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The drive home wasn’t as infuriating as this elevator ride up to their floor feels, because at least in the car Andrew was able to turn the radio volume up higher than Neil and Kevin could yell.
But here? Oh, no. Andrew can detect every fiber of their vocal chords in the small and quiet square that is the elevator.
Exy this and Exy that. Do better, try better, be better, and so on and so forth.
After a couple of years of being each other’s teammates, one would think, or at least hope, that Neil and Kevin could finally land on the same page and read it at the same time, but no.
Andrew must have walked underneath a ladder at some point, or broken a mirror, or committed some type of crime that explains his inane bad luck.
Neil didn’t help his case by mentioning yet again that he ranks higher than Kevin by being his captain, and Kevin didn’t do himself any favors by blaming their recent losses on Neil’s apparent ineptitude when it comes to leadership.
Andrew unlocks the door to their dorm and goes straight for the windowsill, ready to unwind from that grueling practice with a cigarette and eventually a shot, maybe rum or whiskey.
Maybe by time they’re done screaming at each other, he can have a nap in peace.
With their bedroom door still open, Andrew can hear their heated voices as if he was in the room with them. It’s when they go suddenly and suspiciously quiet that Andrew finally stirs.
Curious, but Andrew focuses on the task at hand and burns his irritation away like it’s the tobacco in his cigarette.
He hops off his desk when he’s done and steps towards their bedroom, only to hear a loud crash hit the bedroom floor. It doesn’t sound like a body, so Andrew doesn’t hasten his pace, and is awarded with the fact that he was right.
It wasn’t a body hitting the floor, but rather all the objects on top of his dresser being cleared clean off by Neil’s ass.
Kevin has Neil perched on said dresser, with Neil’s legs wrapped around Kevin’s midsection, his fingers roaming the expanse of Kevin’s back and then up to his hair, gripping him tight.
Andrew can’t see Kevin’s face, for it’s being effectively sucked off by Neil’s mouth, insistent and hungry and as angry as always.
Andrew leans against the doorway to watch, wondering idly if there’ll be a winner to this wrestling match. It’s amusing to him that these two grown men, who always have a lot to say, have yet to find a way to communicate with their words.
It’s not a problem, the kissing. If it were then Andrew would be quite the hypocrite, given the fact that he’s been on his knees in front of Kevin Day countless times now.
Mostly to get him to shut up when Andrew needs him to shut up. He wasn’t expecting Kevin to use that same tactic back, but it looks as effective as ever.
The sudden sound of their lips parting is nearly louder than their earlier words, Neil pulling away from Kevin to look exasperatedly at Andrew.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice gone hoarse.
Andrew neatly shrugs one shoulder. “I was going to have a nap.”
“You’re tired now?”
Andrew ignores the smirk on Neil’s face. “No,” he says, then he turns his stare on Kevin, who still looks furious at having been demeaned by the man he helped create, even as he’s got both hands around his waist. “You want to see him without his panties on, don’t you?”
Kevin blanks, but Andrew can see what’s underneath his masked panic. “Um -”
“You should ask him.”
Kevin clears his throat, then turns his stare back to Neil. “Fuck. Neil, can I -”
“Yes,” Neil says, nodding fervently as he scrambles off of the dresser to land on his feet, stepping out of his joggers and underwear as soon as he’s touching the floor again, leaving him dressed only in Andrew’s oversized sweater.
Whether it’s his earlier anger or a newfound lust, Kevin uses a sudden burst of energy to push Neil backwards onto the nearest bed. He clambers overtop of him, pushing Neil’s knees to his chest to get a better view.
Neil’s knees threaten to close, so Andrew steps forward and places a hand on one of them, holding Neil open for Kevin to look at.
Andrew shares a look with Neil though, one they’ve exchanged a thousand times before, because they’ve asked each other a thousand times before; they know each other’s boundaries like they know their own bodies.
Blushing, Neil glances between his legs before sneaking a hand down, his fingertips ready to poke and prod at his own cunt, all with Kevin watching.
Only for Kevin to suddenly reach out and grab his wrist to stop him. “No. Let me?”
But he asks it while looking at Andrew.
Andrew sends the look back to Neil, who nods slowly before whispering, “Yes.”
As eager as he is, Kevin touches Neil like he’s never done this before, which is almost comical for a man who is held together by the highest standards of excellence.
He traces the split of Neil’s lips with a delicacy and hesitancy that most professional athletes have been depleted of.
Kevin’s large hands look at odds with the softness of Neil’s bare pussy, a contrast of color and shape that Andrew can’t look away from.
His fingers slide along Neil’s slit, pushing in a little deeper with each pass until he bumps Neil’s clit, pulling a breathy and almost frightened gasp from Neil’s mouth.
As if he’d hurt Neil, Kevin pulls his hands back to himself immediately, but he never stops looking.
“Neil,” Kevin says in a way that he has never said Neil’s name before. “Can I taste it?”
Neil makes a low and pained noise, his knees drawing inwards again. Despite that reaction, he nods and whispers, “Yes, fuck.”
Andrew digs his fingers into the knee he’s still holding, though he has no intention of putting a stop to Kevin’s exploration.
Two of Kevin’s fingertips press at Neil’s entrance, not enough to slip inside yet. Kevin keeps them there as he leans forward, and while Andrew is expecting the slightest and smallest swipe of Kevin’s tongue, Kevin opens his mouth instead and closes both of his lips around Neil’s swelling clit.
“Oh,” Neil starts to say, then ends off with a string of unintelligible noises, likely not expecting Kevin to put his entire mouth around him.
Kevin makes a noise against Neil, just as unintelligible as all of Neil’s noises, his at least justified because they’re made around his stuck-out tongue.
He presses the tip of his tongue to every part of Neil it can reach, mapping out wherever his fingers haven’t gone yet and honing in on every spot that makes Neil’s legs tense and twitch.
Curiosity sated, Kevin pulls back slightly to give himself more room, then finally pushes the two fingers into Neil’s waiting hole.
Neil swallows them up quickly, taking them to the hilt, his cry cut off by Kevin returning with his tongue and licking the stretch around his fingers.
Even with Neil moaning and pushing back onto Kevin’s fingers for more, Andrew can see the deep set to Kevin’s brow, the concern.
“Am I hurting you?” Kevin asks, pausing with his fingers still buried deep in Neil’s cunt. “You’re really tight.”
Neil bites his lip and looks to Andrew for a moment, then shakes his head.
“I can handle a lot more, I promise.”
Kevin looks to Andrew too, and while Andrew is burning from the way they look at him, he doesn’t flush, stutter or breathe until they’re finally looking back at each other.
Kevin takes Neil’s promise to heart and adds a third finger, watching with amazement as all three enter and exit Neil, covering Kevin with more and more slick after every pass.
Still thrusting into Neil, Kevin uses his other hand to play with Neil’s folds, spreading him open as best he can and exposing Neil’s clit to the cold air of the room.
“It’s so - pink,” Kevin says softly, looking intently at Neil’s wet and puffy pussy.
“What were you expecting, orange?” Andrew asks, reaching over the bed to grab a handful of Kevin’s hair. All he does is yank on it, not willing or wanting to touch Kevin anywhere else right now.
This isn’t about himself, anyway.
“Where can I - where should I touch?”
Neil doesn’t answer, so Andrew takes hold of Neil’s wrist and guides his hand down to touch himself.
“Neil will show you.”
It took a long time for Andrew to learn where and what makes Neil feel good, what works, and what doesn’t.
At this point Andrew could play Neil like a keyboard, even with his eyes closed, but Kevin is taking a crash course in Neil’s pleasure and Andrew would prefer to skip cutting corners as much as possible.
Neil leads the way, showing Kevin where to touch and how. It has to help that Kevin is new to this, too, for he’s as hesitant as Neil is.
Andrew watches until he’s bored, then tells Kevin to use his mouth again.
Kevin does so eagerly, leaning back down to devour Neil. His tongue glides up Neil’s red and open lips before finding his clit, flicking it with a speed that looks painful for Kevin’s jaw.
Not that he seems to care, continuing even with Neil’s legs closing around his head.
“K-Kevin,” Neil stammers, beginning to lift his hips off the bed. “Kevin, it’s too much -”
Kevin listens, pulling off with a wet smack.
“You taste so fucking good, Neil,” he says, voice heavy and raspy around the edges. It stirs the heat in Andrew’s stomach to watch him say such words with a soaking wet chin. “Could do this all day if you’d let me.”
Neil whimpers, a high-pitched noise that twists Andrew up on the inside.
Neil is a shivering wreck, and he hasn’t even come yet. He presents his pussy so nicely, stretched and waiting and slick to the touch. Andrew wants to reach out and finally put his hands on Neil, but he already told himself that this isn’t his turn.
Instead he pets Neil’s hair back from his face, then looks up at Kevin.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Andrew asks, watching Kevin’s jaw clench. Kevin nods, just barely, despite his apparent eagerness. “Ask him.”
Kevin immediately looks to Neil, wearing the oddest expression of desperation given the words he was yelling at Neil just twenty some minutes ago.
“Neil,” Kevin says lowly, placing his hands on Neil’s thighs and slowly rubbing downwards. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” Neil asks, mouth pulling to the side in a smirk.
Kevin growls, digging his fingers in to the flesh of Neil’s thighs. “Can I fuck you, you spoiled lit-”
“Yes,” Neil says before Kevin can finish whatever pointless tangent he had planned.
Kevin doesn’t seem to mind, leaning over Neil’s body to kiss him again. His erection is apparent, tenting his joggers and pressing against Neil’s thigh.
How could Andrew be jealous when he can’t wait to see Kevin try?
The kiss is longer than the previous ones had been, so long that it feels like a step towards intimacy and not dirty, raw fucking.
Andrew latches onto Neil’s hair and pulls his face towards his, kissing Neil hard so that Kevin has to watch, but only so they can get back on track with their urgency and remember why they’re here.
From the corner of his eye, Andrew can see Kevin untying the drawstring to his pants while he looks around the room. “Uh, condom …?”
Neil and Andrew don’t use them, so there would be none to find. Neil knows that just as well as Andrew does, so he looks to Andrew and asks, “It’s fine?”
Maybe it isn’t, but that fact wouldn’t be able to stop them now. Andrew turns to Kevin and grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him in until they’re nose to nose.
“Don’t finish inside of him and we won’t have a problem.”
Kevin nods without flinching, then finishes stripping himself of his clothes.
Neil swallows hard at the size of Kevin’s cock. Andrew would too if he hadn’t already had it down his throat a handful of times.
Neil trails his hand between his legs and begins to gently pet himself, calming his own nerves. His fingers create a ‘V’ around the hole of his cunt, bracing himself for the brunt of Kevin’s cock as best he can.
Andrew helps to hold Neil’s leg to the side, needing his hands on him so he can sense when things are too much, but also wanting to be close enough to see everything.
Maybe it is a little bit about himself, after all.
The head of Kevin’s cock is dark and flushed, eager yet angry looking. Neil’s hole is small in comparison, clenching around nothing until it finally meets the tip of Kevin’s cock and goes tight.
“Slowly,” Andrew reminds Kevin, wishing he could control the pace himself.
Kevin nods while Neil’s breath hitches. Andrew would remind him to breathe too, but the look of concentration on Neil’s face isn’t something that he wants to break.
“Fuck, Andrew,” Kevin swears, dropping his chin to his chest. “He’s so tight.”
“Keep going,” Andrew instructs, using his free hand to push on the small of Kevin’s back.
With a little more coaxing, Kevin’s cock disappears, swallowed up by Neil’s pussy.
Neil is blushing, biting his lip hard to keep from speaking. Andrew wonders if he told Neil to speak, would it be praise or critique? Some sort of insistent demand that Kevin stops treating him as if he’ll break, or a string of curses and then Kevin’s name.
Maybe Kevin is wondering that too, for he stops thrusting to look at Andrew, quirking one eyebrow.
“Is this your way of getting us to stop fighting?”
Andrew thought it was obvious. “It’s my way of making you be quiet.”
Neil smirks from underneath Kevin, moving his hands to Kevin’s waist to poke him.
“You were being a dick today,” Neil says, laying the words out like bait.
Kevin takes it and sets the snare off.
“You were being sloppy,” Kevin says, louder and heated. He grabs Neil’s hips and pulls him hard into the next thrust, forcibly maneuvering him on and off his cock. “Much like you’re being now.”
If Neil was going to retaliate, the words are erased from his mind on the next thrust.
Maybe Kevin is smarter than Andrew gives him credit for.
Andrew leans back slightly to watch the show.
Kevin continues to fuck Neil, pressing in so deep that he nearly bends Neil in half. Neil throws his calves over Kevin’s shoulders, all of Kevin’s weight sending Neil’s thighs against his own chest.
The bed frame creaks continuously, while Neil’s hair is a mess at the back of his head where it’s been rubbed into the mattress.
Their combined sex noises makes Andrew wish he had thought to close the bedroom door behind him, but he is not getting up now for anything.
Because Neil is close, and Andrew knows it.
“Come on,” Kevin says from under his breath, panting. “I want to feel him come.”
Andrew looks at the frustration on Kevin’s face and nearly feels pity. “Play with his clit.”
“No,” Neil says suddenly, and they both stop. Neil tilts his head to look at Andrew, then reaches for his hand. “Can you?”
Something that feels like fire shoots down Andrew’s spine. He nods, and moves by the accord of his pride as he slides his hand between Neil’s legs.
Andrew briefly traces his fingers around Neil’s stretched hole, secretly bewildered by the added feeling of Kevin’s cock drilling into him.
He finds his clit next but only touches it with a fingertip; Neil is bold and broad everywhere else, but here he needs the slightest of touches, planned out and executed in a careful rhythm to bring him to the edge instead of shoving him over it.
Andrew knows when Neil is close by the way his calves tighten and his toes curl inwards, the tension a tell-tale sign of his oncoming orgasm.
Andrew ignores the signs and continues to tap his fingertip a little harder, a little faster, creating there-and-then-gone friction until Neil tenses up and lifts his hips off of the bed.
He stutters through his orgasm, Andrew only letting up once his hips have stopped twitching.
“Holy shit,” Kevin says, exasperated in a way Andrew’s never heard him sound before. “Did you just come?”
“He’s about to do it again,” Andrew says by Neil’s ear, now pushing through Neil’s oversensitivity to rub small, teasing circles against his clit until the tension stacks back up for him.
If it wouldn’t likely kill Kevin, Andrew would even go and look for their vibrator. Maybe next time.
Andrew lays his free hand on Neil’s belly and feels it tighten. Kevin stares from above, expression lined with concentration, keeping himself balls deep in Neil’s pussy until Neil comes for the second time.
“Fuck,” Kevin says, gritting his teeth. How he’s able to last through two of Neil’s orgasms is a feat Andrew doesn’t care to understand. “How many times can he go?”
“He is right here,” Neil says, though he sounds far away as he grabs Kevin’s face to make him look down. “I think I have one more in me.”
Kevin licks his lips in thought. “Can I?”
Neil doesn’t need to think, nodding immediately and taking Kevin’s hand to guide it downwards.
It takes a small amount of awkward jostling before Kevin can get the right angle, but he’s quick to run down that road once he’s on it, circling his finger around Neil’s abused clit until Neil snaps, coming for the third time around Kevin’s cock.
Andrew isn’t a fan of jealousy, but his cock twitches in his pants then, sort of maybe wishing it could have been him.
With Neil taken care of, Kevin’s stamina begins to wane, his thrusts falling more slow and shaky. His breathing goes shallow, a bright indicator that he is not going to last much longer.
Andrew presses a hand to Kevin’s chest, ready to push him back and tell him off because Andrew already wrote the rule in the sand and Kevin agreed to its terms.
But Neil grabs Andrew’s wrist and pulls it between them.
“Wait,” Neil says, his gaze only attuned to Andrew. “I want him to. Can he?”
Andrew’s earlier fiery pride and his newly acquired jealousy battle in his chest, but neither win in the end.
He looks to Kevin and snaps. “Make it quick.”
Kevin nods furiously, his thrusts speeding up until he’s pounding into Neil’s swollen hole.
Their skin slaps together rather lewdly, so much so that Andrew feels for once left out.
He slips his hand between their bodies, feeling for where Kevin’s cock meets Neil’s sensitive and spent cunt.
“Fuck,” Kevin swears at the cold press of Andrew’s fingers.
Andrew can feel the exact moment that Kevin’s cock jerks and releases inside of Neil.
Kevin continues to thrust until he’s shaking too hard to continue. He looks like he has every intention of staying where he is, but one glance at Andrew has him pulling out, lowering Neil’s legs to the bed with a groan.
Neil keeps his legs splayed open, likely because he can’t close them on his own.
It gives Andrew and Kevin a vantage point to watch Kevin’s cum exit Neil; a small, white gob of it leaks out slowly, before suddenly dribbling down Neil’s neglected asshole.
In the new and odd silence, Kevin sucks in a breath before leaning over to try and kiss Neil, only to be stopped by Andrew’s hand on his chest.
“Uh-uh,” Andrew says without looking at him. “You’re dismissed. Go shower.”
Kevin says nothing, though Andrew can imagine the disappointment on his face. He gets up and finds his pants, then leaves the room, closing the door completely behind him.
Andrew waits until he hears the shower running before looking fully at Neil.
“Well, that was interesting,” Neil says, amused. He sits up and grabs the nearest item of discarded clothing to wipe at his thighs.
Andrew nearly scoffs. “Your pregnancy kink? No, not really.”
“Your jealousy,” Neil clarifies, and when Andrew looks at him angrily, he rallies with a smile and continues, “that you know is as useless a feeling as regret. You have nothing to be jealous about, just so you know.”
Even if he were jealous, which he can’t recall now if he was or not, Andrew shakes his head and grinds his teeth, then gives up and pulls Neil’s face to his.
“Next time you let him fuck you, he wears a condom.”
Neil nods, the tip of his nose rubbing against Andrew’s.
“Okay. What about you?”
Andrew does scoff then.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he says, then pushes Neil back onto the mattress and climbs overtop of him, ready to give him his answer.