Goodnight dropped his head back, not even caring about the thud it made against the headboard, as he rubbed across Billy's cheek. His fingers tightened and he couldn't help the slight lift of his hips toward the wet heat of Billy's mouth. He wanted to see his face, his eyes, but he didn't want to break the moment, didn't want to break some unspoken rule that would end this. Instead he smoothed his free hand over Billy's shoulder and back, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt.