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Fuck Me Shoes Ch 03

Fuck Me Shoes Ch 03

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The evening was finally over; Neil causing quite a stir in his red dress. But his was something the Foxes were used to. Neil had been causing a stir everywhere he went for as long as they'd known him.

First, as a small-town nobody being recruited into a college Exy league, hand-picked by world-famous 'son of Exy' Kevin Day.

Then as a smart-mouthed rookie, not shy of expressing his thoughts, on and off the field. He even managed to breach Andrew's defences.

Soon after he caused a stir by openly challenging Riko Moriyama, captain of the fearsome Evermore Ravens, creating a blood feud that led to his incarceration at Evermore for two weeks, two weeks where he suffered at the hands of the Ravens and Coach Tetsuji on the court, and at the end of Riko's blades off the court.

Neil was left with new scars across his torso and hands added to the ones he already had from a life of abuse and 9 years on the run from a dangerous man, and a tattoo of the number 4 on his cheek.

He was broken and despaired. Riko had claimed him as property. But Neil had called him out for his cruelty and dysfunctionality on national tv about it. When the Foxes finally beat the Ravens, and Riko, at the Exy Championship Finals, Neil finally laid that battle to rest. He had survived, built himself up from nothing, and was stronger than ever, especially with Andrew at his side.

Next was the debacle of his true heritage. As the only son of the Baltimore Butcher, Neil was kidnapped by his own father, who intended to kill him for the 'disappointment' he turned out to be. By running from his father for 9 years, Neil had embarrassed his father, and those his father worked for, and because he knew too much of the crime lord's business, was a dangerous loose end that had to be tied off.

But Neil survived that skirmish as well, thanks to his mother's brother (who executed The Butcher), the Foxes who took him back with no reservation, and thanks to Andrew, who stood behind him resolutely, an immovable force, from whom Neil could draw strength.

Neil was left with more battle scars; his father's 'fixer' used a dashboard lighter to burn off the tattoo on his face, and then systematically destroyed the skin on his forearms, wrists and knuckles with blade and heat.

Neil now wore those scars shamelessly in his red dress. He was proud of himself and everything he had survived. He was proud of his relationship with Andrew, and he was finally truly comfortable in his skin. Everybody in attendance that night could see the changed man before them, and nobody dared comment on his choice of wardrobe. The looks on the faces of the Foxes was enough to silence them.

Neil was busily chatting to Matt and Dan (he another backliner and she, their captain), when he felt Andrew's hand on his thigh. Without flinching, and without anyone noticing, he placed his hand over Andrew's. When Andrew gave a light squeeze, Neil acknowledged with a nod that only Andrew saw. It was time to go.

Neil got up, hugged and kissed the girls Renee and Allison, as well as Andrew's cousin Nicky. Nicky was a real drama queen, and by far the most emotive on the team, but he was startled into silence at the light kiss Neil placed on his cheek. Neil smiled at him, mouthed the words Thank You, and flicked a meaningful glance at Andrew.

Nicky understood; Neil was thanking him for taking care of Andrew as best as he knew how, until Neil could come and save him. Until they could save each other.

Neil and Andrew left the banquet hand in hand, to a few good-natured cat-calls and a smattering of applause.

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They were finally in the car on their way home. Once out of traffic, Andrew stretched his hand across to rest over Neil's thigh.

"Yes or no?" he asked.

Neil smiled in the darkness and said "Yes, always yes."

Andrew placed his large hand on Neil's thigh, where he drew lazy circles, each movement bringing his hand closer to Neil's cock. Neil's breathing faltered and sped up, seemingly loud in the car.

Andrew cast a questioning glance at Neil, wondering why Neil's hands were fisted in his lap.

"Problem?" he asked at length.

Neil shook his head, swallowed audibly, and replied "I'd prefer it if we didn't crash the car".

Andrew smiled at that, and sped up slightly. His boy needed to get home.

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Getting out opposite Neil, Andrew looked at him over the roof of the car.

"I can't wait to strip that dress off you. Those fuck-me heels, however, will stay on. I love how they make your legs look."

Neil smiled at him and replied, "You should see what they do to my ass", walking towards the front door and leaving a dumbstruck Andrew behind.

Andrew hurried to lock the car and raced after Neil.

Once in the bedroom, Andrew carried out his threat, motioning for Neil to turn his back to him, where Andrew started to undo the laces that held the dress together. He brushed his fingers lightly across Neil's skin, and was rewarded with goosebumps all over Neil's back. He stepped back when the laces were undone, whispered at Neil to turn around, and watched as Neil shimmied out of the dress, leaving a pool of red fabric at his feet.

All Neil was wearing was the black fuck-me stilettoes and a matching black thong. A thong, for fuck's sake.

"Fuck" was all Andrew could say, before Neil stepped closer with a question in his eyes.

He raised his hands to Andrew's corset buttons; Andrew having discarded the jacket when they came in.

Andrew looked at Neil's earnest open face, and said a simple "Yes".

Neil slowly undressed him, taking care to avoid touching his skin, although Andrew had given him permission to. This was why Andrew could tolerate Neil's touches after all the abuse he'd suffered at the hands of men; Neil would stop without hesitation if Andrew told him to. He never went beyond what Andrew could or would allow.

Watching the care with which Neil treated his body, love bloomed hot in his chest, and he leaned over to Neil for a kiss.

The kiss was sweet and slow, light touches of lips with a hint of tongue. Neil smiled into the kiss and placed his hands lightly in Andrew's blond hair, the only place that was always safe.

Andrew looked down at Neil's bulging thong, and remembered the passionate encounter in the stateroom. He looked up at Neil and said "Your turn. Yes, or no?"

Neil flushed from chest to ears, but breathed out a "Yes" immediately.

"Where can I touch?" Andrew asked.

"Everywhere. Just touch me everywhere", was Neil's reply.

Andrew turned Neil around to face the bed, and told him to hold onto the baseboard. Neil was right; those heels made his ass look phenomenal. Andrew placed a hand between Neil's shoulders and pressed him down, so that his ass was in the air. What a glorious sight. Andrew felt himself stir, but this was Neil's turn, and he wanted to make it good for him.

"Gonna get you ready," Andrew said softly as he peeled the thong down Neil's legs.

He was not expecting what he saw when he parted Neil's legs with a touch on each ankle.

There, between Neil's buttcheeks, was the jewelled end of a buttplug. Andrew stilled completely, all the air having left his lungs. The sight before him made him instantly and achingly hard. Neil was ready for him. And had been all night.

Andrew knew he'd been still too long when Neil cast a worried look over his shoulder. "Is that ok?" he hesitantly asked.

Andrew heaved in a breath and responded immediately.

"Oh god, baby, you're perfect! I don't know how long I'm going to last, with you looking like that."

Neil looked over at Andrew with purpose, and clearly said, "Well, then fuck me." He bent his head forward and wiggled his ass in invitation.

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Andrew didn't hesitate. He placed his palms flat on Neil's butt cheeks, rubbing and stroking, while kissing Neil's back and whispering soothing noises.

He drew his right hand away and brought it down in a smack across Neil's ass hole, right over the jewel of the plug. Neil cried out, and begged for more. Andrew obliged with two more, and then soothed Neil back down with small circles and light kisses.

Andrew reached between Neil's legs and took Neil's cock in hand. Neil hissed at the sensation, tossing his head back and moaning loudly. Andrew looked down at his boyfriend, who was flushed and breathless and wrecked. He reveled in the knowledge that it was him, Andrew, that drove Neil to the edge.

He kept pulling at Neil's cock, alternating between short strokes and long, hard tugs and soft caresses. As he felt Neil tightening for climax, Andrew stepped away completely, wrenching a startled yelp from Neil. Andrew placed a soothing hand on Neil's back, saying "Easy, baby, easy".

He firmed his left hand between Neil's shoulder blades, and used his right to pull at the plug. Another loud moan escaped Neil's mouth, and he tried to straighten up at the feeling. Andrew kept him in place, and with a final tug, pulled the plug out completely.

Neil keened in response, bucking his hips back, his hole clenching. Andrew quickly placed two fingers in Neil, and slowly moved them around. The sounds Neil were making were indescribable; not moans, not groans, not quite growls. Andrew added a third finger, and then a fourth, all the while keeping Neil still with his hand on his back. Neil was bucking back in earnest, fucking himself on Andrew's fingers, and Andrew felt ready to explode.

"What do want?" Andrew asked, ramming his fingers against Neil's sweet spot. Neil moaned something unintelligible, causing Andrew to smile.

"Use your words, baby", Andrew rebuked, nipping at Neil's ass.

"Fuck you!" Neil eventually managed to cry out. "Fuck me!" followed a second later.

"You should've just said so," Andrew said, a smile on his lips. Neil let out an angry sound, and was rewarded with another nip. Andrew took his fingers away, leaving Neil to buck back onto nothing but air.

"Neil, yes or no?" Andrew ground out, positioning his cock at Neil's entrance.

"YES! GOD, YES!" Neil screamed, and that was all it took for Andrew to ram himself home.

He sheathed himself to the hilt in Neil's ass, loving the warm tightness that surrounded his cock. Neil was ready, so ready, but always tight, so tight.

Andrew stilled as he waited for Neil to adjust, and when he felt Neil's hips start to move, Andrew withdrew until just his tip was still in, and slammed home again. The rewarding hiss from Neil spurred him on, and he knew neither of them would last long. He rammed into Neil repeatedly, hitting that sweet spot again and again. Neil's cries and moans became louder, and Andrew felt his balls tightening in response.

Andrew reached down and gripped Neil's cock in his right hand, and pumped in sync with the movements of his hips. He felt Neil stiffen and then he cried out Andrew's name, coming in thick spurts over Andrew's hand. Andrew kept pistoning in and out, drawing out Neil's orgasm, until he finally couldn't hold back, and allowed himself to come loudly, filling Neil's ass with cum. He kept rocking his hips in and out of Neil's hole as he came down from his high, never stopping the stroking motion of his hand on Neil's cock.

Eventually they both shuddered, and sank down onto the floor as one.

Andrew lay flat on his back, watching the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. Neil lay between his legs, his back to Andrew's front, heaving shuddering breaths in and out of his lungs.

Andrew recovered first, and using his superior strength, picked up his lighter boyfriend and gently laid him on the bed. Neil smiled gently at him as he used a warm cloth to clean them both.

When Andrew was done cleaning them, he sat on the bed and took Neil's feet into his lap. They were both naked, but Neil still wore the fuck-me shoes.

Andrew removed the shoes, and firmly massaged the balls of Neil's feet, soothing the ache there. He kissed the arch of each foot in turn, eliciting a little giggle from Neil, and Andrew smiled in return. He made as to get up, but Neil patted the bed beside him.

"We're naked", Andrew said.

"Really? I hadn't noticed", came Neil's response.

"That mouth of yours will get you in trouble," Andrew said, laying down behind Neil, the big spoon.

Neil glanced over his shoulder at Andrew with a smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.

"Promise?"

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