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The old wooden windows, clearly installed back in the golden ages of the academy were being rattled by the autumn winds. The cold seeped through the cracks and the holes made by time and rowdy students. Even wearing the thick wooly sweater (a gift from Nicky) couldn’t save Neil from feeling the cold in his bones. The library was one of his least favorite places yet every Friday he found himself sitting on the same uncomfortable chair next to the table in the far corner of the room, as far away from the other students as possible.
Like most weeks he showed up a few minutes early and quickly scribbled some pointers and latin maxims to practice today. When Neil was done he had nothing else to do but keep glancing at his watch wishing the time to go faster. Andrew kept bugging him to get rid of that old thing but it was one of the very few keepsakes he still had left from his life on the run, back when his mother was still alive, back when sitting in the library of the Palmetto academy wasn't something he could even dream about. Some days he thought his mother would be happy to see the person he became. Most days he knew that if he saw him now she would beat the shit out of him and then scream at him until her voice became hoarse. Abram! Abram! Abram! He could almo-
“You’re in your head again, rabbit.” If it was anyone else, the voice would have spooked the redhead, but he knew the sound better than any other in the world.
“Just reminiscing.” tried answering Neil but his boyfriend silenced him with a kiss before he could finish the sentence.
Having decided that the conversation was over and the kiss was a good enough greeting Andrew sat down on a chair next to his partner. He quickly pulled out his latin coursebook and the shabby notebook he used for multiple classes. When he was done arranging his things the blonde stole a pen straight out of Neil’s pencil case and started twirling it around.
“How was the lecture today?” asked Neil, although he knew the answer. Andrew hated Latin, the professor, even the class the lecture took place in. The only reason he hadn't tried bribing his twin into attending the class instead of him was the fact that Aaron, ever the traitor, also signed up for it.
“Don’t ask stupid questions. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get to the fun stuff.”
The speed at which Neil opened his notebook and ripped out a page was so embarrassing he swore he could see a slight smirk on his boyfriend's face. Still, Neil quickly wrote today's date on the top of the page and waited for the blonde to open his latin book.
“So did you listen to anything the old man said today?”
“No, I had better things to think about.” the way Andrew looked at him after saying that left no doubt in Neil’s head that he was on his boyfriend's mind for the entirety of the one and a half hour lecture. He felt his face becoming warmer and Andrew must have noticed too, because he took that as a green light to take a break from studying before they even started. He placed one of his hands on Neil’s waist and the other on his scarred cheek
“Yes or no?” asked Andrew with the intensity in his hazel eyes that almost made his boyfriend melt. He wouldn’t break this easily though. It wasn’t the first time the blonde tried distracting Neil to get away from studying. The redhead made a promise though. Neil tutors him and if Andrew stops failing the subject he’ll start applying himself more during lacrosse practices. And well, no matter how horny Neil was at the moment, the upcoming game was his top priority.
“How about you say that in latin? It’s not that hard is it?”
Immediately his boyfriend gave him a sour look and backed away. Before he could voice his displeasure Neil snatched the book in front of them and riffled through the pages to find where they last left off.
“Those maxims are really easy, do you remember any of them?”
“No.”
“What’s the point of your eidetic memory if you can’t use it to study?”
“You know it doesn’t work like that. Besides it’s latin, my brain is protecting me by making me forget.”
“It’s a fun language.” tried defending it Neil. He knew he was probably very biased because of his linguistic abilities. The real reason he liked latin so much was one he would never tell anyone though. Back when he was on the run, picking up new languages and dialects was a means of survival. He remembered the way his mother would pinch or even hit him when he got a word wrong or said something with a strong accent. Almost every language he spoke was built on sleepless nights and new bruises hidden under his clothes. Latin was the only one he started learning because he wanted to and at his own pace.
“Only a heathen like you could say that about a language that has no use in the present.” Andrew’s steady voice pulled him out of his thoughts before they could get too much.
“Medicine?”
“Irrelevant for us.”
“Law?”
“Irrelevant for you.” That made Neil smile. The idea of his boyfriend as a lawyer was extremely appealing for some reason.
“How about I read them out loud and you’ll try to tell me what they mean in english.”
“If you want to be extremely disappointed.”
Neil took the book into his hands and scooted his chair away from Andrew. He took a peek at the page he already knew well and thought about his modus operandi for a second. Should he start with the easy, stand alone words that Andrew would definitely already know? Would answering correctly even motivate the blonde? Maybe if he went in the order they went through the last time he would jog Andrew’s memory.
In the end he went in a random order, circling phrases and words his boyfriend remembered and writing exclamation marks next to the ones he didn't know at all. Before he even noticed an hour had passed and the sun almost entirely disappeared, making the only source of light be the yellowish glow of the overhead lamp. The library was almost completely desolate save from them, the librarian and a lone student frantically going through their notes. The setting was perfect for getting as much latin in his boyfriend’s head as possible. And then possibly getting a head.
“Mater semper certa est, pater vero is est, quem nuptiae demonstrant.”
“Mommy issues are certainly displayed by you.” Andrew answered so quickly and surely that for a second his boyfriend wanted to move onto the next maxim.
“Oh it's THAT time of our study session.” thought Neil. The time when his partner got so terribly bored he would answer all the questions with nonsense until the redhead gave up and called an end to revising. Neil lost that game too many times to give up once again though. He needed to find a way to motivate the blonde just enough to pull through the last few maxims.
“Let’s make a deal. If you get every question correct I’ll do anything you want.” Neil made sure to use the most seductive voice possible to get the message across.
“I won’t make a deal with you if the incentive is sex. I can’t hold you to that.” the sudden emotional whiplash made Neil’s mind go blank for a second. Andrew was always extremely careful and respectful of his boundaries but even when the novelty of that died down it still made Neil’s stomach do a backflip. On the flipside, it made bargaining with his boyfriend extremely difficult. What can you give to a man who claims he wants nothing? Except for his rabbit. And his family. And cigarettes. And ice cream. Andrew definitely wanted some things that's what Neil was getting at. Nothing he could give him and the moment though. Well not except for himself and-
oh.
oh.
“What if the sex and studying are happening at the same time?” Neil blurted it out as soon as the thought appeared in his head and the slight surprise on his boyfriend's face and the way his ears got noticeably more red made it almost worth the embarrassment.
“That …” started Andrew, but he quickly stopped himself. His face expressed almost no emotions as usual but Neil was almost as fluent at reading the blonde as he was in english. He was seriously considering the offer and weighing whether he would be comfortable with it at the moment or not. After a good minute of intensive thinking Andrew looked into his eyes and asked. “Are you sure?”
“I want it if you want it.” Neil tried to make his voice sound as sure as possible. He didn’t want his partner thinking he had any doubts about them. “It’s always yes with you, I told you already.”
“And I told you to stop saying that bullshit.” despite his harsh tone Andrew got up and started packing his things in a pace Neil swore was quicker than usual. The blonde wasn’t even paying attention to things he was putting away, so a few of his boyfriend’s belongings ended up in the wrong backpack. When the table was empty Andrew put on his leather jacket, grabbed both backpacks and started moving towards the exit.
They both acknowledged the librarian with a nod on their way out, the older woman well acquainted with them and their oddities at this point. As excited Neil was to get to their room, the cold weather he momentarily forgot about almost made him retreat to the not as cold as he thought library. When Andrew goes back to his senses he’ll probably scold him for leaving his jacket in their room.
The distance between the library and the dorms was around 5 minutes of walking but they cut the time in half because of the pace set by the shorter man. The remark that he wishes to see that kind of physical effort during lacrosse practice was left unsaid when Andrew opened and held the heavy doors leading to their building and let the redhead quickly slip past him inside the much warmer than the outside hall. Neil basically ran the two flights of stairs and quickly prayed that somehow Kevin wasn’t in their shared room right now. He wasn’t. When Neil opened the door he found the inside messy, history books on the floor next to Kevin’s desk and some clothes on the three chairs and beds but no Kevin in sight.
“He has a date tonight.” Andrew spoke from behind him, very close to this ear but not touching just yet. He took a few steps back, closed and locked the door, then he moved towards his bed. Neil watched attentively as his boyfriend sat down, spread his legs slightly and patted them as an invitation. He didn't need to ask twice as Neil quickly got rid of his shoes and basically jumped on the shorter man. It took them a moment to get into a comfortable position which ended with the redhead sitting on his boyfriend's thighs with his legs spread, knees touching either side of the blonde. Their slight size difference was only elevated by this arrangement and the way Andrew had to tilt his head up to look up at Neil made them both feel things they weren’t quite ready to say yet.
“How do you want me?” Neil wanted to subtly make sure his boyfriend didn't change his mind and to get a general feel of his boundaries tonight.
“I was about to ask what you had in mind back in the library.” So the ball was in Neil’s court tonight. How delightful.
“I imagined I would ride you...” Before Neil could finish the thought the blonde grabbed the back of his neck and guided him into a deep kiss. He kissed him back for a couple of seconds before pulling back.
“And while I was doing that I would ask you questions in latin,” That granted the redhead an immediate eye roll.
“Alright. Let’s see how long you’ll last before you’re wordlessly hopping on my dick, rabbit.”
Now that. That was a challenge Neil was happy to take. He will be hopping on that dick and be very mouthy while doing so. To communicate that he placed his lips back on his boyfriend’s and went back to kissing him or more accurately licking the inside of his mouth. As an answer Andrew placed the hand that wasn’t currently occupied by gripping his partner's neck under Neil’s sweater and started moving his fingertips around the scarred abdomen. Since it was one of the redhead’s sensitive spots he retaliated by ducking his head and sucking hard on his boyfriend's neck. Very dirty play especially this early on, but Neil was hellbent on making sure he’s not the one who falls apart first.
After leaving a few hickies Neil went onto the next phase of his plan. He started grinding his hips slightly using the oh so convenient position of being seated directly on Andrew’s dick.
“Get on the bed.” basically moans Andrew. And who is Neil to deny him.
So he moves to lay down on his back but before he gets to place his head on one of the too many pillows Andrew manhandles him and almost throws him face first into the sheets.
“Taking those off, yes or no.” his boyfriend asks with hands on Neil’s jeans.
“Yes but leave the sweater on.” Andrew doesn’t ask why. Whether it’s the cold or the scars it doesn't matter to either of them at the moment.
Soon after the pants land on the floor his socks and boxers follow. There was a time when being naked, even partially, made Neil want to cover, turn off the lights or ask Andrew to close his eyes. Instead, he spreads his legs and arches his back, waiting for his boyfriend to put one of the pillows under his hips.
Everything that happens after that is a well rehearsed dance. Andrew gets up to get the lube, rummages through their underwear drawer, comes back and sits between his boyfriend's legs. He pours a generous amount on his fingers and if he’s feeling nice he warms it a bit before he starts circling Neil’s hole. Tonight is not one of those nights, Neil realizes, as he feels the cold digit touching him. It makes him yelp, but other than that he stays quiet as Andrew carefully works his finger inside of him.
The fun part starts when Andrew retreats his finger and comes back with the second. That's when he usually speeds up his thrusts and starts actively trying to hit Neil’s prostate. Today proves to be no different as Neil lays ass up, mouth agape not fighting the sounds that his partner pulls out of him.
“Big talk earlier, coming from someone who goes lax as soon as he has something in his ass.” says Andrew and before Neil can answer he curls his fingers just the right way so the ‘’I’ll show you what I can do” turns into “I-ohh fu-uck.”
Since they both live by ‘’if something works, don’t change it’’, Andrew continues his onslaught on Neil’s prostate and his boyfriend continues making little sounds that drive Andrew crazy (allegedly).
After Andrew has deemed his boyfriend stretched enough he removes his fingers and squeezes some more lube on them. This time he rubs his fingers on each other to warm them up a little (and make Neil wait for it). He puts them back where they belong adding the third only after being kicked in the chin for taking his sweet time.
He puts them back inside slowly, ignoring the whining and an occasional insult. When they fully disappear, he quickly pulls them out and thrusts back in. Neil is thankful for the position they are in because the dumbfounded little “o” his mouth makes at the action should be seen by no one, even his boyfriend.
Said boyfriend goes back to thrusting his fingers in and out, same rhythm as before, same rhythm as always, only occasionally breaking the pattern by curling his fingers.
“It’s enough.” tries to argue Neil but his face gets pushed into a pillow. Andrew must agree with him at least partially though, because he removes his fingers, wipes them on the sheets and grabs Neil’s hips to raise his ass in the air and puts his entire mouth on it. “Thank God for edible lube.” They both think as the blonde starts swiftly moving his face, pushing his tongue as deep as he can.
“If you do-don’t stop, I'll come.” Moans out Neil. Andrew speeds up his movements and puts one of his hands on his boyfriend’s neglected dick. It only takes a few thrusts and swipes of Andrew’s tongue for Neil to fall apart. He doesn’t even get to warn his boyfriend before he’s shutting his eyes tight and going rigid. The blonde lets him ride out his orgasm before backing out and letting Neil fall flat on the bed.
“We’re not done yet.” Pants out Neil. His body feels like jello but he said some things and he’s going to see them through if it’s the last thing he does. When Andrew stands up he wants to argue that he really is fin okay but then Andrew is removing his clothes, leaving only the armbands on. When he’s almost entirely naked, he lays on the bed and props himself on his elbows.
“Staring. Should I send out a special invitation?” he mocks and Neil is forced to tear his gaze away from the thick cock waiting for him. He slowly crawls in between his boyfriend’s legs and puts his mouth on the dick gently, leaving a few kisses along the length. When his hair gets pulled, he reaches for lube and in an act of revenge squeezes the cold substance on his partner’s cock.
The gasp he gets out of Andrew makes getting his hair yanked again worth it. “Behave or else.” threatens Andrew but the tone of his voice is desperate and a little in love. Neil’s not that cruel so he makes quick work of moving his hand along the shaft, smearing lube and precum all over it.
“Is it enough?” Neil teases. If he wasn’t so desperate to sit on that dick he would put his mouth on it and lick till he was forcibly removed or asked to stop. He was very desperate though and had a point to prove so he moved to kneel above his boyfriend’s hips. Before he was done arranging his body Andrew’s hands made their way to Neil’s thighs squeezing tight enough to leave bruises if he kept it up. Neil hoped he would.
The redhead put one hand on the headboard for leverage and the other he used to line himself up with his partner’s cock. He bit his lip as he slowly sank down, pushing the head inside and taking a few seconds before sinking down further. One of Andrew’s hands let go of Neil’s thigh to reach out and hold his free hand instead. When their fingers were intertwined Neil let himself drop even further. Suddenly he remembered why they were doing this in the first place.
“Contra bonos mores?” He questions.
“You’re not serious.” accuses Andrew but makes no move to push himself deeper. He stays still waiting for confirmation.
“I said I’ll help you study.” Neil raises his body so only the head of his boyfriend’s cock is inside him. “Contra bonos mores?”
They stare at each other for a while but finally Andrew gives up and answers. “Against good morals.”
“Good.” Neil lowers himself slightly. “Functus officio?”
“No longer having power or jurisdiction.” Andrew says in a mocking manner. Neil puts him in his place by sinking almost to the hilt. “Good.” he moans out and the word carries a double meaning. The grip on his thigh and hand strengthens.
“Inter vivos?” Neil really hopes it continues to go this smoothly. “Among other things.” It doesn't. “Wrong. Try again.” Andrew gives him a dirty look. However, Neil practically sees the cogs turning in his brain. And feels his cock twitching. “Between living people.”
“Good”. Neil goes down till he’s fully sitting on his boyfriend. He takes a few deep breaths and lets himself get used to the stretch. When he’s ready, he moves up again. He asks the next question and when Andrew answers correctly he fucks himself on his boyfriend’s dick. They do it this way for a few minutes and it goes well enough that Neil is able to find a momentum broken only occasionally when the maxim he’s asking about is longer or when Andrew makes a mistake.
As time passes on Andrew gets more eager and not in the studying department. He involuntarily chases Neil’s body by thrusting his hips until the redhead is forced to let go of his boyfriend’s hand and place his own on the bulky abdomen to stop the movement. “Few more questions and maybe I’ll let you come.” he tries to sound composed but his own patience is wearing thin. They barely make it through the last maxims, both not really able to form coherent sentences anymore. Even when Andrew answers wrong Neil keeps moving up and down, nodding his head.
“Let me-ugh-move. Lemme move?” Andrew grunts out and honestly he’s been so good the entire time it was impossible to say no when he asked so nicely. So Neil whispers yesyesyes and removes the hand holding his boyfriend down.
With their combined power - Neil’s strong thighs and Andrew’s stronger arms, they fuck with a force that makes the bed shake, the headboard hitting the wall so hard Neil almost feels sorry for the people living next to them. Almost is the key word, because right now the only thing Neil feels is the thick cock splitting him in half. All he can do is help Andrew get his dick deeper and stare at his boyfriend although even this proves to be too hard as his eyes keep rolling back. His mouth is wide open, gasping for air and he’s most likely drooling but none of this matters when Andrew whines that he’s coming and then he is and suddenly Neil’s coming too, untouched since the first round. He keeps bouncing, riding out his orgasm till Andrew flips them over and pulls out.
They lay in a comfortable silence for a while, catching their breaths. Their legs are tangled with each other and Andrew moves a bit closer to spoon his boyfriend.
“By the way you were. Hopping on my dick. Wordlessly.” As soon as Neil starts arguing with the point there’s a pounding on the door and the sound of keys rattling. They make quick work of putting their clothes back before Kevin can enter the room.
A week after their special study session Neil breaks the habit of going to the library right after his classes and instead walks to the top floor of the academy. He sits near the stairs and waits for half an hour before he sees two familiar faces leaving the room surrounded by other students. One of them notices him, waves, then turns to his brother, says something and goes down the stairs. The other, Andrew, makes a beeline to his boyfriend.
Neither of them likes public displays of affection but Andrew walks close enough to him that they are basically touching their entire bodies and Neil brushes his hand against his boyfriend’s as a way of saying ‘hello to you too.’
“How did you do?” he whispers in his boyfriend’s ear.
“Good. Except for the fact I had a pavlovian response after the first question and had to write the exam with a hard on.”
“Mmm… Shouldn't we start studying for the next one already?” he gets his ass pinched and then some more back in their room.