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Neil loves looking at Andrews hands.
They're rough, his knuckles always bruised from past fights.
A long white scar adornes the ring finger on his right hand.
Neil is fascinated by his hands since the day they met.
How his fingers bend when Andrew forms his hands to fists.
How his veins dance under the pale skin.
He likes to watch when Andrew's index and middle finger wrap around a cigarette and bring it to his lips.
Views like this make Neil wonder how Andrews hands would look elswhere...
On his lips. How would the tips of his fingers feel on his skin? Soft? Would he be gentle?
Neil likes to watch Andrew drive, grip the wheel tight. Let the palm of his hand glide over the leather material when taking a sharp turn. Tapping the wheel with his fingertips.
How would his hands look being wrapped around something else?
Would his knuckles turn white like they do when he holds the wheel strongly?
Neils likes to think about how Andrew would use these exact hands to pleasure himself.
Where would he touch himself?
In what rhythm would his hand move? Fast and desperate? Do his fingers twitch when he's close?
Does he grip the sheets desperately, trying to hold onto something?
Would he throw his head back into the pillows just from the touch of his own hands?
Did he ever imagine these hands belonged to someone else?
Neil wants to see it. Every movement.
Andrews hands on his own body.
Stroaking, pumping, scratching, caressing...
When Andrews hands brush through his hair, Neil likes to imagine it in his own. Tugging, pulling his head into place, giving him access to his neck, jaw, collar bone... whatever.
Sometimes, when there's a chance, Neil purposely makes his hand brush against Andrew's.
Short, almost not noticeable. Still, it makes Neil's whole body shiver from the small friction.
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And Andrew knows,
notices every time Neil stares. But he's never called him out.
Because for some weird twisted reason he likes it, likes the thought that Neil has a thing for his hands.
How he practically drools over the sight of Andrew teasingly letting his fingers trail over different types of material.
Andrew likes to take advantage of moments when he notices Neil staring again.
He likes to flex his hands on purpose just to watch Neils lips slightly part.
Sometimes Andrew thinks about how Neil would react if he actually touched him.
Would he like Andrew caressing his skin? Chest, legs, thighs...
Or would he like him to be rough?
Squeezing his hips, pushing him against the wall, grabbing him by his hair...
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One time Andrew caught Neils gaze, filled with lust, dark and desperate.
He had raised his eyebrows knowingly, making the taller one blush and break eye contact.
That night, he had firstly debated to address the hand-thing with Neil.
But he didn't.
Instead, he used certain moments like long car drives to "unintentionally" press the back of his hand against Neils leg when they sat next to each other.
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With time, both of them build a habit to pass each other random things. Unnecessarily often. Just to brush their fingers against each other. Andrews gaze on Neils face, desperate to catch his reaction and Neil looking to the ground, desperate to hide it.
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One time the whole team sat together on the sofa, watching a movie. Andrew and Neil found themselves next to each other pressed into the pillows in the corner.
While watching the movie Andrews hand somehow found itself almost on top of Neil's.
And when Neil's fingers began to brush against his and Andrew didn't show any intetions of pulling away, Neil began playing with his fingers.
Brushing up and down their length, caressing his bruised knuckles with his thumb, bending Andrew's fingers around his own...
And Andrew pressed his hand into Neil's touch in silent appreciation.
No one ever talked about it, but ever since then, Andrew and Neil got used to holding hands when no one was looking.
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One evening the team was out on the field late practicing.
Neil and Andrew sat on the benches on the side, watching Kevin and Matt fight over some new exy tactic.
Andrew was smoking one cigarette after the other and Neil was playing with a black pen he found on the ground earlier.
Once again, Andrew's hands caught his attention and several minutes later he found himself staring like in trance. He watched Andrew's fingers bringing the cigarette to his mouth. The tips of his fingers touched his lips softly while tugging the cigarette between them. Andrew inhaled deeply, eyes fixated on Neil.
When he blew out the smoke, he leaned slightly foreward, causing the smoke to dance around Neil's features.
"You're not even trying to hide it at this point."
The lips Neil stared at, parted into a teasing grin.
"What?"
Neil blinked himself back into reality and found Andrew's dark blue eyes looking straight at him.
"The thing with my hands"
Andrew lifted his right hand and waved with it in front of Neil's face mockingly.
The redhead rolled his eyes and captured Andrew's hand between his, pulling it down into his lap.
"I just like them."
Neil admitted with a look down, inspecting Andrew's slightly larger hand in his. He let his index finger softly trace along the scar causing Andrew to shiver in front of him.
"You like that."
Neil grinned.
"I hate it."
Neil opened the pen and looked at Andrew as if to silently ask for his permission. When he didn't protest, Neil placed the pen in position on Andrews pinky. He started to draw little stars around his bruised knuckles and along his scar.
Andrew just watched him patiently, eyes jumping between Neil's face and his hand in Neil's.
After a few minutes of Neil's pen flying across Andrew's hand, leaving black stars everywhere on the pale skin, the blone's hand was flipped around.
Next, Neil put his pen on the start of Andrew's wrist, letting the black ink form a heart right under Andrew's wristband.
When Andrew noticed what Neil was drawing he quickly pulled his hand away.
"Enough! What are you? A middle schooler?"
Though a slight bit of amusement could be seen on his face.
After that, Andrew refused to wash his hands for almost two days. Neil caught Andrew brushing his fingers over the little heart on the inside of his wrist way too often and when the ink finally faded after three days Andrew found himself sitting at the table next to Neil, innocently placing a back pen on the surface...