concept: andrew lounging about the apartment like a cat
Nora’s said that he hates the cold…. so imagine him curling up in a small patch of sunlight on the floor and taking a little nap
The cats eventually curl up near him, not touching him, but in the same spot of sunlight coming through the windows
Also imagine him plopping his head into Neil’s lap and wiggles around pointedly until Neil starts massaging his scalp and when he starts scratching it, he just. Melts into a puddle of bliss
Neil always wakes up at fuck o’clock in the morning to go on a run; this usually wakes Andrew, but some mornings he’ll sleep in a bit longer. Those are the mornings that Neil will make breakfast instead of Andrew. When he finally gets out of bed, groggy and tired, he slumps over to where Neil is at the stove and lays his head on his shoulder and watches him cook
He’s definitely still a beefcake with all his lifting them heavy dumbbells and using his arms to defend that goal and all that shit
Boys strong and muscles as fuck ok this we all know
BUT
That does not mean our little knife fiend doesn’t have any chub to him ok
He eats ice cream and sweets and drinks dark liquor and milkshakes like working out can only do so much and when you’re consuming that much sugar (god I sound like Kevin) it’s gotta go somewhere
So yes, Andrew’s got that BEEF but it’s under a layer of soft and especially on his tummy
And Neil fucking loves it alright
Soft bellly pillow when they’re watching TV on the couch
The soft squish against Neil’s back when they spoon together
Massaging the fat when they’re going at it in bed, feeling Andrew’s hard abs working under that delicious layer of fat
Neil loves that goddamn chubby tum and gets slightly irritated every time Kevin tries to put Andrew on a diet because wHAT ABOUT THE TUM???!!!??
Andrew doesn’t give a fuck as long as he’s got his sweets and his strength to fuck shit up if he has to
(And if kinda loves it when Neil nuzzles into his tummy or the fat of his thighs, when his fingers knees into the soft flesh
Or when he hears that little content sigh every time Neil settles his back against Andrew’s stomach—almost pulling Andrew on top of him trying to get as much belly as possible—