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Neil's had enough to drink that it all seems like a good idea, but not enough that he's impaired, that this could be taken as a terribly bad idea. He's had enough that the idea has had time to really seem like a great idea, by the time he pulls his phone out and nervously sends a text. A quiet invitation. Maybe he shouldn't be so bold to assume anything, but he doesn't think he's assuming a damn thing. And, after all, it's not like the text said anything as presumptuous as come over let's fuck--Neil isn't nearly so crass as all that. But it's a clear sort of invitation, in private together.

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His dick slides against Neil's, and it feels pretty ridiculously good and, for a moment, Steve can't hold a single clear thought in his head. He tilts his head to catch Neil's mouth with his.

"It tastes so freaking gross." He laughs. "Shit. Maybe later."

"Maybe later," Neil agrees, smiling against Steve's mouth. He slides his hand between them to curl around Steve's cock, stroking even as his hips keep gently rocking against him too. He almost wants to go for it even if the lube would taste bad. It would be worth it.

"C'mon," he murmurs between smudged kisses. "C'mon, Steve, lemme feel it. I wanna feel you come."

And it's Neil's voice, Neil murmuring to him like something from a porno that pushes Steve over the edge altogether. He comes, gasping, his mouth crushed against Neil's, trembling and thrusting up towards him.

He rocks and kisses his way through it, sighing, eating up every noise that Steve makes and stroking him right through. He didn't move just yet, until Steve was more still, and Neil feels more confident about safely sliding to the side.

When it's done, Steve feels boneless and he makes a soft, contended noise, turning his face towards Neil. "So...that was pretty great?"

Neil smiles, blushing a little bit. It's a pretty glowing praise, as far as Neil's concerned, for any sort of first encounter. Clumsy as it was. He's good with pretty great, with the fact that they're looking at each other and Steve hasn't immediately tried to get up.

Sometimes it's small things that feel like victories, he supposes.

"It was," he agrees softly. "Though we're both kind of a mess."

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