Andy felt the cold as the skin of his back was exposed but it was just a pleasant coolness against the way his whole body suddenly seemed too hot as Gabe's hand pushed further up. He remembered how this had felt from years ago, when they were younger, before Andy had fucked everything up; it still felt as exciting and delicious and as sweet as it had before if not more so now. He'd been without it for so long that just that touch was more than he could have wanted and more than he felt he deserved, but he cherished it more because he knew what it was like to not have it.
Gabe really needed to think for them both here because his world was narrowed down to Gabe and his hands. He missed the touch of one when the other moved but it wasn't so bad because it came round to his mouth. He let Gabe smooth over his lip, his tongue peeking out to lick over the tip of it as it passed and now his pupils were blown, his eyes dark and needy. He felt like he hadn't taken a breath until Gabe spoke and it came again.
Gabe was right, there was that. It doused him a little but not totally. Gabe moved so that Andrew was between his legs and he found that he could just lean forward and be pressed up against the length of Gabe's torso. He had ideas. He kissed Gabe on the mouth, something that spoke of his desire but remained restrained as well. When he stopped to speak he only moved enough that he could get his words out. "We could hop over the other side of this wall?" he suggested with a slight grin.