Twenty One (Black Jack!)

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Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 21)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl

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Andy’s POV

I woke up feeling oddly refreshed, the feeling was welcomed since it was something I hadn’t felt in about two weeks. I looked over to see Ian, sleeping beside me sprawled out on my bed, a site I thought I had seen for the last time. Not waking him I rolled out of bed and went to take a shower and shave my scruffy beard.

As I stood in my bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, shaving over the sink, I felt two hands wrap themselves around my waist and I smiled causing me to nick my cheek accidentally. “Ow.”

“Spaz much there Andrew?” he laughed at me, resting his chin on my shoulder and stepping into me closer. I rolled my eyes at him and stuck a square of toilet paper on it before continuing to clean off my face. Ian just stood there watching me in the mirror, hugging me close to him. I couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t work under all this pressure.”

“I’ll give you some pressure,” he said in a husky voice, biting down on my shoulder lightly and letting his groin push into me suggestively. I could feel that he was a little frisky as he turned me around to face him, I leaned down and took his lips in mine, pulling him into my body. He was working on my chest when I heard my cell phone ringing in the bedroom, Ian groaned and leaned his head against my chest, “Don’t go.”

I kissed his forehead, “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” I ran across the room and picked it up as the last bar of ‘hurt’ by nine inch nails came from my cell, “Hello?...hello?” Damn. I missed it. I was about to hang up when, “Andy? You there?”

“Yeah, who’s calling?”

“It’s Kyle! You big fuckin’ tool you! You don’t remember my voice? Has it really been that long? Or did the drugs destroy what brain cells you had left?”

I laughed sitting down on the bed, “I guess so, how ya been?”

“Better than you, my friend. How’s your arm doing?” I could hear Matt arguing with him in the background to put me on speaker phone.

“Better.” Ian had made his way back into the bedroom and was sitting behind me, letting his hands run over my chest slowly and kissing the back of my neck. “Mmm…Much better.”

Kyle’s voice was suddenly hesitant on the other end, “I guess you guys have made up then. You guys aren’t….right now are you?”

I laughed and Ian snickered into my shoulder, shaking his head, “Yeah that’s right…he’s giving me head right now. Just thought I’d keep talking to you because what can I say, you make me hot Kyle.”

I heard a scuffle for the phone and then I was greeted by Matt’s voice, “Hey! I heard that Raycroft, watch what you say to my man!” His voice was that of mock anger and I grinned further. “Don’t make me come over there…I’ll fight you! And….click, you’re on speaker phone now, since I apparently have to keep my eye on you two.”

I groaned quietly again as Ian squeezed his chest into my back, arms wrapped around my torso, lips working over the tense muscles in my neck, “What do you guys…uh….want? I’m busy…” I was beginning to lose my concentration; the boy had a knack for making my mind go completely blank.

I could hear Matt’s giggling over the line as Kyle’s voice drifted back, “We’re going up to Matt’s cottage again this weekend. You guys want to come? Just us four, this time. Keep things cozy.”

Ian grabbed the phone away from me before I could reply, “Sounds good, now fuck off.” He hung up the phone and threw it into an adjacent chair, pouncing on me playfully. I smiled up at him, “Now that’s not very nice.”

“They keep interrupting,” he grinned devilishly, sucking on my bottom lip. “I’ll be glad it’s just us up there though. No more distractions. I’m sure Matt and Kyle won’t mind if we make a little noise either.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing mine,

I hurt myself today…to see if I still feel…I focus on the pain…the only thing that’s real, Stupid cell phone. Ian jumped out of bed and stalked over to the chair picking up my phone, “What?!”

“Easy there tiger…we’ve decided to leave early, it’s Thursday anyways so we’ll avoid the weekend traffic…we’ll be there in an hour…hopefully you guys are clothed.” The two of them burst into laughter and hung up the phone.

Ian put the phone back down and crawled back on to the bed over top of me, resuming his work on my neck and letting a hand slide down my stomach to my groin, I moaned “What…..mmmm….did they s-say?”. He grinned down at me, knowing I was his completely at this moment.

“We’re leaving today apparently. They’ll be here in an hour.”

I sat up, “Then shouldn’t we-“I was hushed by a finger on my lips and a hand on my chest, pushing me back down on to the bed. “Well…they did say we have an hour…”

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I was half way through packing my bag when my doorbell rang, I opened the door to see Kyle standing in the doorway, Matt leaning on his shoulder. I stepped out of the way so they could come in and they crashed on the couch, clearly expecting us not to be ready. They turned on the television Matt in the corner of my couch, arm around Kyle’s shoulders as he leaned into him slightly. It was amusing how fast they assumed this comfortable position, it was like it was automatic.

Kyle gave me a look, “What’s so funny?”

“You guys.”

Matt threw one of my pillows at me, “Go pack little girl we want to make it there before dark!”

I ducked the pillow and ran into my room where Ian was emptying a drawer of his clothes into a duffle bag. I never realised he had a drawer here…I guess he’d spent enough time at my place to accumulate a good amount of clothes. It was a little unnerving having someone live with you, the commitmentphobe in me was beginning to resurface.

I felt a sudden rush of anxiety, where was this going? Was he going to want to move in here? The questions seemed infinite as they filled my head almost instantly, but just as suddenly as they had appeared they disappeared with a smile from Ian. I instantly relaxed as he gazed contentedly at me from where he knelt on the floor, zipping up his bag. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand in his and we walked back into the living room to get Matt and Kyle. From the doorway it looked like they had left as there was no longer anyone on the couch, but as we got closer I saw that this was untrue. Kyle was lying on top of Matt and they were making out like a bunch of teenagers, well…I guess they weren’t too much older, “Alright, alright let’s go kids. Don’t make me pull this car over.”

Kyle grinned sheepishly as he got up off the couch, offering a hand to Matt who got up reluctantly, lips swollen from Kyle’s attacks. “Let’s take your car Andy, it’s bigger.”

“Alright I’ll drive for the first bit,” with that we were on our way up north.