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Fucking Kevin. Why did he have to send a precision training drill video right before he had to leave? Okay, maybe it wasn’t totally Kevin’s fault Neil was running late to his class but what else was he going to do, not watch it?
“Fuck.” Neil muttered as he shoved his books into his bag and quickly threw on a sweatshirt that was laying on the floor. He saw a flash of ‘Min..’ printed on the back but oh well. He liked wearing Andrew’s sweatshirts and Andrew had never told him to stop, so on it went. It was the dark gray version that Andrew actually wore sometime which just made him want to wear it even more.
Neil slid into his seat seconds before the professor walked in. slumping down lower and tucked his nose into the sweatshirt. Frowning, he pulled the fabric away from his face. Something was… off.
It smelled like their laundry detergent but had none of Andrew’s cologne. Maybe he hadn’t worn it since it had been washed? But there was something else that he couldn’t quite place. He put it out of his mind as the lecture continued. His mind instead drifted back to the video Kevin had sent him and how they could work it into practice that afternoon.
After the lecture ended Neil made his way back to fox tower switching out his book bag for his gym one before running to the court. He was the first one there so he took his time putting his bag away and pulling out his gear.
It didn’t take long for the door to open and the other to spill into the locker room. Matt and Nicky were talking about some movie that had just come out and Aaron’s face was buried in his phone as usual. Kevin ignored all of them and went straight to his locker. Andrew brought up the rear as usual. Neil sent him a quick smile before turning back to his locker.
“Neil.”
Something in Andrew’s voice had an uneasy prickle running down his spine. Turning back around he saw that Andrew had stopped halfway into the room and was staring at him.
“What?” Neil asked.
“What are you wearing?”
He looked down at the sweatshirt he was wearing. “Oh. I can take it off if you want.” Andrew hadn’t cared in the past but that didn’t mean he couldn’t change his mind.
Andrew just raised a brow and pointedly looked down at his own chest and the sweatshirt he was wearing then back to Neil. Neil's unease quickly turned to confusion then to horror as he realized that Andrew was wearing his dark gray fox sweatshirt. Which meant he was wearing…
The sound that came out of Neil’s throat was barely human as he tried to rip the sweatshirt off. But of course in his haste his arms got trapped which just made him struggle harder.
“What the fuck Josten!? Aaron shouted with just as much horror in his voice as Neil felt.
“Get it off! Get it off! Andrew help me!!”
Andrew did not help. He just sighed as he watched as his idiot struggled.
The girls, Coach and Abby rushed in at Neil’s shriek only to find Neil still struggling to rip off the sweatshirt he was wearing.
Andrew was stone faced standing in the middle of the room. Aaron on the other side with a mix of horror and disgust radiating off him. Matt was wiping tears as Nicky dramatically gasped for breath as he clutched at his chest. They were laughing so hard they were having to hold each other up. Kevin was just shaking his head as he pulled his gear out of his locker.
“What the fuck is happening?!?” Coaches' voice boomed through the room.
Nicky tried to answer “Neil is wearing…” but he devolved into another fit before he could finish but after a second he started frantically patting his pockets. “Oh my god! Picture! We need a picture!!!”
“On it.” Allison said as she pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures of a still struggling Neil. She wasn’t really sure what was happening but either way, Neil looked ridiculous.
Finally Neil got free and immediately threw the sweatshirt across the room like it was a bomb about to go off. Then stared with wide horror filled eyes at Aaron.
Allison caught then “No! He didn’t!”
“Is anyone going to explain???” Dan asked, still not fully understanding what was happening.
“He did!” Matt shouted with glee as Aaron inched toward the offending piece of clothing. Picking it up with the tips of his fingers like it was a biohazard. Then carefully walked it over to the trash while gaged dramatically.
“I need a shower.” Neil crocked out at the same time Aaron said “I need to wash my hand.”
They both walked out without another word or looking at each other.
Abby finally had enough of the dramatics and walked over the trash, pulling the sweatshirt out to see what was so wrong with it. That was when all the newcomers saw the ‘Minyard 05’ written on the back.
Andrew just walked to his locker as the room filled with another round of hysterical laughter. Even Coach and Renee were struggling to keep a straight face.
“Holy shit that was amazing!” Matt gasped.
“I wish we could have gotten a picture while he was still wearing it and you could see the back” Nicky added, still clutching his chest.
Aaron walked back in then and snapped at all of them. “It’s not fucking funny. Now I have to get a new sweatshirt.”
“Aaron, it’s a perfectly good sweatshirt. You can wash it and it will be fine.” Abby tried to reason.
Aaron looked at the fabric still in Abby’s hands and shuddered. “Absolutely not. It needs to be burned.”
“How did we not think to bet on this happening?” Allison said as she tried to pout but it failed when another round of laughter went through the room.
Neil finally appeared freshly showered and Kevin rounded on him.
“The whole practice is going to be off now.”
“You think I wore that on purpose!?! I thought it was Andrew’s!”
“Alright idiots” Coach said as he clapped his hands. “We still have practice. Anyone who’s late is running laps.”
That finally got people moving but anytime they looked at each other they couldn’t help but crack up again.
Neil and Aaron stayed as far away from each other as possible the whole practice, not even Kevin’s shouting could get them on the same half of the court. The only words they said to each other was when Aaron practically growled.
“You own me a new sweatshirt.”
Neil just nodded as his face twisted up like he was physically in pain at the reminder.
Neil was the last one out of the showers but Andrew was waiting for him when he walked back into the locker room. He had barely closed his locker when he felt Andrew’s warmth press up behind him.
Andrew's breath ghosted across the side of his neck as he asked “yes or no.”
Neil was turning in an instant, his “yes” almost cut off by Andrew’s claiming his mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding as Andrew shoved him back into the lockers and all Neil could do was go pliant in Andrew’s strong arms.
He let out a low moan as Andrew moved to his neck. He let his eyes close as he tipped his head back to give Andrew more access. Andrew took full advantage, biting and sucking in a way that Neil knew he would never be able to hide. His hips jerked as he hissed when Andrew bit down hard on his collarbone. It could have been 10 seconds or 10 hours before Andrew stepped back for all Neil knew. His mind hazy with lust.
Neil blinked back into the present when Andrew shoved a ball of fabric into his chest. His hands moved automatically to grab onto it when Andrew let it go. He didn’t even try to hold back his smile as he realized it was Andrew’s sweatshirt. Pulling it on he brought the collar to his nose and sighed at the feeling of having ‘Minyard 03’ on his back.
“Idiot.” Andrew dead panned but the tips of his ears had started to turn pink and Neil smirked while keeping his mouth hidden in the sweatshirt.
Andrew pulled the fabric away with a huff and grabbed Neil’s hand and pulled him out of the locker room.
This would definitely be added to Neil’s list of nightmares but that was a problem for sleeping Neil, and right now he was perfectly happy in the right sweatshirt with Andrew’s hand in his.