Mr and Mrs B - An Andy Black/Original character one shot story.
Summary: Another request fulfillment, this time for @fortheloveoflola
Disclaimer: I do not know any real persons mentioned in this story, which is a complete work of fiction and product of my imagination. No monies are being made off this story, and no true claims are made either. Again, it’s all just fiction, baby!
Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)
“Give me five minutes, guys.” Max said to the crew she worked with, leaving them to head over to the Black Veil Brides tour bus where she knew her next interviewee was waiting for her in the rear lounge. Ever the consummate professional she might have been, but on this occasion she smirked to herself as she popped two buttons on her tight fitting black cardigan, showing off her leopard print bra clad cleavage a little for the benefit of the man waiting for her. He was her husband, after all.
Max had first met Andy three years ago when she was interviewing CC and Jinxx at Download festival in the UK. After the band had played, he’d sought her out after becoming transfixed with her when he’d seen her interview his bandmates, Max spending some time between interviews talking to him until she was free for the evening.
They stood and watched bands play, walked around the festival hand in hand and shared their first kiss before they sadly had to part ways, vowing to definitely keep in touch, which they did. They became an official item three months after they’d met. They made it work too despite it being difficult, dating one another in what was often a long distance relationship. They got married nine months ago on Christmas Eve and had never been happier.
“Baby!” she exclaimed after entering the rear lounge of the tour bus, Andy pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly before they shared a lingering kiss.
“I missed you so much,” he told her, stroking her back as Max snuggled against him, happy to be back in his arms after a three month absence. She’d been covering the festival circuits across Europe while he’d been performing on the Warped tour and although they were more than used to the fact their careers often meant they had to spend long periods of time apart, neither had particularly relished in being parted for so long. Naturally, they’d missed each other tremendously.
“I missed you too. I’m so glad we get to fly home tomorrow and just chill. I’m not even going to put on pants for the first week,” she told him, Andy laughing.
“That’s exactly right, but just don’t you think it’ll be because of any lazy intentions. I’m not going to let you put on any clothes at all, or leave the bed unless you need to use the bathroom. Three months is too long for a man to be without his wife for,” he told her, giving her another kiss.
“Okay, honey. You gotta calm down a little. The crew will be here any second, but just know I really don’t want you to stop,” she sighed as Andy stroked her back with one hand and rubbed her between the legs with his other. Max could feel herself furiously burning for him already, wishing they had time for him to push his hand inside the little black shorts she was wearing.
“Fine, just know I’m doing so begrudgingly!” He pouted, actually sticking out his bottom lip and laughing at her ‘are you really going there?’ face she gave him. Her camera and sound guys arrived shortly after, Max and Andy sitting down next to each other on the couch, him resting a hand on her leg while she prepared her question notes. After the usual introduction, the interview began, one that was extremely playful from the outset…
“So this is a first for me, since in the three years I’ve known this lovely man I’m married to, I’ve never actually interviewed him!” Max spoke to the camera. “Hello, Andy Biersack.” She then added sultrily, turning to him.
“Why hello, Max Biersack,” he replied in much the same tones, giving her a suggestive double raise of his eyebrows that immediately had her laughing. “What she says is true too, she hasn’t interviewed me before, but she interrogates me all the time.” He added to the camera, Max laughing even more.
“I do not!” she protested, poking him in the chest with her index finger.
“Babe, your interrogation skills are so honed they could send you to Guantanamo and you’d get people who’ve been refusing to talk for three years to spill everything in three minutes,” he began in joke, making her crew laugh. “When are we going out? What restaurant are we going to? Are you going to mow the lawn today? Where did you put my gym clothes? Are we going to a club or a bar? Will you come and walk the dogs with me? Are you going to take the trash out? Will you go to the grocery store later? Where did you put my coffee mug? By the way this isn’t throughout the course of a day, this is ten minutes after I’ve woken up.” He then continued.
He got a dark look from his wife in reply to that. “Love you!” he then added sweetly, squeezing her leg and beaming at her.
“This is what I have to deal with, all of the time! All you fan girls who lust after him don’t even know what a pain in the ass he can be, when he decides he going to shame me, among other things!” she then stated, making Andy crack up.
“Other things? I’d ask you to elaborate but I’m kinda scared with what you’ll come out with in order to ruin my image,” he said, resting his head against her shoulder and cringing.
“Hmmm, now let me think,” she began, pulling a thoughtful face.
“Max, no. Don’t even,” he warned, pointing his finger at her and shouting in exclamation when she bit it.
“I could tell them how much you fart,” she suggested, Andy raising an eyebrow at her.
“Are you sure you wanna go there, honey? I mean, this is coming from someone who passes gas so regularly there’s irreparable damage to the ozone layer right above our house,” he teased her with, Max covering her face with her hands and shaking her head as her crew laughed.
“Okay now you’re done shaming me, let’s begin.” They settled into a more professional tone after that, but little flirty gestures remained such as Andy idly stroking her leg as he answered her questions. Truth was, as much as they enjoyed the interview they both could barely wait for it to be over.
They had approximately half an hour between Max having to continue with her journalistic duties and Andy preparing to hit the stage from the moment their interview ended, and there was only one way they were going to spend that time. As soon as the door had shut behind the crew…
“Finally!” Andy exclaimed, flattening Max against the couch and making very short work of undoing all the little buttons of her cardigan, running his tongue over the rise of each of her breasts as she stroked his arms, moaning into the kiss he planted on her lips.
He paused to let her pull his black vest over his head and then lay her down again as they kissed, feeling her fingers running through his hair and slowly down his back, making goose bumps prickle his skin. Quickly removing their remaining clothes he then lay against her and just enjoyed in the simplicity of having his wife’s nakedness against his as they kissed, feeling her winding her legs around his waist while she moaned softly, sucking his tongue and running her nails down his chest.
He then turned her over and began caressing her with his fingers and mouth, stroking and kissing her all over her back, knowing how aroused such touches made her, reaching underneath her every so often to play with her breasts and pinch her nipples. He quickly replaced that contact with his mouth when he turned her over again and then began to kiss her lower, and lower, and lower, until she was dying to feel his tongue where her body radiated aroused warmth.
When she felt it there, gently running around the outside of her pussy lips and up and down her thighs, the anticipation was immense. When it finally made proper intimate contact, her sigh of pleasure was equally one of relief too as the teasing relented and gave way to incredible sensations. Three months of longing for his touch tended to do that.
“Oh, ohhhhh my god that’s so good, baby. Ahhhhh yes, don’t you dare fucking stop!” Max groaned, her body squirming on the couch under his touch, his tongue slowly dragging a circle around her clit, making it wetter and harder with every eager lick, feeling hot blasts of breath against her, knowing what he was doing was turning him on as much as it was her.
“You taste so good, beautiful. Mmmmm, you’re still my favourite thing to have in my mouth.” He said, before sucking her clit and flicking the tip of his tongue over it, the little bud swelling furiously against his touch before he let it go again and used the flat of his tongue to stimulate every inch of wet flesh between her folds, catching her clit and her opening in equal measures as she scrunched her eyes tightly shut and practically growled with desire.
“Mmmm, ohhh, ohhhhh!” she continued to cry out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to devour her with his mouth. He quickly reduced her to an utter panting mess, grasping his shoulders with her hands as she felt his fingers parting her pussy lips as wide as they’d stretch, his tongue flickering across her clit so fast she felt like she was going to pass out. “Holy shit, how can you move your tongue so damn fast? That’s one thing about you that, ahhhh, never ceases to amaze me!” she added, looking down on him and watching him lick her clit before he looked up at her and smiled.
“Pure fucking natural talent.” He said with a wink. He knew what he was good at. Going from repetitive flicks of his tongue over her clit he switched to just pressing it slowly and firmly, alternating between that and rubbing two fingers up and down either side of it while he kissed her thigh, making her completely beside herself with raging arousal and grinning to himself at each one of her high pitched vocal outbursts of appreciation.
“Enjoying yourself up there, my sexy lady?” he asked.
“I’ll give you three fucking days to stop! Oh god!” She exclaimed, hearing him laugh a little before going back to sucking gently on her engorged clit whilst sliding two fingers between her slippery walls, dripping wet with arousal and clenching tightly around them.
Max cried out without reserve as she felt them raking and poking against every last inch of her pussy, her body beginning to tremble violently. It would only take a few more swirls of his tongue to make her come and when she did, the feeling of heat and pleasure surging through her body so rapidly was so intense she was sure she saw stars for a few seconds.
She was still gasping to catch her breath as she felt herself turned over onto her front and her hips hoisted up off the couch, groaning illimitably as a very hard dick began sliding inside her still trembling pussy and slowly, agonisingly slowly retreating again.
“Nah, I think I’ll make you wait a while longer.” Andy said, grasping his dick in hand and rubbing the tip over her clit once he’d withdrawn from her. He laughed again at hearing her vocal rumble of displeasure and slid down the couch further, resting his weight on his forearms and going down on her again. but this time from behind and also while pushing two fingers in and out of her ass, hearing her deep moan audibly muffled, looking around her leg for a moment to see she’d bitten down on the arm of the couch. She didn’t trust herself not to scream like she was being murdered, it felt so good.
Still working his fingers at an even pace he kissed the back of her legs and then moved his mouth up to do the same over her ass cheeks, which he bit too, making her shriek. He then laid a trail of kisses back down to her slick folds and ran his tongue between them and down to her clit once more.
He kept on doing this until she was almost at the point of orgasm and then stopping, driving her absolutely crazy with desire, her breathing laboured and her legs feeling like they’d been reduced to jelly. He then turned onto his back and pulled her hips down closer to his mouth and pushed her body up so she was sat upright, Max resting her hands back on his chest as she felt his tongue swirling around inside her pussy. If there was one thing she loved doing with him as much as riding his cock, it was riding his face.
He stretched his tongue inside her as far as he could, tasting how sweet and wet she was before sliding it back up to her clit, so turned on by what he was doing the end of his dick began to burn with arousal, so hard it hurt. As he licked her his hands slid up and down her sides and over her stomach, before he felt her lean back and saw her turn her head to the side, wrapping her lips around his dick and softly flicking her tongue over the very tip.
“Fuck, babe. I can’t even stand that right now! Get on me,” he demanded, Max not needing to be asked twice as she shifted down the couch and enveloped every last inch of his hardness within her pussy. Time wise they were cutting it fine, but even more than that neither could wait a second longer to begin fucking the hell out of each other.
“God, I missed this too much. Ahhhh, fuck yes!” Max cried, slamming herself down on his cock repeatedly, throwing her head of long black hair back and wailing again as Andy reached up to pinch at her nipples. They moved against each other in all-consuming, pulse racing, frantic sexual fury, neither caring that they’d already gone ten minutes over their allotted time for sex. As it turned out though, it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Sorry babe, this isn’t going to last long. You’ve got me way to fucking excited.” He panted as she slid down on his dick and rested her hands to his chest, grinding her hips back and forth against him and moaning into his mouth as they kissed, moans which did nothing but increase as he started to rub her clit with his thumb.
He felt the hot waves of orgasm starting to run through his tense and sweaty body, the endless contractions of her inner muscles squeezing him furiously as she cried out over and over, tipping him over the edge in seconds, locking his arms around her and fucking her voraciously until she was there too, nearly deafening him with the pitch of her scream straight down his ear.
“How…the…hell…am I…meant to…go…interview…people now…after that?” she panted, completely out of breath.
“Pffft, all you have to do is stand there. I have to be up onstage for the next forty five minutes and right now I’m not even sure if my legs work as normal. Fuck you for being so amazing!” he said as they both disentangled from each other, wobbling all over the place as they fought to get back into their clothes.
“Yeah fuck you right back too, or rather I will later and this time, there’ll be no hurrying. Our flight isn’t until tomorrow afternoon so that means we’ve got hours in a hotel room ahead of us to make up for lost time. Love you, honey. See you later on.” She purred, giving him one final kiss before picking up her bag and notes and having to run like a racehorse off the bus and out to her next interview, which she was nearly fifteen minutes late for.
It was worth it though, the slight lapse in her usual professional attitude to spend some quality time enjoying her husband. It might have been the first time she’d interviewed him, but what followed definitely wasn’t a first for either of them, nor would it be a last either. Andy proved that to her an incredible nine times in the hours that followed them arriving at their hotel that evening.
Married life? Despite the sometimes long distance nature was pretty damn awesome for Mr and Mrs B.
‘Oh my god, he’s hung too. I suppose it’s true what Marie always says about the tall, skinny guys. They’re always the ones with the big cocks’ Nicky thought to herself after undressing Andy, his impressive erection springing out and bouncing against his taut abdomen. Her friend was most definitely correct if Andy was anything to go by.
Thinking of how that perfect, long chunky dick would feel while he was fucking her nearly drove her to distraction as she began to kiss his way down his chest, but she could wait. Lord knows it’d be difficult not to just sink down on it and ride him to oblivion and back though.
She took his hardness in her hand and gave it a firm grasp and upward stroke, using her thumb to circle the very tip as a low growling sound rumbled deep in his throat.
“You’ve been dying for me to do that, haven’t you? I bet I can guess just what else you want me to do to it as well,” she said seductively, using her other hand to cup his balls as she softly pumped the thick shaft.
“Any guess at this point would probably be right,” Andy groaned, stroking her hips with his fingers as she bent to kiss him again. Teasing him with her hands and kissing a line down his chest, Nicky wanted to make him wait, so did much of the same he had done to her until she could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, desire peaking inside him to feel her lips wrapping around his dick.
She could tell that was exactly where her mouth was needed most, but evaded the area totally and instead ran her fingers over his stomach and tantalisingly close to his erection as she licked and sucked on his balls, hearing the same low, growly moan coming from his mouth as he rested his head back, lacing his fingers behind his head and feeling so turned on he was sure he’d come as soon as her lips touched him.
She made him wait another ten or so minutes while she played with and explored all 6ft 3 of him, before finally he felt her tongue circle the head of his dick, her hands holding the base firmly as she pushed the head past her lips and took him as far back as she could into her mouth, taking him so deep there was nothing left to take.
“Fucking hell, where’s the other end popping out?” He asked, looking down at Nicky with a look of slight shock on his face. She was impressive with her mouth, that was for sure. He’d only ever encountered a few girls in his sexual past who could fit every last inch of him into their mouths.
On hearing his comment Nicky laughed, the vibrations of her chuckles bouncing off his cock, still encased in her mouth as she slowly slid her lips back up it, her tongue making zig zag patterns on the underside of the shaft and sucking the tip as her lips closed back over it.
She then licked the end like it was a lollipop, smiling up at him while she did and hearing a groan of approval. Men loved to watch themselves getting blown, she knew that only too well.
“You look about a thousand percent hotter with my cock in your mouth, you know.” He told her, stroking her hair as he held it back off her face, watching his dick get sucked back into her mouth and disappearing completely again. At that moment, he was in absolute heaven and she’d only just started.
Nicky could feel the big veins flooding and emptying with blood as her lips pressed against them, his erection twitching almost aggressively whenever she reached the head. She then began to speed up a little more, increasing the pressure until he was firmer than an iron bar, his body starting to shudder gently.
“See there’s you telling me all you needed was ten minutes and all I need is about three. Ain’t no one out there who’ll make you blow your load faster than I will, pretty man,” she told him, Andy frowning at her momentarily before his eyes practically rolled back in their sockets, his head thudding back onto the bed with a deep, gravelly groan. Hearing that, it made her more turned on than she could measure.
She knew with every flick of her tongue or suck of her lips he was getting closer, so wet her hand with saliva and began to firmly yet gently stimulate the head of his dick in her hand while her tongue licked the skin joining his balls to his dick, which he seemed to like very much.
In no time she was presented with the sounds and movements of a man close to orgasm, his breaths coming out in deep, raspy pants as he moaned and looked down at her before closing his eyes tightly and groaning as a hot jet of cum shot out from the end of his dick, straight into her open mouth. It was quite possibly the fastest anyone had ever made him come.
“Next time you do that, you can cover me in it,” she purred, running her tongue back up his shuddering body until it was in his mouth again, Andy reaching around to grasp her ass.
“Deal, and I swear to god not even I can make myself come that quick. You’re some kind of witch, right? Casting your devil magic on me, fucking sorceress,” he told her, making her laugh.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sexy,” she whispered, taking his fingers and sucking them with a groan before kissing him from one side of his neck to the other, trailing her tongue over the outline of his tattoos as she felt him quivering pleasantly beneath her still. That wasn’t anything new for Nicky, she was so good at giving head that she always rendered the guy she was with a shaking mess.
“Neither have you, duchess. So in the interests of proving that point…” He trailed off, snaking his arms around her waist and holding her still as he slipped down under her body, pushing her legs apart and once again familiarising her clit with the presence of his tongue before she even registered what was going on.
Holding her weight on her forearms as she felt his tongue explore her, Nicky was dying to feel what had just been in her mouth sliding in and out of the place he had just pushed his tongue. She was still wet from before, but felt her juices starting to flow again as the beat from his tongue against her clit stirred up that same pure erotic bliss it had the first time.
He then turned her over onto her back and carried on licking at her, his hands everywhere. Running up over her stomach and breasts, then down under her back and further still to grasp at her ass, pulling her pussy closer to his mouth as he stretched his tongue as far as it would go inside her, feeling her muscles grip onto it. He knew she wasn’t far from coming again, but right at the crucial moment he sat up and stopped, reaching for his jeans off the floor.
“Oh god damn you, Andy! Why’d you stop?” she complained breathlessly.
“Because the next time you come, I want to actually be inside you,” he said plainly with a wink as he pulled a condom from his wallet and threw that and the jeans back on the floor, ripping the packet open and pulling the latex tube over his iron hard dick quickly. He couldn’t wait one second longer. He wanted to feel her all around him, enveloping him completely.
“Oh god, that feels even bigger than it looks! Jesus Christ, ahhh!” She cried out when he thrust himself into her, Andy groaning deeply as he felt her clench around him.
“It’s only halfway in too,” he told her smugly, Nicky’s mouth dropping open so wide he couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.
“What?” she shouted, looking down. Damn, he wasn’t lying.
“I don’t think you can handle the rest yet,” he teased, running his tongue up the centre of her body as he withdrew again.
“Oh I can. Believe me, I can!” she replied, dying to feel him completely impale her with it.
“Hmmm, nah. Remember what I said about doing as you’re told? Well right now you’re going to lie there while I tease you with my cock and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it either.” Nicky wasn’t pleased by those words when she wanted him in his entirety and ached to feel him fill her. She tried in vain to make this happen, reaching for his hips to pull him closer to her but instead having Andy grab her wrists and pin her arms down above her head.
“You will do as you’re told.” He whispered in her ear, sinking back down into her pussy again with a shallow thrust.
He wasn’t about to tell Nicky, but the sole reason he was doing this wasn’t to tantalisingly tease her to within an inch of her sanity, although such would be a welcome by product.
No, it was because her pussy felt so amazingly tight and wet that he had to take things slowly or he knew he’d embarrass himself by blowing his load too quickly. If he wasn’t wearing a condom he’d have probably come as soon as he entered her.
She lay there, pinned to the bed and unable to push him off her (he really was a lot stronger than he looked) while he tortured her with his cock, nuzzling and kissing the side of her neck as his fingers gripped her wrists so hard she knew he’d leave bruises behind.
Every single time she thought he was about to give her every last inch of him, he’d only shallowly penetrate her, making her insides burn with the need to be filled, her breathing laboured as her heartbeat went into overdrive.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He then told her, and the way he looked at her as he spoke those words made her insides feel like someone had set them alight.
He leaned down and kissed her again, trailing his fingertips down her arm and over her ribcage, gripping her waist as he sank into her again, perhaps maybe an inch deeper that time. Obviously it still wasn’t enough for Nicky, but her wait would soon be over.
“All of you, I want all of you in me. Please, for the love of god I’m dying over here!” she exclaimed, holding his face in her hands and staring him right in the eye before kissing him furiously.
“I knew I could get you to beg eventually,” Andy told her, laughing at the disgruntled and pained expression she shot him, muttering and grumbling at him in frustration. “Oh okay, fine. Since you said please and all.” Pulling out of her again he kissed his way across her chest, his hands letting go of her wrists to run under her back and grip her shoulders, holding her tightly before…
“Fuck!” She screamed as he slammed every last inch of his throbbing cock inside of her, and then did it again…and again…and again, all control lost, everything coming undone. It was the sexual equivalent of letting a caged lion out of captivity and straight into a herd of gazelles; someone was going to get torn up.
“Is that what you want, gorgeous? Wanna get fucked real hard by my big cock?” he asked, lifting himself up off of her and pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he pounded into her hard and fast.
“Yes, holy shit that’s good, don’t stop!” She panted, gritting her teeth as she dragged her nails down his chest, their sharp tips breaking the skin in a few places.
Andy then did the second thing he’d been dying to do since he got her into his hotel room, which constituted in turning her over, pulling her hips up off the bed and thrusting back into her hard to watch her magnificent, curvaceous ass bouncing as he fucked her. It was even better in reality than any mental picture he could have conjured.
He then leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling her head back sharply, groaning in her ear and biting on her shoulder.
“Mmmm, yes, fuck that’s so hot!” She exclaimed, crying out when he yanked her hair harder and spanked her ass. He then pulled her up until she was kneeling in front of him, pointing across the room.
“And that’s hotter.” He panted into her ear as she looked to where he gestured and saw their reflection in the large mirror mounted over on the far wall. They continued to watch themselves fuck, the sight only serving to charge the eroticism of their union further before they became a mass of writhing limbs all over the bed and eventually on the floor too, their consummation absolutely off the scale.
It was wild, crazy, passionate sex, slapping, pulling, sucking, licking, scratching and biting each other as they changed from one position to the next. Nicky couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a lover thrill her as much as he did. Oh, how very, very, very, very wrong she’d been about him. He was unbelievable.
Their frenzied fuck fest culminated in Andy holding her down on the bed by her throat while he drove into her pussy hard and fast, Nicky rubbing at her clit with one hand as the other tore down his chest, her nails removing a layer of skin. She’d already done the same to his back but luckily for her, he loved being clawed.
It stung to hell and back because his chest was so sweaty, but it only added to the immeasurable feeling beginning to pulse around the base of his cock, until he was thrusting into her with the kind of wild abandon he had only ever dreamed of inflicting on a woman before.
Her hips bucked against him as they both lost control, sweaty bodies slamming into each other as they groaned so loudly they could probably be heard on the floor above.
“Faster, I’m gonna come!” Nicky hollered, Andy doing as instructed and fucking her so hard she literally screamed, half in pain and half from the pleasure of an intense orgasm hitting her at what felt like warp speed, this time his back bearing the brunt of her sharp nails as they tore down.
He grabbed her wrists and slammed them down above her head, gripping them tightly as the rest of his body came back down on top of hers and his hips battered into her beyond all control as he let out a guttural moan, pulled his cock out, ripped the condom off and just as she’d wanted him to, shot cum all over her.
Feeling so dizzy from his powerful release, he couldn’t do anything but topple down on top of her as his hand released her wrists from the painful grasp, arms wrapping around her body as they both fought to be able to breathe again, shell shocked from the intense, brutally hot sex they had shared.
“Am I dead? Did I die from death by sex?” she joked, Andy laughing as he propped his weight on his forearms.
“Not yet, give me until morning though and I might need to get you a coffin for then.” He replied, leaning down and kissing her. They lay there for a short time longer before Nicky got out from underneath him, grabbing her bag and taking her cigarettes out to sit naked on the wide windowsill, smoking out of the open window with Andy eventually moving to sit behind her and do the same.
“Damn, you’re vicious when you get going. Look at that!” she said, reaching back and playfully slapping his cheek after pointing at the bruise on top of her left breast. It was one of many brandings he’d left on her, her body littered with teeth marks, bruises and scratches.
“I don’t remember you complaining at the time. Besides, have you seen my chest and back? I think the two layers of skin that used to be there are currently under your fingernails. Let me see.” He replied, looking at her nails and then biting her fingers and then her neck until she giggled.
It wasn’t the last time he bit her in those early hours either, neither of them getting a wink of sleep as the sex they shared continued to rage like a forest fire until they finally parted ways, Andy to the band’s tour bus and Nicky three blocks away to meet her friend for breakfast.
“So what the fuck happened to you last night? I was in the ladies when you apparently flew back into the after party, shouted something about the fact you’d scored and then flew back out again as fast as your heels could take you!” Charlotte announced, folding her arms and giving Nicky the ‘you’ve got some explaining to do’ face. Nicky looked away from her for a second, noticing the perfect way to answer her question behind her.
“Him, he’s what happened to me,” she replied, pointing at a nearby tour poster for Black Veil Brides, straight at Andy specifically.
“You what? Oh my god, girl! He’s so not your type though, he’s the kind of guy you’d usually dismiss as a pretty boy,” she questioned, Nicky shaking her head and holding her hands up.
“That man right there, he’s one hundred percent man. He spent the best part of seven hours proving that to me as well,” she confided before motioning to Charlotte to step closer and look down her top. She did, and then back up at Nicky with her jaw practically on the floor.
“I’m going to need the finer details of how in the hell all that happened.” While they headed into the nearest coffee shop for breakfast, Andy retreated to his bunk on the bus to sleep off his night of sexual excess. Many hours later when they’d arrived at the next venue, he was making his way around to the front of the stage when he ran into Dan, who noticed something new immediately.
“Dude, is that a thong tied on your arm like a damn bracelet?” he asked, grabbing Andy’s arm and pointing at it. Since she didn’t need the decimated piece of fabric any longer, he figured he’d take away a little trophy for himself.
“Yep,” he confirmed, grinning.
“Chick with the ass?” Dan asked immediately.
“Yep,” Andy repeated, his grin widening.
“So how was it?” he questioned, Andy running his tongue over his teeth before he replied.
Well, hi. As yall may know, andy got married. Well, im not sure how i feel about this, i mean hes happy, and im happy he is happy. But at the same time, juliet simms killed him in one of her videos. Just should we trust, or ….
