Room 232, Sunday Evening

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Tony felt like he should be taking advantage of having the entire room to himself, at least until the new students arrived. Instead he was playing spider solitaire on his laptop. He still hadn't got the hang of using it for divination.

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Andrew plodded into Tony's room and made a beeline for the bed. "This day sucks," he declared as he flopped down.

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Tony put the laptop on the nightstand and stretched out beside Andrew. "What's up?" he asked.

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"People keep leaving," he said. "I don't like it." He was pouting.

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"I'm sorry," Tony said. He brushed a hand over Andrew's arm. "I'm not going anywhere," he offered.

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He scooted in closer to Tony. "Promise?" he asked.

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Tony slipped an arm around Andrew's waist. "Promise," he said. "Who's leaving?"

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"Karal," he replied. "We've, um, well, he's been there for me through a lot of... stuff." That was an oversimplification.

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"I've met him," Tony said. "With the Cat, right? Seems like a good guy. That sucks."

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"Yeah, with Altra." He rolled over on his side and placed a hand on Tony's chest. "I'm in need of a distraction." He really was.

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Tony leaned in and kissed Andrew lightly. "Yeah? I could probably help with that."

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Andrew grinned and kissed Tony back. "Great!" He bounced a little. "So what do you want to do? I could go get my Wii. Oh, or we could watch a movie. I'm up for anything."

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Tony slipped a hand under the edge of Andrew's shirt, just above his waistline. "I was actually thinking of something involving less clothing," he said. "But, uh, if you'd rather play Wii...?

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"Oh." Andrew giggled and squirmed. "I'm really ticklish there," he said, nodding towards the point where Tony was touching him.

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Tony tugged up Andrew's shirt to expose a bit of skin. "Here?" he asked, tracking light circles with his forefinger.

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That got a laugh. "Yes, there," he replied. He didn't try and stop Tony.

"I'm ticklish in other places, too," he added.

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Tony scooched down and planted a light kiss on the spot he'd just touched. "Yeah? Where?" He touched the same spot with his forefinger and dragged it lightly, slowly, downwards. "Tell me if I'm getting warm..."

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Andrew's breath caught for a moment. "Yeah, much warmer," he squeaked.

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Tony tugged Andrew's waistband down just a smidge and kissed the exposed skin. "Want me to keep going?" he asked. He had his thumb over the top button of Andrew's pants.

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Instead of answering, Andrew reached down with slightly shaking hands and undid the button.

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Tony grinned and kissed him just where the button had covered. "One sec," he said. He slipped off the bed, closed the door and locked it. "Okay." He returned to the bed and slowly undid the front of Andrew's pants. "Sure you wouldn't rather play Wii?" he asked, before slipping a hand inside Andrew's underwear.

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Andrew was glad he was wearing his new Space Battles undies as the old ones were getting rather tattered. "Wii makes my arm tired," he replied, doing his best to keep his breathing steady.

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Tony tugged Andrew's pants and Space Battles undies down over his hips to get better access. "Don't want that," he murmured, and then he was too busy to speak.

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"Oh my god, your mouth is..." The rest of the sentence trailed off as Andrew's head tilted back, mouth opening wide.

This was so much better than a video game.

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Tony took his time and did his best to make Andrew's breathing unsteady. Once he'd achieved that to Andrew's satisfaction, he slid back up the bed and draped his arm over Andrew's waist again.

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Andrew was still a bit stunned. He turned to look at Tony. "Can I, um, you know," he nodded downward, "to you?" He was anxious to return the favor.