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The tour bus was never quiet after a show, The buzz that came from performing never lasted more than a few hours but in those hours, everyone would be drunk and talking loudly in the comer area.
Luke was sitting on one of the sofas, whisky in hand as he rattled on about some new instrument he wanted to learn, never seeming to be happy with the number of instruments that he could play.
Sasha, half asleep in her bunk listening in on the conversations, never participating instead, preferring to, eavesdrop on the rest of them.
Spencer tried sips of everyone’s drink still trying to find his favourite, never thinking of the consequences of mixing his drink until it was too late and he was a bumbling mess.
Then there was Andrew, always sitting with them in the common area but never really joining in, too tired after singing his heart out for hours on end, leaving his voice raspy and his throat sore, he rarely talked, just sitting there, sipping his whisky.
So naturally it fell to me to keep the conversation going, through nonsense riddles with no answer to times like these where they would sit and play truth or dare, it let them find more out about each other.
“Luke, truth or dare” Spencer giggled more than a little drunk on the Irish whisky he had taken out of Andrews’s bottle. “Truth” loudly declared Luke, waking Andrew in the process. His body jumped next to yours as he woke almost instantly.
“What is the most ‘out there’ thing you have done in bed?” Spencer slurred clearly out of ideas for what to ask, clinging to straws for what to ask as they had been playing for 3 hours at this point.
Luke took a sip of his vodka, opting out of answering the question, a blush working its way to the tips of his ears as he let the warm feeling in his mouth work its way down.
“Come on Luke it’s not that bad of a question!” I wine, shuffling around to clear the numbness from sitting still for too long, no longer having the fear of waking Andrew who was now paying attention to the game.
“Fine, Zoe, Truth or dare!” Luke said wiggling his eyebrows causing a wave of laughs around the group. “Truth,” you said accepting your fate as you saw the grin form on Luke’s face, “what’s the most ‘out there’ thing you have done in bed!!!” accused Luke as if he had caught me in some trap.
Lucky for him I’m a very honest open person. That am it was common knowledge that I had no problem answering questions like this.
“Pegging, I think, though, this one time I and this guy were fucking and I-” Luke cuts you off with an “Ok we get it shush!!” you smiled as everyone in the group bursts into laughter, all except for Andrew, who is choking on his drink, having not expected your answer and was clearly in the middle of downing the last bits of his whisky.
his whole face is flushed as he finally gets control of himself, his ears bright red as everyone ignores his little choking accident as it wouldn’t be the first time that someone choked on their drink tonight.
Andrew stares at you with a cocky smirk on his face telling you that either he just grew balls, or his alcohol is kicking in, giving him the confidence that the man lacked off the stage.
You stare back before breaking away when you hear Spencer spitting out a sip of Luke’s vodka, clearly not knowing how strong Luke liked his drink, assuming that he had diluted the vodka with a mixer.
Luke had just poured his vodka into a mug. With no mixer.
“OK that’s me I’m done for the night, I’m off to bed goodbye my friends enjoy your alcohol” You smile as you slip off the sofa tripping as the bus turned while you were walking, and make your way to the beds, you faintly hear someone else slip out, but before you can question it, you are being shoved back into the wall, hidden by beds on either side.
In front of you, a very flushed Andrew Hozier-Byrne stands one hand over your mouth the other resting on your hip, pinning you against the wall.
“So, pegging?” Andrew whispers into your ear his hand rubbing small, slow patterns on your side.” Yeah” you breathe out nearly choking on air as you realize where all this is going.
“So, if I were to very innocently invite you to stay in my hotel room, you would have a strap?” Andrew questioned still pressing against you. You can feel his smirk against your ear as his thigh presses you farther into the wall.
“No, didn’t bring one on tour, didn’t think I would need it” you mumble knowing you lost the chance to wreck the giant of a man standing in front of you. You could see it now, Andrew splayed out on a bed.
You wonder if Andrew would beg, or would he take what he needed? you know which one you would rather, you were broken out of your thoughts by a voice in your ear.
“Meet me in my hotel room tomorrow night, Room 284, I’m sure I can work something out,” Andrew smirked, head full of ways he could get when he wanted before the next night, “and if you don’t show up, I will assume we will forget this entire affair,”
Andrew stated leaving no room for argument, you were opening you mouth to take when Andrew leaned in and started to kiss you, his neck bent at an awkward angle to reach you, you wrapped your arms around him, finding your way to his hair as you threaded your fingers through his hair.
you were happy to continue kissing him when he tried to take control of the kiss, you grabbed a fistful of hair before tugging back, a quiet moan leaving Andrew as he fell to one knee, you surged forward, taking control of the kiss.
you could faintly hear Luke laughing thinking that someone had fallen out of bed. You were crouching slightly to reach his lips but it was worth it to feel his hands gripping your legs, you could tell that you were going to have bruises in the morning but couldn’t find it in you to care when Andrew was being so sweet as to let you have control.
your hands wound his hair up before you tugged, less force than last time so his neck never snapped up but he did break the kiss to moan right into your ear, his hands tightening around your thigh when you bit at his lips swallowing all the little noises he was making
You slid a hand down and started to palm him through his trousers, slowly working him towards his orgasm, making sure that every little noise that escaped his lips was swallowed by you, as he got closer, he got louder, his moas being let free into the air, you were getting worried that someone would hear when you had an idea.
You kept going, bringing him closer and closer to the finish line before you stopped. You gave him one last kiss and leaned down to his ear, you nipped at it for a bit, gripping his hands behind him, stopping him from touching himself.
You moved away from his ear to suck a hickey behind his ear, close enough to his hairline that he could hide it easily, “goodnight Mr Byrne” you smirk as you slide past him jumping into your bed and drawing the curtains, laughing as you hear him stand, trip up and mutter his way to the back off the bus, clearly having broken out of his stupor of being left on his knees, hard, and wanting by you.
Your mind was reeling on what to do about his proposition but the more you thought the clearer your answer was. Looks like you are going to ruin the rock star after all.
The drive to the hotel the next day is torturous, but as you pulled into the hotel parking lot, you could not help but feel excitement course through you, Andrew had been pointedly not staring at you all day, and you almost tripped over the carpet in the lobby as Sasha dragged you towards your room.
She fought with the door for 10 minutes before the key card finally worked and let us into the room, it was small, two single beds but it wasn’t as bad as the bus so you would happily take it, you carefully took out a change of clothes when you looked over at Sasha who was throwing her stuff into the corner, stating she was off to the bar, and promptly leaving you alone in the room. You laughed as your phone buzzed in your back pocket.
Andrew- Room 284, whenever you’re ready.
It left no room for argument as you quickly threw on your change of clothes, as you slowly made your way towards his room you realized that you had odd socks on, and had forgotten to change out of your lace bra that you slept in.
steeling your nerves you knocked on the door, which swung open almost instantly to a very much naked Andrew, bar his boxers which were still on, his hair was dripping wet, small hairs plastered to his forehead, and his face was red, flushed from his ears down to the little trail of hair that disappeared into his boxers, he looked shocked that you’d even shown up let alone were standing at his door.
“Shit, sorry I’m out of clean clothes, um… come on in” he awkwardly muttered as he opened the door wider. Gaping as he watched you not so subtly check him out. You smirked, realizing just how much Andrew must have wanted this for him to have even said anything in the first place, you walked in and looked around, his room was also small but instead of two single beds he had one double bed in the centre, the bed sheets a slight grey, with black pillows.
once he closed the door you wasted no time, you pushed him towards the bed, letting his shins hit the base, making him topple backward. You immediately set to work, you kissed him like it was the last time you could, bruising his lips, you grabbed his wrists pinning them on either side of his head, and as you pulled away for air, Andrew chased your lips, looking lost when you stopped kissing him.
You leaned down to his neck mouthing along it until you reached his ear, “Just how far do you want to go, sweetheart, nothing happens without you saying so” you whispered into his ear before going back to sucking hickeys just under where his shirt would fall, keeping them hidden but still very much there, you let go of his wrists, surprised as he kept his wrists pinned to the mattress, you let your hands wander.
one finding its way into Andrew's hair, the other coming to rest on his bulge, hidden poorly by the thin boxers he was wearing, he moaned as you lazily traced his bulge over the boxers.
“Just touch me already.” He bit out as he surged up, now sitting against the headboard, he pulled you closer to him as he bit into your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin, as he gripped your ass, not letting you move away, leaving you to moan into his ear.
when he stopped biting you neck you pulled him into a kiss, he tasted of cherries as you took control away from him, you grasped a bit of his hair before pulling him to the side, an almost pornographic moan left him as you started to grind down on him, you sucked a hickey into his neck, one that he couldn’t hide this time.
you pulled away and with one last ug on his hair, you sat up, “Boxers, off” you spoke as you opened the box on his nightstand, disbelief as to how the fuck this man got his hands on a strap on while on tour. Thankfully the strap-on came with a small bottle of lube.
Turning around your gaze fell onto Andrew, he was lying on the bed, boxers hanging off one ankle, dick in his hand, eyes closed, he looked angelic as he tipped his head back to let out a long moan. You walked over and knelt between his legs, his eyes shot open having almost forgotten you had gotten up, you wrapped your hand around Andrew’s bigger one and slowly moved.
“Andrew, sweetie what do you think you were doing?” you smiled as you pulled his hand away, you brought one leg up to hang off your shoulder as you warmed up some lube in your hand, “well you were taking too long so I sta-!” you cut him off as you slipped a finger in, slowly moving it in and out.
searching for that button that would make Andrew scream out, he had stopped talking now, one arm was covering his eyes, the other was under his head, you had to take a second because he looked almost ethereal, like a fallen angel.
You slid in two fingers, watching what you could see of his face for any sign of pain but you were met with only pleasure, you thrust in roughly, making Andrew cry out, his hands flying to grip the bedsheets, what sounded like a broken sob flying out of his mouth as you leaned down to kiss him, pulling on his hair, as you dominated the kiss, swallowing all the noises Andrew let out, you thrust you fingers in again.
laughing as his hips tried to move down, pulling you deeper, you bit into his bottom lip, causing him to let out a sharp moan.
” Please, I’m stretched enough, just please hurry up!” Whined Andrew, he knew that he was in no place to demand, sure he could very easily overpower you due to his height, but that would ruin his and your fun.
He was surprised when you shot up and quickly put on the strap, and suddenly he realized just how large it was.
He hadn’t meant to get a 7-inch one but the store clerk kept on looking at him funny so he just grabbed one and paid, but now that he sees it, he can barely wait for you to get back, it would look realistic if it weren’t for the fact that it was a mixture of greens.
You knelt between his legs and gave him one more questioning glance, relieved when he nodded. You gently pushed it against him, easing it into him, you smirked as he opened his mouth in a silent moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he quietly moaned.
Thinking back to your thoughts of ruining him you decided to roughly shove the rest in, thrusting forward you gazed at him as he threw his head back with a choked scream.
his eyes glazing over as you thrust in at a brutal pace, you reached down and pulled on his hair again, he was moaning more than he was breathing, hair sticking to his face as he begged for more, for faster, harder and surprisingly he was begging to be kissed, and who were you to deny him.
picking up the pace you stole his lips, tasting all the moans he let out, you tugged his hair making him lean his neck back so that you could suck in hickeys, and as you started to suck one next to his Addams apple you wrapped a hand around his dick and moved at the same pace you were fucking into him.
Andrew was screaming out your name in minutes, his face flushed red, his neck covered in hickeys that he could not hide, and his mouth on yours, you stopped moving the strap and slowly stroked him through his orgasm, stopping once he started to whimper in pain.
You slowly pulled out of him and set to clearing him up, with a wet towel you had grabbed from the bathroom you wiped the cum off his chest, smiling when you saw him slowly start to come back to himself.
You pulled him up into your chest and sat down against the headboard, slowly carding your fingers through his hair as you pulled the sheets over the top of you, you laughed quietly when he hid his face in your shoulder, you were zoning out when a sharp pain in your neck told you that Andrew was very much awake.
he was sucking and biting on your neck so violently that you didn’t notice when he slid a hand under your bra, pinching at your nipples as you tried to remember when you lost your top, he stopped biting at you to chuckle before he started to kiss you.
it was a bruising kiss, as violent and rough as he had been with your neck, the hand that had been wrapped around your back moved down to slowly circle your clit, it was odd, to have such violent lips against yours but for his hands to be so gentle, yet you found yourself loving it, you pulled him closer as you ripped away from the kiss, desperately in need of air.
“Fuck, your just perfect aren’t you” he moaned as he slid his hand into your pants, he looked right at your face as he slid a finger in, seeing your eyes widen before throwing your head back, he was driving you crazy and he knew it, he leaned in and bit into your collar, smirking when you moaned at the pain. Feeling light-headed when he spoke into your ear, “Figures you like pain, you never use a guitar pick.”
He laughed before biting back into your collar, harder this time as his fingers sped up, pushing you over the edge, coming on his fingers with his teeth buried in your neck, he pulled his fingers out and kissed you again, gentler than he was earlier and you could faintly taste blood on his tongue.
You moved over and dragged him into the bed, wrapping yourself around him as you came down from your high, smiling when he pulled you closer. Then he whispered in your ear,” We’re doing that again darling.” And you couldn’t agree more.