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1: It’s Thigh Noon
Neil wasn’t sure if Andrew was doing it on purpose or not. He enjoyed teasing, who didn’t? But typically, not when they were driving in a car full of people and two of those people were related to Andrew. Neil side eyed him but earned nothing from the blank gaze Andrew had on the front windshield.
Neil had just resigned himself to staring out of the window when Andrew did it again . His swallow had to have been audible at that point but if it was, it did nothing to interrupt Nicky’s rambling, Kevin’s complaining, and Aaron’s vehemently voiced disinterest. Neil froze the second time and Andrew’s hand did the same. Neil wanted to tell him that what he was doing wasn’t an issue but he had zero intention of bringing attention to it.
Instead, he spread his legs further and invited Andrew’s touch back.
In hindsight, maybe that part was the horny part of Neil’s brain thinking about how his just barely calloused hands felt wrapped around his di-
“Did you grab your backpack?”
Neil blinked in response. Who was Andrew- oh, he was talking to him! Neil nodded. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I did.” Andrew saw him grab his backpack. Why was he- oh . Neil faced Andrew that time and nodded more. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
Andrew didn’t respond to Neil, he instead started dragging his pinky across the inseam of Neil’s jeans. His movements paused when he brushed against what Neil’s jeans were barely concealing. Andrew tapped the brakes and slowed to a stop in front of Eden’s. He glanced in the rearview mirror as everyone started tumbling out of the Maserati. He squeezed Neil’s thigh to say, in his way, to park the car with Andrew.
They found themselves tripping over each other to get into the club. Andrew gripped Neil’s hand and pulled him toward the bar. Roland grinned at them in greeting but before he could speak, Andrew pointed at Roland’s waist.
“Key. Say nothing.”
Roland started to protest the lack of greeting at the very least but chose not to. He frowned a bit but passed the key to the staff room over the counter. Andrew snatched it, gave him a nod, and urgently tugged Neil toward the small back office.
Andrew had him pressed against the door as soon as he closed it. He stared at the redhead for a moment, watching how he squirmed under his gaze. Neil shifted from one foot to another and Andrew’s mouth twitched.
“What’s wrong, rabbit?”
Neil huffed and shrugged as he avoided eye contact. “Nothing. What are we doing back here?”
Andrew pressed his chest against Neil’s and stepped one foot between Neil’s. Neil spread his own feet to accommodate whatever Andrew was willing to give him. Andrew’s eyebrow twitched that time, his thigh was inches away from where Neil wanted it to be. Neil knew it was a yes but he was too stubborn to make the first move.
Unfortunately, out of the two, Andrew would dig himself to the core of the Earth before he lost in a battle of who was more stubborn.
Neil relented after a charged minute of nothing and rutted against Andrew’s thigh. Andrew held his leg there and watched Neil roll his hips. Neil’s head thunked back against the wood when he stopped. He let out a low whine.
“Hm?”
Neil sighed heavily and glared at Andrew. “Can you do something ?”
“What would you like me to do?”
“Anything-”
Andrew fell into a squat and yanked Neil’s jeans to his knees, gripping hard enough that his briefs followed. Andrew smirked at Neil who had started biting the corner of his jacket but those frosty blue eyes were trained on the blonde between his legs.
“Drew-”
“You said anything.”
Andrew leaned forward to test a theory he had begun in the car. He ran his tongue from Neil’s knee up toward his inner thigh. Neil’s knees buckled and he nearly knocked Andrew out as his bare ass hit the floor. Andrew moved out of the way just in time to avoid a black eye which would not be that easy to explain.
Neil let out a groan and covered his face. Andrew did not care. He climbed between his legs again and pressed Neil against the floor.
“What’s wrong, rabbit?” He repeated his earlier question.
Andrew sucked a dark mark into Neil’s thigh and he arched his back, lifting his hips toward Andrew. He hummed against Neil’s skin and licked a sloppy stripe of saliva across his palm once before wrapped his hand around Neil’s cock. He continued dotting his thigh with circular marks and Neil fell apart beneath him. It wasn’t longer than another couple of minutes before he came inside Andrew’s mouth.
After they had been righted and clothes were back on, Neil looked everywhere but at Andrew.
“So-”
“It’s a sensitive area, okay?!” Neil shouted in the small room.
Andrew snorted as he pulled open the door. He made a grand gesture to let Neil exit before him, earning a huff and a haughty walk. Andrew’s hand might have found Neil’s ass as he stepped past him.
The next time Andrew did it, Neil knew it was on purpose. And he did it at the most inopportune time. They were supposed to be heading from the dorms to the court for a game when Andrew found Neil stretching in the living room.
“The fuck are you doing?”
Neil glanced up at him and grinned. “I’m stretching, Andrew.”
Andrew narrowed his eyes. “115%.”
“Oh, nice.” Neil mumbled as he reached for his ankle.
Andrew tilted his head slightly as Neil’s shorts rode up. “I’m surprised you’re not at the court.”
“Kevin was being a bitch so I made him go alone. I was leaving but my calf started cramping.”
“You’re an athlete that refuses vegetables and water, of course your calf is cramping.” Andrew muttered as he squatted next to Neil. He reached out to poke the hem of Neil’s shorts that were still sliding up and the redhead yelped. Andrew raised an eyebrow at him.
“Fuck off.”
“Oh?” Andrew reached again after Neil shrugged him off and earned a full body shudder when his fingertips brushed against the skin of Neil’s inner thigh.
“We don’t have time-”
“Is that a no?” Neil chewed on his lower lip in response. He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. Andrew rolled his eyes. “That is not reassuring, Josten.”
“It’s not a no, just- just do something quick.”
Andrew jabbed Neil in the shoulder until he tumbled onto his back. Neil started to protest the action but his mouth snapped shut when Andrew moved to hover over him. Andrew bent down to kiss Neil and earned a quiet groan.
“Drew, c’mon- we don’t have-” Andrew reached between his legs and pinched his thigh. “Ow, you shitfuck!”
“Shitfuck?” Neil glared and rolled his hips upward. Andrew grunted and pressed him against the floor. “You’re a little shit.”
“Less talking, more doing.”
Andrew pushed Neil’s face away and kneeled between his legs. He lifted Neil up by the back of his knees and watched as his shorts slipped closer to the apex of his thighs. “Do you think you can come from this?”
“From wha- oh fuck.”
Andrew’s tongue traced along his thigh and he bit into the meat of it. Neil groaned and slipped a hand into Andrew’s hair. Andrew sucked mark after mark, dotting appreciation of Neil’s legs all along them. Neil was straining against his shorts, a telltale dark mark showed Andrew how much he was enjoying it.
In the interest of saving time and not wanting to her Neil and/or Kevin bitch and moan about them being late to a game, Andrew yanked Neil’s shorts down and wrapped a hand around his cock. He pressed his thumb into Neil’s inner thigh as he swallowed him to the base. Neil jerked beneath him and tightened his grip on Andrew’s hair. He let out a whispered litany of Andrew’s name as he twitched and groaned. Andrew popped off of him to suck another mark into his pale skin. He stroked Neil alongside the movements of his mouth until he came, barely moving his shirt out of the way in time.
Andrew pressed light kisses across his leg as Neil reentered the atmosphere.
Neil glanced down at him with a smirk. “Junkie.”
~~
2: I’m All Ears
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, devoid of practice, noise and prying eyes. They were alone on a day with a rare display of not on purpose avoidance from the other Foxes. Andrew lay sprawled across the couch and Neil was straddling him, a movie in the background long forgotten. They kissed slowly, lazily, their lips sliding together as Andrew traced along Neil’s pulse point. Neil kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, before Andrew took the hint and tilted his jaw to give Neil the access he was craving. Neil smiled into Andrew’s skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down toward his collarbone.
“Fuckin’ junkie.” Andrew drawled as he closed his eyes.
“You like it.” Neil murmured with another kiss. “A lot.”
“I hate you.” Andrew barely managed to keep his voice study and the smile he felt at his neck told him Neil noticed. He turned to introduce his teeth to Neil’s skin. He gripped the back of Neil’s neck and pulled him closer, Neil turned his head at the same time to avoid repentance and Andrew’s lips ended up brushing just beneath his ear.
Neil gasped quietly and collapsed against Andrew. A forced huff of surprised air left Andrew’s lungs with the sudden weight on his chest and he paused to study Neil’s reaction.
“Oh?”
“Fuck off-”
“Shitfuck, yes, I know. Shut up.” Andrew, with strength Neil had come to admire, had Neil on his back less than four seconds later. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You do not play stupid well unless it’s not being done on purpose.”
Neil reached up to flick Andrew’s ear. “Fuck off.”
Andrew grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm above his head. Neil cleared his throat and let one leg fall to the floor to make more room for Andrew. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Andrew smirked at him.
“Wha-”
Andrew’s head snapped to the side. “What was that noise?”
Neil’s head jerked the same direction but before he could speak, Andrew’s lips were just below his ear. Neil let out a whine of Andrew’s name. Andrew ignored him and slipped his hand up Neil’s shirt.
“That- that was- not even fair-” Neil panted.
Andrew hummed as he sucked on Neil’s earlobe. “Mhm. And neither are the hickey’s underneath my collar.”
Neil frowned. “You don’t like them?”
Andrew was silent far too long for his answer to be a denial. “120%.”
Neil laughed and reached for Andrew’s shirt. “Nice.”
Andrew did it again when they were on a seven-hour bus ride home. Neil and Andrew took up the back group of seats. Andrew had to send Kevin away four times in order for some privacy, however, as he kept trying to discuss the game they had just played with Neil. Though Neil was interested, the idea of making out with Andrew under the cloak of a dimly lit highway sounded more enticing. Wymack had music playing that drowned out most of the conversations from anybody who was still awake.
Neil was half asleep against the window but too buzzed on their win to fully commit. He was instead concentrating on Andrew’s thumb roaming across his leg. He tilted his head back and lolled to the side until his temple softly smacked against the window. He did nothing to avoid it. A minute later, he felt Andrew’s breath on his neck. Neil’s eyes popped open.
“Josten-”
“Yes.”
Andrew’s kiss turned wet and open-mouthed, tracing along the shell of his ears as Neil took his hand and guided it between his legs. Andrew stroked Neil over his shorts.
“You sure?”
Neil nodded. “I can change-”
“I want to blow you.”
“Here?”
Andrew nodded and tugged on Neil’s earlobe with his teeth. Neil bit back a groan and whispered his approval. Neil looked over the seats to be sure Kevin had stayed in his rightful place and wasn’t trying to make desperate eye contact with Neil. Thankfully, everyone but Wymack, Dan, and Abby seemed to have fallen asleep. Andrew pulled Neil’s cock out and bent toward him, positioning himself sideways in the seat. There were times when Andrew appreciated that they were both vertically challenged, that was one of them.
Andrew wrapped his lips around his head and Neil nearly gave himself a concussion by throwing his head back. Thankfully, the seat was cushioned. Andrew swallowed around him, earning another stifled moan.
“Quiet, Josten.” Andrew muttered very lewdly around his cock. Neil made the mistake of looking down and the flash of panic in his eyes had Andrew’s mouth on his again. Neil came less than a second later.
“Sorry-”
“Shut the fuck up. 150% percent.” Andrew reached into the duffel bag at his feet and extracted a pack of wet wipes. He had Neil on his cheek.
“Let me-”
“Fuck off.”
Neil tucked himself back into his shorts as he smiled at Andrew who was still wiping his face. Andrew rolled his eyes and did not acknowledge Neil but he situated himself so Neil could rest on his shoulder.
~~
3: His Achilles
Andrew was staring.
Neil knew he was, he had been for some time, and he had to admit…he enjoyed the attention. Neil bent at the waist and gripped the balls of his feet to stretch his back and hamstrings. He laid his face on his knees and watched Andrew’s mouth twitch in his peripheral.
Neil spread his legs apart until he was nearly in a split and stretched toward his left foot. He felt a kick against his right thigh and found Andrew standing beside him.
“Need help?”
Neil smirked. “Sure.”
Andrew only participated in post-practice stretching if it meant getting his hands on Neil. It didn’t have to be inherently sexual; he simply liked to touch him. Andrew draped himself over Neil’s back and ignored the giggles and stares they were getting from the other Foxes. Nicky made some mildly inappropriate comment that Aaron admonished him for. Reynolds made a lewd gesture that Neil wasn’t entirely sure the meaning of, also one that Renee chastised her for. Andrew continued ignoring them and pressed his elbows into Neil’s shoulder blades to push him further forward.
“Feels good.” Neil murmured as he closed his eyes to the burn of his muscles stretching.
Andrew held him there for a few more seconds before Neil switched sides and Andrew assisted him the same way. The blonde moved to sit in front of him and lined their feet up together. He held his hands out for Neil’s and pulled him forward in a high-kick stretch. Neil rolled his Neil and tried not to look at Andrew’s crotch. Andrew stared at him knowingly and Neil shrugged.
“Get on your back.”
Neil did. Andrew kneeled between his legs and tapped Neil’s shin. “Put this leg flat. I’ll stretch the other.”
“Okay,” Neil obeyed as Andrew grabbed his ankle to stretch his leg toward his head.
“How far can you-” Andrew asked as he searched for any sign of discomfort but didn’t find a single one.
Neil simply blinked those disgustingly blue eyes up at him as his knee touched his chest. Whistles, cackles, and hoots were heard from the rest of the group. Andrew’s fingers wrapped around Neil’s ankle and he started to massage the bone. Neil’s eyes fluttered in response. The group continued harassing them and something was said about Neil’s flexibility.
“Utter another fucking word and I will break my racquet against your stomach.”
Andrew didn’t bother looking up as he threatened them. He was met with more laughs, a gag from Aaron, and a complaint about the way he was stretching Neil not being up to par with Kevin’s standards. Andrew switched to the other leg, his fingers digging into his opposite ankle.
“You’re good?”
Neil hummed quietly. “Yes.”
Andrew’s gaze shamelessly settled on Neil’s mouth. Neil’s lip quirked into a grin and Andrew found his eyes again, glaring that time. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Neil muttered with an entirely unnecessary wink.
Andrew knew from the beginning that he liked Neil’s legs. The Exy shorts he ran around in gave Andrew all the material he mentally needed once he knew it was okay to let those images permanently etch themselves into his brain. He thrived off of them when the days ran long. Minutes passed before Andrew realized the court had all but emptied out. Wymack and Kevin were still going over something scribbled in a playbook and Nicky and Aaron were arguing about who was going to approach Andrew about it being time to go.
Neil’s eyes were closed and his lips were barely upturned into a soft smile. Andrew couldn’t drag his eyes away from the blissed out look on his face despite the fact that Andrew was still pressing his knee into his chest. His fingertips were still wrapped around Neil’s ankle, massing slowly despite how he had zoned out.
Neil’s eyebrows scrunched together suddenly then shot up in surprise. He opened one eye and glanced between them. He rolled his lips into a line that said all the words his mouth hadn't.
“Fuck you,” Andrew discreetly adjusted himself and pushed off of Neil.
Neil was starting to think Andrew had some kind of foot fetish. He would never call Andrew out on it for several reasons. One: it didn’t bother him. Two: he was glad Andrew was exploring things he enjoyed. Third: it felt really good.
Neil was on his back, pressed against the mattress, and Andrew was inside of him. He was rolling his hips torturously slowly. Neil was annoyed, in part, because all of Andrew’s attention appeared to be on his leg. His hand was wrapped around the arch of Neil’s foot and his mouth was attached to Neil’s ankle bone. Neil was ready to protest when Andrew thrusted back inside of him. Neil groaned his name.
“ Fuuuck -” Andrew sucked on his Achilles tendon and Neil threw his head back. Andrew’s hips met his ass again and he was so deep, so goddamn deep-
“ Pretty .” Muttered the blonde as he dug his other hand into the jut of Neil’s hipbone.
Andrew drew his hips back and the repeated impact had Neil crying out. Neil came untouched, coating his stomach, spasming beneath the other man. Andrew fucked him half a second from oversensitivity, the way he knew Neil liked it, and groaned quietly against his ankle as he came. Neil let out an astonishing plethora of curses that had Andrew raising both eyebrows. He pulled out and finally released Neil’s ankle. He huffed out a laugh as it plopped onto the bed. He left Neil to reenter his body as he usually had to do after an orgasm.
~~
4: Tramp Stamp
Despite the abundant number of scars Neil’s body sported, there were some spaces that were unmarked by someone else’s ill intent. One of those places was somewhere Neil loved to be touched. Whether it be a casual touch, a grounding touch, or a touch only Andrew would ever do: Neil found joy in it.
Andrew’s protective instincts remained despite the lack of a threat to their lives. All Neil had to do was play Exy well and they would all be fine. If something were to happen to Neil’s Exy playing ability, he didn’t doubt he could wrangle some kind of deal for the troubled redhead’s life using his own Exy career. He didn’t want to because it meant playing that godforsaken sport for the rest of his able-bodied life but he also preferred Neil breathing so that was that. Andrew had a tendency of leading Neil Andrew with a simple touch.
His hand would find the small of Neil’s back and it would already be warm, like a special spot of heat reserved just for his palm. Neil leaned into the touch each and every time, almost toppling Andrew over more than once when he put too much trust into Andrew’s forearm strength.
When they were in a room full of strangers, some Exy event that neither of them had much interest in, Andrew’s fingertips would dig into his back until Neil shuddered and released the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. His posture would slacken and he wouldn’t be so stiff. Andrew could have found power in that, but instead he simply found pride. He relaxed Neil in that way, nobody else did.
The only touch that Andrew would be ever to do however was first made when Neil rolled onto his stomach, pressed his face into a pillow, and stuck his ass in the air in an attempt to find out what exactly rimming was. Andrew was forever surprised at his willingness to try 90% of the things Andrew suggested in bed. He had a few hard limits, but not many. Knife play, bloodplay, breath play, Neil didn’t care for any of those. He also didn’t like being tied up. While Neil preferred to give Andrew control, he did not like the idea of not having the ability to take it back so at least most of his senses needed to remain intact.
Andrew was on his knees behind Neil tracing the curve of his ass with his mouth. Neil was whining about Andrew taking too long so Andrew moved at a snail’s pace. Neil tried to push his body back toward Andrew’s mouth for the desired amount of friction when Andrew placed his hand on Neil’s lower back and pressed down. Neil’s legs gave out and collapsed fully against the bed.
Andrew’s immediate reaction was one of concern. “Neil?”
Neil didn’t respond for a moment but the way he was breathing heavily against the pillow he had been smothering himself with indicated he was having some kind of panic attack. Andrew pressed a gentle hand to Neil’s spine and raised an eyebrow when he shivered. So, not a panic attack. He pulled Neil’s shoulder until the redhead rolled over and rolled his lips into a thin line when he saw the wetness staining his sheets.
“Neil.”
Neil garbled some nonsense into the arm he threw over his face. Andrew leaned closer to hear him but heard nothing but more mumbled words.
“Josten, what the fuck?”
Neil groaned and cracked an eye open. “What did you do back there?”
Andrew couldn’t help the snort that escaped his mouth. “Excuse me?”
Neil motioned toward his lower half with a weak wave of his hand. “I think I have a weak spot.”
Andrew scoffed. “You have several weak spots. That is not news.”
Neil glared at him and pushed himself up onto his elbows. “I do not!”
“You do.”
“Name two.”
Andrew leaned forward and locked eyes with Neil. Neil stared back challengingly. Andrew pressed two fingers against his chin to turn his head. Neil started to yelp in protest but Andrew’s lips pressed just below his ear he let out a sigh instead.
“Fuck you,” Neil croaked.
Andrew kissed down his neck, sucked on his collarbone, and sat back on his knees. He trailed a hand down Neil’s leg, tracing along his shin, until he reached his ankle. Neil kicked him in response.
“Fuck off!”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “You asked.”
Neil huffed. He glanced down at his body and then raised his gaze to Andrew. He grinned. “Are we still-”
Andrew shoved him onto his stomach again and laughed later that night when he cried.
~~
5: My Neck, My Back
Andrew’s back was against the wall and Neil’s back was against his chest. They didn’t start out that way, they never started out that way. Andrew ran cold and Neil was a goddamn heater. It wasn’t ideal in the summer but even Neil’s body temperature took a break during the more humid East coast months. Andrew didn’t realize he was a stage 10 clinger when it came to sleep because he had never slept with somebody else in his bed. The first time he woke up wrapped around Neil’s arm like some kind of touch starved incubus was surprising. The second time, starfish to sea sponge, was less so but still not ideal.
The third time was a fucking disaster.
Andrew’s head was pillowed on Neil’s chest and there was a crusty spot of drool around his nipple that he did not leave there purposely. Andrew’s arm was flung across Neil’s bare body and their legs were tangled together in a way that was entirely unsafe if there was a fire. Andrew decided to roll with it.
That was how he discovered a reaction from Neil that he held so closely to his heart that it had become one with each muscle. Andrew was in bed first, on his side and reading a book when Neil came stumbling in already half asleep. He had a long day of exams and studying for more exams behind him. Andrew watched over the top of his reading glasses as Neil struggled to remove his shirt and seemed to blindly kick off his shoes, the heavy boots scattering in opposite directions. Neil got tangled in his shirt for a long, long, incredibly entertaining moment.
He kicked off his jeans last and flopped onto the bed below Andrew’s. His eyes were closed before he hit the pillow and he rolled onto his side, facing the door.
Andrew set his book down and turned off the reading lamp he had been using. He swung his legs over the edge of his bunk and slipped off of it, his socked feet hitting the ground silently. He stared down at Neil with a shake of his head. He crawled over the redhead without disturbing him and slipped in behind him.
Neil moved toward Andrew in his sleep, already used to having another body encasing him. Andrew opened his arms for Neil until his back was pressed against Andrew’s chest. Neil’s head dropped forward enough that Andrew had access to the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Andrew pressed his lips there and couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face when Neil’s own lips stretched into a sleepy grin.
“Drew, hi.” Mumbled the sleepy redhead. He pressed his body back against Andrew, shifting his hips more than necessary.
Andrew let out a soft snort and kissed the back of his neck again. “Sleep.”
Neil hummed in response and rolled his body back again. “Wann’have a quickie?”
“Go to sleep you fucking junkie.”
Neil reached a hand back and grabbed Andrew’s. He placed it on his stomach, low enough for Andrew’s fingers to dip beneath his waistband. “I’m saying yes. If you wanna.”
Andrew gripped Neil’s boxers. “You’re not even awake.”
“Check y’r phone. I texted. I’m awake enough.” Neil turned his head and winked at Andrew. Though it was more of a double eye blink, neither eye had really been fully open since Andrew saw him that evening.
Andrew reached into his sweatpants where his phone was still sitting and opened a message he hadn’t noticed from Neil. It was a bathroom selfie that was captioned quickie? as an actual precursor to their nightly activities. Kevin was spending the night at his dad’s. Nicky had a skype date which usually meant a hotel room. Andrew kissed Neil’s neck again and earned Neil’s ass pressing against him for the third time. He reached beneath Neil’s waistband. To his surprise, Neil was already hard and leaking. It was unfortunate because he was going to be hell to get up and clean himself off but the leftover blood in Andrew’s brain for the remainder of that night had already made its way to his cock. And Neil’s ass was still pressed against it.
“Can I?” Neil asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew nodded into his hair, uttered a soft affirmation, and pressed his forehead against Neil’s neck as he felt cool fingers reaching for him. It was an awkward angle but Neil made it work. Andrew reached for Neil’s pillowcase because the man was predictable and sure enough, he found a half empty bottle of lube there. He let some out of Neil’s outstretched hand then his own and made his way back into Neil’s boxers.
Andrew pulled them down eventually, when the warmth of fucking into Neil’s fist nearly became too much. He kissed Neil’s shoulder and watched goosebumps erupt down his arms. “Thighs?”
“Mm, yeah.” Neil tried his little heart out to pull down Andrew’s sweats. Andrew eventually batted his useless hands away and pulled them down to his thighs. He dripped the rest of the tiny bottle of lube where he needed it and barely stifled a groan as his cock slid between Neil’s tightly clasped thighs, nudging his own cock.
Neil groaned quietly, rolling his hips back in search of friction. Andrew slipped his nearly dead asleep arm beneath Neil’s neck and gripped his hip with his free hand. He bit down on Neil’s shoulder and thrust forward, not bothering to cover the moan he let out that time. He knew Neil liked knowing that he made him feel that way.
“Drew-” Neil murmured, bringing one hand up to grip Andrew’s forearm and the other to stroke himself. “Drew, Drew, Drew, D- fuck-”
Andrew moved his hips faster. He reached around to take over Neil’s hand and gripped him tightly as he quickened the pace.
Andrew came first, spilling onto Neil’s thighs. He sucked a mark into Neil’s neck after, he moved his hand faster and faster until Neil’s body tensed and he came on Andrew’s hand. He tried to contain most of it and was happy to say he was pretty successful.
“Hey,” Neil had turned halfway around to face Andrew again.
Andrew blinked at him. “What?”
“Kiss me-”
Andrew did, sliding his tongue against Neil’s in a spit slick kiss that had their teeth clack together more than once. It was post-orgasm, pre-sleep kissing that took his breath away. Andrew muttered the work junkie against his lips.
As predicted, Neil complained the entire time Andrew tried to get him to clean up which led to Andrew cleaning Neil himself. He left him naked and told Neil it was his problem if their roommates showed up the next morning to see him in all his glory. Andrew threw a pair of boxers at him but Neil was asleep within minutes.
He was pressed against Andrew again, breathing slowly, rhythmically, quietly.
Andrew did it one last time: the softest, lightest press of his lips. Neil released the most heartwarming sigh of contentment. Andrew would get drunk on the mere memory of the sound.
~~
+1: Tongue in Cheek
When Andrew, Kevin, and Aaron entered the dorm, Neil was nowhere to be found.
“Didn’t you say he went home?” Aaron asked as he kicked his shoes off.
“Yeah, he left class early. Said he was sick. Some dumb fuckin’ dork was bugging him. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but Neil seemed bothered.” Kevin explained.
Andrew didn’t know what it was but he knew Neil was in the dorm. He could smell him or feel him or something. He was- ah . There. Andrew stood in front of the couch where he had left a lumpy pillow and scratchy blanket. There was a slightly curled tuft of red hair poking out of the top, hiding a body that was otherwise dead to the world.
“See, told you-”
“Fuck off, Day.”
“Don’t be such a piece of shit, Aaron!”
“Fuck you again.”
“Get the fuck out of this room. Immediately.” Andrew spoke sharply without looking away from the lump he had grown to care for. Neil hadn’t moved during their conversation and he was still in place when Andrew started nudging him forward.
Neil slowly inched toward the inside of the couch, still facing the cushions. It was a yes in their nonverbal way that both of the men understood. They needed those, at times. Neil’s breathing wasn’t erratic, he wasn’t curled into himself, he seemed…fine. Andrew frowned.
He laid behind Neil and pressed against his back. Neil relaxed against him.
“What are you doing back so early?”
Neil didn’t answer for a moment, likely trying to find an excuse. Andrew started to speak again when Neil finally answered. He sniffled weakly. “Sick.”
“You weren’t that great of a liar when I met you and you are even worse of one now.”
Neil scoffed. “Fuck you,” His words lacked any kind of heat. He sighed and lifted his elbow in a request. Andrew slipped his arm around Neil and stuck his hand into Neil’s hoodie pocket. Neil found his fingers and laced theirs together. “Bad day.”
“Why?”
Neil shifted and buried his face in the cushion. He mumbled something Andrew didn’t understand. Andrew leaned toward him spoke into his hair. “I can’t hear you-”
“I said someone called me ugly.”
Andrew stared at the back of Neil’s head. Ugly? Someone called him…ugly. Neil was not one for giving two flying fucks about how he looked so there had to be more than just someone saying he was unattractive.
“What exactly did they say?” Neil stiffened and Andrew knew he was right. “You don’t-”
“She said my face looks like I was fingerbanged by Freddie Kreuger and my hands lost a fight with a garbage disposal that my clothes should probably meet.”
Andrew wanted to make a joke simply because the last part of that insult… Well… He glanced down at Neil’s ripped blue jorts and agreed that they belonged in a garbage disposal but- Andrew stilled and slowly looked up when he realized Neil had turned to look at him. Andrew didn’t have to voice his displeasure of Neil’s fashion, the redhead was as uncaring as he was aware.
“Get. Fucked.”
Andrew knew Neil wasn’t mad. He wasn’t. Andrew knew Neil mad and that wasn’t it. Still, he found himself apologizing. Neil’s eyes widened fractionally and he cleared his throat to mumble something else incoherent. Andrew nudged Neil until he turned around to face him. He stared into those painfully blue eyes and reached a hand between them to grip his face. He squeezed Neil’s cheeks together until he had a fish face. Neil’s eyebrows furrowed together in pure confusion.
“Who said that to you?”
Neil blew a raspberry at Andew. “Some girl from-”
“Her name?”
“I think it’s- no, Drew, you can’t kill her!”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Kill her, scare her into running back to whatever farm she grew up on in Alabama, same difference.” Neil was adorably annoyed with his fish mouth and furrowed eyebrows and frowny face.
“Do I look like I care what you think?”
Neil rolled his eyes. “I prefer you out of prison, thank you. She seemed like a press charges type.”
“You are not ugly.” Neil stilled again; his eyes locked with Andrew’s. “You are not ugly.” Andrew repeated.
“I-” Neil’s voice cracked.
Andrew wanted to take that redheaded spitfire little shit and lock him up so nothing, whether they be words or wounds, could ever harm him. He didn’t give a fuck that Neil was fully capable of defending himself or that he would be fine without Andrew. That look on his face, the way his voice cracked and he didn’t finish his sentence, that emotional damage that Andrew still hadn’t quite figured out how to fix for himself- that part was something that dug deep into Andrew’s soul. Andrew rolled his shoulders back and listened for anybody else. When he couldn’t hear the activity that would indicate somebody was infiltrating their time together, he offered a rare display of words that they both knew but seldom said out loud.
“Abram,” Neil’s eyes glazed over and he blinked rapidly at Andrew. He nodded slightly for Andrew to continue. Andrew pressed a featherlight kiss to each of his cheeks, then one to the tip of his nose. He whispered his next words. “I love you.”
Neil nodded again, just barely, and pressed his forehead into Andrew’s neck. Andrew held him tighter than he needed to but no matter how close he pulled Neil; it would never be close enough.