the idea that Neil never bothers to keep his voice down during sex takes on a whole new meaning once he and Andrew move into their own apartment. there are, inevitably, a few late nights when Neil completely forgets about the neighbors while Andrew pounds him in bed. the headboard knocks rhythmically against the wall, and no matter how many times Andrew tries to silence his menace with another kiss, a few unmistakable sounds still manage to slip through the paper-thin walls. the silent stares from the neighbors are almost funny, considering they’re watching the very same two people the media constantly speculate about—two pro Exy players who refuse to define whatever exists between them and routinely tell reporters to fuck off whenever the questions get too personal. after Andrew and Neil move into the neighboring apartment, a few hours later, unmistakable moans of pure pleasure can be heard coming from the room next door, sounds that leave very little room for interpretation. neither Andrew nor Neil ever says a word about their relationship. they never have to.
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