Title:  By My Side
Author:  shannonmarie
Pairing:  Lee/Billy
Rating:  NC-17

I.

Not military advice, advice on the military.

Right. That was the key to making his father accept Lee’s new position.

Lee was mentally constructing the conversation with his father when he collided with the President’s assistant in the corridor. The folder the man was carrying fell from his hands and papers fluttered around them.

“Sorry, sir,” the assistant muttered as he stooped to collect the mess, but he stepped back onto a sheet that made his foot slip and he lunged forward into Lee’s arms.

***

Billy saw Petty Officer Dualla again in the corridor and she ducked her head, failing to suppress her smile as they passed. His greeting died in his throat as he felt his face flush.

She still was laughing at him.

I like your hair.

He brought a shaking hand up to his forehead, rubbing nervously. This was ridiculous.

Yes, Madam President, you are correct. I know nothing about women. I’ve just been pretending, and failing miserably, I know, because I can’t exactly--

Billy was dazed to see he’d walked into Captain Adama.

-- throw myself at any man I run into. It’s a military ship!

“Sorry, sir,” Billy muttered as he stooped to collect the mess, but he stepped back onto a sheet that made his foot slip and he lunged forward into Lee’s arms.

Frack!

Billy closed his eyes and let himself just enjoy the briefest touch as his fingers clutched the captain’s uniform.

***

Despite the shower rationing that made everyone’s skin look and feel tacky from oil and grit, Lee was looking at pale unblemished skin. Except for the cherry red stain infusing the other man’s cheeks.

And those curls looked so soft and clean. He wanted to run his fingers through them and--


Lee pushed the other man upright and cleared his throat. “Are you alright, Mr… uh--”

“Keikeya. But you can call me Billy, sir.” Billy straightened, smoothing his jacket with a nervous hand as he clutched the folder in the other. “If there’s anything I can do for you--”

“Excuse me,” the President cut in from behind them.

***

Billy turned to see the President watching them with a curious expression and he felt his face warming further, for no reason. There. was. no. reason. She couldn’t know just because they were standing there.

“Madam President?” he prompted.

The President blinked, her eyes becoming carefully guarded again, and turned her attention to Captain Adama. “I was remiss earlier when I didn’t mention Billy. He would obviously be of better assistance to me with a full grasp of your military guidance as well.”

“Yes, sir,” the Captain replied.

She smiled. “Thank you,” she said to him before nodding to Billy and returning to her quarters.

Billy obediently followed, carefully watching his path so he didn’t trip over his own feet again.

Or if he was lucky, the floor would open up and he would be sucked into space.

***

“You missed this,” Lee called after Billy, picking up the errant sheet of paper.

Billy paused and turned back. “Thank you,” he replied, but he seemed to have grown roots, glancing in dismay at his feet.

Lee crossed the corridor and handed it to him. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Billy blinked slowly and licked his lips several times. He looked like he was on some of the doc’s stimulants and he made Lee feel like he was too.

“Yes. Fine. Thank you.”

Lee wanted to point out he was wrinkling the paper crushed in his fist, but he didn’t. He didn’t wish Billy was squeezing him that hard either.

“I’ll be on patrol, if the President needs me.” If you want --

“Okay,” Billy replied. His eyes darted toward the President’s quarters and then back to Apollo. “H-how long do you patrol?”

“Three hours. And that’s your first lesson today.” Lee tried on a smile and hoped it didn’t look too crooked. It felt wrong, trying to seduce anyone during this nightmare, but he couldn’t help himself.

Billy returned the smile and Lee liked how it spread to his eyes before the blush overran his features again. “Uh, good luck, Captain.”

“It’s ‘good hunting’,” Lee corrected automatically. “We say ‘good hunting’.”

Billy laughed a little, hesitating a moment before looking at Apollo through long dark lashes. “Lesson two? Should I be taking notes?”

Lee felt something else besides a chuckle rumble in his chest. “Maybe.” He took a step back, but still held the other man’s gaze. “You know where to find me later. If you need anything.”

Billy swallowed hard and nodded before rushing to join the President.

***

II.

Billy saw Captain Adama heading toward his quarters and he turned to follow. The other man had opened the hatch and entered the room and Billy called out to him to keep from being shut out.

The Captain turned and waited.

Billy felt the heat creeping over his cheeks. He was hardly aware of it anymore in Captain Adama’s presence, but looking at the other man’s battered face, he realized the Captain probably just wanted to rest and he shouldn’t have disturbed him.

Captain Adama was watching him intently. “Are you alright?” he asked. “I know the Petty Officer isn’t holding what happened against you.”

“I almost got her killed.” Billy jammed his hands in his pockets and fixed his eyes on a point just past the Captain’s shoulder. “I’m on my way back to Colonial One. I just wanted to say thank you, for everything you did today.”

***

Lee knew the racks in his quarters were empty because everyone was playing poker again so he ignored what Billy said and ushered the other man into the room. Billy’s cheeks flushed darker and he looked like Lee had just openly propositioned him. But he stepped through the door and Lee shut the hatch behind them, enjoying the brief glint of hunger in Billy’s eyes.

Lee had been right all along. Billy had persisted in chasing Petty Officer Dualla to keep up the illusion he wasn’t gay. Or interested.

“You’re welcome,” he finally replied. They hadn’t moved more than a foot from the door, and Lee kept one hand on the hatch so he’d know if anyone turned the wheel to enter. “Very welcome.”

Billy licked his lips and his brows furrowed slightly as he obviously tried to determine if the double entendre was intentional. Then he reached out and put his hand on Lee’s arm.

Lee let him just hang on as he dipped his head and rubbed his face in the other man’s hair. It didn’t smell like the military issue lye soap they all used to bathe. He inhaled the herbal scent and felt Billy’s other hand move to his face. It felt like forever since he’d first invited Billy to come to him and he was starting to think the other man would never make a move.

“Does it hurt?” Billy asked, fingers tentatively tracing the cut over Lee’s eye.

“No. I’ve had worse.”

Billy nodded, closing his eyes. “When they took Cally--”

Lee kissed him. He didn’t want to think about anything else right now. Billy’s lips were soft and it took a little coaxing for him to open his mouth and let Lee taste him.

Billy’s hands were fisted in his hair when Lee tore his mouth away and scraped his teeth over the smooth skin. He got to shower and shave like a regular man and everything that was civilian—civilized-- about him was what Lee wanted. They were going to be the salvation of the race, but the military wasn’t just a means to help them survive. They were going to be part of the new world too and there couldn’t be anymore sides.

“Captain--”

“Lee,” Lee cut him off. “Say it. Say my name,” he growled as he bit Billy’s neck.

Billy’s head fell back against the wall. “Lee. Oh god--”

Lee lifted his head and saw the other man’s lids were heavy and his lips were slick and cherry red. Lee sucked on the lower one for a moment, until Billy moaned in response, and then reluctantly let him go.

Billy looked disappointed as Lee took a step back, but he seemed to understand as he wiped his mouth and smoothed his jacket. “I-I should get back.” Billy frowned to himself and Lee thought he knew what suddenly upset him.

“She told me,” Lee said.

Billy blinked.

“She told me she has cancer.”

Billy looked relieved to be able to share the secret. “I don’t know what to do for her.”

“Just be there. We’ll both get her through this.”

Billy nodded.

“I told her she could count on me. And so can you.” Lee tugged at Billy’s collar to cover the mark he’d made there. It would fade before he got back to the President.

Billy smiled and covered Lee’s hand on the door. “I know.”

Lee turned his hand and squeezed Billy’s fingers in return before opening the door and watching him leave.

***

III.

Billy’s head jerked up as he ran into Lee leaving his father’s quarters.

“What are you doing here?” Lee asked.

“I—uh,” Billy ran his hand through his hair. “I guess I was on autopilot. The President is at the d—meeting and I was just… thinking.”

Lee nodded. “You better think somewhere else though or my father will assume you’re a Cylon spy. Or worse, snooping for the President.”

Billy grimaced and followed Lee back toward the main corridor. But Lee ignored him and headed toward the flight deck.

“Lee?”

Lee stiffened and turned slowly.

“Captain Adama,” Billy quickly corrected. They weren’t in private and that was a serious blunder. He glanced around, assured they were alone so it wasn’t that serious, this time. Billy forced himself back to the moment at hand, looking over the Captain’s shoulder to avoid the irritated gaze. “I didn’t have a chance to offer my condolences regarding the loss of your pilots. If there’s anything--”

Lee quickly crossed the space remaining between them and steered Billy into a darkened access hall. Billy couldn’t make out Lee’s face in the shadows, but he felt the other man’s breath on his face when Lee hissed, “There’s nothing either of us can do. But stop this right now.”

“What?” Billy asked as he felt his stomach sink. ‘This’ hadn’t been much, but he thought—hoped--

“People are going to die if we don’t do our jobs.”

What? “I don’t understand—Lee—Captain, wait.”

Lee was turning away again, but footsteps in the hall forced him back into the corner. “Frack,” he muttered, as Starbuck passed them on her way to the Commander’s quarters.

He was pressed against the wall, his head bowed as Billy stared at him. Billy’s palms started to sweat as the rest of him went cold. Lee had been right. They’d been too careless all along.

But they’d been in the open, mostly, until know. Lee was the one who pushed him into the dark hall. He wasn’t the one who’d made it look they were hiding something.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” he said anyway. He needed Lee to know he would never do anything to jeopardize the man’s career. And if that meant agreeing with Lee, agreeing that they wouldn’t continue, then so be it.

His chest tightened painfully at the thought.

Until he noticed Lee was still unresponsive, staring at the black wall. Something wasn’t right and Billy couldn’t help wondering if he’d misunderstood. Maybe—

Billy’s heart quickened as he carefully reached out and brushed Lee’s arm. “What’s really going on?”

Lee still didn’t respond. Growing frustrated, his fingers folded around Lee’s sleeve and he didn’t let go when he finally felt Lee flinch.

“You can count on me too, you know,” Billy offered.

Lee looked up at him. The light from the hall hit his face and Billy could see his eyes were wet, but hard.

“She killed my brother.”

***

The words had just bubbled up out of nowhere, like when he ‘unintentionally’ said too much to his father, and the pain that had been wrapped around his ribs since Starbuck had told him eased a little more. The more he let out, the more it let go.

He took a deep breath and pushed himself up from the wall. Regardless of how he felt about her, how much he wanted to tell Billy and the world and let the rage out so it would stop eating him alive, he was not having this conversation here. Anywhere. Ever.

He was the CAG.

***

Billy was gaping at him and he stumbled back a little when Lee moved, though he was still anchored to Lee’s jacket.

“What? I don’t--what happened?” Billy couldn’t even get his head around the thought.

Lee covered Billy’s hand with his, lifting it off his sleeve and directing it back to Billy’s side. He stepped out into the light again and Billy refused to accept that he wasn’t going to get an explanation. He would follow Lee; he’d follow him the rest of the day if he had to—

“She didn’t do her job because she loved him."

Billy stood in the dark, listening to Lee walk away, and each softly echoing footstep in the quiet hall should’ve made him feel more alone or rejected, but... he didn’t.

***

IV.

Billy closed the dividing curtain behind him and slumped on the presidential sofa. He didn’t care at the moment. She was visiting Lieutenant Thrace in the infirmary and then having dinner with Commander Adama so Billy had a rare couple of hours to himself, if no one else had an immediate crisis he needed to intermediate in her absence.

Billy shucked his jacket off, loosened his tie and had just slipped off his shoes and curled his toes in the carpet when someone knocked on the wall. He stood and straightened his tie, shoes forgotten, and replied, “Enter.”

Lee pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the room.

“Captain, the President is on Galactica,” Billy said, forcing his tone to remain even despite his throat constricting. “If you wish to speak with her--”

“Actually, I--May I?” Lee stepped inside, but hesitated when he took in Billy’s disheveled appearance. “If this is a bad time,” he looked at the curtain still bunched in his hand, “I can come back.”

Billy swallowed hard and shook his head. “No, please sit.” He gestured toward the chair and sat down on the sofa. He could do this. He had to. “What can I help you with?”

Lee let the curtain fall into place and made sure it was completely closed. He sat across from Billy and placed his hands on his knees. “My father and I betrayed the President’s trust and endangered the safety of the fleet for our own personal agenda.”

Billy frowned. “Everyone understood you’ve lost enough pilots, most of all the President, but if you want me to relay your message to her--”

“I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t. I put my feelings ahead of my job.”

Oh. Oh.

Billy ignored the butterflies churning his stomach and slid closer to the other man. “You’re human, Captain. Lee.” Billy leaned forward with his knees on his elbows and his hands clasped together between his legs. Lee automatically mimicked the more relaxed pose and there heads were only inches apart, eyes locked together.

“I--” Lee started.

“I understand,” Billy interjected, “the military feels there needs to be certain protocols between your people so the most impartial view point can be exercised in difficult situations, but they still haven’t figured out a way to stop people’s emotions from clouding their judgment. And truth be told, I haven’t heard nearly as many bad stories,” Billy took a deep breath, “such as what happened to your brother, as I have heard remarkable stories of courage and honor, like today. What you consider a flaw in your character is what saved Lieutenant Thrace’s life. We would’ve jumped without her if you and your father hadn’t demanded we stay past the deadline.”

Lee’s head dipped slightly as he snorted a little laugh. When he looked up again he said, “I can see why the President values you so much.”

“And you.”

Lee shook his head as he stood. Billy straightened and leaned back slightly to look up at him. “Captain--”

“I doubt she'd think I was very honorable at all if she knew the thoughts I’ve had about you,” Lee said gruffly.

Billy’s mouth gaped as he nodded; he thought he nodded in agreement. Not that the President would be shocked--okay, yes. But Billy didn’t care. If Lee still wanted to act on any of those thoughts he had Billy’s permission.

Lee sat down beside Billy, their thighs pressed together and they twisted simultaneously so their lips could meet. It was brief, too brief, and then Lee pulled back. His hands framed Billy’s face, fingers carding through the mess of curls, and their foreheads were pressed together. “I need you to do something for me,” Lee said.

Billy shuddered as Lee’s breath ghosted over his lips. “What?”

Lee let go and stood. “Write your name on a little piece of paper.” Billy stared at him blankly and Lee prompted, “please.”

***

Billy looked dazed and flushed and Lee wanted to push him back on the sofa and frack it all. But getting caught, or leaving the President’s cabin smelling like sex was too much of a risk so he had to settle for what he could get at the moment.

“I have to go to my desk,” Billy said. He slipped his shoes on and stood unsteadily. Lee took his elbow and turned Billy’s face to his again. “Hey.” He couldn’t help kissing him once more and Billy turned, arms wrapping around Lee’s neck as he leaned against him. Lee wrapped his arms around Billy’s back and felt warm damp skin through the thin shirt. His chest and back weren’t hard like Lee’s, but he wasn’t soft. Solid. Frack.

Lee let him go before his hands started to really map the other man’s body.

Billy blinked wildly and Lee urged, “Paper.”

“Right.” Billy pushed the curtain aside and went to his desk. He picked up a pen and looked up at Lee.

“Just your name, and then tear it off for me.”

Billy wrote his name and then folded the edge of the paper, pressing the crease. He tore it along the crease and then folded the other side, pressing and tearing. He handed the little rectangle to Lee.

Lee looked at it for a moment, he liked the tight neat scrawl, and then put it in his pocket. “So I don’t forget today,” he explained. “Why what we did was right. And wrong.” He held up his hand when Billy started to protest. “We did what we did, right or wrong depending on who you ask, but the point is we got lucky. Next time, I may need to let go of someone I care about. I want to remember today… what the President said, my fath—you…so I can.”

Billy smiled tentatively and nodded.

Lee smiled back, his fingers touching the little slip in his pocket. “And so I can remember how to spell your fracking last name.”

***

V.

Lee had been about to meet with the President when she fainted. Now that the entire fleet knew, he stood quietly behind the curtain while Billy addressed the press about the President’s condition. Then when Billy pushed through and moved back into the ‘office’, Lee walked in step with him across the twenty feet of space to the President’s ‘quarters’, their sleeves brushing together.

Lee’s hand caught his as he raised it to knock on the dividing wall. “I should get back,” he said.

Billy nodded, soaking up the brief touch before Lee let go.

It wasn’t nearly enough contact and it was at the worst moments like this, when he needed it most but could afford it least, that a flicker of life on the thirteenth colony flitted through his mind like a gnat.

A bed with crisp clean sheets.

Privacy for hours.

Lee’s uniform would be folded neatly beside the bed because he’d have to wear it again when he returned to duty, but Billy’s suit would be carelessly crumpled on the floor.

He’d never wear the same one twice again.

***

VI.

Lee escaped from Baltar's lab as quickly as possible. Gods, if Ellen wasn’t a cylon then she was staying on the ship and who knew what else she’d get up to— his dinner rolled perilously in his gut remembering her foot between his legs.

Colonel Tigh would blow him out the nearest airlock if he ever found out.

As Lee rounded the corner to the command center, he bumped into Billy and Dualla, huddled cozily—as cozily as they could in a Battlestar corridor full of service men— together.

Cozy together.

Lee suddenly realized why Billy had been avoiding him and he turned sharply on his heel to head to his rack. Two could play that game.

Gods, what a night, and he wasn’t in the mood to have it out with his… whatever Billy wa—had been. For frack sake the guy clearly had more feelings for her if he—

“Captain Adama.” Billy fell into step with him, hurrying awkwardly to keep up. “If you have a minute, I’d like--”

Lee glanced over his shoulder. Dualla had disappeared and Billy must’ve thought he hadn’t seen them. “I’m busy--”

“Lee, please,” Billy asked under his breath. “I know you saw--”

“It’s alright.” Lee stopped, unable to look Billy in the eyes, but he managed to keep his voice even and his temper in check. “I understand,” he said coldly.

You thought my father was a cylon and you lied to me.

“I-I don’t think you do,” Billy replied, shifting a little so Lee had to look at him. “Let me explain--”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Lee replied, backing away. The conversation was over.

“Dammit,” Billy exclaimed, his voice rising. “Would you just listen to me for a minute?”

A few heads turned their way and Lee knew there was no escape now. Word would get around that the President’s military advisor was arguing with the President’s personal assistant so now he had to at least give the appearance that they resolved their differences.

“Fine,” Lee agreed curtly. He led Billy down the corridor to the pilot’s briefing room. “Excuse us,” he barked, ordering the few pilots inside to leave. As Hot Dog passed, Lee took him aside. “I need to talk to Mr. Keikeya privately,” he said, barely controlling the anger simmering too close to the surface.

Hot Dog nodded, glaring openly at Billy for whatever he’d done to piss off the CAG.

When they were alone, Hot Dog standing guard outside the closed door, Lee circled around to the other side of the podium so it was between them and waited.

“There’s nothing going on between Dua--”

“She gave you sensitive information regarding my father’s communications with the fleet because the President believes he’s a clylon.” Lee leaned over the podium as Billy averted his eyes. “I’d say that’s something.”

“You know about--”

“The President and Colonel Tigh just told us everything.”

Billy looked up tentatively. “So Dr. Baltar proved your father’s not a cylon.”

“He’s being tested right now, but I already know he’s not,” Lee replied tersely.

“I know,” Billy nodded in agreement. “I couldn’t believe it myself, but the President insisted we had to have proof because he was acting so strangely.”

“Because he found Ellen Tigh--”

“Yes,” Billy cut in. “Lee, I mean it, about Dualla--”

“I saw you,” Lee shot back, fingers tightly gripping the edge of podium. “Don’t tell me there’s nothing going on.”

“I needed information,” Billy insisted, “because I care about you, not her.” Lee shook his head doubtfully and Billy moved closer. “When I was with her, all I could think about was you…and how she’s going to make my life hell when she finds out there really isn’t anything between us. I like her, but you’re the only one who’s helped me stay sane these last few weeks.”

Lee felt the knot in his stomach loosen a little bit. The last three weeks had felt like three years and he knew he shouldn’t have let himself get involved with Billy, but he hadn’t been able to stop. “When I saw—when you were with her--”

“Lee, don’t,” Billy ducked his head miserably, “it’s not like anything really happened, we just talked. You know how hard it is to have any privacy.”

“Like now?” Lee asked, closing the last little distance between them. “Finally--”

Billy's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull back. “Someone will catch us--”

Lee shut him up with a kiss. He didn’t want to hear any more about people finding out and he didn’t want Billy thinking about Dualla. For just a few moments, he wanted it to be them alone and doing what they wanted.

Billy tried to pull away when Lee’s fingers tugged at his zipper. “Let me,” Lee demanded between kisses, holding Billy’s head in place with his other hand as he worked Billy’s pants open.

Billy moaned against Lee’s lips at the first electric touch of fingers on hot skin and Lee tore his mouth free, whispering, “Shh,” before he fell to his knees and licked the hardening shaft.

“Gods,” Billy hissed as his legs trembled and shaking fingers raked through Lee’s hair.

Lee wanted it to last as long as possible, but some part of his brain was still thinking rationally and he knew there wasn’t enough time to savor everything like he wanted. He’d be hard for days just thinking about this— Billy obeying the commanding pull of Lee’s hands on his ass and pumping his hips. Lee sucked him hard and fast and too soon a rough tug of hair was his only warning that Billy was coming already, then a couple of short deep thrusts made Lee’s eyes water as he tried to open his throat. It was over too quickly and Lee swallowed it all so there wouldn’t be any trace of evidence left behind.

Just this memory.

Billy gently pushed Lee away from his softening cock and Lee reluctantly stood, straightening his uniform as Billy fastened his pants and they both glanced at the door.

Lee took one last chance and kissed him again, quick and hard, reveling in Billy’s excited gasp when he tasted himself on Lee’s tongue. “You’re insane,” Billy laughed, though willing to reciprocate.

Lee groaned when Billy’s hand cupped his erection, but Lee nudged him away. “We can’t risk anything else right now.”

“But--”

“It’s not the first time I’ve gone to my rack wound up because of you,” Lee said gruffly.

Though now it would be much easier to remedy when thinking about Ellen Tigh helped cool his libido considerably. He just had to get away from Billy’s eager mouth and hands before it was rekindled.

“Lee, I want--”

“I know.” Lee squeezed Billy’s arm as he steered him toward the door. “We’ll find a way. Soon,” he promised, before yanking the hatch open. Hot Dog was leaning against the wall and he straightened himself, eyes narrowed as he glared at Billy again. “Good night, Mr. Keikeya,” Lee said brusquely.

Billy looked upset for a moment and Lee regretted not warning him, not being able to touch him--

Billy nodded to both of them and replied, “Good night, Captain.”

Lee watched Billy walk towards the transport, deliberately not thinking about the feel of Billy’s tight ass in his hands just minutes ago.

Gods, soon...

***

VII.

Billy lay on the bed of the luxury suite and listened to the water running in the bathroom as he ran his hand over the clean sheets.

He stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to sit up or roll onto his side. He couldn’t get comfortable in the large bed alone. Or figure out why Lee was there with him. He’d watched Lee dance with Leiutenant Thrace and he almost told the President to give the suite to someone else. But he knew she wouldn’t understand why he didn’t want any privacy with Dualla.

Privacy for hours.

Thank the gods Dualla had to go back on duty at midnight.

Lee opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Their clothes had been immediately discarded when they entered the suite and Lee didn’t bother covering himself again. What was the point when his arousal would still have been just as obvious under a towel.

Billy started to sit up, then rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He felt ridiculous lying there naked, but strutting naked across the room didn’t seem to bother Lee and Billy forced himself to meet Lee’s gaze.

“Okay?” Billy asked nervously.

“Yes,” Lee replied, smiling down at him before kneeling on the bed near Billy’s feet and slowly crawling up his body. He kissed Billy’s ankle and knee and nudged Billy onto his back again and moved his leg to the outside so he was crouching between Billy’s legs and could kiss the inside of his thighs.

Billy hissed, legs widening as he pushed his hands into Lee’s hair. But when Lee’s mouth hovered too close to his dick, he tugged Lee’s head away. He couldn’t stand waiting anymore. Lee’s eyes flicked up over his face and Billy knew he understood, knew they’d waited so long and it was going to get away from them one way or the other.

Lee kept moving up over Billy’s body, licking and kissing his way to Billy’s mouth. Billy’s lips were already raw from the rough mashing they received as they stumbled from the door to the bed earlier. “Make me come,” Lee whispered, licking gently at the corner of his mouth. “I want you inside me.” Lee pressed his dick into Billy’s stomach and Billy thrust back, making Lee groan, but it wasn’t enough. Lee took Billy’s hand and spit into his palm impatiently. “Touch me,” he growled.

Billy reached between them and started stroking. There was no real finesse, just a means to an end and Lee was so hard because he wanted him. Wanted him so much it didn’t take long before Lee came in his hand.

“Frack,” Lee panted, rubbing his lips over Billy’s jaw. He was still shuddering when he pulled his knees up under him and hovered over Billy. “Do it,” he prompted, guiding Billy’s cum-slick hand to his ass.

“Are you sure?” Billy asked, but he was already rubbing a finger against Lee’s hole.

“I’m ready,” Lee promised.

“I know but this is all we’ve got—gods--” he gasped when Lee pushed back and his finger slid inside.

Lee groaned in agreement. He moved his hips a few times, and Billy pushed back, teasing his hole. “More,” Lee demanded.

Billy slowly worked three fingers into him, stretching Lee’s ass and slicking his hole as best he could. Lee twisted away from him and Billy let him go, stomach flipping. “Lee, what’s wro—frack--” Billy cried when Lee sucked on his dick. “No, don’t, I’ll come--”

Lee let him go and straddled his hips again. “Hang on,” he said, positioning Billy’s spit-slicked dick against his hole.

“Gods,” Billy groaned. Lee was hot and tight and he prayed the other man wouldn’t stop, despite the obvious discomfort.

Lee slowly worked himself down, and Billy couldn’t help squeezing his hips tighter, wanting to push in faster because he wasn’t going to last.

“Easy,” Lee grunted, another inch sliding in.

Billy forced himself to let go and concentrate on Lee, helping him concentrate on the pleasure when he pinched Lee’s nipples and rubbed his balls. His fingers slipped back and stroked Lee’s opening stretched around his cock and they both moaned.

Lee started pulling up again and Billy’s fingers followed, still caressing gently around the tender skin. “Yeah,” Lee rasped, sliding back down. He set a slow steady rhythm, up and down, and spit on his fingers before joining them with Billy’s between his legs. He slicked Billy’s shaft a little more and Billy bucked up hard, unable to control himself. Lee lunged forward, his arm still twisted behind him to squeeze Billy’s balls.

It was too much and Billy continued to slam into him. “I can’t—I’m sorry--” Billy cried, his eyes rolling back as he came.

Lee collapsed against his chest and whispered things he’d never said before, just so Billy knew he wasn’t sorry at all.