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“Do you ever feel lonely, Andrew?”
Andrew looks up from his keyboard, giving Zubin a confused look. “Yeah, sometimes.” He shrugs, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the man sitting on his bed to write a few notes on one of several pieces of paper he kept near whenever he played. “Why’d you ask?” He asks, glancing up at Zubin momentarily.
“I… ugh. You know how I broke up with Anna, like, a year ago?” Andrew nods, tapping out a couple more notes, then jotting them down. “I haven’t been with anyone since, and it’s kinda getting to me, man. I think I’m depressed.” Zubin sighs loudly, rubbing a hand over his face.
Andrew looks up at Zubin so fast it nearly gives him whiplash. “Oh, Zubin… I’m so sorry. I’m always here for you, you know that, right?” Zubin just shrugs, staring unhappily up at the ceiling. “I’m just so lonely, Andrew, I don’t know what to do with myself. I might…” He trails off, tilting his head to gaze at Andrew, his expression unreadable. “I think I might kill myself.”
Andrew’s already crying by the time he’s reached his bed, pulling Zubin into a tight hug before he can resist. “Zubin, no, y-you can’t— I’ll— Oh, Zubin—“ He pushes his face into the other man’s chest, sniffling and whining into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Zubin strokes the back of his head, silent. “I-I can help you, Zubin, you don’t have to do that! I promise, Zubes, whatever you need, re-really.” Andrew murmurs against him, soothed by the gentle repetitive motion of Zubin’s hand on his hair. “You should think about therapy.” He suggests, voice wavering.
“Yeah. Thanks, Andrew, really. You’re such a good friend, Andy, I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Zubin tells Andrew, smiling down at him. He swipes his thumb over his tear-soaked cheek, chuckling when Andrew flinches. “You’re lonely, right? If you want, we could go out to a bar or something tonight. I’ll help you find a girlfriend.” Andrew suggests, moving back and grimacing at the wet spot his tears had left on Zubin’s chest.
“That sounds great.” Zubin murmurs, pulling Andrew onto the bed and wrapping him up in a firm hug. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but having Andrew crying in his arms had turned him on in spite of the circumstance. Hell, it was even hotter knowing he’d been the one to make him weep like that. The only issue was he now had Andrew right up against him, and his half-hard dick wasn’t exactly easy to miss considering it was pressing against Andrew’s stomach.
Andrew’s expression shifts from teary-eyed relief to something between nervousness and embarrassment, squirming minutely in Zubin’s hold. “Uh… Zubes? You’re, uh—“ He quiets, cheeks flushing. Zubin’s eyes go wide in faux-panic, scrambling away from Andrew with a little wail. “Oh my god, Andrew, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why that’s happening, really, I—“ He lets crocodile tears roll down his cheeks, failing to hide his face behind his hands while Andrew sputters. “I’m a total creep. Fuck, maybe I really should kill myself.”
Andrew rushes to reassure him, a fresh wave of tears brimming in his eyes. “Zubin, no! It’s just— it’s natural, you can’t help it! You’re not a creep.” He insists, hugging Zubin again. “You’re so incredible, Zubin, y-you’re one of the greatest people I know. I’d miss you so much.” Andrew whispers into his shoulder. Zubin sighs and hugs him back, carefully angling his hips so his hard-on presses against Andrew again. Andrew makes a soft, nervous sound, but doesn’t move.
“Andrew…” Zubin murmurs, pushing his hips more roughly against Andrew. He sighs, raising his head to meet Zubin’s eyes. “I’ll help you if you want. I said I’d do whatever you needed, and I—“ He takes a deep, shaky breath, glancing away for a moment. “I meant it. Anything you want, Zubin.” It’s difficult to hide the glee Andrew’s promise brings him, but he manages. Zubin keeps his face neutral as he guides Andrew to lie back on the bed, his hands shaking with excitement all the while.
He sets them on Andrew’s waist, keeping his hold gentle as he slowly rocks their hips together. The friction sends sparks dancing up Zubin’s spine, startling a little groan out of him. Andrew peers blearily up at him, silent and docile as Zubin grinds against him. It’s nice, but boring, and Zubin grows tired of it quickly. He stops moving with a sigh, giving Andrew a mildly disdainful look before leaning back. “I don’t know, Andrew, you just don’t seem like you want to help me.” He says lightly. Andrew takes the bait perfectly, shaking his head while he sits up.
“No, Zubin, I do! I just— I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m nervous.” He admits, averting his eyes. “Aw, no, it’s okay! Here, do you want me to show you what to do?” Zubin murmurs, voice saccharine-sweet. Andrew nods. “That’s perfect, Andrew. This’ll be easy, I promise. You just need to kneel down and open your mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.” He coos, cupping Andrew’s cheek.
Zubin swings his legs off the mattress, spreading them invitingly, and grins when Andrew clambers off the bed to settle on the ground between them. Zubin slowly undoes his pants, the hiss of his zipper loud in Andrew’s otherwise quiet room. Andrew’s eyes dart from Zubin’s face to the undefined bulge of his cock in his loose boxers, an excited tremor running through his body. Zubin cups Andrew’s face in one hand, thumbing at his cheek for a few moments before drawing his hand back to pull his boxers out of the way.
Zubin smirks down at Andrew, more than satisfied by the downright shocked look on his face. Zubin was well aware that he was above average, both long and remarkably thick, but the reactions his size brought from his sexual partners never got old. “Okay. Open, please.” Zubin hums, grinning when Andrew’s mouth falls open immediately. “Thank you,” He whispers, grasping his cock by the base to guide it into Andrew’s mouth.
He sinks easily into the soft heat, shuddering as he’s enveloped by overwhelming warmth and wetness. “Oh, Andrew, fuck… your mouth feels incredible.” Zubin murmurs, giving him a small smile. Andrew blinks back up at him, remaining still and placid, just as Zubin had told him to. “Such a good listener.”
Zubin winds his fingers into Andrew’s soft hair, keeping a gentle hold on it as he rocks his hips into him. “Good boy, Andrew, you’re being so good for me,” He sighs, giving Andrew’s hair a tug as he pushes deeper. Andrew gags, but stays still aside from an involuntary shudder. “Mhm. Just like that, Andy, feels so good, ” Another pull at Andrew’s hair has him making a weak, muffled noise around him, vibrating pleasantly through Zubin’s cock and up his spine.
Zubin lets out a long, wavering groan, growing more rough in his movements. A sharp thrust paired with a firm push to the back of Andrew’s head has Andrew’s nose brushing against the dark curls at the base of Zubin’s dick. “You’re good at this, aren’t you, Andrew? It’s almost like you were made to suck me off.” He says softly, grinding slowly into Andrew’s throat as he strokes his hair.
Tears well in Andrew’s eyes when Zubin grabs his hair more roughly, holding him in place while he slides in and out of his hot, wet mouth. “Oh, fuck— Andrew, I’m getting close.” Zubin warns, eyes fluttering shut when Andrew swallows around him. Spit soaks his plush, reddened lips, more dripping down his chin with each thrust.
“So pretty,” Zubin coos, brushing away the tears dripping down Andrew’s cheeks. “You’re so sweet, such a good boy for me, mm- mhm– ” He cuts himself off with an embarrassingly high whine, pushing his cock into Andrew as deep as he could reach. Andrew chokes, trying to move back, but Zubin’s hands tighten in his hair to keep him in place. “Holy shit, Andrew, yeah– just a bit longer, baby, you can wait, right?”
Andrew makes a loud, muffled noise in response, tears rolling steadily down his cheeks, and stops struggling. “Good boy, Andy, ohh, c-cumming–” Zubin gasps out, shuddering, and yanks on Andrew’s hair so hard he yelps– or, tries to, considering it’s nearly impossible to make any sort of noise with so much cock in his mouth. Zubin screws his eyes shut, practically drooling as his cock pulses in Andrew’s throat.
“Andrew, A-Andyyy, such a good boy, oh, f-fuck! ” Zubin whines. His hands slacken in Andrew’s hair, falling loosely to his sides as he slumps back against the bed. “Holy shit, dude,” Zubin whispers. His head spins with the aftershocks, hips unconsciously twitching up into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew sits back, letting Zubin’s softening cock slip from his mouth with a wet cough.
Andrew groans quietly, tipping his head to rest against Zubin’s thigh. “My throat hurts.” He complains. His voice is rough and raspy, sort of like he’s sick, and Zubin would be concerned if he didn’t have concrete proof it’d been caused by something else entirely (Hint: his dick). “I know, Andy, I’m sorry. C’mere?”
Andrew stands on shaky legs, practically collapsing onto the bed next to Zubin. Andrew wraps his arms around him, snuggling close with a rough sigh. “You did so good, Andy. I’m proud of you.” Zubin murmurs, kissing him on the forehead. Andrew grins, tipping his face up to connect their lips in a brief, soft peck before retreating, obviously embarrassed.
“‘m hard. Can I… can I touch myself? Please?” He whispers, hiding his face in Zubin’s shoulder. Zubin laughs softly, raising a hand to gently stroke the back of Andrew’s head. “Yeah, of course, Andrew. Make yourself feel good for me. Please?” Zubin hums, cheering internally when Andrew gasps.
He closes his eyes, hearing the rustle of fabric and a low moan from Andrew, then the slick sound of Andrew’s hand over his cock. He trembles next to Zubin, stifling the delicious sounds he was making, and it takes less than a minute for him to fall apart entirely. “Good boy.” Zubin murmurs. Andrew only whines in response.