The first thing I investigated in the large hotel suite was the bathroom. It was very clean and even had a huge bathtub which of course filled me with glee. I bit on my bottom lip and walked out of the bathroom back into the main room, digging some pajamas out of my duffel bag. “I know it’s late, but I think I may use the tub to run a bubble bath,” I informed Andy. “Relax my muscles and nerves after flying.”

“That’s fine,” the dark haired male said as he finished getting some toiletries out of his duffel bag. He walked into the bathroom while I was getting stuff out of my own duffel to brush his teeth and whatnot. I walked in behind him and laid my pajamas down on the vanity, along with my own tooth paste and brush, hair brush too.

“Uh,” I scratched at the back of my head somewhat as I leant over and turned on the bath-tub water, pouring a little bubble bath mixture into it. “It’s going to be really forward and shit, but do you want to take a bath, too? Look, it won’t be awkward on my behalf or anything… I can keep my feelings inside where they belong. Just two friends, soaking in a tub. We can pretend it’s a hot tub?” I teased him a little, noticing the red marks on his somewhat pale cheeks.

“Do you really want me to? I mean hell, I’ve probably still got war paint on… it never comes off that great in the shower on the bus… only in a hotel room does it ever properly come off…” he admitted, his voice trailing off. He probably thought he’d scare me off with the thought of a black bath but.. I was open to anything.

“You aren’t scaring me off that easy. C’mon, get a bath with me.” I nudged him with my foot as I sat at the edge of the tub while it filled up.

“Alright. No awkwardness though,” Andy reminded me and I nodded my head. I started to undress right in front of him, but like a gentleman, he fiddled with his own clothes, making sure his eyes were diverted from me. Let’s face it—it was no secret that I really wanted Andy Biersack, like I'd never wanted anyone else in my entire life, and it was starting to become obvious to me, that he wanted me as well. But I wasn’t going to ruin this. I was going to prove to him that we could do things like this, and it not ruin the friendship or whatever this is between us.

Once completely nude, I slipped into the warm bubble bath, turning the water off since the tub was full enough. I glanced over at him, seeing him standing in merely just his boxers. “Look, I’ll cover my eyes until you’re in,” I said, putting my hands over my eyes. I heard Andy make a grunting sound, shoving his boxers off, then heard and felt him slip into the bathtub across from me. I felt his legs underneath the water, rub against mine, which kind of tickled so I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.

“This is… different,” Andy chuckled a little, I finally took my hands away from my eyes.

“Different but nice.” I admitted and closed my eyes, relaxing in the tub. I could already feel the warm water doing wonders for my back, hearing it pop in places it hadn’t in a few days.

“You really are relaxed around me, huh? It isn’t awkward for you?” Andy asked and I shook my head, not even bothering to open my eyes.

“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, Andy. How could I possibly be awkward around you? Nervous maybe… anxious… but not awkward. It’s not that I don’t want you, because obviously I do. But I respect you just got broken up with. I respect that you’re still in love with someone else, and it might take you years to move on… if you move on. Who’s to say you and Juliet might not get back together next week?”

The next thing I knew, I was taken by surprise by the fact I felt Andy tugging on my arm, pulling me over to sit in the tub between his legs. I laid back against him, my back against his chest, looking up into his eyes. His face was upside down from this angle, but I didn’t mind it.

“I do love Juliet. I’m going to always love her, just as I’ll always love Scout. They were instrumental in who I am today.” He informed me and I nodded my head. “But I wouldn’t take Juliet back tomorrow, or next week, or even the next month. Because in the last couple of days, I’ve fallen for somebody else. Someone that I want to give a chance one day really soon.” When he spoke those words, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest.

“I may break her heart one day, she may turn out to be not what I wanted, or maybe I won’t end up being who she thought I was… but it’s worth a try. I learned a long time ago to not let opportunities go to waste. If you never try something, you’ll never know the outcome of it. You’ll never know whether or not you’re going to succeed or fail.” Andy continued and I nodded my head a little.

“That’s how I feel… I feel so bad because… I want to be your advice guru, I want to help you through this heartbreak, but at the same time I want you to myself and I know that’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t be this close to you. I should just… accept that I’m your friend and not push for more. I feel like I’m being pushy, I feel like I’m clingy and begging.” I admitted to him, feeling a couple tears spring to my eyes. Andy immediately shook his head.

“You aren’t being pushy. You may be a little forward, but, if you aren’t forward in life—you go backwards. You aren’t clingy or begging. If anything, I’ve been clinging to you. You didn’t ask me for us to share a room together. I assumed we would. You asked me to get in this bathtub, I could have said no.” He explained, rubbing my arm gently. I assume he’d seen the tears spring to my eyes…

“You probably should have…” I said in a quiet voice and laid my head against his chest, sighing. “I just can’t help feeling like I’m in the wrong. Like I’m not giving you enough space to get over her… that I’m taking advantage of you. I don’t mean to be if I am,” I whispered.

“I assure you that you aren’t. If you were, I’d let you know. I’m really fucking happy you can be this way with me, Livvy, and not expect anything more for a little while. Most girls in this situation, they’d want me to kiss them, they’d want me… to fuck them. You’re not begging for that… I can tell that’s the last thing on your mind.” Andy admitted.

“And it is. Sure it’d be nice, to be your girl, to be… pummeled by you…not like I can’t feel your….against me right now,” I said with a small giggle. “But that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to be your friend and I hope I’m being a good one.”

“You are,” he reassured me, blushing heavily at what I had mentioned about his cock being against me. I could feel it and it twitched every so often, telling me that he was ‘responding’ to my being against him. I noticed that the water was starting to turn a little grey from war paint coming off of him so I lathered him up a nice sponge and handed it to him.

“You need to scrub, mister Biersack.” I teased and he gave me the ‘look,’ while laughing. I on the other hand started to lather up another sponge and washed over my body, not really caring if Andy looked…I stole a few peeks at him but not too many to make it too obvious. I never got a good look at his ‘junk,’ although I have a feeling he got a good look or two at my breasts. After rinsing my body in the water, I lathered up my hair with shampoo…my personal preference of shampoo. It smelled like wild strawberries.

“You know, that shampoo of yours really smells good,” Andy commented. I handed him the bottle.

“There, use some yourself. That way you’ll smell like me all the time,” I grinned a little and he chuckled, nodding his head, agreeing to use my shampoo.

After we washed out our hair, we both stepped out of the bathtub and at that point, I didn’t even think to steal a look at Andy. I just felt so comfortable around him now…felt like I shouldn’t have wandering eyes. I grabbed a towel and started to dry my body, wrapping it around myself when I was content. I blow-dried my hair and then slipped on pajamas.

In the course of my doing that, Andy had dried off and slipped on a pair of boxers, disappearing to the bedroom part of the hotel suite. I walked out of the bathroom and found him lying in the bed with his laptop.

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