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The weight of the world seems lighter on your shoulders when you share it with someone else. Andrew knew he was different, but Neil did everything he could to show him that they would make it work, because he was just the same – it’s easier to be misfits together than apart.
Neil throws his head back, bumping gently against the tiles; a drawn-out groan escapes his throat. He tries to be quieter so as not to attract unnecessary attention; even though it’s night-time and they’re in the shower, one can never be too careful. The tiles beneath his back are cold and wet; Neil slides down, bending his knees, and then back up, whilst Andrew, kneeling with his knees splayed out to the sides, spreads his fingers, sinking deeper into Neil.
“It’s tight,” Neil wheezes, pressing his fingers to his lips.
The sensation of Andrew’s fingers inside him is blissful, but his body lacks natural lubrication and needs further preparation; they were a bit careless the first time.
*Dazed, Neil can’t quite pinpoint exactly what he’s feeling. The pressure and stretching of his anus feel unnatural and uncomfortable, but the way Andrew’s cock presses against his prostate sends a pleasant tingling sensation through his whole body, as if tiny stars were reaching his limbs, carrying pleasure with them.
“How on earth were you going to fuck anyone with such a tiny cock?” Andrew hisses, gradually pushing further in. “No omega would even feel this, let alone get any pleasure from it.”
Neil nods, too caught up in the moment to reply, trying to focus solely on the pleasure. The discomfort will pass in time, he’s sure.
They’d spent two minutes getting ready, during which Neil was the one insisting that everything was fine, that he could handle it; Andrew had muttered something about enjoying, but Neil was too impatient, besides, their time alone was limited, the neighbours would be back in the room soon, and there was no time to waste. So right now, Neil isn’t the one who has the right to ask him to stop.
Josten squints and buries his face, whimpering softly, a rather indistinct sound that he muffles further by clenching his hand over his mouth as Andrew’s cock slides fully into him, causing a burning sensation in his anal muscle, but Neil says nothing about it, wrapping his legs tighter around Andrew’s waist, pulling him closer; it’ll pass.
And the pain does indeed subside, not completely, but no longer so sharp, as Andrew moves, spurred on by Neil’s cries of ‘faster’, ‘harder’. Josten throws his head back, exposing his neck, wanting Andrew to mark him, to make it visible; and obviously, even if neither of them admits anything, they’ll both know who did it. Andrew obeys; he seems like someone so out of control, now completely at Neil’s mercy, obedient and focused. It’s an intoxicating and warm realisation, as if you’re desired; Neil yields to the thrusts, gently touching Andrew’s forearm, checking whether he’s allowed to do so.
They come at the same time, with Andrew’s hand still on Neil’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts; Neil meets Andrew’s final thrust, sliding down the sheet, arching his back, feeling his legs go stiff, his toes curling, Neil opens his mouth, without uttering a sound, as Andrew pulls out of him, coming on the sheets with a groan as he exhales. Despite his eyes being half-closed, Andrew still looks at Neil’s face, searching for something, whilst Josten tries to keep a straight face and ignore the burning sensation he feels.
Perhaps something had shown on Neil’s face, because Andrew’s expression grew sombre; they didn’t speak much as they headed off together to take a shower. Assuming it might be down to tiredness, Neil decided not to ask, but the very next day Andrew was different. It wasn’t some obvious change; it was something you could only notice if you really knew Andrew and saw the real him. It was something akin to resentment.
The eldest of the Minyards avoids being left alone with Neil; he doesn’t run off into the open, but walks away with the others without lingering. Neil catches Aaron’s angry glare and René’s concerned, probing gaze, because they know something is wrong with Andrew, and that something is connected to Neil. To avoid an argument with Aaron, Neil disregards the rules he himself set, disturbing Andrew’s peace by pulling him aside to find out exactly what happened, opting for a provocative approach.
“So, you don’t need me anymore?” Neil doesn’t know what to say or how to say it properly. “Am I so bad that you don’t want to sleep with me anymore?”
That’s not quite it, because Neil doesn’t just want to sleep with him; he wants everything, all of Andrew, as far as the blond will let him. He’d like to see Minyard happy, but more than that, he’d like to be the one to give Andrew that happiness, the one who brings joy, and whose presence is not just a warm body, but the reason for those sincere, quiet smiles that Andrew never shows.
“Because I, for fuck’s sake, don’t sleep with people who don’t want to. I might be a killer, a psychopath, a monster, a criminal, but I’m not a rapist!”
Shit, Neil had screwed up.
It took an hour of candour and promises, during which Neil vowed that he would always, even at the slightest sign of discomfort, let him know if something was wrong, and no, he didn’t feel bad – it was just a poorly thought-out decision, and he really needed more time and more careful preparation, and he regretted having been so careless about it.
“I’m sorry I upset you.”
“I’m not upset,” Andrew grumbled.
Neil just nodded, not really agreeing with that.*
"Mhm." Andrew acknowledges that he’s heard him; he feels it too.
Pulling his fingers out of Neil’s ass, Andrew reaches behind his own back, touching his sphincter; shuddering slightly at the sensation, he gathers some natural lubrication, spreading it over his fingers before sliding them back into Neil.
This time his fingers slide in easily, and Neil squeezes them contentedly, smiling radiantly. Andrew’s natural lubricant, as experience has shown, serves as the best lubricant; it doesn’t cause Neil any irritation and is readily accepted by his body. It may simply be a matter of suggestion, but he seems to relax as a result; they seem as though they were made for each other. When Neil feels he’s really ready, he hands Andrew the condom he’s been clutching in his palm all this time.
Andrew’s cock is magnificent. It’s not just too big for an omega; it’s perfect for Neil, as if made to fit inside him. Neil had almost said that all of Andrew’s height had gone into his cock, but he bit his tongue just in time, not wanting it to sound like an insult. Now, with Andrew fully inside him, Neil feels complete.
“May I?” Josten runs a finger along Andrew’s collarbone.
“Yes.”
Neil leaves a bite mark, sinking his teeth into Andrew’s collarbone, clenching his jaws just to leave a mark, the same sort he has on himself from Andrew; they’re quite careless, and these marks are visible from beneath the collar of his uniform, but that’s nobody else’s business, it’s theirs alone.
Neil releases the skin he’s been clamping down on; in this position, there’s little he can do to show just how much he worships Andrew, whose strength had been exhausted back on the court, but he still skilfully holds one of Neil’s legs in the air to gain a deeper angle of entry. Neil’s hands circle Andrew’s shoulders, pressing lightly between the muscles; he swallows all the sounds whilst Andrew lets out nothing but gasps, unable to remain completely silent. With one hand, Neil moves down to Andrew’s chest, pressing against his nipple. Andrew’s piercings are sensitive, so would his nipples be sensitive too? Neil will think about that later, when he’s not so focused on keeping his leg from buckling; he slides across the tiles again to meet Andrew’s thrust.
A sound like something falling can be heard from the changing room, but they ignore it; close to their climax, Neil’s fingers tangle in Andrew’s hair, pulling him towards him for a kiss, an effective way for both of them to stifle the sound of their ejaculation, despite the sounds of thrusting and sloshing echoing throughout the shower. Andrew comes first; shuddering, he freezes in place, squeezing Neil’s cock slightly tighter (he insists every time that he’ll be the one to jerk Neil off, perhaps it’s because of how nicely Josten’s cock fits in his palm, or maybe something else, but Neil doesn’t mind), and stops kissing him, but doesn’t pull away; there’s just a five-second pause before he shifts his hand again, spreading his fingers and sliding them downwards so that the head of Neil’s cock presses against the heel of his palm, whilst Andrew’s fingers brush against Neil’s balls and his longest finger, the middle one, presses against his perineum. Neil gasps for breath during the kiss as semen spurts from his cock, splattering Andrew’s forearm and his own stomach.
They stay in the shower for another fifteen minutes, washing themselves thoroughly; Neil rubs Andrew’s legs with a sponge to wipe away the lube, whilst Andrew le
ans his back against the wall, trying to catch his breath.