Goodnight took the touch to his hair as a cautious kind of permission. He pushed Billy's shirt open as his hands worked higher and pressed deliberate, slow kisses across his stomach.

"Don't tell me you're not feeling something too," he murmured as he got the latest button undone. His hands smoothed over Billy's sides, pushing his shirt out of the way. They slid down to his hips, gripping gently as he looked up again. This felt like the biggest gamble he'd taken in a long time.