Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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She found him sitting on the edge of a curb, aggressively drinking from a bottle of scotch. She quickly plucked the bottle and cap from his hand and sealed the bottle back closed. He went to protest but one look from his girlfriend silenced him. 

"I'm a mess, love." She sat down next to him on the curb, lacing their hands together. 

"Looks like it's cleaning day." He chuckled and placed his lips to her temple. He didn't kiss there nor did he move. He simply stayed in that position. His free hand lightly ran over the fabric of his shirt and she took notice that he only did that when he was nervous or upset. She reached out and grabbed his other hand and placed it open palm up on her thigh. His fingers twitched and he giggled as she drew shapes in the center of his hand. 

"That tickles, love." She chuckled and looked up at him. He really did look a mess. His hair was sticking up everywhere and she could tell where he ran his fingers through it. His eyes red and glass like. His lips were swollen where he either hit it with the bottle or bit it out of frustration. A mess, but a gorgeous mess. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asked and she smiled softly. 

"Even a mess you are one hot son of a bitch, Oliver Scott Sykes." He laughed and she silenced him by placing her lips on his. He tasted like scotch but not the horrible tasting kind. It was sweet yet held a hit of the familiar alcohol she knew all too well back in high school. 

"Let's get you back to the bus, Sykes." he giggled as she struggled to pull him up off the ground. 

"We are not doing this today now come on." He cut her some slack and used most of his strength to stand up. 

"Don't you think you were a little hard on him?" she asked as they slowly walked back to the bus, passing the bottle of scotch back and forth until whatever was left was now gone. 

"He deserved it. This isn't the first time he's thrown a tantrum like that, love. However, it is the first time I've confronted him about it. It's usually Lee or Kean to calm him down." She hummed and started skipping circles around him. 

"What are you doing?" He watched as she would skip a little farther ahead and stopped to wait for him. 

"Living." she answered as if it was the easiest thing to see. He chuckled and leaned in once he got closer to her. She took the hint and connected her lips with his. 

"Don't think I've forgotten about that little stunt in the dressing room, love." Her eyes widened as his hands snuck around the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs securely around his waist and could feel his excitement. 

"What are you going to do, Sykes? Can't fuck in the bus because they'll know. Can't fuck in public because someone will see." She gasped when he slammed her against the back of the bus. 

"Then focking let them see." Her eyes widened and he was quick to start biting and lapping at the skin of her neck. He didn't care about his pleasure. The mewls and breathy way she said his name was enough pleasure to last him a lifetime and damn was it more addictive than Ketamine. He pressed her harder against the bus as his hands moved to grip her ass. She pulled his head back up to her lips and gave him a deep kiss. 

"Not here." she strained out and he gave her a pleading look. 

"If not here then where? We've already gotten this far without anyone noticing." Her eyes darted towards Pierce The Veil's bus. If anyone were to come out of the bus, they'd get a pretty good view of them banging against the bus. Oliver turned his head to follow her gaze and huffed. 

"Fine, but next chance I get, I'm not stopping." She gave him a look and he dropped her down onto her feet. She fixed her clothes and hair and pulled him with her towards the door of their bus. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He told himself multiple times that he didn't need sex to have a happy and healthy relationship but there was only so much teasing and waiting he could put up with. He wanted his way with her just once and her curves weren't making the waiting game any easier. They stepped on the bus and were met with silence. Evelyn pulled the note from where it was stuck to the fridge and read it out loud. 

"Since you two were out fucking and we didn't want to bother you, we're leaving a note instead. If you need us, we'll be out drinking until the ass crack of dawn so have fun. Signed Jordan, Lee, Kean, and Nicholls." She crumbled the note and sent a look towards Oliver who was already eyeing her. 

"Looks like tonight is going your way after all."