Andy, You're A Star

After I finished my shower, Oli rushed us over to Mattie’s house for a band meeting. I hardly had time to put on a little make-up and blow-dry my hair. I pulled on a pair of dark blue skinnies and Oli’s Pink Floyd shirt I’d been wearing earlier, and slipped my feet into my skimmers. Oli had put on a red and black buffalo plaid flannel shirt and his old black Vans Slip-Ons that he’s had since I met him.

Oliver drove well above the legal limit, and I thumbed through our CD’s, picking out a random one and shoving it into the CD player. It was about a twenty minute drive from where we lived, on the south side of Sheffield, to where Mattie and Sammi lived, on the north side of Rotherham, which was like an extension of Sheffield.

Sammi was a girl who started dating Mattie toward the end of high school. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than Mattie, and very leggy. She had pretty caramel brown hair the shone reddish in the sun, and it fell down her back in graceful loops and curls. Her face was striking, like she could have been a model. In fact, I think she was. Whatever the case, Matt was head over heals for this girl, and she was very sweet, so it wasn’t hard to like her.

When we pulled into the driveway, Oli turned off the car and looked at me for a long moment. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he mock-glared.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he stated, pouting.

I laughed, “you know, Ol, that look might work on all those squealing little girls that you sing to, but it doesn’t work on me. I know better.”

“Liar,” he smirked, and I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him toward me. With his face inches away from mine, I whispered, “what’re you gonna do about it?”

A look fell over his face and his smile grew devilish. It was clear that he was thinking very dangerous thoughts, and I wanted to hear them all.

“They’re waiting for us inside, love,” he informed me, and I knew that, but I could tell Oli wasn’t exactly itching to go into the house just yet. I managed to slip into the empty back seat, and Oli followed, putting himself above me. I wasn’t having that. It was my idea, so I got to be the leader. With a gentle push, I had him sitting down and it allowed me to straddle his waist. I wiggling myself closer to him, and I could feel him through his jeans. My stomach flipped, and I pressed my lips to his gently, resting my hands on his arms.

He kissed me back eagerly, gripping my bum and forcing me closer still, so that he was pressed against me, and I couldn’t ignore it. I groaned, sucking on his lower lip. His hands slipped up the back of my shirt, and there was a loud knock on the window next to us. I jumped, and we both looked to see Curtis standing there with a video camera, filming us. He waved, and I flipped him off. Oli was way more pissed than I was, and as soon as I was safely off his lap, he shoved open the door and chased down Curtis, tackling him in the front lawn.

I had to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. It was the second time today that Oli got me all riled up, and we had to stop for some reason or another. I didn’t know how much more I could take. At this rate, I was going to have to steal him into a bathroom and have my way with him. I sighed, smoothing my shirt (well, Oli’s shirt) and getting out of the car.

Oli had Curtis on the ground with him in a headlock, and the camera was laying a few feet away.

“Andy…get the tape,” Oliver grunted, and I went over and popped open the tape deck. There was nothing in it, and I showed Oli. He released Curtis and got off the ground, saying something about a ‘fucking wanker’ before he came over and took my hand. He led me into the house, still grumbling about Curtis, and we went straight into the basement where everyone would be waiting for us.

The meeting dragged on slowly. Lee kept getting us off track, talking about some stupid game he and Matt Kean were playing before we arrived, and it was harder to keep my hands off of Oli as the minutes ticked by. We came to a general consensus that Bring Me The Horizon would sign with Thirty Days of Night, under certain terms. Including a different PR, a female, at Oli’s urging.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like spending time with Oli’s band, because they were all hilarious and sweet guys, and I kind of wanted to stick around until Sammi got home, but I couldn’t. By the time we wrapped everything up, I was dragging Oli out to the car, and demanding that he get us home as fast as possible. He looked confused for a moment, but it became clear to him what my hurry was when I brought his face to mine and kissed him enthusiastically.

After this, he was all too willing to speed the entire way home. He barely had the car shut off when I was out and running around to his side. He got out and shut the door when I reached him, and I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Oli caught me easily, and I connected our lips, arching myself into him. He groaned, holding me against him and kissing me back eagerly. He somehow managed to get into the house and shut the door behind him, before we collapsed on the living room floor.

Oli held the back of my head when we hit the ground, and never broke the kiss. I was so excited by this point, I was wishing that we were nudists so we didn’t have to waste so much time getting undressed.

I pealed off Oli’s hoodie, and started to unbutton his shirt, before breaking away from him and fumbling with the buttons.

“Fuck, why do you wear so much sodding clothes?!” I hissed, leaning up and taking the buttons between my teeth. I bit them off, and spit them aside, much to Oli’s amusement.

“Christ, Andy. What’s gotten into you?” he laughed, sitting back so I could reach the buttons better. Once I had them out of the way, I practically ripped his shirt off. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Nothing yet, Ol. Hopin’ you could change that,” I smirked, and the smile faded from his face. He smashed his lips into mine, and I ran my fingers over his smooth, bare back. He pulled us up from the floor, and I climbed the front of his body, hooking my legs around his waist yet again. He walked down the hall to our room and pushed us up against the door. I felt around for the knob and turned it, allowing us to go in. I left the door open behind us, and Oli pulled my shirt over my head, kissing my neck and my chest.

We made it to the bed, at last, and he had my jeans off in record time. I was laying on my back and he stood between my knee’s, throwing my jeans behind him somewhere. I pushed his down his legs, and he crawled onto the bed, stepping out of his pants in the process.

When the front line of his body pressed against mine, I could feel him through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs and my panties. It made my head spin, and he ground his hips into mine, tearing a groan from my throat.

“Ol, rubber,” I sighed, relishing the feeling of his lips on my throat and his hands groping me. He sat back for a moment, tearing open the package with his teeth. I pulled his underwear off, and licked my suddenly dry lips. Before I knew it, his lips were against mine again, and his body was working above me. It was such a relief to finally feel him again, after waiting all day.

I gripped his back and he moaned as both of us started breathing more and more heavily.

After who knows how long, I was left gasping and covered with sweat, both mine and his. I hadn’t felt this good in a very long time, and I smiled to myself, until Oli spoke up.

“What the fuck! Piece of rubbish,” he muttered, and I looked at him curiously. He bit his lip, staring at the sheets next to him where he knelt, by my legs.

When his eyes met mine, my stomach dropped and I felt sick suddenly. The look in his eyes was enough, but I was more horrified to hear what he was going to say.

“What?” I asked quietly, hoping it wouldn’t be as bad as I was anticipating.

It was.

“Um…it broke,” he sighed, placing a hand on my leg. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head drop back onto the pillow.

“Did it…I mean, is it…” I couldn’t even form a coherent question.

“Well you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice light, trying to keep me from panicking.

“Ol, I haven’t been on the pill in months. It was making me sick, remember?”

“Fuck…” he huffed, rubbing his hands over his face.

Oliver always knew how to sum up a situation.