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Andrew slips his fingers back into Neil and curls them upward, his own chest tightening at Neil’s shaky breath. Andrew moves his free hand to Neil’s hip, running over the road rash scar that centers the roaring in his head. Neil’s face, all scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open slightly, is a reminder that he’s enjoying this. That he wants Andrew to be here, in their too-small dorm room after a Foxes win, touching him like this.
“Neil,” Andrew says quietly, feeling infuriatingly weak, but needing to hear the response. He presses two fingers in deep and rubs them slowly against Neil’s prostate.
“Yes,” Neil moans, both a response to Andrew’s words and his touch. He twitches in Andrew’s hold. “That’s so—”
“Good,” Andrew murmurs. The word feels strange in his mouth — he’s not used to talking during sex — but with the way that Neil subtly moves back against his hand and shuts his eyes tightly like he can’t bear to do anything but feel, Andrew’s compelled to keep talking.
Neil always does that to Andrew. Makes him want to do things for him. To open up and lay himself bare just to get Neil under his hands and in his mouth and not going anywhere. To get those idiotic smiles and deer-in-the-headlights looks that mean Neil’s not used to being treated with any form of care or respect. Andrew wants to give Neil everything and that makes him need a cigarette and a bank of sand to bury his head into.
Knocking Andrew back into the present is Neil now murmuring, “More,” and reaching up to slide his hands into Andrew’s hair, pulling him down and close to kiss him. His mouth is warm and his sounds are soft and all-consuming. Andrew presses a third finger into Neil, easing him open.
Andrew doesn’t have to say anything when his mouth is occupied by Neil’s so he finishes opening him up, the only sound in the room their panting breaths and the slick and lewd noises that are inevitable. Andrew wants to laugh, but Neil’s biting down on his lower lip and the urge to do anything except chase that feeling flees his body.
Neil clenches around his fingers on every thrust and they’re not even kissing anymore, just breathing into each other’s mouths, Neil making soft whining sounds that seem involuntary. It’s pathetic. Andrew can’t get enough of it.
“Enough?” Andrew asks quietly, his voice coming out low and more affected than he planned.
He feels Neil shiver, feels a responding shudder run through himself. “Yes,” Neil breathes. He presses his face into Andrew’s neck and licks up towards his ear where he bites softly at the lobe. “Fuck me.”
Andrew’s chest is ripped open even more, somehow, at Neil asking for what he wants. It took them a while to get here and while Andrew can’t spare the time to get caught up in it now, he thinks Neil’s request will play in his mind on a loop for the next week. He clenches his jaw and digs his nails into Neil’s hip.
Removing his fingers slowly, Andrew feels Neil’s thighs shake where they’re laid open around Andrew’s waist. He lets go of Neil and slides down his body to press a kiss against his sternum, his stomach, and then the top of his left thigh.
He traces his tongue along the length of Neil’s cock, earning a choked, “Andrew!”
Andrew takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks softly, Neil’s hips bucking up enough that Andrew has to lay his arm over Neil’s hips to keep him still. Andrew shuts his eyes, taking more of Neil, relishing the weight and the taste. He’s always liked this.
One of Neil’s hands traces along Andrew’s jaw and then up into his hair, tangling his fingers into it, reminding Andrew of who he’s with, where he is. How safe he is.
Andrew tugs off Neil before he can get lost in it. He strips off his pants, letting them land on the floor next to the bed loudly and startling a laugh out of Neil. Andrew glares at him, but it doesn’t last when Neil’s asking to put the condom on him and Neil’s hands are all he can think about.
When Andrew presses into him, Neil’s thighs wrapped tightly around his hips, he fixes his eyes on Neil’s, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort. He presses forward until his hips are flush against Neil’s and he’s entirely submerged in the feeling of Neil around him. Arms encircle his neck, tugging him down. Andrew kisses him hard, lets Neil adjust to the feeling, waits until he’s ready.
Neil tugs on Andrew’s hair and nods, his chin bumping into Andrew’s. “I’m good,” he says. He slides one hand down to intertwine with one of Andrew’s. Andrew feels the scars on the back of Neil’s hand. He clings to the scarred tissue and starts to thrust forward into Neil, slowly at first, then faster as they both get used to it and Neil starts to make little sighing noises with every movement.
Thoughts a jumbled mess of Neil and sex and scars, Andrew forces himself to focus on just this. The feeling of his cock inside Neil, the sounds that Neil makes, the warm hand against his scalp and the fingers tangled with his own, the unmistakable clench in his chest, the words he’s never been able to utter out loud but that he feels with every aching breath.
Andrew’s phone buzzes in his pants where they’re crumpled on the floor. He ignores it, fucking Neil harder, moving his arms to hold himself upright against the bed for a better angle. Neil appreciates the change if his yank on Andrew’s hair is anything to go by.
The phone buzzes again.
Neil groans, but Andrew doesn’t move to pick it up. He fucks into Neil, committing each noise he gets to memory. It’s easy.
Finally, on the third buzz, Andrew slows his movements and ignores Neil’s complaint as he grabs the pants and shuffles through the fabric to tug out his phone. He sees Kevin’s name and flips it open to answer. He doesn’t pull out.
Neil’s chest rises and falls quickly as he tightens his legs around Andrew’s waist.
“Kevin,” Andrew says, both to Kevin and to Neil.
Neil’s eyes widen. He starts to move like he’s going to detangle himself from Andrew, but is stopped with a hand on his stomach. Andrew mouths, “Do you want me to stop?”
There’s a moment of tension — of hesitation. Neil shakes his head slowly. Then he rolls his hips backward and Andrew has a hard time understanding what Kevin just said to him over the phone.
“Andrew,” Kevin says, like he’s already said it a few times. “You have to come to the court.”
“Don’t have to do anything, Kevin,” Andrew says. He braces his free hand against Neil’s hip, using the hold as leverage. He thrusts into him and Neil lets out a loud, startled moan before Andrew readjusts quickly so he’s kneeling and holding himself up, Neil’s hips in the air where he’s still wrapped around Andrew. He presses a hand over Neil’s mouth. “Be quiet,” he mouths.
Kevin’s talking again, unfortunately. “Fine. Then listen to me.”
Andrew easily tunes Kevin out as he fucks Neil into the mattress. His fingers slip into Neil’s mouth to keep him quiet, wondering if Kevin can hear the soft whines that escape Neil anyway. It’s sweaty and slick and tight and Andrew’s head swims with too much. Neil’s all around him except the annoying buzz of Kevin in his ear.
But every time Neil makes a noise that’s a bit too loud, Andrew presses his fingers further into his mouth, weighing down on his tongue, giving him a look, and he knows Neil’s getting off on it. He idly wonders if it being Kevin on the phone has anything to do with that.
When Neil starts to shamelessly suck on his fingers, Andrew pulls the phone away from his ear to mute himself. He stills inside Neil, lets him grind against him in an attempt to keep going. “Don’t come,” he says.
Neil whimpers, but nods emphatically. His cheeks are flushed and Andrew wants to consume every inch of him.
Taking it slower this time, Andrew puts the phone back to his ear, still completely ignoring what Kevin’s talking about. He languidly thrusts into Neil, angling his hips and letting Neil arrange himself to the point where he’s bumping his prostate with every move.
“Want to hear what Kevin’s talking about?” Andrew asks, speeding up his thrusts.
Before Neil can answer, Andrew’s putting the call on speakerphone and dropping it on the bed next to Neil’s head. He wraps his hand around Neil’s neglected cock as Kevin’s voice cuts in, mid-sentence. “—said the pass was fucking perfect, Andrew. Neil knew exactly where I set it up for him, and—”
He notices Neil’s tells too late. Neil tenses up and he clenches around Andrew, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as he comes. Andrew immediately adapts, pressing his mouth into Neil’s jawline to kiss him there softly, fucking him through it. He works his cock through the orgasm, still pressing his fingers against Neil’s tongue.
Static runs through Andrew’s chest as Neil says his name softly, muffled around his fingers and breathless from his orgasm. He grips Andrew’s hair.
Kevin’s still fucking talking. “Coach said the pass wasn’t clean enough, could’ve been blocked, but—”
“Kevin, I’m hanging up now.”
He scoops up the phone, flipping it shut quickly, ignoring Kevin’s declaration of murdering him.
Andrew throws his phone across the room and falls forward to kiss Neil. He’s still inside him, feeling Neil twitch through the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Neil whispers into his mouth as he continues to grind back against Andrew even though he’s bound to be too sensitive at this point. “I— I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, you didn’t mean to come while Kevin was praising your name to the Exy gods?”
Neil blushes and Andrew nips at his cheek where the color is spreading.
“Surprised you kept quiet,” Andrew says slowly, kissing along Neil’s cheek and jaw and neck, anywhere he can reach. “You usually run your mouth at any possible chance.”
Moaning softly, Neil slides his hands back into Andrew’s hair. “I listen to you sometimes,” he murmurs.
“I see no evidence of that.” Andrew carefully pulls out of Neil and quickly replaces his cock with his fingers, fucking him shallowly with them. “Does the phrase don’t come mean nothing to you?”
Neil opens his mouth to argue or say something Andrew doesn’t want to hear, so he leans down to kiss him instead. He continues to fuck Neil with his fingers, drawing quiet oversensitive sounds out of him, stopping only once to ask, “Yes or no?”
He’s given a quiet “Yes” in response and Neil continues to grind back against Andrew’s hand.
There’s something inherently and annoyingly easy about touching Neil like this — getting every little noise and subtle twitch under his skin and letting it make a home there, letting Neil burrow into his bones. He knows Neil wants this. Wants Andrew.
“Andrew,” Neil breathes. “I’m going to— fuck—”
Circling the pads of his fingers along Neil’s prostate, Andrew tucks his head into Neil’s neck and kisses lightly just under his jaw. “Again?” he asks simply. He doesn’t have to say anything else to feel Neil’s face get warmer against his.
“I need—” he cuts himself off with a strangled moan, throwing his head back against the bed.
“What do you need?” Andrew asks, eager to hear it come from Neil’s lips, needing to know what he wants, and Andrew’s insides always boil whenever Neil says things like—
“Touch me.”
Andrew does, keeping his right hand at its task of taking Neil apart from the inside and wraps his left hand around Neil’s cock, leaning his body up and away so he can focus on the task. Neil’s hard again and Andrew doesn’t give him a break, moving quickly and firmly over him.
There’s a warning this time, if only barely. “I’m—”
And then Neil’s coming again, more weak this time, his body twitching and his breath catching harshly in his throat, and Andrew drinks it all in. He carefully guides Neil through it and then removes his hands, placing the back of one against Neil’s thigh, smoothing over his flushed skin.
Neil breathes heavily, eyes closed and thighs trembling. Andrew runs two of his fingers through the mess on Neil’s stomach. When Neil’s eyes flutter open again, Andrew asks the silent question with a look and Neil nods.
Andrew relaxes. He’s aware that he’s still hard and that Neil’s about to ask if he can help him, but he beats him to it, wrapping a hand around his own cock, content to lean over Neil and kiss him and let himself finish over his stomach. He shakes as he finishes and Neil runs his tongue over Andrew’s lips. Andrew hooks his cleaner hand around the back of Neil’s neck, pulling him closer.
Eventually, they get out of bed and take a shower in that small dorm room bathroom that Andrew can’t wait to graduate from. He thinks about the shower at the house in Columbia. And how nice Neil would look against those tiles.
Neil’s too tired to come again, but he gets on his knees for Andrew and he looks so pretty when he does it that Andrew presses his cock into Neil’s mouth and lets himself get lost in his heat.
He doesn’t call Kevin back until the morning.