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It had been one of those mornings. Raindrops against the window, the warmth of two bodies pressed against one another.
Instead of his typical alarm telling him it was time for a run, Neil woke to the feather light touch of fingertips tracing across his stubbled jawline. His naked body tangled in the sheets, he couldn’t help the shiver the ran down his spine when Andrew’s thumb trailed down his neck, over his Adam’s apple. Even as years had passed, Neil still loved these lazy mornings where they would both wake up safe, in bed together, touching each other like it was the first time. He loved how Andrew’s hands had memorized every inch of his body, especially the particular inches that sent waves of pleasure through every nerve in his body. Deciding he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, Neil pretended to sleep just a little longer as Andrew’s fingers moved to trace the scars decorating his cheeks.
The movement of fingers stopped leaving Neil a little restless. “I know you’re awake, Bunny. You’re a terrible liar,” Andrew deadpanned, taking Neil’s chin in his hand, turning his head so Andrew could see his face fully. Neil cracked one eye open with a sheepish grin, melting at Andrew’s sleep tousled hair and drowsily lidded eyes.
“Morning,” he responded with a voice hoarse from sleep.
Andrew responded with a slightly raised eyebrow that Neil recognized for the question it was. His yes was a smile that spread across his face wide and wider as Andrew pushed him over, climbing on top of him. He took Neil’s wrists pinning his hands above his head. The younger man practically purred, arching his body toward his partner as kisses were trailed down his neck, slowly and very deliberately in all the places Neil liked best.
“Fuck, Drew,” Neil gasped when Andrew rolled a taut nipple between his teeth. He had hardly been awake for three minutes and every ounce of blood in his body was convening in his dick. “I want… can I touch you?” It was supposed to be a perfectly normal question that came across much more like a desperate plea.
Licking a wet stripe from the base of his sternum, up his throat until his teeth gently bit Neil’s chin, Andrew took a moment to stare at the man entirely at his mercy. To anyone else it would look as though Andrew was bored out of his mind, but Neil saw the mischief in his eyes letting out an involuntary whimper. “No. Hands to yourself.”
Neil wiggled a little in disapproval but, as always, respected Andrew’s boundaries, perfectly content to watch and let Andrew take him apart inch by inch. And it seemed that was exactly Andrew’s plan as he touched and kissed every part of Neil that would set his skin on fire.
Andrew was sucking on the skin of Neil’s hip, hands wandering excruciatingly close to his rigid cock, though not close enough. It was this moment that King decided to jump on the bed, announcing it was breakfast time with a ghastly yowl. Andrew stopped what he was doing, releasing Neil’s hands and Neil’s head shot up to glare at his cat. She fixed him with an intense gaze against which he knew he would never win. That, and Andrew was a big softie for the damn animal.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered to her as he scratched under her chin. She leaned her little head into his hand and began purring as loud as a 747 jet engine, all the while making direct eye contact with Neil. Furry bastard, Neil thought. “Do you require food?” And with that Andrew climbed off of Neil and pulled a shirt over his muscled chest leaving Neil cold, alone and very hard. On his way out the door he turned back to look at Neil. In his best attempt to lure his partner back to bed, Neil gave the poutiest face he could muster. Andrew only gave the smallest smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing to Neil, and left the room.
Groaning, Neil buried his face in Andrew’s pillow and tried to think about exy stats until he was calm enough to get out of bed.
The day didn’t improve by much.
Practice on Thursdays began at the gym. Neil typically used this as an opportunity for more cardio with a little bit of weight lifting. In his orange running shorts that Andrew frequently told him were too short and a team t-shirt, he climbed onto the treadmill and began to run.
Most of the guys on the team wore t-shirts or skipped the shirt altogether while they worked out. Then there was Andrew. Andrew wore a black tank top that hugged every muscle like it was painted on. Usually in the gym Neil could keep himself under control. When it came to exy, he was hyper focused on being the best striker he could be whether that be on the court or preparing to be on the court. While Andrew, and only Andrew, always looked sexy to Neil, he could generally ignore his attraction when he needed to. But after a painful morning of teasing, Neil was left with a semi watching Andrew lift more than one and a half times his body weight in skin tight clothing. In short, it was pure torture.
He tried to focus on running but couldn’t stop looking in the mirror in front of him that gave him a perfect view of Andrew’s ass. For the first time in years he found himself actually winded while running. Andrew was doing a particularly deep set of squats with 350 pounds resting on his shoulders like it was nothing at all. Neil’s eyes were glued to the tight muscles flowing up his legs to his perfectly tight ass, clearly visible beneath the tight black spandex that stopped half way down his thighs. They were Neil’s favorite of Andrew’s workout shorts but Andrew hardly ever wore them, preferring to wear looser clothing at the gym.
“You alright, Josten?” Neil didn’t hear the starting backliner, Greg, over the thumping pulse of his heart. “Josten?” When he didn’t respond a third time a probing finger jabbed into his arm. Instinctively he made to swing at his teammate. Fortunately, he was fast enough to catch Neil’s fist in his palm. “What the fuck, dude? What’s going on with you?”
Neil, affronted, looked at him like he was crazy. He was running, like he always did. Nothing weird about that. Greg’s mouth fell open, dumbfounded. “You were white knuckling that machine like my grandma driving her car in traffic on a Monday afternoon. You okay?”
He let go of Neil’s fist and the striker shook it off and pushed sweaty locks of hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” Neil responded dismissively and wandered off to get water, ignoring Greg’s concerned stare.
Neil grabbed a bottle of cold water from the team fridge and splashed some on his face before taking a long drink. The cold felt good, just what he needed to stop thinking about Andrew for a moment. He took a few deep breaths, successfully calming himself down. Everything was getting back to normal, he planned to head to the opposite side of the gym where he couldn’t see Andrew—then he heard Patty’s voice. He couldn’t stand Patty. The guy had got it in his mind that he was going to crack Andrew’s tough exterior, make him smile, and on one occasion he swore he’d get Andrew to sleep with him by the end of the season.
The team didn’t know Andrew and Neil were together, had been together since college. It wasn’t that they hid it, they just didn’t advertise it. Their coach knew and the PR team knew, but as far as Neil and Andrew were concerned, it was none of anyone else’s business. Unfortunately, this resulted in the occasional awkward experience for one or both of them when new players joined the team. Patty was one such annoyance. On multiple occasions Neil had wanted to punch his lights out, if only it wouldn’t land him in temporary probation. He could also call up his connections and see about arranging a disappearance… it was definitely something he’d considered.
In all reality, Patty was harmless, just incredibly annoying.
“Wow, Andrew! This has got to be the most you’ve ever benched. Here— I’ll spot you,” the annoyingly tall man stepped up behind Andrew, who was laying on the bench pressing an obscene amount of weight up over his head. It was a rule that anyone doing bench presses was required to have a spotter but Andrew had successfully scared off anyone who ever tried that wasn’t Neil. It wasn’t in Andrew’s nature to trust just anyone or allow himself to be in a vulnerable state like that with a relative stranger watching over him. Neil had to bite back a laugh as he saw the slightest change in Andrew’s expression that let Neil know he was on the verge of murder.
Without stopping his reps, in a low voice, a voice Andrew well knew sent Neil into quite a state, he looked right up into Patty’s eyes from his place on the bench and said, “If you don’t step back in three seconds I will rip both of your arms off and have zero regrets about it.”
Neil physically had to sit down. For some reason, Andrew threatening people in that deep voice of his made him dizzy with lust. He took another long drink from the bottle in his hands desperate for some kind of relief. Andrew was continuing to lift the weight up over his head, his biceps bulging, making Neil want to trace the shape of them with his tongue. His mouth was dry as a desert in the middle of summer and Neil knew he desperately needed to get fucked.
“Oh, Andrew. You’re so funny,” Patty laughed, not moving even a little. In fact, he stepped ever so slightly closer. Andrew’s glare turned from daggers to a semi automatic weapon. Racking the barbell, he swung both legs to one side of the bench and stood. He was a good foot and a half shorter than Patty but Neil knew he could throw the man across the room if he wanted to. And of course, the knives in his bands.
Which of course, was the direction he went with this little scene. He pulled one of his smaller knives out, pushing Patty up against the wall. The tip, regularly sharpened, pressed lightly against the underside of Patty’s chin. The taller man’s breathing became shallow and he tilted his head back in attempt to put distance between him and the blade. “Tell me I’m funny again, Patrick.”
Neil wiped the sweat off his brow and told himself to look away but he couldn’t stop watching. Thankfully no one else was paying attention to violence taking place in their gym so Neil could enjoy it for what it was. He knew Andrew wouldn’t hurt Patty unless there was a real threat, which Patty most certainly was not. So Neil sat back and watched the show with a little too much glee.
“I’m sorry! I just… I thought it was dangerous to lift alone. You know… the… the rules. I didn’t—“
“Shut up,” Andrew sheathed the knife, already bored of this interaction and turned to walk away, letting Patty free. But before he was out of earshot he said without looking back, “For the record, I’m spoken for. Try hitting on me again and it won’t go so well for you.” With that, Andrew moved toward the showers and Neil got up and followed him eagerly, his whole body hot with desire.
“Andrew,” Neil breathed his name like a prayer after he shut the door to the locker room, only to find Andrew already taking off his shoes and socks.
With a nearly unreadable glance, Andrew raised one eyebrow and said, “Take a shower, junkie. You stink.” The goalie peeled off his tank top slowly, baring his sweaty, muscular chest. He threw the drenched tank top at his boyfriend and continued toward the showers.
His shorts dropped to the floor soundlessly, leaving Andrew completely naked. “Staring,” he called back to Neil as he turned on one of the shower heads and fuck if he wasn’t absolutely correct. How could Neil not stare at the body Andrew begrudgingly worked so hard to maintain? Five feet of pure muscle and spite— he was the sexiest human Neil had ever seen and he bodily ached for him.
“Andrew— come on,” Neil begged, stripping off his own clothes hoping to join Andrew in the shower. They had left the rest of the team in the gym as they typically did to ensure a private shower and they would likely be working out for at least another twenty minutes. They had time.
Facing away from him Andrew asked, “What do you want, Neil?” His head dropped forward so the water ran in rivulets down his strong back, dipping down between his ass cheeks. Neil gripped the wall for support. “You want me to bend you in half and fuck you against the wall until you’re screaming so loud the others come running in here thinking someone finally had the good sense to murder you?”
Without turning around Andrew began to lather his body, his hands touching every inch of his bare skin. Neil fell back against the cold tile and audibly whined watching the muscles in Andrew’s arms flex as he washed himself. He turned around, looked directly at Neil and let the water wash the soap from his chest, suds traveling down his torso to his—Neil thought he would cry at the sight of Andrew’s fully erect dick, straining and ready for him. He pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to Andrew who held up a hand in warning.
“Not today, Bunny.”
Neil forced himself into the shower across from Andrew and made sure the water was ice cold.
Just when Neil thought it couldn’t get any worse—
It was a statistical fact that Andrew was the best goalie in the league. Kevin was really the only striker in the American League that could give Andrew a run for his money. That’s not to say they never lost a game, but they never lost a game on Andrew’s account. It was for this reason and this reason only that coaches bothered to put up with him. Much the way he had in college, Andrew rarely put forth any effort during practice, frequently letting balls fly past him and light the goal up red.
Today was not one of those days.
Neil didn’t know what side of the bed Andrew had woken up on, but he seemed hell bent on making Neil as miserable (read: horny) as possible. One after the other he knocked balls back to their teammates, putting up an actual fight. There was drive in his eyes and he refused to let anyone score. Even Neil couldn’t get a single shot passed him for the entirety of practice. He wasn’t entirely sure if that was because of Andrew’s skill or the currently very pent up, frustrated state that Neil was in.
He found himself regularly needing to adjust his shorts to account for the unfortunately growing arousal that would not quit while Andrew was displaying such incredible prowess on the court. There were few things as sexy as Andrew letting the full force of his skill run rampant on the exy court. The angrier his teammates got with their inability to score against their strangely participatory goalie, the more desperate Neil was to get home. Andrew, at this point, was clearly playing some sick kind of mind games with him and he was eager to see it through to the finish— hopefully a big, hard, screaming finish.
Of course, Andrew had other plans—
The ride home from the court was excruciating. Neil was antsy, he kept shifting in his seat, rolling the window down, tucking a leg up under himself, putting it back on the floor, leaning on the door, laying his seat back. Andrew was the very picture of calm indifference. On a normal day, which this was clearly not, Andrew would have put a hand on Neil’s thigh to settle him, but as far as Neil was concerned, Andrew was actively ignoring him. He sighed heavily and pulled out his phone hoping for distraction but found it impossible to focus on anything in that moment. Finally, he settled for staring at Andrew. It didn’t help his situation, but looking at Andrew was better than fidgeting until he got kicked out of the car.
As soon as the front door clicked shut he asked, “Yes or no, Andrew?”
He dropped his bag next to the couch and walked to their bedroom, Neil hot on his heels. “I have a different proposition,” he turned around abruptly and Neil ran right into him. Both hands on Neil’s chest, Andrew pushed him back just slightly. The contact was what Neil had been craving all day and he leaned heavy into Andrew’s hands soaking in the warmth of them.
“Anything,” he breathed.
Andrew pushed on his boyfriend’s chest, fingers digging into the fabric just a little and walked him backwards until he was at the arm of the couch. Then he pushed a little harder and Neil fell, with a laugh on his lips, backwards onto the plush cushions. Andrew crawled on top of him but didn’t touch him anywhere or put any weight on him. “Let’s play a game, Bunny.”
Neil’s hands were trapped at his side but Andrew was so close he could feel the ghost of his warmth all across his body. He arched up trying to meet him but Andrew planted a firm hand in the middle of his chest keeping him down. “What kind of game?”
“I’m going to touch you, Neil. Yes?” Neil nodded a very fervent yes. “Good. And you’re going to touch me- anywhere you want.” Immediately his hands shot up and held Andrew’s face bringing him down for a kiss. “No, no, no. No kissing,” Andrew commanded, turning his head to the side to avoid Neil’s lips. “Absolutely no kissing on the lips. That’s the game. Whoever kisses first is the loser.”
“The loser?” Neil was too busy touching Andrew’s hair, his neck, his broad, beautiful shoulders.
“Yes. If you win, we’ll go on that stupid exy tour of Europe when the season is over,” Neil’s eyes lit up, blue meeting hazel when their eyes locked. “Shut up, junkie. If I win, you have to get me ice cream whenever and wherever we are, anytime of day or night, until the end of the season.”
So that was what this had been about. All day Neil had been tortured just because of one time in the middle of the night Neil refused to drive 30 minutes to the closest open convenience store on Thanksgiving to get Andrew ice cream. Neil pulled Andrew down until he was just a breath away, looked into his eyes and whispered, “You’re on, Minyard. I’ll destroy you.”
“I’m sure you will,” Andrew deadpanned before taking Neil’s upper lip between his teeth. He pulled for a moment before he sat up, fully sitting on Neil’s denim trapped erection. The redhead groaned but ran his hands up Andrew’s thighs at the same time. He rolled his hips down onto Neil as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up his body. Neil’s fingers dug into the creases behind Andrew’s knees where his legs bent back.
“Fuck, Drew,” Neil whined. Andrew threw his shirt on the floor and stripped off his arm bands, baring his most intimate self for Neil to see. “No kissing on the lips, right? And I can touch you anywhere?”
Andrew nodded, leaning back down to nip at Neil’s neck right below his ear. “Anywhere,” he purred.
A callused hand on his shoulder, Neil ran his fingers over the muscles he’d been dying to touch all day, across his forearm and down to Andrew’s hand. He turned his head to the side and brought Andrew’s arm to his mouth where he kissed the scars left by a man desperate to prove to himself he could feel. His kisses were so reverent and tender Andrew could hardly stand it. A knot formed in his throat and he needed to eradicate it immediately.
Andrew dropped his head to Neil’s shoulder and began to suck a hickey into the skin winning a sharp gasp from his partner. Neil had stopped kissing his arm so he took the opportunity to turn Neil back towards him with a steady hand guiding his jaw. He brought his mouth just above Neil’s as though he would kiss him. He did not. He wouldn’t given in so easily.
Andrew knew he had been torturing Neil all day. What Neil probably didn’t realize, was that in the process, he’d been torturing himself. Neil naked in bed that morning? If the cat hadn’t come he wasn’t sure he would have followed through with his plan to leave Neil wanting him. Neil running on the treadmill in those shorts, those stupid fucking short shorts that showed every hairy inch of Neil’s lean, runner’s legs? Andrew had tried to throw those shorts out on multiple occasions. He’d seen how other men and women stared at him and he hated it, especially since he stared at Neil the very same way when he wore them. He couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. And then there was Neil whining in the shower, naked and desperate, showering directly across from him as though it wouldn’t have any effect on him at all. It took every ounce of self control not to grab Neil right there and fuck him against the wall as he had said. Finally, the restless fuck couldn’t sit still in the car for even a second. Andrew had been one second away from pulling the car over on the side of the road and fucking him on the hood before he finally sat still and settled on staring.
Needless to say, it had been a long day for both of them, and while this challenge was proving difficult on both ends, Andrew really fucking wanted ice cream whenever the hell he desired it. He had no intention of losing this one. “Neil,” he murmured practically against the other man’s lips. He ground down against Neil again and he opened his mouth in another gasp. Andrew continued on this path but Neil turned his head to the side to avoid kissing him.
Neil grinned where he was trying to hide his face in the couch and trailed his hands down Andrew’s chest. Andrew was like an un-breachable fortress, but Neil knew all cracks in his walls, exactly where to push to get him to break down. Neil rolled one nipple between his fingers and pulled on the silver bar through the other. Andrew bit his cheek and Neil knew he was winning.
Neil was playing dirty. So could Andrew. When Neil let go Andrew got up and stood with his arms across his chest. “Clothes off. Now.”
Like this was some kind of punishment? Neil did as he was bid with a smile on his face. By the time he wriggled out of his jeans, Andrew was naked and pulling Neil up into a sitting position with his back against the couch. Climbing onto his lap, Andrew took both of their leaking cocks in his hand and began a painfully languid stroke up and down, his lips just touching Neil’s cheek in an open mouthed gasp of his own. “I know you want to kiss me, Neil.” He licked Neil’s upper lip slowly in time with his hands. “You want my tongue in your throat, you want to moan into my mouth as I fuck you. Do you want to scream for me, Neil?”
Andrew could see the tension in Neil’s jaw as he tried so hard not to kiss Andrew. “Drew—“ he begged bucking up into Andrew’s hand. It was that moment, of course, Andrew let go and Neil nearly cried from the loss of friction. He was finally getting what he wanted, finally had Andrew in his lap, touching his neglected dick and just like that it was gone again. Neil’s head fell heavy against Andrew’s collarbone. “Drew,” he cried again. “I want you so bad it hurts. All day. Every second has been torture.”
Lifting Neil’s head off his shoulder, Andrew took his face gently in his hands, bringing him close enough to kiss. “All you have to do is kiss me, and I’ll give you everything you want, bunny.”
Crushing his lips against Andrew’s he no longer cared about the game, all he wanted was Andrew and he wanted him right now. The kiss was rough and messy, but neither man cared. Neil pressed every inch of his skin against Andrew’s, who was tracing the scars across his back. He rocked against Neil, relieving the tension just a little, making his heart race even faster. Neil couldn’t get enough of anything, he needed so much more. He didn’t want to break the kiss as Andrew’s tongue was exploring his mouth but he was going to die without Andrew inside him. “Fuck me, Andrew,” he begged into Andrew’s mouth.
“Need lube,” Andrew said without bothering to stop. He kept kissing Neil like they hadn’t seen each other in years. As his hands wandered across Neil’s skin, he moved until his feet touched the ground before standing, pulling Neil up with him. Without breaking the kiss he walked Neil toward their bedroom. It was awkward and they nearly tripped on Sir sleeping in their doorway. By the time Andrew made it to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, Neil was laughing into Andrew’s mouth and Neil could feel the faintest hint of a smile across Andrew’s lips.
A small bottle in his hand, Andrew finally broke the kiss long enough to hoist Neil up, his legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist, his arms curled tightly around muscular shoulders. “God it’s hot when you do this.”
Andrew grunted in response and slammed Neil’s back against the wall a little harder than he intended, but Neil kissed him anyways and with gusto. His hands ran through Andrew’s hair nearly distracting him from the task at hand. Using his considerable strength and the leverage of Neil propped against the wall, he let go and squirted some lube into his hand, coating his fingers. The bottle thumped as it hit the floor. “Ready, bunny?” Andrew asked as he slicked up his cock with one hand, his other running down the crease of Neil’s ass.
A moan fell from Neil’s lips, his head banging back against the wall as Andrew circled his entrance. “Yes, god, yes, Andrew.” He tried to fuck himself down onto Andrew’s finger, whining when he failed.
“Am I god today?” Andrew asked as he lifted Neil a little higher and sunk two fingers deep inside him.
“Fuck! Always—“ he cried breathlessly.
Andrew loved the sounds he could tear from Neil’s throat in pleasure. He was beautiful with sweat sliding down his chest, his hands in Andrew’s hair, and the little gasps he made every time Andrew thrust his fingers inside of him.
Adding a third finger, Andrew realized Neil was too close to the edge as the other man retreated one hand from his hair down to his own cock. Andrew took this as a sign and withdrew all his fingers. “Not until I say you can,” he commanded as he took Neil’s reaching hand and draped it over his own shoulder. He whined, Andrew knew he would.
“Then fuck me already,” he begged.
Andrew was more than happy to oblige. He lined himself up, curled his arms up under Neil’s knees, fingers digging into his thighs, and slammed into him.
That’s when Neil screamed. Andrew was grateful they had had the good sense to get a house instead of a condo like most of the players on the team. It was a little further out from the court than either of them liked, but it meant Neil could be as loud as he wanted to be, as loud as Andrew could get him without causing concern with the neighbors.
Neil’s grip tightened around Andrew’s neck. He knew Andrew would never drop him but he needed to hang on or his body would turn to jelly. His back was sweaty and slipping where he was pressed against the wall, but Andrew caught it right away and slid one arm under his lower back for support as he fucked into him at a punishing pace.
“Drew— ah, fuck,” Neil groped around until he successfully pulled Andrew’s face to his, kissing him sloppily as he made every attempt to rock his body to meet Andrew’s thrusts. His moans were muffled by Andrew’s tongue in his mouth, licking his lips, tasting every bit of Neil he could.
Andrew broke the kiss, dropping his mouth to the side of Neil’s neck, sucking the skin there, just high enough it would be seen above his team jersey. Neil was his and he was Neil’s. He didn’t care who knew.
“Drew, I’m—“ Andrew picked up the pace a little faster and Neil moaned and gasped to match.
Grabbing Neil’s arm and pulling it off from around his neck, Andrew said through ragged breath, “Touch yourself, Neil.”
It was moments later, after only a few quick jerks of his wrist that Neil was coming all over his own chest, hot streaks of cum painting him like a Jackson Pollock.The most beautiful cry of pleasure tore out of Neil’s throat as he came and in one more rough thrust Andrew was coming inside of him, his legs and arms shaking.
Andrew held Neil against the wall a moment longer, his forehead falling to Neil’s collarbone. Both men were panting heavily, sweat slick bodies feeling stickier by the minute.
Lightly, Neil stroked his fingers through Andrew’s hair and dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re amazing, Drew.”
Andrew huffed dismissively and lifted Neil off of his softening dick before carefully helping him stand on his own. Taking in the sex dazed sight of his partner, Andrew said, “You’re disgusting. Take a shower.”
Neil only smiled and took Andrew’s hand in his, “Join me?” And of course Andrew followed.
When they were both clean and dressed in sweats, curled up on the couch with cats perched on the back of the sofa where they could swat at the long strands of Neil’s hair, Andrew leaned in toward Neil and said two words—“Ice cream.”
“It was worth it, you know,” he explained as he got up and slipped his feet in a pair of sandals, putting his wallet in his pocket. “That kiss would have been worth being your ice cream boy for years, and here, I only have to do it for 4 months.” He gave Andrew his own two fingered salute and slipped out the door.
King jumped down from the back of the couch and curled up in Andrew’s lap. Gently he ran his hands through her multicolored fur and thought about how glad he was that Neil had kissed him first. If his words hadn’t done the trick, Andrew knew he would have caved if Neil hadn’t. He picked up his book from he coffee table and opened it to the dogeared page marking his place.
Twenty minutes later when Neil came back with ice cream and two spoons, Andrew pretended not to see him and kept reading. Neil plopped inelegantly next to him on the couch once more and switched the tv on to watch the game Kevin’s team was playing that evening. In seconds he was completely enthralled, his eyes glued to the screen watching Kevin score point after point- it never got old, he really was the best striker in the game.
A little tap on his knee took Neil out of it. He looked down at his knee to see Andrew’s hand resting on top of his orange sweatpants with two tickets between his fingers to the Exy Tour of Europe and Neil’s grin reached his ears. That day, they had both won.