not with the guys around

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*i found this on tumblr*

as brad continuously squirmed in his seat, i laughed. it was more than obvious just how more and more bradley was getting frustrated. i looked around at the boys, tristan was lost in his phone, james was sharing some crazy story about a party in america, connor was laughing along, and the other crowd of foreign people on the tour bus silently sipped on their beer and chatted among one another. most nights on tour were just like this – the boys horribly exhausted from their show and twenty or so people just wanting their attention. as much as i tried to convince the boys to stop being so nice and inviting complete strangers that they will probably never talk to again, they insist on creating a good name from themselves.

as brad rested his still damp head on my shoulder, his eyes were fixated on my thigh and his warm fingers traced circles all varying in sizes on my skin. i giggled when everyone else did, it was not like i was paying much attention to the conversation anyway. just as i stopped laughing, i caught brad looking at me, his bottom lip tight in grip of his teeth. i looked at him, raising my eyebrow. he leaned into my ear, “can we just go to bed?”

i put my hand on his circulating one, whispering, “i am not having sex with you meanwhile all these people are in the living room.”

he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out like a toddler, “we will close the door.”

i sighed, attempting to give brad the idea that he was annoying me, though i would love to put him at rest after the night he just had. he followed me, sighing as well and burring his head deeper into the crook of my neck. just as i though brad was done with his sexual frustrations, i could feel his wet tongue discovering my neck. he slid his tongue all throughout the length of my neck. i tried desperately to push him away, but when my hands pushed up against his shoulders, he only slid his tanned arms around my waist, pulling me closer. at that point, we were earning glares from several people on the bus. just as much as i was guiltily enjoying brad’s tongue, the eyes that watched us only made me uncomfortable. i proceeded to attempt to push my excited boyfriend away from me, and when i realized that he was nearly unstoppable tonight, i got up from my spot on the couch. he looked up at me, his eyes blood shot, his hair messy. “i am going to the bathroom.”

i pushed past a large amount of people before succeeding in getting to the restroom. though, instead of walking in, i continued walking all the way to the back of bus, where the beds were – even if the boys were going to stay up entertaining people, i am not. before entering the lounge, i leaned down where my travel bag, pulling out a large t-shirt to change in to. lifting up my previous day’s shirt, i felt a warm pair of hands rest on my hips, slowly gliding inwards on my stomach. once the shirt was off my body, i turned around, now facing brad, his hands groping my bottom. his brown eyes were accompanied my dark bags under his eyes. “you just won’t give up tonight, will ‘ya?” i pulled away from brad, throwing on my sleeping attire. i grabbed brad’s hand, his warm skin radiating on me. i lead him into the lounge in which the beds were, climbing into my bunk and patting the spot next to me. once he was done climbing into the bunk, i smiled at him. he threw his head back, giving me the perfect opportunity to take advantage of his neck who seemed to be calling my name. putting one leg over him, i straddled his lap. his hands quickly found my waist, and his fingers tapped on the skin near my butt. he looked at me with something mixed with both love and lust, his eyes slightly squinted, lip between teeth, breathing only becoming more and more deep. i tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before leaning into him, my lips soon connecting with his. he was incredibly needy tonight, because when i tried to pull away only a second later, one hand left my lower half and made it’s way up to the nape of my neck, pushing me into him once more. we stayed in this position for not too long before i pulled away again.

“i meant what i said,” i looked at him, he was definitely more flustered than before.

“what?” he shook his head, trying to lean in again. i pushed him away.

“i’m not having sex with you meanwhile all of those people are right outside.” i widened my eyes, motioning my head towards the door.

“wake me up when they leave.” he closed his eyes, not caring that i was still on top of him. i chuckled slightly, causing him to peak out of one eye at me and smile. he patted his chest, “c’mon, then.” i continued laughing before leaning into him, the side of my face meeting his chest. i looked up at him once more before kissing his neck, leaving my lips there for a good few seconds before closing my eyes as well.

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