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They haven't even left the court when Neil whispers into his ear, "You're taking me to Columbia tonight."
Suddenly, the ache in his shoulders from swinging his racquet for the entire second half is satisfying for an entirely different reason. When Neil pulls away there's a burning heat in his eyes, one that promises an endurance not nearly close to spent, despite the full exy half he played.
His eyes fall to Andrew's arms, then down to his thighs, before he finally meets Andrew's stare again. It's a long up and down, so obvious in its desire that only the blind could miss it. Andrew lets his lips twitch into a smirk, an allowance made just to see Neil's eyes darken across from him. It's times like these that Andrew can't believe this is the same man who so adamantly did not swing.
They're both quiet in the locker room, an audience to the Foxes' jubilation after another early season win. Neil is as fast as always getting out of the shower, but this time Andrew is only right behind him. He lets Neil grab their bags before going off to find his striker's puppy of a best friend.
"Matt," His surprise is less and less pronounced now; Andrew could almost be impressed.
"What's up, man?" Matt pauses while drying his hair.
"Take mine tonight."
"You and Neil heading to Columbia?" Andrew nods.
His awareness is, perhaps, Boyd's only saving grace, and the only reason Andrew finds himself coming to Neil's best friend for babysitting duties more and more.
Matt's smile is slick, knowing, "From the way he was eyeing you all game you're going to have your hands full."
Andrew says nothing to that. He likes having his hands full, preferably of Neil's ass, or thighs, or cock.
He leaves without a goodbye, raises a hand to the crowed, "Have fun lovebirds!" Matt leaves him with. The Maserati is already on and running by the time he swings into the front seat.
"Eager are we?" Neil huffs, "I've been half hard since you made that save against Rodriguez with three minutes on the clock."
Andrew checks his lap to see he's not lying. That had been his intent of course, but it's always nice to see a plan come to fruition.
"It's a two hour drive," Andrew reminds him.
He looks at Neil's lap again as he pulls on to the highway, "Touch yourself."
Neil's head whips around to meet his gaze, "What?"
Andrew gives him a look, one that says I don't repeat myself; Neil stares at him with a half open mouth, but his hands move to pull down his sweats. Andrew's inhale is sharp when he realizes that he's been commando this whole time.
"Tell me when you're going to cum," he turns back to the road when he sees Neil nod.
Keeping his eyes on the road is the hardest thing he's done all night, especially when Neil's breath starts to hitch in a way Andrew recognizes. Andrew catches him licking his palm out of the corner of his eye, and then he can hear the wet sounds of Neil fucking up into his fist. His own hands tighten around the steering wheel.
It doesn't take long for Neil to stutter out his name, "An-Andrew, close."
Andrew hums, "Yeah? You thinking about my hand around your cock? Or my hand around my racquet like the junkie you are."
Neil moans low in his throat, "Thinking about, about that save. You were so fast, like there was nothing he could do to get by you." His hand starts to move quicker as he speaks, and Andrew has to try hard not to roll his eyes.
When Neil's thighs start to tense Andrew speaks again, "Stop." Neil whines, but his hand instantly stills around his cock.
"What? You thought I would let you cum?" Andrew tsks.
Neil's hand squeezes around the base of his dick as he shudders, "C'mon Andrew I want-"
Andrew cuts him off, "You can cum when we get to Columbia." Neil huffs in response, but he starts to work himself again. It takes even less time before he's pulling his hand away with a whine.
"That's it, Neil," he says, "That's good."
Andrew watches Neil edge himself for his pleasure with a building heat in his veins. By the time they pull up to the Columbia house, Neil is a babbling shivering mess. His eyes are shut tight, and his dick is rock hard and flushed a bright bright red. Andrew parks and undoes his seat belt, leaning over to devour Neil's lips with his own.
He pulls back only when he needs to breathe, "You can cum."
Neil's whole body tenses with Andrew's permission, ropes of white painting his hand and his stomach as he moans. He curls forward, weight leaning into Andrew's body as he draws out his high. Neil finally stops with a wince, but it's clear they're not done from the look in his eyes.
They abandon their bags in the car, and Andrew lets Neil open the door, a consequence of the shake of arousal in his hands. Neil wastes no time once they make it to the bedroom, scrambling for the lube they stashed here last weekend.
"Prep me?" he asks, "Wanna ride you."
Andrew lets his answer show by the fervor with which he takes off his own clothes, before falling atop Neil with a kiss. He warms the lube between his fingers before he goes to trace Neil's rim.
He's so hard it hurts, has been since he first noticed Neil's own arousal back on the court. He's barely put a third finger in when Neil flips them; Andrew's own yelp thankfully muffled by Neil's mouth on his.
"I'm ready," Neil says as he pulls away, pupils so swollen his eyes are practically black. Andrew lets him go, landing one last jab to his prostate to watch Neil hiss above him.
"Yes?" he asks.
Neil likes to be stretched just enough, but his eagerness means that Andrew often needs to double check, if only for his own peace of mind. Neil moves back until their hips meet, arms tracing down Andrew's chest the whole way.
"Yeah, Andrew," Neil breathes.
There's no build up, it's just Neil and the sudden heat that engulfs his own cock. Andrew's groan gets stuck in his chest. His hands immediately tighten on Neil's hips as he breathes in and tries not to cum in the first five seconds.
Neil gives him barely any time to adjust, lifting up with a decisive movement before dropping back down. It tears a noise out of Andrew's throat.
"Neil," he hisses, but Neil pays him no mind, thighs already working as he bounces on his dick.
Andrew groans, nails digging into Neil's skin as he tries to get enough leverage to meet his rhythm. Andrew bites his lip. It's too much, the heat around him, the moans leaving Neil's throat, the clutch of Neil's body when he nails his prostate just right. Andrew always tries not to cum first, but he's hurtling towards the edge faster than he can do anything about it.
"Neil I'm-" he warns, and then everything stops.
He shudders, biting his lip at the embarrassing sound that wants to escape. Neil's thighs are shaking as they hold him away from Andrew's body, his fists clenched where they push against Andrew's chest. Andrew blinks up at him, dumbfounded. His eyes catch on the sweat dotting his hairline, the shine Andrew left on his now smirking lips.
"Not yet," Neil says, and this must be payback for the drive earlier, but Andrew can't bring himself to care when it feels this good.
Neil starts slow this time, a lazy rhythm, one that has him grinding down with a blissful look on his face.Andrew lets him, doesn't even think to try and force the control back into his own hands.
He lets himself be used as a toy, mouth open wide and eyes half-lidded as he takes in the pleasure painting Neil's face. He tries to keep himself quiet, but his body betrays him in other ways. Obvious shudders that run down the length of his back, goosebumps that rise on his arms, the twitching of his hips that he can't stop.
His orgasm sneaks up on him, until suddenly he's saying Neil's name with a desperation he's never heard in his own voice. Neil doesn't pull away this time. He sits there, rhythmically clenching around Andrew's length until Andrew's jaw creaks from pressure. Neil leans down, dragging his tongue up Andrew's neck and over the sharp line of his jaw.
Andrew breaks as his weight shifts atop him, curses and moans falling from his lips in equal measure. He thrusts up into Neil's heat prolonging his orgasm without input from his brain. When it subsides he's left panting, and Neil is looking down on him with a mean smile that has his dick twitching valiantly.
"I was so good for you, and this is how you treat me? I didn't say you could cum yet, Andrew."
Andrew shudders, overcome with a visceral need to apologize as Neil pulls away. Heat blooms on his skin, shame and embarrassment warring with each other as he feels his own cum slip from Neil's hole.
Neil's own dick is still standing proud in between his legs, and Andrew wants nothing more than to get on his knees. He goes to do just that, but Neil pushes back against his chest, keeping him supine on the bed.
"Oh, and now I'm supposed to reward you by letting you suck my dick?" Neil sneers.
Andrew freezes before shaking his head. Neil's the one who deserves a reward. Neil's the one who listened so well earlier, who gave Andrew all of the power so easily. It's Andrew who's failed. Andrew who needs to do better. Andrew who needs to give Neil what he wants.
Neil grabs his softened dick, and Andrew bites his lip hard enough to bleed at the mix of pleasure pain.
"You're gonna get hard again, and then you're going to stay hard until I cum on your cock. Understand?" Andrew nods, trying valiantly to ignore Neil's hand around his sensitive cock.
It's easier once Neil leans in, pressing his lips to Andrew's softly. A wave of affection heats him up from the inside, one divorced from the pleasure Neil is giving him. He mourns Neil's lips when they finally pull away, only to find that he'd gotten hard in the midst of Neil's distraction.
"You going to be good this time?" Neil asks with a raised brow.
"Yes," Andrew rumbles, "I promise."
Neil smiles, easing himself down on Andrew once again. He sets a fast pace, enough that Andrew can feel the phantom burn in his own thighs, but it's not as immediately overwhelming as it had been.
Andrew runs his hands along Neil's thighs, up his hips to his chest, before returning to grab at his cock. Neil clenches around him at the first touch, and the pleasure hits Andrew like a lightning bolt. Neil doesn't seem to notice, caught up as he is with pushing down on Andrew's dick and up into his fist.
It takes longer for Andrew to reach his precipice this time, and Neil is already stuttering in his rhythm as he tries to hold on.
"Fuck," he breathes, "Andrew, fuck me."
Andrew doesn't need to be told twice, flipping them over and drilling into Neil with a single-minded purpose. Neil's voice rises in waves as his hands claw at Andrew's back.
"Yeah, yeah, right there, right there," he moans.
Andrew grunts in reply, taking Neil's dick in hand as he desperately clings to the edge. Neil starts to babble as his body surges upwards, orgasm cresting over him like a wave.
"Fuck, in me, in me Andrew cum in me," and that's all the permission Andrew needs as pleasure overwhelms him once again.
He only breaks the silence when they're both panting and boneless, "I hate that you get this horny over exy games."
Neil huffs before rolling over to curl into Andrew's chest. "You like that I like it," he mumbles. Andrew's hand curls into his hair; he has nothing to say to that.