Andy leaned into the hug but he was slow to put his own arms around Taj and when he did he petted him slow and almost heavy, nearly clumsy. He squeezed once when Taj said he loved him and his knees felt weak, his body called and things around him distant when Taj suggested they move to the bed. He might have heard his ears ringing.
Taj calling his name rebrought his focus around and with no noise he turned the eskimo kiss into a real kiss, dipping his head to catch Taj's mouth with his, pushing his body against his brother's taller frame, suddenly liquid sex like he'd never really been with Taj before, back when they'd made love and it had been honest and awkward and true.
"Taj-" he said again and this new Andy's voice dripped with nothing but need. "Taj, Taj, I need you." his hands skimmed back and forth over the waistband of Taj's trousers. "Please, I need you." he pushed in to kiss again, still pressing in, trying to push them towards the bed.