A/N: So basically I wrote this because 'Seven Psychopaths' is my new favorite movie and Marty/Billy needs more attention immediately. There's not much of a plot to this, just two men in love, MAJOR fluffiness and absolutely no angst allowed, because the movie itself took care of that nicely. These events are meant to be set before the movie and before Marty met Kaya, or in an AU if that's the way you want to take it. Also, I borrowed some ideas from c-has-a-blog over on Tumblr, because her musings on the movie made me feel like someone understood my pain. So she deserves credit too, and you should totally check out the blog if you love the movie and ship this pairing. This overly long A/N done with, enjoy my fanfic and review please!

Ch. 1 Cuddling

Billy liked to cuddle.

Marty found that out the first time they slept in a bed together. Not the first time they'd had sex; that had come earlier. This was the first time they made a go at spending the night with each other, sleeping side by side like any other couple would.

Marty'd been worrying that they'd end up kicking each other out on the floor or something like that and sleep just wouldn't happen. So he was surprised when it all turned out to be so easy, easier than it had ever been sleeping next to his girlfriends. Then again, everything with Billy had been easy like that, like they'd both been waiting for each other without knowing it.

Marty fell asleep quickly, listening to Billy breathe. In and out, a regular hushing sound like the ocean on a quiet night. Peaceful.

He woke in the middle of the night covered with something heavy and warm. After a moment of fuzzy confusion he realized it was Billy wrapped around him from behind, their bodies pressed together from the neck down and his face tucked into the curve of Marty's shoulder. Marty blinked, tried to shift himself and get some sense of the situation. Billy made some low sleepy noise and his arms tightened around him, pulling him closer.

Marty stopped moving and lay there, still half asleep himself, and chuckled softly. I'm gonna give you so much shit about this in the morning.

Billy, the guy who watched gangster movies like they were Gospel and got into fights for no better reason than he wanted to kick someone's ass, was glommed onto him like a kid with a teddy bear. Spooning him. Marty wouldn't have pegged him in a million fucking years as the spooning type.

Marty stayed still for a minute, wrapped up in the guy he loved beyond most practical reason, and just felt it.

It was so intimate. Marty could feel Billy breathing, feathery-soft exhales making a spot of heat against the base of his neck, his chest rising and falling where it was pressed to Marty's back. Billy's arms were wrapped around him, his hands resting on Marty's stomach. Marty touched them, gently traced the shape of the long thin fingers.

It wasn't all that bad.

Billy was warm and solid and familiar, still in sleep like he never was when he was awake. Holding him like he never wanted to let go. It was... sweet, the way he'd curled up around Marty. Marty'd never thought he'd have occasion to apply the word sweet to Billy in his entire life. A surge of affection compelled Marty to crane his neck so he could press his lips to the top of Billy's head.

Billy half-woke at that and stirred behind him. "Go to sleep," he whined, voice raspy and low.

Marty smiled. Then he rolled over and put his arms around Billy, pulled him in tight to his chest. Held him right back.

Billy smirked without opening his eyes. "Such a girl," he mumbled. But he stroked his hands down Marty's back with a gentleness he usually reserved for the dogs he kept around.

"Uh-huh. Sure," Marty whispered into his ear. Then he settled his head on Billy's shoulder, loose and content and warm.

I could get used to this, he thought. Very easily.

In less than a minute he was asleep.