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And Andrew hums and nods but says, “I’m not a very good dancer, though, and I don’t know any good moves that aren’t already taken. What should I do?”

And this kid looks delighted. He shows Andrew how to whip and nae nae. Andrew promises to do it but ONLY if the kid roots for him and tries hard in school.

Finger My Mouth by LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss | E | 1515 Louis' dentist (and childhood crush) rides him on the orthodontic chair.

A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld | G | 1882 Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.

Working With Mouths. by kotabear24 | M | 2075 But, basically, Louis goes to a new dentist...who is Harry Styles.

The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office) by AxWorldxAway | nr | 3832 "Got a bit of a laugh, eavesdropping in on my very personal conversation with myself, eh?" Louis pulled the straightest face he could, acting as stern as he could, and he almost pulled it off. That is, until he saw the way the boy paled dramatically and his eyes widened comically. He burst out laughing a second after the boy began rushing out a hasty apology. He couldn't stop laughing, doubling over from his place perched in the chair. The other boy began chuckling slightly along with him. Louis knew it wasn't that funny, but he had to keep his spirits high somehow; he was sitting in a dentist office after all. (Louis cracks his tooth and is forced to take a trip to the dentist. Harry just happens to be the attractive dental assistant to Louis' eccentric dentist.)

Brace Yourself by Kaname | nr | 4056 "Standing in the doorway, wearing the most garish pair of banana scrubs that Louis had ever had the misfortune of seeing, was the most bloody gorgeous man he'd ever laid his eyes on. His hair was twisted into a messy bun of shiny, perfect curls; his thick lips curled up into a playful smile while a set of sparkling green eyes read through his folder. 'Hope you’ve not had trouble "filling" the time before the appointment, then,” the hygienist mused, smirking down at the file in his hands. His muscular forearms were blissfully exposed, a white undershirt rolled up to the elbows while a set of long, elegant fingers flipped leisurely through Louis’ x-rays. “Not that I mean to "drill" you about what you do with your free time, but it would be awfully "root" not to ask.'" (Louis is a whiny arsehat who hates the dentist, and Harry is a hygientist with a pocket full of dental puns and a thing for petite men in poof-hats.)

always tell the truth by anditsonlyforthebrave | nr | 5027 Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.

Tantrums and Toothaches by sagegreenharry | nr | 5159 Louis and Harry's daughters always loved their dentist appointments with Louis. While Harry was off to the side doing his deep breathing, the girls would be laughing in the chair with Louis as he cleaned their teeth. So, this time when Harry gets the text from Louis to bring himself and the girls to his office, and Eva turns pale as a ghost, Harry knows something must be up.

Beautiful smile by HESLWTLJPNJHZJM | G | 5297 Louis takes Doris to her dentist appointment where Harry just so happens to be the dentist. Shocker, I know.

And he’s playing with incredibly talented people he looks up to and respects as players but to them he’s still Kevin Day. Nobody’s pushing back when he’s being a bitch, nobody’s challenging him or his calls. And it should be so nice to get the fucking respect he deserves, but he’s MISERABLE.

Until Andrew signs a team near Kevin, and the next year Neil signs the same team as Kevin so they all get a place together in the middle of the two teams, and they realize just how much Kevin needs their disrespect again, how he’s been floundering without anyone to fucking check him and put him in his place. They accidentally realize it after. Andrew, in a bad mood one night, snaps at Kevin in a vicious cutdown, and instead of bitching back, Kevin just…settles. For the whole fucking weekend. And again a little while later, Neil makes fun of him and Kevin BLUSHES.

Aaron is silent for a few minutes and then his voice cracks as he asks, “When did he make you promise that?”

Neil’s quiet for so long they think he won’t answer, staring at Andrew’s beat up face around his own injuries. “He talks about that riot, you know. And when we played the Ravens. He lost sight of you both times, just for a few seconds.” Neil clenched his fingers around the fabric of Andrew’s baggy hoodie, careful not to touch him even through the clothes. “I am not the only person whose safety is more important to him than his own.”

“When, Neil?” Aaron’s voice is hoarse.

Neil looks at his face considering for a while, but can’t see the harm in Aaron knowing. “The summer after my first year.”

And Aaron and Nicky both gasp because that was nearly three years ago. They’re graduating in a few months. Aaron and Neil stare at each other, but neither says a word.

When Andrew wakes up, Neil’s the first one he sees since Neil’s hovering over him. He looks at Neil, who explains what happened and where they’re at, and includes that Aaron and Nicky are safe and unhurt. Andrew listens silently then rasps, “Aaron?” And Neil moves so he’s no longer blocking Andrew’s view of his family members. He backs out of the way as Aaron stands.

Carefully, Andrew and Aaron look at each other and Andrew reaches for him. Aaron moves closer and lets his brother see for himself that he’s not hurt. “You’re okay,” he nods to himself at last, satisfied.

Aaron swallows. “Neil - Neil got me out of the way before he went back to help you.”

He’s got a great relationship with her, they talk about sex in a medical sense but also in an emotional sense, not necessarily about abstinence but about risk and responsibility and safety and how she can call him or her other parent and they will drop ANYTHING to go get her if she’s ever feeling unsafe etc. And plus, he’s met the kid before in passing a few times - he’s in several of her classes - and he’ll be meeting him “officially” the night before when he comes over for dinner. So he’s okay with it.

Andrew is a different story. He’s UnWell. He is beside himself. Not in a way that she would notice, not even in a way that anyone but Neil or Aaron would notice. But Neil knows. So they join the family dinner. Aaron gets one hour of heads-up that they’re on their way. The kids are ecstatic because their favorite uncles are coming. The oldest daughter’s excited to have her boyfriend meet her uncles. Neil overhears her on the phone with him after she gives them hugs reminding him, “Just don’t stare at Uncle Neil’s scars, okay? It makes Uncle Andrew and my dad angry. Oh, and don’t talk about Exy with Uncle Andrew.” She has no idea.

The boyfriend comes over. He’s nervous. Andrew’s glad. He SHOULD be nervous. He looks at his niece with adoration but Andrew’s not sure he trusts it. He knows what can lurk in the heart and mind of an 18year old boy.

Dinner goes well. It’s fine. The kid chats amiably with her parents and answers all the third degree questions. She protests asking him so much, even shoots at Neil, “You’ve spent too much time with the FBI; you and Uncle Andrew are good cop/bad copping him!” The kid chokes and stutters, ‘The FBI rumors are legitimate?!’

Neil winks and asks the kid about Exy after dinner’s done and Andrew rolls his eyes. Neil invites the kid outside to talk sports and they’re gone for a while. When they come back in, the kid looks incredibly uncomfortable, and he’s…holding Neil’s hand?

The kid is quiet the rest of the evening and when it’s time to go, the uncles give out their hugs and kisses and airplanes and promises to come back soon. Andrew watches in astonishment as Neil claps the boyfriend’s shoulders and says something quiet to him. Neil taps his cheek. The kid nods and…leans in to kiss it. Neil smiles his father’s smile, watching the kid go pale. Then he ruffles the boyfriend’s hair and kisses his cheek back.

“Nice to meet you, kid. Remember what I said! You two have a great time tomorrow night.” He looks at his niece as he kisses her cheek too. “I expect pictures; your dad said you looked beautiful in your dress when you picked it out.” She blushes and they leave. Andrew’s surprised because it seems like nobody noticed the Neil-and-boyfriend cheek kiss exchange.

The car ride is silent for half an hour. Finally, Neil sighs, and Andrew asks, “What did you do?”

Neil clucks his tongue. “Uncle Stuart says the kid’s clean, but that just means he’s never been caught doing anything wrong.” He shrugs. “My niece deserves to be treated well. I asked him if he agreed, and so I told him everything he did to her, I’d do to him.”

Andrew gives him a shrewd look. “You wouldn’t follow through with that,” he says.

“No,” Neil allows with a nod, then grins. “But HE doesn’t know that.”

Andrew digests that in silence until Neil turns on the music. He can’t believe it. Andrew spent so much time spiraling about his first-born niece, his baby, having her first real boyfriend, he hadn’t even noticed it. But now he looks at Neil and sees it. The slight shake of his hands, the way he keeps wiping the sides of his face like he can feel the phantom smile of his father’s on them.

jean's phone starts ringing off the hook but the only text he reads is neil's as he slides into jeremy's car.

so he gets andrew to sit and lean his back against the pillows, only kind of laying down, with Neil sitting up next to him. He kisses him and trails his hand down Andrew's chest and then lifts up, hovering an inch or so above his skin. He hovers his hand above Andrew's cock and Andrew snatches his wrist, holding it still until Neil so calmly says, "I know. I won't touch."

After glaring into his soul (aka regaining his composure), andrew squeezes hard once, a vicious warning, and lets go. Neil keeps his hand still, so close but not touching, close enough to almost make himself believe he can feel the warmth emanating from Neil's hand. "Yes or no?" Neil asks. "Not touching, I mean. Yes or no."

Andrew swallows. "Yes...for now."

Neil nods. He slowly - so slowly - runs his hand along Andrew's cock, resting with a slight curve over his hip, half-hard, always an inch above his skin, not ever touching. Andrew watches closely, his hands clenched into fists. It's heady. It's - it doesn't feel like anything, obviously, not physically, but Neil is staring at Andrew's body like he is feeling it beneath his fingertips, like it's magical and breathtaking to feel in his palm. He's stroking the air above Andrew's cock, ghosting his hand above Andrew's pubic hair. For a second, Andrew almost wishes he'd touch and feel the hair, so Andrew would get some stimulation, but it's gone a second later, distracted, when Neil runs his hand along the air above his balls, curling like he was fondling them, rolling and squeezing, massaging how he liked Andrew to do to him.

Andrew sighs as Neil's hands pet the space above his inner thighs, and Andrew surprises himself by spreading them. Neil cups the breath of distance between his hand and Andrew's perineum and traces the area above his crack. Then he's coming back up and dragging his finger above the vein on Andrew's rock-hard cock, careful to move his hand back when it twitches as Andrew breathes and a swoop of arousal moves through his body.

Andrew's breath is shaky and he is effected, his mind is begging, as pre-come beads at his tip. He can't believe Neil is doing this, really can't believe it's working for him.

Andrew's been interested for a while, and now he's so desperate to come, he nearly takes himself into his own hands, also nearly grabs Neil's hand and guides it to touch him, but Neil shakes his head. He doesn't want what Andrew doesn't want deep down, and Andrew knows he'd regret it if he brought Neil's touch to his cock.

So he waits, and he bites his lip and watches as Neil explores the heat of his body from an inch or so above himself, and when Andrew's about to come he threads his fingers through Neil's hair and wrenches his face up to look at him. He's not ready for Neil to watch is cock come, and even more, he wants to see Neil's eyes and face as he does.