Andrew Minyard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mtherfcknmonster) wrote2017-08-05 07:25 am
mtherfcknmonster) wrote2017-08-05 07:25 am
for @skis
[Weekends have been different since Kevin has been with Andrew and Neil and now that they're sharing the same bed, Andrew expects it to be even more different. Mainly, getting up has been harder, because Kevin never really wants to get his ass out of bed once he's in it, and this both amuses and frustrates Andrew- he's not entirely sure why. It's not like he cares if they make it to class or practice.
Andrew is always awake first, because he needs to be, but sometimes he thinks Neil wakes up before him and just waits for him to wake up before opening his eyes. It sounds like one of those stupid things Neil would do for him, to make him feel safer (and it works), but more often than not, Andrew is just too light of a sleeper to stay sleeping for too long.
This Saturday, he really is the first one awake, Neil sleeping next to him, curled into Kevin's side. Kevin is snoring softly (okay, maybe it's just heavy breathing but Andrew will swear on everything that it's snoring), his limbs sprawled out everywhere, one arm under Neil's neck, reaching out to almost touch Andrew's shoulder, the other above his head. One day, Kevin is going to end up on the floor, and Andrew won't feel bad about it. But today he seems firmly planted in bed and Andrew watches them sleep. He can do all the staring he wants and not get called out for it. It's images like these he wants to keep in his head so he has something to focus on when things get bad. He has something real to come back to, though he's not sure he deserves any of this at all.
It's when those thoughts start filtering in, that Neil stirs, turning from Kevin a bit and cracking his eyes open to look at Andrew. Neil gives him a small, sleepy smile when he sees that Andrew is awake, just like he always does and just like always, Andrew thinks it's horribly unfair and stupid that Neil could look this good as soon as he opens his eyes]
Morning.
[Neil says to him quietly after what what Andrew can tell is Neil quickly assessing to see if Andrew is in an okay place, if he had any nightmares or is unusually tense. Andrew doesn't return the greeting, but he reaches out and brushes his fingers through Neil's messy locks. Neil's smile grows wider and then he turns his head to look at Kevin again]
He snores.
[Andrew wants to make sure Neil knows that, and Neil laughs softly and shakes his head. ]
No he doesn't.
[Andrew lets out a soft huff, but tugs Neil forward and kisses him, because all these laughs and smiles so early in the morning, they're too good. Kevin's hand is between them, but Neil pulls it down a little so they can kiss easier, but he keeps his hand in Kevin's, curling his fingers around his]
Andrew is always awake first, because he needs to be, but sometimes he thinks Neil wakes up before him and just waits for him to wake up before opening his eyes. It sounds like one of those stupid things Neil would do for him, to make him feel safer (and it works), but more often than not, Andrew is just too light of a sleeper to stay sleeping for too long.
This Saturday, he really is the first one awake, Neil sleeping next to him, curled into Kevin's side. Kevin is snoring softly (okay, maybe it's just heavy breathing but Andrew will swear on everything that it's snoring), his limbs sprawled out everywhere, one arm under Neil's neck, reaching out to almost touch Andrew's shoulder, the other above his head. One day, Kevin is going to end up on the floor, and Andrew won't feel bad about it. But today he seems firmly planted in bed and Andrew watches them sleep. He can do all the staring he wants and not get called out for it. It's images like these he wants to keep in his head so he has something to focus on when things get bad. He has something real to come back to, though he's not sure he deserves any of this at all.
It's when those thoughts start filtering in, that Neil stirs, turning from Kevin a bit and cracking his eyes open to look at Andrew. Neil gives him a small, sleepy smile when he sees that Andrew is awake, just like he always does and just like always, Andrew thinks it's horribly unfair and stupid that Neil could look this good as soon as he opens his eyes]
Morning.
[Neil says to him quietly after what what Andrew can tell is Neil quickly assessing to see if Andrew is in an okay place, if he had any nightmares or is unusually tense. Andrew doesn't return the greeting, but he reaches out and brushes his fingers through Neil's messy locks. Neil's smile grows wider and then he turns his head to look at Kevin again]
He snores.
[Andrew wants to make sure Neil knows that, and Neil laughs softly and shakes his head. ]
No he doesn't.
[Andrew lets out a soft huff, but tugs Neil forward and kisses him, because all these laughs and smiles so early in the morning, they're too good. Kevin's hand is between them, but Neil pulls it down a little so they can kiss easier, but he keeps his hand in Kevin's, curling his fingers around his]
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[Maybe all of them have things they never properly tapped into, but now they can do whatever they want]
I made sure no one would notice, I wasn't an idiot.
One of the foster kids I lived with showed me.
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[It's not like Andrew considers himself all that creative either, unless it has to do with getting rid of bastards. Then he can come up with a hundred and one ways of killing someone and hiding the body]
No one knew it was stolen when I was driving it. [he moves his hand from Kevin's] Eleven.
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[Kevin doesn't give himself enough credit, Andrew knows that much, at least]
Not long. I drove around the streets and I considered getting on the highway, but there was too much traffic so I turned back.
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[It's not a question, he doesn't want to leave room for argument]
People are very lax in California. You have no idea what they let each other get away with.
[In more ways than one, he means, and not just with driving, but that's about all he's going to say on the topic. ]
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[Kevin and his selective hearing!
Andrew crosses his legs under him, turning so he's facing Kevin]
I am not surprised. Your spine is only now getting stronger.
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[More than just the game, or his plays, that's for damn sure. Andrew won't accept anything else]
Hm.
We can hotwire Matt's truck.
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[Or Kevin's rise in whatever else that isn't Exy. They're supposed to be well rounded, or whatever, anyway]
Hands on experience is much more effective when it comes to cars. We will not be stealing it, just borrowing it.
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[Andrew isn't big on being well rounded either, but he's really good at being a hypocrite sometimes! Or maybe he just cares about Kevin and his future more than he cares about himself, which is actually what it is. If Kevin can manage "not exclusively Exy-obsessed" then Andrew will also think he's done quite well, and work on the disappointed part, because that part doesn't belong there]
Do you think we should?
[he's legitimately asking!]
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[The time is probably the only thing holding them back at this point, but there will be time later on. After the pros, after Court. Once they retire. It's always good to get Kevin thinking about those things now.
Maybe by then, Kevin won't feel so harshly about it all.]
So you would want to ask Matt if we could hotwire his car, drive it around and bring it back. There goes half the fun of it.
But alright. I would not want to push your limits too far. You have to ask since it is your idea.
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There will be plenty of time in the future.
[Andrew moves his hand back over Kevin's, drawing a line with his finger over Kevin's scar]
What, you are going to ask him if we can borrow his car? That is it? What are you going to tell him when he asks about mine?
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[He looks at Kevin as well, then back down at his hand, running his fingers over the raised skin over and over again until Kevin relaxes completely]
What could I possibly not be able to do in my car? It is the best.
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[Andrew has a thing about running his fingers over scars, fitting his fingers into them, making it feel like any other touch, because he wants it to be okay. He wants Kevin to know that he wants every single part of him]
Hn. So what are you planning on telling him that we are moving?
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