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Andrew had Neil backed into the kitchen counter while he was sitting on a stool less than 4 feet away from him. It was close to 4 am and Andrew had been sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for Neil's return from his run.
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The foxes had decided to drive to the Blue Ridge mountains for Christmas break. They were meeting up with some members of the USC Trojans to spend the holidays together (Allison's planning). The only reason Andrew had gone was to see Neil Josten. And the alcohol Nicky brought. That was a bonus.
Neil had been Andrew’s little secret. They went out together sometimes after games they played against each other. At the banquets, they ditched their team and opted for smoking cigarettes on the highest row of seating in the stadium. Andrew was interested in Neil, to say the least. The junkie's obsession with stickball was irritating, but Neil’s looks and witty personality more than made up for it. Andrew would never share these thoughts aloud.
“What are you doing?” Neil asked, his eyes widening at Andrew's presence.
Andrew only hums and nods his head to the hot chocolate he had made Neil just minutes before his estimated arrival. Neil Looks at it and then the mug next to it, which Andrew had made for himself.
“Do you want to go sit on the couch?” Andrew asks, trying to come off calm.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Neil ends his sentence with a question as he grabs his hot chocolate and goes to the living room.
Andrew grabs his own which has whipped cream, marshmallows, and rainbow sprinkles on it (it's a homosexual disaster, much like himself), and follows Neil to the worn-out leather couch next to the fake Christmas tree. Across from them, the fire in the fireplace was still slowly smoking and a hazy orange from the embers.
Neil watches as Andrew pulls up a fuzzy blanket that is folded in a bin next to the couch and places it over both of their feet. Neil gives him a shy smile while taking a sip from his cup of hot chocolate which only had a minimal amount of whipped cream. Andrew knows the man isn’t a fan of sweets, which is crazy if you ask Andrew, so he only added a small amount of whipped cream and marshmallows but left out the rainbow sprinkles.
When Neil pulls the mug back down from his lips, he has a ring of whipped cream creating a frosty white mustache above his upper lips.
Andrew snorts and tells the junkie just this. Only when hell rubs to fix it he ends up spreading some onto his nose and cheek as well. Andrew lets a small smile slip out because it’s almost Christmas and he knows he can trust this junkie.
Making what seems to be the worst decision of his life, he leans up and slowly grabs Neil’s face and brings it closer to his own. He then takes the edge of the blanket and slowly starts wiping the whipped cream from the other man's face. He can feel his scars as he trails his hands across his cheeks. Neil has a small grin on his face which Andrew absolutely doesn't want to kiss and Neil lets out a little puff of hot air that Andrew can feel warm on his own neck.
Even after he’s done wiping Neil's face, he still cradles the man's face in his hands and is staring into Neil's eyes while the other is staring back. Just as Andrew is about to pull away, a whisper comes from the Trojan striker's lips.
“Can I kiss you, Andrew?” Neil's voice is like gravel and he's taking quick shallow breaths almost like he had just gone for a run. Andrew supposes he had but it had been enough time for Neil to calm down. This was something else.
“ Yes or no?” Andrew will not make any moves until he has full approval from Neil.
Neil's response is quickly spoken out “Yes ‘Drew ”
Andrew looks into Neil's eyes and doesn't catch any sign of hesitancy so he slowly leans in. When their lips first connected it was like Fourth of July fireworks in Andrew's Stomach. This wasn’t like kisses Andrew had in bathrooms of bars and out when the Monsters were clubbing, this was heaven. Neil slowly opened his mouth and Andrew licked the man's lips in a question. Neil hummed and reached his hand out in front of Andrew and placed it on his shoulder.
Andrew lifts the hand that isn't on Neil’s face and moves it to the back of his head, combing his fingers through Neil's slight curls. Neil's mouth tastes like chocolate and sugar and everything Andrew could’ve ever wanted. If he were to get anything for Christmas this year, Neil waiting for him under the mistletoe was now on the top of his list.
The End <3