"You Make Me A Better Man", an Oscar/Andy fanfic

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Hello all Oscar/Andy fangirls (and perhaps fanboys)!

I have a little something that I hope you will enjoy reading. It was a gift for angelascats , who is madly in love with this pairing, and I finally finished it. She reminded me about all of you here at this comm, so I decided to go ahead and post it. Enjoy!

Title: "You Make Me A Better Man"
Author: me 
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Fandom: The Office
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Setting with "Business Trip", Oscar hauls a very drunk Andy back to his hotel room and stuff happens (I'm a terrible summarizer)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own these characters at all. They belong to the creators of The Office and no one else. This is strictly fiction!


An hour later after the infamous call to Angela, Oscar was nearly carrying Andy to his hotel room. Andy must have had more to drink, Oscar thought.

“Angela is probably pissed at me now.” Andy said, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yeah, but that was pretty brave of you to stand up to her. She’s got claws, man.” Oscar told him, adjusting his grip on Andy’s torso. “I hope my egging you on , though, doesn’t screw things up for you two.”

“Bah!” Andy swung his arm, which was supposedly a gesture. Oscar wasn’t exactly sure. “Don’t worry about it. I needed to do that! And who cares if she gets her panties in a twist about it. Its not like she’s shown any care at all for what I do!” He ranted a little too loudly.

“Well said!” Oscar praised him.

They stumbled down one more hallway before they came to Andy’s room.

“I’m sorry about not getting you laid tonight, bro.” Andy muttered.

“Why? It’s not your responsibility. And besides, those guys seemed like major dickheads.” Oscar began to feel around in Andy’s jacket pocket for the room key.

Andy moved a bit so that Oscar had better access. “Yeah, they were! I mean, who would not want to sleep with you? You are one awesome dude!”

Oscar smiled, touched by the compliment. “Thanks, man.” He finally got a hold of the key and opened the door. He dragged Andy to the bed and helped him sit upright on the edge.

“Seriously!” Andy blurted out, as if he had not finished his statement. “I mean it… you are totally handsome…courteous and thoughtful…smart and sexy.”

This made Oscar pause and look down at his drunken co-worker intently. Andy’s eyes met his, though not entirely focused.

“What?” Andy asked with a half smile.

Oscar’s eyebrows furrowed. “You think I’m sexy?” Perhaps, it was just the alcohol talking, he wondered.

“Sure!” Andy replied.

This sudden confession was a bit of a shock to say the least, and Oscar allowed it to linger in his mind for a moment. He never thought there was a shred of possibility that he would come across another gay employee at Dunder Mufflin. Even though, statistically, yes there should be more, but Oscar cared little for most of the people there, so thought it was not worth the effort to keep a look out.

Oscar’s thoughts came to a halt when he felt Andy loosely grab at his waist and press his cheek to his chest.

“Whoa! Andy…what are you doing?” Oscar asked, startled.

Andy snickered a bit. “I get a little clingy when I’m drunk. Sorry…I’ll let go soon.”

Oscar smiled lightly. He found Andy’s child-like quirks to be quite adorable, actually. “That’s okay. Its pretty late, so I should probably get going…” He started to move away, and then Andy’s grip tightened around him.

“Wait! Don’t go yet!” Andy protested. “I forgot to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

Andy looked up at Oscar with a barely readable expression. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

Oscar sighed, cocking his head to the side. “You know what, Andy?” He smiled, bringing his hands up to rest on Andy’s shoulders. “Despite your naïveté and childish ways, you can be very cute.”

A wide grin spread across Andy’s face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Oscar chuckled lightly. “You are the only person I know who can make up a sentence using words from three different languages, and people can still figure out what you’re saying. You astound me.” Andy giggled, which made Oscar laugh heartily and shake his head. Then Oscar carefully brought his hand up to brush a thumb across Andy’s cheek. He stared intently down at him, finding him to be more and more attractive as the seconds pass.

A mental note quickly fell into Oscar’s mind, telling him that it is not wise to get romantically involved with co-workers. Think about what the others at the office would say or do if they were to hear of this! Oh, the humiliation that would come of this! But then, what about Pam and Jim? They’ve survived, why couldn’t he and Andy? Oscar shook his head. But there is another matter to consider as well: Angela. Not to mention, the reality of Andy’s sexuality. Was he really gay? Oscar did not want to be seen as the person who took advantage of his straight co-worker.

As if he could hear the conflict playing out in Oscar’s head, Andy says nonchalantly, “Please…stay with me…”

Oh, God, I’m going to regret this, Oscar thought. Then, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Andy’s.

Oscar, expecting Andy to sober up quickly once he realizes who he’s kissing, was surprised to hear him moan softly. Andy leaned forward into the kiss, running his hands along Oscar’s sides and up to his neck. Figuring such a gesture was a sign to keep going, Oscar tentatively parted his lips and coerced Andy’s mouth open with the tip of his tongue.

Kissing Andy was a lot more enjoyable than Oscar had imagined. Despite Andy’s inebriated state, he was able to match, if not more persistently, Oscar’s kisses. Andy then wrapped his arms tightly around Oscar’s neck, smashing their lips and noses together. This startled Oscar a little, eliciting a muffled moan from him. He could feel a small smile form on Andy’s face and as he was pulled on top of him on the bed.

Oscar couldn’t help but smile into the kiss too. He still couldn’t believe he was making out with Andy Bernard, the man he once thought was a hollow-headed goof and who he would never even considering spending time with. Now look at him! He’s in Andy’s hotel room. Kissing Andy. No, making out with Andy! Probably soon to be engaging in intimate practices with Andy. Where was his pride? Where was his conscience now? He didn’t care. At the moment, Oscar would gladly throw out his severity for good.

Oscar suddenly felt a growing hardness against his thigh, making him break their kissing frenzy. “Andy?” He looked down at Andy, showing him an inquisitive look.

Andy, who was a little more sober now, grinned. “Yeah, Oscar?”

Oscar broke their gaze for a second, thinking about what he was going to ask. “Are you sure about this? I mean…”

Andy pulled a hand around to place a finger on Oscar lips. “Shh. I’m pretty sure. Can’t you tell?” Andy lifted his hips, rubbing his already-full erection against Oscar’s thigh. Oscar gasped.

“Yeah, I guess I can.” Oscar smiled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want you to think I’m making you do something you don’t want to do.” He pressed a thumb sweetly onto Andy’s cheek.

“No…you’d never…I just can’t guarantee that I know what I’m doing…you know…” Andy’s cheeks flushed a little and Oscar could see his innocence returning.

“Its okay…I don’t really expect you to…” Oscar spoke a little quieter, not wanting Andy to hear him. “But, if you really want this…I am more than able to show you a few things.” Oscar, for the first time that evening, smiled a genuine smile, with just a hint of a seductive smirk at the end.

“Good. I do like to learn new things whenever I can.” Andy grinned goofily.

Oscar laughed heartily and then proceeded to devour Andy’s mouth once more.

The next few minutes were spent by simple explorations of each other’s face and torso. Oscar kissed Andy slowly, gently nipping at his bottom lip and the occasional brushing of tongues. Kissing Andy was incredible! So much so that Oscar could nearly care less if they even got to the ultimate sexual act. As long as he could keep kissing Andy, Oscar would be content.

He could feel Andy’s ankles wrap around and begin to rub against his calves. Oscar hummed as he kissed him, then reaching for the hem of Andy’s sweater vest, pulling it up. They broke the kiss for just for a second so that Andy could remove it completely. Once their mouths connected again, Andy took the initiative to tug off Oscar’s jacket, and then came back to work on the buttons of his shirt. Oscar was more than happy to be disrobed by him.

Andy was nearly on the last button of Oscar’s shirt, when he shot his hands up to grasp Oscar’s face, opening his mouth in order to coax his tongue into his mouth. Oscar moaned and obliged. They went on like this for a few moments longer, building a rhythm as their tongues danced together.

Oscar eventually pulled back, panting. “You know, at this rate, we’ll never get to the finish.”

Andy’s lips quirked up into a smile. “Now who’s eager?”

Oscar shook his head and grinned. “Shut up and kiss me!” Their mouths were locked together once more.

Andy’s hands went back to the buttons on Oscar’s shirt. Oscar decided not to even bother with buttons, and yanked off Andy’s shirt and undershirt together. The shirts fell into the pile with the already-discarded clothing. Oscar, without breaking their kissing just yet, moved his hips so they sat directly on top of Andy’s. A low moan echoed from Andy’s mouth, making Oscar lift his head so that he could look at his co-worker.

The cute smile he always had, with just a hint of lust, spread across Andy’s lips. “That felt good.”

“Yeah? Good…” Oscar smiled. He then sat up so that he could remove the rest of the clothing that covered the top half of his body. Andy seemed restless all the while, and reached up to unfasten Oscar’s belt.

“Just giving you a hand…” Andy said when he saw Oscar looking down at him. Once he got past the belt, Andy unbuttoned his pants and then pulled down the zipper. Oscar wanted to do something - kiss or grope Andy - but all he could do at the moment was watch. Andy then dipped his fingers past the elastic band of Oscar’s briefs, feeling around for something like it was a crackerjack box. Unitl he finally found what he was looking for. Andy smiled up at Oscar.

That was enough to snap the muscles in Oscar’s body to start moving again. He leaned down to give Andy a chaste kiss, then began to work at Andy’s pants too. Without much time at all, he was able to remove Andy’s pants and underwear and any other article of clothing that may get in the way. Sitting back on his heels, Oscar took a moment to gaze down at his now naked co-worker underneath him. He was truly mesmerized. Andy was fucking gorgeous!

“You…you really look…amazing, Andy.” Oscar could barely speak from his heavy breathing.

“Really? I always thought I looked a little pudgy in the middle.” Andy poked a finger in his stomach.

“Not at all. I mean, seriously, look at me.” Oscar told him. “If you’re pudgy, then I’m near obese.” That received an grin from Andy.

Oscar then reached down to rub a hand across Andy’s chest, stopping to draws circles around each of his nipples with his thumbs. Andy’s eyes fluttered closed. “Ohhh…”

He leaned forward so that his face was parallel with Andy’s, and asked, “Andy? What do you want? I mean…how far did you want to go…where do you or better yet, where do you want me to go…?”

“Anything…ohhh…I’m just here for the ride, as one could say…” Andy replied through breathy moans.

“Okay.” Oscar fell sideways onto the bed so that he could disrobe completely. When he got back up, a thought hit him. He shot Andy a look that told him to sit tight for a moment, and moved off the bed. “Hmm…” Oscar ventured into the bathroom in search of something to use. He didn’t exactly carry around a bottle of lube in his pocket; he never made plans to have sex in public, nor did he ever want to.

He didn’t have much time to look around, so decided to grab the tiny bottle of lotion in the corner of the sink and ran back to Andy.

“I wondered how long you’d be gone. I was starting to get lonely.” Andy said, wiggling his eyebrows in a playful manner, which made Oscar literally laugh out loud.

“You are unbelievably adorable!” Oscar leaned down to kiss Andy sweetly.

“So, are we going back business, mi amigo?” Andy asked goofily.

“Si, mi amigo…” Oscar’s accent hummed in his words.

Andy’s face lit up like he was a young kid at the zoo. “Wow! I’ve never heard you speak Spanish!”

Oscar chuckled as he lifted Andy’s legs up until his knees bent and his feet were planted on the bed. “You like that?” He gently spread Andy’s legs so that he could crawl between them.

“Hell yeah, I do!” Andy exclaimed, while involuntarily lifting his hips for any contact he could get. “And I want you to sing Enrique Iglesias’ Bailamos.”

Another chuckle escaped Oscar’s lips before shaking his head. “Not a chance.” Andy pouted, but then smiled again.

Oscar unscrewed the cap on the lotion bottle and thoroughly coated the fingers on his right hand. Andy watched his co-worker closely, then cocked his head to the side.

“Aren’t you supposed to put lotion on your dick not your fingers?” Andy inquired innocently. “I mean what are you going to do with those?”

Oscar stared, deadpanned, the reality of Andy’s innocence and inexperience coming back to him. After a moment’s pause, Oscar leaned down and kissed Andy gently.

“You’re absolutely right, Andy.” Oscar smiled, putting weight on the elbow with the coated hand, then helping Andy’s ankles to hook around the small of his back with the other hand. “But I need to do this first so that there won’t be as much discomfort for you. It kind of helps you adjust…plus, it’s a little relaxing for some people.” With that, he snaked his hand around, and began to gently tease Andy’s entrance.

“Ohhhh…yeah, right.” Andy laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, Andy. You can trust me.” Oscar bent his head down to kiss Andy’s chest as he slipped one finger into him. Andy’s breath hitched and his eyes grew wide. “It will feel better very soon…” Oscar reassured him.

“S’fine. Just a little cold…” Andy said.

Oscar smiled into his chest as he moved the finger in and out. “Ready for more?”

With Andy’s permission, he then added a second finger. Oscar lifted his head so that he could see Andy’s face. He could tell from Andy’s furrowed eyebrows that there was a little pain. “You okay, mi amigo?”

“Um, yeah.” Andy’s breathing was a bit faster. Oscar moved and hooked his fingers inside him, until…

“Oh My God!” Andy’s eyes shot open. “What was that? Holy shit that felt amazing!”

Oscar smiled, moving to hit that spot again. Andy began to moan loudly and throw his head back.

Oscar bent his head down once more to suck on one of Andy’s nipples. Andy was buzzing with pleasurable feelings unlike he had never felt before, and it made Oscar incredibly happy that he was the cause.

He added a third finger, though still keeping a rhythm on that particular spot inside of Andy. Andy writhed underneath him for several moments, until finally Oscar removed his fingers. Andy whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Un momento…” Oscar leered seductively at Andy, as he coated his cock with lotion. He then aligned himself, picking up Andy’s hips in the process, and asked, “Are you ready, Andy?” Andy nodded, taking a deep breath as if he was going to take a dive in the deep end of a pool.

Oscar entered him slowly, allowing his friend to adjust to the fullness. Once he was all the way in, Oscar leaned down to kiss Andy sweetly. They lay together like that for a few moments, feeling each other’s chest rise and fall, and the occasional roll of the hips.

Oscar broke the kiss briefly to examine his face, making sure that he wasn’t feeling any discomfort. He found nothing but pleasure. That’s when Andy gasped, “I think I could fall in love with you.”

Oscar’s heart clenched with sudden joy. He could almost feel himself tearing up at the declaration. His only response was an open mouth kiss, before raising himself up onto his elbows and began to thrust in and out. Oscar found that spot inside him quickly, making Andy cry out in ecstacy.

Oscar and Andy’s moans became in synced as they picked up pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel the edge, with all the wonderful noises Andy was making, and start to shudder.

“Oscar…I think…I’m pretty close…” Andy gasped, his eyes shutting tightly.

“Yeah, yeah…me too.” Oscar’s mouth fell open and within a minute he was gone over the edge, with a loud grunt.

He fell gently onto Andy, reveling in his post-orgasmic glow, and wrapped a hand around Andy’s cock, while whispering in his ear. “Come for me, Andy…” Andy’s orgasm was happy to follow the order.

They both rolled onto their sides, cuddling close. Oscar ran a hand soothingly through Andy’s hair, while Andy planted light kisses all over his face.

“Oscar?” Andy asked him.

“Hmm?”

“You know how I said earlier when we were at the bar that Angela makes me a better man?” Andy laid an arm across Oscar’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” Oscar mumbled.

“Well, I was lying. You make me a better man.”