Could you write about Neil just looking at Andrew and his eyes soften and is just really gay ? I love your writing ❤️❤️
Neil pauses by the door. It’s rare that he can walk into the apartment without Andrew being alerted by simply the sound of the key in the lock, but some nights, now, he sleeps more heavily than he used to. That’s good, Neil thinks. He feels safe.
Andrew lies with his back to the wall, blankets bunched around his waist, and arms placed so casually around the pillow that it doesn’t quite look like he’s hugging the blanket. It’s a habit left over from when knives were kept under Andrew’s pillow, Neil knows, but the arm placement is now pure comfort. With his blonde hair out of place, falling over his forehead and the pillow, Andrew almost looks soft. He never looks this unguarded awake.
Neil drops his bag to the floor with a light thud, and Andrew stirs. Neil’s shirt follows, then his jeans, and by the time he’s lifting up the covers to slide into Andrew’s bed, hazel eyes are watching his every moment, alert. “Good morning,” Neil mutters, acknowledging the sunlight that’s streaming through the slightly open curtains.
“Too early,” Andrew responds. It’s not even 5am - Neil’s flight was a later one, and he didn’t manage to get on it until midnight, from an away game. He hasn’t managed to sleep yet. He nods in response.
Andrew traces a finger in an abstract shape on Neil’s shoulder; a ball caught him there earlier, and a bruise must be starting to form. Neil lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and closes his eyes. He lets himself be lulled to sleep by Andrew’s breath and the heat of his body, mere inches away, finally, finally.