badacts:

There’s no such thing as perfect compatibility when it comes to sex. Andrew figures Neil is probably the best he’s ever going to get. 

the long-awaited andreil first time fic :))) (nsfw)

“I want to fuck you,” Andrew says.

Neil’s hand jerks so hard he draws a crooked line across his notes. They’ve been sitting in companionable silence for at least an hour, and he doesn’t think he can be blamed for not being able to come up with an answer when he’s halfway through an equation.

After a moment of ringing silence, Andrew’s face twists the closest it really gets to a sneer. He drawls, “What, you didn’t expect me to want that?”

Neil looks between his notes and Andrew several times, pointedly. It’s 3 AM and he has his last and most difficult final tomorrow morning. “If you were hoping for a more enthusiastic response, you could have tried asking at literally any other time.”

Andrew goes one of two ways – he instigates something new when they’re already having sex, or he brings it up verbally in the least sexual situation possible. For example, he may have blown Neil that first time without discussion, but he brought up fingering on the drive to a game. With Nicky, Aaron and Kevin in the car. The only saving grace had been that he said it in Russian, but Neil had still almost choked to death.

And Neil gets it, really. He knows Andrew saves the latter option for things he wants Neil to consider carefully, that might be complex for both or either of him. It’s not that Neil isn’t grateful – he just thinks it’s a little ridiculous to imply that he gets so sex-stupid he’ll say yes to anything after all this time.

Andrew is still watching him, lip curling a little. Neil leans back in his seat and looks back at his notes. “Fine.”

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