Andreil + Physical Intimacy
Neil is usually the little spoon, but every once in a while, Andrew will let Neil press himself against his back, ghost his lips over the skin of his nape. Heāll let Neil hold a hand over his heart to feel his rapid, living pulse, and Neil will whisper, āWhoās the rabbit now?ā
Andrew likes to ruck Neilās shirt up in the mornings while theyāre still in bed. Heāll trace the scars on his stomach, the lithe carvings of muscle. If things are headed in a particular direction, Andrew will run his tongue along his favorite lines.
When Neil is looking to drive Andrew crazy, heāll take his thumb and drag it along Andrewās lower lip. Heāll take Andrewās earlobe between his teeth, walk his fingertips down the length of his spine. All Andrew can do is hold onto Neilās shoulders for dear life.
When Andrew is looking to drive Neil up the wall, all he has to do is show off a little. Put in some effort on the court, give Matt a run for his money at the gym. One time, Andrew wore his (and Neilās) favorite muscle tee to bench in and Neil actually biffed it on the treadmill.
Neil will sit on Andrewās lap when there isnāt enough room. The other Foxes have learned not to mention it. Card games are the only exception; Neil is a chronic and compulsive cheater.
When Andrew canāt stand the feeling of his own skin, let alone someone elseās, the closest Neil can get is the other end of the couch. He doesnāt waste the space, thoughāfills it with various details about his day, interesting things he read online, things he likes about Andrew. Andrew grips the lifeline with both hands and lets it drag him back to safety. When he finally gets there, Neilās arms are open, loving, and ready.
Neilās bad days are characterized by sporadic bouts of dissociation. Andrew doesnāt like to touch him when heās like that, but Neil has made it clear that itās okayāit helpsāso Andrew will clamp a hand over the back of his neck. Heāll stroke his thumb over the bone that juts out at the top of his spine, press his forehead against Neilās. āYou are Neil Josten,ā heāll say. āYou are real, and you are home.ā
When they move in together after college, Andrew declares Sundays a āno-runā day. Sometimes, Neil sleeps in with him. Others, heāll roll out of bed to make them both breakfast. When that happens, Andrew will find him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist from behind, forehead pressed into the space between Neilās shoulders. Neil will smile, let the back of his head rest against the top of Andrewās, because this is it, for himāAndrew will always be it.