Garrett x Andrew (one-shots)

No Strings Attached

Warning: SMUT

Andrew didn't know how they got here. Once they had started, it was a spiral from there really, once became twice, twice became regularly and now it was almost every night. I mean, don't get him wrong, he wasn't complaining because it's amazing. The best sex he's had since that adventurous one night stand with Megan Batoon.

Andrew isn't sure how his body is coping with this much sex right now, surely he should have dropped dead at this point? Like death by orgasms?What a way to go. Instead it's just pleasantly sore. Pleasant in a way that memories keep flooding back when he shifts the wrong way in this chair, sending a sharp jolt up his spine when he's at the office or how he can feel his belt rubbing against the bruises on his hips.

Anyway, it all comes to head one night when they're basking in the afterglow of great sex, for the third time since Monday, and it's only Tuesday. Andrew is perfectly happy with the way he has himself curled around the taller man, with his legs tangled with Garrett's and his face pressed into his neck, enjoying the smell of sex and just...well...Garrett. God he smells good. Andrew gets clingy and emotional post sex.

"I feel like we should talk about whatever this is." Garrett stated.

"Why this exact moment? I was enjoying a nice nap here." Andrew murmured against the warm skin Garrett's neck, burrowing in a little more.

"Well, we've had sex 14.5 times since last Monday..."

"How can you have a decimal with sex? Is it that time I blew you and you didn't return the favour?" Andrew interrupted, pouting slightly even though he held no resentment for it.

"Yes it was, so since you have feelings for me..."

"Woah, woah, slow down there." Andrew interrupted again, but this time he pushed himself out of bed, pulling his boxers up totally ungracefully while hopping on one foot. "Sex doesn't mean love." He turned away and with his clothes back on he strode towards the couch, picking up his phone to check his notifications.

"Oh, well, uh...it seems like I misunderstood. I should go." He heard Garrett say before leaving the apartment.

Andrew sighed. Everyone in Shane's fanbase and probably the whole internet knew that he was desperately, completely and hopelessly in love with Garrett. A man who is so perfect, more than he'll ever be, someone who deserves a better man. Garrett gets excited easily over the smallest things, so he's probably not "in love" with Andrew...the feeling will soon fade when he realizes who he's stuck with.

Sex was as close as Andrew could get because while Garrett's short nails are trailing up his arm and the steady breaths are falling against Andrew's sweaty forehead, he could pretend that maybe it was love. Maybe they would have kids and grow old together and get a little house somewhere...No! Andrew was getting ahead of himself...That was not happening.

The next day, Andrew was at Shane's house helping the squad film one of their crazy videos. Although at the moment, Morgan, Ryland and Shane have head out to the shops to get a few supplies, so that leaves the two lovers by themselves.

"Andrew, I need to talk to you."

"Go on then." He says, not really in the mood to talk.

"This is scary and I know it is because even the thought of ever losing you scares me so much. I hope you know that there is no one else in the whole universe that I want more than you. Yeah, the sex is great, amazing really, but I want more than that. I know it's hard to believe these words because it's hard for me to believe that someone like you would actually want to be with someone like me."

At this, Andrew chanced a look up at the other man from the previously infinitely interesting subject of the pile of dog hair on the floor. "How do you know that I want to be with you? Why would you say that?" He finally replies, trying to seem nonchalant, but he was sure the way he was biting his lip gave it away.

"Shane told me."

Oh yes, Andrew had forgotten momentarily that in his emotional state last night he had called his friend and confessed everything.

"So...you...you're really in love with me?" Andrew's eyes widen. He's dreaming. He must be dreaming.

"Yeah, I am...Andrew, are you alright?" He raises an eyebrow at Andrew who is having a hard time processing this. He manages to gain composure and surges up at Garrett, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Andrew mutters apologies against Garrett's lips between each kiss, pushing him against the wall and cupping his face.

"You don't need to say sorry. Both of us have been stupid." Garrett tells him and Andrew manages a nod as he feels Garrett's warm fingers pulling at the bottom of his shirt, breaking the kiss for a split second to pull it over his head and then Andrew returns the favour.

"What about if our friends come back?" Garrett asks.

"They'll be gone for a while. Sofa. Now. Please." Andrew pulled at Garrett's waist until the two of them fall onto the couch.

It wasn't long until Andrew felt fingers pulling down his trousers and then watching them being tossed onto the floor. Luckily Andrew was going commando, as he likes to do occasionally, and was also already hard so this sped up the process. Garrett roughly pulled Andrew's knees up and started leaving little kisses from the bend of his knee and stopping just short of his hole, then starting again from the other knee, drawing a whimper from the man below him.

"Wait...we don't have lube." Andrew whines, but then Garrett reaches into his jacket pocket which is lying next to the sofa and pulls out a sachet of lubricant.

"I always come prepared these days."

Finally, Andrew hears the familiar sound of a sachet being ripped open as he rests his head back. Then he suddenly feels the blunt press of a finger against his hole. The first finger slipped in easily, the second came without even any burn, then the fingers were scissoring and curling, opening him up.

"Garrett, come on! I'm ready." Andrew cries.

Garrett unzipped his trousers and pulled his boxers down, just far enough to get his dick out. With one hand placed next to Andrew's head and the other holding the base of his dick, he slid in carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort on Andrew's face, but when he saw none, he continued and bottomed out. Andrew moaned, he loved the feeling of being full, he loved Garrett's dick filling him up especially. After giving the other a moment to regain himself, he clenched experimentally and watched Garrett's face flush. A gentle rhythm started, the two sharing loving kisses and Andrew running his fingers through Garrett's hair, but it wasn't enough.

"Fuck me harder." Andrew taunted, tightening his legs, his heels pushing Garrett further in. Garrett practically growled before pulling out nearly all the way, then pushed back in, hard. He set a punishing rhythm that had Andrew a withering, sweating mess.

"Yeah, you're so good to me, Garret. Don't stop." He was starting to get incoherent and he could hardly get words out without moaning, but he didn't care. His nails were leaving angry, red trails up the other's back and he was sure the rest of the squad were going to be back any minute, but nothing else mattered expect the feeling of Garrett's cock stretching him out and his lips against his.