#andrewwalkcr

Will groans, rolling his hips up. He bottoms out at the back of Andrew’s neck, feeling the warmth of his exhale against his stomach. Will pulls back and slams his cock back into Andrew’s mouth. The impromptu blowjob has been going on for fifteen minutes but Andrew isn’t complaining, not even when Will fucks his mouth without any kind of abandon and makes him choke a couple of times.

“Fuck, Drew. I love your mouth. I love you.”

His eyes roll back into his head when he comes, and of course Andrew swallows. He can feel the smirk on Drew’s face when he pulls back, looking sleepy and smug and ready for a nap.

“That was pretty gay dude,” Andrew says with a chuckle. Will looks over at him, chest rising and falling. He can’t help but laugh.

He rolled his eyes just looking at Dom’s back, his hand fiddling with a box under the table, a smile just slapped on his face as he watched his boyfriend work.

“Well hey, I’m glad you’re having a good mor-..” Dom turned back to Andrew with the plate of peanut butter and banana sandwiches to be greeted by the little box on the table right in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at Andrew and all he got in return was a dumb grin, waiting for him to open it up. He pushed the plate towards Andrew before carefully picking up the box, more or less guessing what it was as he gave a smile back before prying it open to see the ring. He found it strange, that Andrew was doing it now, while they were still in Hudson, and there were so many other things to think about first like what happens after Hudson, where they’d be assigned to, how long they’d live.. Dom tried to push aside the same old worries he had when they first got together. The same old worries that almost broke his most important friendship apart.

Dom stayed quiet as Andrew began speaking with the spark in his eyes, “I know it’s pretty early and we got a couple more months to go before we graduate but I just thought you know, nothing like the present right? And it be nice to.. just let people know that you’re mine, y'know?” Dom couldn’t help but laugh reaching over to lace his fingers with his, he wouldn’t need some ring to tell people Dom was his. “And you don’t have say yes now, I mean just think about it, you and me, maybe have a dog and a cat, maybe 5, Will doesn’t count as a dog. Maybe adopt kids, maybe occasionally still doing cool missions for Hudson. And it’s scary I know but I love you and- ” Dom leaned over to just shut him up already as he kissed him, hand holding onto his tightly and the other going around Andrew’s neck and pulling him in closer. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, usually like how he handles his love for this man.

Dom broke it off resting his forehead on Andrew’s, his hand subconsciously starting to play with the ends of Andrew’s hair as he laughed, “Do you even have to ask?”

“Dude, just let me try and be cool and ask it this one chance I’ll ever get in my life.”

“The floor’s all yours.”

“Dominic Hughes, will you marry me?”

“Yes, it’ll always be yes.”

“See? That was totally cool, right?”

“Absolutely not.”

send  👀 for the moment my muse realized they’re in love with yours

Dom sat on a chair in Andrew’s room, watching him curl in bed, soaked in the air of alcohol and tears with his face stained by both. he had a hand outstretched to stroke Andrew’s arm, soothing him to sleep. It’s been almost half a year since they’ve first met in Hudson and this, this was the first when Dom finds Andrew drinking alone. He just sat there, sobbing as he clutched on to the bottle of Absolut, the whole thing almost gone. Dom was furious, he was about to swipe the bottle away and scold Andrew for doing something so stupid, he could’ve gotten alcohol poisoning for god’s sake, and he was drinking alone, he could’ve died. 

But he stopped himself when Andrew looked him in the eye, feeling his heart sink to rock bottom seeing him so broken. “It’s.. it’s Abby’s birthday today.”

Dom simply dropped his bag down and walked over to scoop him into his arms, plucking the bottle out of his hands lest he tries to chug even more alcohol into his system. “She’s turning 18 today.. I.. I should be there. Why am I not fucking there?”

“I know..” Dom whispered, trying to comfort Andrew as he rocked him back and forth, stroking his back as he felt his chest ache more every time Andrew sobs a little harder. “No, you don’t.” The words hit him hard, because it was the truth. He don’t know how he felt. Dom’s family was all gone, he had no collateral damage by walking into Hudson, and even in Hudson, he felt like Andrew was all he had resembling anything to a proper friend, let alone family. With that, Dom kept quiet, simply providing comfort by touch instead of words, because his words always just seem to make it worse. 

It took awhile but in a few hours the tears did stop, and exhaustion from the crying and alcohol took over Andrew and Dom lifted him back onto the bed, looking over just to make sure he really sleeps properly. He sat there in silence, quietly greeting Mason when he came in to hit the sack. And then it was just him, sitting here watching his friend sleep. He carefully cleaned Andrew’s face from the stains of tears, trying his best to not wake him up but he looked like he was out like a light.

Dom rested his arms on the back of the chair, propping his chin down on them as he felt the bubble of feelings coming up. He was almost zoning out staring at Andrew, trying to swallow it all back, this wasn’t suppose to happen, he didn’t like that feeling. Not that he didn’t like it, he did. It was just a ball of happiness rising up to his chest the more he thought about Andrew. He just didn’t want to go through that again and lose it all because he couldn’t keep his commitments in check, it just hurts everyone. But at this very moment, he put that all aside and smiled, taking the opportunity to look at the now peaceful face.

Dom was lucky. Lucky to have met Andrew, remembering the first time they met being dumped together because no one else wanted them to drag their grades down. Lucky to have him block the gossips and whispers haunting over his shoulders when he first came in. Lucky to just have him by his side right now. Lucky to have probably fallen for him too. And if he could do anything to help Andrew out, he would.

Andrew was fast asleep like a log, probably won’t be waking up any time soon until the next morning with a horrible hungover. And he probably won’t remember any of this at all. It’ll be best if Andrew don’t have to wake up to the confusion of Dom in his room in the morning. He teared away from the chair, picking up his bag, and cleaning up the mess Drunk Andrew made, ready to head back next door. He paused at the door hearing Andrew groan a little but not waking up, most likely from all the alcohol burning his tummy. Dom tip toed back towards him and brushed his messy hair away from his forehead before daring to give a quick peck on it. “Sleep well.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Will hisses out through clenches teeth. he hates this kind of shit, Andrew knows that. He’s asked, over and over and over again, why Will is the way he is. And through small snipets and begrudging admissions,, Andrew knows he hates drugs. He knows how much they fucked him up.

Andrew says, “Chill out dude, what are you, my dad?” and it’s the worst thing he can say to Will, who looks about ready to punch him. Andrew wants to take it back immediately. He doesn’t, though, and when Will walks away Andrew kind of wishes he had just hit him instead. It would hurt less.

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

“Who?” Will asks, and its in this calm and collected voice. Andrew blinks up at him, confusion across the bruises and cuts on his face. Will’s always an outward person. Everything he does is big, loud, and when he opens the door and his face falls flat an blank, it scares Andrew. It scares him a lot.

Andrew’s seen Will angry before. He’s seen him drunk and crying. He’s seen him livid and on a rampage, destroying and throwing and wrecking everything in sight. He’s seen Will punch a wall, and he’s seen him cuss and throw and even hit someone hard enough to make them throw up.

But he’s never seen him quiet before, features schooled into a blank mask that almost covers the murderous look in his eyes. Andrew shakes his head, because it doesn’t matter, and considers backtracking, slowly. He could be out the door in about five seconds.

“Who.” Will’s tone is insistent and Andrew swallows, hard. He’s tired and he’s sore and he just wants someone to talk care of him. Will sees it when the tears pool in the corner of his eyes and his shoulders crumble in, threatening to collapse. His features soften and Will pulls Andrew into the room. His touch is soft, gentle, loving, as he cleans out the cut above Andrew’s eye and splints his finger. Andrew leans into the touch despite the pain it brings him because he wants this, he needs it after the night he’s had. He craves the affection. The attention. Will’s focused solely on him, like he’s the most important thing in the room, and Andrew’s stuck to his side, barely letting Will stand to take off his shirt.

When Will tucks him in he whispers out the name. Will tenses, pressing a kiss to Andrew’s forehead and rocking him to sleep so gently it barely feels like he’s moving in his big arms. When Andrew wakes up the next morning, Will is nowhere to be found and dread begins to blossom in his stomach.

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

Freelance assassin work isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but Andrew and Will are the best in their field, or at least some of the best, and when they get the new job Will wants to say no. Andrew insists they take it - “The payout is six figures dude, are you kidding me? - but Will knows it’s wrong. It’s a hunch he can’t shake and Will can feel the regret when they say yes. It’s supposed to be a simple mission at some fancy, rich guy’s house who collects exotic fish. His family is out on some cruise but he elected to stay home, and the bounty on his head is too high for how easy his security system is.

Drew sets up on the roof and he’s running Will through the intel. He’ll be in his study, this late at night, and Will follows the voice in his earpiece, his gun ready. It’s another part of the job that Will doesn’t like, the execution can be messy. There’s a giant fish tank in the study, old furniture that looks more important than practical, and a decidedly obvious absence of any living person. Will mentions this to Andrew, but all he can hear is static and scuffling.

The line cuts out and Will’s yelling into the ear piece, “Drew? Where the fuck are you dude?” before there’s motion out of the corner of his eye. Andrew’s in the tank, or at least, his head is. His mouth is open in a silent scream as gloved hands hold him under the water. Will shoots the fish tank, low and under whatever opening is being used. But the fucker is bulletproof and Will doesn't have a single clue of how to get to whatever secret room Andrew’s in. His fists smack against the glass, futile, and he hears a sick crack as one of his fingers breaks in his efforts.

Andrew’s gasping for breathe when he's held back down, under the water. but there’s nothing Will can do. He sees the panic, the regret, the scared look in Drew’s eyes. It’s the same look that Will sees whenever he closes his eyes, whenever he falls asleep, whenever he’s too alone, sober, without a bottle to drown himself in. It’s the fear that cuts Will to the core, the fact that this is something that Will can’t protect him from. The fact that he trusted Will to make sure he was okay, that he trusted Will to protect him. 

Andrew dies, scared and alone and looking at Will like maybe, he could save him.