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“Oh my fucking god.”
Neil turned at the sound of someone’s voice behind him. At first his hands went nervously to the hem, trying to smooth it out, but once he realized it was Aaron walking back into the room, he just smirked and said “Dumb looks are free, but I charge 10 bucks a minute.”
Aaron swore under his breath and said “As if I’m asking to see your entire ass. If you’re gonna wear shit like that, can you at least make it fit?”
“The skirt is supposed to be this short. Besides, I thought you liked it. I’ve seen your girlfriend in skirts just like this.”
“Yeah, but she’s…”
“A girl?”
They both turned at the sound of a voice in the doorway. Andrew pushed himself off the door frame, then moved to stand at Neil’s side. “ It is a piece of cloth. You bore me Aaron. Go away.”
Aaron huffed, but turned and walked out of the room, apparently deciding that whatever he had come back for obviously wasn’t that important.
Neil turned to fully face Andrew. “So? See anything you like?”
Andrew exhaled. “You’re in the room, so no.”
Neil laughed and shrugged. “You don’t have to like me to like my ass though.”
“True,” he answered and settled his hands on Neil’s hips. He looked as unaffected as ever, but Neil noticed how his grip tightened slightly the longer they were there.
Neil leaned closer, still careful not to touch Andrew and whispered, “we have ten minutes until we have to leave for practice. Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Andrew answered as he moved his hands to hoist Neil up to hold him firmly by his thighs and said, “Fucking junkie.”
Kevin walks in to get his gear at minute eight.