Hurt My Knee

andrew knew he looked scary and dead most of the time, like a mutt that hadn’t slept all night. like he was angry that sound existed.

well. at least jack had helped with that. he was sleeping better. his meds made more sense for his body and mind. and of course, less acute stress in pittsburgh. and somehow less ptsd, too. jack’s basement was the most metal fucking home gym andrew had ever seen. he and his brother had bonded down there, had worked out when they couldn’t sleep. god it felt good.

at the moment, andrew was hauling a man off of earnest. it was his nickname for the resident named dennis whitacker. earnest looked up at him, those big blue eyes shining as he said his thanks, a hand resting at andrew’s elbow. andrew shrugged, still holding the guy down by the back of the neck. lowly, he asked, “what do you want me to do with him?”

earnest’s big eyes looked even bigger. fuck’s sake. could these people fucking blink?

“let’s get his restraints on. he still needs stitches,” dennis finally said.

andrew made it happen, even when the guy got loose and punched him in the face. that made andrew mad. really mad. but he shook it off and went to the break room for five and some ice. he was icing his face, grumpily he knew, when dennis came in with something in his hands.

“here,” earnest said, eye huge and grateful and earnest. “i um. i cleaned them, just now. so. um. they’re bluetooth and noise canceling. you can wear them for the rest of your break if you want.” he lifted them halfway to andrew’s head, big blue eyes waiting for permission.

andrew glowered. nodded curtly once.

dennis gulped and slid forward on one foot and slipped them over andrew’s head deftly. at first it didn’t sound different than any other headphones he’d ever had on. but then earnest flipped a switch on the side. oh. God. andrew felt his eyes roll back slightly at the sensation. he knew he had groaned. heard it in his head.

“these,” andrew said as if drunk, his voice sounding loud yet muffled, “are nice.”

earnest grinned, ducking his head in a nod.

andrew appreciated the man in great detail—for the first time—as dennis managed to turn pointing a thumb over his shoulder into a full body gesture of i gotta get back. nervous and goofy and so… andrew sighed as earnest left. he enjoyed the rest of his break in absolute peace. he was getting some of these for himself. asap.

that night andrew drove to the nearest mall and got the most expensive pair. old habits.

he spent a lot of time with his new black headphones. and they felt so good. and he found himself thinking of dennis more. the next time everyone decides to go to a bar, andrew asked if he could join. apparently they were going to a gay bar. a queer bar, as trinity said.

okay. sure.

trinity and dennis and samira and mel and, surprisingly, langdon, made a pretty good group. but langdon left early because of kids, and mel left because of her sister soon after, and samira winked at a girl and then they were making out in a dark corner of the bar, and it was just trinity and dennis. dennis offered to go get their third round of beers and trinity slapped him on the back. “thanks huck.”

“why do you call him that?” andrew asked as dennis slid out. he could see dennis shaking his head out of the corner of his eye.

“because he is,” trinity said, grinning, “a huckleberry. you know? he’s down to earth, clueless, earnest.” she waved expansively.

he nodded. “in my head i call him earnest,” he admitted.

she barked a laugh. “because he’s got the biggest saddest bluest eyes and he uses them all the time?”

“and because it sounds like a hick’s name.”

trinity grinned. “mr earnest huckleberry. he’ll love this.”

“doctor earnest huckleberry,” andrew refuted. “put some respect on his name.”

that must have surprised trinity because she was belly laughing and slapping the table. he didn’t think he had been all that funny but, this was good, too.

dennis came back with a man in tow, each carrying two beers. dennis slid in beside trinity and andrew was left to sit hip to hip with a guy who… looked fine. he was normal looking.

“who’s this?” trinity asked.

“steph,” the man said, reaching across the table and shaking trinity’s hand. he must have noticed andrew’s typical glower because he eyed andrew out of the corner of his eye as he shook trinity’s hand.

dennis piped up to clear the tension, “steph bought our beers.”

andrew held his hand out, low, for a handshake.

steph took his hand. andrew did not squeeze his hand too hard. but he did deeply want to put hand sanitizer on now.

“so,” trinity said, “huck use his big sad eyes on you?”

steph laughed. he was probably 35. he was balding a little. and he needed a haircut. so dennis liked them older? or was this about the money?

dennis pouted. “i did not.”

andrew piped up. “yes you did.”

“what? were you watching?”

“no. i just know your face.”

trinity grinned like a wolf, leaning over the table to look at dennis more directly. “yeah. he does. he has a nickname for you, too, apparently.”

dennis gaped.

steph’s eyebrows were raised.

andrew frowned. was dennis really into this guy? he could wingman a little, he supposed. he turned to steph slightly. “look at him,” he commanded.

steph did.

andrew continued. “look. his eyes are a great color, man.”

steph nodded.

trinity joined in. “yeah, your next nickname should be baby blues.”

dennis was blushing, looking between the three of them. he squeaked out a, “what do you call me? andrew?”

andrew glanced at steph, then back at dennis. “i call you earnest. because your eyes are always doing that,” he gestured to dennis’s face with his beer.

“doing what?”

andrew gestured again. “looking like you want to know my middle name, too, every time you ask a question.”

that made trinity and steph laugh and dennis blush even harder. dennis protested.

“no, you do,” andrew argued.

“is it that obvious?” dennis mumbled.

trinity laughed, elbowing him. “it’s that obvious.”

“what’s obvious?” steph said, wiping his eyes.

dennis put his head on the table and trinity was laughing again.

andrew cocked his head. he was missing something. steph was clueless because, well, he was a stranger. but this… obvious. that dennis was earnest? or… ????

steph’s confused look stopped. he looked at trinity, then at andrew, expectantly. “you gay?” steph asked. it was a warm question, but also a challenge. why?

andrew shrugged. “never really thought about it.” but with the change in meds… well. his sex drive had… well. it had kind of returned. “i’m gonna get some air.” he clinked his beer against steph’s beer. “enjoy his baby blues.”

steph gave him a weird look but andrew shrugged it off. swigging down the remaining two thirds of his beer and tossing it in a bin. he was out the door. it opened but it didn’t shut. when he turned, there was earnest, looking up at him as he let the door shut softly behind him.

dennis swallowed. “what did you mean?”

“about what?” andrew’s breathing already was regulating with the quiet of the night.

dennis hesitated. “about being. um. you said you’d never really thought about it.”

andrew looked at the flamboyant neon signs in the windows, advertising it as a place for queer people. well. what was queer? he shrugged. “i don’t know. i… i really never had the chance to think about it.” he couldn’t look at dennis. he had been thinking about dennis. had been… had been stroking himself one night while jack was at work. had pictured those baby blues…

dennis sighed, kicked at an imaginary rock. “were you, um, trying to wingman for me? back there?”

“yeah.”

“why?”

andrew shrugged. “thought you liked him.”

“he’s not really my type.” and the way those big blue eyes were looking at him, approaching him.

andrew felt that his air supply was low. he had a strange thought. like, if he had been an astro sight. in space ship. he would go check that out before it got concerning. because his chest was constricting in this weird way as dennis stepped closer. like how. like. dennis was looking up at him. andrew had the dual urge to fist his dick into dennis’s mouth. and also to tilt his head back and kiss him. and also to run. a triple urge. uh. andrew knew he was looking at dennis’s mouth. he blinked hard. “i… feel like i… need to put my…” dennis’s lips had parted just a touch. “uh. headphones…” andrew looked to dennis’s eyes. so openly needy.

andrew shook himself. stood up straighter. cracked his neck.

dennis stepped back, flushing. apologizing.

but andrew was already backing dennis up, hands on his slender waist, his leg slotting between dennis’s legs, his arms caging the neon lights around dennis’s head.

dennis was breathing hard, his hands fluttering for purchase around andrew’s hips. and as dennis’s hands settled against andrew’s sides, andrew felt flush with it all. that grip was so grounding, and so heightening.

andrew leaned down, nosed at dennis’s cheek, teasing.

dennis panted against his mouth. andrew could feel the vibration of the music in the glass under his forearms, could feel dennis grinding down on his leg, just a little tremor of need against his thigh. but then dennis’s hands were cupping the meat of andrew’s thigh near his hip, and dennis was pushing himself higher, humping andrew’s thigh and seeking andrew’s mouth again. needy needy puppy.

andrew grinned, pulled back. his body was lighting up like a christmas tree, the present whining underneath him. he could feel his dick hardening, could feel his abs straining for want. earnest was just a needy little puppy. of course. “we should go back to mine,” andrew murmured. “come on.”

they took an uber on andrew’s dime. he figured he wasn’t paying rent, so. why not? andrew kept dennis tucked into his side the whole ride home. dennis tried to be good, but at some point he pushed his noise into andrew’s shoulder. it lit andrew up again. the soft little breathing sounds through the shirt, the feel of the warm air on the sensitive skin near his armpit.

dennis laughed when he got into andrew and jack’s home and saw the kind of sweet dadchelor pad they had. sports and military paraphernalia on the walls. pictures of jack with his late wife, with robby, with his friends. andrew sighed. “he’s been encouraging me to decorate.” andrew pointed to a framed painting of a gorgeous beach in the entryway. “he hasn’t asked since i picked this out and ruined his mojo.”

dennis laughed, backed andrew back up against a wall. “you’d look good on the beach.” dennis kissed him against the edge of the painting till andrew was painfully hard in his jeans. dennis didn’t let up, just slipped a hand into andrew’s pants.

andrew threw his head back and hit the frame. he had to fling an arm out to catch the painting from hitting the floor.

“easy, baby,” dennis purred. “you just bought that.”

andrew nodded dumbly as dennis stroked him. andrew managed to say, “yeah. let’s move it to my room.” dennis raised a brow as andrew lifted the painting and simultaneously grabbed dennis’s wrist to keep the man’s hand on his dick. “both.” he groaned pathetically. “please.”

dennis tugged andrew by his cock into the living room, down the hallway to the bedroom at the end of the very end of the hall. andrew felt like he could come in a matter of strokes at every stroke. dennis had completely switched. in charge. like at the hospital. andrew wanted this. he also wanted dennis to be a needy little rutting puppy on his thigh. what? this was all too new for his brain. he dumped the painting near the wall and kicked the door shut.

dennis sunk to his knees, opened his mouth. the sticky warmth of a tongue pretty pink tongue in the near dark. oh fuck. dennis took him all the way down, making hot constricted choking noises.

andrew cursed as he felt dennis’s throat convulse on the head of his dick. he was whimpering and groaning and trying not to fuck dennis’s face against the floor or against a wall or fuck fuck FUCKING FUCK. andrew cried out, cumming hard and feeling dennis’s throat swallow him down and oh god his legs were giving out.

andrew slipped out of dennis’s mouth and into dennis’s arms, sort of. dennis prevented andrew’s head from smacking the floor. that was nice. andrew blinked up at dennis, who was grinning wickedly down at him. andrew reached up, cupped dennis’s face. he had to blink a few times to focus on those big, devilish eyes. “what,” andrew mumbled, “did you just do to me?”

“it’s called a blowjob,” dennis quipped.

andrew smiled slowly. “so. the earnest thing is an act, huh? you never joke this much at work.”

“yeah if i let my true self out at work i’m HR’s worst nightmare.” dennis grinned down at him. “look whose being earnest, now.”

andrew felt a blush rising. he felt so dopey. like he’d hit a sweet mellow joint on the beach after surfing all day. like he’d just nearly fainted from his first real blow job. he was incapable of snarking back at this point. “that was really good,” he said.

dennis laughed. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

dennis leaned down, huffing laughter into andrew’s mouth. he smelled like beer and cum. that made andrew’s brain lock in. he wanted to taste cum. their cum couldn’t taste that different? he pushed up into dennis’s mouth, kissing and licking and biting until he was sprawled on top of dennis, his hand snaking down into dennis’s pants, enjoying the salty sour taste of beer and cum and a wet eager mouth moaning underneath him.

pope got his hand down there and found… um. not a dick. he pulled dennis’s pants down. “man. where is it?”

dennis blushed. “honestly, i thought you had noticed by now.”

andrew pressed his fingers to it. to the enormous clit poking out from his bush.

dennis hissed and tried to close his legs. but then he was panting, trying to get more friction. he was wet.

well. andrew knew how cunt worked. well. ?? did he? “um, is there anything i should know? like… for sex?”

dennis was panting. “yeah, just, uh. i can still can pregnant. so we should use a condom because of that, too.”

“are you clean?”

“yes.”

andrew ran two fingers through the slick and then rubbed his knuckles over the clit till it was slotted neatly between his two curled fingers.

dennis was whining. “will you? uh.” he was panting. “do you like giving head?”

andrew raised a brow. he had never liked the smell of pussy much. “you want me to suck your clit?”

“yes please!”

andrew nodded, pulled dennis pants all the way off and, without asking, picked dennis up and dumped him on the bed before pulling his legs to the edge of the bed and sinking his mouth down. dennis was musky, but without having to be in the pussy itself it was actually pretty alright. andrew imagined if dennis was fresh out of a shower it could even be great. he liked sucking on the overgrown clit, the way it stiffened and twitched when he ran his tongue over the head of it. he could feel the flare of a cock head under his tongue. wow. and craig had said you could always tell when someone was trans. yeah right.

dennis’s legs tightened around his head.

andrew realized he himself was hard again. wow. new meds were cool.

dennis mumbled, “finger. please,” as he bucked into andrew’s mouth.

the wet tight heat of dennis’s cunt around his middle finger did crazy things to his dick. dennis groaned. andrew sucked harder, pulsed his finger faster, was rewarded with socked feet pressing to the back of his shoulders, urging for more. he pulled back and slipped another finger in.

“fuck! i need you. andrew! andrew please fuck!”

andrew took a last lick before pulling back. “condom?”

“dresser.”

they both stripped completely and dennis took andrew by the shoulders as he lined up with dennis’s core. dennis threw his head back as andrew pushed inside.

they were both babbling curses as andrew finally slid home.

dennis’s nails sunk in on andrew’s first thrust.

oh! that felt– “do that,” andrew gasped as he thrust again, and felt dennis’s nails again, “your nails.”

dennis pulled back, apology in his stiffness.

andrew shuddered at the loss. “no. no i like. i…” he had to catch his breath. the nails had felt so good. “the scratching is great.”

“oh,” and dennis’s hands were back on him, carding lovingly through his curls as andrew began again. as soon as he was thrusting again, dennis’s nails were digging in, pulling andrew down so they were sweaty chest to sweaty chest.

andrew groaned. the sweat of their bodies and the closeness and the crushing pull of dennis’s arms and the vice of his man pussy. fuck. andrew worked his arms under dennis’s shoulders and held him as dennis clawed at his back like a wild thing. god it felt good. andrew was sure he was going to cry from how good it felt. dennis’s cunt was opening for him like a flower. wider and wetter and deeper. he cursed into dennis’s neck, pausing, certain he was going to cum again if he didn’t stop.

“don’t stop,” dennis pleaded, his insides fluttering and jerking around andrew in desperation. “andrew.”

“i– baby. you feel so good. i-” he took a steadying breath- “i’m gonna blow too early if…” he couldn’t finish his thought because dennis was levering them over so dennis was on top.

dennis looked down at him, gyrating just right. fuck! dennis moaned and said, “you’re so perfect. god. i’m gonna get you a cock ring so i can make you suffer all night.” he punctuated that with a tight roll.

andrew had to bite his wrist to stop from yelling. dennis kept saying filthy things. all the nastiest things he had planned. how he was going to give andrew head on his lunch break. how he was going to work andrew open and fuck him with a strap till andrew’s legs didn’t work. how he was going to use andrew’s cock for his own pleasure whenever he felt like it. none of it was helping andrew. his balls were so full, drawing up and relaxing with every roll of dennis’s hips.

dennis started bouncing, going faster. “i should make you cum and keep riding you till you cry,” dennis taunted. “would you like that?”

andrew nodded frantically. yes. he did want that.

dennis moved faster, putting his hands in andrew’s pecs and squeezing for leverage as he fucked himself back on andrew. faster and faster.

andrew’s hands flew down to dennis’s waist. he heard dennis say, “help yourself, baby.” and andrew was bucking up into dennis, making dennis groan and praise him. “that’s it! fuck, andrew!”

andrew came. hard. again. he was glad he was laying down. especially when dennis didn’t stop, just kept rolling his hips and bouncing.

andrew braced himself, fisting the sheets with the need to pull out. he realized he was crying as dennis leaned forward and licked the tears off his face. “stop! stop.”

dennis did, pussy pulsing on his limp cock.

“thank you,” andrew gasped through his tears. he pulled dennis to his chest. “thank you.”

dennis kissed him, slow and hot as he lifted his hips off.

andrew gasped at the cold air. oh. god he wanted to be back inside!

“i know, baby,” dennis cooed, settling next to andrew.

had andrew said? said? something out loud? he must have because dennis was stroking his face lovingly and telling him they would do it again in the morning. neither of them had work.

“jack will be home,” andrew said sluggishly.

dennis hummed. “you think we can keep it in our pants?”