The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

“Biersack! I see that!” Gwyn shot me a look, scowling, half amusement, half pissed off.

Hmmm… Gwyn’s kinda extra sexy when she’s mad at me. I gave my cock a good squeeze and a solid stroke. I bit my lip and stared at her, but of course she was watching the road. “I’m shielding it from the seatbelt. I couldn’t help it, I got hard when I was thinking about you. The way your waist curves down to your hips-“

“-Andy!” I gave myself a few more good strokes while she was talking, biting my lip and nodding. Fuck, she was mad, she had such full lips, it was hot! “Someone in a truck could see you in my car and call the cops!”

“A definite possibility.” I squeezed the head of my cock. “I’d just explain that I had only recently managed to seduce you, using my extraordinary, rock-star charisma and easy-going personality, only to become completely besotted by you and addicted to your gorgeous body.” Gwyn shot me a warning look. I pumped my shaft a few more times. I wasn’t intending to get off, but it felt good, and I was enjoying this. I knew she loved flattery.

I grinned and looked at Gwyn’s breasts. They were heaving a little, I had succeeded in turning her on. That, or infuriating her. Maybe a little bit of both. I started a good, steady rhythm, enjoying the sensation, watching her drive, pointedly ignoring me, frowning.

I reached over with my other hand and squeezed Gwyn’s thigh. She bit her lips together and tried to suppress a groan, which came out as, ‘mrmph,’ and arched her back a little, but still kept her eyes on the road. I ran my hand down her thigh to her knee, then back up and lightly squeezed again. Gwyn’s breathing was definitely heavier now, but so was mine. I went a little faster on my dick, starting to get into it once touch was combined with the sight of Gwyn trying to fight off arousal.

I snuck my hand under the hem of Gwyn’s shirt and lifted it enough that I could reach her breast, caressing it gently. She sighed and pressed into my hand, still not looking at me. “Are you wet for me?”

“Fuck, Andy, of course!” Gwyn shot me a look, just briefly, clearly irritated and turned on. I worked myself a little harder, biting my lip, groping at Gwyn’s boob and wanting more. This was going further than I had intended, but touching her had been the kiss of death, it was hard to stop once started- I pulled the cup of her bra down, freeing her boob, and kneaded it in my hand, pinching her perfect, petite nipple. Wait, wait, shit, she didn’t like car sex, hold on…

“Andy…” Gwyn’s voice was soft, she was still watching the road. She wasn’t frowning anymore, but she looked a little worried. I withdrew both my hand from her shirt and my hand from my pants immediately. Then, thinking better of it, I briefly popped both hands under her shirt to pop her boob and bra back into place, then adjusted her shirt, making her laugh.

“Uh, what?” I looked from Gwyn to the bulge my boner was making in my pants and back. I could have sworn I had just performed the correct boyfriend-action-of-choice. Girlfriend was clearly upset with boyfriend being a pervert in car, so I stopped. Right? Did I do the wrong thing? I ran my hand through my hair and tried to sit and be good while Gwyn navigated some traffic before she responded.

“I’m just afraid I’ll wreck the car, you asshole!” She smiled at me and kept driving. Good save…

I nodded, understanding, and resolved to be good. Then Gwyn darted her hand out and squeezed my deflating package as she entered suburban territory, shooting me a wicked little smile. That’s better…

Notes

i fucking dare you to answer this QOTD: what do you think about when you wank?

memories of actually getting laid in the past used to be my go-to. sadly, i haven't not gotten laid in 89 years. (only slight exaggeration.) so, as memories are getting rusty & i have a totally fucking shit memory anyway, i now have to resort to other shit. so i either resort to fantasy shit or just nothing. and, yes, of course andy has crossed my thoughts. he hasn't crossed yours? are you fucking human? XD but seriously, folks- real-Andy is a taken man, be chill, be respectful at all times. he may be good-looking or whatever, but his art and what he has to say is what makes him really awesome. it is what makes all of BVB awesome. BVB army for life.

ok, that got off topic. hahahaha! i just find myself in this weird position of being a fan (like, an actual, huge, BVB fan), that also writes fanfiction, that has an assload of smut, so i would certainly qualify as an 'andy fangirl,' i guess, but i fucking hate that. while i would never, ever expect anyone to take anything i write terribly seriously, and i think it's very classy that bvb allows fanfiction to exist, i like to write for personal reasons that do not consist solely of an obsession with andy's jawline and blue eyes, you know? i just think he's a really awesome foil for a story because he's an awesome dude with a rich past, a chameleon, inspirational (to me), and he's just a guy. like, a real person. i do think he's super-hot, but there are a lot of really hot people out there. there is only one andy biersack. i dunno, i just really like writing because it's given me something positive to focus on creatively during a really profoundly terrible period in my life. my closest friends are either dead or live far away. music makes me the happiest. LOJ is my most personal and challenging story because (obviously) it's not the most insanely, completely fantasy-based, and most of the characters are highly fictionalized versions of people i know. (note: again, i have never met andy, or juliet.)

on that note, i'll break pattern. a second QOTD: what's your favorite thing about the real Andy Biersack? least favorite? (if you say some shit like 'his eyes/jaw/nipples' click here: Physical attributes link

honestly, i'm not sure. since i don't know him, i guess i'll go with his work in BVB, if that is a 'thing.' as for a characteristic, again, i don't know him. but he seems to like animals, and that is of extreme importance to me in a human being, so i'll go with that. for least favorite, i can't stand that he smokes. i am a smoker that is trying to quit. i started when i was 14 and smoked until i was 30. i started again this march because of stress, and i am having a hard time quitting. let me tell you, almost every fucking day, i read some (presumably or confirmed) teenager's fanfiction story glamorizing andy smoking. i try to mention him doing it as little as possible in any story of mine, but often i feel like i can't leave it out entirely. i respect that it's his choice. but i'm concerned for his health, like many fans are. i'm also concerned for the health of his pets- i'm a veterinarian, and he smokes around them in several videos i've seen. you fucking bet your ass second hand smoke kills pets just like it kills people. so he's not just killing himself, modifying his voice (this does not concern or bother me, but it might bother him), and killing his pets, every time a fan sees him doing it, or he's photographed doing it, some teenager is going to start thinking it's a cool thing to do, just because, for fuck's sake, it's him doing it. andy wanted bvb to be the biggest band in the world, and with getting massively popular comes greater responsibility. please quit smoking, andy. i am not quitting for myself, i am quitting for other reasons. you can do the same.