WARNING: SMUT

We were stopped at a hotel for the first time this tour. Andy kept glaring at me, and CC kept looking between us as we rode the elevator up to our rooms.

Andy dragged me down the hallway to our room, and he shoved the key in the slot, pushing the door open and closing it behind us. We discarded our things in the bedroom, and I kind of just lurked around the living room while Andy checked everything out.

"We're too tired, Ash. Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow." Andy walked into the living room where I was, and he hung up on my brother, tossing his phone on the couch, and he approached me. I backed up until I no longer could, and Andy pulled me against him harshly.

"Go to the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute," he said, and I scurried off. He slapped my ass as I passed, and I let out a yelp, because it stung. When I reached the bedroom, I decided to strip myself of all my clothes to make things easier. I laid myself on the bed, reaching down to slowly rub my clit. I let out a moan when I did so.

"Don't touch yourself," Andy said as he closed the door behind him. I did as instructed, and he approached with a malicious grin. He quickly undressed, and he crawled over me.

"All fours. Now," he instructed. I did as told, because I wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. He slapped my ass again, and I shrieked.

"That's for earlier. I still can't believe you," he said. I looked behind me to see he was putting on a condom and lubing himself up. I had a feeling he wasn't going to be as gentle as last time.

Before I knew it, he was pushing in, and I had to contain my voice, although I couldn't.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. Andy slapped my ass again, and I tossed my head back as he thrust into me at a somewhat fast pace. He gripped my hair, tugging on it, and he pulled me up against him. I rested my hands on my thighs, and Andy placed his lips on my neck, sucking and biting. He'd give me the occasional slap on the ass, and I'm sure it was red and raw already.

He pulled out and discarded the condom, shoving his erection in my face.

"Suck it, baby," he panted, and I swallowed nervously. I hadn't done this before. But, I took him in my hand, and I placed my mouth on the head, hearing him groan. Soon enough, his erection was covered in my saliva, and he pulled me off of him, shoving me so my ass was in the air. He pushed back in, and I let out a groan. He gripped my hips, letting down another slap against my rear, and he collapsed on top of me, going somehow deeper. But, I liked it.

"You're such a sex whore. Much like your brother," he said in my ear. I shut my eyes as he pounded into me, gripping the bed sheets and moaning rather loudly.

"Scream my name, baby," he said as his thrusts started to become sloppy. He reached down and started to rub my clit, sending me over the edge as I released.

"ANDY! Fuck," I said. He released inside of me, stopping all movements. He moaned out my name, and we both were panting like dogs. He pulled me against him, my back to his front, and he pulled out, his seed dripping out and landing on his thigh. I collapsed back against the pillows, and Andy went to work cleaning me up with his tongue.

"God. That was fantastic," I said when Andy collapsed next to me. He nodded in agreement.

"We should have sex more often," Andy said.

"How? We're always on a cramped bus," I told him. He smiled.

"Well, we're here for a week, so... maybe we could deny all requests to go out and stay here the whole time," Andy said. I thought it over. They would definitely get suspicious of our activities. No doubt.

"That's not a very good idea," I said. My phone made a noise from my shorts, and I scrambled to collect it. It was Ashley, and there was a picture attached.

"No way!" I exclaimed. He spotted John from The Maine down in the lobby. He was literally one of my favorite people.

"What?" Andy asked as he sat up.

"Come on!" I exclaimed, and I rushed to put my clothes back on. Andy followed my lead, and soon we were joining Ashley in the lobby where he was talking to John. He looked over at me, his eyes meeting mine, and my knees buckled. Andy caught me, and placed a hand on the small of my back to keep me steady.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"John, this is Casey. My sister. She loves your band," Ashley said. I approached him, and he stuck his hand out to me. I took his hand, shaking it.

All thoughts about how I'd just gotten fucked into oblivion were gone when John offered a picture and a hug. I accepted both, and before he left he gave me his number.

"I am so freaking happy right now. You are amazing, Ashley," I said. The three of us started for the elevator, and when we were inside, Ashley hit a button that made it stop.

"Oh come on, Ashley," I said. He shook his head.

"What did you two do?" He asked.

"That wouldn't be the whole story," Andy said, and he dived into telling Ashley about mine and Sammy's activities on the bus earlier before leading into the fact that we'd had sex again just fifteen minutes before. My face was as red as a tomato by the end, and Ashley glared at me.

"I told you, Casey! I don't want you and Andy together!" He exclaimed. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed.

When Ashley got the elevator running again, I ditched Andy and walked quickly to our room. But, I had to wait for him because I didn't have a key. They both approached and I glared at Andy.

"Are we gonna fight?"

"Oh yeah," I said. He nodded and opened the door, and I pulled him inside. I closed the door on my brother, and I stormed into the living room.

"Why would you tell him that!?" I asked. Andy sat down on the armchair, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know, Casey."

"You already know Ashley doesn't want us together. Why would you make it worse!?" I asked. Andy stood up.

"I don't know!" He yelled.

"Clearly you had some idea!" I shot back. Andy pushed me so I was against the wall.

"Get your hands off of me!" I exclaimed. I pushed him off of me.

"Why do you keep pushing me away? Do you want to be with me or not!?" Andy asked angrily.

"You know what... maybe we shouldn't do this. Ashley was right," I said, and I pushed past him. I opened the door, coming face to face with the four guys. I rolled my eyes at them and walked past them. I took the stairs, and halfway down I bumped into someone. I looked up, realizing it was John.

"Oh. I'm... I'm sorry," I said, and I went to keep going, but he grabbed my arm, making me stop.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "You look a little upset."

"Just.. Andy and I got in a little dispute. It's nothing," I said. He looked into my eyes, and he shook his head.

"Why don't you join me for coffee, and we can talk about it. You are not letting it fester," he said. I smiled and nodded. We walked down the stairs together, talking about little things until we reached a small coffee shop. We sat down in a booth, ordered our drinks, and John looked me over while we waited.

The second the waitress left, John spoke.

"You don't seem big on relationships. What did you and Andy fight over?" He asked.

"It was stupid. One minute we're going at it like rabbits, and the next we're arguing about whether or not we should be together. I'm confused, because you're right. I don't do relationships," I said.

"Wait, did you guys fuck before or after you met me down in the lobby?" John asked. I blushed.

"Before," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. "And we went hard, John." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"That's hot," he said. I blushed deeper.

"But he asked me if I wanted to be with him or not, and I told him that we shouldn't be together because Ashley is right," I said.

"How is Ashley right?" He asked. I sighed.

"Ashley doesn't want us together because I'm his sister and Andy is his band mate. It also has a little bit to do with my age," I said. John nodded.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Just turned eighteen yesterday," I said. He raised his brows.

"Wow. You're really young. I think I can see why Ashley wouldn't want you two together. You should be dating a guy your age, not a guy who's six years older than you," he said. I nodded.

"There is a guy though... he's seventeen... but I'm not sure how I feel about him. He was my first friend when I moved to LA in May," I said.

"First friend since moving or first friend ever?" John asked.

"First friend ever," I said. All of a sudden I felt like crying, but I didn't know why. Was it because of Andy? Ashley? Was it because of Sammy? I had no clue.

"I don't know what to do," I confessed, letting the first tear fall. John ditched his drink to join me in my booth, and he wrapped me up in a side hug. He let me cry into him for a while, and I was grateful. My phone went off in my pocket minutes later. I knew it was Andy before looking because I set his ringtone to Into Your Arms by The Maine. I looked up at John who had a grin on his face as I blushed. I answered the call, putting the phone up to my ear.

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

"Where are you? It's getting late, and I can't find you," Andy said.

"It doesn't matter. You're an asshole," I said with a sniff. John wiped my tears away with his thumb, and I leant against him more.

"Whatever, Casey. Just come back to the hotel. Ashley is worried," Andy said.

"Good. Let him worry. It's his fault too," I said, and I hung up. I shut my phone off, and I looked up at John.

"Take me anywhere that isn't the hotel. Please," I said. He nodded.

"Sure," he said. He left some money on the table, and we left.

We walked a ways, coming to a house, and it dawned on me that I forgot John lived here in Arizona. I didn't let him know that though. He just led me inside and up to his room, where we both got ready for bed. I had just finished undressing when he entered from the bathroom, and he took in my appearance.

"Wow. You're gorgeous," he said. I smiled.

"Thanks. I can sleep here?" I asked, pointing to the bed.

"Oh. Of course. I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor," he said.

"Wait, since you have a house here... Why were you at the hotel earlier?" I asked. He looked ashamed.

"I was looking for a girl to pick up, but it didn't work," he said simply. I laughed and shook my head before pulling the covers back and slipping in under them.

He stripped down to his boxer briefs, and he slid in next to me, turning out the light.

~~

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable. I sat up, noticing my bra had become crooked from possible tossing and turning. I removed it with a shrug, deciding that I didn't want to spend the rest of the night fixing it. I laid back down, facing a sleeping John O' Callaghan, and I smiled. He shifted in his sleep before opening his eyes and smiling at me sleepily.

"Hi Casey," he muttered, making my heart leap. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and retreated to the bathroom, and he returned quickly. He looked at me, eyes trailing from my face down, and he smiled.

"You're too much," he said, and he hovered over me, pressing his lips against mine.

"Doesn't this go against what you said earlier?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Do you care?" He asked.

"No."

"Then neither do I," he said, and he kissed me again. He stuck his hand in my panties, feeling how wet I was, and he pulled away, smirking at me.

"It seems the little lady is quite turned on," he said, his accent showing through, making me grow wetter. I nodded, and he removed my panties, which were soaked, and he tossed them away. John removed his boxers, his erection making its appearance. He was bigger than Andy, and even Andy was still an impressive size. I knew I was staring, and John chuckled.

"Let's get this party started," he said, and he spit on his hand, rubbing himself. When he deemed himself ready, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in, all the way, making me lose my shit right there.

"Oh my- holy hell," I whimpered. John chuckled and pulled out a ways before pushing back in. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, and he quickened his thrusts.

It wasn't long before I felt like I was going to cum. John let me know he was going to pull out, but it didn't exactly work too well. He shot his load inside of me, but I didn't mind. He pulled out when I had finished, and he rushed out to grab a towel. We cleaned ourselves up before curling back up together and falling asleep.

~~

I woke up the next morning alone. I sat up and pulled my clothes back on, heading downstairs to meet John in the living room with a book.

"Hey sexy," he said.

"Hey. Could you walk me back to the hotel? I don't know the way," I said. He nodded and stood. We left, hands laced together as we walked.

When we entered the lobby, John leaned down and pressed one last kiss to my lips.

"If you ever need to talk or a quick fuck, give me a call," he said. I nodded and he left. I headed up to mine and Andy's room. Oh God. What would Andy say? I knocked on the door, and it was pulled open by a sleepy Andy. When he realized who it was, he glared at me and pulled me inside.

"Where the fuck were you last night, Casey? We were all worried sick!" Andy asked. I rubbed my face.

"Look, can we talk later? I really need a shower," I said. He crossed his arms.

"Fine. But you're not leaving until we are completely done talking," he said.

"Fine," I said, and I walked away to the bathroom.

After my shower, I got dressed and brushed my hair and teeth before meeting Andy in the living room.

"Good. Now that we're all here..." He said. I looked around. All the guys were here.

"You want to get in a fight in front of all of them?"I asked.

"It's not gonna be a fight unless you let it," Andy said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You are unbelievable. Fine, what did you want to talk about?" I asked. He sighed. Ashley stood up.

"Where did you go last night?" He asked.

"I went out," I said.

"Care to elaborate a little more?" Andy asked accusingly.

"Don't treat me like a villain, Biersack," I said. He backed away, and I turned back to my brother.

"I went out with John last night. We bumped into each other on the stairs, went out for coffee, and I talked to him," I said. Ashley nodded.

"Where did you go after?"He asked.

"We went to his house, and he let me stay the night," I said.

"Why was he here if he has a house here?" CC asked.

"I asked the same thing. Told me he was trying to pick up a girl. And it worked. He picked me up," I said. Andy looked outraged.

"You-!" Andy went to step forward, but Jake, thankfully, held him back.

"What do you mean he picked you up?" Ashley asked.

"We had sex, Ashley," I said. I met Andy's eyes, and he stopped all movement to get Jake off of him. Ashley just shook his head and rubbed his face.

"Can Casey and I have a few moments alone?" Andy asked, his gaze never leaving me. They all left, and when the door shut behind them, he let out a frustrated groan.

"Casey!" He yelled.

"What?" I asked.

"Did he at least pull out?" He asked.

"No. But you didn't either!" I said. He put his face in his hands.

"You can get pregnant! What are you doing?" He asked me.

"I'm living my life. I've been cooped up my entire life doing the right things. Going to school, applying to colleges. Staying away from alcohol, and sex, and boys. Andy, I told you. I don't want a relationship. Ever. I don't want to get married or have kids, and you probably do," I said.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't let guys cum inside you," he said.

"Fine. Then you won't be having sex with me," I said.

"Great," he said.

"Awesome. We done here? Because I have a phone call to make," I said. He nodded and left for the kitchen. I entered the hallway where the guys were waiting.

"Brutal," Jake said. I glared at him.

"You let him- God damnit, Casey! If you're pregnant, I will personally beat whoever's baby it is. Including Andy," Ashley said.

"Well, guess you're waiting a few weeks then," I said.

~~

We were back home three weeks later. I hadn't gone to the end of tour party, knowing that I could possibly be pregnant, and it was freaking me out. It was the complete opposite of what I wanted, and as much as I hated to say it, Andy was right. I needed to use protection.

John and I were constantly texting since I told him I could possibly be pregnant, and he wanted to make me feel better.

"That's it! I can't stand not knowing. I'm taking you to the doctors," Ashley said. I let John know I was headed to find out, and Ashley, Andy, and I left.

"Casey Marie?" My name was called, and the three of us stood up.

"No. You two wait here," I said. I followed my doctor down the hall to a room, and she set everything up. She took a few tests, and the results took about twenty four hours, so we headed home.

"I told you! She's gonna give me a call. Shut the fuck up, Andy," I told him. He frowned and left me alone.

When the phone rang the next day, I was quick to answer it.

"Hello?"

"I'm going to need you to come down here."

I was sitting alone in the small room, and I jumped a little when my doctor entered the room.

"So? What's the news?"I asked.

"You're not pregnant- but, there's something else." Oh no. I have uterine cancer.

"You can't have kids," she told me. Oh.

"Can I go?"I asked her. She nodded. I left, and we drove home in silence. Andy was happy I wasn't pregnant, but I didn't tell him that I couldn't even have kids. I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Or anyone.
John was rather relieved when I told him I wasn't pregnant, and he even offered to drive up and take me out for ice cream to celebrate. Which I accepted, because I needed some company that wasn't Sammy, Andy, or Ashley.

His text that told me his location was what got me off the couch a couple days later. Ashley and Andy had both noticed an attitude change, and with every attempt to ask me what was wrong, I would blow it off. They didn't understand.

I met John at Baskin Robbins, and he bought me a vanilla cone.

"Woah. You don't look too good," he told me when he handed it to me. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said as we sat down.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Don't do that to me. If something is seriously wrong, you need to talk about it. You can't let it fester," he told me. I let out a sigh, which was followed by a few tears.

"I was at the doctors the other day after she told me I needed to come in. She said I wasn't pregnant... but she also told me something else," I said.

"What was that?" John asked, sincerity in his voice.

"I can't have kids," I said. He stopped all movement, his cone falling and hitting the table.

"Casey. Oh my God. Are you okay?" He asked. He took my cone from me and set it on a napkin, and he joined me on my side of the booth, just like he did three weeks ago.

"I don't know. I never even wanted kids in the first place," I said. He hugged me against him.

"Have you told anyone else?" He asked.

"No. Couldn't bring myself to do it," I said. He nodded and pulled me up.

"Okay. I'm taking you home. You need to tell them," I shook my head.

"I don't want to go home. I want to go home." I said. John looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I was raised in an orphanage back in Baltimore," I said. He nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry, Casey. I can't take you to Baltimore. Come on," he said, and we walked out of Baskin Robbins together.

We pulled up in front of my house, and John escorted me to the door. I opened it, finding Andy sitting on the couch on the phone. We both entered, and he looked up, and I caught him rolling his eyes, which made me feel even worse about what I was going to tell them. John looked at me.

"Where's your brother?" He asked.

"Ashley!?" I called, and he came thumping down the stairs.

"There you are. Andy hang up," Ashley said. He did as told. John nudged me, and I latched myself onto his side.

"There's something I need to tell you both," I said. They both turned their attention on me. I took a deep breath.

"When we were at the doctors, she told me that I can't have kids," I said.

"Well, that's good then. You didn't want kids in the first place. And now you can let as many guys as you want cum inside you," Andy said, his sarcasm strong. My eyes filled with tears, and the tears spilled over, and John pulled me into his arms.

"You're an asshole, Biersack," John growled as he rubbed my back. Ashley stayed quiet.

"I'm gonna have to leave soon. Will you be alright here?" John asked. I stepped away from him and nodded.

"Yeah. Go ahead," I said. He pressed a kiss against the corner of my mouth before leaving. I faced Andy.

"I hate you," I told him. "You don't react that way to important things."

"How'd he act?" Andy asked.

"He dropped his ice cream and comforted me," I said. Andy laughed bitterly.

"I'm not going to play this game anymore. You don't want me; fine. But I'm not going to try and win you over against two other guys when you don't want anyone," Andy said, and he headed up to his room. I followed, entering his room through the bathroom.

"You're wrong," I told him. He turned to face me.

"I don't want Sammy, and I don't want John. I want you, but you're being a complete ass. Clean up your fucking attitude," I said.

Andy furrowed his eyebrows at me, and he approached, pinning me against the wall.

"You've had the attitude around here lately, Miss Marie. I expect yours to change too," he growled. I let out a deep breath, and I kissed him hungrily. We moved to the bed, and Andy pinned me against the mattress.

~~

We collapsed next to each other, our breathing heavy, and Andy kissed me deeply.

"I know you don't do relationships, but would you be my girlfriend, Casey?"

Notes

Oh shit. I removed the last smut scene here at the end. Lol
I kind of kept thinking of Casey as a whore in this chapter. Lol oops. Sorry guys. She's not lol.

Enjoy! Longest chapter so far. :)

Y'all are awesome.