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Eden’s Twilight is packed.
For a Friday, this isn’t unusual but it is annoying, especially when all Andrew wants is a certain bartender’s attention. Unfortunately, he’s too busy with all the floozies clambering for the briefest acknowledgement from the new pretty boy behind the counter.
Neil had been working at Eden’s for two weeks at that point, after Andrew talked to Roland for him. He needed a job for the summer and rather than figure it out on his own, Neil batted his long lashes and pouted at Andrew, and that was that. A week later, Neil had his first shift and Andrew had to share his hot boyfriend with a whole host of new people.
Not that Neil would ever go with any of the guys or girls who flirted with him. He is strictly a one-Andrew kind of guy, something Andrew is still trying to get used to. Being chosen. How novel.
Eventually, a spot on Neil’s side opens up and Andrew takes it before any other pathetic hopeful can.
Andrew knows his boyfriend is a catch. He doesn’t need to see other people flirt with him, though.
Slowly, Neil starts to make his way in Andrew’s direction. He’s caught by each person, some with legitimate drink orders that Neil then has to fulfill but some are only there to slide a folded bar napkin across the counter. With those, Neil unfolds the napkin in front of them, reads it, then stuffs it in the nearest half-full glass.
Harsh. But Andrew finds it hot.
Neil flicks his eyes away from the woman in front of him to where Andrew is leaning. His customer service smile becomes a fraction more genuine and he abandons the woman as soon as he puts her drink on the counter. She frowns at him but he’s already sliding down to Andrew.
“Hi,” is how Neil greets him. There’s such a disgusting amount of affection in his voice that Andrew has to stop himself from scowling at him. They’ve been together for a little over a year, he’s nowhere close to being used to this. “Are the guys here?”
Andrew nods to where his cousin, brother, and Kevin are sitting at the edge of the dancefloor, patiently waiting for Andrew to bring them drinks. They are going to be so disappointed that they won’t be arriving any time soon but Andrew can’t bring himself to care, not when the reason is getting his hands on Neil.
“The usual, then?” Neil asks, bending down to grab a tray.
“No.” Neil pauses and lifts his eyebrows. Andrew taps his fingers on the counter. “When’s your break?”
Neil doesn’t outwardly react, but straightens back up and his cheeks do get notably darker, even in the shitty light of the club. Andrew waits him out. He was almost all of Neil’s firsts, so he knows talking about sex, even under a layer of innuendo, can fluster him. Andrew would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
Especially once he gets Neil under him, and all that blushing virgin behavior vanishes.
Neil clears his throat and chances a look at the other bartender on shift. “I think Roland will let me take it in twenty.”
“No.”
“No?” Neil turns back to Andrew with an amused turn of his lips. “No, I’m not taking it in twenty or no, I don’t think?”
“You’re taking it now.”
Neil has to look away again and accidentally catches the eye of a different customer. He gestures for Andrew to wait a moment, serves the guy a beer from the tap, and then passes to go talk to Roland.
Once Andrew sees the backroom key pass between them, he abandons his spot and follows Neil.
They barely get through the door before Andrew pushes Neil up against it. He makes sure to flip the lock before he pulls Neil into a kiss by the collar of his stupid uniform shirt.
Neil opens his mouth to him without hesitation and his hands find a hold on Andrew’s biceps. That was one of the first things Andrew noticed about Neil when they started dating, how much Neil likes his arms. If he started paying a little closer attention to his weights routine after that, the only people who’d notice are the ones who benefit from it.
The kiss is hot, all need and want, and Andrew would’ve been content to just keep doing that, but when he breaks it to get air, he remembers just how much he wants his mouth on Neil.
He trails kisses along Neil’s jaw, pausing once to suck a hickey into the skin below his ear. It’d be impossible to cover before he returned to his shift. That’d show all those harlots throwing themselves at Andrew’s boyfriend.
After a quick re-affirmative yes or no, Andrew drops to his knees, mouth already watering. This is his favorite thing to do with Neil. Typically, they’re both stripped down to nothing and follow up Neil’s first orgasm with a second on Andrew’s cock, but they’re working with borrowed time here. They can get to that later.
He works Neil’s jeans down to his knees efficiently. There’s a distinct dark spot on Neil’s boxer briefs, wet with his obvious excitement. Neil’s been working here for two weeks and this is already their fourth time back here. Andrew can’t help it if he finds his boyfriend unbearably attractive mixing drinks and it’s not like Neil has ever complained about Andrew putting his mouth on him.
Above him, Neil makes an impatient noise.
Andrew hides his smirk by nipping at the soft skin of Neil’s inner thigh. Neil yelps and tries to jerk away, but he’s trapped between Andrew and the wall. Andrew latches on to the same spot and sucks out another hickey, making him gasp and his legs quiver.
Neil can be so easy.
“Andrew,” Neil whines. His hands fall to Andrew’s head but Neil doesn’t move him where he so obviously wants him.
“Someone’s needy,” Andrew teases, but he does give in a little and presses his thumb to the middle of the wet spot, right where Neil’s clit is. Still, he keeps his pace slow as he rubs circles through the fabric. Neil’s noises are just so pretty, he can’t help but try and pull as many of them out as he can.
Eventually, Andrew decides he really just really wants his mouth on his boyfriend. He moves his thumb in favor of flattening his tongue over the wetness. He’ll never get enough of Neil’s taste.
“Drew.” Neil curls his fingers in Andrew’s hair, his nail scratching lightly. “I need you.”
Andrew kisses the same spot once, twice, before murmuring, “Use your words, bunny. Tell me exactly what you need.”
Neil curses softly but he still answers. “Your mouth. I need it on me, Drew, don’t make me beg.”
“Well,” Andrew says as he tugs down Neil’s underwear. Neil is glistening in the ugly fluorescent lights, his pussy so beautifully presented and ready to be feasted upon. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Andrew gives him a teasing lick along his folds before he digs right in.
“Shit, Andrew.”
Andrew doesn’t give him a second to rest. Like Neil said, they don’t have all the time in the world, so he latches on to Neil’s clit and works him hard and dirty, even as Neil cradles his head close to his core to grind and chase his orgasm.
Andrew is more than happy to let Neil use him like this, especially when the reward is all those soft and needy grunts as Neil tries to keep quiet. Neither of them are really exhibitionists, but there is something to be said about the thrill of almost getting caught.
“Drew—ah.” Neil’s grip tightens before immediately relaxing. “I need—need more.”
Sometimes it’s just a matter of Andrew flicking his tongue a couple of times to get Neil to come, and sometimes they need to fight for it, mouths and fingers and different positions. Tonight seems to be one of those nights.
Andrew pulls back enough to slide two fingers along Neil’s cunt to probe at his hole and dives back in. He rubs in time with each curl of his tongue, pressing his fingers in more and more with each pass until he’s a knuckle deep. Neil is so wet, there’s barely any resistance.
He pushes the rest of the way in and properly fucks his fingers into Neil.
From there it doesn’t take much longer. He can feel the tension in Neil’s body racketing up to almost impossible levels, his pussy clenching tight around his fingers. Neil is so, so close. If Andrew can just—
Neil cums, and he cums hard.
“Fuck—!” He pitches forward, pulling Andrew in closer at the same time. One of his hands hits the wall, the other is gripping on to Andrew’s hair so tight, he knows Neil is going to try and apologize for it later, even though he kind of likes it.
Neil twitches with each wave of pleasure and Andrew has to pin him to the wall by his hips so he doesn’t fall but Andrew doesn’t stop. He works Neil through his orgasm, only letting up when Neil nudges his head away.
He sits back on his thighs, Neil’s hand slipping from his head.
As he waits for Neil to come back down, he rubs little circles on the inside of his knee. He’s still hard as a rock, has been since they stepped into the backroom, but he has no intention of dealing with it.
What he really wants to do is fuck Neil stupid, but even that is bit too much for a mostly-public backroom. Plus, Andrew didn’t bring any condoms with him even if that was something they’d do and as much as Andrew likes to see Neil a panting mess covered in his cum, he wouldn’t do that to him when he’s still at work.
Neil, on the other hand, gives Andrew’s lap a long, considering look. “Need a hand?” It comes out a little breathless.
Andrew waves him off. “We’ll deal with it when your shift ends.”
The promise of another round makes Neil’s eyes sparkle.
***
When he returns to the table, half an hour after he first walked off, his family is already drunk. Nicky peels off to the dancefloor after taking one of the shots Andrew showed up with and giving Andrew an exaggerated wink. Aaron gives him the nastiest glare he can while halfway sloshed before he joins Nicky. Kevin barely acknowledges him, which is as good as his normal pissy mood when he’s this full of vodka.
Andrew takes the seat that has the best view of both the dancefloor and, by total coincidence, the bar. He takes his two fingers of whiskey and settles in for the most tortuous night of his life.
The end of Neil’s shift cannot come soon enough.