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Neil was being flirted with. Again. And didn’t realize it. Again. They’re at Eden’s and Andrew left for no longer than three minutes to go and get him and Neil more drinks and came back to see Neil talking to some guy. He looked closely, stopping in his tracks, elbowing the person who was trying to shove around him, but he didn’t care enough to look back and start a fight with them.
Neil is laughing and nodding enthusiastically, the guy he’s talking to is leaning on the table with a hand and a hip, the other holding a drink near his side. Andrew feels a pang of jealousy and immediately shoots that down. He doesn’t do jealous.
Andrew walks to the table, but Neil keeps talking as he approaches. He smiles at Andrew briefly before taking a drink Andrew was holding out for him and then goes back to talking. Andrew hears that they’re talking about exy, and he decides that maybe Neil wasn’t being flirted with.
That is until the guy said, “you’re in great shape, you definitely look like you’d play. Oh, hey, is it true that exy players are super flexible?” Andrew wanted to laugh, this guy is horrible at flirting, but Neil doesn’t seem to register that’s what’s happening here.
“I wouldn’t say super flexible,” Neil says, a smile still on his face, and Andrew stares at him, in disbelief that Neil is that dense. They keep talking and Andrew listens, cataloging every come-on this guy is saying, and then catalogs Neil’s clearly oblivious responses. The guy suggests for Neil to come to his table to meet some people, and Andrew sees that for what it is.
“He’s staying here.” Andrew says, wrapping a protective arm around Neil’s waist, his hand firm on Neil’s side. Neil looks at him, confused, but doesn’t ask.
The guy looks at Andrew confused, “Shouldn’t he be able to speak for himself?” He asks, and Andrew grins, the image of him beating this guy’s head in clear in his mind.
Neil sees that look on Andrew’s face and quickly switches to German, “Andrew, what is that look about?” He asks cautiously.
“He wants you to go over there so you two can sneak away and fuck.” Andrew replies, making Neil’s eyes go wide.
“What?” Neil asks, confused, his face red. “No, we were talking about exy.” He says, obviously being oblivious.
“He wants to fuck you.” Andrew says, looking back at the guy, seeing the confusion on his face by the language switch.
Neil switches back to English, “I’ll stay here. It was nice to meet you.” Neil says, making the guy scoff.
“Could have told me that you had a boyfriend before I wasted my time.” He says, obviously pissed off. He walks off and Neil has to grab Andrew’s hand so he doesn’t follow him to beat him to hell.
“Since when is talking about exy flirting?” Neil asks, confused, taking a sip of his drink, looking over at Andrew.
“’Neil is it true that you’re flexible?’ ‘Is it illegal to distract a player during the game, because you’d definitely be distracting.’ ‘if I had your kind of speed, I would never shut up about it.’” Andrew repeats, and Neil’s face looks utterly confused until it hits him.
“Oh.” He says, his eyes wide.
“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Andrew says, taking a long sip of his drink and then standing up from the table. “We’re leaving.” He decides, and Neil stands up, still confused.
“What about the others?” Neil asks as Andrew leads them out the front doors.
“They’ll find a way.” Andrew says, shaking his head. “How do you not know when someone is flirting with you?” He asks, the frustration obvious in his voice. “You wouldn’t have known a thing until he tried to pull something.” He says, shaking his head, pushing Neil into the car and going to the driver’s side.
“I thought we were talking about exy!” Neil says, also sounding frustrated. “I wouldn’t have kept the conversation going if I knew.” He says, obviously feeling a little guilty.
“I know.” Andrew says, cranking the car up and then driving to the Colombia house. “You have to realize how many people want you.” He says, in disbelief that Neil doesn’t already know.
“Why the hell would they?” Neil asks, throwing his hands up.
“Because you’re fucking hot, Neil.” Andrew says, speeding up a little too much. He lets off the gas, realizing how fast he’s going, but it doesn’t take long to get to the house either way.
“Right, with the number of scars I have, that is not what people are thinking.” Neil says, rolling his eyes.
Andrew pulls into the driveway at an unsafe speed, immediately puts the car in park and turns it off, dragging Neil into the house with a hand on his wrist. He doesn’t say another word until they’re in the bedroom, and Andrew pins him to the door, his forearm across Neil’s chest. “You’re the hottest fucking person in there, and you know I’m not shy enough to hide when I think someone’s hot. Surely you see that.” Andrew says, his face barely out of reach from Neil’s.
Neil just shakes his head, denying it, and Andrew looks even more frustrated and a little angry about that. “Yes or no?” He asks, surprising Neil a little.
“Yes.” Neil says anyways, always saying yes to Andrew. Andrew presses their lips together hard, pinning Neil to the door with his entire body weight. Neil groans into Andrew’s mouth feeling Andrew’s tongue press past his lips almost immediately as his lips part. “Where can I–“ Neil starts, but Andrew cuts him off, his voice sounding rough.
“Anywhere.” Andrew says, a little breathlessly, but there’s still frustration in his tone.
Neil’s hands go to Andrew’s jaw, pulling him in impossibly closer as Andrew lets out a harsh breath and pulls Neil away from the door. Andrew pulls back and they’re standing in the middle of the bedroom staring at each other. Neil’s face is flushed, and his hair is a little bit of a mess from one of Andrew’s hands, and there’s an obvious tent in his pants. “Take off your clothes, yes or no?” Andrew asks, but it’s clear that Neil’s going to say yes.
Instead of answering, Neil pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it on the floor and then his hands reach to unbutton his pants. He feels a little awkward about undressing like this in front of Andrew, but Andrew’s eyes are on him and the hunger in them is clear. “Are you going to take off yours too?” Neil asks, popping the button through the hole and unzipping his pants. He pushes his pants off, toeing his shoes off with them, and then pulling off his socks, standing there in in underwear.
“Yes.” Andrew says, but he doesn’t make a move to do anything. He stares at Neil, that frustrated look still in his eyes but there’s now a hunger in them too as he stares at Neil’s chest and stomach.
Neil pulls his boxers off and stands completely naked in front of Andrew, waiting for him to do literally anything.
Andrew steps closer and grips Neil by his waist, Neil arches into Andrew and Andrew just grips Neil’s chin with one hand, tilting his head to the side. Andrew’s lips press into his neck, pushing their bodies closer together. Neil groans a bit as Andrew pulls him tight against him, getting some much needed friction.
“Drew,” Neil breathes, pressing a hand into Andrew’s hair, feeling him sucking a mark onto Neil’s neck.
Andrew just presses his teeth into the skin, leaving a very obvious mark. He pulls back and pulls Neil over to the mirror standing in the corner of the room. He turns them so that Neil’s facing the mirror and Andrew’s behind him, pressing his hips to Neil’s ass. “Yes or no?” Andrew asks, looking at Neil through the mirror.
Neil’s hesitant about this, but he nods. “Yes.” He isn’t sure how he’ll feel about seeing himself like this. His body is scarred and ugly in his eyes.
Andrew quickly takes his clothes off too, grabbing some lube from the bedside drawer, leaving Neil to stare at himself for a minute. When he comes back, Neil is staring at his own thighs, and Andrew grins. He wraps an arm around Neil and pulls them close together, his hand splayed on Neil’s stomach, his fingers running over Neil’s abs. “I want to fuck you like this, yes or no?” Andrew asks, his fingers sliding downwards through the curled red hair at the base of his extremely hard dick.
“Why?” Neil asks, not being opposed to it exactly, but confused.
“So you can see just how fucking gorgeous you are.” Andrew says, wrapping his hand around Neil and stroking him slowly. Neil’s face flushes as he looks down, but Andrew’s other hand pulls his head up, making him look at himself. “Yes or no?” Andrew asks, hooking his chin over Neil’s shoulder.
“Yes.” Neil says, his breath already embarrassingly fast. Andrew grins and sucks another dark mark right where his neck turns into his shoulder. Neil groans and lets his head fall to the side, watching Andrew. Andrew’s eyes are locked onto Neil’s in the mirror, and he grinds his hips against Neil’s, his dick slipping between Neil’s ass cheeks. “Fuck me, Drew.” Neil breathes, his voice almost a whine.
Andrew pulls himself back and spreads some lube on his fingers. He presses two into Neil immediately, making Neil let out a groan and press back against them, and then forward into Andrew’s hand. Andrew flicks his fingers and scissors them, working Neil open as efficiently as he can without making the stretch uncomfortable. The second he thinks he can press in a third finger, he does. His lips are trailing up and down Neil’s neck, letting his tongue drag along the skin a bit. “C’mon,” Neil complains, his voice now truly a whine. Andrew grins into his neck and presses a third finger into him. He still strokes Neil slowly, not enough for him to finish on, but definitely enough to have a constant stream of pleasure.
Andrew makes quick work of three fingers and pulls them out the second that he knows he can press into Neil. Neil whines at the loss, and Andrew grins, slicking himself up. He takes his hand off of Neil and that only makes Neil glare at him through the mirror. “Be patient.” Andrew mutters, lining himself up with Neil’s hole. Neil breathes out a harsh breath when he feels that and then Andrew’s pressing into him slowly. Neil’s eyes fall shut as he lets out a long moan, and Andrew watches his face in the mirror.
When his hips are pressed flush to Neil’s ass, Andrew lets out a grunt, not willing to distract himself from the goal here. “Open your eyes.” Andrew says, gripping Neil’s chin, pulling his head straight.
Neil opens them, but his eyes immediately lock onto Andrew’s. “Watch yourself.” Andrew says, rocking his hips forward a bit as if to punctuate his demand.
“Drew,” Neil complains, and Andrew pauses.
“Yes or no?” Andrew asks, not knowing if that was hesitation or just a complaint.
Neil lets his eyes go to himself, he sees the flush on his body, the way that his dick is practically leaking, the way his eyes are a little bit hooded. He may not hate this. “Yes.” Neil says, nodding.
“Watch yourself, not me.” Andrew says, keeping a hand on Neil’s chin, keeping his head where it is. His other hand goes to Neil’s waist, and he squeezes a bit in encouragement. He keeps Neil’s hips still and slowly starts to rock his hips. Neil groans when he feels Andrew pressing back into him, and he flushes even darker as he sees his face. His mouth was dropped open in a groan, his eyes are heavy, and Andrew breathes heavily behind him.
Andrew picks up the pace a bit, his hand slipping down to Neil’s neck. Neil loves the way that looks, he loves the way that Andrew’s hand looks there. He lets his hand come up to Andrew’s and he presses a little bit, glancing at Andrew. “Yes or no?” Neil asks, breathlessly.
“Are you sure?” Andrew asks, still snapping his hips, feeling pleasure pooling in his stomach.
“Yes, want it.” Neil breathes, pressing his hips back against Andrew’s, trying to speed up the pace. The second that Andrew’s hand tightens around his throat, he lets out a loud groan, his eyes falling shut.
“Eyes.” Andrew says, his voice rough. He squeezes Neil’s neck a little tighter and Neil’s eyes open, but they’re incredibly hooded, his pupils taking over the blue irises. “Fuck,” Andrew breathes, snapping his hips harder. Neil’s mouth stays open as he watches himself, as he watches how his body reacts to Andrew. He’s surprised to say that he likes this a lot. His whole body is red and his dick is practically drooling with precome.
“More, need more.” Neil says, his head falling back just a little, but keeping his eyes trained on himself.
Andrew’s free hand goes to Neil’s dick, but he just runs his thumb along his tip, fucking into him hard, hitting his prostate with practically every thrust. “You can come like this.” Andrew decides, adjusting his hips a bit and pressing deeper into Neil. Neil’s moans get louder, and his legs shake a little, feeling his knees go weak.
“So close,” Neil breathes, and Andrew’s hand tightens around his throat a just enough to cut off his air. His face does dark red in embarrassment at how his hips twitch, trying desperately to press into Andrew’s hand. Andrew hips snap hard and then he’s groaning softly, his mouth pressing into Neil’s neck trying to shut himself up. Andrew releases his hand from Neil’s throat after a few seconds and Neil moans long and loud, feeling himself too close to ignore. “Drew, gonna come.”
Andrew takes his hand off of Neil’s throat and presses it to his lower stomach, giving himself a little extra momentum. He presses into Neil fast and hard, making Neil cry out and grip his arm tightly as he falls over the edge. Neil watches his body as he lets go, his hips twitch and his thighs tighten. His mouth falls open in a groan and his eyes try to squeeze shut, but he doesn’t let them. Redness spreads up his chest to his neck and he flushes even darker at how he looks. “Fuck,” Neil breathes, his hips twitching hard as he feels Andrew still pounding into him.
Andrew groans and is obviously close, but Neil doesn’t want him to pull away. “Inside.” Neil breathes, blushing hard as he sees his come streaking down the mirror. Andrew hesitates, so Neil speaks up again, this time more of a demand. “Inside, Andrew.” He says, pressing his hips back against Andrew, fucking himself on Andrew, trying to get Andrew to the edge.
Andrew groans and nods, fucking Neil fast. He feels the heat pooling in his stomach as he grips Neil’s hips hard, groaning into Neil’s skin. “Feel so good, want you to come in me.” Neil breathes, watching how his body reacts to him nearing oversensitivity. It’s fucking amazing to see.
“Fuck, Neil.” Andrew breathes, pressing into Neil hard enough for Neil’s eyes to shut as he throws his head back, feeling pleasure overtaking him. Andrew stills and lets himself go, groaning louder as he comes into Neil. Neil presses back on him, giving him more friction, working him through it, and he feels his dick twitch helplessly between his legs. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees as a little more come hits the floor between his feet.
Andrew stills Neil’s hips and presses his forehead into Neil’s shoulder. Neil wraps an arm back around Andrew and presses his fingers into Andrew’s hair, leaning back into him, loving this feeling. He watches as his body calms down, watches as the redness fades, dark marks being left behind on his neck where Andrew marked him up. He feels his legs shaking a little and looks down, being able to see the unsteadiness in his knees. “So good.” Neil breathes, gripping Andrew’s hair a little.
Andrew breathes heavily into Neil’s shoulder, nodding. “Do you believe me now?” Andrew asks, still breathless.
Neil’s face goes red, but he nods anyways. He does believe him. He does look good, especially like this. Despite the scars and burns and mutilation of his body, he looks fucking good. “Yes.” Neil says, and Andrew lifts his head, his lips pressed to Neil’s shoulder, a softer kiss than Neil would’ve expected.
“Shower.” Andrew says, and Neil nods, expecting Andrew to pull away and go alone. He usually needs some time to himself after sex. Despite this, Andrew pulls out of Neil and watches as his come rolls out of Neil, dripping down his thigh. Andrew pulls his face down to look at it and Neil blushes dark when he sees it.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Neil says, feeling and seeing it happen.
“I know.” Andrew says, pulling Neil to the bathroom before there’s any more of a mess.
Neil’s surprised when Andrew pushes him into the shower and follows behind, but he doesn’t mention it. “The next time someone even looks at you, you assume that they’re flirting.” Andrew says, and Neil laughs a little, but nods.
“Okay, that guy was, but I doubt that everyone is.” Neil says, rolling his eyes.
“If they aren’t, they want to.” Andrew says, gripping Neil’s waist and pulling him in for a kiss. Neil grins into the kiss and feels Andrew’s hands sliding over his wet body.