It doesn't REALLY mean anything... (boyxboy) (Andley)

Ch. 1 Two Years Ago : The Beginning

So, this is my first real fic on wattpad, and I also already have it on AO3, but this will have more filler chapters and more smut. ;) Enjoy, and please comment to tell me how you like it!

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Ashley's POV

I was exhausted. We'd just played a kick-as.s show, but god did it drain me. Oh well, whatever. At least it was a hotel night, so I'd be able to get more sleep. I was sharing a room with Andy, as always. I smiled unconsciously while thinking of the other man.
He should have been here by now, but he and CC had a bet. I didn't really know the details, but Andy won and CC had to do something. I was pretty sure he had to sing a song, and dance along while wearing something embarrassing, and Andy got to take a video.

Of course Andy won the bet. He was perfect, after all. That smile, those fu.cking beautiful blue eyes ... wait what?! No. Andy wasn't perfect. Just a good friend. A good-looking friend.

"Hey Ashley", said Andy, walking in, "was that show awesome, or what?"

"Sure, whatever." I responded, sounding dead.

Andy turned to face me after closing the door, hands on his hips. I don't know why, but I got a little nervous.

"Ashleeeeey!" He whined. "We're going to a party, remember?" He took a step towards me. "You can't be tired already. I'm not."

I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, but now I flopped on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Well I am, what ya gonna do about it?"

I didn't expect a response, and I didn't really get one. I did see Andy pace in front of my bed for a second, and look like he was debating something in his head. He looked like he decided something.

Then he randomly jumped on me. He was straddling me, his hips hovering slightly over mine. He was staring down at me, smirking.

"Andy!", I exclaimed, "What the Fu.ck are you doing?!"

"Getting you energised, " he responded simply, before closing his eyes and lowering his lips to mine.

I layed there in shock for a few seconds. What? Andy was kissing me! I thought briefly of pushing him off. But I didn't.

Instead I closed my eyes and kissed him back. It felt so good ... so right.

The kiss quickly turned into a full on make out session. His tongue begged for entrance and I gladly complied. We battled for dominance. I won, and flipped us over so I was on top.

"Mmmmh, Ash." He moaned, turning me on. I lowered my mouth to his neck, nipping, sucking, and biting. His breath hitched, and I found his sweet spot. I debated leaving a hickey there, but decided not to, in case one of the guys saw, and because Andy would have had a hard time covering it up.

I returned my lips to his, our tongues once again exploring, and I tugged on his lip ring slightly. He moaned again, loud and full of need. One of his hands went to my hair, the other to my as.s. I was so turned on, more than I had ever been with a girl.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door, and we separated faster than you can say Andy is gayer than rainbow unicorn.

Andy practically flew to the mini fridge, and grabbed a drink, casually drinking it while leaning against the wall. I just flopped back on my back, staring at the ceiling again. I then thought of my grandmother naked. Why? There was a little ... situation downstairs that needed to chill the fu.ck out, and real fast. Thankfully, the grandmother trick worked, and my little friend was shrinking in seconds.

"Come in," Andy said.

Jake walked through the door. "Guys, we're leaving for the party now, come on."

"Actually," Andy said, "I'm kinda tired after that show. Think I'm gonna stay here."

"Ashley?" Asked Jake.

"Sorry man, I'm drained." I replied.

"Damnit!" Jake said, "Without you two, who will pull drunk flirty CC off of me?"

Andy laughed. "Jinxx?"

"You KNOW he thinks it's to funny." Jake pouted.

"Sorry," I said, "but I think that at party may kill me right now. "

Jake sighed in defeat. "Alright. And you, Andy? Are you sure that you don't want to go with us?"

"Yeah." Andy responded.

"Ok." Jake said, and he left, closing the door behind him.

I looked over at Andy and smiled. "You to tired to keep up where we left off?" I asked him.

He smirked sexily at me. "Nope." He winked, and he popped the "p".

I got up and roughly pinned him against the wall. He dropped his drink, but it was soon forgotten. I pressed our bodies together, and watched him squirm. I felt a huge bulge in his pants that matched my own.

I smirked against his lips, and continued our kiss. The fire between us felt incredible and addictive. I made him moan like a who.re when I tugged on his lip ring and squeezed his tight little ass.

"So this prophet likes a little pain in his play, now does he?" I murmured. (Lol it auto corrected to murdered here instead of murmured) He just gasped and put his hands in my hair.

We kissed roughly for about another minute before I remembered something and pulled up for air.

Before we continued I needed to confirm something with him. "Just so you know," I said, "I'm not gay. Or bi."

Andy nodded. "Neither am I. It's just fun to make out, and a guy gets horny without his girlfriend on tour."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It doesn't REALLY mean anything." (See what I did there?) And with that, I pulled him away from the wall.

I smacked his ass, not exactly gently either, and he put his legs around my waist. I threw him on the bed, kissing him all the way down.

The fire was still there, and inspired much more than just kissing.

What continued from that was simply a night to remember, and a morning I will never forget.