretty. The word echoed through his head, but Billy smiled down at Frank and gave another lazy rock of his hips. "Yeah, I dunno who started that but I think it's gonna stick."

Maybe it wasn't so bad - it was better than half the Marines in Iraq calling him pretty.

"Sounds like some fuckin' gangster," he laughed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

"It's a good one," Frank said, because he did not have one, as far as he knew, and he would not have one like that, for sure. But, when it got down to it, Frank wanted to call Billy that because it was a neat and tidy way to call Billy pretty without Billy getting that slightly far away look in his eyes that he got.

He wanted to ask about that, wanted to know. But he wasn't sure he got to, and he probably just had to live with that.

He rocked his hips up to meet the movement of Billy's hips, less of a subtle, lazy movement and something more intent and real. He was content to not let it go further than fooling around right now, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to absolutely tease as much as he was allowed to get away with.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frank," he huffed, almost laughed as Frank rocked up to meet him. "You ready to go again?"

Billy wasn't complaining. He was going to absolutely milk everything out of tonight and send Frank home ragged tomorrow, with an apology note and a thank you card, and maybe a bottle of wine.

He leaned down, planting one hand by Frank's head so he wouldn't just fall on him, and caught him in a kiss.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank tilted into that kiss. He squeezed at him, fingers rough, aggressive even. He didn't want to let go of Billy, of this moment, of the gravity and realness of all of this. He rolled his hips as they kissed, and it was good. Yes, he was ready to go again. It wasn't hard with Billy Russo on top of him.

He teased a finger down the cleft of Billy's ass as they kissed, an almost nervous touch.

[theprettymarine]

"Fuck, Frankie," he breathed against his mouth as Frank's hands gripped and grabbed. It was insane how much he liked it, and how much he realized after Frank got confident enough to get grabby.

Jesus.

"Need a guidebook, Marine?" He was kind of teasing but also a little serious. They'd never gone this far, Frank just confessed to never fucking another guy, so--

Billy sat up a little so he could make sure the lube was close and grabbed a string of condoms from one of the shelves over his bed.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank glanced and saw the string of condoms. "Jesus," he breathed, laughing softly. He snatched them away from Billy and laughed some more, draping them across his chest.

It was better like this, of course, but Frank's only other experience being inside someone was bare. He didn't say anything about it, because that sounded stupid as hell, and the condoms were right there, and the lube was in Billy's hand.

He took that from him too, and slicked up his fingers. "Maybe just some encouraging words."

[theprettymarine]

"I got plans, man." Billy just grinned. Honestly, if Frank brought up barebacking, he probably would've let him do it. But Maria sent him here with a condom and Billy figured he should just-- he should keep that going. She trusted him in all this, so he wasn't going to fuck that up. Especially since he doubted that Frank would lie if his wife actually asked about it.

"Encouraging words, huh?" He leaned down and got another kiss; he left the lube by Frank's hand. "Like, how much I've thought about having your dick in me? What it'd feel like, how you fuck?"

[onebatch_twobatch]

Those certainly were some encouraging words, heat sinking directly to his cock. He was almost entirely hard now. It was a good time just to rub up against Billy, and he would have been happy to just do that.

He rubbed his finger, slick and slow, against Billy's hole. It was a slow, gentle thing to ease his finger in, a cautious gesture. He'd at least seen this in porn before. He knew a little bit about this.

"Yeah, you been thinking about how I fuck?"

[theprettymarine]

Billy bit his lip as Frank pushed his finger in, slow and careful. Then he grinned and gave a lazy rock of his hips. "Yeah, Frankie. Yeah, I've been thinking about it since-- shit. Probably since the first time I saw your dick in the shower, man."

He moved a little on top of Frank, just to make the angle easier. "Definitely after the first time you fucked my mouth."

[onebatch_twobatch]

"Jesus," Frank breathed, because his cock twitched and ached and he blushed a little bit. He didn't know how to talk filth like this, even though he sort of wished that he did right now.

He moved his finger as best he could. The angle didn't seem right. But also, he didn't want to give up the view. He didn't want to give up the weight of him. Frank slid his free hand up Billy's side, up his chest, to his neck. His thumb pressed at Billy's chin insistently, lengthening his lines a little.

"God, you look good."