WIP Wednesday (9/10) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 373)
NEIL
Because Neil isn't a total moron he knows something's been bothering Jean all day. At first he foolishly assumed it was Andrew that had him in a bad mood. Something he'd said or the fact that he's going to be joining Kevin's team. (Anyone with eyes can see Jean is territorial. Neil thinks bats can detect it too. Jury's out though.) But the longer they sat there the more obvious it became that Jean's issue was with Neil.
Probably he was just filled with residual worry or he was upset Neil ruined that suit. (Jean liked that suit on him, Neil could tell.) But it wasn't like he had much choice when Oliver turned the whole affair into a literal blood bath via human pinata over his head. He'll explain it later all later. Maybe. Eventually. Try to figure out where the suit came from and get a replacement.
No, Neil tells himself. It couldn't have been that. Jean wouldn't break out the silent treatment over ruined clothes. Hm. Well. No matter what was bothering him, it seems he's gotten over it. Neil lets Jean dry his hair, secretly thankful for the gentle touches after being ignored all day.
Jean's hands disappear and Neil opens his eyes to find Jean staring down at him, displeased. It seems Neil must be at least part moron. He's missed something. What did he do?
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WIP Wednesday (5/14) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 252)
ANDREW
"You what?" Based on the squawked question Kevin's expression is likely hilarious, but Andrew can't quite see him. The images from Neil's mind are superimposed over everything else, turning what Andrew knows to be his dorm into a horror movie. A man who must be enormous, seven or eight feet tall, looms over him with something sharp and glinting like metal in one meaty fist.
Andrew blinks hard, holding in a shudder when the man's face contorts into a wicked sneer. He holds up a bloodied hand and gestures for Andrew to come forward with one thick finger. With a violent shake of his head Andrew is finally able to rid himself of the vision and Kevin comes into view. Andrew's never been so glad to lay eyes on him, even if he looks a second away from a panic attack.
"Need you to use words, Andrew. You're freaking me out."
"I'm..." Andrew wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it comes back smeared with red. Normally he wouldn't let it go to waste but he's not sure he wants to crawl down Neil's memory lane again. The very idea has a shiver racing down his spine. He wipes his hand on his jeans. "I'm okay. But I think Neil's spent far too much time in haunted houses."
Kevin's thick brows merge in the middle of his forehead. "What does that even mean?"
"Nothing, nothing. Is he alright?" Andrew can't bring himself to say 'alive'. He can't have killed a man he's vowed to protect. Not so soon anyhow. Kevin spares half a glance at Neil.
"I already checked, he's fine. Just a lightweight, I suppose." There is little humor to Kevin's tone but it is there. Andrew allows himself a hint of a smile.
"Lighter than you? I wasn't sure it was possible."
"Ha ha." Kevin says as he crosses his arms. "What did you see?"
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WIP Wednesday (8/6) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 354)
Suddenly Andrew recalls the millions of hours Kevin spent locked in the bedroom at PSU. He would always take his phone in with him and come out either relieved or devastated, depending on the day. The one time Andrew bothered to ask he said he was talking to some of his old teammates. "The only ones who matter." Those were his exact words. Now this makes an overwhelming amount of sense.
Kevin and Jean and Neil were an item. All three of them.
And this is the part Andrew allows himself to get hung up on, because he cannot handle the first half of what Kevin just said. He refuses to acknowledge it. Perhaps he will later, in the privacy of his hotel room. Thank god he has Betsy Dobson on speed dial. He's sure she'll just love this development.
"Neil said he wasn't involved with anyone," slides out of Andrew's mouth onto the table and Kevin looks surprised.
"You asked if he was?"
Andrew bites his tongue. He can't very well tell this moron he's been wanting to fuck his boyfriend since the first day he walked into this godforsaken place, now can he?
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Since his roommates had gone home for winter break Aaron had the dorm all to himself for the rest of the month. Or the year, he supposed. Technically. If you thought about it. From now until the start of January he was on his own. This also meant he'd be celebrating Christmas alone for the first time in his life, and that was sort of depressing.
He'd considered joining Olivia for the holidays, since she'd all but begged him to tag along, but then she revealed she was taking a two week cruise. Yeah. A cruise. For Christmas. Now, Aaron had never been on a boat in his life but he thought it sounded deeply unpleasant, so he'd declined in the kindest possible way. And instead he bought himself a tiny plastic tree and decorated it with some dollar store baubles, and that was enough for him.
It made a pretty little glow in its corner of the living room and Aaron smiled almost every time he saw it, because it was his and it was lovely and his father couldn't throw this one out into the yard during a drunken rampage. Aaron stared at the lights until it made his eyes hurt, like a real genius, then finally blinked and turned away. He had plans for today.
See, he'd wandered the aisles of the Blockbuster yesterday afternoon and came out with a Christmas classic. This was the only thing on his agenda for today, besides possibly taking a shower later if he felt like it. So he tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and leaned against the counter to wait. It had barely started to pop when came a knock at the door. Aaron jolted a bit at the sound, then scowled at the door. Several times in the last couple weeks there'd been knocks with no people attached to them— meaning someone was likely fucking with him.
Aaron let out a huff, but when he answered the door Collin was on the other side of it with his trademarked grin taking up most of his face. "Hey, Farris."
"Oh." Aaron blinked in surprise and put a matching smile onto his face. "Hey, Collin. Merry almost-Christmas. What's up?"
"Just came by to give you this," Collin answered, holding up a small wrapped box. When Aaron only stared at it, Collin personally lifted Aaron's hand and placed the gift in his palm.
"What is it?"
"Hm. I was thinking of calling it... A present." Collin said with a flourish as he stepped further inside. He pushed the door shut and nudged Aaron over until he was sat on the couch. Collin followed right behind him, nearly on the same cushion. "Open it."
Aaron peeled the wrapping paper back to reveal a small flat box. He glanced at Collin, who was watching intently, and pulled the lid off. Inside, Aaron found a silver necklace with a pendant of the letter C dangling off the chain. He blinked at it and dread made a home in his stomach just as the microwave beeped. His popcorn was ready.
His popcorn was ready, but he had a necklace in his hands.
He looked from the necklace back to Collin, who was still beaming. Aaron offered a nervous smile back and tilted the box so that the jewelry glinted. After a few seconds, Collin took the box from him and pulled out the necklace. His arms looped around Aaron's neck and he clasped the ends before letting it fall. The C hit Aaron's chest just between his collarbones, and Collin eyed it appreciatively.
"It looks good."
"Uh," Aaron licked his lips and took a breath. "Col?"
His gaze remained on the necklace but he hummed a, "Hm?"
"Why'd you get me this?" Aaron asked cautiously. For some reason it was really dawning on him that most of the building was empty. That Cats' Keep was near vacant. That they were really alone.
"Well, you told me when the semester was over we'd be together. And it's Christmas, so it just made sense." Collin slipped his thumb under the chain and the sensation of the cool metal against his skin had Aaron shivering.
"I- I didn't say that."
"Yeah, you did. Remember, when I asked you out in October you said—"
"I said I didn't want to date, Collin. Period. I told you I wanted to focus on school." Aaron reminded him. Collin nodded.
"And school is out now." Collin's hand trailed up the side of Aaron's neck and cupped his jaw, turning Aaron to face him. The action was so overwhelmingly familiar Aaron closed his eyes and almost leaned into it. Then he remembered where he was, who he was with, and jerked away from Collin's hand.
"I just want to be friends, Col." Aaron told him. "Okay? Just... friends, like we were before."
The smile fell away from Collin's face and his gaze hardened. "So you lied."
"I didn't lie! I- I never s-said I wanted anything else. You're just... You're remembering wrong or s-s-something." Aaron stammered. He saw a Christmas tree, a broken window, and a busted lip when he looked into Collin's eyes and it was so unnerving he stood up to get away. Collin grabbed his wrist though, and roughly pulled him back down into his seat.
"I am not 'remembering wrong', Farris. I know what you said. Why are you lying?" Collin demanded. His face was devoid of all emotion and it was such a stark contrast to the fury in his voice Aaron flinched. "It's Alex, isn't it? You're messing with him, cheating on me already?"
Aaron felt like they were having nine different conversations. Alex was one of their backliners. He was plenty nice but had an IQ in the low 30s. Well that was pretty mean, Aaron thought, but he really wasn't very smart and—
"I'm not messing with anybody. And we're not together anyway." Aaron tried to pull his arm away to no success. Collin's nostrils flared with anger and his expression changed to one that was entirely unfriendly.
"I have been waiting since June." Collin said every word slowly, like he really wanted Aaron to understand. "That's six. Months. Aaron."
Aaron couldn't move. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating and he needed to get away, needed to find his siblings and hide and— No. No, no. He's not— That's not...
He swallowed and tried to settle down but his eyes were huge and words still came out in a whisper. "Waiting for what?"
Collin didn't answer. Instead he looked towards the bedroom's open door. "Nichole and Riley went home, didn't they Farris?"
Aaron gave a jerky nod. Riley left yesterday morning and Nichole just an hour ago. "Why?"
He didn't get a reply. Collin just stared at him for a moment. Then suddenly Aaron was being shoved backwards. His head slammed into the armrest hard enough to make him see stars. He flailed and tried to sit back up but Collin stopped him with a hand on his chest and a knee between his legs. Hovering over him, Collin looked him dead in the eye and Aaron stopped breathing.
"Collin. Stop." He said in a small voice. Collin didn't.
Instead he brushed his knuckles against Aaron's cheek and leaned in for a kiss. As their mouths connected Aaron went still, completely and utterly still, and stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling. This couldn't be happening. Why was this happening? Collin's tongue was in his mouth and there were tears in Aaron's eyes but he couldn't move. His body wasn't connected to him anymore, he couldn't feel it anyway. Where were his hands?
Collin quickly grew frustrated with Aaron's refusal to reciprocate he pulled away with a snarl and squeezed his hand around Aaron's neck until he choked. Finally Aaron regained control of his limbs and tried to pry Collin's hand away but he couldn't. He tried to shove him off, but Collin wouldn't budge.
Had Aaron always been this weak? Surely not. Right? He and his father had taken turns beating the shit out of each other since Aaron was Dylan, since Dylan was thirteen. But this was different. So fucking different. And he didn't know what to do, so he gave up.
"Kiss me, Farris," Collin commanded as soon as Aaron let his hands fall to his sides. Since he had little other option, as soon as he could breathe again, Aaron did. Collin hummed happily against his mouth and bit at Aaron's bottom lip like he wanted to tear it off. It hurt.
"Good," Collin said as he pulled away to ruck Aaron's sweatshirt up. He ground himself against Aaron's crotch and let out a sigh. "God, I knew you'd be good."
When Aaron blinked tears slipped out from his eyes and ran down to his ears. Collin either didn't notice or didn't care. He was too busy taking off his coat, then unbuttoning Aaron's jeans. The sound the zipper made in that moment would be imprinted into Aaron's memory for the rest of his life. He opened his mouth to beg but Collin kissed him again, cutting him off.
Aaron's breathing kept catching in his throat and the tears wouldn't stop. The next time Collin pulled away he looked at him and cooed, kissing a path to Aaron's ear. "Hey, shh, it's okay." He whispered softly.
It was not.
It was very much not okay.
"I know. I know you're nervous. I know it's new. But I won't hurt you, I promise." Collin sounded more like himself now, happy and kind. That he could make himself sound so sweet while he doing this made Aaron feel ill.
Still close, Collin petted a hand down Aaron's abdomen then further south to cup his crotch. Aaron whimpered but Collin only took it for encouragement, stroking him gently and sucking a mark into the skin below his ear. Oh god. Aaron was... disconnected again. Surely he wasn't actually hard. He wasn't, it was just—
"Ah." He gasped when Collin gripped him tighter. And his head was suddenly full of static. Like the snow on a TV. Oh, the TV. Aaron glanced towards the entertainment center and sniffled. All he'd wanted to do was watch Rudolph, but now he—
He thought he heard a key in the lock.
Collin must've heard it too because he froze up for a second and cocked his head to the side. A couple seconds later the door opened and in came the sound of footsteps.
"Can you believe I was literally inside the airport when I realized I forgot my mom's present! I swear I think I'm losing my fuckin' mind." Nichole walked right past them into the bedroom, then came back out to do a double take at the situation going down on her couch. Her voice was notably deeper when she said, "Holy shit, what the fuck is this?"
Collin raised his head to look at her. "We're busy, Nikki. Get what you need and go. Your plane's waiting, you know." He was smiling playfully, like he was just a bit annoyed to be walked in on. He didn't look guilty at all. Nichole looked around him to Aaron and he stared at her with huge eyes trying to communicate without words. She seemed to hear him just fine.
"Aaron, are you... Where you wanna be?"
Aaron jerked his head side-to-side, a very clear no. Nichole shrugged off her coat and grabbed the bat she kept by the door. "Are you gonna leave or am I gonna make you?" She asked, offering a choice. In that moment, Aaron hated her for that. He hadn't had a choice. Collin considered it for a few seconds, before realizing Nichole definitely had the upper hand. She had a weapon plus she was bigger than him. He rose to his feet and collected his own coat off the ground.
"See ya next year," he said, smiling at Nichole. Collin left without a fuss, without even looking back in Aaron's direction. Nichole watched him leave then went to lock the door behind him. As soon as he heard the lock twist into place Aaron was finally able to move. He sat up slowly, adjusting his clothes and his breathing hitched as he fixed his pants. He needed to burn these jeans, he thought.
Aaron fumbled with the button and his hand went over his mouth. He was shaking violently. He just might throw up. No, he definitely would. It was only a matter of where—
"Hey," Nichole came around the couch to sit next to him. "Hey, it's alright now. What happened?"
Aaron summoned a somewhat croaky voice and explained all he could. That Collin seemed to think they were dating, that he wouldn't let Aaron say no. That Collin had forced himself all over Aaron. As he spoke, Nichole looked more and more devastated.
"That's not like Collin at all," she said when he finally ran out of words and only hiccups were coming out. He gave her a look and she shook her head. She started to put her arm around him, but he jerked away from the touch. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's— No, I believe you. I do. I just... I've never known him to hurt anybody."
"He's been coming onto me since I got here," Aaron choked out. "At first I thought he was just kind of touchy but he doesn't do that with anyone else. Just me. He's always in my space, Nichole. Haven't you ever noticed?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I guess I have. I just didn't realize it wasn't... mutual. I'm so sorry." She looked like she might try to hug him again, but Aaron braced himself and she didn't. The two of them sat there in silence for several minutes, the weight of what nearly happened in their dorm like a fucking miasma smothering them both.
Aaron at last noticed her suitcase by the door and cleared his throat. "Oh. You better go, you'll miss your flight home."
"No way! I'm not leaving you after—" Nichole gestured in his general direction.
"I'll be alright," Aaron told her with confidence he didn't really have.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I know your mom's been missing you. And your grandad's sick, Nichole. You should go."
She stared at him for a moment before she nodded and went to collect her things. Aaron had been the one who wrapped the gift for her mom, he was better at it Nichole told him. "Lock the door, okay? And I'm gonna call you later to make sure you're good."
Aaron gave her a probably-pathetic smile and she blew him a kiss on her way out. When she was gone, Aaron sprang to his feet and went to the door on shaky legs. He turned the lock on the knob, plus the deadbolt and the chain. Then he dragged Riley's recliner in front of it as a barricade, just in case. Once he was as secure as possible he went to take a very hot shower to melt Collin's hand prints off his body. And he scrubbed his lips raw, too.
When he finally climbed out of the scalding shower Aaron saw the necklace still gleaming against his reddened skin. He reached behind his head to take it off but his hands were shaking so bad he couldn't get it undone. He cried a little during this debacle and finally just yanked it off over his head. He crammed the necklace into its box, then shoved that into the drawer on his desk. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want it in the room. But he wasn't sure what else to do with it.
He thought about flushing it down the toilet.
Instead he redressed in pajamas and a hoodie, then took his ice cold popcorn from the microwave. At last he pushed the tape into VCR, and as the movie started he pretended everything was alright.
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Collin texted him that weekend.
sorry didnt mean it, he said. wat r u doin 2nite
Aaron stared at the messages until he had to blink, but he didn't reply. He dialed Olivia's number for some reason. He supposed he felt the need to tell someone what happened, maybe ask for advice. It rang six times but she didn't answer. Aaron wondered what good a phone was if one didn't answer it. Then he wondered if cell phones even worked on cruise ships.
Maybe he should've gone with her after all. Because he was going stir crazy. Aaron had been holed up in the dorm since Wednesday. Since it happened.
He was afraid to leave. He needed to go grab some groceries. But he wouldn't risk stepping one foot outside, because Collin might hear the door open and come to hurt him again. Aaron found the stack of take out menus Nichole kept on top of the fridge and ordered in from a Chinese place. He ordered enough for half the team and basked in the feast.
When he was full he tucked all the leftovers into the fridge and, in a very rare moment of stupidity, considered calling the old landline to see if anyone would pick up. Aaron hadn't talked to either of his siblings in over a year now. The last he heard of his brother was that Austin had broken into his hospital room in May, tried to claim his personal effects— which meant he'd tried to rob Aaron was he was unconscious and recovering from the bullet that should've killed him.
That rotten little bastard.
Aaron wanted to kick his ass.
Aaron wanted to hug his neck.
He'd never do either again.
Because he was not Dylan Faust anymore. And he couldn't call home anyway, since everyone there thought he was dead.
Before he left for UK he left a note in his family's mailbox. Aaron couldn't quite remember what he'd written now, but it was something to the effect of, "I just bought a gun from a pawn shop and I'm going into the woods with it. If you find me before the bears do, just leave me. They'll give me a proper funeral eventually."
Dramatic perhaps, but necessary. That's what he'd thought anyway, when he did it.
After he pulled that stunt, Ryan called his phone twenty-three times. She left him just as many voicemails, none of which he'd ever opened. Their mother also texted his phone. Told him to just come back home, that they'd work something out. It was sad, he thought, that it took him supposedly killing himself for them to care.
He'd almost died in the park that night. He'd been tied up in the fucking hospital for weeks after and none of them ever bothered to show up, to come see him. He hated them. He hoped they hated themselves for throwing him away. He didn't need them anyhow, did he? His parents were hateful, terrible people. His siblings were...
Aaron blinked away tears and pretended his chest was not aching.
It was good none of them ever supported his exy career. None of them ever 'understood' the game enough to keep up with it. And they never had cable anyway. That meant they'd never see him playing on TV and figure out he was alive and well, just an hour away.
After sitting in the dark for a little while Aaron called Marcus's phone. He'd had the number memorized for three years, and Marcus's parents had left it in service specifically to keep his voicemail message alive. Aaron was infinitely grateful for that. He held his breath as it rang. Once, twice, then...
"Heyyyyyyyy, it's Marcus. Yeah, I know you need to talk to me. BUT I'm busy bitch, so call me back later. Unless you're my little bird, then I'll be calling you baby. Bye!" The message cut off abruptly like it always did, no matter how Aaron wanted him to keep talking. But he just dialed the number again. And again.
He fell asleep with the phone in his hand.
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WIP Wednesday (8/27) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 365)
NEIL
Since Jean is keenly aware of their dress code Neil can only assume Kevin was allowed to pack this change of clothes for him. Instead of a suit and tie, he's been given a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Plus his favorite sneakers. Though it's comfortable, he feels fucking naked to be dressed this way at work. There's nowhere to put his gun, either. Which is just great. He wrangles it into the hoodie pocket.
Neil supposes he should be grateful Kevin thought of socks, since his old ones were unfortunately drenched. What a waste. He doesn't want to think about what it's going to cost to replace that fucking suit. It wasn't one of his nicer ones since he's not an idiot but still—
"Oliver," Neil says as he steps out of the bathroom. He'd intended to thank him again for the ride but he's nowhere to be seen. It's just Jean, Andrew, and Kevin arranged around his regular table. Kevin doesn't look quite as freaked out as he had when Neil first came in. This is good.
"He had to go," Jean says, voice flat. As Neil approaches the table and finds a displeased expression on his face. Andrew must've said something to piss him off. It's one of his favorite things to do here, after all. Neil gets close and suddenly Andrew is turning to look at him. There's the tiniest hint of surprise to his features before he schools them.
"Neil. What are you wearing?"
"Ask them," Neil says as he tentatively slides into Andrew's booth. It's strange. He's never sat on this side, certainly not next to Andrew. But the goalie doesn't protest it.
Kevin shrugs. "I thought you'd want something comfortable."
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WIP Wednesday (7/30) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 353)
ANDREW
Andrew swears he hears broken glass as his mask of indifference cracks down the center, slides off, and tumbles into his lap before he can catch it. Kevin's words ring in his head and he thinks he must've heard wrong somehow. But Kevin's own expression says he didn't. It also says he's just witnessed Andrew's mouth fall open in genuine goddamn shock. No amount of superglue can fix that mask, can undo this moment.
The two of them stare at each other across the table, then Andrew swallows hard. "You what."
Kevin shrugs as if it's nothing. "I was in love with you. A little. Didn't you know?"
How the fuck would Andrew have known that?!
"How the fuck would I have known that?" Andrew demands.
Kevin flinches. "I... I don't know! I just. I assumed you did. I did. I— And that's why I had to leave. Even if you had forgiven me for it. I just. I couldn't. And besides I already had my partners, who I abandoned in hell, by the way. It's not like I could... It was. I've never kissed anyone I didn't love, Andrew. I—"
Andrew raises a hand and Kevin thankfully shuts the fuck up.
"Partners." Andrew says slowly. "Plural."
Kevin makes a face and Andrew knows for certain he is not talking about Riko goddamn Moriyama.
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WIP Wednesday (9/3) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 297)
KEVIN
These have perhaps been the longest three minutes of Kevin's life. Holding hands with Andrew while the vampire kneels on the floor and moans around mouthfuls of Neil's stupid blood is a torture in and of itself. He could be drinking from Kevin right now, if he would grow up and get over his bullshit once-a-week rule. He curses himself for agreeing to such a stupid deal. He wouldn't have, if he'd known this would be his fate. He would've insisted Andrew drink from him whenever he needed it instead of capping his fangs until Saturdays.
Of course, Kevin didn't know back then he'd end up liking it so much. Or that his feelings for Andrew would morph from fear to... This. But still.
The number on the stopwatch ticks upwards bit by bit and Kevin wonders how long Andrew usually drinks from him. When he's got fangs in his skin it simultaneously feels like seconds and eons. Pleasure and fire in his veins and, fuck, why has Andrew never knelt in front of him like this? (Actually it's better he hasn't, Kevin probably would've combusted and burned Andrew up with him.)
Suddenly Andrew's hand spasms in Kevin's. Kevin takes his eyes off the stopwatch and looks at Andrew's face. He can't tell whether that was the signal or not. It wasn't really a squeeze, just a twitch if anything. Kevin uses the back of his hand to brush Andrew's short bangs back.
"Stop." Andrew says into his head. It's a whisper and a shout at once. Kevin flinches so violently he drops the stopwatch and has to fish it up from the floor. Four minutes—
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WIP Wednesday (8/20) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 293)
Just like last time Kevin can't help but feel like a voyeur. He knows he doesn't have to watch, but he can't look away either. Andrew sucks hungrily at Neil's pulse and both of them make soft sounds of pleasure as he removes blood from Neil's veins.
Neil had slumped over about fifteen seconds in, Kevin had clocked the time. He supposes that's how long Andrew's venom takes to kick in. Remarkably fast, like everything else about him.
Their fingers are laced together. Kevin's right hand and Andrew's left. Their dominant hands are busy elsewhere— Kevin's holding the stopwatch and Andrew's propping up his meal. The space between his and Andrew's hands has gone a bit clammy, but Kevin can't say he minds it.
Kevin likes the way they fit together. His hands are much larger than Andrew's; fingers longer, palms a smidgen wider. But Andrew's fingers are thicker, nails painted with chipped black polish. It's funny. Kevin has never once seen Andrew do his nails but they're generally done that way.
"Uhnnn," Neil moans suddenly, his head falling to the side.
