Summary: Garrett has a hard time letting Andy go.
Chapter 2 - An Affair to Remember
Later That Night
"You have red sheets."
"Um, yeah."
Andy actually pulls away from kissing Garrett to chuckle breathlessly, "Why do you have red sheets?"
Garrett's not sure if the truth will make him sound more or less like an idiot. His hands are still tugging at Andy's belt as he half mumbles, "My sister got them for me."
The amusement is evident in Andy's face as he drags Garrett towards the bed, pulling them both on top of the covers. "Okay. That's sweet. Is red your favorite color or hers?"
Garrett's face is starting to turn the same color as the bed, "It's a very manly shade of red. Beth gave them to me for my birthday, plus they're like 500 thread count!"
Andy sprawls backwards onto the king sized bed, pulling Garrett on top on him. "I think it's a very sexy shade of red. Very virile." The wicked look he shoots Garrett is enough to drive him crazy with lust and he presses his entire body on top of Andy's, grinding their erections together.
He has never felt so out of control in his life, his heart racing a mile a minute as he takes in the man he's effectively pinned beneath him. Andy's smile is radiant, eyes dilated and dark with desire, breath warm and heavy on Garrett's mouth. He kisses with his whole being, soft lips chasing new sensations up and down Garrett's body as they strip each other of their clothes, racing to touch one another skin to skin.
Their easy conversation at the bar continued over a couple of drinks until Garrett summoned up the courage to invite Andy for coffee at the diner across the street. Instead of answering, Andy had leaned into Garrett's personal space and pushed him back against the bar, whispering in the sexiest damn voice he's ever heard, "Why don't we have coffee at your place instead?"
Garrett doesn't even remember if he paid the bill with the right amount of cash, practically leaping off his stool and grabbing Andy's hand to lead him out to the car. They made out for a while in the front seat like a couple of randy teenagers, giddy with laughter and easy camaraderie before heading to Garrett's condo. The night is a heady rush of contrasts; from slow, languid kisses to possessive claims with teeth and tongue, from the gentle fingers that stroke and prepare Andy to the deep, hard thrusts that make Garrett whisper filthy words of adoration as he comes.
Now as they're lying in each other's arms, sweat cooling on their skin, bodies sore and sated, Garrett can't help but think that this is the start of the rest of his life.
In the morning, he wakes up just as Andy is getting ready to sneak out.
Andy is almost out the door, shoes in hand as Garrett calls out with a smirk on his face. "Don't you want breakfast before you do the walk of shame?"
The blond spins around looking a little sheepish at Garrett's words, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"So were you just going to leave without saying goodbye then? At least tell me you were planning to leave a note." Garrett is aiming for light and teasing but his heart constricts at the thought of Andy leaving without so much as a word after such an incredible night.
"Look Garrett," Andy sits down on the bed and reaches for his hand, "Last night was...amazing. You're amazing. Let's just leave it at that all right?"
Garrett thinks it might be a bit awkward to propose marriage right this moment when the object of this desire is trying so hard to extricate himself from a one night stand. "I want to see you again."
Andy is cupping his cheek, stroking his face absently. "I don't think I can do that."
There's a growing sense of hurt and disbelief welling up inside as Garrett listens to Andy's words. He's a little bewildered and still trying to reconcile the night they had with the reality of this morning. Didn't he feel the connection too? Are these stupid feelings practically spilling out of him all one sided? "Why not? I thought you enjoyed yourself too?"
Andy sighs and pulls Garrett into a long, delicious kiss. "I'm leaving the country in a couple of days for a new job Garrett. I don't think it's a good time to start anything new do you?"
"Leaving...how long?"
"My contract is for a year with an option to extend. I haven't decided if I'm coming back."
Well fuck.
It probably isn't a good idea to get attached to someone he just met at a wedding and had sex with, who was moving away to god knows where, who didn't know if he was ever coming back.
So of course the next thing out of Garrett's mouth are the words, "Andy, stay with me until you have to leave."
The expression on Andy's face is adorable; one eyebrow raised and lips half twitching to hold back a laugh. "Stay here? Like...with you? Until I have to get on the plane and leave?"
Garrett practically tackles Andy onto the bed, he's so excited with this new idea. "Yes! Stay! We'll have more sex! And I'll make you breakfast and lunch and dinner if you want! Do you need to pack? We can pack! And have more sex!" He lunges forward and pulls Andy into a bruising kiss, "It'll be great! What do you say?"
Andy can't stop laughing, his eyes sparkling as he returns Garrett's kiss with an answering hunger. "Okay, I'll stay."
The next 48 hours are the longest and shortest hours of Garrett's life. He and Andy spend much of their time in bed, having mind blowing sex (making love) and sharing personal stories from their respective childhoods. Andy insists they keep from sharing more recent information about their lives so Garrett has no idea what Andy does for a living, what job he's leaving for or even the man's last name. It's both frustrating and liberating, and makes Garrett feel inordinately close to the man without really knowing anything about him at all.
It's enough to drive a man crazy.
When it's time for Andy to leave, Garrett offers to drive him to the airport. Not surprisingly, his suggestion is very kindly rebuffed.
"I hope I didn't keep you from anything important." Garrett has wrapped himself around Andy, holding the man close and trying to keep himself from saying something ridiculous.
Please don't ever leave me!
Yep – that would definitely count as ridiculous.
Andy gently extricates himself from Garrett's arms, "Not really. I probably would have gone to see my friend but...it's better for both of us that I didn't."
Garrett is feeling a little sick at the thought of never seeing Andy again.
"Well, I guess this is it."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Garrett will later swear to Varric that the look Andy gives him in that moment is filled with both fondness and longing with maybe just a touch of regret.
He's pretty sure he looks like someone punched him in the gut.
The goodbye kiss lasts a long time and doesn't feel at all like goodbye. Instead, what Garrett tastes on Andy's lips are possibilities and beginnings. He has to force himself to let go when the other man pulls away to leave.
"See you around Garrett."
"Bye Andy."
Fuckity fuck.
