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In his defence, Neil had actually been trying to study.
He had done his math homework during his breaks between one class and the other, his spanish essays were sitting on his desk, all completed for the first time in a while, but his professor, a middle aged white man with a very thick american accent, decided that it was time for his students to learn how to actually speak the language.
They had to learn from this guy. Very interesting.
So yeah, Neil had actually tried to study. How he had ended up with Andrew between his legs, he didn't know.
He tried to mentally retake his steps: from the moment he sank into the couch, determined to watch at least two movies in spanish, to the one where he heard Kevin say that he was going to Aaron's for a while.
Andrew was smoking near the window, sundown was near and Neil could make out the gold in his eyes and the light freckles on his cheeks as if they were standing face to face. They locked gazes for a moment and the blond's scoff made Neil's heart flatter.
Andrew had been smoking near the window but suddenly, after merely twenty seconds after Kevin's departure, Neil heard the door lock. He looked at the space near the window, now empty, and then at the door.
Andrew had his back pressed against it, arms crossed in front of him, bored expression dominating his face but-
His eyes, his dark and golden eyes, were fixed on Neil's face.It was true that they hadn't exactly had time for each other during the past few weeks. Between Neil's new role as captain, the twins' therapy sessions, the extra practice with some of the freshmen and the temperature on the roof lowering more and more each day, it was hard to find time for anything other than a quick blowjob in the shower or a handjob in bed (sometimes even while Kevin was asleep a couple of feet from them).
Andrew stayed glued to the door as if he was waiting for something and Neil finally figured out what when he heard one of the characters speak on the TV. He fidgeted around, looking for the remote, and Andrew's scoff was the only thing showing his amusement. Only when the device was finally off, Andrew took a tentative step towards him.
Neil made himself comfortable on the couch and Andrew filled the empty space between his legs, he had to raise his head to meet his gaze but the neck ache he would get later would be worth it. The goalkeeper's left hand found his nape and his thumb began to slowly caress his face.
Neil cherished these moments together and sometimes he wished people could see this side of Andrew. He wouldn't exactly call him soft, there were so many fucked up reasons why neither of them could really be labelled as such, but it surely was softer than the monster people wanted to see.
This part of Andrew was still trying to accept that he was allowed to want things, still trying to accept that Neil chose him instead of anybody else, instead of himself, still trying to accept that he could actually act on his fantasies without having to feel guilty.
A smile sneaked his way on Neil's face, some would call it a grin. But, fortunately for him, there was no one there except for them.
"Stop."
Andrew's voice left no room for argument but Neil, as an instigator at heart, knew better than that.
"I'm not doing anything."
"Denial doesn't suit you, junkie. Yes or no?"
"Yes."
Andrew was a quiet man, Neil didn't know if he had always been like that or if he had been made this way, but sometimes, during heated times like this one, he found a hidden voice inside of him that liked to play with Neil's brain, heart, common sense... with his everything.
Andrew would tell him the plans he had for the striker, how he was going to tear him apart and then build him back up again, how Neil's noises were like a music that only he knew how to properly interpret. One time, when they were in Columbia, a little drunk and a whole lot tired, Andrew had told him that many times he had thought of his memory as a curse, a cruel joke that the universe played on him. Other times, though, his memory was a gift: he could remember these moments, Neil's reactions, his pleasure, as if they were a movie he had watched a thousand times.
Now, Andrew wasn't feeling really talkative (not yet, at least) so it was Neil's job to run his mouth.
"I missed you."
Andrew kissed him harder.
"Shut up."
"I did though."
"Shut. Up."
Andrew nudged his legs and he instantly spread them to give him more space on the couch. The goalkeeper's body was basically spread on his, one hand in his red hair, pulling them, and the other on his face, caressing it. His right leg was bent and pressed against his covered dick.
Neil was trying to stay still. His legs were bouncing, he couldn't really control them, but his hands were fixed on the couch, squeezing the material so hard that he thought it may break.
Andrew's lips found his neck, lavish kisses that Neil was sure would leave red marks. He didn't mind them, he had told Andrew as such when he had asked. How could he when they made him feel so good?
"You are an idiot."
Neil laughed and Andrew's hands followed a path along his arms to his hands. He took them and gently placed them on his hips.
"Here and above."
Neil nodded and focused his attention on the blonde's neck, awfully exposed. His lips left soft kisses along it and Andrew shivered, a noise came out of him that couldn't exactly be classified as a moan but that was proof of his very sensitive neck. Andrew talked because he knew Neil liked hearing him and it was just another way to make up suffer and feel good at the same time. Andrew making noise? It was a once in a lifetime event that Neil always cherished.
Andrew pulled his hair when he felt Neil smile in his neck.
The redhead was waiting for Andrew to finally sit on his lap, with his legs on either side of him, but, instead, he stood up completely. In a matter of seconds his shirt was on the floor, showing off his black armbands and his heaving chest.
"Want to take your shirt off, yes or no?"
"God yes."
By the time they actually succeeded, too busy touching and groping each other, Andrew shocked him once more by sinking onto his knees. He rested on his ankles and looked at him straight in the eyes, an implicit question being in them before actually touching him.
Neil didn't immediately answer him, instead he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles with his underwear without actually taking them off. Kevin was gone but they didn't exactly know for how long.
"It's yes, Andrew."
His cock was hard and red but Andrew didn't hesitate: he attached his lips to the tip and began to gently suck, his hand squeezing the base.
"Oh my fucking-"
Neil held onto the pillows of the couch, his eyes closing without him ordering them to do so.
"Eyes on me, junkie."
"First you tell me not to stare, then to look at you, what do you want from me?"
"Weren't you the one who 'wasn't doing anything'?"
"Don't be mean."
"Oh but where is the fun in that?"
"So you admit you have fun."
Instead of answering Andrew just sucked his dick harder, which wasn't really fair but Neil certainly wasn't going to complain.
His hand stroked the full length for a couple of moments while his mouth focused on the tip but, at some point, he must have gotten bored because his hand found its place on his balls and his head started to bop.
"Andrew!"
Neil could feel the satisfaction rolling off the man in front of him but he couldn't bring himself to care about his smugness. He felt torn between heaven and hell, between an amazing experience and a full on torture.
"I am not- fucking hell Andrew."
He seemed almost hungry, like Neil was his favorite meal and he was a starving man. Neil lost count on how many times he had dreamt about Andrew but, every time they did this, he always realized how reality, for the first time in forever, was actually better than his imagination.
"I am not going to last long."
"Why? Are you not having fun?"
Sometimes Neil forgot how much spiteful Andrew could be when he actually cared about something.
"Kevin could come back any minute."
"Let him."
"Andrew..."
He didn't say anything but the plea in his voice was evident. For once, Andrew listened to him.
His hand and his head moved together: the first squeezing the base while he took him in his mouth and then stroking him when Andrew needed a second to breathe. Neil was riding the edge and he would fall over sooner than later.
"Close- I'm very close."
"In my mouth, yes or no?"
He groaned, he had survived the mafia and years on the run only to die from the hands, or better the mouth, of Andrew Minyard.
"Yes."
Andrew's mouth was open, his hand stroking Neil's cock, the tip resting on his lower lip, and their eyes were locked.
"I'm coming, fuck!"
The sight of Andrew on his knees, taking his cum like it was the nectar of the gods, was a sight sweeter than honey but the satisfied expression on the blonde's face almost made him come again.
Andrew rested his head on the redhead's knee and Neil gently placed a hand on his head.
"That was amazing."
Andrew stood up and, finally, sat on his lap.
Neil was glad that this was a good day, he didn't think he could stomach being left alone after the devastating orgasm he had just had .
Neil tasted himself on the blonde's lips and he could feel his erection pressing against his leg.
"Close your eyes."
Neil obeyed without a question and he felt Andrew's breath shudder against his lips. Wet sounds were the only ones in the room for a while but, soon, Neil found himself voicing out loud just how much he loved when Andrew felt good.
"Fuck you are amazing."
Andrew's voice was rough when he finally answered.
"You can't even see me right now."
"Doesn't matter."
Andrew didn't answer, instead he got closer and Neil could feel his movements against his own stomach. A moan escaped his lips.
He didn't know if Andrew was annoyed by it but his free hand caught a hold of his face, his thumb dangerously close to his mouth. Neil's tongue went out to look for it without a direct order and, before he knew, he was sucking on Andrew's thumb imagining it was his dick.
"You are a fucking menace."
Neil only smiled, eyes still closed, and continued to suck like his life depended on it.
"One day-" Andrew stopped with a harsh sound and stayed silent for a couple of seconds, "One day I am going to let you feel me for real."
Neil understood the promise between his words. He wanted to tell him that this was enough, that they could keep doing this for the rest of their life or stop everything altogether and it would still be enough, that as long as they were together he didn't really care about this. But Neil sensed that Andrew wouldn't want to hear all of that now so, instead, he just moaned extra loudly to show him his excitement at the news.
Andrew wasn't nearly as loud as Neil so the striker understood he had finished only because of the warm liquid that hit his stomach and because of the hard kisses that came afterwards. He signed and threw his head back to rest on the couch.
"You can open your eyes."
"That was amazing."
Andrew, for once, didn't tell him to shut up but he seemed very close to do so. Instead he just pushed his face to the side and stood up.
"I need a shower."
He tossed Neil a bag of tissues before disappearing in the bathroom.
Neil stayed in silence for a couple of minutes and then went in search of the remote. He tried to concentrate on the words of the movie but he soon fell asleep.
He woke up when Andrew came back and nudged him. He didn't say anything, just turned around and left to go towards the bedroom.
Neil gave up and turned off the TV before preparing for bed.
When his professor judged his spanish accent the next day, Neil found himself not particularly caring.
He knew the basics of the language and that was enough, there was no need to know it perfectly, he wasn't going to run and he surely wasn't going to need another identity whose first language was spanish.
He was going to be okay.