“PILLOW FIGHT!” with andreil ^_^

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Neil and Andrew were making their bed together. The foxes had all gone on an end of summer trip together to a set of cabins in the woods, far away from the incessant questions from reporters about their upcoming season.
Neil had tossed a pillow at Andrew, assuming he would catch it and put it back in its place, the two having been a bit careless with them the night before. But instead, it hit him in the chest before falling back to the bed. Andrew looked at it a moment before throwing it back at Neil, hard. He lifted the end in one hand, looking at Andrew. Andrew stared back.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Abram.”
“And if I can?”
“Don’t expect mercy.”
“I never have.”
Andrew nodded at this, picked up a pillow of his own, and swung it at Neil’s head.
Neil jumped back, hitting the pillow with his own and knocking it from his hand, getting Andrew hard on the jaw as he went to retrieve it and making him stumble to the side before getting Neil hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, then under the chin, knocking him onto his back. Andrew tried to pin him but Neil got away, getting to the living room and grabbing a second pillow off the couch.
Andrew had followed, throwing a throw pillow at Neil’s head and slamming him hard in the back as he dodged. Neil swung both of his, getting Andrew in the head and the ribs.
The others watched in silence from the porch. Nicky sighed.
“I thought pillow fights were supposed to be sexy.”
Dan grinned. “They’re too competitive to be sexy.”
“Well at the very least Neil could take his shirt off.”
Neil by this point was balanced on top of the couch, unsteady but using the high ground to his advantage. Andrew was attempting to take him out at the back of the knees. Kevin looked like he was about to be sick.
“Our best goalie and striker are purposely trying to injure each other. The season will be over before it starts.”
“They’ll be fine. The worst that will happen is they break a lamp and Allison loses the security deposit.”
Allison seemed unperturbed by the idea, calling for Neil to take Andrews head off while Matt made bets on who would win.
After another twenty minutes Andrew got Neil pinned to the carpet, using the pillow to hold him down by his chest.
“Yield.”
“Death first.”
“That could be arranged.” He was breathing heavily and his face was blank as ever, but Neil could see by the easy set to his shoulders and the casual hold he had on the pillow that he was enjoying himself.
“Yes or no?”
“To killing you? Always yes.” He leaned down and kissed Neil, reaching up with one hand and closing the blinds, blocking the others view from what he intended to do to Neil next.

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