Almost Famous

The first day of our official UK tour couldn’t have come soon enough, we spent the majority of the last few days before it packing and making endless lists on what we do and don’t need to bring with us. It was stressful, and with stress comes unneccesary bickering, which Adam and I had done a LOT of, but once everything was finally organized and we came to an agreement it soon died down, and we were able to relax once again.

Then came getting to the airport.

I couldn’t sleep much the night before from pure excitement and nerves, I was worried about many things and one of them happened to be just getting to the airport on time and not missing our flight. The other came the actual start to the tour and what would the UK crowd be like. I knew we had fans from the UK as well as other parts of the world, surely it would be ok? But then again we were just the opening act for the Murderdolls. Their fans may not react well to us. The other worry was just having Andy and Wednesday be around each other, he made it clear he still wasn’t over the past events that went on between us two, and I wasn’t even sure if Wednesday knew that Andy knew at all!

Thankfully we arrived at the airport on time, so that was one less worry off my mind. I could already spot Wednesday and the others up ahead, their many suitcases swamped around them as they lounged on the seats waiting. Andy wrapped his arm protectively around my waist once he saw Wednesday, pulling me a little closer to him. Adam raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing, instead just walking ahead and waving enthusiastically at the band.

“What up nerds! God doesn’t it suck being up this early?” he announced, running his fingers through his hair.

“It sure does, buddy! I’m tellin’ you the minute I get on that plane I’m chugging down a small bottle of Jack and sleeping for the rest of the flight,” said Wednesday, grinning. He nodded at me and Andy as we stopped beside Adam. “Looks like you two are ready to nod off already!”

“Yeah, I’m so not about this getting up early life!” I said, pulling a face.

Roman ruffled my hair playfully. “Ahhh you’ll get used to it, girl! Just down a bottle of Jack and you’ll be just fine.”

“I am totally down for this alcohol and sleeping idea,” said Ashley, appearing by Andy’s side.

“Same here, brother!” said CC.

“I’m more excited for this flight to be over and done with,” said Hannah, folding her arms.

“Oh cheer up, grumpy guts!” Adam teased, poking her cheeks just to annoy her.

She batted his hand away. “Christ, it’s too early for your shit Adam.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

After we checked all our luggage in, we made our way through security for some good old fashioned man-handling. I chose the worst day to wear a studded outfit, security shook their head at me as the alarm went off but after a quick check up I was let go to gather my things. I glanced over at Andy who was in the middle of getting his crotch felt up as security checked him, he raised his eyebrows at me in mock exasperation.

“Gotta love that pre-flight dick grab!” Andy muttered to me once they’d let him go.

After we were free of all that humiliation, we were finally able to relax once again up until the time came to board the plane, which was certainly dragging on. I had gone through three cups of coffee in an attempt to keep myself awake and alert, I wasn’t much of a plane person to say the least, I couldn’t even remember the last time I got on one. It must have been years.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, we were called and it was time to board the plane at long last. We had thankfully all been arranged in seats close to each other, so that made talking to each other a lot easier and we were able to avoid sitting awkwardly next to a stranger or screaming baby. Which, of course, is always a plus when travelling by plane. I naturally enough sat next to Andy while Adam was seated by the window next to me, he turned and pulled a face.

“If you guys start being gross next to me I swear to God I’m jumping out this window,” said Adam, jokingly.

“All the more to start being gross then!” I joked back, sticking my tongue out at him.
”Harsh words! I may as well jump out anyway!”

“Not to worry Adam, we’ll leave the gross stuff for when we get there,” said Andy, winking at me.

I blushed immediately, this was indeed going to be a very long flight, I couldn’t wait to get to Manchester already. We had a hotel booked for a few days before the start of the tour, it would definitely give me and Andy a chance to catch up on some, ahem, things. Wednesday was sitting with Joey and Roman in the seat aisle beside us, once we were in the air at long last it wasn’t long before Wednesday got the small bottle of JD he’d been harpering on about and began swigging great mouthfuls, he caught me staring and held the bottle out to me. ”Want some?” He asked.

“No thanks, I think you need it more than I do!” I said, chuckling.

He smirked at me. “Suit yourself.” he said, and went back to drinking.

I peered over at Adam, he was already fast asleep and snoring softly. He was one of those irritating people that could sleep just about anywhere and it wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. I, on the other hand, can’t sleep on planes. They just weren’t comfy enough. Though, that being said, Andy’s shoulder was indeed comfy and I found myself leaning against it in an attempt to get some sleep in me as the caffeine rush died down, causing my eyes to droop. Andy ruffled my hair affectionately and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“I really can’t wait until we’re in Manchester,” Andy mumbled, playing with a strand of my hair.

“Me too,” I said sleepily, shutting my eyes.

He leaned down so that his lips were close to my ear. “Though really, I just can’t wait until we’re alone,” he whispered huskily, sending shivers down my spine. I almost forgot how tired I was.

This was going to be a long flight for sure, thanks to Andy there was only one thing on my mind right now and being on this plane full of people stopped me from having just that. It was almost unbearable, the insufferable tease! I will have to get him back at some point, he knew what he was doing and he was actually enjoying it. How dare he. Still, it was probably just as unbearable for him than it was for me, he did pretty much let on that he was incredibly sexually frustrated with that comment, even if he didn’t actually say anything specific. He implied it, that was enough for me.

We were all going to be staying in the same hotel, from the way things were going I couldn’t possibly promise we’d be less vocal, or quiet if anything. Here’s hoping there won’t be any complaints in the morning, or that we won’t have scarred our band buddies for life. Still, it was a risk I was willing to take, and I could see Andy was too. More so since I made this whole ordeal worse for him as I got up to go to the bathroom at one point, swaying my hips deliberately and casting back a seductive smile at him before I disappeared inside. I could almost hear him gulp loudly. I did the same coming back out, especially when I had to wiggle past one of the flight attendants before I took my seat back down beside Andy, I could feel him staring at me and took advantage of this moment by stretching intensely.

“Mmmm, felt good getting to stretch my legs a bit back there!” I said, stretching so much that the buttons on my shirt strained across my chest. Andy swallowed louder this time. I leaned against him once again, grabbing hold of his arm and pushing myself closer so that my breasts were squashed up against him.

He cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, I can’t wait until we’re off this plane so I can stretch my legs too.”

“Me too, bud. Still, we’ve another 7 hours to go. I need another bottle of Jack..” Wednesday piped up, I didn’t realize he was awake as he slept through the first couple of hours of the flight.

I giggled, if only he really knew why Andy wanted to get off this plane so bad. Though at the same time, I really didn’t want him to know. I shut my eyes once again and tried to catch up on some well needed sleep, though goodness it was diffcult with the obvious still circling my mind.

Seven hours and two more bottles of JD later we arrived in Manchester at long last, it was insanely cold when we got off the plane, so much that I didn’t actually mind waiting around at baggage claim for our suitcases to arrive. It was warm and not outside, that’s all I cared about, unfortunately that didn’t last long as we actually got our suitcases rather quickly this time (figures, the only time I don’t want it to come fast it actually does!). Though that being said, getting our luggage meant we could get to the hotel faster, and judging by the looks Andy was giving me that’s exactly where he wanted to be right now. Just the two of us. Alone. We got a bus into town from the airport and hauled our suitcases across the city until we found the hotel, our tour buses were going to be all sorted tomorrow before the tour started so that was one less worry off my mind. I was worried they’d almost forgotten about us, it was nerve-wrecking. Once we’d checked in there was only one thing on everyone’s minds at this point, and that was sleep. Well, not everyone exactly. Turns out we were all staying on the same floor too, typical really, I’ll have to make a formal apology to my band in the morning - but for now they will just have to deal with whatever they happen to hear.

“See you guys in the morning!” I said before shutting the door behind me, they mumbled ‘goodnight’ and in turn disappeared to their own rooms, leaving Andy and I alone at long last.

Once I’d closed the door the reaction from Andy was almost immediate, almost like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce at any given opportunity. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, kissing me hungrily.

“So-” he panted in between wild kisses, almost out of breath, “just what was that little stunt on the plane about, huh?”

“Oh, y’know, just getting back at you and your teasing ‘come get me’ looks and whispering in my ear, that sorta thing,” I replied, pushing off his jacket and tugging at his shirt.

“Aha, I see, which only provided hours and hours of torture and imagening many ways in which this very scenario would play out right when we got to the hotel,” Andy smirked, pulling his shirt off and eagerly working on getting my corset off as fast as he could.

“Oh really? Well, we’re in our hotel room now, show me what you had in mind,” I said, grinning mischievously.

Andy responded by pushing me down onto the bed and climbing on top of me, he grabbed hold of my skirt and slipped it down with ease, leaving me in just my underwear. “Well, it sort of starts out like this,” said Andy, reaching down to plant kisses along my neck and to my collarbone.

“Seems like a good start to me,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Yep, I could already feel how, um, excited he was with the obvious bulge in his pants.

Andy had just slipped two digit fingers in my underwear when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. We both sighed irritably.

“One second!” I called, grabbing Andy’s shirt and pulling it on. I rushed to the door and opened it to find Wednesday standing there.

“Hey,” he said, trying to break his attention away from the fact that I had Andy’s shirt and my underwear on, nothing else.

“Hey...can I help you?” I asked, trying to play it cool. Though internally, I was a little embarrassed.

“Just passing on your timetable for the tour- Andy’s is here too - I gave everyone one of their own just to make things easier,” said Wednesday, handing me two sheets of paper.

“Oh, thank you Wednesday! That’ll definitely put my mind at ease for the tour,” I said, smiling.

“No problem, anyway I’m gonna get back to my room and catch up on some sleep, see you guys in the morning,” he glanced down and smirked. “And have fun you two,” he added, winking, and turned to head back down the hallway to his room.

I shut the door, blushing furiously. I turned to see Andy still lying on the bed half naked, looking displeased.

“What did he want?” Andy asked, frowning.

“He just stopped by to give us our timetables,” I said, sitting beside him and placing the sheets on the bedside table.

“Oh, well I hope it’s not gonna be a reoccuring thing as I’d like to not be disturbed again.”

I chuckled at Andy’s annoyance. “C’mon, don’t be such a grumpy guts Andy,” I said, suddenly straddling him to catch his attention. “Let’s get you feeling better again, shall we?” I added, slipping out of Andy’s shirt once again.

He smirked deviously. “I like the sound of that,” he said, reaching up to cup one of my breasts. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and suddenly flipped me over so that I was underneath him this time, sliding his hand away from my bosom and down along my stomach. Andy crushed his lips against mine, his body aching with the need to make me his after the excessive teasing and disruptions, he ran his hand further down and pinched the lacey material covering my womanhood. He tugged it off in one swift pull. ”I hope you realize,” he began, rubbing the entrance with two fingers, “that I’m going to make sure you make as much noise as possible.” I half chuckled, half gasped as he ran his fingers over a sensitive spot. “I hope you realize, I won’t be holding anything back.” Andy laughed in response. “They’re all going to hate us in the morning.” ”It’ll be so worth it though.” I can only imagine the lecture I’ll get from my band mates in the morning, but both Andy and I were beyond caring at this moment in time. They’ll just have to put up with it for the time being.

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