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neil woke up startled, "what the…"
as he tried to untangle himself from the sheets, he realised there was a strong arm wrapped around his waist keeping him from wriggling any further. he felt it tighten its grip and sigh of warm air brushed against his nape.
"andrew," he whispered into the dark, which availed to no response.
"andrew," he whispered again, slightly louder, only to hear a grumble. neil huffed and turned around to face andrew, who was now blissfully sleeping again.
"babe, wake up."
andrew opened one eye and rasped out, "what."
"would you love me, if i was a vending machine?"
this got andrew to fully open his eyes and frown, "what?"
neil rolled his eyes, as if andrew was being difficult on purpose. he stuck out his finger and lightly poked the mole underneath andrew's lip, "andrew come on, just answer the question." the frown on andrew's face increased and a wrinkle between his brow formed. andrew stayed silent, hoping neil would forget and go back to sleep. alas, sleep was no longer an option as neil huddled his face deeper into the spot where andrew's neck met his shoulder.
"drew," neil spoke elongating the vowels, letting his breath fan against andrew's particular weak point. he heard a sharp inhale and a gritted out, "why?"
neil's hand, which was gently placed on andrew's waist, made its way up to his chest. "i had a dream that i was a vending machine and you were trying to get some snickers out of me, but i wouldn't give you the snickers quick enough, so you kicked me into a small cube of metal." as he recalled the events of his dream, his fingers drew light shapes on andrew's covered chest.
when andrew was silent for long enough to pique neil's interest, he looked up to see andrew stifling a laugh. unimpressed, neil pouted and tried moving out of andrew's arms, which opened up easily. in the end, he only managed to turn around before andrew wrapped himself around neil's back once again. he brushed his lips against neil's left shoulder and mumbled out, "of course i'd love you, if you were a vending machine, i'd wipe your glass and even oil your hinges."
"don't lie to me."
andrew faked a gasp, "me? lying? don't be so ridiculous." neil shuddered when he felt andrew kiss the side of his neck. andrew hid his smirk, while neil huffed again in exasperation.
"stop sulking, abram. it isn't a good look on you." neil tapped andrew's shoulder, silently asking him to move and lie on his back so neil could roll over his body onto him. his head landed on andrew's sturdy chest and andrew's arms held him in place behind neil's back.
"i'm not sulking."
andrew rolled his eyes fondly at the stubborn red-head. "love, i promise you i would never kick you if you were a vending machine, you'd be like vending machine royalty to me." andrew felt giddy with warmth, it was difficult containing his grin at how cute this man could be. he noticed neil's stare on the side of his face and turned his head to look at his husband, who was now staring at him awestruck.
he felt his face heat up, "don't look at me like that."
neil grinned, "oh? and what does that look like?" his finger began to trail up andrew's neck, making him shudder.
"like you want to kiss me."
neil feigned surprise, "oh dear! looks like you've found out my secret desires. how will i ever go out in public ever again?" his face drew in nearer and near towards andrew's.
he mumbled against neil's lips, "looks like i've found a solution for your woes."
"i wonder what that is?"
andrew didn't bother to deign him with a response and instead kissed him. it was a soft press of lips and yet andrew would never tire of kissing neil josten - the vertigo of looking over the edge of the rooftop would never compare, despite having done this countless times. both, equally as dangerous.
neil’s soft gasps were all that kept him anchored, as he drowned. he pulled away to look at neil’s face, only to see a thin ring of blue left in his eyes. andrew smirked internally at his junkie’s addictive personality. neil was never the type to leave things half-done, whether it be exy or getting the team to cooperate - he obsessed over things. whenever they kissed, neil seemed to get lost in the kiss, as if he was searching for something. something he’d been deprived of for an eternity. whatever it was, andrew wouldn’t be able to tell - he was as equally gone every time their lips met. neil smiled softly, it would never be a toothy grin, it would never stretch from ear to ear, but it was a small thing. rare enough that it made andrew pause each time. his chest expanded, to the point of almost bursting. fuck if he'd ever thought he'd be content, let alone happy.
he pressed a gentle kiss to neil's forehead.
then to neil's cheeks.
his nose, which he scrunched adorably.
finally his lips, where he felt neil hum in patient appreciation.
this was it and this was all it would ever be.
eventually, andrew broke it off with an impressive yawn and neil let himself be rearranged as andrew's personal teddy bear.