promise you’ll remember that you’re mine // don and neil
“I didn’t walk across campus naked.” That was bound to have broken some hearts, including his own. But it was also exactly what Don had expected, although it was disappointing nonetheless. He was just counting down the days until he would be able to convince Neil to walk around naked, because it would probably cure cancer and end war everywhere. “Mhh,” he wobbled his eyebrows, trying for nonchalant as he snaked his arms around the coach. Which he did not do because he liked holding Neil or because it made him feel warm and fuzzy, no, nope, so not because of that. “All the way across campus?” Don wondered aloud, eyebrow quirked. His gaze flickered to the coach momentarily before settling back on Neil, and he pushed the man towards it, letting go of him. “Have a seat, coach DeAngelo.”
“I missed you,” said Neil with a shrug, not bothering to mention that he had almost yelled at the kitten because it would not stop biting him because he wasn’t going to have the you-should-neuter-your-cat talk with the professor a second time. Neil rolled his eyes with a mild air of impatience at being steered into the couch. As his calves bumped against the back of the plus piece of furniture, his eyes flickered across it for only have a second before grinning at Don, eyebrows raised as he quickly hooked his hands around the other man’s hips, planting a firm kiss on his mouth. He didn’t really mind that Don had spent the last week not with him and very much with every slutty professor in New Orleans, as long as he remembered certain blondes at UCLA who walked long distances to kiss him. No, he didn’t mind at all, didn’t even care.
“Didn’t quite catch that, Neily,” he announced, before pecking him on the lips, a shit-eating grin on his face. Even though Don had heard -well, read- it before, it was nice to actually hear it in person. Of course, that meant Neil probably expected him to say it out loud too, but even the thought of doing so was enough to make him feel queasy. Having Neil’s hands on his hips, and receiving a kiss turned the queasy feeling into a warm and fuzzy one, but Don reminded himself that that was just because he hadn’t gotten laid in forever, yep, that was it. “So, honey oats,” he began, lazily dropping into the cushions, “how are you?”
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Neil gave Don a displeased look despite his smile. “I missed you,” he repeated obligingly, raising his eyebrows sli,...
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“Didn’t quite catch that, Neily,” he announced, before pecking him on the lips, a shit-eating grin on his face. Even...
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