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Merrick fumbled around the bed, pulling on Andys pants. His hands were thinner than they used to be, more gnarled, and a few vains showing, but their vicegrip on the blonde mans clothing was as strong as it ever was. Their mouths were locked together as they rolled somewhat haphazardly on the bed.
Merrick moves his hands and cursed mentally as they shook, preventing him from keeping a good grip on the tiny zipper. They never used to shake, but it seems his age was catching up to him a bit. Andy himself had to move Merricks hands out of the way, and do the process himself.
Merrick snorted a little, angry at his inability to do something that should be so easy, and as soon as Andy had his pants unzipped, pulled them down hard and fast.
Andy, for the record, hadn't had his hand motion deteriorate as quickly as the other mans. But damned if age wasn't catching up in other ways. Just the other day he'd walked into a room and for a moment, wondered what house he was even in.
Luckily, these senior moments happened mostly when he was alone, and hadn't interfeared with their sex life in the least.
Andy kicked off his boxers while Merrick fumbled with his own pants, the older boy wondered if he'd have to get his former redheads pants off as well. Merrick was spared that, and managed to get his pants to slowly unzip, while Andy moved to sucking the other mans (now flappy skinned) neck.
It was far more work than it used to be, and frankly, left them a lot more tired after a lot less. Hell, for the past week they'd woken up and realized they'd never actually finished.
But it was worth it when they finnally got around to it, worth the fumbling and reminder they weren't as young as they used to be, or that it didn't used to be this hard just to have fucking sex.
"DAAAAAD, GRAMPA'S KILLING GRAMPA!" Chom Chom looked up from the doorway, the innocent nine year old eyes defiled forever.
It didn't used to be this fucking hard to get privacy either.