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Neil's coming down from a particularly excellent orgasm, courtesy of Andrew's very talented mouth, when Andrew kicks out at him with a bare foot and says, "Not today. Get out of here."
It's anyone's guess, these days, whether Andrew will be in the mood to have someone bear witness to him touching himself. Neil doesn't bother taking it personally and snags a pair of boxers and his phone before ducking out of their shared dorm room and closing the door behind him.
Kevin's in a lecture and a massive rule-following nerd who refuses to "disrespect his professors by engaging in cellular activity during class," so Neil isn't expecting the telltale vibrate of a text message from his phone. He squints down at the glowing screen, surprised to see that Andrew's the one sending it.
Well, stranger things have happened. Neil settles down on one of the beanbag chairs and swipes to unlock his screen.
Andrew: neil.
He notices that Andrew's sent the message to the group chat they share with Kevin. Hmm.
Neil: yeah?
Andrew: pick up where we left off. what were you going to do?
And oh, Neil's down for this. He doesn't feel — well, weird, necessarily, around Andrew's boundaries, but he's absolutely willing and ready to help Andrew over the edge. Even though Neil's definitely spent, he feels a spark of arousal as he figures out Andrew's game.
Neil: i'd want to make you feel as good as you did for me. think you'd let me work you open?
Andrew: mm. depends. tongue or fingers?
Neil: your choice.
Andrew: oh, how kind of you
Kevin: Jesus Christ, you two, aren't you together right now? Why the fuck are you blowing up my phone?
Andrew's inaudible in the other room, but Neil can imagine the way he's smirking as Kevin's message arrives in chat. He can't wait to see what happens next.
Kevin: What are you even
Kevin: Christ
Kevin: Are you for real right now?
Kevin: Fuck you both. You know I'm in class
Neil's feeling comfortable, and cocky, and knows the both of them will appreciate it, so he opens up his phone's camera, tips his camera down, and snaps a photo of himself, visibly hard within the boxers he's pretty sure actually belong to Kevin, now that he's paying attention. He feels a bit overwarm, curled up on the beanbag chair, and contemplates whether or not he could go another round. There's something incredibly hot about Kevin witnessing this conversation without being able to do much about it.
The responses come in heartbeat-quick.
Andrew: greedy. you've already come.
Neil: could go again if kevin wasn't being a prude
Kevin: I AM IN A LECTURE
Kevin: LEARNING ABOUT HOW THE FIRST ADVANCED TECHNOLOGICAL TOOL IS THE BOW AND ARROW
Kevin: AND NEITHER OF YOU ARE BEING PARTICULARLY HELPFUL WHEN IT COMES TO HELPING ME PAY ATTENTION
Neil: shame. guess we're on our own, andrew
Andrew: rest in peace kevin
Kevin: I swear to God
Neil: swear what, kev? we gonna get a threat or a promise?
Kevin: you both deserve a spanking
Andrew: rest in peace kevin's capitalization
Andrew: keep going, neil, it's rude to leave your partner hanging
Neil: can't have that. i think i'd prefer to tongue you open, get you nice and wet and stretched for me
Neil: hmm, or kevin
Kevin: Neil.
Neil: would love to help you kev but i'm a little busy
Neil: i haven't shaved yet this week, drew. would you like to feel the way my jaw scratches against your spine and ass as i make my way down to your hole? would it burn your skin just right?
Andrew: i'll allow it
Neil: are you touching yourself now, thinking about it?
Andrew: it's very arousing to imagine how frustrated kevin is right now
Kevin: Prof Sanchez is going to kill me if I leave early
Kevin: Why are you both like this
Kevin: Is this some sort of cruel game?
Neil: ye
Andrew: yes
Kevin: fuck you both
Neil: we're TRYING here, god
Andrew sends a photo then, and Neil enlarges it eagerly. Images from Andrew are rare, and often vague enough to avoid being incriminating, but he must be in a good mood today: it's a close-up of his fingers, pulled apart just enough to see the sticky thread of precum stretched out between them.
Kevin: Fuck
"Andrew," Neil says, loud enough for his voice to carry. "Can you hear me okay?"
"Yeah," Andrew responds from their room, faint yet still audible.
Perfect.
Neil: wish you were here with us, kev
Neil: think of how i'd look eating andrew out, ass in the air and too preoccupied to do anything else. lots of things you could to me if you wanted to join us
To punctuate his texts, Neil lets out a loud moan. It's a bit exaggerated, but hardly, because he really is imagining what he's sure Kevin and Andrew both are right about now.
Andrew: fuck
Andrew: close
Kevin: addfgsd
Neil: that's not even a real word
Kevin: Coming
Neil: oh
Neil: ;)
Neil; us too
There's a sharp bark of laughter from the bedroom, and Neil grins. Even at full exy speed, which would make Kevin look absolutely ridiculous to witness as he bolted across campus, they have a few minutes before he'll arrive.
Neil: drew
Neil: i wonder if i could make you come with just my tongue
Neil: a thought for later. for now, i guess your hand will do
He presses the flat of his own hand against his dick, relieving the pressure just a bit, and lets out another breathy noise for Andrew to jerk off to.
Andrew doesn't respond, which is a pretty telling sign of what he's doing right about now.
Neil feels remarkably smug.
It isn't long before the hurried scuffling of keys in the lock greets Neil's ears, and he flicks his eyes toward his phone's clock to see how early Kevin left his class: about fifteen minutes. A good start, but Neil's sure he and Andrew can best it with enough practice.