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because last night he'd learned just how thin the walls at the cody house were.

he'd learned that, yeah, maybe he should've been a little more considerate of his brothers when staying up all night with a new girl in his room every other day.

but, to be fair, there was no way for craig to know that this was what his brothers were hearing through all hours of the night when his promiscuity got the best of him.

"i swear to god, if i hear one more 'andy-!' i'm going to march in there with a shotgun."

deran could only chuckle into his mouthful of cereal, clearly way less impacted by the noise than his brother.

he was used to it. courtesy of craig himself.

"what, not as fun when it's not a girl screaming your name?"

before craig could answer, the slam of a headboard hitting the wall that separated the kitchen and pope's room began to accelerate once more, interrupting anything he could've said.

and when he opened his mouth after a short pause, he was interrupted once more, except this time by something worse — wails of his brother's name.

"a-andy, fuck! please, fuck, andy—!"

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath before addressing his brother, "no. in fact, sex completely loses its appeal when i'm not the one on the receiving end."

"shit! oh, andyandyandy- don't stop!"

craig rolled his eyes, movements brusque as he took out a few things to make himself breakfast. he could feel a headache coming in.

"hey, be happy it's only her you can hear. i can't even imagine what pope would soun-"

craig grimaced, "don't finish that sentence, man. i don't wanna know what fucking pope sounds like during sex."

deran shrugged, continuing to eat his soggy cereal. nonchalance seethed out of him.

some moments of silence passed between the brothers, with the occasional eye roll from craig and the snicker from deran as the noises came and went. both brothers shared a fleeting thought, which was just how long could the two of you go for?

"i mean, there's no way pope's that good, right?"

"dude, you just said you didn't want to think about pope having sex."

"okay, but listen," craig interrupted halfway through making himself a sandwich, "do you hear that? there's no way she's not faking it. pope can't be that good. he's way smaller than me, his dick can't be that-"

"dude."

"i'm just saying—!"

unfortunately, the hammering at the wall reached its crescendo just then, halting any further conversation that could be had.

your screams increased in volume, and now a few sounds could be heard coming from the other party involved. andrew's pained groans joined your wails, making both guys share a look of terror between one another.

"it's so big, andy! fuck! r-right there—! 'm almost- ffffuck, hnnng, andy, yes!"

and then a very loud grunt from pope was followed by silence.

craig felt some heat reach his neck, but he shook his head in a shudder in order to snap out of it.

meanwhile, deran felt weirdly shocked. he was happy that his brother had found what seemed to be the one and trusted them enough to bring her back home, but this was way more than he'd ever expected to hear from a brother. and this was said with craig's sexcapades in mind.

"okay, i'm gonna kill him-"

"that'll just make him go harder next time."

"fuck, you're right."

and so they found themselves at an impasse.

after the silence began to invade the next room over, it didn't take long for the eldest cody brother to walk into the room, breaking the awkward and defeated silence that had formed in the kitchen.

as expected, be was almost fully nude, with only a tight pair of boxers covering his manhood and a variety of marks adorning his upper body — although craig's nosy eyes noticed a faded trail of hickeys to be found on pope's inner thighs, making him gag internally.

andrew immediately took notice of the weird silence and the shared looks behind his back as he neared the fridge for some cold water.

slowly turning around, he asked, in a somewhat pointed tone, "what?"

settled on opposite sides of the kitchen island, his brothers looked to him with different expressions.

deran seemed mostly incredulous. craig was just frustrated — either jealousy or annoyance, not even he could tell.

"'andy'?" was all craig said.

"got a problem, craig?"

"maybe keep it down next time, yeah, brother?"

deran sighed, continuing to occupy himself with his cereal. pope could be a bit of a ticking time bomb if poked just at the right moment. this was uncharted territory, so he wasn't very sure how much craig could push before making pope blow up.

but craig continued.

his crown had been toppled a little, maybe.

"you're saying that to me?"

with a scoff and an incredulous chuckle, andrew turned back to the fridge, grabbing himself two water bottles before closing it back up and facing his brothers once more. to him, the conversation must've been over.

"i'm just saying, it's a shared space. i don't need to hear your girlfriend, or whatever, screaming your name all fucking night."

pope's eye twitched at the tone in which the word girlfriend was said, but he let it slide.

there was a certain, uncharted, sense of pride he felt at the comment.

his girlfriend screaming his name all night long.

yeah. this could easily become the new normal to him. he had felt a slight surge of confidence upon leaving his room that morning, somewhat aware of how much noise you'd been making, but just completely careless about it. it had been at the back of his mind, but every thrust just buried the thought deeper. up until the point where it became completely insignificant.

(how could he think about decorum when he had you under him, clawing at his back, crying out 'andyandyandy-' in the prettiest voice he'd ever heard, going higher and higher the more he lost himself in your pussy—)

but when he turned around, craig continued to glare at him as if he'd personally offended him.

and normally andrew would've been perfectly fine with decking him, telling him to get fucked, and walking past him. but a very welcome interruption entered the room before he could.

"baby?"

it came from behind craig, leading to the hallway that connected the walls of the kitchen and his room. the soft sound of your voice caused all boys to face you. deran offered a smile, albeit a little forced and awkward. craig scoffed to himself and nodded in semi-polite greeting, hands in pockets as he leaned against the counter in order to create space for you to get to pope.

there you stood, hair disheveled, makeup running slightly down your waterline and donning only one of pope's plain pajama shirts.

with a little extra attention, it would've been easy to spot the matching trail of hickeys up your thighs. and some x-ray vision would've provided the life-ruining sight of your hidden skin filled with marks made by andrew's teeth.

"you were taking too long, what's wrong?"

and, fuck, andrew almost went hard again at those simple words.

pride swelled in his chest, a weird sense of superiority invading him at having his sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl standing in front of his family in such a state.

andrew didn't need to argue with craig any longer. no words were needed as the appearance of his sweet girl said everything that needed to be said.

"sorry, sweetheart, just saying good morning to the guys."

andrew took the few steps that separated you and held onto your hand with one hand as the other held the two bottles of water (swoon), beginning to lead you back where you came from.

at that you smiled at them, sleepy demeanor leaving you a bit as you mumbled 'morning,' seemingly unaware of craig's earlier complaints.

as andrew passed in front of craig, he smirked to himself, twice as much when he noticed craig's annoyed scowl.

"might wanna get some earbuds or somethin'" he mumbled under his breath as he walked away.

once he was gone, craig groaned to himself, speaking up one last time.

"yeah, i guess it's time i moved out."