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37. “Wanna dance?”
Three years after graduating, Matt finally proposed to Dan, who got so excited she climbed him like the tree he was to kiss him. They ended up having to set the wedding date out almost a year later, so they could get the whole team back for the wedding. And absolutely no one was surprised when Matt asked Neil to be his best man at his wedding, but almost everyone was surprised when he said yes, and then did actual best man duties. Ok, yeah, the bachelor party was a little awkward at first, but Matt didn’t really want a traditional party anyway, all things considered. Matt was more than content with just getting trashed while playing Mario Cart.
The day of the actual wedding, Matt almost bolted because even though he loved and adored Dan, Matt had one of those, she deserves so much better than a washed up Exy player, oh gawd Neil just let me go! moments. But Neil wouldn’t let him and the first thing Matt did post-ceremony was kiss Neil full on the mouth. Most of the Foxes laughed even as most of the other guests stared in horror. Only Andrew didn’t laugh, just finished off his flask after staring at them for several long moments. Eventually he got up and downed five champagne glasses.
Neil wandered back towards their table and looked around for his boyfriend, smiling when he saw him despite Andrew’s grimace. Andrew grabbed another glass, and sipped it as he walked unsteadily towards his boyfriend.
“Hey, you good?” Neil asked as Andrew took his hand.
“Wanna dance?” Andrew asked pulling Neil towards the dance floor. Neil looked around, alarmed, but no one had seen him yet.
“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” Neil suggested, tugging Andrew towards a set of stairs. Andrew let him take him to the roof without much comment. Once alone, Neil turned to Andrew and opened his mouth to ask him what was going on, but Andrew spoke before him.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Neil shook his head. Andrew pulled out of Neil’s grip and curled in on himself.
“Andrew, what’s wrong?” Neil asked. as Andrew walked to the ledge pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Andrew shook his head as he lit a cigarette. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Andrew shook his head, no, again. They could just hear the slow music from the roof. Andrew chugged the rest of the champagne.
“I wanna dance,” Andrew repeated. Neil sighed and closed the gap between him and his boyfriend; he held out a hand and Andrew took it, pulling Neil close. Neil could smell the cologne Nicky had picked out from him. Andrew surprised Neil, pulling him close and leaning into him. They’d been together for years, but Andrew still had very strict touching rules which just made Neil more nervous. They didn’t so much dance as lean close to each other and sway together. As soon as the song changed, Andrew pulled away and took a long drag of his cigarette.
“You gonna talk to me now?” Neil asked. Andrew didn’t say anything for a long time, just stood there smoking. When he finished with his cigarette he lit another with the burning stub. Once done with the second, he turned back to Neil.
“Do you like dancing?” Andrew asked, and Neil shook his head, no.
“What? No! Not particularly.” Andrew nodded and picked at his armband.
“You know I can’t give you this,” he said bluntly, waving his hand about. Neil blinked, not comprehending what Andrew was really saying. “Jeeze, Josten! Why do you have to be so dense?” Neil blinked and waited. “A wedding,” Andrew finally said and Neil sighed.
“Andrew, I don’t want a wedding,” Neil said and Andrew glared at him. “What could possibly make you think I did?” Andrew fiddled with his collar and then shrugged.
“I mean, we’re here aren’t we? You’re the best man, aren’t you?” Andrew asked. Neil sighed a little.
“My best friend asked-” Andrew squawked despite himself.
“I thought I was your best friend.” Neil’s face fell a little. He’d never seen Andrew like this in the past three years, and couldn’t think about the weirdness of the situation.
“Jeeze Minyard, dense much? How much have you had to drink?” Andrew opened his mouth to reply, but Neil interrupted him. “You’re like my best best friend. You’re my boyfriend. I don’t want or need anything else from you. I can’t believe weddings make you the biggest drama king,” he laughed. Andrew made a face.
“I’m not-” Neil pointed at him and Andrew closed his mouth. He closed the gap between them again and leaned into Neil’s space but didn’t touch him. “Can I kiss you? Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Neil whispered and Andrew brushed his lips gently against Neil’s and leaned into him so they could slow dance some more even though a fast song played in the background. Neither of them noticed Nicky and Kevin until it was too late. Nicky ran across the roof from Andrew holding his phone high, laughing at Andrew’s threats if he didn’t fucking delete it right now.
“It’s too cute,” Nicky yelled as Andrew wrestled him to the ground, tugging the phone away. Yelling triumphantly, Andrew got to his feet and threw the phone over the side of the building just missing some wedding guests. Nicky shrugged. “I already saved it to the cloud.” Andrew growled and walked away as Nicky called out to him he owed him a new phone. Shrugging, Andrew stalked down the stairs and Neil followed him, shaking his head a little. He never would have thought that weddings would have such an impact on Andrew.