Joe had never actually watched Andy work out before.

This thought occurred to him after five long months of them dating, connected at the hipbone but somehow, Joe had never seen Andy work out. It was something Andy usually did when they were apart from each other in the day (and they lived in two different places so Joe rarely got the leisure of waking up beside his boyfriend).

Yeah, well. Joe decided he /really/ liked watching Andy work out. The way his muscles flexed and moved, how sweat shone light on his skin and his tattoos seemed to stretch. Joe's mouth was fucking watering, his eyes latched onto Andy's frame and his cock-wait his /cock/?

He doesn't realize until Andy's in front of him, hands on his hips and chest heaving slightly, a slight smile on his lips, "Hey."

"Hi," Joe's voice cracks slightly as he stands up.

Andy looks him up and down, and after a long moment, he blinks and replies, "Are you horny?"

"Maybe?" Joe blushes, immediately avoiding Andy's gaze, the redhead seizes his arm, though, and presses it to his chest.

"You mind telling me why?" Andy asks with a small chuckle as he takes Joe's other hand and presses both to his hips.

Joe still avoids Andy's gaze as he replies, stuttering and mumbling slightly, "I-I mean... like... it's kinda hot... when you work out and all. Like... I dunno..."

Andy pulls his chin up and attaches their lips, pressing him back against the basement hall and pinning his arms above his head.

"Like what? What do you want me to do with all these muscles, huh?"

"Choke me," Joe demands before he can stop himself. Andy seems a little surprised at the request but doesn't question it, only wraps a gentle hand around the other's throat and squeezes softly. Joe's moans get caught in his throat and the feeling of endorphins running through him absolutely overwhelms him.

Andy pulls away not long after, but it's not long before he's stripping off his gym shorts followed by Joe's. The guitarist moans, bucks forward. /Anything/ for an ounce of friction.

"What? You want me to pin you against the wall," Andy whispers, "Make you ride my cock?"

It's not very often that Andy ever makes dirty talk but Joe can't help but moan at the filth leaving his mouth as he pins his hips or the wall and trails bruises down his chest.

"Yes, yes, yes," Joe moans, feeling over the hard muscle up and down Andy's arms, "God I wanna kiss all of it, so hot."

"It's yours, Baby Boy," Andy replies, "All yours. Impress me."

Joe shoves Andy down on the ground and wastes no time in slicking three fingers up in spit and prepping himself.

"Gonna kiss every inch of that skin, yeah?" Joe mouths against Andy's neck.

Andy smiles down at him and after a long moment, nods.

"Fuck yeah."