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[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy Rocks never went to school. He had some schooling, one could say; his mother had taught him how to read and write in Korean, and when he went away to Washington, he'd learned arithmetic and composition and a hundred other, smaller things, that the master's son would teach him when they were allowed alone together. His reading was not the best, but especially with Goodnight, it had improved in his adulthood.

To take classes at the college, he had to have a diploma or equivalent. To get those, you had to go to school or take a test. Classes had already started--he knew that--but the tests we a couple of weeks into the term, for some reason, and the people he had spoken to at the college had assured that the program he was looking at had a later start date than the standard classes.

So here he sat, a study book open, pamphlets and papers and his sketchy hangul in the margins of everything, feeling a bit out of place. He was going to be thirty in the summer. Wasn't it a bit odd to be thinking about schooling so late in his life?

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[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight was grateful that he could be Billy's rock when he needed it, especially since Billy had been his for so damn long. It was easy for him to have faith in this because he knew Billy, and he knew he'd see it through no matter what if it was something he really wanted. Goodnight would support him however he needed. His thumb brushed tenderly over Billy's hip. "We got time yet, maybe thirty minutes?"

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy hummed a little bit, nuzzling in against Goodnight for a moment. Maybe they ought to go back inside. They had time to linger and enjoy the crisp night air, but it would be good, in case the food came early.

And because, if Billy was honest, it would be better for the two of them to be inside. The longer they lingered against each other, the longer he was away from his books, the more Billy longed for a more serious distraction.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight let Billy finish the cigarette before gently cajoling him back inside. It was chilly enough that he didn't want to linger without bundling up more. Once the door was closed he reached, pulling Billy back to him so that he could kiss him.

"Relax, cher. I can see you lost in there," he said as he gently gripped Billy's hair to give his head a little shake.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"So get me out," Billy said, a soft plea. Everything was still so new, so raw, but Goodnight was a constant. Something real and true. No matter how Billy was trying to adapt to things in Darrow, as quickly as he could manage, Goodnight was the only thing that really felt real.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight pulled Billy close, drew him into a kiss, firm and wanting to answer the plea in Billy's voice. He drew back and curled his fingers in Billy's shirt. "C'mon cher, we got some time to kill."

He moved back toward the couch and nearly fell on it; he pulled Billy with him, into another urgent kiss.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy let himself be pulled along. He focused on Goodnight, the certainty of his movements, the warmth of his body. When they reached the couch, Billy had no qualms about settling himself on top of his lap, kissing Goodnight deeply.

That they had this place to themselves, that they had privacy and no one to knock on their doors to check in if they needed something, was still a miracle to Billy. He felt a wild sort of abandon. It was a sort of freedom that, a few times, they had joked about: settling out, somewhere in the frontier, to own land and be accountable to no one but themselves and each other. Darrow felt like that just then.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight pulled their hips together, hands tight on Billy's thighs. Their privacy here was something he never thought they'd have, unless they settled down somewhere out on the range. The idea had been awfully tempting a number of times. Now here they were, in a place where most didn't seem overly offended by the notion of two men together, living together.

His hips rocked up towards Billy's and one hand slid up his back to tangle in his hair. A soft sound escaped against the kiss and before long he was working Billy's shirt open, wanting to feel his skin.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy did nothing to help in removing his shirt. He was much more intent on kissing Goodnight's face, in tangling his fingers into Goodnight's hair as well as he rolled his hips lazily.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight didn't even try to remove it all the way; he just wanted it open. His hands smoothed over Billy's sides, hands still callous-rough. He grabbed Billy's hips again, feeling more urgent as they move together.

"Mon cher, these are gonna have to go," he said with a grin against Billy's mouth, tugging at his jeans. Billy looked damn good in them.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Not getting up," Billy mumbled, as petulant as he was demanding in that moment. He let Goodnight tug at his jeans, but didn't really move. He did, at least, reach down and open the button and fly, so there was some access. That wasn't going to get them very far.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight groaned and even that was edged in a laugh when Billy insisted he wasn't getting up. "Guess we're makin' due, then." He pulled Billy into another kiss and his other hand disappeared between them to help Billy's cock out once his button and fly were open.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Just having his cock out was almost enough to make Billy change his mind on whether or not he was getting up. He squirmed and adjusted, bowed his back to give more access.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"There you go," he breathed between them. He stroked Billy slowly for now, teasing him even as he tried to give Goodnight more access. He tipped his head up for another kiss, chasing the taste of him. His hips moved restlessly, looking for more friction.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy did the best he could to address all those stimulus: the kiss, the touch, the lazy roll of Goodnight's hips under his own. He ground back against Goodnight, fucked up into the circle of his fingers.

"Fuck," he croaked gently, panting against Goodnight's mouth.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The edge in Billy's voice urged him on and Goodnight struggled with a sudden surge of impatience. He smacked Billy's ass.

"If you ain't gonna take these off then turn around," he breathed against him, a smile in his voice as he gave another firm bounce of his hips.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy laughed a little, squirming back against the bounce of Goodnight's hips. He kissed Goodnight one more time and then, rather unceremoniously, turned around on his lap. It wasn't a particularly graceful move. He pushed his jeans down a bit as he moved, so when he sat, it was bare skin to Goodnight's clothed hips.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight's breath caught when Billy pressed back against him. He pushed forward, coaxing Billy forward until he was braced against the couch. He managed to find the lubricant they'd hidden out here. It seemed entirely scandalous but also entirely practical given their... eagerness to have each other whenever and wherever they wanted.

He slicked his fingers and teased them against Billy's hole. He pushed Billy's shirt up with his free hand so he could kiss across his back as the first finger pushed in.

[assassinwithahairpin]

It was a slightly awkward position, but certainly not the strangest they'd ever taken. Billy sighed at the first teasing touch. He breathed through it. Then he pressed his hips back toward Goodnight's touch, peering over his shoulder at him.

"We haven't got time for you teasing," he said. "I'm not stopping for the delivery."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

He huffed a laugh against Billy's back and pushed a second finger in. "So pushy," he teased him. "Ain't gonna miss your dinner, I promise." He leaned up so he could catch Billy in a kiss over his shoulder; it wasn't the easiest to do but he kept it brief, easing back as he worked a third finger in. It didn't take long, not now that they were together with such regularity.

Goodnight withdrew his fingers to slick himself, then guided himself to push in. "There," he sighed, euphoria on the edge of his voice.

[assassinwithahairpin]

It was swift from there, a steady rhythm that pushed him mercilessly. He was going to be sore later; that was alright. When Goodnight eased in, Billy reached and gripped the seam of the couch cushion they were on. He whined softly, pressing back against the feel of him.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

He kissed Billy's shoulder, keeping one hand braced against the arm of the couch while the other held Billy's hip, guiding him to each thrust.

"Mon cher," he breathed, already lost in the feeling. The freedom they had in their apartment was one hell of an aphrodisiac sometimes. Goodnight moved steady and deep; he'd promised Billy distraction.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy rode along with the rhythm of Goodnight's hips, a needful vigor to his hips. He paused only once, to adjust how he sat and put his heels on the edge of the couch so he could move a bit more lewdly and also twist easily to kiss Goodnight.

It was nice to not have to worry about noise, but Billy was still mostly quiet, just a series of breathy sighs and half-spoken words of want.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The way Billy moved, the soft sounds he made, threatened to undo Goodnight entirely. They'd trained themselves to be quiet, even when they were alone on the range. Never knew who might hear - especially since out there they sounded vulnerable. But here they could indulge whenever they wanted. Even so, old habits were hard to break.

He reached down, wrapping his hand around Billy's cock to give him something to thrust into. "Oh cher," he breathed, voice strained with need.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy's breath rushed out as Goodnight touched him. He kept his forehead leaned against Goodnight's, his eyebrows knitted together and his mouth slack with pleasure. He wasn't going to last very long like this, and that was alright.