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Neil knocked on Abby's door. She swung it open with a smile that quickly turned into a concerned look, "Neil! I didn't expect you today. Is something wrong?"
Neil shook his head, "No. Everything's f-" He cut himself off, trying to find the right words, "I'm good. I just didn't know who else to come to."
Abby raised her eyebrows in surprise, but quickly schooled her expression. She waved him in to her office, shutting the door behind him with a decisive click.
"What can I do for you?" Neil fiddled with his armbands, unsure why he was hesitating.
No one else even knew he was here. He'd left the dorms like he was going on his regular morning run, content to let the others make their assumptions. Andrew might have an inkling that something was different, but only because he'd been the one to wake at 3 am when Neil snuck out to the bathroom smelling like arousal.
Neil still wasn't used to the dreams that left him aching in his boxers. He definitely wasn't used to the sight of Andrew on his knees aggressively offering to take care of his problem. He hoped he was never used to that, never ignorant to the privilege of Andrew's touch and Andrew's trust.
So, it's not like Neil was hesitating out of shamed over his desire for Andrew, or even really embarrassed by what he wanted to ask.
It had been more than a year since Abby and the Foxes learned that Andrew and Neil would do anything for each other. More than a year since Andrew had gone feral in Baltimore and Neil had commanded the FBI to stand down.
The scenting had only sealed the deal, and then three weeks later Nicky had caught a dazed Neil stumbling out of Andrew's dorm with a still bleeding bite to his shoulder. The rest was history.
"Neil?" Abby prompted, concern returning to her brow. Neil dropped his hands to his chair, suddenly aware that he'd been subtly scenting his armbands the entire time.
"I want Andrew to fuck me." He looked right in her eyes as he said it.
To Abby's credit, her concern only fell away to reveal a mask of professionalism. Neil had expected that. He didn't think Abby, or any of the Foxes really, cared about the fact that Andrew and him were both alphas. They were all more surprised to find out Andrew was capable of feeling, and Neil was capable of honesty.
Though, Neil thought the rest of the world could take their cues from his team, even if the insinuation that Andrew was a soulless monster had him snapping his fangs. Then again, Neil didn't care about the double takes or the staring, not when it was due to the aggressive mixing of their scents or the evidence of fangs on his skin.
He liked it, even, the knowledge that everyone knew who they belonged to.
"Not that I'm unhappy you came to me, Neil, but why not-"
"Why not Dr. Dobson?" Neil interrupted, but Abby didn't seem to mind, motioning him to go on.
"I'm not having a crisis because I'm an alpha who wants to get fucked," he continued.
He's sure the truth of that desire would send any number of alphas spiraling, but Neil wasn't one of them. "I just need to know how to prepare. I couldn't find any resources about it."
It was a last resort to come to Abby, but his dream last night had pushed him over the edge. In the dream, Andrew had opened him carefully, near reverent, with thick fingers and a flat tongue. He'd rolled Neil on to his stomach, held him down with strong arms and forced him to take his cock with a snarl.
It hadn't been easy even in the dream. Andrew wasn't quite as long as Neil, but he was as thick as the rest of him. His body wasn't built to adjust to a cock like that, and it definitely couldn't slick up like an omega's.
Neil's mouth practically watered at the challenge of it. God did he want it.
Neil wanted to see the look on Andrew's face when he finally pushed all the way in. He wanted to feel the difference between Andrew's warmth and the few fingers he'd used on himself.
So. Abby.
Abby sighed, "I wasn't planning to give a sex ed course on less conventional dynamics today. I'm assuming you don't need a refresher on the general idea?" Neil shook his head despite the fact he'd never taken a sex-ed course in his life.
Abby nodded like this was suddenly doable, "Okay, we're going to start with how much lube you'll need and go from there."
The repurposed box of heat aids was burning a hole underneath his bed. Abby was very clear that Neil would have to take it slow, and to come see her if he ever injured himself. Neil wouldn't be doing that, but he'd nodded along to keep Abby's mind at ease.
She'd put three dildos in the bonafide care package, and Neil was tempted to skip the first size and go straight to the second. The only reason he hadn't is because he didn't have the time or space.
If Andrew knew, it wouldn't be an issue. They could go to Columbia for all the privacy in the world, but Neil hadn't told him, not yet. Mostly, he didn't want Andrew to feel pressured into doing something before he was ready just because Neil wanted it.
There was another, rather loud part of him that preened at the idea of surprising him, of showing him how good he could be, how perfect for Andrew. He wanted to prove himself, so that Andrew knew he could keep trusting him, keep touching him, keep being touched.
He'd confided to Abby privately that his goal was to join Andrew's ruts eventually, but that was a long ways away. Still, the thought of taking Andrew's dick had Neil's scent flaring before he reeled it in.
Andrew's eyes jerked to Neil's from his spot on the desk. He hadn't touched a cigarette since September, but he still spent long moments gazing out their cracked window.
Neil walked closer, drawn in by the gravitational pull of Andrew's stare. Andrew spread his legs, just enough that when Neil stood between them they brushed distractedly against his own.
Neil's eyes flicked down and then up. He swallowed drily at the knowing look on Andrew's face.
Neil leaned down slightly, enough to nuzzle Andrew's nose with his own. Andrew huffed, but brought his hands up to curl in Neil's hair.
"Something you want?" His words caressed Neil's cheek.
Neil hummed, a long drawn out sound that morphed into a low rumble. Andrew guided Neil to his neck in a move that had quickly become second nature. The rumble in his chest grew louder as Neil rubbed his cheek and neck across the scent gland. It reminded him of the pine forest he'd often escape to in Germany, as well as the amber incense his mother used to burn.
It was a comforting, soothing mix of smells, as strong and stable as Andrew himself, and he let Neil add his own smoke and fire with only a contented sigh. The mix of their scents together made Neil dizzy with want.
He pressed closer, keeping his hands by his sides, but opening his mouth to lick at Andrew's skin. There was a groan, and then Andrew's ankles were crossed behind his back, and Neil was being pulled back to meet Andrew's lips.
Neil shuddered as Andrew's tongue forced its way into his mouth, tracing the fangs that had dropped with his increasing arousal. Neil pushed back instinctively, turning their kiss even more heated and messy.
He wanted to move to their dorm room. He wanted to put his hands on Andrew's half hard dick. He wanted to drown in the scent of mine, want, need that was still pouring out of Andrew's neck.
"Are you serious?" Kevin's voice broke through the haze of Andrew's presence.
Neil groaned unsexily, breaking the kiss and dropping his head down onto Andrew's shoulder.
"You said that we would-" Andrew didn't stop mouthing at Neil's neck despite Kevin's continued presence and words. Neil melted into it, baring his neck further despite his annoyance at the interruption.
"We have to leave now, Andrew. We don't have time for-" Andrew bit down on Neil's scent gland. Not hard enough to Mark him, but enough that Neil's fangs itched to return the favor.
"Fuck," he hissed.
When Andrew finally retreated from Neil's neck, Kevin had been silent for a minute and the judgement in the air was palpable.
"Are you done?" he deadpanned. Neil pulled back from Andrew feeling dazed and weak in the knees.
"It's Sunday," Neil said breathlessly, "Where are you even going?"
"Wymack's. It's my turn to go over the possible new recruits."
Andrew unhooked his legs from around his waist before speaking, "And Kevin promised to stop bitching about my sugar intake for a month if I tag along."
Kevin glared, but he moved out the door once he'd successfully pried them apart. Neil sighed, taking a step back so Andrew could hop off the desk.
He'd already gone over the possible recruits with Wymack, and likely it would happen again after Kevin got his round today, with Neil being the new captain next year and all.
One of Andrew's hands slid across his stomach tantalizingly as he walked towards the door. Neil couldn't help the small smile on his face anymore than the way his scent bloomed with contentment.
"Voluntarily choosing to watch exy on a Sunday? I'd almost think you like the game, Minyard," Neil teased.
Andrew flipped him off, "254%. Have fun dealing with that alone." Neil grinned at Andrew's back as he walked out the door.
Neil looked around the empty dorm and then down at his hard dick. He could always ignore it like he usually did without Andrew, but Kevin had accidentally given him a golden opportunity.
Neil slipped into their dorm room and practically dove for the box under his bed. The dildos were just as intimidating as last time, but now Neil had a desperate need burning in his veins.
He shucked his pants and boxers down without ceremony before laying down on the bed. He still didn't like masturbating. It was boring and dull compared to Andrew's hands on him, but he could still smell Andrew in the air.
Besides, this was masturbation with a purpose. He was going to take Andrew's dick by the end of this, and the thought of that was enough to keep his skin burning. He started with his fingers, slicking them up with lube before bringing them tentatively to his hole.
He was surprised at the ease with which his first finger slid in. The few other times he'd tried this it'd taken him ages just to work up to that. He supposed Andrew leaving him high and dry had its benefits too. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, but it didn't quite feel good either as he moved it around.
He stroked himself, getting used to the slight stretch as he thought of Andrew's fingers instead. They were thicker than his, and Neil hissed as he stripped his cock slowly. Andrew always oscillated between jerking him off at a furious pace or moving so slowly that Neil was practically a whining mess by the end of it.
Neil tried to imagine that it was Andrew's hand moving slowly over him. His rough callouses and meaty palm that twisted around the head of his cock. He groaned, fucking up into his hand before sliding a second finger in with the first.
This time it hurt despite the lube, and Neil hissed before breathing out slow. He didn't move them for a few minutes, playing with his cock idly as he simply felt the intrusion in his body. It was warm around his fingers, and his walls clenched rhythmically whenever he so much as twitched.
Neil moved them slowly, getting used to the feeling before curling them upward. He'd found his prostate last time, which had made the whole process infinitely more enjoyable.
It took him a minute before he found it, and then the fingers around his dick were tightening as he groaned from deep in his chest. He tried to time his strokes with the tapping of his fingers, but it was harder than he'd thought to keep a rhythm.
He swore, deciding to ignore his prostate and prioritize stretching himself. The medium sized dildo had a width of about three fingers, and with two already up his ass he didn't know how he was supposed to reach four eventually.
Neil grit his teeth. He was going to take Andrew's knot one day; he couldn't let himself get discouraged at the start.
Neil finally worked a third finger into himself with a glare. He wanted this. He wanted Andrew's fingers, and Andrew's dick, and he was going to make it happen.
He let go of his dick and fumbled for the box next to him. He pulled his fingers out next, shivering as his suddenly empty hole clenched around nothing. He used entirely too much lube, but it seemed to help as he started pushing the head in. His eyes scrunched up as he tried to push through the discomfort.
"Fuck," he said petulantly, pulling back. This wasn't going to work if he was in pain.
Andrew would sooner travel back to California than hurt Neil like this. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and bringing his hand back to his slightly softened dick.
He went slower this time, nudging around his hole before pushing the head in just barely, only to pull it out again. Each time it seemed to get a little easier, until a fierce glow of pride built up in his chest.
His eyes flew open at the sound of the door opening and Andrew's scent flooding in. Neil froze, one hand still around the dildo and another around his cock. Andrew took this in with a blank look on his face, before shutting the door behind him.
Neil swallowed drily as Andrew's scent pushed out wave after wave of desire. Andrew moved closer until it felt like the entire room was filled with his presence.
His eyes moved over Neil's form, his still clothed chest and bare thighs, the smear of lube centered around his hole. He plucked at his shirt, and Neil shivered.
"So this is why you've been antsy all week," Andrew's voice was gravelly as he spoke. Neil's dick twitched at the sound, and Andrew's lips curled up in the slightest hint of amusement.
"I thought-" Neil started, "What about Kevin?"
Andrew reached for Neil's wrists, pulling them away and then placing them on either side of his head. He squeezed them once, and Neil nodded at the unspoken command to keep them there.
Andrew grabbed Neil's shirt, dragging it up his chest slowly, "Still at Wymack's. I never said how long I would stay after all." Andrew's eyes darkened once he was fully uncovered, a low growl starting in his chest.
Neil was being straddled in the next second, a matching growl that fell into a whine as Andrew's clothed dick rubbed against his bare one. Andrew's hands went to his chest, cupping Neil's pecs before moving up to grab at his hair.
Neil gasped as his head was wrenched back, neck bared as Andrew's tongue danced across his Adam's apple.
"Andrew-" his voice came out strangled.
"You going to explain what this is?" Andrew ground down as he spoke.
Neil's hands clenched in the fabric of his pillow as his hips bucked up in response. "I was going to- wanted to surprise you," he breathed out as they built a rhythm.
Andrew's fangs glinted in the light as he sneered down at him, "What you wanted to surprise me by taking dick? You want me to fuck you that badly, Neil?" Neil felt his dick pulse and his hole twitch as the words left Andrew's mouth.
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes Andrew. Yes, I want you to fuck me. God, I want you to fuck me so bad. Haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
He couldn't stop himself from speaking, even if he'd tried, "Keep waking up wanting your fingers in my ass. They're so- they're so thick." His eyelashes fluttered imagining it.
"And your dick," Neil's voice stuttered to a halt as he took in Andrew above him.
There was a blush on his face that was crawling down his neck, and his eyes were so dark they looked like twin black holes.
"You're drooling," Andrew's voice was so deep Neil could feel it in his bones. A thumb came to rest at the corner of his mouth, before dragging across his plump bottom lip. Neil panted open-mouthed, dazed and harder than he'd ever been in his life.
"You're drooling thinking about my dick." It wasn't a question, but Neil nodded anyway.
"I want it so bad, Andrew," he whispered.
Andrew inhaled sharply once, and then his lips were devouring Neil's own. Neil chased his tongue with fervor. It was open mouthed and there was spit everywhere, but Neil couldn't care less.
He whined when Andrew's mouth left his, but it was quickly replaced with anticipation as Andrew started moving down his body. He wrenched Neil's legs apart like he belonged there, taking in his hole and bright red cock with an unnerving intensity.
"You want me in you, but you couldn't even fit this inside?" Andrew picked up the dildo and waved it at him.
Neil glared, "That's the second size, and I would've gotten it if you hadn't interrupted."
Andrew hummed but said nothing, reaching down to prod at Neil's hole. Neil's breath caught.
"Yes?" Andrew asked.
"Yes, yes, yes," Neil said fervently, before biting his tongue to keep his pleas from falling out.
Andrew pushed his finger in, and Neil tasted blood. "Fuck!" He practically yelled, back arching as he tried to shove himself down.
Andrew's other arm went to hold his hips in place. "Tell me how it feels," his voice brokered no argument.
Neil struggled to form words. "So good," he gasped, "Better than- better than my own, god. I want another I can- I can take another. I was up to three earlier." Andrew didn't fight him, pushing a second finger in as Neil's mouth dropped open.
He could barely breathe around the feeling. It wasn't the stretch. It was the warmth of Andrew's fingers, the feel of him taking Neil apart, the care betrayed in his every movement.
When Andrew's fingers curled upwards Neil thought he might jolt out of his skin. It was overwhelming. He couldn't keep his eyes open or his mouth shut. He was barely aware of the sounds he was making, the sweat dampening his hair line, the rocking of his hips against Andrew's hold.
"Fuck, Neil," Andrew sounded undone himself, and Neil forced an eye open to take him in. He looked as if he was staring into the sun.
"You think any alpha out there likes this as much as you?" Andrew added another finger, and now, Neil could feel the stretch. He leaned into it this time, only craving more and more of Andrew.
"Well?" Andrew asked again, and Neil remembered there was a question. He shook his head. It didn't seem possible that anyone else could want something this badly, not like he wanted Andrew.
He pulled his fingers out, and Neil nearly wanted to cry. The relief of Andrew pressing the dildo against him was shocking. His thighs shook as he tried to rock down, only to be stopped by Andrew's arm.
"I want to hear it," Andrew said, "You think you can take it?"
Neil whined, "I know I can. I know I can. I promise I can take it Andrew, I promise, I promi-"
His voice broke abruptly as Andrew started to push in. Neil could only breathe through it as he was suddenly more full than he'd ever been before.
"That's it," Andrew crooned softly, "That's so good, Neil."
Neil jerked at the praise with a whine. There was a thumb rubbing circles into the skin of his hip. He nodded when he finally felt ready, opening his eyes slightly to take in the look on Andrew's face. It was familiar, like the look he got on the roof sometimes, as if a person like Neil couldn't possibly exist.
When he pulled the toy out and thrust it back in, Neil's eyes slammed shut as his whole body jerked with the movement. Andrew set an even pace, a back and forth that had Neil's hips chasing him even as they were restrained.
When Andrew nailed his prostate, his whole body seized and a strangled yelp left his lips. There was a pause, and then Andrew was speeding up as he worked to hit that spot every time.
Neil wondered if he was drooling again, but he couldn't spare the brain power to figure it out. Little pathetic sounds left his throat as Andrew fucked him with the toy.
"God, I can't stand you," Andrew hissed. "Looking like that, begging me to fuck you. Do you even know what you do to me?"
Neil tried to respond, but his mouth was only capable of saying Andrew's name.
Andrew groaned, "And that. Who gave you the right to sound like that?"
The heat in his body was searing, building with each word and each thrust of his hand. Neil didn't think Andrew would even need to touch his dick with the way it was throbbing.
Suddenly, the arm holding Neil's hips down was moving, reaching for his clenched ones, "Touch me, Neil. Fucking touch me."
It was like Neil had been waiting his whole life to hear those words. One hand reached immediately for Andrew's hair, while the other interlocked their fingers and held on for dear life.
He tried to keep his hips still, despite the implicit permission to move, and Andrew growled at the sight, "Fuck, you're so good."
Neil tugged at Andrew's hair until he was leaning over him, still fucking him with the toy. He wanted to kiss him, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. He laved at Andrew's neck with his tongue instead, sloppily laying claim to every inch he could reach.
Neil leaned back with a cry as Andrew started to fuck him deeper, "Oh god, I can't- I'm going to-"
"Yeah fuck, c'mon Neil. You going to come without me even touching your dick? You going to come for your alpha?" Neil's eyes rolled back in his head at the words, and suddenly he was coming in long, pulsing stripes across his chest.
There were stars in his eyes and a long low rumble falling out of his throat, and then Andrew touched his dick, and Neil nearly blacked out, "Shit!"
Everything felt dialed to eleven. He couldn't tell if that was from the toy still in his ass or the hand suddenly surrounding the base of his dick.
"Neil," Andrew crooned in a low voice.
Neil struggled to gather his bearings, "Andrew?" He squeezed his dick again and Neil curled forward with a gasp as another rope of come dripped out.
Neil struggled to get his tongue to move, "Did I-?" Andrew's scent was so smug and so filled with lust Neil nearly choked on it.
"You popped a knot," There was disbelief coloring his voice that matched the feeling painting his face.
"Seriously?" Neil said in surprise.
Andrew squeezed his knot again, and he practically doubled over. "Deadly," Andrew replied.
"That's-" Neil's voice was strangled.
"You popped a knot for me, untouched, thinking about me fucking you," Andrew said. Neil could only nod, and then Andrew was pulling him into a kiss that ravaged what was left of his brain cells.
He only let him go to breathe, and that's when Neil noticed the hand roughly jerking off in his pants. Neil redirected their faces so that he could lap at Andrew's neck, Andrew's own face buried in his shoulder.
"Want you to come, Andrew," Neil whispered into his ear. "You fucked me so well, you deserve it. Next time I'll take you into my mouth afterwards, show you how grateful I am."
Andrew growled, biting down on Neil's shoulder as he came. Neil hissed automatically at the sting, but it was honestly soothing to feel Andrew's teeth dig into his skin. Andrew collapsed next to him, but it was only a few minutes until he was sitting up with a disgruntled face.
"Shower," he said.
Neil grumbled as Andrew pulled him up as well, his legs were still shaking, "You're gonna have to carry me."
Andrew snorted at the near pout on his face, before scooping Neil into his arms. Neil hummed, unable to deny how much he loved being cradled like this by Andrew.
"So, how 'bout that blowjob?"
Andrew snorted, "If you can stand the whole time, I'll let you give me a blowjob."
Neil smirked, he did so love a challenge.