Well.

He’d figured it out.

Corey hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he wasn’t so stubborn that he was going to ignore it once he figured out exactly why he couldn’t pull his attention away from Andrew.

The kid was...ideal. Definitely naive, completely blinded by his love for Sally and far too well meaning - he was the kind of guy the world was going to chew up and spit out, a guy his Dad would call ‘Born Road Kill’. He was the kind of guy that desperately needed someone to watch after him and protect, yet he was constantly fretting over Corey.

And apparently Corey’s dick appreciated all the attention - a lot. Maybe because it was the first time in his entire fucking life someone cared for him or actually went out of their way to help him, but his body really reacted to Andrew. It was mortifying, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

Corey liked to be in complete control, and Andrew seemed to like being the submissive one in the relationship, given by the fact he was with Sally. Andrew was someone that needed to be protected or even maybe rescued, and Corey was the kind of guy that appreciated being wanted, appreciated when someone needed him. And when Corey was completely fucking stuck on his own misery, Andrew was the one who took care of him and made sure he was comfortable.

That was all exactly what Corey’s dick needed to finally get going. He struggled with allowing his mind to go there and actually entertain thoughts like that - thoughts of being with someone like Andrew. He tried to imagine a woman like Andrew, but that didn’t do it for him. The only thing that seemed to interest him was thinking actual Andrew - thinking of cornering him, grabbing him, dragging him to his bed and pinning him down. Just the thought of that alone, holding Andrew down while the other man stared up at him with those big doe eyes- that fucking did it for him.

At the rate he’d been wanking off to that image the past couple days while he had the house to himself, he was pretty sure he’d be able to make up for the lost time.

And if that was it, Corey would probably be fine, but he found himself irrationally frustrated over other things. Less sexual things. Completely non sexual things. Seeing Sally and Andrew in the morning together making breakfast, or the two of them just talking about what they were going to do that day - he fucking wanted it. He craved it desperately. He felt like some love starved, touch starved child, and maybe he was.

He must have been, because he didn’t even fucking know the kid all that well, and yet here he was, fucking jealous to the bone of Sally.

He wanted Andrew. He tried to think of someone else he wanted, or maybe something about the kid that bugged him enough that he could be turned off, but he couldn’t. Everything about Andrew just sang to him and made him ache.

The kid’s work schedule changed, and suddenly he was spending way more time with Andrew. That was when Corey really got fucked, because Andrew was pretty much fussing over him all day long when he wasn’t sleeping.

Andrew got home in the morning now and right after he came home, he’d find Corey wherever he was passed out somewhere on the first floor of the house and take care of him. He’d clean him up, get him water, fix him a smoothie before he helped him up the stairs. Andrew would then help him get changed out of his clothes and into something more comfortable, tuck him into bed. Corey would lay there, eyes closed but still conscious as he listened to Andrew move about the room, neatening things up before he quietly went off toward Sally’s room.

Corey could hear Sally’s obnoxious sex noises all the way down the hall and Corey would listen to it, thinking of what she was having Andrew doing. He imagined she’d have him on his knees, mouth on her pussy while she pulled on his hair because that was her MO, and Corey would listen and touch himself to it. Not the image of Sally getting off, but of the thought of Andrew on his knees, letting himself be manipulated. Sometimes he’d hear Andrew’s breathy moan and Corey would fucking cum from that alone - Andrew didn’t usually make a lot of noises when he and Sally fucked, but when he did, they were beautiful.

After Corey got off he’d go and clean up before he’d crawl back in bed and pass out, sleeping solidly until he heard Andrew ambling down the stairs, yawning in the light, gaspy way he did. The kid was all gasps and breathy moans. It fucking destroyed Corey. Hearing those sounds - completely innocent noises of Andrew waking up and moving around - made Corey want to hunt him down and jump him.

He didn’t even feel guilty about it. Didn’t feel like he needed to feel guilty. The more he thought about it, the more Corey figured he deserved Andrew way more than Sally. Corey, after all, had been the one that got to sit in a dessert for the majority of fifteen years while Sally was over here fucking barely legal twerps.

To his enjoyment, Andrew would make them both lunch and always came up to give him it in his room. Andrew would ask him how he was, set his meal down on the desk Corey had made a half assed attempt to tape and nail back together, and ask if he needed anything. Corey hadn’t yet figured out what to say to him, so he just communicated with nods or grunts, but Andrew always seemed to understand. Andrew got him.

Andrew would leave shortly after that to grab a couple hours of sleep and Corey wouldn’t see him again until the next morning.

Slowly, Corey was working on trying to get closer to Andrew, but it turns out he was more of a little bitch with this sort of thing than he realized. He never had any genuine affections for someone else so it was like he was having to learn everything for the first time and he was pretty sure he was doing a piss poor job. He never knew what to say because he didn’t want to fuck it up, so most of the time he just sat there like an idiot, staring, but Andrew didn’t seem to mind at all. He was kind like that, didn’t laugh or mock him like Sally would or Corey’s own family.

Lately Corey had been venturing downstairs while Andrew made lunch and they’d eat together and watch tv before Andrew had to leave.

And then one day, fucking Sally figured it out.

She’s caught Corey staring at Andrew one rare morning when the three of them were all downstairs at the same time, and while the kid was fumbling around the kitchen, making an attempt at french toast, Corey had been openly admiring how the younger man’s ass looked in his work slacks and she just fucking got it. It was all over her face. Puzzled, bemused, and then deeply, deeply amused. The smug look on her face made Corey want to bite her.

He had hoped she’d just fucking drop it but he knew her well enough that she wouldn’t, so he just waited.

He didn’t have to wait long. The same day she figured it out, she came home during what he guessed was her lunch and confronted him.

“You want this house, Corey?” She demanded as she entered their home, hurling her briefcase at him. He dodged it and scowled at her. “Because you’re not getting my house!”

“First of all, it’s our house - I paid for it-”

“I remodeled it!” She clapped back.

Corey felt his anger spike. “I funded that remodel!”

“Partially!” She snapped.

“So it’s BOTH of ours!” He snarled. Knowing this wasn’t going to get them anywhere, he waved a hand at her. “But I’d be willing to strike a deal. You get the house. I get something of my own.”

Sally frowned and gave him an inquisitive look before her eyes narrowed suspiciously. She cocked her head a little at him and flicked an eyebrow up in question.

“I want him.” Corey said in a hard tone, “Andrew. I want him.”

She frowned. “Well you’ve already got him cleaning up your puke and making you PB and J sandwiches.” She said irritably. “What more could you want?”

“I want all of him. I want to fuck him. Badly.” He finished lamely.

Her lips pursed as she tilted her head back. “I suspected as much,” She said snidely, “But I don’t think Andrew would go for that -” Here gaze slid off to the kitchen before she added lowly with a troubled look, “He’s completely in love with me.”

“Well don’t you just sound pleased as a pickle about that.” Corey said in the same snide tone.

She scowled at him before she sighed and dragged her feet to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. “It’s made things…difficult.”

Corey smirked at her turned back. “Let me guess. Little Sally-”

“Don’t call me that!” Sally growled over her shoulder.

“-wants to move on?” Corey continued, unfazed. “You never had the attention span to focus on one person for long.” He chuckled darkly.

“A girl gets tired of just one flavor of ice cream.” She mused. “Andrew is solid chocolate. It’s comforting and consistently, you know. Chocolate. But eventually...you might want mint chip.” She said with a playful smile. “Or cookie dough.”

“I’d be fine with chocolate forever, thank you.”

Sally scowled and looked down her nose at him. “You would.” She said in an accusatory tone. “But that’s not the kind of girl I am...and Andrew isn’t like the others.” she said in a weary tone. “He’s…” She frowned and sipped at her drink.

Corey settled back against the couch. “Yeah, I know.”

“No, you don’t know.” Sally snapped, glaring at him. “You’ve been here for like two seconds. I’ve almost been with him for an entire year.” She dropped her gaze to frown down at her drink. “It was a lot of fun at first, and he’s great...but he’s just...to…” she made a gesture with her glass. She gave a hard, frustrated sigh before she wrapped an arm around her waist. “I don’t see Andrew taking a break up well. He’s disclosed a lot of...childhood issues...and I just don’t feel like he’s equipped to accept our relationship ending and...you know...me moving on. Immediately.” she tacked on with pursed lips.

Corey shrugged a shoulder. “So I’ll just swoop in-”

“And glare at him until he accept your affection?” Sally cut it, Corey scowling darkly at her. “Please. You are as romantic as a rock.”

“Diamonds are rocks.” Corey snapped.

“Well a diamond you ain’t.” Sally snapped right back. They bickered back and forth for a few minutes before they fell into a tense silence, Sally sipping her drink as Corey bounced a knee in irritation. After another long minute, Sally frowned. “I have an idea - it’s crazy, but...I think I might know of a way of...easing him into a relationship with you. It would also take off the pressure for you to step up. You can take a little more time and I -” She perked up. “While you have Andrew distracted, I can start moving forward.”

“I’m listening.”

She licked her lips. “Firstly - once you have Andrew, the house is mine completely. None of this shared bullshit. I want the two of you out. Out of my house, and out of my life.”

“Deal.” Corey said easily.

Sally smirked, pleased with herself. “So, we’re going to have to play this just right...”