House of the Wild Ones [BVB]

Damp Skin and Half-Moon Marks

If I thought the garden was beautiful during the day, it was nothing compared to how it looked under the cover of stars. 

Andy and I walked out hand in hand, both wearing only jeans and thin t-shirts because the air was pleasantly warm, despite the time of day. 

Finally, we were alone together; we'd been around the guys the rest of the day. After my tour of the house, we ordered pizza (much to Jake's delight) and lounged about for a bit, talking about our favourite parts of tour and the best shows they played. Now, though, the rest of the boys were entertaining themselves with Netflix in the lounge, and Andy apparently had plans for us outside.

"So, what are we doing out here, Andy?" I hummed, taking a seat on the edge of the nearest sunbed. They were the sort of sunbed you'd expect to see in luxury hotels, with wicker bases and soft cream cushion toppings, as opposed to the run of the mill white plastic sunbeds.

The dark haired boy was quick to join me, grabbing my hips as he straddled my waist and rolled us so we were lying on the sunbed.

"Just some things you gave me ideas for earlier..." he breathed, not giving me time to answer as he pressed his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around his back as I felt his waist shift on top of me. His black hair was cascading around the sides of my face, almost like a curtain hiding our faces from the world.

"So, you like swimming?" It was more a statement than a question, and as I nodded, he smirked in a way that could almost be described as dirty - there was just something about how his eyes glittered at the same time.

"Let's go then" he stated, shuffling back and sliding of the bed, pulling me with him as he went.

"Um, we're not exactly dressed for swimming, Hon" I remarked, confused. 

"Exactly, we're wearing too many clothes for swimming" his long fingers grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and he started to tug it up and over my head.

Then I understood.

"Oh, I get it. You weren't kidding earlier when you said I was giving you dirty ideas..." I bit my lip and looked up at him, purely because I knew the effect it would have on him. "I wouldn't mind hearing them, though".

"Firstly," Andy yanked his own shirt off and pulled me close enough that our chests touched and our jeans-covered legs collided. "I'm going to get these jeans off your body because I’m sick of seeing you clothed, then, we’re gonna go swimming” his sentence sounded all too innocent to me. Well, not innocent, but much more innocent than I’d expected of him. In comparison to some of the things he could have suggested, skinny dipping was relatively normal.

“Oh, but isn’t that a bit inappropriate, Andrew?” I pouted, trying my best to look shocked at his suggestion.

“Of course, Lukass. Why? You feel like a naughty boy?” he hummed, unzipping my jeans and pulling them down to my knees, allowing me to kick the black denim away from me myself.

“Maybe… and maybe I like it” I smirked, yanking Andy’s jeans down along with his boxers before sliding my own off my hips.

Now we were both unclothed, Andy picked me up by my hips, dipping his head to bite down into the soft skin of my neck as I wrapped my legs tight around his skinny body. His tongue flicked over the skin he was biting at, most probably leaving red and purple marks and he started walking forward.

I felt a light slap high on the side of my thigh and opened my eyes, realising that Andy was trying to get me to stand up as we were at the side of the pool.

“You first” he winked, eyes stuck to my body as I twisted around and swayed my hips slightly, stepping slowly down the ladder before allowing myself to sink up to my chin in the surprisingly warm pool.

“You just going to look at me, or?” I teased, biting my lip as Andy stepped down into the pool with me.

Submerged in the warmth, we moved as a pair nearer to the centre of the pool, fingers itching to reach for each other. By the time we were a fair distance away from the edge, the taller boy’s impatient hands had had enough, and he pulled me against my chest, so my back was pressed against him. Under the water, his hands were roaming my thighs, teasing and trailing as he rubbed circles so near where I wanted his hands most.

“Andy…” I breathed, rolling my hips backs against him and smiling as I felt his already half hard dick pressing against me from behind.

It was slightly weird, doing anything sexual outside of Andy’s small bunk that I’d grown so accustom to. Just the fact that there was space to move about made it different from usual, even on the night we had a hotel, we were still limited to a standard double bed. From what I’d seen of Andy’s room earlier, he had a King size bed, possibly even a Queen size – I didn’t ask. All I could tell was that it was big, covered in a soft looking duvet and topped with pillows I just wanted to sink into like beanbags because they looked so plump and soft.

I could enjoy that later, though, right now, I was savouring the feel of the soft skin on Andy’s thumbs massaging my inner thighs, ever so lightly brushing against my cock occasionally, just to tease and aggravate me.

“Hmmf, Andy!” I whined, “stop that, ‘s mean” I huffed, turning in his grip so I was facing him and grabbing his ass, holding in place so I could grind gently against him, desperate for the friction he was causing me to crave.

“What? You don’t want to go swimming?” he murmured in my ear, biting at the lobe and digging his nails into my waist slightly; from experience, I knew that he’d leave little half-moon shaped dents in my skin.

“Not right now. Now, I wanna go upstairs” I huffed, knowing he was loving the way he was winding me up. I reached up and grabbed at his hair, tugging at it and causing something to flash behind his eyes. “What, you like having your hair pulled?”

“Why don’t you try it and you’ll find out?” he responded, a cocky grin on his face which I quickly wiped off by squeezing his ass under the water and pushing away from him.

Ignoring the questioning glance, I swam to the edge of the pool and hoisted myself out, turning once I was standing on the edge to see Andy following me.

“I’ll try it, but only once I try out that bed” I hummed, spinning on heel to speed walk back towards the house, picking up the pace when I heard the slapping of footsteps on stone behind me that told me Andy was also out of the pool.

I didn’t reach the door, though, because before I could get there, Andy’s arms were around my waist from behind, picking me up so he could deposit me back on the cushion covered sunbeds we were sat on earlier.

With a quick readjustment to the back rest of the sunbed that resulted in it straightening out flat, Andy pressed me down onto it, hovering above me and pecking my lips.

“Who needs beds?”.

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A/N:

Sorry, this chapter was nowhere near as good as I wanted it to be :( I'll make up for it next chapter, I promise!

I've been trying to write this for like three days, so hopefully, the next chapter will be up quicker as well as I'll be able to complete it in one day rather than three! xD

xo KilljoyAndProudOfIt