"At least in bits and pieces," Frank teased as they got into close quarters. This was a game he'd played, when he was a little younger than Billy--before the military, before Maria. Tucking into quiet corners for a bit of necking.

It was easy to follow the soft command. It had been easy to follow commands for years, but this was less like a training and more like a compulsion. He swayed in and bent down the slight way to give Billy a kiss.