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“Not anymore,” Andrew says, eyes focused on Neil’s keys where they’ve clattered against the asphalt. He can feel Neil’s piercing gaze against the side of his face. He fights not to look at him.

He wants to look at him. Because those eyes are finally real. The wall between them is crumbling and Andrew wants to tear at it. He wants more of the truth. He wants more of the real Neil. He wants more of the butcher’s son.

Neil gets up and Andrew doesn’t look at him until his back is turned, halfway through the door. He’s insanely fast, appearing from beneath Andrew’s feet, crossing the sidewalk to his keys.

Neil plucks the key ring up and then, Andrew’s cigarette. A moment later he has it in his mouth and Andrew feels the back of his neck go impossibly warm. His eyes flick down to Neil’s mouth and then is distracted by the way his hand comes up in a mock salute. Andrew very nearly sneers, but can’t bring himself to. He’s too busy tamping down the rising feeling of panic and fuck, shit, fuck. why was that so goddamn attractive and weirdly charming, stupid fucking redheaded bastard.

He turns away wordlessly and heads for the door with both of his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He tries very hard not to think about Neil, but he fails. Just like he always does.

Just like the way he did every single day he was in that goddamn hospital.

Because Neil kept his promise.

He’s a fucking idiot for it.

But he did it for Andrew. And people didn’t usually do things for Andrew like that.

Some people are afraid of him. Others hate him. They don’t understand him.

What if Jean does kiss Jeremy.

He wants to.

To push him down onto the sand, just to see what he would do.

He sees the way Jeremy looks at him. He also sees the polite way he always averts his stare when Jean catches him. Why? Why, why, why? Does he not find Jean attractive enough? Or is he just being Jeremy? All good and respectful.

Jean wants to bite Jeremy’s mouth. He wants Jeremy to bite his mouth. He wants to know what his tongue would feel like against his teeth.

Jeremy is so talkative, going on about some team gossip he promises is not gossip. He lays back on the sand and his shirt rides up. Jean looks at the strip of skin that is revealed. There is perfectly stark tan line that cuts across his hips.

Jean pulls his gaze away.

He doesn’t think he’s ready to risk the chance of Jeremy turning him down. He likes what they have. Very, very much. He’s lucky to have such a deeply kind partner. He cannot ruin this. Jeremy nudges Jean with his bare heel and Jean looks back at him.

He’s smiling and says, “See, I knew you weren’t listening when you didn’t react.” Even in the dim moonlight, his cheeks are red. Sunkissed. He will end up with more freckles.

Jean almost wants to ruin this, just for a taste.

He wants.

“you like it. i like that you like it.”