Freaky Shit

Chapter 12: "114%" (bxb)

a foxhole court fanfic

Neil sat in the front seat of Andrew's car watching him sip from an energy drink. 'Only he would have

caffeine this late' Neil thought, inwardly rolling his eyes. It was one of the many reasons he loved him.

Checking the clock on the dash Neil realized how late it actually was. "Kevin's gonna be mad if i'm

late," he spoke. Andrew set his drink down, not bothering to give Neil even the slightest glance "Relax."

Neil found their late night rides comforting, the silence was never awkward, and the faint smell of

smoke that always followed Andrew gave him a strange sense of calm. Neil was zoning when he Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

realized that the road they were on was one he didn't recognize. He shifted in his seat and was about

to say something, but Andrew beat him to it.

"Kevin took the night off," he explained.

"Why are we-?" Neil started to ask.

"I think he's meeting Jean."

Neil's brow furrowed. "You're changing the subject."

"You were the one changing the subject," Andrew stared ahead at the road. That was when Neil

noticed that there wasn't much road left. They'd come to a dead end.

"Where are we?" Neil asked,looking around. They were surrounded by only trees.

"Get out." Andrew said. Anyone else in Neil's situation would start to worry. Everyone knew Andrew

carried knives, and most people wouldn't put it past him to murder someone. They were in the middle

of nowhere, and no one would question Neil's absence for quiet some time. But he wasn't scared. He

trusted Andrew, he always had and he always would. He opened the car door and stepped out.

Through the thin trees in front of him he could see water. They were by a lake. While Neil was checking

out the veiw when Andrew came up beside him.

"It's beautiful," Neil said.

"Yeah, Dee recommended it. Told me I need a spot to clear my head. I think she just wants me to catch

malaria from all these damn mosquitoes." Neil reached out for Andrews hand.

"How romantic," Neil said smiling like an idiot.

"Shut up junkie," Andrew said, pushing Neil up against the nearest tree.

Neil ran his fingers through Andrew's hair and kissed him, softly at first until soon they were wrestling

each other's tongues and breathing heavily.

"While I love the thought of a romantic make out by the lake," Neil said between breaths, "the

mosquitoes are kind of killing the mood." Andrew grabbed Neil's hand and lead him back to the car. He

opened the door and pushed Neil in. Climbing on top of him Andrew shut the car door.

Andrew reconnected their lips and soon Neil flipped them over so he was on top. He moved from

Andrew's now bright red lips to his pale neck. He risked leaving a hickey below his ear, not sure what

would happen if he left a more visible one.

"Neil," Andrew groaned.

Neil looked for the frustration on his boyfriends face.

"What?" he tried playing dumb. Maybe he'd think it was a mosquito bite.

"Don't hold back." Neil was surprised. Andrew wasn't berating him, he was challenging him. Neil

smiled, "Go big or go home."

He bit down on the opposite side of Andrews neck and sucked as hard as he could, leaving a dark red

shape. He ran his tongue over the mark and moved on to make another. He tugged at the bottom of

Andrew's shirt, and kissed his pale stomach as he lifted his arms so that Neil could take his shirt of

completely. As Neil reaches the edge of Andrew's pants he looked up at him waiting for a yes. Andrew

nodded at him, drawing in a breath.

"Don't stop now."

Neil pulled of his boyfriend's black skinny jeans, the staple of his usual monochrome outfits. Neil loved

the way Andrews pale skin clashed with the dark shade. Andrew, now in his black boxers, was

everything Neil never knew he wanted. He leaned back up to kiss Andrew once again. Neil began to

touch him slowly through his boxers and soon Andrew was moaning and panting at the feeling of Neil's

hand. Neil went to pull of his boxers but Andrew stopped him.

"It's not fair you get to keep all your clothes on," He pointed out, which made Neil laugh. He pulled of

his shirt to reveal his muscle clad figure.

"You don't even need extra practice." Andrew said shifting to try and get more friction.

"You're right," Neil smirked, "i've found a much better use for my time." He quickly pulled off Andrews

last remaining piece of clothing.

He ran his thumb over the tip of Andrew's dick. Andrew groaned as Neil spat in his hand and began to

rub it up and down him. Soon his was dripping pre-cum and Neil leaned down to lick it up. He traced a

vein on the underside of Andrew's length, running his tongue from the base and over the tip. He

wrapped his mouth around the end of it and hollowed out his checks. Andrew groaned as Neil slide his

mouth slowly up and down. He wrapped his hands through Neil's hair and guided him.

Neil hummed, making Andrew shiver and moan. Neil knew Andrew's body as well as his own and and

never ceased to amaze him. Andrew's head was buzzing as he felt a pressure build up in the bottom of

his stomach. He tightened his grip on Neil's hair and in response Neil moved faster. He wrapped his

tongue around Andrew as he released his load into Neil's mouth. He sucked out the last few drops and

removed his mouth from Andrew with a lewd "pop".

Andrew pulled back on his pants as Neil pondered on what to do with the tent still in his. He turned

towards Andrew who was now putting his shirt back on.

"Do you think you cou-"

"Not my problem." Andrew said hopping out of the back seat and back into the drivers side. Neil

laughed, "So much for a give and take relationship." He climbed into the passengers side and plopped

into the seat. Andrew looked over at him.

"What relationship." He said nonchalantly.

"Right," Neil smiled, "I forgot there's no 'this'." Andrew started the car and turned up the radio.

"Kevin should take the night off more often," Neil said over the music. He could've sworn he saw that

start of a smile on Andrew's face.

"114%"