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Andrew’s good day starts with the night before during their home game against the Cardinals. It’s halftime and the foxes are up by two. The team is working together well, even with the new freshman filling in the gaps in their roster. Or at least that’s what Andrew picks up from Wymack’s halftime speech.
His focus is on Neil and his near irritating good mood, being responsible for 5 of the 6 goals they scored in the first half. Andrew watches him take the small bit of praise from Kevin before he slips out of the conversation and over to Andrew.
They don’t say a word as Neil pretends to fix his gear and unnecessarily open and close his locker a few times.
Andrew clocks his movements, finding it mildly irritating, but it doesn’t draw the attention of the other teammates so he lets it pass.
“Keep the score at four.” Neil’s voice is low as he speaks inside of the locker.
Andrew narrows his eyes, making sure Neil sees him looking over at him. It’s not a playoff game. They aren’t even losing. It’s not like Neil is using him to make a point. He could play an exceptionally shitty half and they would still win with how bad the Cardinals defense is playing.
But Neil knows this already. From the way he looks inside of his locker, his mouth in a partial grin spared only for Andrew. It’s irritating and intriguing enough that Andrew asks, “For what?”
And he should have expected the response.
“Anything.”
The word is like lightning down his spine, sending the jolt from his toes to the tips of his fingers. Then there’s the way Neil’s looking at him, the way his eyes show exactly what he’s thinking Andrew will do with the open permission.
He doesn’t get a chance to respond before Wymack calls the team to the inner court, but he’s sure Neil knows his answer far before he shuts down the goal.
Anything.
Last time, he used Neil’s anything to save his life. But this time, their lives aren’t on the line, and the world of possibilities is open for him.
For them.
The word even causes him to agree to show up to the after party being thrown together in the dorm lounge. The team is celebrating the 11-4 victory in the only way they know how, with loud music and a near endless supply of booze.
Like most things, he hates the after parties. It’s too loud. They play shitty music. The drinks are even worse than the music taste. There’s too many people. His list of complaints go on. But he tolerates it for the fifteen minutes Neil promises Nicky.
He knows he doesn’t have to, that’s not part of their deal, but he likes watching Neil enough that he agrees. He has his fingers in the belt loops of Neil’s jeans when Matt stops him. “Hey, man, are you leaving already?”
Neil nods with an easy smile on his face.
Andrew expects him to say the usual, that they were going out for a smoke and they’ll be back in, or that he’ll stay for another ten minutes. All of which he’s heard before.
But of course, he shouldn’t try to guess Neil’s motivations.
“Yeah.” Neil almost looks bashful. “Andrew and I are going to Columbia for the weekend.”
Whatever Matt’s thinking has him saying, “Oh!” He chuckles in his surprise before he nods, “Be safe. We’ll keep Kevin from,” Matt pauses looking over his shoulder to see him arguing with Dan about something exy related. “Being his usual self.”
Neil laughs and waves him off to go save Dan from whatever Kevin’s over explaining.
“Columbia.” Andrew repeats slightly as they take the stairs up into their dorm.
“Columbia.” Neil repeats like it should answer all of Andrew’s questions, and it does to a point. Though less of the word and more of the way he says it. He knows what Neil’s hoping to gain by being out of the dorm and in Columbia alone for the weekend with anything in the air.
It takes Andrew the drive to navigate his webs of thoughts.
Anything.
The possibilities are endless.
He knows what Neil’s hoping for, the way his eyes shift over to him and look at him up, then down, then up again. The way he leans back in his seat and watches Andrew’s hand move on the gearshift. Maybe it’s Andrew projecting what he’d like to use the anything for.
There’s things he knows Neil would agree to easily, things he could do without any mental gymnastics getting into coercion territory. He goes through all of the scenarios in his head and finally decides on one of them.
One that he will let himself want.
And he doesn’t waste any time.
Two steps into Columbia, Andrew has his hands down Neil’s pants.
Neil’s string of yes’s are nearly constant with his head thrown back against the front door. His hands are pressed into the doorframe, his fingertips pressing for leverage into the wood, not having a second to ask where he can touch him.
“Eager.” Andrew mumbles into Neil’s mouth before he pulls back slightly, like he isn’t the one that pressed up against him first.
The distance between them is near excruciating, but he wants to see the damage he’s already caused in the last few minutes. The spike of Neil’s breath, the way he arches into Andrew’s touch, the tremble of his body and the look in his eyes.
And Andrew wants all that he can take.
“Anything.” He repeats from earlier bringing up the topic again. The word feels heavy on his tongue in this circumstance, a confirmation of the implications of the word.
Sex. Or at least as close as they can get.
And from the look on Neil’s face, this was a part of his plan all along. “What do you want Andrew?” The way the words sound on his lips is devilish. The way his body moves just a bit towards him, but not touching, just gravitating, like he’s ready to say yes to anything, regardless of the terms.
“Seems like waste if you’re going to give so easily.” Andrew tilts his head to the side and watches as Neil’s brain backfires like he hadn’t thought that part of his plan through, or maybe he hoped it would take longer for Andrew to catch on. Or maybe it was the way Andrew’s fingernail traces his skin that distracts his thoughts.
“But.” He leans closer, almost watching as Neil drifts closer to him. “I’m in a giving mood for as long as you last.”
He pulls Neil towards him and kisses him slowly. “Shoulders and up.” He says half into Neil’s mouth. Neil’s arms surround his head near immediately as his fingers thread through Andrew’s hair.
They lose their clothes slowly as they navigate near blindly through the house.Each step is a new place for Andrew to put his hands on Neil, to kiss Neil, to tell him where to put his hands. They move slowly before they reach the bedroom and Neil’s laying naked in the middle of Andrew’s bed with his legs spread wide enough for Andrew to kneel in between his thighs.
He watches Neil the way he breaths, the way his body moves in anticipation. His eyes follow the roadmap of his scars, the network of intersecting lines one on top of another. A body that’s survived. Then he makes it back up to his face and the way he’s looking at Andrew and his near nakedness, his armbands and boxers the only things remaining.
But Neil doesn’t care. His eyes gaze at him like just looking at him could be enough to get him off. It’s not the eyes of a predator, wanting to feast on his flesh, but like he could worship him and give him reverence.
Andrew wants to touch him.
“Hands on the headboard.” Andrew says, watching as Neil complies easily with his arms reaching up to press his palms to the wood, but Andrew needs to hear it. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.” Neil says, “And yes again for good measure.”
He presses his thumbs into the scars on Neil’s thighs then up to his hips, running his fingers along the raised and pivoted surface before he slides himself closer lifting Neil’s knees onto his shoulders as he bends down.
He feels Neil’s leg muscles flex at the new position, the muscles squeezing onto Andrew’s shoulders and pulsing next to his head. Maybe Neil’s constant running pays off somewhere.
“Yes or-” Andrew asks, but Neil cuts him off with another “Yes, Andrew.”
“Impatient.” Andrew mutters.
There’s more he wants to say, but his mouth is suddenly busy.
If Andrew has to choose, he'll give up doing anything in the dorm with Neil to experience how he is in Columbia. How he’s less reserved and lets the sounds escape though his lips. The near symphony of small gasps and moans before they grow louder as he gets closer. How his fingers press against the headboard and his body arches off of the bed towards him.
How he lets himself be open and exposed, all of his scars on display, and Andrew can see how he lets his guard down when they are together and truly alone, and not just for a couple hours.
Andrew is too, he guesses.
He’s more willing to try things when they don’t have a time limit. Where he has the extra space to deal with the after effects of too much or too little. It’s safer here, with the Christmas lights instead of dorm lights. With the quiet of the street and the house enveloping them rather than the sounds of other people moving around in the dorm.
It’s this quiet that makes him hollow out his cheeks and press his tongue flat so he can hear Neil shock himself with his own moan that escapes.
It has Andrew pulling his mouth back so he can see Neil fully. Neil looks down at him, his eyebrows pinched like he’s not sure if he did something wrong. Andrew finds the word, tucked in the back of his brain.
“Again.”
Not a demand, but encouragement. He watches Neil throw his head back in anticipation because Andrew does it again, and again, hearing the same sounds pouring out of Neil’s mouth.
Neither of them are porn watchers. Neil’s sex drive only revolves around Andrew, and Andrew knows that a few wrong word choices could lead to his own mental spiral from his past trauma.
But, Andrew thinks as he watches Neil’s body react nearly on his own, pressing up into Andrew’s mouth and his hands. He’d watch this a million times knowing that his hands are the ones that caused it.
He can hear the way Neil’s breath hitches and the way he’s moving, trying to chase the friction of Andrew’s mouth, before Andrew pulls back. He can hear the gasp and a groan of frustration, the way his hips fidget and move, but his hands never leave the headboard.
He kisses the inside of Neil’s thigh moving his hands to rest back on his hips to still him. “Neil.”
“Fuck.” Neil’s breath is heavy as he deflates back onto the mattress, “I was close.”
“I know.” Andrew tilts his head into his thigh and watches as the words roll around in Neil’s head as he swallows.
“Anything.” Neil repeats, his brain finally catching up to his cryptic words before. “For as long as I last.” Something crosses Neil’s eyes that Andrew doesn’t follow before he says, “Yes Andrew.” The words are strung on a line that has him tilting his head to the side.
Neil wants this.
Not just because it’s part of the game they play, but that he’s interested in this. It has Andrew breathing just a bit easier as his hands brush lightly on his sides watching Neil’s body move nearly on his own to chase the contact.
“I’ll keep it at four.” Andrew watches as Neil connects the dots and hitches a breath. “Unless you think you can withstand the twelve assists or the thirty three saves I did to keep the score at four.”
Is their dirty talk really Exy statistics?
From the way Neil’s body arches and he swallows like he’s trying not to moan out loud, Andrew thinks that it’s working.
Junkie.
Andrew doesn’t let Neil respond and goes back to work.
This time he just uses his hand, stroking up and down Neil’s length easily, watching as his hips jolt to meet his hand. His cheek is pressed against Neil’s thigh as his hand moves and he watches him. The flush that grows on his chest, the way his body moves in anticipation.
The string of sounds coming out of his mouth that sound like it could be Andrew’s name.
It’s not long until Neil’s letting out those same gasps and moans, his hips snapping up to meet Andrew’s fist. He waits just a couple more seconds before he pulls back, watching Neil writhe chasing the friction.
“Andrew.” The way that he says his name almost has him giving up on the rest, abandoning the rest of his plans so he can give him what he wants. “I-” Neil says before he swallows his face turning to press into the pillows underneath of him.
He waits, trying to see if Neil will add on to his fractured thoughts before Andrew prompts him. “Words.” He kisses the side of Neil’s knee.
Neil gasps slightly, “I want it so badly.” His voice cracks nearly a whine. “I’ve never-” His sentence breaks again as he exhales. “Only you.”
Andrew listened to the way his breath exhales, the way he trusts Andrew completely is enough to him sitting up slightly ready to call everything off.
“Two more.” He nods nearly at himself exhaling, “I want two more.” He says it unashamedly, before he adds, “Just, give me a minute.”
And Andrew does.
He waits and watches as Neil’s breath evens out slowly. His eyes flutter open and closed as he does it, and spends a couple minutes looking anywhere but him. “It feels like-” Neil starts to say but then he stops his tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth.
Andrew watching him, the way he tries to organize his thoughts, the way he can almost see his brain working overtime. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, until he sees Neil nod. Until he’s turning back to face him, and his eyes shine.
“Ok.” Neil says, wiping his face on his arm. “Ready when you are.”
Andrew watches him, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitation, but he doesn’t find anything. So he nods. “Yes or no?” Andrew asks, making his intentions clear.
The next step.
“Yes.” Neil answers clearly, “Yes, Yes, and Yes.” He says his head moving back on the pillow.
“Freak.” Andrew kisses the side of Neil’s leg as he moves to take off his boxers. He inhales a few times, settling the nerves in his chest, and he leaves his arm bands on. It’s his own safety net.
This part isn’t new either, but rare.
It’s not something they start in the dorms with a chance of getting interrupted. Neil said he liked Andrew’s hands more, and Andrew is always hesitant about it, usually choosing the more efficient route to getting Neil off.
But, they were taking their time.
Andrew fingers moving slowly but purposefully as he opens Neil up. Neil’s moans aren’t as sharp as before, but are deeper, more like a humming noise. Soft sounds of encouragement that Andrew only allows to stop the shaking in his fingers.
When Andrew angles his hands the right way he watches as Neil presses his heels into the bed. He does it again, listening to the air punch out of Neil’s chest. Andrew works slowly until he’s satisfied and he sees Neil biting his lip and trying to keep still.
He removes his fingers slowly as he opens his mouth to ask, but Neil beats him to it with a “Yes, Andrew.”
There are things Andrew likes about this position, the way he can feel Neil’s knees pressing against him as he moves inside of him, the way he can hear the slight hitches in his breath as he draws him closer. The way he feels Neil’s skin on him, around him.
And that Neil’s head is closer to his.
He kisses him, feeling the fire between their mouths as he chases his tongue inside of his mouth. Eventually Neil’s mouth moves to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his jaw then his neck, licking the skin in long strokes just to see Andrew shutter.
“One.” He says as he feels the small bit of pressure at the bottom of his neck, the junction where it meets his shoulder. He hears Neil’s hums of approval as he leaves a hickey there. Grazing his teeth and suctioning his mouth just slightly.
Something to remember this with.
He likes wearing them. A physical reminder that Neil is real, that this is something they can do, that as much as Andrew claims that Neil is his, Neil has claimed him too.
Once Neil is done, he presses another kiss to the underside of Andrew’s neck. “Move.” Neil’s voice is a whisper as he shifts his hips slightly, and Andrew lets him move underneath him first, making sure there’s no discomfort.
Then he moves.
The first thrusts are slow and methodical, causing Neil to gasp into each one.
“Hair.” Andrew says, setting the pace easily. “Shoulders.”
“Am I going to need something to hold on to?” Neil smirks as his hands move from the head board and dive into Andrew’s hair. He feels his short nails against his scalp, and the slight tug of his strands.
Andrew responds only with a snap of his hips.
Their pace increases easily, each roll of Andrew’s hips meets the roll of Neil’s. Andrew almost doesn’t want to stop when he hears Neil’s whimpers for a bit more friction, a bit faster, more, more. He presses in closer, waiting for the moment that Neil’s breath changes.
And then he stops, pressing his fingers into Neil’s hips to stop him from moving beneath him.
He pulls back and hears Neil’s choked moans and small gasps. “ Fuck, Andrew, Fuck. ” Spills out of his mouth. He hears the pants, the small cries of frustration, the way he stays like that with his mouth open underneath him. He looks at his face, his eyes pressed close.
“How many?” Andrew asks, patting on Neil’s face to get him to open his eyes, to look at him. It takes him a second to find himself, before he finally opens his eyes and looks at Andrew. His blue eyes are nearly non-existent from how wide his pupils are blown.
“That’s the third.” Neil says, his voice cracking and strung out.
Andrew waits again, just for a few minutes until Neil’s breath is even again before he starts moving, returning to the pace he had set initially. He adjust the angle of his hips slightly before -
Neil’s hands clench in Andrew’s hair as his legs pulse around him. He’s loud, involuntarily so. Andrew does it again, once, twice, before he stops again, though this time it’s because he doesn’t think he can last.
Neil’s body still rolls his hips up to meet Andrew’s for a second chasing the friction before Andrew’s hands stop him.
“How many?” It’s Andrew’s voice that is rough and cracked this time
“Four. Yes. Andrew. Four.” Neil babbles as he says it, shaking. Needy.
“Together?” Andrew asks and Neil nods.
Andrew moves again, letting himself be washed with all of Neil’s noises, the way his body moves around him, and lets himself be consumed by it.
It’s fast.
Andrew releases inside of him at the same time that Neil releases on his chest their orgasms a series of grunting moans and Neil’s final exhale of relief. Andrew takes long breaths, centering himself as he moves to sit back on his heels, Neil’s arms falling down, limp, at his sides. He pulls out slowly and watches Neil groan a bit, like he doesn’t want them to part.
He sits back on his heels, returning Neil’s legs to the bed to fall back onto the bed around him. It’s then that Andrew looks at him.
“You’re a mess.” Andrew concludes in between his legs looking at him laying on the mattress with his eyes closed and his breath evening out. Neil’s chest is a sticky mess, shooting up all the way to the bottom of his chin and splattering down. He can see his own mess tangling together on Neil’s thighs.
It’s another sight he doesn’t want to forget.
He watches Neil and the way his chest rises and falls as he lays back like he’s just played a full game. The way his fingers twitch slightly like he’s still feeling the after effects of his orgasm.
“Good?” Andrew asks him, his fingers running along the tops of Neil’s legs and watches the muscles flex, chasing the contact.
Neil lets out an ineligible sound in response but nods, his head turned into one of the pillows. His eyes are closed as he breathes out another sigh.
“You’re not sleeping like this.” Andrew says tapping his thigh. Neil grunts like he heard him but he makes no movements to get up.
Andrew rolls his eyes before he gets up slowly stretching his own legs as he walks out into the kitchen to fill up a glass of water. He kicks some of their clothes closer to the bedroom but leaves it to pick up later.
He washes his hands and drinks some of the water, his body still buzzing with pleasure. Normally he needs space, somewhere he can sort his thoughts and make sure all of his boxes are checked. But tonight, he doesn’t think he can stand to be away from Neil for long.
Images of him, the way his body reacts to him, and all of his sounds echo in his mind.
It only takes him another second to walk back into the bedroom, setting the glass on the nightstand closest to Neil.
He hasn’t moved and barely stirs awake as Andrew steps closer to the bed. “Come here.” Neil mumbles.
“Shower first.” Andrew says watching as Neil makes a face but this seems to help him comply. He shuffles across the bedroom with a couple pokes from Andrew before he’s under the water. Andrew takes his arm bands off before he follows him.
They share soapy kisses and wash each other, mostly keeping their hands to themselves. Neil nearly falls asleep standing up leaning against the tiles in the shower and Andrew has to prod him awake again.
Andrew dresses in something loose, but long sleeved, leaving his arm bands in the bathroom for the night. He helps Neil’s nearly sleeping state into a pair of boxers and one of Andrew’s old practice shirts. He pushes him back towards the bedroom with the tip of his finger in the middle of the 3.
He lays back first, putting his back to the wall before he pulls Neil towards him. Neil curls towards him, his hand grabbing at the end of Andrew’s shirt, starving for the closeness they had shared moments ago.
Andrew’s hands pull Neil as close as he thinks he can manage, their legs tangling together around the sheets.
They lay like this for a couple quiet moments before he hears Neil’s voice drifting from between them. “Thanks.” Neil says, not so much a talker after they’ve had sex. Half of it for Andrew’s benefit, and half because Andrew knows that he’s trying to sort out his own words. “I liked that anything.”
Andrew looks at him, the way his body relaxes in his touch. Images of Neil just moments earlier flash in his brain. He knows he’s telling the truth.
“Me too.” Andrew whispers both of them falling asleep.