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It was just after practice when Andrew and Neil returned to the Fox Tower. Neil was exhausted and just wanted to lie down for a few minutes and relax his aching body. Andrew went and took a shower while the striker ridded himself of his clothes and lied in their bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. When Andrew re-entered the bedroom, he saw his boyfriend splayed across the middle of the bed lying on his stomach and the grey blanket only covering the middle of his body, fast asleep. His curly hair messy with Exy and sleep. He watched him for a bit, because he rarely did so when Neil was aware of it. He liked looking at him like this. Soft and vulnerable, peaceful. He always had a thing for Neil’s legs, the runner’s legs, even though he never said so. But now that they were there, full on display he basked in the sight. He came a few silent steps closer and ghosted his calloused finger tips over one of Neil’s sculpted thighs. Neil let out a soft sound and opened his eyes a crack looking at Andrew. He was a terribly light sleeper, much like Andrew. If either of them so much as stirred on the bed at night the other one was awake in no time.
“Hey.” Neil croaked, voice still heavy with sleep.
“Hey.” Andrew emulated his word and sat beside him on the bed. Neil shifted a bit closer absent minded so that the top of his head rested against Andrew’s arm and pecked it ever so slightly. Andrew just gave him a look and said nothing. Deep within him he knew he liked it, maybe not even that deep since he let Neil do it without tearing his head off. He slid a bit lower so that their faces were almost at the same level and pecked Neil’s forehead. Neil wasted no time and lifted himself up so that he could kiss Andrew’s mouth. It was soft and not cracked like it usually was. He even didn’t taste like cigarettes, he tasted like himself and Neil liked it. He liked it when Andrew tasted like himself and there was no hint of smoke or alcohol lingering on his lips. He like the way he smelled right after he got out of the shower, he smelled like the shower gel they both shared and again himself. His blond hair was wet, which Neil only realised when he ran a hand through it as their kisses got hungrier.
“You had a wet dream, Josten?” Andrew said in a pretend mocking voice.
“Why do you ask?” Neil eyed him curiously.
“Well because you’re already hard.” Andrew continued. Neil went red in the face and down to his chest. Yes, he got excited just kissing him, but Andrew never pointed it out in such way. “It’s okay.” Andrew said. “I like it that I get you so excited.” He admitted not looking at Neil and wanted to dismiss the situation with another hungry attack on Neil’s lips, but Neil pulled him away by the wet locks his fingers where laced through.
“What?” he said startled. “You heard me the first time. You know I don’t like repeating myself.” And then he put his mouth to better use attacking Neil’s lips once more. After a bit, Neil was wide awake and kissing and bruising Andrew’s neck, for everyone to see.
“Yes or no?” Andrew got out. “Uhm.” Neil agreed, still sucking a spot into Andrew’s tender flesh. He soothed it with his tongue before Andrew lied him on his back. He started slowly running his hands down Neil’s torn chest. He never once took his eyes from the scars he was running over. Feeling the ridges and the curves with his fingers for a thousandth time. Even though he never admitted it out loud he loved the way they made Neil look and he wouldn’t want him any other way. He took his sweet time with the teasing.
“Come on.” Neil grunted already frustrated. Andrew took a deep breath and lied very close to Neil. So close that Neil could feel his heartbeat through Andrew’s chest tightly pressed into his arm. He could feel Andrew’s hot breath on his neck where it tickled him when he let it out. He shivered under the sensation. Even more so when Andrew wrapped his fingers around his cock. He inhaled sharply and let his head fall back a bit. He was so overwhelmed by the closeness. It was even more stimulating than the actual hand stroking him up and down in a skilled manner. Neil didn’t know what inflicted it, but was happy about it anyway. Neil was breathing heavily, his stomach clenching and his whole body burning. His eyes squeezed close, his hands gripping the white cotton sheets beneath the pair to ground himself. “Sh.” Andrew kept whispering between the soft kisses he lied on Neil’s collar bone. It was more praise than scolding to keep him quiet. He liked when Neil let him know he was enjoying this. He liked seeing how he took him apart just using his hand. And in a few moments Neil came violently, with a cry, all over Andrew’s hand. Andrew sat upright and fished tissues from the nightstand drawer. He cleaned himself and Neil off. And just as he was about to stand up Neil croaked:
“Stay.” It came out more like a breathless whisper but Andrew understood it just right. He took a deep breath and then resumed his position on the bed, letting Neil’s head rest against his shoulder. When Neil gained his composure again he turned to his stomach again and started kissing Andrew’s neck. He enjoyed their new-found closeness. Andrew rarely stayed in bed right after an act like this and Neil lived for the moments when he did. Neil wanted to give him everything in the world even though Andrew always said he wanted nothing. Neil would bring heavens down if it made him happy, he would carry mountains on his shoulders if that’s what he wanted. Neil felt Andrew’s breath hitch in his throat when he came over a very sensitive spot right under Andrew’s ear.
“I want to make you feel good.” Neil whispered against the other boy’s skin, his breath hot and heavy with excitement.
“This is good.” The goalie answered and took another deep breath.
“No love, I want to get you off.” The pet name rolled off Neil’s tongue easier every time he used it. And Andrew didn’t mind, he actually used it himself sometimes, coming from him it was more of a mocking thing, but he secretly liked it as well, but he’d be dead before he’d admit it. Andrew didn’t say anything for a while. Thinking it all over.
“Yes or no Andrew?” Neil said looking him dead in the face, even though Andrew’s eyes were closed shut. Instead of an answer he took Neil’s hand and with eyes still shut he put it on his abdomen where Neil could feel the muscles underneath his shirt.
“No lower than this.” He whispered and then undid his fly and the few buttons on his skin tight black jeans. He then pulled his pants lower to free himself from the cloth restraining him. It wasn’t the first-time Neil saw him, but it always felt like that anyway.
“Yes or no?” Neil said again. He was very aware of the intensity of the moment and how much he was stepping over the line with this. He always was and he wanted to make sure it was alright every time.
“Y-yes.” Andrew stuttered giving himself a few experimental tugs. He was working himself up and Neil was very grateful for the new vulnerability Andrew granted him. He kissed him just the way Andrew liked it on his neck and jaw and face and mouth. And let his hand just there on his stomach where Andrew guided it. His breath was getting harder by the second. And when he was nearing the end he got hold of Neil’s wrist on his belly and guided it to wrap around his own fingers that were pleasuring him.
“Just this.” He got out. Neil was so thankful for how far Andrew was willing to go tonight. He didn’t know what triggered it, but Andrew probably didn’t know himself. Maybe it was just a good day.
“Okay?” Neil couldn’t hold back the question.
“Mm.” Andrew let out, not being able to form coherent words overwhelmed by the moment. And just like this he finished all over himself and Neil. There wasn’t a grunt or a moan or a cry like Neil’s. There was just the exhale, of the breath both of them didn’t notice he was holding. Neil pulled his hand away and snatched a few more tissues from the nightstand cleaning himself up and handing a couple to Andrew to sort himself out as well. He put his head back on the pillow and watched Andrew’s back while he cleaned up. He was half expecting him to leave but he was very thankful that he took his spot on the bed with him again, once more letting Neil’s head to rest on the top of his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be the death of me Josten.” He sighed and kissed the top of Neil’s head in a silent thank you.
“Well either me or somebody else you piss off on the court and they’ll do your head in with the racquet.” Neil chuckled.
“110.” Andrew murmured into the auburn head of hair.