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The first and most important rule of college is Never waist an empty apartment. Which is why the moment the door closed behind Nicky and Kevin, Neil was pulled into a heated kiss right there at their kitchen counter. The hot chocolate and popcorn that had been in the process of being made were immediately forgotten, the boys too lost in each other's mouths.
Neil's hand scratches it's way down from Andrew's buzz cut to his neck, gripping at his strong shoulders and down to his broad chest. Immediately he feels Andrew tense under his palms and he pulls away, lips and hands both.
Andrew has come a long way with being comfortable with Neil's touches, but Neil knows to live with him day by day and that some days they might take a few steps back against the direction they had gone the day before. He doesn't mind. Neil has learned to read the signs, to listen and to always ask.
"Where do you want me?" his voice is a bit out of breath but just as soft. Andrew takes a moment to think about it. A lot of the beginning of their relationship had been filled with half truths and full lies, but they learned to trust one another and Andrew knows not to push them to cross lines neither are comfortable crossing.
"My neck and hair" he whispers. Neil smiles and nods, leaning to kiss him again, one hand gripping the counter behind them while the other holds the back of his head. Neil was conscious to not press himself against him, but after a moment Andrew is the one pulling him closer, his hands holding at Neil's waist, pressing their hardening bulges together.
Both men gasp with the pressure. Neil trails a path down Andrew's neck, smiling when he feels his body shiver under him. He presses gentle kisses under Andrew's ear, on the sharp edge of his jawline. He licks a line over his pulse point, the vein beating rapidly under Neil's tongue. He sucks the vein into his mouth, the soft skin bruising, the grip on his waist tightening to the same bruising strength. Neil sucks another bruise further down the neck, enjoying Andrew's little gasps in his ear, the contrast of his pale white skin against the growing reds Neil is branding into him.
Andrew moves Neil's thigh to press between his legs, grinding his erection against him, pulling at Neil's waist to the same rhythm, both men gasping and moaning. Andrew's head is pulled back by the short edges of his hair and Neil licks a slick line over his throat bump, feeling it vibrate with Andrew's loud moans. They're pulled into a messy kiss, tongues sliding against one another, teeth biting and pulling at their lips. Andrew grinds down harder on his thigh, grunting and cursing.
Neil brands a few more sets of dark bruises on his neck, kissing the warm and slick skin, sinking his teeth in until he can count every incisor and sharp canine. Andrew's whole body shudders with it, pulling Neil closer, a strangled grunt ripping out of his throat. Neil feels Andrew's dick twitching in his pants, the wet spot on the front of his sweats growing while his frenetic grinding shakes and slowly stops.
Neil's head is spinning, the sight of his partner undone with simple neck kisses is too much but before he can form a cohesive thought, Andrew kneels in front of him, pulling his sweats down Neil's unsteady legs, swallowing him whole in one swift move. Neil hits his head on the cabinet in front of him, cursing and gripping the counter with white knuckles. Andrew's mouth is hot and tight, spit drips down his chin.
Neil would've been embarrassed with how fast he finished it if Andrew didn't look so fucking hot on his knees with his tongue out, showing Neil his cum before swallowing it.
Still lightheaded, Neil barely reacts when Andrew latches his lips on the side of his neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. He feels the bruise forming, the skin tingling when Andrew pulls away to see it, only to lean in and suck at the bruise once again. The sharp sting of pain sends a shiver down Neil's spine. Only after the skin is properly branded with a dark purple mark, Andrew pulls away satisfied with his work.
They make out for a few more minutes, slow and gentle, breathing each other in, letting the adrenaline seep through them.
"We need a shower." Andrew announces, pulling Neil by the hand. The couple stands in front of the mirror, Andrew moving his head from side to side, admiring the purples and reds. Neil stands next to him, admiring the purple on his own neck.
"We're matching now." he smiles and Andrew only rolls his eyes at him, but Neil has become an expert in reading his man's face and he can see the smile he is holding back.
Neil sits at the counter, watching his partner take his clothes off and enter the shower under the burning hot water he likes, the room quickly filling with thick steam. His broad chest and cheeks are flushed pink over the temperature and Neil thinks he looks absolutely adorable, a word probably no one ever considers when thinking of Andrew, but not one of them gets to see this soft version of him. Neil wants to bite at his cheeks.
Once Andrew is done, Neil gets under the water, changing to a much colder temperature since he isn't a fan of boiling himself alive. They exchange soft tired kisses while toweling each other off. Later, they lie together on the couch with the popcorn and the hot chocolate, watching one of the Fast and Furious movie.
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Kevin finds the two boys a few hours later, tangled on each other in deep sleep. He kicks the couch to wake them.
"Practice. Let's go." he hears the two grunting in unison at his back as he walks towards their room to change his clothes, but doesn't care to look back. After, he finds the two boys washing some dishes side by side. Under the kitchen bright light Kevin is forced to stop on his track, seeing for the first time the marks all over both sides of Andrew's neck.
"What the fuck is that?" Kevin hears himself say, even though he hadn't planned on acknowledging any of that.
The two turn to look at him, eyebrows raised. Andrew is the one who decides to speak.
"I know hickeys aren't part of the exy rules so you're probably not very familiar with them, but you do know what they are, right?"
Kevin can't take his eyes away from the marks "Those aren't hickeys. You look like you were attacked by a rabid animal."
"Hey!" Neil complains "Coach took me to take all my shots, I'm clean!" he smirks and Kevin feels a sudden urge to crack the boy's head on the sink. Instead, he just turns his back and leaves.
...
The drive to the arena is quiet. Andrew drives them with a hand on the wheel and another on Neil's thigh, his thumb caressing random shapes over the fabric of his pants. The two aren't the most touchy couple on the team, that title belongs solely to Matt and Dan. Those two are always attached to the hip, not caring who's around to see their intimate touches. Neil and Andrew are more subtle with their caresses around others, but because Kevin is the one person who spends way too much time with them, sharing a dorm, always driving around together and the late night practices, he gets to see a side of their intimacy others usually don't. More then three times he has found them in the middle of make out sessions that the two didn't bother to stop once they noticed his presence.
Ten percent of the time he might think it is nice that they trust him enough to relax around him, but the other ninety percent is spent cursing the intimacy of their constant closeness that keeps putting Kevin in uncomfortable situations. He doesn't fully care what they do to one another, as long as it doesn't affect their game. Or his.
In the dark atmosphere of the car, Kevin can't see their bruises, but the image of them under the bright kitchen light is burned on his brain forever. Something uncomfortable twists on his stomach.
...
Night practice goes as it always does, slightly interesting at times but mostly annoying and irritating. The two boys are wearing their neck guards, hiding the horrible marks on their skin, but it does not matter, Kevin knows they are there and it's enough to have his stomach turning every time the couple interacts with one another.
They've been practicing for about forty minutes and Kevin is about two seconds away from killing Andrew and his stubborn indifference. He shoots for the goal again and Andrew, again, doesn't make a move to try and defend it. Instead the goalie walks away from the goal entirely, moving towards the exit.
"Where the fuck are you going Andrew? We're not done!" Kevin shouts but is completely ignored "Andrew!"
Neil is faster, jogging towards the goalie before Kevin. He waits, stomping his foot, watching the two talk. The conversation is brief and Andrew still leaves the court afterwards "What the fuck is he doing?" he asks when Neil returns to his side.
"He said you're distracted and he prefers to be asleep if you're not gonna get your head in the game."
For a moment, all Kevin sees is red.
"Distracted?" the word doesn't even sound right in his voice, in his ears "He's doing fucking nothing all night and I'm distracted?" he shouts on Neil's face, the boy looking unfazed "I don't get distracted!! It's not even poss–
"He's right." Neil interrupts his shouting "I didn't think it was possible either, I mean, I've seen you shoot while completely waisted but you did seem much more focused then, than you are tonight."
Kevin feels his anger closing his throat, keeping all his shouting and cursing stuck inside him like a silent bomb.
"Anyway," Neil continues "he said you can stay here while we wait in the car or you can come with us."
"We're staying." his answer is immediate and before Neil can open his mouth to say more stupidities "You are staying here. Andrew can do whatever the fuck he wants, but you are staying with me."
Kevin isn't sure if the vibration feeling under his skin is the anger or the adrenaline from practice or both, but either way he's completely insulted when Neil opens his mouth and yawns in front of him. Yawns!
"Nah I'm too tired," he says, already walking away from him "but you can stay, I don't mind." he runs before Kevin fully forms the idea of hitting him with his racket. He stays there, standing by himself watching the insolent boy leave the court and him behind.
Kevin looks around himself, the empty court, the balls scattered on the floor, the quiet. "Distracted" he mutters, picking one ball and throwing as hard as he can at the goal. The hit echoes loud around him " I'll show them distracted."
One hour and a half later, Kevin leans on his racket, chest heaving, body drenched in sweat. He can barely feel his arms. His right hand tingles in pain. He over used it but it will be okay, at their next game he'll be fine with his left. After he cleans the court he finds the two idiots like he had back at their dorm, tangled on each other in deep sleep on the couch. He makes sure to kick a box full of useless stuff that was on his way to the showers. He feels a small bean of satisfaction when the two flinch awake to the sound.
The drive back is quiet with Neil driving them while Andrew leans his head on the window, eyes close. The couple walks straight to their room once they arrive but Kevin is too agitated to sleep. He stops at the kitchen, cursing their lack of Vodka and filling a glass of ice cold water instead.
"Night Kevin." he hears Neil say before closing the bedroom door.
He sits on the table, taking deep breaths, slowly drinking the water, trying to not think about how the vodka would've had him passed out in bed much quicker. After a few hours of quiet meditation Kevin isn't surprised to hear the door to their room open again. Andrew and Neil rarely sleep a full night, too much on their heads just like Kevin. Usually one of them wakes up and they both will go up to the roof to smoke or take a walk around campus together.
Neil appears in the kitchen, scratching his sleepy eyes, squinting at the bright light. He's wearing only his boxers and a black shirt that is way too short on his waist. Neil likes wearing long and large clothes and the contrast of this piece with his usual style has Kevin's tired brain wonder for a moment why he's wearing a cropped top. The thought dissipates once he recognizes is just one of Andrew's shirts, but recognition is a second too late and his brain is already imagining Neil with an actual black cropped top.
The boy likes wearing low waisted jeans and the cropped would have his sharp hip bones and tiny slim waist showing, his muscled abs covered in scars that Kevin has only ever had a small glimpse off would also be on display.
"Did you even tried to sleep?" Neil's voice shakes the awful imagery out of Kevin's brain. He's standing next to Kevin, a glass of water in hand as well. Kevin hadn't even noticed him moving around.
He looks up at Neil. His hair is all messy, the new shirt all disheveled. It could all be because he was asleep seconds prior, but Kevin thinks it could also be because him and Andrew were at each other's throats again. Instinctively, he lets his eyes fall to Neil's neck, searching for more bruises but finding only the one dark purple from earlier.
"Seriously? Still?" Neil asks, rolling his eyes.
Kevin frowns, watching him pull up a chair to sit in front of him "What are you doing?" he asks when Neil nudges his knee between his legs, sitting as close to Kevin as possible. The boy leans his body closer still.
"You can touch it, if you want." Neil's voice is calm with only a little hint of annoyance. Kevin just stares at him "If you are so damn curious about it, you can touch it. We can't have you distracted like this at this week's game."
The word distracted makes Kevin close his hands in fists on his lap, but before he can think of an insult, Andrew appears at the door. Soft pants low on his waist, shirtless.
"What's this?" he moves around them, calmly sitting on Neil's lap, picking the glass on the table to sip. It's Kevin's.
"I'm trying to get him out of his head." Neil says and Andrew scoffs at that "Good luck."
Kevin hadn't planned on speaking about it, in fact he was actually thinking on finally walking towards his bed, but he hears his voice whispering the words either way "Why would you let him do this?"
Now that he is this close to them, he can see teeth marks on Andrew's skin, right there with all the reds and purples.
Andrew glares at him "Because it's hot, Kevin." and Neil says "It feels nice to look at them, knowing I made each one."
Kevin looks between them again, and frowns.
Neil sighs "You can try it if you want." the boy offers and his partner says "There's only so much theory you can hear. It's practice that will have you understanding."
Kevin is confused. Surely they are not offering what he thinks they are. He glances between them, trying to find a hint of a joke on their faces or tone but coming out empty. His heart is beating so loudly at his ears that his vision is getting unfocused. He flinches when he sees Neil's hand coming closer to his face. The hand stops in the air "Can I?" Neil asks, his voice honest and gentle. It's a tone he usually uses for Andrew or his other friends, definitely not towards Kevin but it makes his nervousness melt a little. The honest opportunity of a way out.
Quietly, Kevin leans closer, letting the hand cup gently his face. The warmth of the skin hits him immediately and for a second his eyes close, a shaky breath filling his lungs. He is so not used to gentle touches.
He's surprised when he feels warmth hitting his neck, followed by soft lips kissing the skin. Kevin jumps on his chair, but Neil's hand on his face keeps him from moving away from Andrew's lips. The kisses are gentle, just soft touches of his lips over and over again on different places on his neck.
Kevin sits there, quiet and confused and lets it happen. When Andrew pulls away, Kevin looks at his mouth, plump and pink and soft and is like he can still feel it touching him.
Neil's thumb caresses his cheek "Good?" he asks. Kevin moves his head without thinking about it but Andrew isn't convinced "We need to hear you say it."
Kevin swallows, confused if the warmth on his face is from Neil's hand or something else "Is good. I'm good." he whispers, not wanting to speak too loudly and break whatever delicate atmosphere is around them right now.
Neil's hand moves to the back of his head, his fingers threading through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Kevin's body shudders with it and he can feel the boy's smile on his skin before he presses his tongue right under his ear. Kevin gasps loudly at the wet feeling, his hand moving to hold at the closest thing to him, searching for some type of stability. He only notices he's gripping at Andrew's thigh when Neil pulls his tongue away from his neck to look down between them.
Neil gently holds his wrist and pulls the hand away from Andrew, placing it on his own naked thigh. He looks at his partner, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. For a moment Kevin feels the need to say something, maybe apologize for touching him. He knows Andrew has his problems with physical touch, but before he can form any words, Andrew places his own hand above Kevin's, gripping tightly at Neil's thigh.
He gives them a small nod then points his chin from Neil to Kevin, silently telling them it's okay to continue. Neil looks at Kevin, asking for his permission again. Another wave of warmth grows on Kevin's chest, the feeling of comfortableness and safety letting his shoulders drop further down. He nods. Neil obeys quickly moving back to Kevin's neck, planting open mouth kisses, his slick tongue licking him ever so delicately.
Kevin has his eyes close, his head feels heavy and his mind is mushy. He hear gasps and tiny soft moans echoing in the room or maybe just in his ears. In the back of his mind Kevin knows it's him making those noises, but it's so unfamiliar he refuses to acknowledge it. Everytime a small whine is heard, he feels Andrew's grip on his hand tightens.
Something compels him to open his eyes. The look on Andrew's face is one he's never seen before. His usual indifference is gone, replaced now with pure desire. He's looking at Kevin, eyes wide and dark, lips trapped between his teeth. When Neil bites down on his neck, the shock hits Kevin all at once and he whines, a pathetic needy sound. He sees the immediate affect it has on Andrew, his brows shooting up, his mouth falling open, the grip on his hand so tight it might be cutting the circulation on his fingers.
Neil pulls away from him, humming when Kevin makes a little complain from the lost touch. He can feel the air hitting his slick neck and a shiver runs through Kevin's body when he thinks it's Neil's saliva all over his him.
Andrew immediately pulls Neil by the back of his head. Their kiss is messy, more tongue than anything else, both of them moaning in each other's mouths. Kevin knows he shouldn't be looking at this, the sounds of their tongues sliding togther is enough to have his blood pumping to the wrong direction. But Neil is still holding at the back of his head, keeping his head from turning away and Andrew is pinning his hand on Neil's thigh, keeping him from leaning back.
The couple separates, a string of spit connecting them before it snaps under their heavy breathing. They both turn in unison to look at Kevin. He's panting just as much as they are. For a moment the three boys are still and quiet, looking at each other. Kevin feels like a small creature at the eyesight of two hungry predators. The desire on their eyes is undeniable, their iris so dilated Neil's eyes are barely blue.
He watches the younger boy's lips stretch into a devastating smirk, the sight of his sharp teeth sending a shiver all over Kevin's body. The sudden urge to feel those canines biting at his neck again is so strong it leaves him lightheaded, his eyes feeling so heavy he can barely keep them open.
The couple leans closer, dragging a loud desperate moan from Kevin when he feels both of their mouths on him. The feeling is so overwhelming he can barely recognize who is doing what. His mind goes completely blank. He's living on sensations alone.
The slide of a tongue up the whole length of his neck. The sting of light pain when someone sucks another bruise. The sharp edges of teeth biting down on him. Someone licks his earlobe while the other bites the edge of his jawline. His head is pushed back, another desperate moan escaping his open lips. Kevin doesn't know who pulled his hair since he can feel two sets of hands on his head. His skin is tingling under their hot breaths, small bruises forming under their hungry lips, the couple sucking on the same spots over and over again.
They are trying to really mark him, Kevin realizes. It feels nice to look at them, knowing I made each one, Neil had said. Kevin feels heat burning inside of him imagining that they both will look at him afterwards and know they were the ones who branded him. For the first time the idea of being branded by someone isn't as revolting as it once was to Kevin, because this time he truly wanted it. He could've said no and the two would've respected his wish. This is happening because Kevin allowed them to do it and he knows he still holds power and could stop it if he wanted.
But he doesn't. He wants them to see him tomorrow and remember the exact moment they made each mark. He wants to look himself in the mirror and feel the phantom touch of their mouths on him.
The couple moans when they both lick on the same spot of his throat, their tongues meeting together on his skin. It distracts them enough to pull them into another heated kiss. Their tongues sliding together, their lips slick, sucking and biting.
Kevin moves without thinking, his face already so close to them it feels impossible to not lean further close. He is only a lone meteor being pulled under their gravity with no possibility of escaping it's force. And since they are both holding his head, they both feel him moving closer and suddenly the three of them are involved in the most chaotic kiss Kevin has ever witnessed.
A three way kiss is messy. Three people licking at each other, their lips sliding together, everything slick and hot. He doesn't know who's tongue is in his mouth or who's lips he's sucking.
Suddenly, one mouth is gone and Kevin opens his eyes to see he's kissing only Neil. His hand on Kevin's hair moves to his jaw, positioning Kevin's mouth how he wants it. He sucks on Neil's tongue, enjoying the sound the boy makes in response. The kiss is frenetic, their lips punishing, pulling and biting. The hand on his jaw pulls Kevin closer, keeping him trap on Neil's mouth. His own hand travels to hold at Neil's neck, pulling him just as close.
The grip on his hair tightens, a sharp pain on his scalp when Andrew yanks Kevin away from Neil's mouth only to push his face on Neil's neck. He immediately kisses the skin, his tongue glazing over it. Neil's moans at his ear only work to encourage Kevin more. He kisses and licks and sucks, wanting to bruise him the same, wanting to leave a mark he could look at it tomorrow and know it was his. He can feel it in his palm the vibrations of every noise his mouth pulls out of Neil.
He knew Neil to be a yapper in the worst moments, always speaking what he shouldn't when he shouldn't, but he's glad the boy is just as loud now.
Kevin is pulled away again, but this time Andrew is the one attacking his mouth. His kiss is less aggressive and frantic then Neil's had been, but just as hungry. He pulls Kevin's head back, leaning over him, his tongue invading his mouth deep, claiming. The kiss feels possessive. Kevin can barely react, just lean back and let Andrew take what he wants.
The three are still holding one another. There's hands on Kevin's hair and neck, Neil pressing his thumb on a sensitive spot he bruised. Kevin is still holding Neil's throat. He can feel the boy breathing and swallowing hard next to them. Andrew and Kevin are probably marking moon marks at Neil's bare thigh together.
Kevin has lost track of time completely. Entire days might have passed when they eventually separate. The three of them leaning back, gasping for air. Andrew holds Neil close, his fingers threading through his hair, letting his head rest on his chest. Kevin doesn't move, his mind is so completely quiet he isn't even sure he's awake right now. He feels something twitching under his palm and realizes he is still gripping at Neil's thigh. He pulls his hand away, flexing his fingers a few times, feeling them stiff from gripping something too harsh for too long.
Andrew stands up, filling their cups with more water. The couple shares their cup while Kevin tries not to chug his own. He feels so thirsty and tired.
No one says or does anything for a while, until Andrew presses a soft kiss to Neil's head, squeezing Kevin's shoulder on his way out of the kitchen.
"Good?" Neil asks. His voice is low and rough. He takes another sip of water.
Kevin looks at him. Messy hair, cheeks slightly flushed, lips pink and swollen, his chin glistening with someone's spit drying on the skin. He looks down on his neck. On one side is Andrew's purple mark and on the other is Kevin's dark red. He nods. Neil smiles and yawns.
He stands up and threads his fingers through Kevin's hair, brushing some strands away from his face "Go to sleep, Kevin." he leaves the kitchen.
Kevin's sits by himself for a few more quiet moments. He is hard on his pants but so utterly tired he decides to ignore it. He walks to the bathroom, stands there for a few minutes staring at all the different marks on his neck. He understands now.
Tomorrow will be an exhausting day with the team and their questions. He sighs and washes the spit from his sensitive skin, than he takes his clothes off and falls dead on his bed.