The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Demon-weasels, BVB somnolent frontman launch, and Andy Biersack's pee-fear
I came to, pinned to my bed and overheated. I couldn’t move my arms! I started to panic, and used all my strength to heave the weight off of my torso and abdomen, free myself, and escape! I felt a stinging in my vagina as the weight was rolled off, and then I heard a deep yelp and I realized my mistake. I saw I had just bodily launched a peacefully dozing Andy, who had apparently not even pulled out yet, off the side of my bed! I remembered everything quickly and felt like the worst girlfriend on the planet.
“Andy! Are you ok? Oh, Andy!” I clambered awkwardly off the bed, unable to use my arms, still stuck above my head in Andy’s pants, barely conscious, and found him looking dazed on the floor, my pants around his thighs. “Oh, Andy, I’m so sorry! I’m not used to sleeping with other people. I got startled, I’m so sorry!”
Andy shucked my pants off, then pulled himself up off the floor. I was frustrated at being unable to help him stand. Andy just pulled me to him, still a little befuddled. “Shhh… Don’t worry about it. Please, don’t cry. Please.” He bent down to kiss me tenderly. It made me want to cry all the more, I could feel all my defenses melting away. “See- I’m fine! Ok? Oop- hold on.”
Now that he was almost soft again, the condom was barely hanging on, and had been about to slip off. He snagged it just in time, tied it in a knot, and tossed it in the garbage. “So- what do you think of Kimonos, Hot-shot?”
Andy looked at me, his eyes glittering, with just the hint of smile. “Gwyn, that was fucking amazing. However, I do not attribute that to the brand of condom used,” he put a hand on my waist, squeezing it, and raising his eyebrows, “call me crazy, but I’m certain there was another factor at play.” He winked, and I blushed, looking away, before feeling him lightly kiss the same spot on my neck he had worked over so heavily- it tingled. We just smiled at each other as he worked his belt loose, and helped me get my arms out of his pants.
“I know it’s late- want to take a really quick shower before taking your little demon-weasel in for boarding, and then packing?”
I frowned. “Andy- Sherpa is my son. Watch your damned tongue. It’s not his fault you tried to suck him off.” I am bristly about my babies. Maybe a little too reactionary.
“I’m sorry, I was just joking. Really. I love his little bear-ears.” He paused, frowning. “I do not love that his dick is where his belly button should be. But other than that, Sherpa is a cute, little guy.” Andy smiled, looking cautiously hopeful. It was adorable. I reached for his face, wanting to touch it, suddenly wanting to be sure he was really there. He took my hand in his and pressed a kiss to my fingers, making me smile like an idiot. “Uh- just wait a second, though. I have to piss.”
I laughed. I had seen dudes piss hundreds of times, but if Andy would get ‘pee-fear’ or whatever, then I could wait outside. “Ok.”
Andy looked kind of nervous. He bit his lip, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before scampering off to the bathroom. What the fuck was he up to now?
QOTD: so- villains?