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1: The Caribbean
Neil fulfills his personal promise to fund a dream vacation for his Foxes. It’s the least he could do to repay them. He proposes the idea and the team is, needless to say, thrilled. They vote on a Caribbean experience and Allison picks out the resort.
He only allows Matt to pitch in a smidge.
They book a flight. The days leading up to it are a whirlwind of activity and preparation. (Neil ignores the freshmen’s gripes about favoritism.) The Foxes take to the tropics with gusto and are intent on getting every cent-worth of this trip. Their travel itinerary is jam packed.
It’s fun.
But the lack of alone time with Andrew gets him worked up. They’ve been out of each other’s orbit too long and it’s been a couple days since they’ve had the privacy for sex.
In the past few months, they’d conquered more territory in their physical relationship and Neil’s loved every bit of it. If he thought Andrew had a high libido before, it was nothing compared to his sex drive now.
Once, he had tried apologizing for squirting so much, but Andrew was not having it. The blonde had taken his face in one hand, squishing his cheeks until he made a fish face.
“Listen to me, Abram. Do not apologize to me for one of the hottest things you could possibly do. Got that? Tell me you understand.”
“Understood,” Neil replied, though it sounded near-incomprehensible. Andrew let go.
Fresh in Neil’s memory was the first time he sat on Andrew’s face. He’d muttered that he was scared he'd waterboard him, but they made it work.
It was good.
They were good.
He knows Andrew's interested in taking him to bed, considering he'd packed their favorite brand of condoms and a waterproof blanket. There's plenty of opportunities for him to act on it once they sidestep the velcro of Kevin, but he doesn't.
Not due to any lingering of his past or something of the sort.
No, he's teasing Neil and building up anticipation.
Their schedule is tight and in between on-shore excursions, Andrew lets a freshly-showered Neil grind out his frustrations against his bare thigh. He watches him shudder and come apart.
Later, he snaps the elastic of Neil’s swim trunks and gropes his ass before excusing himself to get a drink.
Neil sinks low in the resort pool until he's submerged up to his nose, watching the blonde laze in a sun lounger. Andrew raises his sunglasses, peering down at him.
Condescending. Attractive. Maddening.
His free hand rests on the spot where Neil had humped his leg like a dog in heat.
Neil’s ears burn.
“Hey, hippopotamus,” Nicky calls to him, splashing in his direction. “A little help, please?”
Neil swallows down an aggravated sigh, going over to join their water polo game.
He’s never been this goddamn horny in his life.
The Foxes go sightseeing, hiking, shopping, dining. They try out a beachside bar after dark.
Neil swirls and swirls his cocktail using the miniature umbrella, paying no mind to his chattering friends. Opposite him, Andrew watches Neil over his own drink with lidded eyes.
His finger circles the rim.
Neil bites his lip.
Fidgets on his stool.
Squeezes his legs together.
Suppresses a sigh at the sweet friction.
The team goes out for one last trip. Neil makes up some excuse, faking exhaustion.
It isn’t hard, it’s been a long day. Matt promises to be Kevin's chaperone. They make their way back to the resort on their lonesome.
Once inside their room, Neil shuts the door behind them. He leans back against it.
Andrew slides his eyes away, feigning interest in a brochure on the nightstand. “I heard there's a—”
“No thanks,” Neil dismisses. “Yes or no?”
Andrew pretends to consider, but who is he fooling? “Yes.”
Neil drops his clothes and steps over to kiss him. Andrew’s mouth is rough and he steers him toward the bed.
His finger circles Neil’s entrance the same way he’d done his glass and Neil feels his frail composure slipping. He's soaking wet.
Soon enough, he's finally lowering himself down onto Andrew's too-ready cock.
“Fuck, Andrew,” he wheezes once seated.
Andrew holds onto his hips and Neil squeezes his wrist. His legs are unsteady as he pushes onto his knees, sinking down again and again. He grabs onto the headboard, using it for leverage.
His breath stutters with each drop, picking up the pace.
Beneath him, Andrew mirrors his labored breathing, his fingers twitching against him. He's often content just to watch Neil fuck himself on his cock.
Neil slows when he squirts, his face scrunching with pleasure. He curls forward. “Fuck.”
He clutches the headboard, pressing his forehead to the back of his hand. His eyes flutter shut. Andrew strokes his thumbs along his hip bones.
“Do you need a minute?”
Neil cracks open one eye, peering down at him. He lets out a huff.
“I'm good. Just, fuck... Missed your dick.”
Andrew hums, kneading Neil's ass in his hands. Neil leans down to give him a kiss before he starts to ride him again in earnest.
Andrew’s abdomen constricts, the muscles in his face twitching as he fights to keep his eyes open. He’s flushed and beautiful, his wet hair plastered to his forehead.
Neil's fluids drenching the light hair of Andrew's belly is an oddly erotic sight.
He helps Neil out, fucking into him and his strong thighs slapping against Neil’s ass.
It draws a whimper out of him.
“Oh, my God,” Neil groans. “Yes, fuck—”
A combination of bouncing, rough thrusting and Andrew studiously rubbing his clit has him coming hard. His orgasm unfurls within him and he’s gushing like a fucking faucet. He snaps forward as he shakes apart, gasping his name.
Andrew coaxes him through it, stroking him through each stream until it’s a light dribble. Then he’s bucking his hips, making a choked sound as he spills inside the condom.
Once he’s completely wrung out, Neil falls onto his naked chest. Sucking in gulps of air. He’s overheated, sweaty, and stupidly happy as they lie in their disgusting puddle together.
The blanket holds up.
The resort's laundry service is put to very frequent use and Neil makes sure to tip.
Their eventual flight back home is scheduled in the early hours of the morning. Everyone’s drowsy and heavy-eyed. So, it makes sense that a sleepy couple leaves something behind.
Allison is the last to sign out of the resort.
She comes out holding a blanket in her arms and Neil blinks. She looks at the tag, searching for a brand name or scrawled initials. Whatever she sees makes her perfectly threaded eyebrows shoot into her hairline.
“Oh, wooow. The staff says this was in the laundry room. Is this one of ours?”
Neil raises a hand. Guilty. “That's ours.”
He avoids her scrutinizing eye, taking the blanket and slinging it over his shoulder.
“So. Home?”
