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Andrew Minyard took a drag of his cigarette as he watched the ash fall into the concrete. His left hand wandered above the emptiness of the familiar company of a bottle. He cursed silently under his breath.
The weather was starting to get cold and a chill got sent down his spine as he stretched and leaned on his back, arms holding him up for balance. The heels of the legs hanging off of the roof, hit the outside of the building in a steady rhythm. He got both the melody and the lyrics but couldn’t bring out the song’s name.
The door to his back opened, and closed. He couldn’t be bothered to turn around and see who it was. One day, he thought, it’s going to be some random psycho that will want to push me off the roof and he’d do it just fine.
“It’s cold out here.” the voice said, it wasn’t a random psycho. Andrew didn’t move, the visitor didn’t expect him to do so either, instead, he dropped a leather jacket in Andrew’s lap before settling next to him. Not quite next to him, just a bit further back.
His gaze locked onto his face even before he acknowledged his surroundings. Andrew counted silently as he waited for him to cut it off. Again, without even looking at him, “Staring.” he said when he realised this was no soon to come to any end.
And Neil pulled his head back to the open view of the roof, as if he hadn't just been caught. After a moment, his hand snuck into the cigarette box lying next to Andrew's leg. A small twitch tickled his thigh as the slender fingers worked their way through a bit too close for his liking.
He listened to the sound of the lighter followed by an exhale. No words came out of either of them until Neil pressed the butt of his cigarette onto the edge of the roof. Andrew examined him carefully and even before Neil could, he got up with the help of his arms and went for the door with a shiver in his back. He didn’t turn back to pick up the jacket he brought along or to check if Neil was following. He always did.
He pulled out the slim keys under his armbands before twisting them in the lock. The room smelled odd. Disgusting, even. Kevin was out since morning and it didn’t really look like he came back either.
He went on and opened a window still.
“I tried calling them, they didn't answer.” Neil said, picking up the laundry they had left on the floor. Good thing Kevin hadn’t seen those.
“Maybe one of the rookies killed them.” Andrew said with hope and threw himself on the couch, picking up the controller and turning on the TV.
“Yeah, not everyone is you Andrew, people don’t go around and try to kill their new teammate with a hit on their stomach while trying to sign them.”
It was a new year, new season, and the team was just in the brink of players for that they could play so Wymack had to go in and bring in more rookies, having Neil choose them along the way, as well. Three. He said to himself. All three strangers.
Actually, even thinking of Exy bore Andrew so he squeezed his eyes shot for a second that was easy to miss from outside. He picked Balatro and worked his way through as Neil walked around the room and tried to clean up before Kevin was back.
When he was done -define done, really- he came back and sat down on the couch next to Andrew. He looked at the screen with eyes that had no thought behind them that Andrew had to consider he was asleep with his eyes open. Because knowing Neil, he could fall asleep so fast, everywhere, and very well with his eyes open.
“You just picked the shittiest joker.” Was what made him aware that he was in fact, not asleep. “Shut the fuck up.’
They both kept watching and arguing as Andrew played and he was so close smashing the controller in Neil’s head because he apparently knew everything and had to speak up for all his stupid ideas.
But of course, even his murder plans had to be hindered by that person. When Neil’s phone buzzed in the right middle of them on the couch, he reached for it before him and answered it. “What?”
“Where’s Neil?” The voice said as tired as he could be.
“Where are you?”
Kevin sighed from across the line and didn’t answer for a few seconds which Andrew filled in by playing a full house, gaining a grunt from Neil.
“We were stopping by the court for a quick tour with the newcomers and they wanted to play for a bit, which ended up with Sam sending a ball flying in Ly’s eye within the first minute. So we’re with Abby right now. Tell Neil to tell the team to stay up for a bit long for Coach’s speech.”
Yeah, Andrew wasn’t listening to all that.
“Ly?” Neil asked anyway, making him roll his eyes very unintentionally.
He knew who Ly was. So if Andrew did, there was no way on earth that Neil didn’t. He recruited all of them, eliminating one after another that took days and weeks of ranting and fights with him and Kevin. They talked so much of it now that even Andrew could cut down on his hearing to a certain point.
Ly. Lysander Lowell. Defensive dealer. Right handed. 20 years old, 184 centimeters tall. Tried to blow his head off at 13 which ended up only with his right ear. It was more than enough to earn Coach’s pity and once you did that it was up to these two Exy-breathing fuckers. “He’s not afraid to play harsh but knows where to draw the line.” Neil told him, as he came sitting next to him in his alone time. Andrew hated it. He hated it so much that whenever he wasn’t around to piss him off he got even more angry.
“-so he’s good to play, you say.” Fuck. Andrew was in the final ante when he accidentally pressed Y instead of X, discarding all the cards he wanted to play. Good thing Neil didn’t see it because he’d start mocking him and by Monday, it wouldn’t only be Lysander who had a black eye.
“Thirty minutes you say? Even I’m not dumb enough to keep Aaron past his bed time.” They exchanged a couple more love words while Andrew fiddled around the menu, not starting another round. When the call had ended he could hear Neil breathing heavily next to him, obviously pissed. He hated him less in times like these.
“Will they be longer than five minutes?” Andrew said without lifting his eyes up from the screen. He could feel Neil’s furrowed brows looking up to him, either with confusion or anger. Most probably the latter.
“Five?” He replied in a mocking voice. “Ambitious.”
“Two is more than enough but it's better for you to be back on your feet once they’re back so-” He didn’t finish his sentence because Neil sprang up towards him, getting so close to his face that any twitch from either of them would make their skin touch. But Neil knew better than to cross any boundary he had set so he didn’t pull back. Instead, he wasted a couple more seconds with the TV, taking his time turning everything off, as Neil’s warm breath hit his chin and neck.
He placed the controller on the table with no hurry but holding him from his jaw and pulling in for a kiss was swift. Neil’s right arm rose with the action but stopped behind the couch’s cushions and squeezed them for support between his fingers. Andrew’s palm pressed firmly to his cheek, creating the support needed for both of them.
He didn’t want to keep it long. Neil was probably too eager for the newcomers anyway so he didn’t want to busy himself with his grumble. He tore himself from his mouth and melted down the couch to the floor smoothly. Neil grabbed one of the pillows and threw it on the floor but Andrew picked it up and placed it on his lap instead. Neil doubted for a second yet again he placed it behind his back, causing it to push his hips and legs further towards the open.
Andrew used the time to get settled between his thighs, pushing the coffee table with his back to create space. When he was settled, he looked up to find Neil with his hands wrapped behind his neck, teeth sunk into his lips. This was the view Andrew hated the least. He sometimes wished it was all better off as a dream.
Without wasting more time, he hooked his fingers to the waist of Neil’s shorts and pulled them down along with his boxers within a quick motion. Neil gave his weight to his feet, lifting his butt from the couch so that Andrew could pull them down to his knees.
His cock was there, ready and wet, waiting for him. But of course he placed his hands on both sides of his thighs and dropped bites/kisses on the thigh flesh that was already bedazzled with former marks. They weren’t permanent, they all disappeared after a week or two and Neil had said it didn’t hurt him. So it was his way to go and probably his favourite.
He could still see Neil's fingers twitching where they were locked in from. Once they stood too close to his hair, those blue eyes looking up at him with plead and need. But Andrew had pushed them off, and Neil kept them away ever since.
The door to their next, opened and closed before a knock was heard on their door. “Neil?” He heard Nicky, which was enough to press on his nerves. Neil was too fucking loud for them to pretend not to be in here.
Thankfully, neither two of them cared about ethics and morals and they mutually decided to ignore him. Andrew pressed his elbows next to Neil’s hips and bent down his spine over Neil’s spread legs, twisting his tongue on the head of his cock. He hissed and cursed as the lips surrounded the tip fully and slowly went through every part of his mouth.
Andrew dug one of his hands firmly around his left ass cheek and the other pressed onto his lower abdomen. He tried to grip the auburn hair between his fingers but they slipped away as his fist shut. Instead he sent his hand in circles as his mouth worked deeper and deeper.
Neil’s ass was pressed deep down into the cushions as his back was as far away as it could be. His hand climbed to his arch and spiralled over his spine slowly. He didn’t need to use any hands as all of his cock was inside his mouth, the tip hitting down his throat with every thrust. Neil was trying to stand as steady as he could but his hips moved forward and pressed himself deeper into Andrew’s throat.
Andrew used the hand on his hip to sink his nails to his flesh so that he would stop. Once he was back in control, he continued with his own steady rhythm, this time pushing Neil down from his waist for him to keep still. It was hard considering the unequal weight distribution of their position right now but he managed it somehow.
As Neil’s moans got louder, Andrew went faster with his pace and once he felt the trembling of the thighs over his forearms, he knew what was about to happen. “‘Drew! F-fuck.”
Andrew pulled off at the last second, causing Neil to make a mess over his chest and abdomen. Even before he could get his eyes to open again, Andrew was already up and on his way to the bathroom.
When he got back out, he found Neil, still laying all bare on the couch, having not moved an inch. His forehead was covered with sweat and his chest came up and down with a quick pace. He threw the towel he had just used which landed right on his head, covering his face and eyes, yet Neil didn’t move.
Andrew opened the door and went for next door, without even needing to knock, he got in to find Nicky and Matt sitting by the TV with a soap opera on. They turned their heads quickly to see who it was and once they realised, they went back to their show. “Aaron went to bed.” Said Matt simply, which Andrew couldn’t care less. He got out again and went back inside their room, skipping girls’, because probably whatever Matt knew, so did Dan.
When he opened the door, he saw five new figures standing there. The first two were familiar enough to have something to keep his eyes locked on to yet he couldn’t keep himself from eyeing the other three.
He could match the faces to the names he heard from around but he couldn’t care less to do so. They looked eager enough which was enough to annoy Andrew. Sure Coach could introduce them to the team somewhere else but he chose to do it in the right middle of his room. He glanced quickly over the couch, which did not accommodate Neil anymore. He was standing right next to Kevin, not bothered by Andrew’s entrance but talking to the new teammates with so much enthusiasm. He still looked like shit and the inside couldn’t smell anything less of what would explain the suspicion in all of the new faces.
Andrew didn’t say a word, going into the bedroom and closing the door from his behind. He got under the covers and tugged in his sides. He could hear the set of hasty voices, talking atop of each other, but one said something in a slower manner and he heard the heavy footsteps coming towards him. He stayed still as the door opened and the man talked slowly, blending in with the conversation that was going on inside.
“The schedule is the same as last year. Same hours, same days. You come late, you run five more laps, remember.” Andrew stood silent as he watched the ceiling. Coach cleaned his throat before continuing. “Also just a thing for you to know beforehand, Sam, the new striker, is also a criminal justice major. It’s only her first year yet you might bump into each other in a class, just to let you know. And you might have to do some pick ups for the first few weeks until the newcomers can start handling the road on their own but you just bring Renee or Nicky along or whatever. I don’t give a shit as long as all of you are there.”
Wymack didn’t wait any longer before closing the door back and cutting the yellow light fusing into the room. Andrew was already asleep when Neil and Kevin got back and settled on their beds in silence.