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

Ch 4

Ok, this takes place onstage at a show, and Andy is being a tease. The next chapter will be after the show, when they do the do. Agh, I'm so awkward writing smut, so if you guys have pointers, leave them HERE.

I'll do my best for you guys. I know my story isn't hugely successful, but I still freak out at any view, and I love you guys. Here's the Andley!

Ashley's POV

The show was going completely normal, till about fifteen minutes in. We were playing knives and pens and Andy started walking towards me. The fangirls who ship us screamed, of course, as he put his arm around me. I figured he was just pleasing the crowd, he wouldn't dare...

He did. He licked my neck, slow and sensual. My eyes widened, and he strutted away, swinging his hips. The rest of the song was torture to watch him sing, I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips near the microphone, open and screaming.

I honestly wanted to push away Jake, who was playing back-to-back with Andy, and kiss Andy right then and there. Strangely I didn't want sex, or even a blow job or hand job. Just the thought of his lips on mine gave me a tingly feeling.

Two songs later, we were playing Heaven's Calling, and I walked over to Andy casually. I wasn't expecting him to do anything, or even meaning to do anything with him, but he did apparently. He must have noticed how the lick affected me, and he sauntered towards me, smirking.

'Wow, so confident for the bottom', I thought. I almost snorted, which of course confused Andy. But he then walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder, singing right next to me. I was, of course, singing too, and I felt really nice, but then I noticed where his other hand was going.

Da.mn him. His other hand was not so casually on my hip, and his thumb kept brushing over my butt. The crowd couldn't see, but they could see my expression. The fans could tell something was up, and many were giving me weird looks. I just decided to pay Andy back, so I kissed his cheek.

It was just a light peck, but it was enough to make the fangirls scream and Andy falter. It want for to long, but anyone with a brain could notice. Andy quickly regained his cocky expression, however, and his eyes lit up with an idea.

He walked away from me and put the Mic on the Mic stand. I was barely paying attention, because his absence was sending me reeling, as I never noticed his presence had been affecting me that much.

I did, however, notice when he practically grinded against the Mic stand. If the lick hadn't been enough, he was practically masturbating on stage, and I knew it was all for me. He was soo getting it later.

He also stuck his tongue out at the crowd. Eventually, he seemed to calm down a bit, and we were reforming our second to last song, when some idiot pissed off Andy.

The idiot was yelling pretty loudly, "FAGS! GO DIE, YOU FUCKING SUCK!" The only reason we were able to hear was that, one, this dude was loud, and two, Andy was talking to the crowd about staying strong, and everyone was being mostly quiet to listen and hang off of every word he said.

Andy stopped what he was saying. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen for the interruption, I hate to tell you this, but it seems there is an as.shole in the crowd who thinks who just his opinion is very important, and, of course, he's fu.cking wrong!"

Andy walked very close to the edge of the stage, and I could practically see steam rolling off him. "Tell me, you little fu.cker, what's so special about you that you think any of us care what you fu.cking have to say?" No response, of course. It's so pathetic how these haters can't seem to summon the guts to do anything after we've called them out.

This carried on for about seven minutes. In those seven minutes, Andy basically cussed out the rude idiot, got the crowd to join in, and managed to make all his arguments sound logical. I've always thought it impressive how he always sounded smart while cussing people out. Like, I can't do that.

I also noticed in those seven or so minutes how godda.nm hot Andy is. Like, I wanted to fu.ck him right then and there, and I could feel a boner in my pants that I hid with my bass. I had to use the grandma trick, but even that almost wasn't good enough, I mean, Andy was hot, very bothered, and sweaty. And he was yelling at someone and I could practically see the passion in his words.

The rest of the show could not pass by fast enough. I kept sending Andy suggestive glances, that if someone got a picture of I could easily say was to a girl I saw in the crowd that I had hooked up with before. But when the show finally ended, I was the first off the stage. Sadly, Andy was the last.

I waited for him in his dressing room, and when he finally walked in he didn't seem surprised I was there. "Hey Ash," he Said, locking the door behind him. He didn't have time to say anything else, as I silenced him with a forceful kiss.

I squeezed his butt tightly, and he gasped. I smirked and separated myself from Andy, and said, "I will be making you pay for all that teasing later, Andy."

He smirked. "I'm looking forward to it." With that I left the dressing room. I absolutely could not wait for that night.

A/N So, I'm verrrrrry nervous. One, to publish this part, because I feel like it's not very good and I don't want to give you guys anything but the best.

Two, because next chapter has full on smut, and it will be my first time! I mean, I've written about bj's a lot, but actual sex? I'm about to lose my author virginity.

Ill update this sometime in the next ten days, so stay tuned, thanks!