#stevedrew

Without thinking Steven runs his fingers through Andrew’s soft hair, scratching the scalp a little, extracting a soft moan from Andrew.

“Adorable.” Steven murmurs appreciatively. “Such a sweet boy. My sweet darling Drew, the best co-host I could ever ask for.”

Steven thinks Andrew is handsome – ethereal in fact, not that he’d say that out loud to Andrew even while the other man is drunk out of his mind. However, there’s something about having Andrew drowsy and pliant that makes his heart sing, he’s always enjoyed control and at times like this Andrew is happy to relinquish his. He also finds that Andrew looks gorgeous in red.

He’d look even better on his knees, wrapped in red rope, only ever moving because Steven had allowed him to. Andrew has gorgeous green eyes that would shine even better glossed over with tears, little mewls escaping his puffy red lips. Steven would drag it out and watch how Andrew’s body bends and trembles in the throws of passion and desire. Andrew would be moments away from completion only for Steven to stop and make him beg and cry. Andrew would be lovely with tears streaming down his face. Though Steven would only let Andrew cum when he desired it, not because Andrew begged him, after all the best thing comes to those who wait. 

Real Andrew’s groan knocks Steven out of his musings, those are dangerous, halting his ministrations and retracting his hand from Andrew’s hair. The action causes the drunk man to whine at the loss and try to lean in closer to Steven to get him to touch again.  

“Oh. I didn’t know you were awake.” Steven says perplexed.

“Mmmm. Like your hand.”

Andrew is so awfully cat like that Steven almost laughs at his antics.

“I’m going to go to bed now too, Andrew.” Steven whispers gently, trying to lull the other man to sleep.

“No. Stay.” Andrew whimpers. “Please for me?”

If Andrew was sober, Steven would have relented to his request; but Andrew isn’t sober, and Steven likes control. He enjoys having someone completely at his mercy to cherish and break at the same time – unadulterated trust.

“No. Don’t do that.” He commands sweetly but firm.

Andrew whines, pouting at him. “Why, Stevie?”

“You think every time you say ‘Please? For me?’ I’ll do whatever you want. Well not this time.”

“Please? For me?” Andrew tries once more.

Steven almost cuddles Andrew - almost - but he desires to keep his guise of control up for a little longer.

“No.” He says before leaning down to place a feather soft kiss on Andrew's forehead. “Good night Andrew.” 

Andrew knows its early, that it’s an ungodly hour, but he feels like he’s drowning.

Everything’s too much and he feels disoriented – lost.

He grasps his phone, finger hovering over ‘favourites’ before he presses Steven.

Andrew does not have many numbers in his phone, but Steven’s number is the only one that does not have a last name – he’s got the number memorized by now.

The contacts on his phone are sorted by their relationship to him, with their full name and title included, he ends the contact info of his coworkers with ‘BuzzFeed’.

He has Adam under Adam Bianchi, BuzzFeed and Niki under Niki Ang, BuzzFeed but Steven was simply ‘Steven’ – nothing else. Steven is also the only favourite contact he has asides from his parents, he’s faster to call that way and Andrew doesn’t have to scroll.

“Andrew?”

Steven sounds so far away, and even though Andrew wants to vocalize that it’s him – he can’t speak. All he can do is suck in a sharp breath and nod as if Steven was in front of him.

“Qīnài de. I’m going to come to you, okay?” Steven murmurs softly.

Andrew nods again, letting out another quivering breath, he is thankful that Steven always understands him. Steven whispers sweet nothings and encouragements, he can hear the rustling of a jacket in the background, and Steven hangs up the phone with a promise that he’d be at Andrew’s in half an hour.

Andrew waits in his bed, attempting to even out his breathing before Steven arrives, before long he hears someone unlock his apartment door.

His attention drifts to his bedroom door when he catches a soft knocking, Steven is in the door way. “Oh, Drew… Can I come in?”

Andrew nods, though he thinks it’s a silly question – he wouldn’t have called Steven if he didn’t want Steven in his space. Steven walks up to him and kneels so that they’re staring at each other, eye to eye, and Andrew shivers at the intensity in the other man’s eyes.  

Steven cups Andrew’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Andrew… what did you see? What are you feeling?”

Andrew almost chokes on his own words. “I… I feel… as if… everything’s too much. I don’t know where I start and where the characters, I play begin…”

Sweet innocent Steven doesn’t pull back, when Andrew reveals some of his darkest held secrets like others have, he just stays still kneeling in front of Andrew. He lets Andrew speak until Andrew has had his fill, never interrupting, it’s a refreshing change. Usually Andrew is the one doing the listening and comforting. It also brings Andrew solace knowing that Steven won’t force more details out of him.

Steven never wants anything more then what Andrew is willing to honestly and comfortably divulge.

When he finishes speaking he averts his gaze from Steven, an unspoken question between them that Steven always replies to.

There’s a soft gleam in Steven’s warm chocolate eyes, he stands up. “On your knees Andrew.”

Stevens voice is firm, and he scrambles off the bed to obey Steven’s command. His knees sting from the impact on the hardwood floor, but everything else fades when Steven cards his fingers into Andrew’s hair.

“Good boy, Drew.” Steven’s voice coos.

Andrew preens at the praise, relaxing into Steven’s touch, he lets go.