Prompt !!!! Okkkkk so I was thinking abt how Neil's never really got affection before right ?? But he doesn't really like to be touched ?? I have found a solution: Being called endearments. Sweetheart, baby, darling, love. Andrew didn't expect the reaction it had on Neil's body.
The first time Andrew calls Neil by a pet name is a sarcastic, throwaway line. “Okay, sweetheart,” he drawls one day when Neil is acting a little too much like Kevin for his taste. He doesn’t miss the way Neil suddenly stills, his voice dying off. For a second, he thinks he’s crossed a line.
He turns to look at Neil, who for once, is a closed book. He looks frozen, halfway through an action. “Yes or no?” Andrew asks.
It takes Neil a long moment. “Yes,” he answers, and Andrew kindly doesn’t notice the way his voice rasps.
The next time is intentional. It’s a Sunday morning, blissfully free of practice or any other obligations. Neil apparently hasn’t gotten the memo, and Andrew is jolted awake by Neil crawling out of the bed.
“Come back to bed, baby,” Andrew says, voice heavy with sleep. Neil stares at him intently. Andrew smirks, and pats the empty half of the bed. “Come on darling,” he says, not even bothering to be sarcastic.
Neil stumbles back to the bed, not bothering to hide the situation happening in his boxers. He slides back in next to Andrew, and Andrew leans in to kiss him, grabbing Neil by the hips to pull him closer.
He pulls away long enough to nip at Neil’s ear. “I’m going to blow you, yes or no?”
“Yes, Andrew,” Neil breathes, quickly kicking the covers away. “Where can I touch you?”
Andrew considers for a moment. “My hair,” he tells Neil, leaning in to kiss him once more before sliding down the bed, and tugging at Neil’s boxers. Neil helpfully raises his hips and lets Andrew pull them down before kicking them off.
He feels like he should be ashamed for being so hard already but he can’t, not when Andrew is licking a wet path up his dick, and sucking on the head. He curls his fingers in Andrew’s hair, anchoring himself.
“God,” Neil whines when Andrew sinks down on him, swallowing around his length. It’s warm and hot and he’s not going to last long. Andrew has to sling an arm across his hips to hold him still.
Andrew is an expert and it takes him little time to drive Neil almost to the edge. He pulls off long enough to look Neil in the eye. “Come on love,” he encourages. He barely has enough time to get his mouth back on Neil’s dick before Neil comes, hands tangling almost painfully in Andrew’s hair.
Andrew works him through it, until Neil bats him away. He crawls back up the bed and flops down next to Neil, a smirk on his face.
“Shut up,” Neil snaps without any heat, rolling so he’s face down in his pillow.
“Whatever you say sweetheart.”