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The boy standing across from Andrew wasn’t just attractive — he was inexplicably hot. And Andrew had caught himself thinking that more than once. A third time, his memory helpfully supplied. The first two had been last week during math class, when he’d seen him.
The room was dimly lit by the flashlight on Neil’s phone, which at that moment reflected Andrew’s pose and looked as if he was thinking about something too.
Setting a timer for six and a half minutes on his own phone, Andrew placed it next to Neil’s and took the first step toward his unofficial acquaintance.
They knew each other's names but hadn’t gotten closer than that. And Andrew was curious — did this hot boy find him attractive, too?
And Neil's awkwardness did not escape from his attention.
"Have you ever kissed someone before?" They’d only need one step each to touch each other.
"Yeah," the boy answered on an exhale, clearly relaxing now that Andrew had spoken — which was uncharacteristic of him. Then, realizing that answer wasn’t quite enough, he added, "Yeah. Twice with girls, once with a guy."
Good, thought Andrew. It didn’t hurt to make sure he wasn’t repulsed by the idea of kissing a guy. Though Andrew figured that if Neil didn’t want to, he could’ve refused when the bottle landed on him. Still, better to confirm.
"So, are we going to do anything?" Andrew had wanted to tease him about how embarrassed he looked just a second ago and how confident he suddenly sounded, but decided against it.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes."
Neil took a cautious step forward, and so did Andrew. And he spoke, barely brushing against the lips:
"Keep your hands to yourself."
Neil nodded, and in the next moment, Andrew kissed him. Immediately biting his lip and drawing out a soft breath — nearly a moan — from the boy, they both stepped at the same time. As a result, Minyard was now pinning Neil to the wall. The latter clearly didn’t mind, responding with even more intensity.
Pulling away for just a moment to catch his breath, Andrew slid his hands along the boy’s, noticing Neil had shoved them into the back pockets of his jeans.
Before he could even be surprised by that obedience, he felt another kiss — this time bolder. The boy was definitely loosening up. Andrew had to push aside the thought of how much he wanted to feel those defined hands — which he was now blatantly exploring — on himself. Instead, he bit the boy’s lip again, this time tasting blood and hearing another restrained moan.
His hands slipped under Neil’s hoodie, and he wasn’t even surprised by the abs beneath, solid and satisfying under his fingers. The muscles tensed at the touch, becoming even more pronounced. Andrew suppressed the urge to moan. Did this guy really have to be even hotter than he’d already thought?
Carefully tracing the contours of the other man's torso with his hands, not missing a single millimeter of the sculpted skin, Andrew's hands moved higher — and almost immediately encountered a scar.
Neil abruptly broke the kiss and, still breathless, said in his already raspy, now even rougher voice:
"Don’t ask."
"Okay."
Andrew understood that he’d gotten so caught up in the moment that he now needed significantly more time to catch his breath. So he buried his face in the other boy’s shoulder — surprisingly natural and comfortable, mostly thanks to their height which was not much taller than his own.
Maybe for the first time, Andrew didn’t just feel no disgust at someone else’s touch — he wanted to be even closer, to feel those touches on himself.
He could feel Neil’s chest rising and falling rapidly, and kept gently stroking his body, moving now to his shoulders. Their heartbeats didn’t seem to want to slow down and pulsed in his ears as if they were beating as one.
Andrew leaned in to kiss him again — and was immediately answered. They deepened the kiss simultaneously, tongues tangling, and Andrew pressed in closer, wanting to feel every inch, every millimeter of the other boy. His hands returned to the torso, slid to the waist, and he hadn’t even noticed when he started imagining what it’d be like — to pull that shirt off, run his tongue along those abs, draw out reactions far deeper than just a breath. Within moments, his hands were toying with the waistband of Neil’s jeans, fingers slipping just barely underneath.
Neil suddenly broke the kiss, and Andrew was about to ask what happened — when he felt the other’s lips on his neck. A sharp moan escaped his throat, which he barely managed to stifle by biting Neil’s shoulder. A wave of shivers ran down his body, and his hands gripped Neil’s waist so tightly it would probably leave bruises.
He could only be glad the music outside was loud enough to cover that. Mentally, Andrew kept replaying what just happened over and over, still frozen in surprise and seemingly not even breathing. It had been surprisingly… good.
But Neil, apparently, misread Andrew’s reaction and tried to pull away — though he was still pinned between the wall and Andrew’s body.
His heartbeat pounded not just in his ears — his whole body was buzzing with tension. Especially low in his abdomen, where heat had turned into barely contained desire.
Andrew loosened his grip — but didn’t move his hands.
"Sorry, sorry… you said no hands, so I thought… I probably shouldn’t have—"
Josten, still breathless, began to ramble, trying to apologize and explain himself. His eyes darted around, and when Andrew raised his head, meeting his gaze — which clearly conveyed so much that he could not put into words — Neil immediately fell silent.
"Continue."
Now he understood Andrew’s state correctly — or at least noticed the sensation pressing against his hips, so he didn’t ask anything else.
The next kiss was more cautious, and Neil was clearly watching Andrew closely, afraid to do something wrong. But that didn’t stop Andrew from biting the shoulder he’d exposed earlier by tugging at Neil’s sleeve. And since Andrew now knew what to expect, he managed to suppress both the moan and the shiver.
The kiss after that wasn’t so careful, and the one after — Neil bit the skin he’d previously kissed.
Now nothing could stop the shivers, and Andrew pressed even closer, lowering his head more, feeling the heat spreading from his cheeks and ears down his neck.
"No hickeys in visible places." Andrew was surprised by how weak his voice sounded.
Neil nodded, and with his hands still stuffed into his back pockets, simply kept kissing him — now moving to the other side of his neck, the kisses becoming bolder and wetter. Andrew could only breathe heavily. Neil seemed determined to kiss every bare patch of skin on his neck, not stopping for a second, drowning Andrew in pleasure. And Andrew knew — it could get even better.
This time it was Andrew who broke away suddenly, not letting Neil say a word. He yanked off his hoodie — under it was a thin black t-shirt that was clearly too big — and his armbands.
"You can touch my hair," he said on an exhale, leaning back in. The next moment, he felt Neil’s fingers cautiously running through his hair.
Not even a heartbeat passed — which now felt shared between them — before Neil kissed him on the lips. Andrew expected not that and groaned in disappointment into the kiss, tightening his grip on Neil’s forearms. Neil laughed softly into his mouth, and before Andrew could can indignant, Neil was already moving down his neck with a trail of kisses, massaging his nape with one hand and combing his hair with the other.
Andrew couldn't build up expectations, but now Neil had guessed all of Andrew's desires and hints with incredible accuracy.
Without lingering on the neck already marked with kisses, Neil moved lower and suddenly bit Andrew’s collarbone. The same wave of pleasure rolled through him as when Neil first kissed his neck. Andrew would analyze that later — now all he could focus on was Neil continuing to nibble, suck and kiss the area that had been hidden under the hoodie, trying not to react too wildly.
He was already imagining the marks blooming on his skin later — and getting even more turned on.
Now Andrew wanted to make Neil feel the same way— which touches would take his breath away, and which ones would make him unable to hold back a moan of pleasure?
Suddenly, a sharp ringing sound echoed through the room, causing Andrew to recoil sharply, surprised by his own confusion.
A moment later, he realized it was the alarm — the one he’d forgotten about. He didn’t manage to turn it off on the first try — his hands were shaking, as were his legs.
Picking up the hoodie he’d carelessly tossed earlier, Andrew barely managed to pull it back on and leaned against the opposite wall, running his fingers through his hair. His brain thoughtfully recalled how the boy now just a little more then meter away had been doing the same action.
Trying to calm his breathing, Andrew already knew the first thing he’d have to do upon leaving the room was find the bathroom in this house. He glanced at Neil and couldn’t help but notice that not only he — Neil looked even more disheveled and intoxicated by what had just happened, to the point he hadn’t even bothered adjusting his clothes.
But noticing Andrew’s gaze, he finally did.
But it didn’t erase the flush on his cheeks or make his lips look any less enticingly swollen.
The very next moment, they heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, and it was no surprise that the first to peek in was Nicky.
"Did you two just stand there the whole time?!"