for @dracosintended // who wanted blushing Andrew
Admittedly Neil had not been paying attention to the conversation, his attention was on the feeling of Andrew’s hand on his leg under the table. He isn’t particularly doing anything, his hand is just a comforting presence. Neil has been eating at a comfortable pace, keeping up with the conversation when someone directed it his way, but not otherwise.
He was listening to Dan’s side of the table, she was discussing some play ideas with Kevin. It wasn’t until Nicky said one key word that Neil’s attention was drawn. Everyone in ear shot either raised a brow or groans at Nicky’s rather detailed comment about some sex act involving his tongue that hadn’t gone well with him and Erik, and Neil turned his head toward his team mate with a expression of disbelief. Nicky just pouts exaggeratedly and raises a dramatic eyebrow at Neil.
❝ Maybe you didn’t do it right. ❞ Neil says to Nicky in German, the taller man gapes a him for a few seconds then grins. ❝ Any suggestions? ❞ He replies in English, Neil shrugs, glancing briefly at Andrew before leaning back in his seat, he brushes his fingers over Andrew’s until he’s sure he’s paying attention, and begins to speak quietly in Russian. Andrew brings his drink to his lips while he listens.
❝ Didn’t you do that trick last week? I’d offer some advice but I don’t actually remember the details considering how good it felt. ❞ The fact that Andrew chokes on his drink has the whole table in a stunned silence. He sits forward, sucking in a hoarse breath before letting out some harsh coughs. No one is dumb enough to offer a helpful clap to the back, but Neil mumbles that he should raise his arms to help clear his air way.
Andrew does just that, slipping his hands up and behind his head until he can breathe again. After a moment he lowers his arms and grunts a gruff I’m fine. He looks at Neil accusatorily, his face red from choking. In Russian he says, ❝ If you want to give him advice come to the bathroom and I’ll give you a second demonstration. ❞ Neil’s cheeks colour, but he nods, sucking at his bottom lip. ❝ I wouldn’t. ❞ He admits, still in Russian. Some of the others glance their way but Andrew’s expression has returned to it’s usual impassiveness, despite the red still on his cheeks.
❝ I know. Doesn’t mean my offer doesn’t still stand. ❞ Andrew shoves away from the table and feigns another small bout of coughing, Neil does the same. Turning to Nicky before he follow after Andrew. ❝ Practice makes perfect. ❞ German this time, and Aaron scowls, dropping some of his food back into his place. ❝ Don’t make me gag, this is expensive food. ❞ Neil just grins and walks off to the sound of Neil’s sound of betrayal.
It’s twenty minutes before either of them return, but it isn’t Neil who looks anything but his usual self, but Andrew has a clear flush on his cheeks that can no longer be attributed to having a fit of choking.