No one knows (Tré Cool Fanfiction)

Mile high club

Monday, 7AM
Y/N'S PERSPECTIVE————————————————
I just woke up from a peaceful night of sleep, hearing noises from across the room. I take a look beside me where Tré was supposed to be, but I realize he already left our bed. I turn around to look where the noises come from and I see Tré packing his backpack, trying to be quiet. He soon realize he woke me up. He lets out a long sigh and sits on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on my shoulder before saying: ''Hey princess, have you slept good? Im sorry for waking you up this early...''

I tell him in a sleepy voice: Don't worry it's fine, but why are you packing your things?

He nervously replies: Well, I have a flight to Vegas in a hour. Billie, Mike and I are going on tour and they told me to keep my mouth shut until the day we would leave. They didn't want you to overthink about the fact we would leave for 2 weeks.

I gasp and stare at him, feeling tears running down my pale cheeks. I stutter before actually managing to say: 2 weeks??? Tré what the fuck am I gonna do if y'all aren't here? Why can't I just go with y'all?

I automatically see the guilt in his face as he gets closer to take me in his arms. I hold him tightly and start sobbing as he tries his best to reassure me.

After a couple of seconds, Tré places his warm hand on my cheek and whispers: Y'know what? I'll bring you with us. I'll find a way somehow to get you a ticket. I'm certainly not going to leave you behind like that. Grab your things, the guys are picking us up in 20 minutes.

By hearing those words, the sadness faded off of my face, getting replaced by a smile. I jump out of the bed in excitement and hurry to pack all the necessary in my black backpack. After eating an apple and drinking some water, we finally heard Mikes car in the parking. We hurried our ways outside and got in the car. As soon as Billie and Mike saw that I was there too, they gave Tré a mad look, containing theirselves not to cuss their asses out on him.

Billie looked at me and calmly asked: Hey y/n! What are you doing here?

A huge smile on my face, i replied: Well Tré told me you were going on tour and he said I could go with y'all!

Mike facepalmed and mumbled something that I barely could understand. He then said: Alright let's go before we miss our flight.

He started his car and drove to the airport. During the whole ride I knew how Billie and Mike were mad at Tré. I kinda felt guilty but I knew we would all get over this really soon.

TIME SKIP—————————————————————

I was surprised by how my three best friends managed to get me a high class ticket like theirs after seeing how full our plane was. We've been flying for almost 45 minutes and I was still freaking out and overthinking about the fact the plane could crash at any moment. Billie, who was sitting right next to me, noticed how nervous I was and took my hand, asking me what made me this scared. I told him it was my first time in an airplane and that I was scared it would end up crashing.

He laughed softly and reassured me: Don't worry y/n, we're used to travel with airplanes and nothing ever happened. Everything will be fine, i promise.

His voice never failed to reassure me. I felt myself cool down and just smiled at him, letting him know I was thankful for his help.

As I was getting more comfortable, i stood up and found tré, lying on a small couch hidden by some seats, with his phone sticking to his face. It took me a second to realize he was actually masturbating right here, where everyone could catch him. His hand was in his pants, rapidly going up and down in a gracious movement. He turned his head around, noticing me starting at the little show he was giving. I silently got closer to him with a huge smile stamped on my face. I kneeled in from of him, making his eyes open wider than ever. I gently helped him out of his pants and stared at his cute little cock, all red and swollen from irritation. I stared at him, seeing his face flushed in red as he was probably scared to get caught. I mouthed him to not make a sound as I began to caress his poor dick. I was amazed by how Tré was able to stay quiet even if it seemed pretty painful. How the hell did he even manage to make his own penis this red? After a couple of minutes of tenderly taking care of his erections with a sweet manipulation, I finally decided to jerk him off a little bit faster as he was getting more impatient. I earned a couple of small whimpers from Tré as he gripped against the sofa. I knew he was about to ejaculate so I rubbed faster until he finally reached the orgasm. As I saw his huge load of white stuff coming out of his erection, I finally thought about the fact there would have been cum everywhere if I didn't do anything. Trying to react fast, I took his penis in my mouth, swallowing each drops coming out of him. Once he was done cumming, I slid him out of my mouth, staring at his still hard dick. I smiled evilly as I slapped Tré's fragile cock, earning a louder whimper from him. Once I was done playing with his genitals, he put back his shorts on and I stood up to lay on the couch beside him. Feeling myself getting tired, I just laid my head on Tré's lap and he played with my hair until I fell asleep.

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I woke up on a king size bed in a hotel room with my friends sitting on couches in the corner of the room, drinking shots and discussing about albums.

Mike noticed me and shouted: Hey guys, look whose finally awake!

Tré and Billie stared at me, seen my confusion and explained at the same time: You fell asleep in the airplane.

They stared at each other and laughed a little before Tré continued: We reserved you this room. Mine is right beside at your left, Billie's is at your right and Mikes is right in front. We'll let you take a shower and do your things. Call us if there's anything, princess.

I smirked at them as they left my room. I took a quick shower and got back in the comfortable giant bed I had all for myself. I took myself a glass of white wine and slipped myself under the bed sheets, turning the tv on in the process.