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Neil breath hitch. “You like that,” he said, not quite a question. “‘Drew, you like it when I-”
“Fuck, Andrew.” Neil sighed, his mind reeling. He was pretty good at finding Andrew’s tells, at figuring out what he liked, but he must have missed this.
“You can shut up.” Andrew said, eyebrows furrowing in what could be embarrassment or defiance or both.
“I don’t think you want me to.” Neil replied, feeling giddy as he rubbed at Andrew's neck, feeling his rapid pulse beneath his fingers.
“Shut the fuck up.” Andrew said, but his voice was raspy; he sounded nearly breathless, but the words lacked any real bite.
"But you like it," Neil says, carding his hand through Andrew's hair with gentle strokes. "I like that you like it.”
Or: Neil can't stop thinking about Andrew's mouth; they share a cigarette, and Neil discovers that Andrew Minyard enjoys being called "baby" and being praised.