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If someone had told Jamie six months ago that post-apocalyptic living could be as nice as living on the beach with someone he loved, he wouldn’t have believed them. Andrew had made him feel like he was truly living for the first time since the bug and now, in the safety of Florida, Jamie has to consider what his renewed spark of life means.
Andrew is still sleeping soundly next to him, the morning sun streaming in through the windows and threatening to wake him. Andrew moves too much for them to really cuddle at night but the leg tangled with his is enough for Jamie. He watches the rise and fall of Andrew’s bare chest before taking in the content look on his face. There’s some dark stubble beginning to grow in and Jamie can’t help but to reach out and brush the coarse hair with his thumb. Andrew tilts his head into the touch, baring his throat and Jamie almost immediately pulls his hand away.
With them sharing a bed, Jamie tries to keep wandering thoughts to a minimum and he tries not to dwell on them when they do manage to appear but sometimes he can’t help but think about certain things. Like how it would feel to scrape his teeth over Andrew’s stubble or the light trail of hair on his stomach or if he went lower and-
“Morning.” Andrew greets, yanking Jamie out the mental gutter he was falling into.
“Good morning.”
“You’re so far away.”
Andrew then shuffles closer to him in order to pull him into his arms.
“I know how you are when you’re sleeping.”
Andrew snorts into his t-shirt
“Please tell me we can just stay like this for another hour.”
“I don’t think anyone needs our help today.”
“Good.” Andrew says before planting a little kiss on his neck.
His earlier thought returns, but he ignores it as quickly as he can.
It’s not like they’ve never talked about sex, but they’ve also never really talked about sex. They’ve mentioned a few things—Jamie almost lost his virginity before the super flu hit and Andrew got a little handsy with a stranger once—but nothing really about them . Jamie wants to try it, but Andrew’s never brought it up or done anything to imply that he wants to too so Jamie hasn’t said or done anything either. If Andrew’s not interested, then Jamie is no longer interested but the uncertainty has been bothering him.
He nuzzles his face further into Andrew’s hair.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Nothing.” Jamie replies quickly.
“You sure? You had your thinking face on.”
“It’s not important.”
Andrew looks at him with suspicion in his eyes but doesn’t try to pry anymore.
After spending the rest of the day thinking and planning, Jamie decides to try something small.
Andrew emerges from the bathroom, hair wet and skin damp, and gets into bed with Jamie. They don’t always cuddle but Andrew is on him immediately. He’s literally on top of him too; he lays his head on Jamie’s shoulder, throws an arm around his waist and lets out a small satisfied hum.
“You should sleep shirtless more often.” Andrew murmurs into his skin, unaware that Jamie is losing his mind.
The feeling of skin on skin is electrifying. Jamie feels every nerve that’s registering Andrew’s touch singing. He kisses the top of Andrew’s head before threading his fingers in and out of his hair.
“What’s your ulterior motive?” Andrew hums sleepily.
Jamie freaks out for a second that he’s been found out—even though that was the plan—before realizing what Andrew’s words imply.
“What do you mean?”
Andrew sits up a little so that they’re looking at each other.
“Well, you’re being this cuddly for a reason, right?”
“Only because I love you.”
It’s technically a lie, but if he had known that Andrew felt like this beforehand it wouldn’t have been a lie.
“You do want something though.” Andrew says with a slightly smug grin on his face.
“Yes.”
“What is it?” Andrew says, his voice slightly lower with an almost sultry tone.
This would be the easiest time to bring up sex, but Jamie knows that it’s not the time.
“I just want to stay like this.” Jamie says as he cups Andrew’s face.
Andrew’s expression shifts to something softer and he lays back down onto Jamie’s shoulder, gently kissing his shoulder and collarbone a few times before Jamie drifts off to sleep.
Jamie continues to sleep shirtless because of the pleased little smile Andrew wears when he cuddles him and while they haven’t gotten any closer to having sex, Jamie isn’t necessarily unhappy about it.
Andrew climbs into bed behind him and places a hand on his waist and even though he does this all the time, for some reason Jamie shudders at the contact. Andrew moves his thumb in a small circle on his stomach and there’s no way he didn’t notice the way Jamie tensed slightly that time. Despite that, he doesn’t stop and it makes Jamie just confident enough.
“I have an idea.” Jamie says as he turns over to face Andrew. His anxiety is off the charts, but Andrew puts his hand back on Jamie’s waist as encouragement.
“Is it mischievous?” Andrew asks with a smile meant to ease Jamie’s worries.
“Potentially.”
“ Devious ?”
“Positively.”
“Sounds wonderful. What is it?”
Jamie takes a deep breath in and then lets it out .
“Could we… try doing more?”
The atmosphere breaks as Andrew’s face lags while his brain tries to comprehend what Jamie just said and then he gets this puzzled look on his face.
“Like sex?”
Jamie nods, blushing from embarrassment.
“With me?”
“If you don’t want to that’s fine-”
“No, no, no. I would love to. I just thought you didn’t want to… with me.”
“Andrew-”
“It’s silly, I know, but… I don’t know. It sounded more realistic in my head.”
Jamie’s heart breaks a little at the self deprecation.
“Definitely unrealistic.”
“I- you…” Andrew’s face is red as he tries to finish his sentence, but he never manages it. “Can we…?”
“Yes.”
Jamie doesn’t know who moved first but they’re kissing passionately. It’s sloppy and messy and unpracticed but neither of them care. He tightens his grip on Andrew’s hair and the muffled noise that he makes into his mouth is equal parts satisfying and concerning. Jamie breaks the kiss before he can consciously decide anything but Andrew looks perfectly pleased—albeit a little confused about why Jamie stopped.
Jamie looks Andrew in the eyes before gently tugging on his hair again. He doesn’t make a sound this time but the way his eyes flutter shut conveys enough.
“You like that?” Jamie asks, just to be sure.
“Fuck, yes.” Andrew replies before grinding into Jamie’s thigh, making it clear just how much he enjoys it.
Jamie flips them onto their sides with a kiss and starts grinding their hips together. With only their boxers between them, the friction is delicious and Jamie thinks about slipping his hand under the fabric before realizing that he doesn’t exactly know what Andrew wants. He kisses up Andrew’s jaw until he’s able to whisper into his ear.
“What do you want Andrew?” Jamie says, trying to be cool and sexy but the nerves creep into his voice anyway.
“Just you.”
Andrew gives him a quick peck, but he’s still lost at what to do.
“You don’t know what to do, do you?” Andrew asks gently with a soft smile that makes Jamie feel slightly less like he’s being called out.
“I just don’t want to mess anything up.”
“You’re not going to ruin anything. Other than maybe the sheets of course but that’s a later problem.”
Jamie didn’t think that he’d be laughing during his first time, but it comes easy and doesn’t feel the slightest bit strange. Andrew peppers kisses along his jaw while he’s still distracted and all Jamie does is let him.
“You can leave a mark, if you want.”
And as soon as he says so, Andrew starts sucking a mark into the base of his neck. It hurts a little bit but it feels so good that he doesn’t mind at all. The second one hurts a little more but the pleased smile Andrew wears when he pulls back makes it worth it.
“Did you have anything in mind?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It means I get to choose.” Andrew says before giving him a quick kiss.
“Should I be scared?”
“No. Relax, it’ll be fun.” Andrew says with a playful smile.
“Definitely scared now.” Jamie half jokes. He is legitimately nervous.
“Don’t be.” Andrew murmurs into his collarbone.
He starts kissing his chest and then trails down to his stomach but stops once he gets to the waistband of his underwear.
“Can I?”
“Yes.” Jamie says while nodding his head.
Andrew pulls his boxers down and off before taking Jamie in his hand. Jamie gasps and manages to sit up just as Andrew licks a stripe up his cock. He tries to stay mostly quiet but he can’t help but moan a little when Andrew finally takes him in his mouth.
Andrew starts bobbing up and down slowly, trying to find a rhythm before speeding up and trying to take more of Jamie in his mouth. He goes from half way to three quarters of the way to choking.
“Shit, are you ok?”
Andrew coughs another time or three before being able to answer.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, voice a little rough and gravely.
Jamie worries about him right until Andrew takes him back in his mouth, and then the only things he can think is hot, wet, more and don’t move . He does a pretty good job of the last one until Andrew’s hands come to rest on his hips, but his hips only give one small traitorous thrust before he can still them again.
He threads a hand in Andrew’s hair as an apology. Andrew looks him in the eyes with what Jamie thinks is a pleading look so he tightens his grip on Andrew’s hair. The little moan that Andrew lets out feels like it vibrates up his spine and without even thinking Jamie keeps a firm grip on Andrew’s hair as he gets closer and closer and closer and oh god he’s almost there.
Before he even realizes, he’s cumming with a strangled moan down Andrew’s throat. Jamie closes his eyes blissfully until Andrew snuggles into his side, still fully hard.
“That was hot.” Andrew says, voice even more wrecked than before.
“You haven’t even cum yet.”
“I mean it’s ok-”
“No, I want to make you feel good too.” Jamie says and Andrew gives him this look like he’s gone above and beyond for him and it makes Jamie set his mind to love this man as hard as he can.
After some slight repositioning so that Jamie is fully sitting up, Andrew straddles his lap and kisses him sweetly. He tries to show Andrew just how much he loves him with every movement.
There’s a rustling of some kind and Andrew makes a little noise and Jamie breaks the kiss only to find him with a hand in his underwear, stroking himself.
“Can I do it?” Jamie asks, hand drifting to the waistband.
Andrew slows his rhythm down but doesn’t quite stop.
“I can do it. Like you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Andrew blushes a little bit before slowly taking his hand out of his underwear.
“Go ahead then.”
Andrew starts shimmying his boxers off before Jamie has a chance to touch. Andrew’s breath hitches when Jamie starts stroking him and he leans his head onto Jamie’s shoulder. He kisses Andrew’s shoulder and starts making his way towards his neck when Andrew flinches.
“Sorry. No hickies right?”
“Where did you get that idea?”
“You kept worrying the last time.”
“Worrying is a theme, huh?” Andrew jokes even though he’s breathing heavy and clinging to Jamie. “I like it though.”
Jamie hums before starting to move his hand again and gently sucking on Andrew’s neck.
“Fuck, harder please.”
Jamie bites down a little bit more and sucks harder until Andrew whines and twitches in his hand. When he pulls back, the mark is darker than he meant to make it but Andrew is still moaning softly
“I’m close, Jamie. I’m so close.” Andrew gasps as he throws his head back.
“Come on.” Jamie encourages as he kisses over the red mark on Andrew’s neck.
Andrew’s hips buck a little harder, his nails dig slightly into Jamie’s shoulder and he moans a little louder before he’s spilling over both of their stomachs.
Andrew collapses onto him and Jamie just holds him for a second before the grossness of having cum between them sets in.
“We should clean up.” Jamie suggests into Andrew’s shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m capable of moving. You’ve completely fucked me up with only a handjob.”
“I’m glad.”
“I’m gonna get you back for this. I’ll fucking blow you away.”
“You already did that.”
“No, you're fine. You’re all like composed-” Andrew pauses before his voice raises slightly. “You fucker.”
Jamie just giggles while Andrew starts to insult him, but after about seven swear words and two fake threats of violence, Jamie kisses him to shut him up.
“You mother-” Andrew starts after he breaks the kiss.
“Shh. It was really good, ok? I loved it.”
Andrew presses a little kiss into Jamie’s shoulder.
“We are so gross.” Andrew comments as he moves to sit next to Jamie, exposing the smeared cum on both of their stomachs.
“I’ll go get a washcloth.”