"Maybe I'm looking for a rush." He wasn't. They both knew. Goodnight pushed the shirt off Billy's torso, and it sagged at his waist for a moment, until Goodnight got his trousers open.

Billy got Goodnight's open as well. He slipped his hand in, against his shorts, and he rubbed, coaxing. He pressed his lips to the line of Goodnight's jaw, kissed his way up to his ear.

"Some days," he whispered with a smile, "I'm not sure if you're after me, or the clothes."