fic: all i want for christmas (cook/skib)
Title: All I Want For Christmas
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Andy/Dave
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened.
Word count: 3,000
Summary: All Dave wants for Christmas is Andy. (Do I need to warn for a hint of kink? Didn't think so!)
Author note: For my beloved machka. Honey, I love you so freaking much, and I am so glad I met you. I promised you this ages ago, so you've probably forgotten about it, but thank you for being patient while I wrote other stuff instead. ♥
(I'm off to Prague for a week tomorrow so t_g'ers, behave and don't give machka any shit, okay? I'm so pleased so much lovely fic has been posted recently - I'm going to fill up my iPod and gorge myself while I'm away.)
The three days David spends apart from Andy over the holidays feels like an age. They've been working non-stop since they finalised the band - and he hasn't stopped since he got through to the top 24 on Idol. Now he has time to relax, and all he can think about is how Andy isn't here with him.
Neal laughs at him, totally unsympathetic, when they speak on Christmas Eve. 'Stop moping and enjoy the rest,' he says, finally. 'You're gonna need it. The schedule for the next couple of months looks like hell.'
Dave doesn't mind the hard work - he wouldn't have got as far as he did if he thought being a musician was easy - but when his mom pats his hand and asks him what he wants for Christmas, he has to bite his tongue to keep from saying 'to be on a deserted island with Andy.' It's not that he isn't loving being with his family, but he just wants to be alone with Andy for once. Still, Neal's right, he shouldn't mope, so he tries to clear his thoughts and have some fun with his family.
His phone buzzes on the dot of midnight and he knows who it is before he answers. 'Andy,' he says, and it's such a relief to hear Andy's voice.
'Hey, how was your day?' Andy asks quietly, and Dave grins and tells him about kicking Andrew's ass on Guitar Hero.
'Look, so, I should go, it's late,' Andy says, and then, 'I just wanted to be the first to wish you a merry Christmas.'
'You too, Andy,' David says, smiling.
'Oh, and I know we said we'd spend the 27th together, just the two of us, but Kyle and Neal have this thing planned, and I said we'd be there,' Andy says, and Dave groans.
'Andy, I was looking forward to it being just us,' he says, hating the whine in is voice.
'I know, I'm sorry - it's this guy they met, I think he's a guitar player; Neal thinks he's rad and they want us to go check him out, and that's the only night he's playing we can all make.'
Dave sighs and says, 'Fine, okay, we'll go. But just for, like, two drinks max, okay? And then we go home, just the two of us.'
'No problem,' Andy says, sounding pleased.
The first thing Dave does when he gets home to the apartment is collapse on the sofa, yawning. He's feeling pretty chilled out after Christmas with his family, and he'd sort of forgotten about that fame thing, but the second he came out of the gate he was blindsided by dozens of flashes as the papparazi swarmed around him. He gets that it's part of the job, but it took him fifteen minutes to escape, and a couple of them had even followed his car a little ways until they realised he wasn't going out to party. Just another reminder that he's not a normal guy, not anymore.
He knows he's the first one back because the lights are still off and the pace is totally silent, so he digs out his phone because Andy's flight was supposed to get in before his. Andy's phone is off, so Dave figures he must have been delayed, and he closes his eyes, sinking into the sofa. There go his plans to seduce Andy the second he got in the door, hopefully inducing him to forget all about that gig Neal wants them to go to.
His phone vibrates in his hand and he flips it open. It's Neal. 'Dave, Andy called; his flight was delayed.'
'Yeah, I guessed,' Dave says.
'Listen, he won't be in until late, why don't you come meet us in town and he can come straight to the bar?'
Dave glances around the empty darkened apartment and says, 'Yeah, sure, I'm on my way. Where are you?' and he's out the door, grabbing his jacket, keys and wallet on the way.
Kyle and Neal have a booth in the back and a few of their friends are squeezed into it. Dave mostly knows them all, so after nodding hello he heads to the bar to order drinks. It's nice - the conversation flows easily and he doesn't have to be on alert all the time, watching what he says in case he spills something dumb that'll turn up in print a few weeks later to haunt him.
He tries to pretend he isn't checking his phone every five minutes, but Neal just grins at him, and Kyle leans in after the eighth time and says, angelic look on his face, 'Phone not working, Dave?' with a glint in his eye.
Dave shoves him with a shoulder, none-to-gently, and checks again, ignore the laughter from Neal.
'Dave, he didn't even get on a flight until like an hour ago,' Neal points out. 'He'll be in the air right now.'
David shrugs, slides his phone into his pocket, and says, 'Anyone for another drink?'
'This guy is really great,' Neal says, apropos of nothing, and Dave frowns at him, confused. 'I just mean, lets not get wasted before we get there for a change,' Neal says, and Dave laughs and orders a coke.
'Fine, whatever,' he says, and engages one of Kyle's cute friends in a conversation about dogs. Turns out she's thinking of getting one too, and she even offers to dog-sit if necessary which is pretty cool of her.
A little later, Neal suggests they make their way to the bar where the gig is, and they gather up their stuff and pile into a couple of cars.
Dave's glad Neal stopped him getting another drink - he's rather fond of his shiny new car and wouldn't want to have to hand the keys over. At the bar, they grab a good table near the front and Neal's phone rings. He picks it up and says hello.
Dave's not really paying attention, instead watching the equipment being set up on the stage, until Neal hangs up and says, 'Hey, Dave, that was Andy.'
'Why'd he call you?' Dave asks, and Neal shrugs.
'Said he couldn't get through to you,' he says and Dave pulls out his cellphone to check - perfect reception.
'Listen, he's in a cab and he has to stop at the apartment to dump his stuff and get changed - apparently some drunk dude spilled a drink on him or something.' Kyle snorts with laughter, and Dave can't stop a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth at the mental image.
'So when's he getting here?' Kyle asks, and before Neal says anything, Dave says, 'I'll go pick him up.' Neal raises an eyebrow.
'It'll be quicker than him tyring to get another cab, at this time,' he says defensively, and then wonders why he feels the need to defend his decision to go pick up his boyfriend.
'We'll be back before the gig starts,' Dave promises, and Neal smirks and says, 'I bet you will.'
When Dave pushes open the door, the first thing he notices this time is a line of... something he can't quite make out, spread along the floor. It looks like Andy's been making a mess, and Dave bends over to pick the first one up, only to straighten back up, baffled, rubbing the petal between his fingers. He looks closer - it's a soft, velvety red rose petal. Andy's really not one for big romantic gestures, but apparently he's decided to make an exception.
Dave can't think why, since they're already late for this extremely important gig and Neal will kill them if they miss it, but he's keen to find out more. He follows the trail - where else - to his bedroom, and pushes the door open carefully.
The room is lit with candles, and in the soft light they cast he can see Andy kneeling on the bed, smiling. Dave's smile back is automatic, since most of his brain is occupied with the fact that Andy is naked except for a giant red bow tied around his chest, and, on closer inspection, some sort of red underwear.
'Um...' Dave says, eloquently.
'Merry Christmas, Dave,' Andy says, and Dave says stupidly, 'But all I got you was a watch.'
Andy breaks into laughter, causing the giant red bow to wobble back and forth, and then when he catches his breath he rolls his eyes at Dave affectionately and says, 'I'm sure it's a nice watch.'
He's watching David closely, eyes dark and intense, and fuck, Dave loves that look. 'Don't you wanna unwrap your present?' Andy asks, coquettishly, and Dave nods, stripping off his clothes briskly as he goes. He crawls onto the bed - more petals scattered on the covers - and reaches for Andy, tugging him into a kiss.
'Missed you,' he says, between kisses, and Andy says, 'Me too.'
David tangles his fingers in Andy's soft hair - he loves the length of it now, the feel of it sliding silkily against his fingers - and finds something unexpected. He sits up to look at it better and turns to Andy, grinning. It's another red bow; this one clipped to his hair, half-hidden.
'I get the message,' he says, and brushes his fingertips across Andy's cheek. 'You look gorgeous,' he adds, leaning in for another kiss. Andy tilts his head up and kisses him back passionately.
'You too,' Andy says against his mouth. His hands are down at his sides, kept in place by the bow, and they shift restlessly against Andy's thigh.
'I might leave the unwrapping for later,' David says, teasing. 'I like you like this. Kind of kinky, Skib.'
Andy laughs, and then moans as David kisses a line down his throat, licking his collarbone. 'Takes one to know one,' he says, and then Dave pushes him backward, settling on top of Andy's body, intent on tasting all his favourite spots.
'Please,' Andy says, 'Oh, fuck, please,' and Dave knows not even Andy knows what he's asking for right now. He mouths his way down Andy's chest, past the ribbon - it's silk, he can tell, this close - and presses kisses against Andy's hipbones, revelling in the way Andy's hips lift and strain towards him when he pulls away.
Then he's face to face with one of his favourite parts of Andy, and now that he's looking, he sees -- 'Are you wearing women's panties, Andy?' he asks, his voice leaping an octave.
He'd been focusing on other things before, but this close he can see Andy's wearing red silk panties, with, what else, red ribbons tying them together on each side of his hips, and most enticing of all, he can see Andy's cock straining against the thin material. Andy's reply is wordless, so Dave just smirks and leans in to mouth Andy's dick through the silk.
Andy makes gratifyingly uncontrolled noises as he does, hips jerking to try and get more pressure, but David keeps his touch light and teasing at first. He draws a finger slowly down Andy's length, and wonders whether he'd have more fun taking the panties off or leaving them on.
He's just getting into it, swapping from mouth to fingers and back again, when Andy finds his voice. 'Dave, wait...' he says, and clears his throat.
'Oh, fuck, no, wait, stop,' he says and Dave does instantly, propping himself up to look Andy in the eye.
Before he can ask what's wrong, Andy grins at him, face a little flushed, and says, 'I don't want to come like that. I want you to fuck me.' It's certainly not something they've never done before, but Andy's never asked for it like that, straight out, kind of dirty.
'Yes, please,' Dave says, and Andy sits up and turns around so he's on his knees.
He hands Dave a condom and says, 'You don't need to, um... you know. I took care of it,' and fuck, that image is so hot Dave almost comes right there - picturing Andy sliding a lubed finger into his own ass, adding another one, knowing he was doing it for David.
'You really are a kinky fucker,' Dave says, putting the condom on and positioning himself behind Andy. He wraps an arm around Andy's chest, laughing when it tangles with the bow, and uses the other to push the panties aside and guide his cock into Andy carefully. Andy's certainly done a thorough job - David's dick slides all the way in in one long stroke, easy as anything, and Andy keens a little when Dave's fully inside him.
Dave uses the arm around Andy's waist to coax him upward and then tug him back down again, and pretty soon Andy's doing almost all of the work, fucking himself on Dave's dick.
David has a sudden flash of memory - being drunk and telling Andy some of his secret fantasies, back when they were only flirting with each other and hadn't gone further than looks and teasing banter. The thought that Andy would remember that, after all this time, makes him feel warm all over.
He's snapping his hips up and down, now, keeping time with Andy, and then he reaches around with his spare hand and grabs Andy's dick, too hard to fit inside the panties any more.
'Come for me, baby,' he whispers, into Andy's ear, and Andy throws his head back, narrowly avoiding hitting Dave in the face, and cries out as he comes, spilling over Dave's hand.
David's close, and Andy's ass clenching around him as Andy comes is enough to push him over the edge - he mouths at Andy's neck blindly to muffle his yells, and only later realises he bit hard enough to mark Andy.
'Wow,' Andy says, after a minute or two, sounding a little shaky, and Dave laughs.
'That's my line.' They separate, wincing a little, and then Dave reaches for Andy, grabbing the ends of the bow.
'How'd you tie this, anyway?' he asks, and Andy says, 'Some things you'll never get to know,' but he's blushing a little. Interesting.
David tugs the ends of the ribbon and the bow unravels. He picks it up and sets it carefully on the nightstand. 'For next time,' he says, and Andy blushes some more.
'Oh, and I almost forgot,' Dave says, reaching for the bows at the sides of the red panties Andy's wearing - totally soaked through with Andy's come. 'This is mine too,' he says, tugging at the ribbons until the material falls away from Andy's skin, and then he picks them up too and puts them next to the bow.
'Oh, and finally,' he says, remembering, and he reaches into Andy's hair and unclips the little bow.
'You know, normally people unwrap their present before using it,' Andy says, and then his eyes widen and he corrects himself -- 'Before enjoying it!'
Dave grins at him. 'I'd say "using" was pretty apt,' he says, tugging Andy over onto his lap, kissing him some more, unable to resist the pouty face Andy's making.
'I was taught to take good care of my presents,' he says, and then he grabs hold of Andy and lifts him off the bed, fighting to pretend it's effortless. 'That includes cleaning them after I'm done playing,' he says, and Andy grins and leans in for a kiss as Dave carries him to the bathroom.
'Sounds good to me,' he says, one arm curled around Dave's shoulders.
When they emerge the next morning, Neal is sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and the morning paper. He grins at Dave. 'Did you have fun?' he asks, and Dave says, 'It was a setup, right? All along. There was never any gig you wanted us to see, Andy's flight wasn't delayed. You must have been delighted when I said I'd go pick him up without you even having to talk me into it.'
'Well, the gig was real, and it was good. But otherwise, yes,' Neal says, looking unbearably smug. 'He needed you out of the way so he could set up, and I was only too happy to help after listening to you whine the whole time you were apart from him.'
David throws a bagel at Neal's head, who catches it and grins at him some more.
'Thanks,' Dave says, and Neal shrugs.
'No big deal,' he says. 'It was a pretty rad set, actually. But I guess you had a better time here,' he says, leering at David.
Andy wanders out, wearing a pair of Dave's boxers and nothing else, and Dave has a flash of him in those red panties.
'Breakfast?' Andy says, rubbing a hand through his messy hair and yawning, and Dave steps up to him, grabs his wrist, and says, 'Later.'
Neal's laughter follows them back to the bedroom, but David doesn't care. 'You're wearing too many clothes,' he says when he gets the door shut.
Andy laughs. 'I'm only wearing underwear,' he protests.
'Exactly,' Dave says, and yanks them off, pushing Andy back against the door and kissing him hard.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Andy/Dave
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened.
Word count: 3,000
Summary: All Dave wants for Christmas is Andy. (Do I need to warn for a hint of kink? Didn't think so!)
Author note: For my beloved machka. Honey, I love you so freaking much, and I am so glad I met you. I promised you this ages ago, so you've probably forgotten about it, but thank you for being patient while I wrote other stuff instead. ♥
(I'm off to Prague for a week tomorrow so t_g'ers, behave and don't give machka any shit, okay? I'm so pleased so much lovely fic has been posted recently - I'm going to fill up my iPod and gorge myself while I'm away.)
The three days David spends apart from Andy over the holidays feels like an age. They've been working non-stop since they finalised the band - and he hasn't stopped since he got through to the top 24 on Idol. Now he has time to relax, and all he can think about is how Andy isn't here with him.
Neal laughs at him, totally unsympathetic, when they speak on Christmas Eve. 'Stop moping and enjoy the rest,' he says, finally. 'You're gonna need it. The schedule for the next couple of months looks like hell.'
Dave doesn't mind the hard work - he wouldn't have got as far as he did if he thought being a musician was easy - but when his mom pats his hand and asks him what he wants for Christmas, he has to bite his tongue to keep from saying 'to be on a deserted island with Andy.' It's not that he isn't loving being with his family, but he just wants to be alone with Andy for once. Still, Neal's right, he shouldn't mope, so he tries to clear his thoughts and have some fun with his family.
His phone buzzes on the dot of midnight and he knows who it is before he answers. 'Andy,' he says, and it's such a relief to hear Andy's voice.
'Hey, how was your day?' Andy asks quietly, and Dave grins and tells him about kicking Andrew's ass on Guitar Hero.
'Look, so, I should go, it's late,' Andy says, and then, 'I just wanted to be the first to wish you a merry Christmas.'
'You too, Andy,' David says, smiling.
'Oh, and I know we said we'd spend the 27th together, just the two of us, but Kyle and Neal have this thing planned, and I said we'd be there,' Andy says, and Dave groans.
'Andy, I was looking forward to it being just us,' he says, hating the whine in is voice.
'I know, I'm sorry - it's this guy they met, I think he's a guitar player; Neal thinks he's rad and they want us to go check him out, and that's the only night he's playing we can all make.'
Dave sighs and says, 'Fine, okay, we'll go. But just for, like, two drinks max, okay? And then we go home, just the two of us.'
'No problem,' Andy says, sounding pleased.
The first thing Dave does when he gets home to the apartment is collapse on the sofa, yawning. He's feeling pretty chilled out after Christmas with his family, and he'd sort of forgotten about that fame thing, but the second he came out of the gate he was blindsided by dozens of flashes as the papparazi swarmed around him. He gets that it's part of the job, but it took him fifteen minutes to escape, and a couple of them had even followed his car a little ways until they realised he wasn't going out to party. Just another reminder that he's not a normal guy, not anymore.
He knows he's the first one back because the lights are still off and the pace is totally silent, so he digs out his phone because Andy's flight was supposed to get in before his. Andy's phone is off, so Dave figures he must have been delayed, and he closes his eyes, sinking into the sofa. There go his plans to seduce Andy the second he got in the door, hopefully inducing him to forget all about that gig Neal wants them to go to.
His phone vibrates in his hand and he flips it open. It's Neal. 'Dave, Andy called; his flight was delayed.'
'Yeah, I guessed,' Dave says.
'Listen, he won't be in until late, why don't you come meet us in town and he can come straight to the bar?'
Dave glances around the empty darkened apartment and says, 'Yeah, sure, I'm on my way. Where are you?' and he's out the door, grabbing his jacket, keys and wallet on the way.
Kyle and Neal have a booth in the back and a few of their friends are squeezed into it. Dave mostly knows them all, so after nodding hello he heads to the bar to order drinks. It's nice - the conversation flows easily and he doesn't have to be on alert all the time, watching what he says in case he spills something dumb that'll turn up in print a few weeks later to haunt him.
He tries to pretend he isn't checking his phone every five minutes, but Neal just grins at him, and Kyle leans in after the eighth time and says, angelic look on his face, 'Phone not working, Dave?' with a glint in his eye.
Dave shoves him with a shoulder, none-to-gently, and checks again, ignore the laughter from Neal.
'Dave, he didn't even get on a flight until like an hour ago,' Neal points out. 'He'll be in the air right now.'
David shrugs, slides his phone into his pocket, and says, 'Anyone for another drink?'
'This guy is really great,' Neal says, apropos of nothing, and Dave frowns at him, confused. 'I just mean, lets not get wasted before we get there for a change,' Neal says, and Dave laughs and orders a coke.
'Fine, whatever,' he says, and engages one of Kyle's cute friends in a conversation about dogs. Turns out she's thinking of getting one too, and she even offers to dog-sit if necessary which is pretty cool of her.
A little later, Neal suggests they make their way to the bar where the gig is, and they gather up their stuff and pile into a couple of cars.
Dave's glad Neal stopped him getting another drink - he's rather fond of his shiny new car and wouldn't want to have to hand the keys over. At the bar, they grab a good table near the front and Neal's phone rings. He picks it up and says hello.
Dave's not really paying attention, instead watching the equipment being set up on the stage, until Neal hangs up and says, 'Hey, Dave, that was Andy.'
'Why'd he call you?' Dave asks, and Neal shrugs.
'Said he couldn't get through to you,' he says and Dave pulls out his cellphone to check - perfect reception.
'Listen, he's in a cab and he has to stop at the apartment to dump his stuff and get changed - apparently some drunk dude spilled a drink on him or something.' Kyle snorts with laughter, and Dave can't stop a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth at the mental image.
'So when's he getting here?' Kyle asks, and before Neal says anything, Dave says, 'I'll go pick him up.' Neal raises an eyebrow.
'It'll be quicker than him tyring to get another cab, at this time,' he says defensively, and then wonders why he feels the need to defend his decision to go pick up his boyfriend.
'We'll be back before the gig starts,' Dave promises, and Neal smirks and says, 'I bet you will.'
When Dave pushes open the door, the first thing he notices this time is a line of... something he can't quite make out, spread along the floor. It looks like Andy's been making a mess, and Dave bends over to pick the first one up, only to straighten back up, baffled, rubbing the petal between his fingers. He looks closer - it's a soft, velvety red rose petal. Andy's really not one for big romantic gestures, but apparently he's decided to make an exception.
Dave can't think why, since they're already late for this extremely important gig and Neal will kill them if they miss it, but he's keen to find out more. He follows the trail - where else - to his bedroom, and pushes the door open carefully.
The room is lit with candles, and in the soft light they cast he can see Andy kneeling on the bed, smiling. Dave's smile back is automatic, since most of his brain is occupied with the fact that Andy is naked except for a giant red bow tied around his chest, and, on closer inspection, some sort of red underwear.
'Um...' Dave says, eloquently.
'Merry Christmas, Dave,' Andy says, and Dave says stupidly, 'But all I got you was a watch.'
Andy breaks into laughter, causing the giant red bow to wobble back and forth, and then when he catches his breath he rolls his eyes at Dave affectionately and says, 'I'm sure it's a nice watch.'
He's watching David closely, eyes dark and intense, and fuck, Dave loves that look. 'Don't you wanna unwrap your present?' Andy asks, coquettishly, and Dave nods, stripping off his clothes briskly as he goes. He crawls onto the bed - more petals scattered on the covers - and reaches for Andy, tugging him into a kiss.
'Missed you,' he says, between kisses, and Andy says, 'Me too.'
David tangles his fingers in Andy's soft hair - he loves the length of it now, the feel of it sliding silkily against his fingers - and finds something unexpected. He sits up to look at it better and turns to Andy, grinning. It's another red bow; this one clipped to his hair, half-hidden.
'I get the message,' he says, and brushes his fingertips across Andy's cheek. 'You look gorgeous,' he adds, leaning in for another kiss. Andy tilts his head up and kisses him back passionately.
'You too,' Andy says against his mouth. His hands are down at his sides, kept in place by the bow, and they shift restlessly against Andy's thigh.
'I might leave the unwrapping for later,' David says, teasing. 'I like you like this. Kind of kinky, Skib.'
Andy laughs, and then moans as David kisses a line down his throat, licking his collarbone. 'Takes one to know one,' he says, and then Dave pushes him backward, settling on top of Andy's body, intent on tasting all his favourite spots.
'Please,' Andy says, 'Oh, fuck, please,' and Dave knows not even Andy knows what he's asking for right now. He mouths his way down Andy's chest, past the ribbon - it's silk, he can tell, this close - and presses kisses against Andy's hipbones, revelling in the way Andy's hips lift and strain towards him when he pulls away.
Then he's face to face with one of his favourite parts of Andy, and now that he's looking, he sees -- 'Are you wearing women's panties, Andy?' he asks, his voice leaping an octave.
He'd been focusing on other things before, but this close he can see Andy's wearing red silk panties, with, what else, red ribbons tying them together on each side of his hips, and most enticing of all, he can see Andy's cock straining against the thin material. Andy's reply is wordless, so Dave just smirks and leans in to mouth Andy's dick through the silk.
Andy makes gratifyingly uncontrolled noises as he does, hips jerking to try and get more pressure, but David keeps his touch light and teasing at first. He draws a finger slowly down Andy's length, and wonders whether he'd have more fun taking the panties off or leaving them on.
He's just getting into it, swapping from mouth to fingers and back again, when Andy finds his voice. 'Dave, wait...' he says, and clears his throat.
'Oh, fuck, no, wait, stop,' he says and Dave does instantly, propping himself up to look Andy in the eye.
Before he can ask what's wrong, Andy grins at him, face a little flushed, and says, 'I don't want to come like that. I want you to fuck me.' It's certainly not something they've never done before, but Andy's never asked for it like that, straight out, kind of dirty.
'Yes, please,' Dave says, and Andy sits up and turns around so he's on his knees.
He hands Dave a condom and says, 'You don't need to, um... you know. I took care of it,' and fuck, that image is so hot Dave almost comes right there - picturing Andy sliding a lubed finger into his own ass, adding another one, knowing he was doing it for David.
'You really are a kinky fucker,' Dave says, putting the condom on and positioning himself behind Andy. He wraps an arm around Andy's chest, laughing when it tangles with the bow, and uses the other to push the panties aside and guide his cock into Andy carefully. Andy's certainly done a thorough job - David's dick slides all the way in in one long stroke, easy as anything, and Andy keens a little when Dave's fully inside him.
Dave uses the arm around Andy's waist to coax him upward and then tug him back down again, and pretty soon Andy's doing almost all of the work, fucking himself on Dave's dick.
David has a sudden flash of memory - being drunk and telling Andy some of his secret fantasies, back when they were only flirting with each other and hadn't gone further than looks and teasing banter. The thought that Andy would remember that, after all this time, makes him feel warm all over.
He's snapping his hips up and down, now, keeping time with Andy, and then he reaches around with his spare hand and grabs Andy's dick, too hard to fit inside the panties any more.
'Come for me, baby,' he whispers, into Andy's ear, and Andy throws his head back, narrowly avoiding hitting Dave in the face, and cries out as he comes, spilling over Dave's hand.
David's close, and Andy's ass clenching around him as Andy comes is enough to push him over the edge - he mouths at Andy's neck blindly to muffle his yells, and only later realises he bit hard enough to mark Andy.
'Wow,' Andy says, after a minute or two, sounding a little shaky, and Dave laughs.
'That's my line.' They separate, wincing a little, and then Dave reaches for Andy, grabbing the ends of the bow.
'How'd you tie this, anyway?' he asks, and Andy says, 'Some things you'll never get to know,' but he's blushing a little. Interesting.
David tugs the ends of the ribbon and the bow unravels. He picks it up and sets it carefully on the nightstand. 'For next time,' he says, and Andy blushes some more.
'Oh, and I almost forgot,' Dave says, reaching for the bows at the sides of the red panties Andy's wearing - totally soaked through with Andy's come. 'This is mine too,' he says, tugging at the ribbons until the material falls away from Andy's skin, and then he picks them up too and puts them next to the bow.
'Oh, and finally,' he says, remembering, and he reaches into Andy's hair and unclips the little bow.
'You know, normally people unwrap their present before using it,' Andy says, and then his eyes widen and he corrects himself -- 'Before enjoying it!'
Dave grins at him. 'I'd say "using" was pretty apt,' he says, tugging Andy over onto his lap, kissing him some more, unable to resist the pouty face Andy's making.
'I was taught to take good care of my presents,' he says, and then he grabs hold of Andy and lifts him off the bed, fighting to pretend it's effortless. 'That includes cleaning them after I'm done playing,' he says, and Andy grins and leans in for a kiss as Dave carries him to the bathroom.
'Sounds good to me,' he says, one arm curled around Dave's shoulders.
When they emerge the next morning, Neal is sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and the morning paper. He grins at Dave. 'Did you have fun?' he asks, and Dave says, 'It was a setup, right? All along. There was never any gig you wanted us to see, Andy's flight wasn't delayed. You must have been delighted when I said I'd go pick him up without you even having to talk me into it.'
'Well, the gig was real, and it was good. But otherwise, yes,' Neal says, looking unbearably smug. 'He needed you out of the way so he could set up, and I was only too happy to help after listening to you whine the whole time you were apart from him.'
David throws a bagel at Neal's head, who catches it and grins at him some more.
'Thanks,' Dave says, and Neal shrugs.
'No big deal,' he says. 'It was a pretty rad set, actually. But I guess you had a better time here,' he says, leering at David.
Andy wanders out, wearing a pair of Dave's boxers and nothing else, and Dave has a flash of him in those red panties.
'Breakfast?' Andy says, rubbing a hand through his messy hair and yawning, and Dave steps up to him, grabs his wrist, and says, 'Later.'
Neal's laughter follows them back to the bedroom, but David doesn't care. 'You're wearing too many clothes,' he says when he gets the door shut.
Andy laughs. 'I'm only wearing underwear,' he protests.
'Exactly,' Dave says, and yanks them off, pushing Andy back against the door and kissing him hard.