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Andrew woke up alone and sweaty in the bed that he usually shared with his boyfriends. The sheet was tangled in his legs, and he had thrown the duvet onto the floor at some point in the middle of the night.
It was hot, so hot, and their ancient air conditioner was losing the battle against South Carolina’s most recent heat wave. Andrew would have had the system upgraded sooner if he’d realized, but they hadn’t spent the summer in Columbia in a while; last summer they were in Chicago helping Aaron and Katelyn with their newborn twins, and the summer before had been Neil’s graduation from Palmetto, and they’d gone on a road trip in celebration.
This summer they’d agreed to spend their two months off here, and the other Foxes would pop in and out when they could. It was ideal, as Kevin would get some much needed quality time with his dad, and the three of them would have access to the Foxhole court to keep up with their training. Dan was living here full time and working as Wymack’s assistant coach, and Matt and Allison were on the same pro exy schedule they were and would be around all summer, too.
So yeah, it was great, it was lovely - but it was fucking hot. The HVAC guy couldn’t fit them in until next week (apparently they weren’t the only ones who wanted to upgrade their system in the middle of this heat wave), so in the meantime, they were sweaty - indoors and out.
Andrew dragged himself out of bed slowly, fumbling for his glasses, not bothering with a shirt. He shuffled down the hallway in his boxers, peeking into the other bedroom to see Kevin and Neil still asleep - Kevin buck naked and starfished in the middle of the bed, and Neil curled into a little ball at the edge.
They usually all woke in a jumbled mess of arms and legs in their brownstone in Boston, Andrew tucked up against the wall, Kevin taking up too much space, Neil wrapped around one or both of them like an octopus. But their air con in Boston worked beautifully, and they kept the thermostat at a cool 68 degrees - conducive conditions for snuggling with the giant human space heater that was Kevin.
They had tried. They’d started off last night in bed together, but after a whole lot of tossing and turning and complaining (Kevin doing the complaining, Neil the tossing and turning) Andrew had kicked them both out.
Andrew closed the bedroom door quietly and made his way to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot and pulling out a large pitcher to fill with ice - pausing a moment to stick his head in the freezer. He had just propped himself up under the ceiling fan in the living room, iced coffee in one hand and his novel in the other, when Neil tumbled into the room in a t-shirt and running shorts, auburn hair sticking straight up and sneakers in hand.
Andrew’s eyebrows shot up over his glasses. “It’s over a hundred degrees outside Neil.”
“I know,” Neil said, sitting on the edge of the couch next to him to lace up his shoes.
“And you think it’s a good idea to go running?”
Neil stilled for a second, then finished tying his second shoe and sat up. “Had nightmares,” he said. “I won’t go far, just a couple miles.”
Andrew nodded. The nightmares didn’t happen as often anymore, but they all three had them - and they all three dealt with them differently. For Neil, nightmares meant running, his feet pounding the pavement in a path that wasn’t running away, a path that would bring him back to Andrew and Kevin, a path that would calm his rabbit heart.
“Fine, but take a bottle of water with you so you don’t pass the fuck out,” Andrew said.
The corner of Neil’s mouth quirked up the tiniest bit at that. He detoured into the kitchen to grab a bottle, and was out the door.
Hm. They were supposed to meet up with Matt and Dan and Allison at the pool today to ride out the heat. Neil would never cancel plans with his friends, but if today was a nightmare day then lounging around in public with his scars on display was probably the last thing he wanted to do.
Andrew shot off a text to Matt, and then went back upstairs. Kevin hadn’t moved, still splayed out on the bed naked and oblivious. That’s one thing that hadn’t changed from their college days - the man could sleep through a hurricane and waking him up was still a feat.
Andrew sat on the edge of the bed. “Kevin.” Nothing.
A little louder, “Kevin.” Nothing.
“Kevin,” Andrew all but yelled as he shoved his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Kevin grunted, and slowly blinked open his eyes. He smiled, closing them again. “Mm’ndrew,” he mumbled, reaching for Andrew with grabby hands.
Andrew sighed and leaned down to kiss him on the corner of his mouth. “This what you want?” he murmured against Kevin’s lips, mouthing along his jaw. Kevin nodded against him and stretched. Andrew reached down, running his hand along the planes of Kevin’s abs. There was one sure fire way to wake Kevin up quickly, and-
“UmmmHMMM,” Kevin moaned sleepily underneath him as Andrew wrapped his hand around his boyfriend’s dick.
Kevin arched up and reached for him, but Andrew batted his hands away. “Too hot, hold still,” he said, and with that Andrew shifted down the bed, kissed Kevin’s hipbone, and then took his cock into his mouth. Andrew sucked hard and fast just like Kevin liked it, his hand wrapped around the base and twisting just so until Kevin sputtered out an inarticulate noise above him, tensed for a moment, and Andrew let go with his mouth to jerk him through his orgasm.
It was too early for swallowing.
Kevin was grinning down at Andrew, wide awake now, and Andrew grabbed the end of the sheet to clean off his stomach. “Can you wake me up like that every morning?” Kevin asked.
“No,” Andrew grunted. He stood and grabbed Kevin’s hand and pulled. “Get up.” Kevin flicked his gaze at Andrew’s boxers. Andrew rolled his eyes. “Not now, get up out of this bed.”
“Why?” Kevin grumbled as he sat up and tugged his hand out of Andrew’s to stretch and roll his neck. He yawned, looking around. “Where’s Neil?”
“Exactly,” Andrew said.
“You make no sense,” Kevin grumped, and leaned forward for a kiss.
Andrew sighed, and kissed him. He really couldn’t refuse either of his boys - it was a not-so-secret secret and he was well aware that they took advantage of it.
“Neil had a bad night - nightmares,” Andrew said after he had kissed away Kevin’s morning breath.
“Oh. Is he running right now?”
“Yes. I cancelled our plans for the day and I have an idea, but I need to go pick up some things for it.”
Kevin frowned. “It’s a billion degrees outside.”
“Yes. Which is why I need you to get up.”
“Right. On it. I’ll make sure he’s not gone too long and I’ll make sure he eats.”
“Exactly,” Andrew said again, and kissed Kevin one more time before he left.
***
Neil was tired and he was hot and he hadn’t slept well, which made him grumpy.
He tried not to grump at Kevin when he’d gotten back from his run and his boyfriend had shoved an iced coffee into his hand. He tried not to grump at Kevin when he then proceeded to make him a smoothie. He tried not to grump at Kevin when he’d dragged him upstairs and started the shower for him - all the way on cold, no hot water needed thank you very much.
Standing there naked in the bathroom Neil finally failed in his mission to not grump. “I can manage to get in the shower by myself you know,” he snapped at Kevin.
“I know love, but why would you want to?” Kevin countered.
Oh.
“So?” Kevin grinned.
“Yes,” Neil nodded.
Kevin stripped out of his t-shirt and stepped out of his boxers and led Neil into their walk-in shower. The tiles were cool against his back when Kevin pushed him up against them, kissing the water off of his neck and his collarbones, tracing the hollows of his throat with his tongue. Kevin reached out to grab a towel from the rack behind them and dropped it to the floor of the shower, startling a laugh out of Neil.
“Shut up, tile’s hard,” Kevin grinned as he knelt on the towel in front of Neil, and Neil shut up as Kevin sucked his cock into his mouth, the water sluicing down over his shoulders as he hollowed his cheeks and closed his eyes. Neil wrapped his fingers in his boyfriend’s dark, wet hair and gave in to the pleasure of it, sighing, and then moaning, and finally coming with a quiet gasp.
He slid down the wall and sat under the water next to Kevin, linking their pinkies. “That helped,” Neil said finally.
Kevin huffed a laugh. “I bet. We need to get Andrew later, he woke me up with a blow job this morning.”
“What a sweetie,” Neil grinned.
“I’m going to tell him you called him a sweetie.”
“Don’t you dare. Where is he anyway?”
“Doing a thing. He cancelled our plans for the day.”
Ah. Of course he did.
Kevin and Neil were on the couch trying to figure out the new exy video game Andrew had bought them last week as a joke when they heard Andrew pull into the driveway. Their phones buzzed simultaneously, and Kevin checked his first.
“Andrew says stay inside,” Kevin said, his brow wrinkled.
Neil was curious, but he shrugged and they went back to the game. Occasionally they would hear a muffled bang, and at some point Neil realized Andrew must be in the backyard. It was almost an hour later when their phones went off again. This time Neil checked.
“We’re to put on bathing suits and come outside now,” he said, raising one eyebrow at Kevin.
Doubly curious now, they did as they were told quickly before heading out the kitchen door, barely making it onto the back porch before halting. Neil’s mouth dropped open as he took it all in, and Kevin started laughing next to him.
Andrew had bought a goddamned kiddie pool.
Not just any kiddie pool, but a giant inflatable pool that took up half the backyard and had a huge fake palm tree in the middle of it spouting water up into the air. There were three industrial outdoor fans attached to the side of the deck that hadn’t been there yesterday, angled towards the pool to create a strong breeze, along with a bubble machine - a bubble machine? - that was merrily shooting iridescent bubbles into the sky. There was a cooler full of ice and wine coolers and Capri-Suns on a table next to the pool, along with koozies and a small speaker that was dutifully pumping out some tropical tunes.
It was delightful, it was magical, but it was Andrew that Neil couldn’t tear his eyes away from. His boyfriend was lounging in the pool, grinning at them in a flamingo-print bathing suit, giant rainbow sunglasses on his face and a bright orange wine cooler in his hand.
He looked ridiculous. He looked adorable. He looked edible.
“I think it’s Andrew’s turn,” Kevin said suggestively next to him.
“In the pool?” Neil asked.
“In the pool,” Kevin agreed.
God, Neil loved his boyfriends.