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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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He opened his mouth for Frank's fingers, moaned as they slid over his tongue. Holy shit. He didn't think he could get harder, but he fucking was. He sucked on Frank's fingers, maybe got a little sloppy about it.

And then Frank bit his neck and Billy almost fucking crumpled on top of him. "Oh fuck," he gasped out, and he nearly fucking choked on Frank's fingers. He tried to focus on those, and he fucking whimpered as he tried to fuck harder onto Frank's fingers. Holy fuck.

He tried to grab Frank's hair, not to stop him but to hold the fuck on.

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"Attaboy," Frank breathed against Billy's skin, kissing the mark he'd made. His cock throbbed impatiently. He shifted a little, ground up against him. He didn't want to ease his fingers out of Billy's mouth because it felt good to have him sucking on him like that, but he was pretty sure he'd need that hand in a second here.

"You ready? You want me in you yet, baby?"

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Billy slid off Frank's fingers, because he needed to breathe. "Yeah," he gasped out. His mouth was slick and soft as he grinned. "Yeah-- yeah I want your cock, Frankie."

He tried to brace himself on the shelves again. He lifted his hips more, tried to give Frank room to maneuver beneath him.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank grabbed the strip of condoms, tore the first one open without even taking it off the strip, and rolled it onto his cock as quickly as he could. He was gentle about easing his fingers out of Billy, but then the speed came back. He didn't want to waste a moment, not when Billy was flush and needy and ready for it.

He guided himself against Billy, nudged the head in before he gripped Billy's hips tight in some effort to not just slam into him.

[theprettymarine]

Billy murmured breathless cusses as Frank slid his fingers free and worked on getting the condom on. He tried to be patient, he did, especially when he felt Frank's cock nudge against his ass.

"Oh fuck," he sighed, looking fucking euphoric as he sank down. "Fuck, Frankie. You feel so fucking good, man."

He didn't stop moving until he felt himself settle in Frank's lap, until he had him as deep as he could fucking get him. Billy dropped a hand to stroke himself, just a few times, trying to take the fucking edge off.

[onebatch_twobatch]

Billy took control for a second, set his pace, eased down how he needed to, and Frank let him. He wasn't going to rush that or move them any faster than Billy felt comfortable going.

But he kept his hands on Billy's hips, squeezed them tight, especially as he finally settled. He let Billy touch himself for a moment, but when it just turned into playing, he snapped his teeth at him, growled softly as he rolled his hips.

"Hands on the shelf, Bill," he said.

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Billy stared at Frank for a second, like he was shocked by the command, or just unreasonably turned on by it. But eventually he did as he was told, and he let go of his cock s he could put both hands on the shelves again.

That was fine. He could still move his hips, and this helped him brace his weight. He rocked back to meet the lift of Frank's hips, moaning quietly at the sound they made when skin met skin. "You feel so fucking good."

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For a second, Frank worried that he'd misjudged. Then Billy moved, put his hands above him, and shifted his hips. It was all still slow at first, but they were building, moving, making noise together, and it was good, it was fucking good.

He gripped Billy's hips tight and shoved up into him. He felt good.

"Holy shit, baby," he sighed. He dug his heels into the mattress and fucked up into him. "Holy fucking shit, Bill."

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"Ho-- holy fuck. Fuck, Frankie-- Oh fuck."

Billy grabbed the shelves tighter as Frank fucked up into him. His mouth hung open and it took everything he had not to just collapse on Frank and hang on for the ride. Every thrust of his hips forced a breath out of him, and the sound of skin meeting skin was fucking obscene and amazing.

He'd been dreaming about how it'd feel to get fucked by Frank, but the reality was so much fucking better.

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"That's it," Frank sighed. He scraped his nails against Billy's skin, dug his fingers in, grabbed him tight enough to leave white divots on Billy's skin. His cock throbbed with the want of it all. God, he was hardly going to last like this.

He sat up a little, because that slowed him down for a moment at least, and he could kiss at Billy's chest and neck, and get force into his thrusts even if it wasn't the same sort of long depth as when he was flat on his back.

"You look so fuckin' pretty," he breathed on his skin, "riding my cock like that. Shit, Bill."

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Frank managed to sit up, and Billy almost collapsed. He tried to lean into him more, one hand dropping from the shelf so he could drape his arm around Frank's shoulders. Frank's mouth was on his neck and Billy held on as tight as he dared.

Then Frank called him pretty and his entire body shivered as his cock hit just the right place. "Oh fuck," he gasped out. He got tight for a second but kept moving, dazed in Frank's lap. "Don't stop, don't stop," he pleaded, voice ragged against Frank's ear.

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Frank kept gong, and now moved his hand to stroke Billy as well. They were there, nearly, he could feel it. He could feel the way that Billy ached and strained for it, and how his own belly was taut and needy. He was going to go insane like this. He was alright with that.

He sucked up another mark on Billy's skin, a little desperate to leave a reminder that would last longer than just this moment.

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"Oh shit, Frankie-- shit, I'm gonna come--" He only managed to say it once before he was practically melting against Frank. He came, just like that, making a mess over Frank's knuckles and stomach.

"Fuck-- fuck--" He couldn't manage words anymore and he crashed into a weak, sloppy kiss as he tried to keep his hips moving. He wanted to feel him come.

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It was sudden and sharp and a mess, and Frank laughed brightly, swore against the messy, needy kiss. He kept working his hips urgently, chasing the feeling for himself. He wasn't far off, though their earlier round was giving him better staying power for this.

But he didn't last very much longer. He shifted one last time and got some good leverage, some good force, and fucked deep, rough into Billy, crying out as he came.

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Billy didn't even have words left when he felt Frank come. He held on tight for the ride, grabbed the back of Frank's head and tried not to fall off him.

And when Frank finally stopped moving, Billy slumped against him, breathing hard. He tried to kiss him again, mouths colliding for a moment. He smudged a kiss along Frank's jaw before he dropped his head against Frank's shoulder.

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They sat there at the head of the bed, tangled up in each other, holding on like the world was all shook apart. It took a minute to get their breathing to calm down; Frank could feel his own, and Billy's ragged breathing, and he didn't rush either of them because there was no reason to rush.

He lifted his hands, but only ran the clean one against Billy's skin, the back of his neck and over his hair gently. He caught his mouth in a slow, lazy kiss.

There was a whisper of words in that kiss, but no sound behind them. Barely the form of the words on his lips.

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Billy closed his eyes at the tender touches, a tired smile tugging his mouth. Then Frank kissed him again and he met it. He felt the words more than he heard him and they made something catch in his chest. Were they real if there was no sound behind them?

He rubbed his hand over Frank's head and kissed him again. Billy moved, slowly and reluctantly, until he kind of fell off Frank and off to the side. A tired smile lingered.

"Jesus, Frank."

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When Billy sprawled off, Frank found himself smiling, watching him smittenly and a little sheepishly. He'd never gotten quite that rough with anyone, but Billy seemed to have really enjoyed it, and so he thought it was probably okay. So he didn't ask about it.

Instead, he slid down and sprawled out. "You're not gonna kick me out, are you?"

[theprettymarine]

"I still have so many condoms left," Billy said lazily. He lolled his head to look at Frank, soft and warm as he smiled.

He could feel places on his body throbbing, knowing there'd be bruises if there weren't already. He was glad that tomorrow he'd look in the mirror in and see them: see where Frank's mouth and hands had been.

"No, I'm not gonna kick you out. You can stay until you gotta go."

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"You plannin' on usin' them all tonight?" Frank asked, voice soft ad lazy now, verging toward sleep because they'd had a fair amount to drink and they'd worked themselves to a peak twice.

He ran his knuckles against Billy's shoulder gently. He hadn't asked when Maria wanted him back, though he supposed he didn't have days to disappear into Billy's sheets. In the morning, he'd check in with her and see where things stood. A blessing beforehand was one thing; it was another on the other side of things.

[theprettymarine]

"Until neither of us can get it up again. I don't squander opportunities, Frank Castle." He smiled at Frank, though, and he just looked at him as Frank's knuckles brush an old scar or two. Billy huffed a laugh.

"Or maybe we'll both pass out and stay that way until morning."

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Frank's eyes passed to the scars. He'd looked at them a time or two, wondered. He'd never asked, and wasn't sure how or if he should. Now didn't seem the time either.

He leaned in, tucked his nose against Billy's throat, and sighed. "Well, I dunno about morning," he said. "But a couple hours at least."

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"Hours?" Billy tried, hard, not to look crestfallen. He put a smile back on and lolled his head to look at the ceiling as Frank tucked in against him. "Yeah, man. Whatever you've gotta do. Of course."

Hours. All he wanted to do was fall asleep for a while, but he didn't dare now. What if he-- what? What if he missed something? Frank was about to pass out, too, what the fuck was he going to miss? But somehow the reminder that this would all end, and soon, made an uncomfortable desperation twist up in his chest.

You're stuck with me now, Bill.

He tried not to doubt.

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Frank didn't catch the look, because his face was talked down, but he felt the moment of it. He felt that catch in Billy's breath and the flutter in his neck, and that moment where he wasn't smiling, and it made him look up. The smile was back, by then.

He leaned in and gave Billy a kiss. "To rest, man," he said, all soft and reassuring. "A few hours before I wake up again and harass you."

He pushed and tugged and rearranged them, until he had Billy in a comfortable position on his chest and his arms wrapped around him. It was maybe a little silly, since Billy was taller than he was. But he seemed to need it, that reassurance that he was there and he wasn't going anywhere. "We just did two rounds in under two hours, and I took it up the ass for the first time ever, and I can still count sex on one hand, so you're gonna have to forgive that I want to cuddle and sleep for a few hours, motherfucker."

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Billy rolled his eyes and uselessly kicked at Frank even as Frank rearranged them on the bed and dragged him close. He smiled against Frank's chest, enjoying how warm he felt, and how fucking good he smelled.

"Build up that fuckin stamina, Marine. Are you telling me your honeymoon was quiet? I call bullshit."

This was easy: teasing Frank, being an asshole. And it was easy to relax on him, to let Frank hold him like that. Easier than he thought it'd be. He tried to hide a yawn.

"Okay, okay. A nap."