Junkie

“I told you not to touch me Neil.”

"I am not a pipe dream. I'm not going anywhere.”

It’s so fun to learn how to draw with these characters :D

A drawing of one of my OCs :)) This one was fun. But it’s so hard to learn how to draw humans xD

Neil and Andrew sit outside of the car on the ground, looking up at the stars.

“You know, I really love coming out here with you. With you alone.” Neil said. “Love..” Andrew muttered under his breadth while lighting up a cigarette. He gave it to Neil without looking up, before lighting up a second one for himself. “Yea.” Neil said, taking a deep breath, lunges filled with smoke. The sent of ash and fire mixed together with the sent of the Car and Andrew made him smile. He wished he could freeze these moments and revisit them over and over again. This is what made him happy. Home. This was home.

“There’s no such thing as love.” Andrew finally said. Neil leaned in closer, the tips of his fingers brushing over Andrew’s. “But what if I love being here with you. What if I love how it is right here, right now. What if I love-“ he stopped, his cheeks a shade darker, red and blushing.

“You’re insufferable” Andrew said and pulled him into a deep kiss. Neil felt Andrew’s warm tongue pushing in and let him. He was out of breath after minutes, smiling.

Everyone thought it was a hate between them. That that is the reason why they kiss, why they fuck. Neil knew it wasn’t. He knew it was so, so much more. It was the way Andrew opened himself up to him and only him alone. How he kissed him, with passion and heat. How he came back to him over and over again, needing him. The way Andrew moved when he himself did. This wasn’t hate. This was closer to love than to anything else.

“Yes or no?"

"It's always yes with you."

Andrew: Quietly moves heaven and earth to keep Neil alive