Andrew woke up slowly to the sound of credits rolling, he took a moment before opening his eyes to take account his surroundings. He was warm, and surrounded on all sides by a body with a familiar smell- leather, cigarettes and cheap dollar store quality shampoo.
He was surrounded by Neil, invading all of his senses and gently coercing his way into the most private part of Andrew's life. Grabbing trust and pushing limits until the day that stupid attractive head falls off its owners stupid body. Andrew felt an arm around his waist, clasping his hand gently but firm enough to not fall lose. The other was wrapped around his shoulders, not restraining in any way. It felt more protective than anything else. Andrew would normally hate feeling like he was someone to be protected. He wasn't weak enough to let some 5'4 prick stand between him and the world. But.. it was different. He could save the fits for when Neil was awake. He made a mental note to tell Neil to fuck off about it later. The junkie still didn't seem to grasp the dynamic here, but he was a quick learner.
The body pressed against Andrew's back was warm, and completely relaxed for once. All of the buzzing, vibrating, irritating tension from earlier was gone. Neil was obviously completely at ease. He wondered what he'd look like right now, if his face was as gentle as his body felt. If his lips were as warm as the hands surrounding Andrew's body. But Andrew wouldn't find out. Not tonight. Not when the junkie was finally resting and any movement meant waking up the easily startled rabbit.
He settled for gazing at Neil's hand. The scars peaking out from under the wrist bands, the way his knuckles were pulled in odd directions from the scar tissue. The scars did nothing to take away from his physique though. The strong veins under the skin of his hand, and his perfectly sculpted arms. Andrew could memorize every detail, every mole and twist of his scars. All of the places his muscles tightened when he was grabbing an exy paddle.
He found himself subconsciously pulling Neil's hand tighter around himself, closer to him. Lightly adjusting his position so he could feel physically closer to Neil. Slowly drifting off to sleep, his jumbled thoughts straying further and further into nonsense, he mumbled "I should've found you sooner, rabbit." And drift away, back into a peaceful warm slumber.
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