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Andrew had no idea why he was in this fucking plane. Or in Oklahoma. Or in this car Shai had ordered.
It had been two weeks since the playoffs. Since the Finals. Since he lost to the guy.
Yet, like they were best friends in middle school who couldn't leave each other's sides, he came.
And Shai, graciously, had ordered a car for him to meet at some unknown private club. The building was black with white LED's that rimmed the roof. Drew obviously had his hood up. Even if the club was empty and lifeless as he walked in, he wasn't risking anything.
When he reached the private room, Shai was already sitting widely on the leather couches. A bottle of water was in his hand, arms resting on the top of the chairs. He seemed calm, yet excitement brewed in his eyes. "You came."
"Yeah." Andrew sat down, close to him, but not too close so that they didn't touch.
Shai didn't like that though, pulling his friend closer till their legs were pressed against each other. "How are you?" He teased.
"Good."
"You see my messages?" Shai clicked his fingernail against the plastic bottle.
Drew wanted to lie. He wasn't going to give Shai any satisfaction of reading whatever nonsense he sent. "Yeah." But he was easy.
"You like 'em?" Andrew looked at him through the corner of his eyes. He crossed his arms, flush creeping up his spine as he remembered all the texts.
They started pretty calm. Gym pictures with his muscles glistening and an obvious pump. His sweats would be pulled low, along with his boxers, hairs feathering ever so slightly.
The next few increased in intensity. A shower pic with the towel wrapped so loosely that it was barely held by his hand. There were droplets of water running down his body, chasing down the perfect curve of his muscles.
And the texts weren't any better either. They were filthy. Mostly about how much Shai missed him. About loud moans and certain habits he had in bed. Or how he acted after his team finally won this season against OKC, unbearably loud with how aggressive Shai was that night.
If the texts couldn't get even dirtier, they did. Voice messages and videos of him jerking of, talking mostly about pictures he takes of Drew during whatever passionate escapade they choose. And pictures, from the gym and regular everyday outfits, with an unmistakable bulge branding in the front.
Such a tease.
It had been a just a few seconds of silence from Drew's end until Shai responds. "I take that as a yes?"
"Shut up." Andrew pressed his legs together, pulling away from Shai.
With growing confidence and nonchalance, Shai grabbed his thigh, pulling him back, even closer. "Do you want a drink?"
"Did you fly me out for a drink?"
"Ok, ok, sorry." Shai eased off, chuckling as his hand trailed upward. "I came to spend time with my dear Andrew." Drew was sure he was cringing, eyes shutting in disgust. "I'll order the car, 'mkay?"
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The car ride was boring. Shai spent most of his time on his phone, knowing Andrew didn't come for no reason. But his hand was still resting on his right thigh, stroking him through the thin fabric of his sweats.
When they got to Shai's house, they spent some time picking out a movie. His room was large and warm, freshly washed blanket and sheets as if he was ultra prepared.
The Shining lit the screen, green grass and wide-shots illuminated the screen. Shai cuddled up close, arm wrapping around his shoulders. "This good?"
"Yeah, whatever." Drew wasn't about to entertain anything Shai was thinking about. It was pretty odd what was going on. Why would he fly him out just to watch movies?
But he didn't mind. They didn't have to do anything tonight. Shai was just all talk no action.
The movie was progressively getting less interesting. It was some stupid two-thousand's movie about some stupid family. Not interesting.
As if Shai could tell Andrew's interest was waiving, he placed a hand again on his outstretched thigh, moving it away from his shoulder onto the fleshy muscle. "Yo."
"Yeah?" Drew looked over, eyes glittering from the screen. Brown with that beautiful green piece. Shai thought he looked so pretty. The movie still played in the background, a rather gruesome scene flashing through the screen.
Shai leaned closer, and so did Andrew, breaths mingling together. Then their lips clashed together. For how long they took to even make eye contact, their movements were rushed and aggressive.
Their tongues began a dance, as they toppled on each other. Shai started pulling Drew's sweats, socks, and boxers off, pushing his thighs down against his chest. "Clean?"
"Yeah, yeah." He panted out, whining when Shai licked at his feet. "You're such a nasty ass nigga." But he folded when Shai smirked at the comment, grinding forward into a still-clothed Shai.
Then he lowered his head. Whilst making eye-contact with Drew, he pressed against hot tongue against his hole. Enjoying the sound of his whimpers like it was music, he pushed the muscle inside. Groans and moans spilled from the both of them, Andrew's hands running to Shai's shoulders, gripping the flesh. "Why, fuck, are you...!"
Then Shai pulled his tongue away, laying down across from him. "Your nails are too fucking long. Sit." He grabbed Drew's thighs, pulling them to rest on each side of his head. With agility, he slid his hand down his back, forcing Andrew's head to his crotch.
Then he started his ministrations again. His tongue probbed in and out, pressing against that spot. Drew quickly pulled down the latter's pants, pumping slowly become taking the tip in his mouth. His groans vibrated on the flesh, causing Shai's breaths to quicken and deep moans to spill from his plush lips.
Not distracting himself from the warm canal in front of him, Shai pressed a finger, already lubed while he was kissing one of Drew's cheeks, to the hole. "You tight..." Shai groaned.
Popping his mouth from the base, saliva and precum spilling from the corner of his lips, Andrew sighed. "Haven't done shit all season. Was waiting. You?" Shai didn't answer, diving his nose into the warm hole again.
That seemed to occupy Andrew's mind, as he moaned and wrapped his lips around Shai's dick again. The two worked in tandem, licking and sucking and pressing into each other's favorite spots.
After a while of this, Drew felt a bubble form in his stomach. He became louder, tighter, and whiner. He pressed back into Shai's open mouth, taking everything he was giving.
He came with a splat onto Shai's stomach and his, barely able to keep up with sucking off the man below him. He turned over, legs tangled with Shai's. "Come here."
Shai pulled him over, fisting himself over Andrew's pretty face. It took a few seconds longer due to Drew's lazy blowjob, but he came too, covering his eyes, lips and cheeks with white. He grabbed his phone, taking a picture for recollection. "You're so pretty, fuck." He wiped off the mess, pulling the man back into his arms.
They laid there, bodies sticky with sweat and whatever juices they had. Drew leaned in first, kissing Shai's lips roughly. The two pulled off whatever clothes were left on their bodies, entangeling shamelessly. Andrew laid back on the bed, letting Shai spread his thighs and press inside with a unified groan.
He started slow, knowing it had been months since the two spent any intimate time together. Sure, makeouts after regular season games and during the Finals weren't irregular, but it was just kissing. No sex. But Shai knew Drew wasn't satisfied with the vanilla shit by how quiet he was.
Pressing Andrew's quads against his chest, he started ramming into him. Their groins pressed against each other, filling the room with an eerily loud sound. Shai relished in the sounds he could pull from Andrew, taking him out of his usual voice into something so high-pitched it was scary. "Fuck. Shit. I'm gonna cum."
Andrew nodded, face red with flush as he gripped the white sheets. His head lolled to the side, eyes rolling back as Shai pumped his own dick. He came just as loud and intense as last time, toes curling on Shai's chest.
Shai came too, pulling out first and jerking off onto his chest. The two lumped together, panting loudly as if they were back on the court.
He turned, reaching for wipes in his drawer. "Always prepared, huh?"
"Never know what's gonna happen." He wiped Drew, gentle compared to the pace he was going at before. Andrew seemed a little standoffish though, turning over to face the large window. He grabbed at the remote, turning off the TV so he didn't have to listen to whatever nonsense was playing.
"You good?"
"Yeah." Shai was up now, pulling on a pair of pajamas to sleep.
"You sure?" He was little confused.
"Yeah." Andrew pulled the covers up further. Shai laid down, wrapping an arm loosely around the latter's waist. His head pressed closer to the other's head, lips close to his ear. They laid there for a while, tension worse than before the movie.
"I haven't been with anyone else."
"Oh."
"And I didn't fly you out for no reason." That gained Drew's attention, making him spin to face Shai.
"Then why?"
"I got you shoes."
"Thanks a lot. I definitely didn't have shoes."
"My shoe brand. Just don't wear them out yet, hm?"
"Those-"
"Yeah." The two made eye contact for a new seconds before Andrew turned away.
"Thanks."
"Aww." Shai grinned, rubbing into Drew's shoulder.
"Fuck you."
"I love you, too."