"I think I got out pretty lucky, all things considered," Frank admitted, but it was said with a vague sort of tone. A conversation for another time, or specifically distant because of whatever he drank that made him want to focus less on the past and more on the young man pressed into the wall before him.

They kissed until they didn't, and it all sort of blurred together for a moment. He growled softly, leaning in to set a bruise against Billy's neck.

"Could start with that," he said. "Believe there was talk of that at one point, wasn't there? You can show me what you're good at."