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On a random Friday, Andrew’s group got ready and went to Eden’s after their game. They didn’t think it was anything but a regular night, but when they got to Eden’s, they were quickly proved wrong. “What the fuck?” Nicky asks as soon as they step in. There are tons of people, the music is different, and nearly everyone in there is wearing boots and cowboy hats.
“What the fuck is going on?” Aaron asks over the loud cheering coming from the corner by the bar.
Andrew looks around confused and spots Roland, also in a cowboy hat, a tight tank top, and shorts that were obviously a size too small. He goes up to the bar and Roland laughs as he sees Andrew. “I was hoping you’d dress up.” Roland grins, and Andrew glares at him.
“What is this?” Andrew asks, feeling a presence at his side. He looks over and Neil’s standing there with a confused expression.
“Western night!” Roland says, tipping his cowboy hat. “Should’ve brought that Halloween costume, Neil.” Roland says, grinning, and Andrew wraps a protective hand around Neil’s waist. Roland grins at that and pours them their drinks. “At least try to have fun.” Roland says, passing their drinks to them.
Andrew scoffs and leads them to a table that just opened up. He sets the drinks down and Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin find them almost immediately. “What the hell is going on?” Nicky asks, still confused.
“Apparently western night.” Neil responds, shaking his head. “Since when does Eden’s do this?” He asks, just as confused.
“Oh my god.” Nicky says, grinning. “No way, I suggested this three years ago.” Nicky laughs, getting a glare from Andrew. “What? I wanted to see the cowboys!” He says, taking his drink and looking around the crowd. The crowd is mostly women in short jean shorts and cowboy boots, much to Nicky’s disappointment.
“I need a drink.” Neil says, heading back up to the bar. He comes back a few minutes later with some kind of mixed drink that Andrew immediately clocks as being way too sweet.
“We’re going to dance.” Nicky decides, pulling Kevin out of his seat and then Aaron follows, rolling his eyes.
“Western night.” Andrew says in disbelief. “Stupid.” He says, making Neil nod.
They settle into their seats at the table and don’t speak for a while, just looking around, trying to find the appeal in this.
After they’d both finished their drinks and Andrew went up to get them more, Nicky comes back with an ear-to-ear grin. “They have a mechanical bull! Come with me, I want to try!” He says, obviously too excited for this.
“Wait on Andrew.” Neil says, seeing Andrew still at the bar, talking to Roland.
Nicky groans, “Come on,” He complains. “He’ll never go with us.”
“Who says I’m going?” Neil asks, sending a deadpan look at Nicky.
“Me.” Nicky decides. Neil rolls his eyes, and when Andrew gets back and sends him a questioning look, Nicky just grabs Neil’s hand and pulls him up.
“He wants to ride the bull.” Neil says, making Andrew roll his eyes. Andrew sits down, not caring enough to join, and Neil lets Nicky lead him to the corner of the bar. Nicky’s attempt is almost good until he gets thrown off and bounces a few times against the padded floor. Neil laughs at Nicky and then Nicky stands up and bows, as if he did incredibly.
When Nicky gets out of the ring, he says, “You have to try it, it’s so fun.”
“I’d die before doing that.” Neil says, rolling his eyes as some poor girl is thrown off.
“I’ll give you fifty bucks to do it.” Nicky says, and that makes Neil’s eyebrow raise.
“A hundred.” Neil challenges, not expecting Nicky to agree.
“Fine.” Nicky says, grinning. “No takebacks. You’re riding that bull.” He says quickly and Neil sighs.
“Whatever,” Neil says, shaking his head.
“Get in line, I’ll be back.” Nicky says, grinning excitedly.
Nicky heads back to the table, grinning widely. He spots Andrew taking large sips of his drink and grins, “Neil’s riding the bull, come watch.” Nicky says, knowing that Andrew will join him.
“Why the hell would he do that?” Andrew asks, standing up anyways, shaking his head.
“He made me promise him a hundred bucks.” Nicky says, leading them back to the ring where the mechanical bull sits. There’s two people in front of Neil in line, but Neil spots Andrew and Nicky immediately. He rolls his eyes and watches as the two people get thrown off quickly, and then it’s his turn.
Andrew watches curiously, unsure of if Neil will actually attempt this or just fall off quickly and take his hundred bucks. Neil hops onto the bull and grabs the front of the saddle, getting comfortable before it starts moving. The announcer says something and then starts a countdown, and Neil rolls his eyes.
The bull starts moving, and surprisingly, Neil hangs on. Andrew watches as the bull spins and rocks and Neil slides back and forth on it, and his mouth goes dry. Neil’s hanging on tightly with one hand, but the other is pressed behind him, holding himself steady. He slides back and forth, his hips tilting, making it look obscene. Andrew’s eyes are glued to the way Neil moves against the bull, glued to the way that Neil’s head tilts back in a laugh once he starts to actually enjoy it. He watches the arch of Neil’s back as he leans into the rocking, and he grips his drink so hard it threatens to shatter in his hand.
“Holy shit.” Nicky says, surprised.
Andrew doesn’t look at him, but he grabs Nicky’s wrist tightly, shutting him up. Andrew knows how Neil looks, he knows how incredibly hot this is to watch, he knows that Neil notices Andrew’s look. When Andrew and Neil lock eyes for just a second, Neil seems to double down. The timer is going, counting upwards every second Neil stays on, there’s loud cheering around them, but Andrew’s completely focused on Neil.
Neil grins when he sees Andrew and lets his hips move more freely now. He doesn’t try so hard to stay stiff, he rocks with the bull, practically grinding on it to keep him from being thrown off. He takes the hand off the back of the bull and swipes it through his hair, letting himself lean into each rock of the bull. The bull spins quickly, and Andrew doesn’t miss how Neil’s incredibly strong thighs tighten around it, the outline of his obvious muscled legs showing through the black jeans as he steadies himself.
Neil adjusts the way he’s sitting, and Andrew can tell he does it on purpose just to rile him up because now he’s leaned forward a bit more, the grinding of his hips more obvious now. The announcer says something and the crowd around them cheers, but Andrew has no idea what he says, he doesn’t care.
Andrew realizes the tightness in his pants, he realizes that he’s staring hard with his mouth hung open a little, he realizes that he’s very obviously imagining things that he’d rather not let other people know, but he can’t stop. Seeing how Neil’s hips rock back and forth, how his hand tightly grips the front of the bull, how his thighs tighten impossibly more every time the bull rotates.
It all feels like it’s in slow motion. It feels like it takes an hour before Neil is thrown off, and when he is, he grins, putting a hand over his face and laughing. Andrew looks at where Neil landed on the ground and clamps his mouth shut. He presses his drink to Nicky’s chest, not caring about if he grabs it or not before he’s heading to the entrance of the ring.
Neil meets him there, a knowing smile on his face, and Andrew grabs his hand and pulls him away from the crowd, ignoring the cheers for him. Andrew doesn’t say a word as he pulls Neil out the side door and crosses the parking lot to go to where he parked his car. He gets there, unlocks the door, and shoves Neil into the backseat, shutting the door behind him as he follows Neil in. “So, I take it you liked the show?” Neil asks, grinning widely.
Andrew glares at him. “Yes or no, Neil?” He asks, not willing or able to say anything else.
“Yes.” Neil says simply, knowing how much that riled Andrew up. Andrew presses their lips together hard and pulls Neil into his lap almost immediately. Neil makes a little surprised noise but doesn’t complain as Andrew’s hands immediately go to his waist.
“Fucking ridiculous.” Andrew mutters into Neil’s mouth, making Neil laugh into Andrew’s.
Andrew’s grip on Neil’s waist tightens and he pulls Neil forward, rocking their hips together. He’s painfully hard in his pants, he knows that Neil knows that, because Neil groans into Andrew’s mouth before he’s even fully hard. “I wanna ride you next.” Neil mutters, making Andrew’s grip tighten even more, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Console.” Andrew says, pulling back from Neil’s lips. “Open the fucking console.” Andrew says, annoyed that Neil isn’t already doing it. Neil leans back and opens the console, seeing lube, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some napkins. Neil grins and grabs the lube, handing it to Andrew. “Pants.” Andrew demands, and Neil loves this. He loves how controlling Andrew’s being right now.
Neil works his pants off and pulls his underwear down enough to give Andrew access. Andrew doesn’t waste time and puts some lube onto his fingers, his hands shaking with anticipation. “Yes or no?” Andrew asks, pressing his hand behind Neil, dipping his fingers between Neil’s cheeks.
“I want to ride you, do it.” Neil says, and Andrew doesn’t need to be told twice. He presses a finger into Neil quickly and presses their lips back together. Neil rocks back onto Andrew’s finger, groaning as he feels a second press in alongside the first. Andrew lets Neil ride his fingers feeling like he’s going to burst if he’s not inside Neil as soon as possible. “Another.” Neil says after a short moment of him getting used to two fingers. Andrew doesn’t hesitate to press a third finger into Neil, scissoring them almost immediately, loving the sounds that Neil’s making above him.
“Need to be inside of you.” Andrew mutters, breathing harshly as he opens Neil up quickly.
“I’m ready I’m ready.” Neil says eagerly. He probably isn’t, the stretch will probably burn, but Andrew knows that Neil likes that. He’s always pleading with Andrew to fuck him after just two fingers, he asks Andrew to open him up quickly, to press into him as soon as he can, but Andrew never listens, normally content with dragging this out as long as he can. Not now, though. Now, Andrew needs to have Neil riding him.
Andrew pulls his fingers out of Neil and quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling himself through his boxers, not caring enough to get his pants off any further. The angle is awkward at first, but when Andrew slumps down in the seat a little bit, Neil’s able to hover over him perfectly. “Hands on my shoulders.” Andrew says, stroking himself with a bit of lube. Neil obeys and presses his hands to Andrew’s shoulders, and then Andrew’s holding himself with one hand and Neil’s waist with the other.
Andrew looks up at Neil, about to ask the question, but Neil speaks first, “Andrew, I need you.”
Andrew groans as he lets Neil’s body sink down onto his, engulfing him easily. Neil moans loudly as he settles onto Andrew, letting himself take Andrew all the way inside of him, and then sitting for a minute, getting used to the stretch. “Fuck.” Neil breathes heavily. He realizes pretty quickly that he doesn’t really know how to do this. This is the first time he’s been on top of Andrew, and it’s not really ideal that they’re in a car in a parking lot when this is happening.
“Pretend I’m the bull.” Andrew says, his voice straining. He knows that Neil has no idea what he’s doing, but when Neil starts to grind his hips forward and backwards, pressing Andrew further into him, rocking their hips together, he assumes he’s doing good because Andrew immediately groans and tilts his head up, his lips searching for Neil’s.
Neil presses their lips together and uses the leverage he has from Andrew’s shoulder to lift his hips up and press back down. Neil lets out a whiney groan into Andrew’s mouth, the position making Andrew hit the perfect spot immediately, and Andrew grips Neil’s hips, guiding him to do that again.
Andrew presses his tongue into Neil’s mouth and Neil uses his legs and his leverage to start up a rhythm. He starts slow, getting used to taking Andrew like this. It feels like Andrew’s deeper than he’s ever been, he’s definitely more eager than he’s ever been, and Neil decides that he loves it.
Andrew’s hands move to Neil’s thighs and Neil groans when Andrew’s fingernails press into them. “More.” Andrew breathes into Neil’s mouth, needing Neil to move faster. Neil’s never been the one to be in control of this before and hearing that tone from Andrew’s mouth made him more eager. He speeds up the pace, unable to keep their lips pressed together anymore, so he pulls them away, pressing his forehead to Andrew’s instead. He doesn’t try to stay quiet, he doesn’t try to hide how incredible this feels, and he can tell that Andrew’s loving it.
Andrew looks down between them and then up into Neil’s eyes and then down to his mouth and then to his thighs. He wants to see Neil everywhere. “Touch me,” Neil groans, rocking his hips forward as he raises and drops them down on Andrew.
“No.” Andrew breathes, making Neil whine a bit. Andrew’s hands go to his ass instead, gripping harshly as he pulls Neil’s cheeks apart and angles him in a way that makes him hit Neil’s prostate with every movement. Neil moans loudly, his head dropping between his shoulders, and Andrew’s face goes into his hair. “So fucking hot.” Andrew mutters, breathing harshly into Neil’s hair.
Neil groans and grips Andrew’s shoulders tightly, never wanting this to end, but knowing that they’re both getting dangerously close. “Need you to touch me.” Neil complains, and one of Andrew’s hands leaves his ass. He reaches between them and makes a fist around Neil, but Neil’s bouncing on Andrew’s dick makes him fuck up into Andrew’s fist. Neil speeds up, wanting to fuck down onto Andrew and up into his hand more than anything.
“Going to come.” Andrew breathes, groaning as Neil shifts his hips and grinds them forward, giving Andrew incredibly friction as he presses hard into Neil. “Fuck,” Andrew breathes, letting go. His hips twitch as they buck up into Neil. He comes harder than he thought he ever could and lets out a long groan, using his palm to cover the head of Neil’s dick. Neil’s moaning loudly not long after, still fucking himself on Andrew as he comes into Andrew’s palm. Andrew runs his palm in circles along Neil’s, now incredibly slick, head. Neil’s hips twitch as his thighs strain and he fucks down onto Andrew a couple more times.
When he stills, Andrew cups his hand under Neil’s dick, not willing to get his clothes dirty. Neil breathes heavily as he presses his face into the nape of Andrew’s neck, gripping his shoulders tightly, feeling utterly fucked out. “Oh god.” Neil breathes, in a bit of disbelief that this just happened.
“Hand me those napkins.” Andrew says, also breathing harshly. Normally, Andrew immediately rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up but considering that they’re in the car in the parking lot at Eden’s, he can’t really do that.
Neil reaches behind himself blindly and grabs the napkins out of the console, handing them to Andrew with shaky hands. “You’re unbelievable.” Andrew mutters, cleaning his hand and Neil’s dick off. Neil shudders at the feeling, and Andrew gasps when he clenches around him. Neil can barely move enough to look up at Andrew, so Andrew uses his incredible strength to readjust them and lay Neil on his back in the seat before pulling out of him. Neil’s arms are still wrapped around Andrew’s neck and he’s still breathing harshly.
“Fuck, give me a minute.” Neil breathes, needing to just feel for a minute. He’s incredibly sensitive right now, and he’s in a state of disbelief that all of that just happened. Andrew lets him. He lets himself stay buried inside of Neil for far longer than usual, lets Neil’s breathing even out, lets his arms trap Andrew to his chest. When Neil’s breathing slows down a bit, he lets his grip loosen and pulls his arms back from Andrew. Andrew slowly pulls out of Neil and cleans them both up, listening to the way that Neil’s breath hitches with every small touch.
When they’re both clean, Andrew pulls Neil’s pants and underwear back up and then tucks himself away, checking his clothes to make sure there was no mess. Neil’s still boneless against the car seat, and Andrew grins as he plants himself on Neil’s chest. Neil wraps his arms around Andrew and laughs a little, pressing kisses to Andrew’s hair. “That was…” Neil starts, but he can’t find the word he’s looking for.
“I know.” Andrew says, kissing Neil’s chest. “You’re not allowed to ride a bull in front of anyone again.” Andrew decides, making Neil laugh a little, the movement of his laugh shaking Andrew.
“Why not? Worked out pretty well this time.” Neil asks, making Andrew look up and glare at him.
“Everyone in there saw what you looked like.” Andrew says, possessively gripping Neil’s cheeks. “They all saw how you looked.”
“They all also saw that I watched you the whole time.” Neil comments, making Andrew roll his eyes.
“Shut up.” Andrew says, pressing their lips together quickly. Neil grins into the kiss and runs his fingers through Andrew’s hair. Andrew’s hands go to Neil’s chest, and he pushes himself up to sit, still leaning over Neil. After a few minutes, he pulls back and sits up all the way. They were only in there for half an hour before they had to retreat to the car, and Andrew knows that they both want to go back in no matter how boneless they are. “You still need to get your money from Nicky.” Andrew says, letting Neil know that he also wants to go back in.
“Maybe I’ll ride the bull again.” Neil grins, sitting up and opening the door, ignoring that the windows of the car have fogged up.
“You will not.” Andrew says quickly, following Neil out of the car, locking it behind them.
“No,” Neil agrees. “Probably not a great idea considering the fact that I’m way too sensitive to even think about sitting on something that moves.” Neil comments, grinning towards Andrew.
“You’d probably like it, freak.” Andrew says, making Neil laugh.
“Probably.” Neil shrugs, grabbing Andrew’s hand and leading them back to the side door. Before they go in, Andrew runs his fingers through Neil’s hair, trying to get it to go back to normal. Neil laughs and rolls his eyes as he flattens Andrew’s hair back down too. “We just fucked in your car in a parking lot.” He says, grinning.
“I remember.” Andrew says, raising an eyebrow. “I was there.” He says, making Neil roll his eyes. He nods when Andrew’s hair is back in place, and Andrew shakes his head in amusement.
“You saw me ride a bull and decided that I needed to ride you right now.” Neil teases, grinning widely.
“Three hundred and four.” Andrew decides, reaching for the handle to the side door. He yanks it hard, knowing that the lock is broken, and leads them back inside. They head to their table, Andrew pulling Neil quickly past the mechanical bull, and Neil laughs. They get to the table and Nicky’s grinning at them, obviously knowing what they just did.
“Have fun?” Nicky asks, making Aaron groan in annoyance and disgust and leave the table. Kevin just shakes his head and Neil grins at Andrew.
“A hundred bucks, Nicky.” Neil says, holding his hand out for Nicky to put the money into.
“I basically am responsible for getting you laid, is that not enough?” Nicky asks, and Andrew glares at him, a warning obvious in his glare.
“We made a deal, a hundred bucks.” Neil says, grinning as Nicky groans and presses a hundred-dollar bill into his hand. Neil grins and presses it into his pocket.
“I need a drink.” Andrew says, leaving the table. Neil laughs a little as Andrew walks away and slides into the booth, only wincing a little at the pressure of him sitting down.
“God, tell me that the car isn’t disgusting.” Nicky pleads, seeing the way Neil’s face twists when he sits down, making Neil laugh a bit.
“I’ll sit in the backseat on the way back.” Neil says, grinning. Kevin just takes a long drink of his drink and Nicky laughs a little bit.
By the time they’re ready to leave, Andrew’s still sober enough to drive and doesn’t question it when Neil slides into the middle seat in the back. He locks eyes with Neil through the rearview mirror, and Neil just grins back at him, an eyebrow raised.
Kevin slides into the front seat, and Aaron hesitates before sitting as far away from the middle as possible. Nicky slides in like it’s no big deal and looks at Neil with a grin. “Have you ridden a bull before?” Nicky asks, and Neil grins.
“Nope.” Neil says simply, shrugging.
“Next time they bring one, Roland’s calling me. We’re going.” Nicky decides, and Neil grins, knowing that Andrew will speak up.
“No.” Andrew says simply, making Neil laugh.
“What, didn’t you like the show?” Nicky teases, making Andrew point a knife towards the backseat.
“We are not talking about this. There will be no more bulls. Say it again and I’ll stab you.” Andrew says harshly. Neil shakes his head in amusement, but Nicky shuts up quickly.
“Keep talking and I’ll throw up.” Aaron comments, and Andrew turns the knife on him.
“Say another word and I’ll kill you.” Andrew says quickly, making Neil grin and look at Aaron with that annoyingly smug look. Aaron shuts his mouth and looks out his window in annoyance. Neil locks eyes with Andrew through the rearview and winks, making Andrew scoff and shake his head, not daring to look back at Neil again even if it meant not checking his mirror the rest of the way back to the house.
When they all got settled into their beds, Neil in Andrew’s, Neil decided to ask one more thing before going to sleep, “Is that going to be a regular thing now?”
Andrew rolls over and glares at him. “First time I let you on top of me and you’re insufferable about it.” Andrew comments, pressing a hand to Neil’s waist, sliding it to his back, and pulling him closer.
“Speaking of, I’m surprised that that was okay with you.” Neil says, making Andrew roll his eyes.
“Didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” Andrew mutters, but Neil just grins and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.
“I thought it was a success.” Neil says, grinning.
“Shut up.” Andrew says, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know if it’ll become regular.” Andrew says, letting himself have a little moment of vulnerability.
“That’s fine, I was just wondering.” Neil says honestly, shrugging a bit.
“But I did like it. A lot.” Andrew says, a little embarrassed to admit that.
“I know. I did too.” Neil says, making Andrew let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Kiss?” Neil asks, and Andrew leans in and closes the gap between them. He kisses Neil softer than Neil was expecting, but he doesn’t complain. When Andrew pulls back, he lays on his back and pulls Neil to his chest.
“Go to sleep.” Andrew says, his arm still wrapped around Neil.
“Can I…” Neil asks, hovering his arm over Andrew’s waist.
“Yes.” Andrew says, nodding. Neil smiles and lets his arm wrap around Andrew as he settles on his chest.
“G’night.” Neil says, a yawn obvious in his voice.
“Goodnight.” Andrew says, rolling his eyes as Neil passes out almost immediately. He doesn’t take much longer, and then they’re both asleep, holding onto each other tightly. Andrew dreams of Neil riding that bull and is 100% focused on the way Neil looks. Neil grins in his sleep as if he knows what Andrew’s dreaming about. Neither of them move all night, both wanting to hold each other for as long as possible.