all my bases are belong to you: strike out to third base again - Jesse/Andrew - NC17
Title: all my bases are belong to you: strike out to third base again
Author: jeyhawk
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Beta: inbetweencabs! <333
Word Count: 4,195
Warning(s): Explicit.
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. If you found this by googling yourself I would advise you to just not do that in the future. (BTW Andrew, your eyebrows are perfect. Go away now.)
Summary: College AU. Jesse and Andrew are roommates and best friends and sometimes (when Jesse's had more than three beers) they are more.
Notes: The third part of all my bases are belong to you. A little more talking, a little more back story and a lot more sex. (Same as last part, I know, but it's true.)
second base | third base | NEW: strike out to third base again
Andrew's day starts bad: he wakes up alone in Jesse's bed to a note that says "I'm at the library but last night was amazing and stuff." It gets progressively worse from there. The living room is a mess - well, not that much of a mess; Jesse probably picked up a little before he left - and someone's passed out on the couch.
There are empty bottles in bags all over the kitchen and someone ate all of Andrew's toast. The only person who's allowed to eat Andrew's bread is Jesse (he can eat all of Andrew's bread) but Jesse would never take the last piece so Andrew knows someone else is to blame. So before Andrew can even have breakfast, he has to deal with the trash and run down to the corner shop and his life officially sucks.
After breakfast, he tries to read for a while but his eyes keep crossing and his heart jumps into his throat every time someone makes a noise, but it's never Jesse coming back from the library because apparently he's intent on making Andrew suffer.
Then Andrew has to go to class and he's late and his head aches and his professor keeps asking him stupid questions that Andrew knows the answers to but he just doesn't want to. After class, he runs into the other Justin who is apparently having some moving related emergency and he somehow ends up spending most of the afternoon carrying boxes for other Justin's maybe-girlfriend. It can be argued that Andrew has to work on his no-saying skills.
He finally drags himself back to the apartment after eight to find Jesse and Emma watching some stupid movie on the couch and looking two-bottles-of-beer cuddly. Jesse blushes when he sees Andrew and makes some lame excuse, disappearing to his room and Andrew's left with his headache and Emma's vague pity.
"I hate today," Andrew moans, hiding his face into the couch cushions that are still warm from Jesse's skin.
"He'll come around," Emma says, patting Andrew's ankles.
Andrew closes his eyes and thinks about falling asleep tangled in Jesse and how it was the best thing ever.
--
Before he goes to bed Andrew knocks on Jesse's door, but Jesse doesn't open and Andrew goes to bed with his heart flopping around his feet. It doesn't help that things are back to "normal" the next day, the kind of normal where they hang out and laugh and have fun but don't talk about the elephant in the room, because Andrew can't forget what it felt like to kiss Jesse until he fell asleep and he wants to have that more than anything in the world. (Yes, more than world peace, even if that makes him a horrible person.)
--
Andrew's cousin is getting married and apparently, it's absolutely vital that he attend. (To the point where his mom says there won't be a wedding without him - which he doubts - but he does love Alison and maybe it's worth two transatlantic flights in four days to see her get hitched.) Justin, being… well Justin, decides to throw him a farewell party.
It's been two weeks since the party in their living room, which means it's been two weeks since Andrew got to snuggle Jesse properly (and sexually) so he doesn't even try to protest. He just vetoes the idea of having the party at their place because he doesn't want to step over passed-out drunk people to get to the airport in time.
In the end, they head to their neighborhood bar which is a rundown kind of dingy place with worn vinyl boots and a jukebox that plays all the worst hits of the nineties. Andrew, Justin, Jesse, Emma, other Justin, Joe, Carey and a bunch of other friends and acquaintances all pile around one of the larger tables. It's nice, relaxed; they drink cheap beer out of huge glasses and eat the greasy fried bar food, just generally having a good time.
Andrew sits next to Jesse, their knees pressed together under the table and after his third beer, Jesse snuggles himself in under Andrew's arm and stays there, warm and pliant against his side. Justin buys another round, beers magically appearing in front of everyone and he sings along to the best of the 90s like he was born to do it.
Jesse doesn't touch his new beer - his fourth - but he stays against Andrew's side, painting nonsense squiggles with a fingertip against Andrew's thigh that Andrew is pretty sure spells BONER in big bold letters. Emma starts making noises about heading to a club and she soon has most of the table itching to go. Jesse doesn't say anything but he picks up his last beer, drinking half of it in one go before putting it down against the table top with a muted thump.
"You coming, Andrew?" Emma asks, pulling a cardigan over her top and shaking out her hair.
Andrew glances down at Jesse and shakes his head. "Early flight tomorrow," he says. "And my mom would have my head if I missed it."
"Yeah, right," Justin says, laughing so hard he almost topples off the chair. "I'm thinking you're more interested in getting head right now."
"Oh, hush," Carey says, flicking his ear. "We're supposed to pretend we don't know anything, remember?"
"Know anything about what?" Joe asks.
Andrew blushes but he tightens his fingers around Jesse's shoulder, keeping him close. Not that Jesse seems particularly interested in going somewhere, one hand warm against Andrew's thigh and the other stealing leftover fries from Andrew's plate.
"So are you coming, Jesse?" Joe asks because obviously, the fact that Jesse is halfway on Andrew's lap doesn't clue him in on anything.
Jesse looks up and hums low in his throat. "No," he says. "I'm going to finish my fourth beer and then I'm going to take Andrew home and give him a farewell blowjob."
Joe pauses with his beer halfway to his mouth, staring at Jesse's completely blank face. Andrew blushes so hard his face might spontaneously catch fire, and he sees Emma and Justin trying to hide their laughter into Emma's bag.
"Is that… are you…" Joe frowns, looking from Andrew's impressive blush to Jesse's deadpan and back. "Huh?"
Jesse shrugs. "I'm four-beer-queer for Andrew," he says easily, squeezing Andrew's thigh. "It's a thing."
Joe frowns, looking at Andrew again. "And what about you?"
"Me?" Andrew asks, making his lips pull into a smile. "I'm pretty much gay all the time."
Everyone cracks up at that, including Jesse who buries his laughter into Andrew's shoulder and Andrew finds that it’s a little easier to breathe. He reminds himself forcefully, that even if Jesse only wants him when he's drunk, he's still Jesse best friend and no one can make Jesse laugh like Andrew does.
--
It's odd for about five seconds when they get back to their empty apartment. Then Jesse pushes Andrew up against the front door and kisses him hard and it's not odd at all.
They end up in Andrew's bed this time, with Andrew on his back and Jesse braced above him. Andrew curls his hands around Jesse's hips and Jesse sucks hickeys into his neck and everything is perfect.
"I never imagined you'd be like this in bed," Andrew says when Jesse sits back on his haunches to pull his t-shirt off, dropping it carelessly on the floor beside the bed.
Jesse pauses, tilting his head to the side. "What did you think I'd be like?"
"I don't know," Andrew mutters, embarrassed all of a sudden. "Shy, maybe?"
He rubs his thumbs against the soft skin just above Jesse's waistband, watching his stomach flutter and contract.
"But it's you," Jesse says, as if that explains anything.
--
"I'm probably not good at this," Jesse says, with his elbows braced on Andrew's stomach and Andrew's cock painting lines against his chest.
Andrew chuckles weakly with the sheer incredulity of that statement. "Uhm…" he slides a hand through Jesse's curls, making them stand out oddly on one side, "I'm about to come from the mere thought of your mouth on my dick so…"
Jesse smiles, pressing a kiss against Andrew's quivering stomach then he's moving downward, kissing Andrew's hip and his thigh until he's kneeling between Andrew's legs with his mouth poised above the flushed head of Andrew's cock.
Andrew fists his hands into the sheets, bracing himself for the first touch of Jesse's lips. Jesse smiles up at him, eyes so dark they're almost black, before dipping his tongue out to lick delicately over the head.
"Holy shit," Andrew groans, trying to keep his hips from slamming up against Jesse's face.
Jesse chuckles and wraps one long-fingered hand around the base before bending forward again, letting the head slip into his mouth. It's almost too much - Jesse’s gorgeous mouth stretched around his cock, the look of utter concentration on his face, the feel of his clever tongue flicking across the head.
"Jesus," Andrew moans, twisting his back against the mattress and bunching the sheets into his hands. "Jesse, you're…"
It's not the most skilful blowjob Andrew has ever received - it's sloppy and uncoordinated with the occasional scrape of teeth, but it's definitely the most enthusiastic and so damn good Andrew's toes starts curling before he's even halfway to the finish line. Jesse keeps making these noises around his cock, breathless needy little gasps through his nose that reverberates along Andrew's nerve endings and sets his blood on fire.
He doesn't even realize he has squeezed his eyes shut until he pries them open, lifting his head to just look. Jesse’s got his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as he bobs his head slowly as if he's trying to savor the experience and making a helpless noise every time his reddened mouth meets his fist. Pleasure coils, white-hot and razor-sharp, at the base of Andrew's spine and a string of nonsense curses escape him, his hips arching off the bed.
Jesse opens his eyes and the moment their gazes lock, Andrew's gone, coming so hard it feels as if his bones will shatter. Jesse makes a startled noise, pulling off, and Andrew manages to work an apology into his embarrassingly loud moans. He forces his eyes open again to find Jesse blinking owlishly at him with come smeared across his lips and cheek.
"I'm so sorry," Andrew mumbles, groping around the nightstand with a heavy hand. "Come here."
Jesse obediently crawls on top of him, letting Andrew wipe the come off his face with a tissue. He looks a bit green and Andrew holds a clean napkin to his lips.
"Spit," he says.
Jesse does, blushing to the tips of his ears, and Andrew curls his free hand around Jesse's neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
"I should have warned you," he murmurs. "I'm so sorry."
"'S okay," Jesse whispers, licking at the corner of Andrew's mouth. "But… uhm… I think you're kind of an acquired taste."
Andrew laughs and kisses him again, properly this time, licking his taste from Jesse's tongue. Andrew's limbs are heavy with lethargy, nerve endings still buzzing from his orgasm, but he gently pushes Jesse over on his back and lifts his head to look down at him.
"What do you want?" he murmurs, bending down to press a kiss to the corner of Jesse's reddened mouth. "Anything… you can have anything."
Jesse turns his head against the pillows to kiss him properly and Andrew trails a hand down his chest, flicking his thumb over a pebbled nipple. Jesse shudders into his skin, helpless noise gasped in between their mouths, and Andrew's heart swells about ten sizes.
"Do you want my mouth, baby?" Andrew asks, low and filthy. "Do you want me to suck you?"
Jesse makes another helpless noise, twisting against the sheets, and he grabs the hand Andrew has on his chest, pulling it up to his face.
"I want…" He licks at the tips of Andrew's fingers, panting into his palm. "I want you to…"
Jesse squeezes his eyes shut, flushing pink down to his belly button, and Andrew forgets how to breathe for a second. He pulls his hand from Jesse's gentle grip, trailing it over his stomach and in between his legs. Jesse spreads them willingly, flushing even harder.
"Oh," Andrew breathes and his spent cock twitches hopelessly. "Do you want my fingers? Is that it?"
"Yeah," Jesse moans, opening his eyes to look straight at Andrew. "God, your hands… I can't stop… thinking about them."
Andrew rubs his fingertips against the coarse denim of Jesse's jeans, making him groan and arch up, hips pushing against nothing.
"Okay… yeah," he whispers, pressing his lips to Jesse's in a sloppy kiss. "Get naked and I'll get the… uhm… lube."
Jesse's hands are scrabbling at his fly before Andrew's even rolled over and when Andrew's done rummaging through the nightstand, he's fully naked and spread out over the bed.
"Fuck," Andrew mumbles, biting down on his lower lip.
Jesse looks debauched, lips swollen and red, chest flushed and cock leaking against his stomach. He's so fucking beautiful, Andrew's heart trips all over itself. Jesse rolls his head against the pillows, smiling, and Andrew can't even begin to formulate how much he wants him.
Jesse with his silly curls and nervous tics, Jesse with his infectious smile and deadpan humor, Jesse spread out and naked on his bed, Jesse laughing at him in the morning - Jesse, just Jesse, all the damn time.
"Come on," Jesse grumbles, reaching out to pull Andrew closer. "You can stare later."
Andrew laughs, helpless and infatuated, then shifts to lie next to Jesse, pressing his mouth against his cheek.
"I like looking at you," he says.
"It's only one of the many reasons I worry about your brain," Jesse retorts.
"Liar," Andrew murmurs, trailing his fingers down Jesse's chest. "You love my brain."
"Yeah," Jesse mumbles, breath hitching when Andrew runs his fingers through his pubes. "I really, really do."
Andrew takes his time, pouring lube all over his fingers and watching it trickle and smear over Jesse's thighs before he slides his fingers down below Jesse's tight balls, rubbing them slowly over his opening. He realizes his fingers are trembling and he watches Jesse's face for any sign of discomfort. Jesse’s got his eyes closed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and his lower lip is stuck between his teeth.
"Is this… have you ever done this before?" Andrew asks, voice choked.
"Only…" Jesse's breath hitches when Andrew presses hard, testing the resistance with one teasing fingertip. "Only to myself."
Andrew groans weakly, pressing his lips against Jesse's cheek, his ear, his gorgeous ridiculous mouth. Jesse shifts, opening his legs wider, and moans softly into Andrew's mouth.
"Come on," he whispers.
Andrew chuckles and slowly pushes one finger into Jesse, pausing at the first knuckle then at the second, watching the way Jesse's stomach flutters. He starts out slow, not to tease but to let Jesse get used to the sensation of having someone else touching him like this. A blush stains Jesse's cheeks and he still has his eyes closed, but there's the curl of a smile on his lips and he keeps shifting into Andrew's touch.
"You okay?" Andrew murmurs, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach.
"Feels good," Jesse slurs, turning his face into Andrew's. "You feel good."
Andrew kisses him, pulling his finger out to push back with two, even slower this time, giving Jesse time to adjust.
"Not gonna break," Jesse mumbles. "Just… mmm…"
Jesse's hot and silky-soft on the inside, clinging to Andrew's fingers, breathy moans escaping from his lips every time Andrew pushes his fingers in past the second knuckle. His hands are fluttering against the sheets, clutching at the soft cotton and he rocks back into the gentle thrusts, stomach clenching and unclenching with the sinuous slither of his hips.
Andrew thinks about Jesse doing this to himself, thinks about Jesse twisted up on the bed, fingers buried inside of himself and one hand on his cock. It makes his mouth water. He presses a kiss against Jesse's shoulder, deliberately crooking his fingers against Jesse's prostate and Jesse arches up with a garbled desperate moan.
"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, Andrew… there. Please, there."
"Yeah, I got you," Andrew mumbles. "I got you, Jess."
He kisses Jesse's sweaty temple, looking down towards where his fingers are moving between Jesse's spread legs, faster now in time with the rapid thump of his pulse.
"Can you… do you want three?" he asks.
"Oh… yeah." Jesse pants harshly, twisting his head against the pillows. "Please."
Andrew pulls his fingers out slowly, breath hitching when they catch at the rim. Jesse lets out a small protest, reaching down to curl his hand around Andrew's forearm.
"Don't…"
"I'm just gonna add more lube," Andrew says hoarsely, fingers fumbling as he pours lube all over his hand.
Jesse makes a noise when Andrew's wrist rubs over his cock, hips twitching.
"Fuck, I'm so close," he croaks, shamelessly rubbing up against Andrew's arm.
"I'll get you there," Andrew promises, stupid with emotion.
Andrew drops the bottle on the sheets and slides his fingers, three now, right back inside. He doesn't hesitate, thrusting sure and hard, brushing his fingertips on that spot over and over again. Jesse makes an unholy amount of noise, babbling nonsense in between his high pitched moans. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaking freely and he works himself back on Andrew's fingers with his lower lip caught between his teeth.
"Can you come like this?" Andrew asks, pressing kisses all over his face. "Just from my fingers?"
Jesse pants harshly, breath hot against Andrew's skin. "Yeah," he gasps. "Oh… just… yeah."
He's pulling at the sheets now, making them bunch under Andrew's hip and he whimpers with every breath, twisting back and forth; it's the hottest fucking thing Andrew ever saw.
"Oh," Jesse breathes. "Oh… I'm… Andrew… please… Andrew…"
Andrew bends down, clamping his lips around one of Jesse's stiff nipples and just like that Jesse's coming, body bearing down on Andrew's fingers while his cock jerks, striping his stomach with thick white lines. Jesse lifts a fumbling hand to jerk himself through the aftershocks and Andrew moans weakly into his skin, keeping his fingers buried deep inside.
He pulls his fingers out when Jesse relaxes back against the mattress, wiping them furtively against the sheets. His whole hand is still sticky with lube and the sheets are in dire need of a wash, but he doesn't want to move. He's hard again, his cock brushing against Jesse's hip when Jesse rolls over on his side, slinging one leg over Andrew's waist.
They kiss, slow and thorough, tongues twining delicately between their mouths. Jesse buries one hand in Andrew's hair and slips the other one down to circle his cock.
"You don't have to," Andrew whispers, even though he can't help thrusting into Jesse's hand.
"Want to," Jesse answers, using his leg to pull Andrew even closer. "I really, really want to."
Andrew pants into Jesse's mouth, hips twitching into his tight grip, and it's amazing, everything Andrew dreamed they could be, and more.
"Is this good?" Jesse asks, flicking his wrist. "Do you like it like this?"
"Yeah," Andrew groans. "It's… yeah."
Jesse pulls back slightly to watch Andrew's face, eyes flickering down every so often to where his hand is wrapped around Andrew's dick.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, cheeks flushing as if he's embarrassed to admit it.
Andrew flushes too, gasping when Jesse tightens his fingers. He feels beautiful, even though he's flushed and sticky and sweaty; he feels beautiful because Jesse is watching him as if he's precious - special - with big and unguarded eyes.
Jesse leans closer, kissing him again, and Andrew makes noises into his mouth, burying his fingers into Jesse's sweaty curls. Pleasure coils in his gut, a slow delicious burn that spreads through his limbs, making him moan against Jesse's face.
"Yeah," Jesse murmurs nonsensically. "Yeah, babe. That's… come on."
"I…" Andrew comes before he can finish the sentence, even if it's short, spilling sticky and fast over Jesse's fingers. He groans deep in his throat, shuddering with the force of it, intense even though he already came once tonight.
Jesse kisses him through it, keeping his hand curled around Andrew's dick even when it starts to soften, slippery and wilting against his palm.
I love you, Andrew thinks. He almost says it - because he's said it before, because he will say it again - but at the last instant, he clamps his mouth shut. He thinks this is one of those instances when it will mean more after sex and he doesn't want to ruin this.
They fall asleep tangled and sticky, glued together with sweat and come, breathing into each other's mouths. Andrew has never slept this close to someone before, not even Dan whom he dated for six months and thought that maybe he was in love with. He thinks it means something.
He thinks it means everything.
--
Andrew wakes Jesse up before he leaves, shaking his shoulder lightly until Jesse's eyes blink open. Red rimmed and unfocused they are still the prettiest thing Andrew ever saw.
"You shouldn't sleep with your contacts in," Andrew mumbles, smoothing his thumb along Jesse's cheekbone.
Jesse blinks again, lips curling into a half smile. "I was kind of distracted," he says, voice rough with lack of use.
Andrew smiles, keeping his hand curled around the side of Jesse's face. He wants to move in and kiss him, morning breath be damned, but he doesn't, keeping a foot of distance between their faces.
When Andrew was twelve, his family spent a summer in New Jersey and he got to be friends with the most remarkable curly haired boy. They didn't keep in touch when Andrew's family moved back to England, but eight years later that boy walked into Andrew's apartment on the heels of his mother and wormed his way right back into Andrew's heart and Andrew's not planning on ever letting him go again.
"I have to go," Andrew says, heart stuttering against his ribcage. "But before I leave I want to… I have this thing I want to say."
Jesse nods, a sharp jerk of his neck and he sucks his lower lip in between his teeth.
Four beer queer, Andrew thinks, but the beers wore off by now but Jesse's still here, still in Andrew's bed, still staring into Andrew's eyes with apprehension as if he thinks that Andrew's going to break his heart.
"Jess…" He starts, trails off, worries at his lips and stares into Jesse's impossible eyes. He knows what he wants to say but not how to say it for Jesse's to really get it. He takes a deep breath and decides to go for broke. "Jesse, I'm in love with you. Ridiculously, hopelessly, helplessly in love with you but I… I don't think I can do this anymore. I can't be your drunk experiment… or whatever it is I am to you right now… because I'm… I'm seriously contemplating ways to make you an alcoholic just so I can kiss you all the time and that's… that's not healthy."
Jesse's expression is impressively passive, eyes wide and mouth reddened by his teeth. He doesn't say anything.
"And I'm not saying… I'll always be your best friend, Jess. I always want to be your best friend and I don't want you to feel bad if you don't want more than that because… because you shouldn't. But I… I don't think I can handle having this and not having this because I love you and I don't… I don't want to grow resentful or get angry with you for not… not feeling the same way. So I'm going to leave now and when I get back I'll still be your best friend and I'll always be there for you and… if you want… if you want more I want us to be completely sober the next time."
Jesse blinks, licking his lips. "Andrew…" he starts, but Andrew cuts him off with a sharp shake of the head.
"I really have to go now," he says. "Just think about it, okay? And don't worry about it. That's an order."
Jesse lips curl into a smile and he crinkles his nose. "Yeah," he says. "I don't think I'm going to follow that order."
Andrew smiles too and his heart feels a little lighter. "Of course not," he says, flicking Jesse's nose. "Just remember to eat and sleep and drink plenty of water too."
Andrew inches back, easing himself off the bed. It physically hurts to break eye contact, but if he doesn't he'll want to stay in this moment forever.
"Text me when you get there," Jesse says. "And I do mean when you get there, I don't care what time it is."
"I will," Andrew promises, lifting his hand in a vague wave. "See you."
"See you," Jesse echoes, but Andrew can tell he's already retreating into his head.
--
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Author: jeyhawk
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Beta: inbetweencabs! <333
Word Count: 4,195
Warning(s): Explicit.
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. If you found this by googling yourself I would advise you to just not do that in the future. (BTW Andrew, your eyebrows are perfect. Go away now.)
Summary: College AU. Jesse and Andrew are roommates and best friends and sometimes (when Jesse's had more than three beers) they are more.
Notes: The third part of all my bases are belong to you. A little more talking, a little more back story and a lot more sex. (Same as last part, I know, but it's true.)
second base | third base | NEW: strike out to third base again
Andrew's day starts bad: he wakes up alone in Jesse's bed to a note that says "I'm at the library but last night was amazing and stuff." It gets progressively worse from there. The living room is a mess - well, not that much of a mess; Jesse probably picked up a little before he left - and someone's passed out on the couch.
There are empty bottles in bags all over the kitchen and someone ate all of Andrew's toast. The only person who's allowed to eat Andrew's bread is Jesse (he can eat all of Andrew's bread) but Jesse would never take the last piece so Andrew knows someone else is to blame. So before Andrew can even have breakfast, he has to deal with the trash and run down to the corner shop and his life officially sucks.
After breakfast, he tries to read for a while but his eyes keep crossing and his heart jumps into his throat every time someone makes a noise, but it's never Jesse coming back from the library because apparently he's intent on making Andrew suffer.
Then Andrew has to go to class and he's late and his head aches and his professor keeps asking him stupid questions that Andrew knows the answers to but he just doesn't want to. After class, he runs into the other Justin who is apparently having some moving related emergency and he somehow ends up spending most of the afternoon carrying boxes for other Justin's maybe-girlfriend. It can be argued that Andrew has to work on his no-saying skills.
He finally drags himself back to the apartment after eight to find Jesse and Emma watching some stupid movie on the couch and looking two-bottles-of-beer cuddly. Jesse blushes when he sees Andrew and makes some lame excuse, disappearing to his room and Andrew's left with his headache and Emma's vague pity.
"I hate today," Andrew moans, hiding his face into the couch cushions that are still warm from Jesse's skin.
"He'll come around," Emma says, patting Andrew's ankles.
Andrew closes his eyes and thinks about falling asleep tangled in Jesse and how it was the best thing ever.
--
Before he goes to bed Andrew knocks on Jesse's door, but Jesse doesn't open and Andrew goes to bed with his heart flopping around his feet. It doesn't help that things are back to "normal" the next day, the kind of normal where they hang out and laugh and have fun but don't talk about the elephant in the room, because Andrew can't forget what it felt like to kiss Jesse until he fell asleep and he wants to have that more than anything in the world. (Yes, more than world peace, even if that makes him a horrible person.)
--
Andrew's cousin is getting married and apparently, it's absolutely vital that he attend. (To the point where his mom says there won't be a wedding without him - which he doubts - but he does love Alison and maybe it's worth two transatlantic flights in four days to see her get hitched.) Justin, being… well Justin, decides to throw him a farewell party.
It's been two weeks since the party in their living room, which means it's been two weeks since Andrew got to snuggle Jesse properly (and sexually) so he doesn't even try to protest. He just vetoes the idea of having the party at their place because he doesn't want to step over passed-out drunk people to get to the airport in time.
In the end, they head to their neighborhood bar which is a rundown kind of dingy place with worn vinyl boots and a jukebox that plays all the worst hits of the nineties. Andrew, Justin, Jesse, Emma, other Justin, Joe, Carey and a bunch of other friends and acquaintances all pile around one of the larger tables. It's nice, relaxed; they drink cheap beer out of huge glasses and eat the greasy fried bar food, just generally having a good time.
Andrew sits next to Jesse, their knees pressed together under the table and after his third beer, Jesse snuggles himself in under Andrew's arm and stays there, warm and pliant against his side. Justin buys another round, beers magically appearing in front of everyone and he sings along to the best of the 90s like he was born to do it.
Jesse doesn't touch his new beer - his fourth - but he stays against Andrew's side, painting nonsense squiggles with a fingertip against Andrew's thigh that Andrew is pretty sure spells BONER in big bold letters. Emma starts making noises about heading to a club and she soon has most of the table itching to go. Jesse doesn't say anything but he picks up his last beer, drinking half of it in one go before putting it down against the table top with a muted thump.
"You coming, Andrew?" Emma asks, pulling a cardigan over her top and shaking out her hair.
Andrew glances down at Jesse and shakes his head. "Early flight tomorrow," he says. "And my mom would have my head if I missed it."
"Yeah, right," Justin says, laughing so hard he almost topples off the chair. "I'm thinking you're more interested in getting head right now."
"Oh, hush," Carey says, flicking his ear. "We're supposed to pretend we don't know anything, remember?"
"Know anything about what?" Joe asks.
Andrew blushes but he tightens his fingers around Jesse's shoulder, keeping him close. Not that Jesse seems particularly interested in going somewhere, one hand warm against Andrew's thigh and the other stealing leftover fries from Andrew's plate.
"So are you coming, Jesse?" Joe asks because obviously, the fact that Jesse is halfway on Andrew's lap doesn't clue him in on anything.
Jesse looks up and hums low in his throat. "No," he says. "I'm going to finish my fourth beer and then I'm going to take Andrew home and give him a farewell blowjob."
Joe pauses with his beer halfway to his mouth, staring at Jesse's completely blank face. Andrew blushes so hard his face might spontaneously catch fire, and he sees Emma and Justin trying to hide their laughter into Emma's bag.
"Is that… are you…" Joe frowns, looking from Andrew's impressive blush to Jesse's deadpan and back. "Huh?"
Jesse shrugs. "I'm four-beer-queer for Andrew," he says easily, squeezing Andrew's thigh. "It's a thing."
Joe frowns, looking at Andrew again. "And what about you?"
"Me?" Andrew asks, making his lips pull into a smile. "I'm pretty much gay all the time."
Everyone cracks up at that, including Jesse who buries his laughter into Andrew's shoulder and Andrew finds that it’s a little easier to breathe. He reminds himself forcefully, that even if Jesse only wants him when he's drunk, he's still Jesse best friend and no one can make Jesse laugh like Andrew does.
--
It's odd for about five seconds when they get back to their empty apartment. Then Jesse pushes Andrew up against the front door and kisses him hard and it's not odd at all.
They end up in Andrew's bed this time, with Andrew on his back and Jesse braced above him. Andrew curls his hands around Jesse's hips and Jesse sucks hickeys into his neck and everything is perfect.
"I never imagined you'd be like this in bed," Andrew says when Jesse sits back on his haunches to pull his t-shirt off, dropping it carelessly on the floor beside the bed.
Jesse pauses, tilting his head to the side. "What did you think I'd be like?"
"I don't know," Andrew mutters, embarrassed all of a sudden. "Shy, maybe?"
He rubs his thumbs against the soft skin just above Jesse's waistband, watching his stomach flutter and contract.
"But it's you," Jesse says, as if that explains anything.
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"I'm probably not good at this," Jesse says, with his elbows braced on Andrew's stomach and Andrew's cock painting lines against his chest.
Andrew chuckles weakly with the sheer incredulity of that statement. "Uhm…" he slides a hand through Jesse's curls, making them stand out oddly on one side, "I'm about to come from the mere thought of your mouth on my dick so…"
Jesse smiles, pressing a kiss against Andrew's quivering stomach then he's moving downward, kissing Andrew's hip and his thigh until he's kneeling between Andrew's legs with his mouth poised above the flushed head of Andrew's cock.
Andrew fists his hands into the sheets, bracing himself for the first touch of Jesse's lips. Jesse smiles up at him, eyes so dark they're almost black, before dipping his tongue out to lick delicately over the head.
"Holy shit," Andrew groans, trying to keep his hips from slamming up against Jesse's face.
Jesse chuckles and wraps one long-fingered hand around the base before bending forward again, letting the head slip into his mouth. It's almost too much - Jesse’s gorgeous mouth stretched around his cock, the look of utter concentration on his face, the feel of his clever tongue flicking across the head.
"Jesus," Andrew moans, twisting his back against the mattress and bunching the sheets into his hands. "Jesse, you're…"
It's not the most skilful blowjob Andrew has ever received - it's sloppy and uncoordinated with the occasional scrape of teeth, but it's definitely the most enthusiastic and so damn good Andrew's toes starts curling before he's even halfway to the finish line. Jesse keeps making these noises around his cock, breathless needy little gasps through his nose that reverberates along Andrew's nerve endings and sets his blood on fire.
He doesn't even realize he has squeezed his eyes shut until he pries them open, lifting his head to just look. Jesse’s got his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as he bobs his head slowly as if he's trying to savor the experience and making a helpless noise every time his reddened mouth meets his fist. Pleasure coils, white-hot and razor-sharp, at the base of Andrew's spine and a string of nonsense curses escape him, his hips arching off the bed.
Jesse opens his eyes and the moment their gazes lock, Andrew's gone, coming so hard it feels as if his bones will shatter. Jesse makes a startled noise, pulling off, and Andrew manages to work an apology into his embarrassingly loud moans. He forces his eyes open again to find Jesse blinking owlishly at him with come smeared across his lips and cheek.
"I'm so sorry," Andrew mumbles, groping around the nightstand with a heavy hand. "Come here."
Jesse obediently crawls on top of him, letting Andrew wipe the come off his face with a tissue. He looks a bit green and Andrew holds a clean napkin to his lips.
"Spit," he says.
Jesse does, blushing to the tips of his ears, and Andrew curls his free hand around Jesse's neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
"I should have warned you," he murmurs. "I'm so sorry."
"'S okay," Jesse whispers, licking at the corner of Andrew's mouth. "But… uhm… I think you're kind of an acquired taste."
Andrew laughs and kisses him again, properly this time, licking his taste from Jesse's tongue. Andrew's limbs are heavy with lethargy, nerve endings still buzzing from his orgasm, but he gently pushes Jesse over on his back and lifts his head to look down at him.
"What do you want?" he murmurs, bending down to press a kiss to the corner of Jesse's reddened mouth. "Anything… you can have anything."
Jesse turns his head against the pillows to kiss him properly and Andrew trails a hand down his chest, flicking his thumb over a pebbled nipple. Jesse shudders into his skin, helpless noise gasped in between their mouths, and Andrew's heart swells about ten sizes.
"Do you want my mouth, baby?" Andrew asks, low and filthy. "Do you want me to suck you?"
Jesse makes another helpless noise, twisting against the sheets, and he grabs the hand Andrew has on his chest, pulling it up to his face.
"I want…" He licks at the tips of Andrew's fingers, panting into his palm. "I want you to…"
Jesse squeezes his eyes shut, flushing pink down to his belly button, and Andrew forgets how to breathe for a second. He pulls his hand from Jesse's gentle grip, trailing it over his stomach and in between his legs. Jesse spreads them willingly, flushing even harder.
"Oh," Andrew breathes and his spent cock twitches hopelessly. "Do you want my fingers? Is that it?"
"Yeah," Jesse moans, opening his eyes to look straight at Andrew. "God, your hands… I can't stop… thinking about them."
Andrew rubs his fingertips against the coarse denim of Jesse's jeans, making him groan and arch up, hips pushing against nothing.
"Okay… yeah," he whispers, pressing his lips to Jesse's in a sloppy kiss. "Get naked and I'll get the… uhm… lube."
Jesse's hands are scrabbling at his fly before Andrew's even rolled over and when Andrew's done rummaging through the nightstand, he's fully naked and spread out over the bed.
"Fuck," Andrew mumbles, biting down on his lower lip.
Jesse looks debauched, lips swollen and red, chest flushed and cock leaking against his stomach. He's so fucking beautiful, Andrew's heart trips all over itself. Jesse rolls his head against the pillows, smiling, and Andrew can't even begin to formulate how much he wants him.
Jesse with his silly curls and nervous tics, Jesse with his infectious smile and deadpan humor, Jesse spread out and naked on his bed, Jesse laughing at him in the morning - Jesse, just Jesse, all the damn time.
"Come on," Jesse grumbles, reaching out to pull Andrew closer. "You can stare later."
Andrew laughs, helpless and infatuated, then shifts to lie next to Jesse, pressing his mouth against his cheek.
"I like looking at you," he says.
"It's only one of the many reasons I worry about your brain," Jesse retorts.
"Liar," Andrew murmurs, trailing his fingers down Jesse's chest. "You love my brain."
"Yeah," Jesse mumbles, breath hitching when Andrew runs his fingers through his pubes. "I really, really do."
Andrew takes his time, pouring lube all over his fingers and watching it trickle and smear over Jesse's thighs before he slides his fingers down below Jesse's tight balls, rubbing them slowly over his opening. He realizes his fingers are trembling and he watches Jesse's face for any sign of discomfort. Jesse’s got his eyes closed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and his lower lip is stuck between his teeth.
"Is this… have you ever done this before?" Andrew asks, voice choked.
"Only…" Jesse's breath hitches when Andrew presses hard, testing the resistance with one teasing fingertip. "Only to myself."
Andrew groans weakly, pressing his lips against Jesse's cheek, his ear, his gorgeous ridiculous mouth. Jesse shifts, opening his legs wider, and moans softly into Andrew's mouth.
"Come on," he whispers.
Andrew chuckles and slowly pushes one finger into Jesse, pausing at the first knuckle then at the second, watching the way Jesse's stomach flutters. He starts out slow, not to tease but to let Jesse get used to the sensation of having someone else touching him like this. A blush stains Jesse's cheeks and he still has his eyes closed, but there's the curl of a smile on his lips and he keeps shifting into Andrew's touch.
"You okay?" Andrew murmurs, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach.
"Feels good," Jesse slurs, turning his face into Andrew's. "You feel good."
Andrew kisses him, pulling his finger out to push back with two, even slower this time, giving Jesse time to adjust.
"Not gonna break," Jesse mumbles. "Just… mmm…"
Jesse's hot and silky-soft on the inside, clinging to Andrew's fingers, breathy moans escaping from his lips every time Andrew pushes his fingers in past the second knuckle. His hands are fluttering against the sheets, clutching at the soft cotton and he rocks back into the gentle thrusts, stomach clenching and unclenching with the sinuous slither of his hips.
Andrew thinks about Jesse doing this to himself, thinks about Jesse twisted up on the bed, fingers buried inside of himself and one hand on his cock. It makes his mouth water. He presses a kiss against Jesse's shoulder, deliberately crooking his fingers against Jesse's prostate and Jesse arches up with a garbled desperate moan.
"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, Andrew… there. Please, there."
"Yeah, I got you," Andrew mumbles. "I got you, Jess."
He kisses Jesse's sweaty temple, looking down towards where his fingers are moving between Jesse's spread legs, faster now in time with the rapid thump of his pulse.
"Can you… do you want three?" he asks.
"Oh… yeah." Jesse pants harshly, twisting his head against the pillows. "Please."
Andrew pulls his fingers out slowly, breath hitching when they catch at the rim. Jesse lets out a small protest, reaching down to curl his hand around Andrew's forearm.
"Don't…"
"I'm just gonna add more lube," Andrew says hoarsely, fingers fumbling as he pours lube all over his hand.
Jesse makes a noise when Andrew's wrist rubs over his cock, hips twitching.
"Fuck, I'm so close," he croaks, shamelessly rubbing up against Andrew's arm.
"I'll get you there," Andrew promises, stupid with emotion.
Andrew drops the bottle on the sheets and slides his fingers, three now, right back inside. He doesn't hesitate, thrusting sure and hard, brushing his fingertips on that spot over and over again. Jesse makes an unholy amount of noise, babbling nonsense in between his high pitched moans. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaking freely and he works himself back on Andrew's fingers with his lower lip caught between his teeth.
"Can you come like this?" Andrew asks, pressing kisses all over his face. "Just from my fingers?"
Jesse pants harshly, breath hot against Andrew's skin. "Yeah," he gasps. "Oh… just… yeah."
He's pulling at the sheets now, making them bunch under Andrew's hip and he whimpers with every breath, twisting back and forth; it's the hottest fucking thing Andrew ever saw.
"Oh," Jesse breathes. "Oh… I'm… Andrew… please… Andrew…"
Andrew bends down, clamping his lips around one of Jesse's stiff nipples and just like that Jesse's coming, body bearing down on Andrew's fingers while his cock jerks, striping his stomach with thick white lines. Jesse lifts a fumbling hand to jerk himself through the aftershocks and Andrew moans weakly into his skin, keeping his fingers buried deep inside.
He pulls his fingers out when Jesse relaxes back against the mattress, wiping them furtively against the sheets. His whole hand is still sticky with lube and the sheets are in dire need of a wash, but he doesn't want to move. He's hard again, his cock brushing against Jesse's hip when Jesse rolls over on his side, slinging one leg over Andrew's waist.
They kiss, slow and thorough, tongues twining delicately between their mouths. Jesse buries one hand in Andrew's hair and slips the other one down to circle his cock.
"You don't have to," Andrew whispers, even though he can't help thrusting into Jesse's hand.
"Want to," Jesse answers, using his leg to pull Andrew even closer. "I really, really want to."
Andrew pants into Jesse's mouth, hips twitching into his tight grip, and it's amazing, everything Andrew dreamed they could be, and more.
"Is this good?" Jesse asks, flicking his wrist. "Do you like it like this?"
"Yeah," Andrew groans. "It's… yeah."
Jesse pulls back slightly to watch Andrew's face, eyes flickering down every so often to where his hand is wrapped around Andrew's dick.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, cheeks flushing as if he's embarrassed to admit it.
Andrew flushes too, gasping when Jesse tightens his fingers. He feels beautiful, even though he's flushed and sticky and sweaty; he feels beautiful because Jesse is watching him as if he's precious - special - with big and unguarded eyes.
Jesse leans closer, kissing him again, and Andrew makes noises into his mouth, burying his fingers into Jesse's sweaty curls. Pleasure coils in his gut, a slow delicious burn that spreads through his limbs, making him moan against Jesse's face.
"Yeah," Jesse murmurs nonsensically. "Yeah, babe. That's… come on."
"I…" Andrew comes before he can finish the sentence, even if it's short, spilling sticky and fast over Jesse's fingers. He groans deep in his throat, shuddering with the force of it, intense even though he already came once tonight.
Jesse kisses him through it, keeping his hand curled around Andrew's dick even when it starts to soften, slippery and wilting against his palm.
I love you, Andrew thinks. He almost says it - because he's said it before, because he will say it again - but at the last instant, he clamps his mouth shut. He thinks this is one of those instances when it will mean more after sex and he doesn't want to ruin this.
They fall asleep tangled and sticky, glued together with sweat and come, breathing into each other's mouths. Andrew has never slept this close to someone before, not even Dan whom he dated for six months and thought that maybe he was in love with. He thinks it means something.
He thinks it means everything.
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Andrew wakes Jesse up before he leaves, shaking his shoulder lightly until Jesse's eyes blink open. Red rimmed and unfocused they are still the prettiest thing Andrew ever saw.
"You shouldn't sleep with your contacts in," Andrew mumbles, smoothing his thumb along Jesse's cheekbone.
Jesse blinks again, lips curling into a half smile. "I was kind of distracted," he says, voice rough with lack of use.
Andrew smiles, keeping his hand curled around the side of Jesse's face. He wants to move in and kiss him, morning breath be damned, but he doesn't, keeping a foot of distance between their faces.
When Andrew was twelve, his family spent a summer in New Jersey and he got to be friends with the most remarkable curly haired boy. They didn't keep in touch when Andrew's family moved back to England, but eight years later that boy walked into Andrew's apartment on the heels of his mother and wormed his way right back into Andrew's heart and Andrew's not planning on ever letting him go again.
"I have to go," Andrew says, heart stuttering against his ribcage. "But before I leave I want to… I have this thing I want to say."
Jesse nods, a sharp jerk of his neck and he sucks his lower lip in between his teeth.
Four beer queer, Andrew thinks, but the beers wore off by now but Jesse's still here, still in Andrew's bed, still staring into Andrew's eyes with apprehension as if he thinks that Andrew's going to break his heart.
"Jess…" He starts, trails off, worries at his lips and stares into Jesse's impossible eyes. He knows what he wants to say but not how to say it for Jesse's to really get it. He takes a deep breath and decides to go for broke. "Jesse, I'm in love with you. Ridiculously, hopelessly, helplessly in love with you but I… I don't think I can do this anymore. I can't be your drunk experiment… or whatever it is I am to you right now… because I'm… I'm seriously contemplating ways to make you an alcoholic just so I can kiss you all the time and that's… that's not healthy."
Jesse's expression is impressively passive, eyes wide and mouth reddened by his teeth. He doesn't say anything.
"And I'm not saying… I'll always be your best friend, Jess. I always want to be your best friend and I don't want you to feel bad if you don't want more than that because… because you shouldn't. But I… I don't think I can handle having this and not having this because I love you and I don't… I don't want to grow resentful or get angry with you for not… not feeling the same way. So I'm going to leave now and when I get back I'll still be your best friend and I'll always be there for you and… if you want… if you want more I want us to be completely sober the next time."
Jesse blinks, licking his lips. "Andrew…" he starts, but Andrew cuts him off with a sharp shake of the head.
"I really have to go now," he says. "Just think about it, okay? And don't worry about it. That's an order."
Jesse lips curl into a smile and he crinkles his nose. "Yeah," he says. "I don't think I'm going to follow that order."
Andrew smiles too and his heart feels a little lighter. "Of course not," he says, flicking Jesse's nose. "Just remember to eat and sleep and drink plenty of water too."
Andrew inches back, easing himself off the bed. It physically hurts to break eye contact, but if he doesn't he'll want to stay in this moment forever.
"Text me when you get there," Jesse says. "And I do mean when you get there, I don't care what time it is."
"I will," Andrew promises, lifting his hand in a vague wave. "See you."
"See you," Jesse echoes, but Andrew can tell he's already retreating into his head.
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