"Mon cher," he breathed, dazed as that sweet feeling wound up inside him. Billy had turned an accepted nickname into something he loved hearing. No longer Goodnight, just Goody. Only one other person in the world called him that.

"Let me feel you, Billy. 'm right here." God he wanted to kiss him but there was something to be said for this position, about watching the play of the muscles in Billy's back, catching glimpses of his face over his shoulder. Like a tease he didn't know he wanted.