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the sunshine court aoughhh we're so back

#my tunnel vision is so bad i didnt even read tsc and my eyes zoomed in on neil :p in the corner #the doggies so cute 🥹 love these ouppies #aftg

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let them smooch!! 

((neil is bending his knees a lil so andrew can reach🙏🏻🙏🏻)

#falls to my knees #andweil.....EAGH #aftg

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Inhale

my little entry for @aftg-420-fest !! <3

andreil, 1k words, rated T

summary:

“Want any?” Andrew asks, but he’s not holding out the joint anymore. The next inhale that Andrew takes, he holds for only a few seconds before releasing, the smoke brushing past Neil’s cheek. Neil blinks at the sudden onslaught and he catches on to what Andrew is offering.

read it on ao3 or literally right here!

Inhale

A soft flick of metal striking makes Neil look up.

For a split, panicked second, the sound reminds Neil of a cigarette lighter and the passenger seat of a police car. Before that old terror can take hold, Neil’s gaze catches on Andrew’s face.

His pulse steadies.

Andrew flicks the lighter again and takes a slow drag from the joint he has tucked gently between two fingers on his left hand. Neil’s brain gets stuck on Andrew’s familiar fingers for longer than strictly necessary, but he manages to pry his attention back to Andrew’s eyes.

Judging by the look Andrew is giving him — something unsurprised and almost smug — Neil was obvious in his distraction.

“Staring,” Andrew says, and then takes another, smaller hit, inhaling deeply before releasing the smoke into the air above Neil’s head.

They’re on the roof, and the sun is setting, and Neil likes this so much. He tucks his hands behind his back, officially bidding goodbye to his textbook that’s open on the ground in front of him. He and Andrew have been occasionally coming up here on weekends for hours at a time, now that it’s warm enough to do so. Andrew was a bit smarter for the long term with his pants and orange hoodie, but Neil is perfectly content in running shorts and a long sleeve. He’s sitting in an easy stretch on the blanket that Andrew had brought up with them, his foot a few inches away from Andrew’s.

He pokes Andrew with his socked toes.

“Know what year the War of 1812 was yet?” Andrew asks in retaliation.

Neil doesn’t answer but shuts his textbook, shoves it off to the side, and then scoots in closer.

Andrew holds out the joint in offering, but Neil doesn’t take it. He has smoked with Andrew a few times since Andrew and Aaron picked it up, and doesn’t mind it when they do with more regularity, but he hasn’t really gotten the hang of it yet.

When Neil scoots in even closer, Andrew tucks his legs in so he’s cross-legged between Neil’s outstretched legs. Neil tucks one up and Andrew’s hand immediately goes to his knee, softly running his fingers over Neil’s skin, tracing the shape of his kneecap.

“Want any?” Andrew asks, but he’s not holding out the joint anymore. The next inhale that Andrew takes, he holds for only a few seconds before releasing, the smoke brushing past Neil’s cheek. Neil blinks at the sudden onslaught and he catches on to what Andrew is offering.

He shrugs, and then eyes Andrew’s mouth, where he’s already drawing the joint back to his lips. Andrew wraps his mouth around the filter, and then inhales, his cheeks bowing in with the movement, and Neil doesn’t bother to hide his staring again.

“Andrew,” Neil says.

Lifting his hand from Neil’s knee, Andrew tucks it under Neil’s chin, and draws him close. He squeezes just enough that Neil’s mouth falls open slightly.

His mouth barely an inch away from Neil’s now, Andrew exhales the smoke. Neil doesn’t have to move. He just inhales, sucking in softly, and letting his eyes shut at the feeling of the smoke entering his lungs. It’s easier this way, and Neil hums softly as he lets out the breath.

“More?” Andrew asks, and his voice is low and soft. Neil tries not to get turned on by it. (He fails supremely.)

“Yes,” he says, and Andrew takes another hit, adjusting his hand so he can slide two fingers under Neil’s chin, and pull him in again. This time, Andrew’s lips brush against Neil’s as he exhales and Neil has to focus in order to inhale properly.

Neil has to turn away to exhale and Andrew drops a kiss against the shell of Neil’s ear. Neil turns back to him, and they’re barely a breath apart.

Then Andrew’s mouth is on his, a whispered, “Yes or no?” tucked against his lips. Neil’s responding “Yes” is muffled, but clearly received.

The effect of the weed isn’t immediate, but Andrew’s mouth is, and insistently so. Andrew kisses Neil with an intensity that never fails to absolutely floor him.

They kiss with fervor that only slows slightly as the weed kicks in. It’s barely a buzz in Neil’s skin, just weighing him down, settling his brain a bit. He bites down on Andrew’s lip and then sucks on it, grinning when Andrew inhales sharply. When Neil pulls back just a bit, he finds Andrew’s stare and stifles a smile at how high he looks already — mouth soft, eyes hooded, gaze easy.

“Done?” Andrew asks, holding up the joint, which has long gone out, but could be relit if Neil wanted it. He doesn’t, so he shakes his head. The joint gets dropped unceremoniously on top of Neil’s textbook.

Wind whips across the rooftop, sudden and stinging cold. Neil’s exposed legs get the brunt of it and he shivers, but the gust is short-lived. With the sun this low to the horizon, it is colder than when they first retired to the roof. Neil scoots in closer to Andrew, and Andrew completes the move by gripping Neil around the waist and tugging him up into his lap. Neil wraps his legs lazily around Andrew’s hips.

“Andrew,” he murmurs, face pressed into his hair.

Andrew doesn’t say anything and sets his mouth against Neil’s neck, leaving a kiss there and then tilting his head to run his nose along the same spot.

“Andrew,” Neil says again, and it’s a sigh this time. Barely there, whipped away in the next harsh breeze.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“Stop being so comfortable,” Neil mumbles.

Not rising to the comment, Andrew tucks his face fully into Neil’s neck and rests more of his weight on him.

It’s not Neil’s fault that he falls asleep a little bit. It’s not his fault that he never feels safer than he does in Andrew’s hold.

Andrew doesn’t call him on it. He just holds him. Neil trusts Andrew to take his weight, to hold him there.

Neil trusts Andrew to wake him up if he’s going to smoke more.

#YYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY #i often think i want to give neil a joint. thank you andrew #aftg

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hunk of parmesan: i'm getting so small! 😁 keep going! i wonder if i can get even smaller 😯

microplane, getting more and more delirious with lust as my knuckles get closer to it: he's ruight

#i think of this daily

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i am in love with your art. Not just like how the characters look but like the lines? Like it’s everything. Also very sorry if you’ve answered this before. But like. What is with your username dude

thank you so much!!! i'm so glad!! hope to draw more soon forever

no worries it's just a series of numbers that i like!! that's all :)

#outbox #Anonymous #once you free yourself from the shackles of SEO and brand recognition you can have any username you want #neil josten told me that

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mutuals you would sit on a power line like little birds with

#🐦🐦

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I actually miss it when you don't post king 😭

SORRY i just saw this, that's nice of u to say thank u for thinking of me!!!!!!! the breaks are good for me but i think truthfully i'm a little internet creature and always have been, and i like posting after all :) so i'll always be around!!

look! my friend got me the little gacha cats that look like how i draw neil and andrew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#025.txt #i didn't realize itd been a month too time just keeps going #ANOTHER FRIEND ALSO GOT ME THIS neil kitty but another white kitty as andrew!!! #so cute i'll get pics later

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if only

#YOUR ANDREW 🧎🏻 #every day i see him is a good one #the atmosphere of ur drawings always SO GOOD #little bitty andrew get behind me.. #aftg

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TTHANK YOUUU THANKYOU!!!!!! he is our little ball of lint (affectionate & deeply unwell). puts him in your pocket...take care of him!!!💝

mentally unstable enough to look at @02511213942 's arts and go sobbing (i like their neil so much i cannot even put it into words like????????????? sam's neil josten the man you are.)

#help i thought i replied but i checked again and i dont think it posted #sorry if you embarrassingly get two responses!!! this is so sweet #025.txt

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Fox

#these are the perfect length shorts for him #neil... hes so cute... thank god #life is good #aftg

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nobody trying to steal your jordan’s neil, your father (the jordan snatcher of baltimore) is DEAD

#hi girl u look amazing........... #aftg

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MA!!! THERE'S A WEIRD CAT OUTSIDE!!!!

#🥰 #trigun

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Little kids AU

#SO CUTE... #rolls them up and puts them in my pocket for later #aftg

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Neil & Matt art 🫶

#YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAEEAAA #YESSSSSYEYYEYYAYAYYEYAYAYEYYAYSYES #YAY #matt you are perfect for lifting neil up and spinning him around and neil would let you too #how does it feel to live my dreammm #aftg

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andreil doodle based on this post bc I thought the image was really funny imagine they’re in a library ig

#i like them so much im sixk #andrews acne and neils little outfit and their bandages. kings #aftg

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#soo delighted. chuffed #obj #🐑🐑🐑