Here’s my piece for the Kandreil fall exxchange for Mads, @ajminyrd. Shameless Kandreil smut, hope you like it!
Neil was a shit head. So was Andrew for that matter, and Kevin was annoyed. The three of them were supposed to be practicing, but Neil and Andrew had fallen asleep on the couch, shoulders pressed together heads resting against each other. At first it had been charming, adorable, he had definitely taken at least fifteen pictures.
But now it was nearly half an hour later and they were both still asleep. Kevin was faced with a dilemma. Every minute they were late for night practice, he felt his skin itching. He was filled with a wild, dark energy, and he needed to burn off. He could have gone by himself, but that wouldn’t be enough. He needed Neil to spar with, to spit insults at, to have them spit right back at him. He could have woken the two of them, but there were more cons than pros to that plan.
His boys were violent wakers. More than once Kevin had been ripped out of sleep by an elbow to the rib or a fist to the face when something had startled Neil or Andrew. And now, if he woke them, they’d both be mad at him. He didn’t want to imagine the hell he’d have to deal with from Andrew if Kevin made him hit Neil, and it wouldn’t be any better from Neil.
So Kevin sat, and waited. And the longer he waited, the more irritated he became, until his hands were twitching with the urge to strangle his boyfriends.
Andrew was the first to wake. He barely moved, eyes blinking open. Keven almost missed it. Neil woke up seconds later when Andrew shifted. Neil blinked sleepily at him, his face creasing in confusion when he saw the look on Kevin’s face. They sat in silence for several long moments, before Andrew finally broke it.
“The fuck is your problem?” he snapped, leaning away from Neil and stretching.
Kevin didn’t answer me. His eyes flicked up to the clock and then back to Andrew and Neil.
Their eyes followed his. Neil had the decency to look sorry. Andrew however, wasn’t moved. In fact he rolled his eyes.
“So?” Andrew asked, somehow sounding even more bored.
“So,” Kevin snapped. “It’s been an hour and a half. We were supposed to be on the court.”
Andrew stood up, stretching out his muscles. “If we get you off will you shut up about it?”
Kevin glared at him. Andrew shrugged. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
Andrew turned to look at Neil, a silent conversation passing between them.
Neil stood as well, crossing the room to where Kevin sat in one of the kitchen chairs. He straddled Kevin’s lap, sitting on his lap, and looping his arms around Kevin’s neck. Instinctively, Kevin slid a hand up Neil’s back.
Neil just peered at him, not moving. Kevin continued to glare. “You’re not even going to apologize?” Kevin snarked.
Neil shook his head. “No,” he answered, a small smirk on his face. It made Kevin want to kiss him and then kick his ass. For now he settled for the kissing.
It was rough, Kevin bit at Neil’s lips until he could taste the tang of blood in his mouth. Their teeth clacked together and Neil’s hands tugged painfully at his hair. Kevin’s hands squeezed at Neil’s ass, grinding up against him as they kissed.
It was several minutes before Neil pulled away, and Kevin tried to follow, but Neil leaned away farther, until Kevin’s hands were the only thing keeping him from toppling to the ground. The smirk was back on his face, and Kevin practically snarled. But suddenly a hand was pulling his head back roughly, and Andrew was standing over him, and then he was kissing him. Andrew was rough, left no room for Kevin to doubt who was in charge at the moment.
Neil climbed off his lap, but Kevin barely noticed until Neil was tugging at his shorts. Kevin lifted his hip, helping Neil out. Andrew pulled away, but his hot breath against his ear made Kevin shudder.
“Look at him,” Andrew spoke against Kevin’s ear. “Look how desperate he is to have your cock in his mouth.” Neil slid forward and wasted no time in licking and sucking on the head of Kevin’s dick. Kevin groaned, shifting in his seat. Andrew slung an arm over his shoulder, idly toying with one of Kevin’s nipples through his tank top.
“He’s got the perfect mouth to take a dick don’t you think?” Andrew said almost casually. Kevin only knew from extensive experience that he wasn’t as collected as he was pretending.
But now Neil had most of Kevin’s dick in his mouth, and Kevin’s brain short circuited for a few seconds. Andrew’s nails scraped against his skin, drawing him back into the moment.
“Doesn’t he look so pretty taking your dick like that?” Andrew asked.
“Yeah, god yeah,” Kevin mumbled, rolling his head to the side, looking for a kiss. Andrew obliged him, and Neil slid down so Kevin’s entire dick was in his mouth. It was taking all of Kevin’s willpower not to thrust up into Neil’s mouth.
But that was exactly what Andrew had planned. “Look how good he is Kevin. Don’t you just want to fuck his mouth? I think he wants that too, don’t you Neil?”
Neil pulled off and Kevin shivered at the cold air. Neil nipped at Kevin’s thighs. “Yeah. I want you to fuck my face. Can you do that for me Kevin?” The way he gazed up at Kevin from between his legs was obscene and Kevin wanted more.
He carded his hands through Neil’s hair, and guided him back to his dick. Neil happily obliged, swallowing Kevin down to the base. Kevin moaned and let his hips jerk up. Neil hummed around him and Andrew sucked at his neck, and Kevin could feel his control slipping. He tugged on Neil’s hair, forcing him to do the work, moving up and down, and Neil went at it with full enthusiasm.
Between the two of them Kevin knew he wasn’t going to last long. Andrew whispered dirty things against his ear, and Neil moaned around him as Kevin fucked him.
“He’s doing so good, isn’t he?” Andrew asked, nipping at Kevin’s earlobe. “It’s like he was born to suck your dick.”
Kevin was getting close, and he knew he was starting to babble. Agreeing with Andrew, telling Neil over and over how pretty he was and how good he looked and how great he was doing. And then he was falling over the edge, Andrew swallowing his moans, and Neil letting him jerk through it.
When he could breathe again he fell off the chair onto his knees, pawing at Andrew’s buckle. He attempted to blow Andrew but Andrew pushed him back so he was kneeling and jerked himself off, splatters of come landing on Kevin’s face. Neil liked at Kevin’s face, and Kevin shoved his hand down Neil’s shorts, jerking him off rough and fast, and Neil quickly followed them over the edge.
Kevin laid on his back on the floor next to Neil as they caught their breath.
Andrew peered down at them from the kitchen chair. “Can I go to bed now?” he asked, sounding for all the world like he hadn’t just had an orgasm.
Kevin glared at him. “You can go get your shit and get ready for practice.”
Neil groaned. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
Kevin was not fucking kidding him. Andrew sighed and went to get his keys.
