~Andy's Pov~
It's been a couple weeks since Jayy and I got back together and I couldn't help but notice how distant he's been. I don't know what is wrong with him. He hardly ever talks to me anymore or even looks at me. I guess now I know how he felt when I was with Scout. However, there was something a bit different. He refuses to let me touch him or go anywhere near him.
In all honesty, this has me worried. He could be critically ill and I wouldn't even know about it cause he won't tell me. Though I hope he's not sick. I really hope he's completely healthy. But then, why has he been so...distant? I would ask Dahvie since Jayy tells him everything but I don't know if it's anything personal that he wouldn't want to share.
Then again, isn't the thing with a regular relationship is that there are no secrets? But there's also the fact that this isn't a regular relationship. But it would make this so much easier if I knew what was bothering him. I hated not knowing and not being able to help him out but I didn't have a choice since all he'd do is push me away.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Jayy was currently out somewhere while I stayed home. The boredom was taking it's toll on me and I let my mind wonder. Though, the thoughts that my mind had conjured up weren't something I really wanted to be thinking about. Especially when Jayy was out and I had no idea where he was. I feared the worst but I couldn't bring myself to believe it.
~Jayy's Pov~
I walked up to the bar for yet another drink, needing to clear my head and just get away. You may be wondering why I need to "get away." Well, it's all Scout. Somehow she had gotten my number, probably from Andy's phone, and she's been harassing me non-stop. She keeps telling me things that were too vague for me not to believe.
Sighing, I sat on a bar stool and waited for the bartender to come over. When he walked over, I ordered another drink and looked around. This was probably my fifth or sixth drink and I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. I looked up as the bartender was replaced by a younger boy. I looked at his face.
He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on how I knew him. He seemed to sense me looking at him since he looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back genuinely and watched as he walked over. I looked him up and down. He looked to be about my age and he was wearing contacts, very similar to the blue ones I was wearing. His skin has a slight tan tone to it and his dirty blonde hair was spiked up gently. He was wearing black trousers and a black button up shirt.
"Hi there. I'm Shawn." He introduced as he stopped in front of me.
I smiled. "I'm Jayy."
"I know. You're from Blood on the Dance Floor." He said.
"That I am." I nodded.
"I was a part of your "Damaged" music video." He said.
OH! That's why he seemed so familiar to me. I chuckled.
"We did some pretty fucked up shit with you." I said, laughing slightly.
"My favorite part was the scene with just the two of us." He said sheepishly.
I knew exactly what he meant but that and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Hmmm, that was a different response than what I had expected. When I didn't respond, he walked off to wait on the other patrons of the bar. I ordered more to drink and it eventually got to the point where I was on my ass drunk.
I giggled at literally everything, even if it wasn't even remotely funny. Then again, I do that when I'm completely sober as well. Oh well. Shit happens. I grabbed Shawn's hand as he passed by to go to the back of the bar. He looked at me, surprised as I unexpectedly grabbed his hand. I giggled and pulled him closer.
"You're cute." I giggled.
He raised an eyebrow.
"You are completely wasted, dude. You should go sleep it off or something."
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"But I don't want to." I pouted.
I heard him sigh and he pulled his hand away. I watched after him as he made his way around the bar and over to me. Luckily, a new bartender was there to take his place. He grabbed my hand and lead me somewhere more secluded, away from all of the noise. I giggled the entire time, following him willingly while struggling to even walk straight.
Then, unexpectedly, he turned around swiftly and pressed his lips to mine. I immediately kissed back, pulling my hand away and wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. A few minutes later, the kiss grew deeper. I pushed him against the wall behind him and licked his lip.
He moaned softly and parted his lips, granting me access. I slipped my tongue in, tasting every inch of him. He tasted like cigarettes and Jack Daniels with a hint of mint. It was an odd combination but it was unique. I pulled away and began kissing down his neck. When my lips brush against the spot right under his jaw, he sucked in a breath.
I smirked and bit down. He bit his lip to hold back a moan. I raised an eyebrow and bit down harder on that spot. This time, a loud moan escaped his lips. I smirked and began sucking on that spot. Once he had a decent sized love bite, I pulled away but only for a moment. I pulled his shirt over his head and kisses down his chest while running my hands down his body.
He tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me close. I smirked as I could feel his arousal against my thigh. As I kisses down his body, I lowered myself to my knees. He looked down at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. I worked on getting his belt undone while placing soft kisses on his hip bones. He moaned softly.
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Hehehe. Gonna stop that right here guys! I know, I'm a tease.
