Andy hadn't seen Taj's post, Dally's conversations or Chester's attempts to defuse the situation; he'd gone straight from the tailspin the letter had put him into to the message Dally had addressed to him, talking about leaving; from that he had caught on to the way things between the brothers were going, suspected it heavily anyway, and in his current state he had seen it as tru. It terrified him, scared this idea into his head that he could somehow fuck them all back together.
Dally had scared him with the things he'd said, the threats of abandonment, and now Taj was talking about sides, like their family circle even had any. It drove that terror so deep into him that it embedded itself almost as deep as his dad's dirty fingerprints, the shaking becoming tremor that grew fine and more fine until it was little more than a vibration under Andy's skin that shouldn't have been there. He was still pale, eyes direct and nearly hard but the touch of denial glazed in them a little.
He breathed in once, short and sharp after Taj spoke and then Taj kissed him. It triggered him back into the frantic rutting of before and he kept the kiss but got up out of Taj's lap to undo and wriggle his jeans off, naked under them. He pulled back to strip off his tshirt, bruising from the punishment he'd looked for after he'd failed to get Taj now barely a yellowed smudge on his ribs. "I don't need anything." he promised, moving back to Taj but not sitting back down. "You can just do it." he reached to undo Taj's pants, like all Taj needed to do was get his cock out enough to screw him, like anyting more would be giving his brother too much trouble.