One Night | Stefandrew
Stefan had been talking to Andrew about blowjobs for what seemed like twenty for hours or more, or rather, it had been mentioned the day before and they kept going back around to it. This was unacceptable, he wasn't sure how much more he could hear about it, picture it, and not have it happen. He said he'd come over, so he hurried out of his apartment after changing into a t-shirt, pulling it on over his jeans and throwing on a light jacket, locking the door behind him. He hurried to Andrew's apartment, glad that his sisters were off at a hotel, since he wasn't exactly sure how he wanted to be around some preteen girl while getting a blow job- then again if Andrew was as good at it as he sounded like he was, maybe any rules could be bent for it. He knocked on the door and ran a hand through the back of his hair, breathing out.