The Rhythm of Our Broken Hearts (Andy/Matt)

Chapter Four: Sic Transit Gloria

“Slam it motherfucker!” CC screamed at the top of his lungs as Andy threw a shot of tequila back before slamming the glass back onto the table.

The drummer cheered, high fiving the singer as the other guys across from them tapped out. Andy smirked at his victory, it was the third drinking game he and CC had won, keeping the Black Veil legacy alive.

People were pouring in and out of the hotel room in droves. The guys in I See Stars had invited a shit load of people from the show as well as all the roadies and bands to their rooms for an insane night. People were trashed; several had already passed out between the three hotel rooms and others were doing god knows what in the bathrooms. Andy had accidentally walked in on a threesome earlier while looking for Jake.

The amount of alcohol coursing through his veins was enough to put a regular person in a coma, but he felt more alive than he had at any point over the last two days. All the anxiety and worries from earlier in the night had vanished after the first couple of drinks, freeing him from the crippling sinking feeling in his chest. Now it was just blissful numbness, exactly how he liked it.

Matt was drunk but compared to the rest of the people in the room, he was damn near sober. The twenty-seven-year-old knew his limits, and he knew how much he could drink and still function the next day. He glanced around at all the scantily clad women in the room, several of them looked like they were probably strippers, and all of them seemed hellbent on fucking a rockstar. Matt considered shooting his shot with a petite blonde who kept giving him the ‘come hither’ look, she was drop-dead gorgeous with the most amazing set of fake tits he’d ever seen.

He was just about to get up and go over to her when Andy fell back on the bed next to where he was sitting. The kid was absolutely wasted. He was still in his stage clothes, his leather vest wide open, exposing his torso. Matt watched as he rolled over on his side, grabbing onto the guitarist’s arm to help pull himself up into a sitting position. He had a wild look in his crystal blue eyes that said, ‘I’m going to make bad decisions tonight’. If Matt was a better friend, he might have cut Andy off hours ago and brought him back to his room to sleep it off.

“Andy, dude! Come here.” CC called, catching the singer’s attention.

Matt looked over to where CC, Ash, and two chicks were cutting up lines of coke on the table. He knew that Andy had tried that stuff before, but he’d never actually seen him do it. Not that Matt had any room to judge, he’d done plenty in his lifetime, but he’d also seen it destroy friends of his. Andy deserved to enjoy his youth, but Matt still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he got watching him get fucked up night after night. The kid had almost had a full-on mental breakdown because he was sober for two days, that wasn’t healthy.

Before Matt could object, Andy was pulling him towards the table where the others were. Ashley rolled up a twenty-dollar bill and did three lines in quick succession. Ash was somebody that Matt couldn’t stand, not just him, but guys like him. It was quite clear he wasn’t in it for the music, he was in it for the partying, drugs, booze and girls and he was a bad influence. Despite Andy’s disdain for the guy he still seemed concerned with impressing him, proving that he could keep up with the ‘big boys’.

“All three, Six. Don’t be a bitch.” The bassist said, passing the rolled-up bill to the younger man.

“Aw man, if we live through tonight, holy shit!” CC exclaimed, whipping his phone out and taking a video as Andy bent over, pushing his hair to the side and doing all three lines.

The rush hit Andy almost immediately, producing a euphoric feeling that perked him back up from all the alcohol in his system. The singer wasn’t as into the stuff as some of the other members of his band were, but he had to admit it was a pretty amazing feeling. He turned to Matt, laughing and falling into him, relying on the other man to help him keep upright.

“Matt, come on, it’s your turn.” He slurred, pointing over at the table.

“Fuck it, sure.” He said after a moment of hesitation, taking the bill from Andy and doing a quick line. One was enough for him; besides he didn’t plan on sticking around for much longer, he wanted to get some sleep in before bus call in the morning.

“Matt, come on, I want to do something fun,” Andy whined, tugging his friend’s arm as he motioned towards the door.

By fun, Andy probably meant ‘destruction of property’ or some other deviant behavior that John would have his ass about the next day. On their last tour together, the two of them had destroyed countless hotel rooms across the states. Matt wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from his tour manager, so it was probably best to defuse whatever horrible idea Andy had. Perhaps Matt could talk him into going back to one of their rooms and watching whatever dumb movies the hotel had on pay-per-view. Andy needed to pass the fuck out before he got himself in trouble or got hurt.

The hallway was much quieter and less crowded than the hotel rooms were, which Matt was thankful for. The smell of cheap booze, cheap perfume, and sweaty band dudes was not amongst his favorite scents. Andy was several paces ahead of him, yelling various incoherent things and stumbling over his cowboy boots. Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the drunken display, Andy was pretty entertaining when he was drunk, that was when he wasn’t trying to fight someone of course.

He ended up following him down to his and Jake’s room where Andy struggled with his key card to open the door. It took a few tries before finally the door clicked and he pushed it open, waltzing into the empty room. The younger man threw his vest off, not caring about his war paint rubbing off on the nice white sheets.

“Matt, come here.”

Matt obeyed, walking over to the bed where Andy was sitting, raising an eyebrow at the inebriated boy in front of him. Before he could react, Andy grabbed him by the arm, yanking him down onto the bed.

“Bet you can’t pin me.” He taunted, moving faster than a drunk person should be able to as he climbed on top of the guitarist, trying to use his body weight to pin him.

“You think you can wrestle me?” Matt chuckled, easily flipping over and pinning Andy on his stomach and grabbing the boy’s arms in a hold behind his back.

Andy yelled, no doubt waking whoever was unfortunate enough to have the room next to them. He managed to swing one of his legs back, hitting Matt in the chest and distracting him long enough to break free of his hold. He charged at Matt who narrowly managed to grab the singer’s forearms, wrestling with him for control. Matt was clearly stronger than Andy and was able to win the battle fairly easily as he climbed on top of him. He pinned the boy’s wrists beside his head and despite Andy’s best attempts, he couldn’t break free.

“I win. You lose.” Matt teased, smirking at his drunken attempts to free himself.

Matt looked down at Andy, his long black hair spread out on the white bedsheets, his neck exposed and his chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. The older man’s blood ran cold at the sight of his friend underneath him. Andy’s lips twisted into a seductive smirk that sent a shiver down Matt’s spine.

He squeezed the singer’s wrists harder, just to see what it would feel like to have complete control over the man. Andy was so cocky and dominating on stage, yet here he was, vulnerable and submissive as he stopped fighting against Matt’s grip. Matt felt himself starting to get hard, having drunk just enough to not realize the danger he was in.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” he whispered without thinking.

“Am I?” Andy replied, his voice deep and raspy from the show.

“We’re going to get in trouble.” Matt chuckled, hoping that Andy would put a stop to things because he knew that he didn’t have the strength to.

Andy licked his bottom lip, his white teeth biting into the plump flesh as he kept his eyes on Matt, studying his reaction. The singer wasn’t thinking properly, and in his intoxicated state, he’d lost the part of his brain that made him afraid to go after what he’d normally tell himself was off-limits. Truth was, he wanted to try this for a long time. After all the disappointing nights he’d spent with women who did nothing for him, he wanted to experience something different. He was so caught up in the moment, the ache in his gut as Matt’s grip tightened around his wrists, the butterflies he got when he thought about closing the distance between their lips, and the sense of danger that turned him on.

“I want to get in trouble.” Andy breathed, his heart pounding.

Matt let go of Andy’s wrists, moving his hand to the boy’s neck, feeling his racing pulse beneath his fingertips. He pressed in, just a little bit, just enough. Andy closed his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning softly.

“You fucking drive me insane. Do you know that?” Matt asked, moving his hand up to cup Andy’s cheek.

“Mm, do I?” Andy turned his head, kissing the older man’s hand.

Matt couldn’t take it anymore, he leaned down over Andy, caressing his painted face as their lips lingered inches apart. He closed the gap, pressing his lips against the singer’s as he laced his fingers in Andy’s silky black hair.

The kiss was slow and passionate, not rushed and sloppy. He slipped his tongue into the younger man’s mouth; Andy tasted like whiskey and cigarettes and it drove Matt crazy. This was nothing like their peck on the lips for fans, this was real. There was something raw behind it.

“Have you ever done this before?” Matt asked, trailing kissing up Andy’s jaw.

“No… have you?” Andy whispered.

“Mm, once before…” “You never told me?” Andy bit at Matt’s lower lip, sending shock waves through the man.

“You never asked. Is this what you want to do…?” Matt pulled back enough to see Andy’s face, brushing the man’s hair back.

“Y-Yes…” there was a hint of uncertainty, or maybe it was fear, in Andy’s voice that gave Matt pause.

Andy was blackout drunk, his eyes kept threatening to close as the stimulating effects of the coke started to wear off. Matt had to stop this, Andy didn’t know what he wanted, and as much as he wanted the singer, this wasn’t right. It pained him to pull back, wiping the red lipstick from his lips with the back of his hand.

Andy’s eyes went wide with a look of hurt and confusion when he realized Matt was rejecting him.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Andy… you’re too drunk. Listen you need to go to bed, okay?” Matt straightened his shirt and pants, trying to readjust his boner from being so visible.

The younger man sat up, his head spinning and making him feel nauseous from the sudden movement. The reality of what he had just asked Matt to do hit him like a ton of bricks. Fuck, what was he doing? ‘No, no, no, no’ he thought, he wasn’t gay, he just got carried away. He should be thankful that Matt pulled back. Then what explained the hole in his chest at the thought of him walking out?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Six.” Matt smiled, waving goodbye before walking out and letting the door click behind him.

Andy sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, trying to process what just happened. It was already starting to become a blur; he didn’t even remember how they had gotten back to his room. He suddenly felt the alcohol threatening to come back up as he sprinted into the bathroom, barely making it before throwing up, the tequila burning his throat.

He waited until he was sure that his stomach was empty before slowing standing back up, stumbling back into the counter. He grabbed the bottle of mouthwash by the sink, throwing back a cap full to get the taste of stomach acid out of his mouth.

Fuck, he just needed to blackout and forget all this shit. He had no idea what time it was, but it had to be at least four in the morning. He was just about to turn the corner to collapse in bed when a knock at the door caught his attention.

Almost falling over, he managed to open the door, expecting to see Jake standing there. Or maybe Matt had come back… instead, a woman was standing in the doorway. Her long dirty blonde hair fell in loose waves down her back and she was wearing heavy black eye makeup. She was thin with long tan legs and a studded leather jacket with the shortest shorts he’d ever seen. She looked slightly older than Andy, maybe in her mid-twenties, she looked familiar, but Andy was too fucked up to tell from where.

“Your friend told me this was your room.” She purred.

“My friend?”

“Yeah, Jinxx I think his name was? I asked where you were because I couldn’t find you at the party. I’m Roxy, by the way. I was at the show tonight… you caught my eye.”

Andy thought about slamming the door in her face, he didn’t have time for some groupie who just wanted to be able to go back home and brag to her friends. He started to close the door but stopped, looking the woman up and down before stepping aside and letting her in. The hotel door clicked behind her as it shut, Andy watched as she made her way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and looking up at him with lustful eyes.

Isn’t this every guy’s dream? Some smoking hot chick comes knocking on your door, begging you to fuck her. Andy thought about how moments earlier it had been him laying back on that bed, begging some guy in a band to fuck him. The thought made his stomach turn, no… he wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be, not after all the years of being called names in school, on stage, and even just walking down the street. He didn’t want Matt like that, he was just caught up in the moment, a little curious maybe, but definitely not gay. Roxy was a sign; he’d prove it himself.

“Are you just going to stand there and look at me… or are we going to have some fun, rockstar?” she purred, slipping her leather jacket off revealing a lacy red bra.

The singer stumbled over to the bed, falling down onto it next to the half-naked woman. He could barely see straight, his head spinning as she climbed on top of him, her hips grinding against his. Andy reached up, cupping her breast in his hands before ripping the lace fabric off.

Roxy’s lips crashed into his as she pressed herself against the raven-haired singer. Andy flipped her over, tugging her tight shorts off. His eyes scanned her now naked body, she was beautiful, any man would be drooling at the sight. Yet, here he was with her sprawled out beneath him and all he wanted to do was get it over with so he could pass out.

“Fuck me…” Roxy whispered, her hands moving to the waistband of Andy’s spandex leggings.

He tugged them off, pumping himself with his hand as he tried to get hard. He could tell that she was getting impatient, a girl like her probably wasn’t used to having to work for it. She laced her fingers in the singer’s hair, pulling Andy into another kiss, lining her hips up with his. The alcohol flowing through his veins wasn’t helping the situation as he struggled to stay hard.

He felt himself starting to blackout, it wasn’t him, it was the alcohol. Had she found him earlier this wouldn’t be a problem, or maybe he just didn’t like blondes.

“What’s wrong love? Am I not your type?” she pouted, his manicured fingertips brushing Andy’s hair back.

“Darling… I’m so fucking wasted right now.” Andy chuckled, hoping that she would take the hint and just leave. He was over the entire night.

Roxy huffed and pushed him off of her, standing up and putting his shorts and jacket back on, zipping it up over her tits. She looked beyond pissed, but that wasn’t Andy’s fault, there were plenty of guys that would love to satisfy her. It wasn’t his fault that she pretty much forced her way inside only to be disappointed. Sorry sweetheart, the party’s over.

“Sure, that’s it…” there was spite in her tone, and if Andy was sober, he might have caught the meaning behind her comment.

He heard the door slam behind her before everything faded to black.