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“Woah, easy there hot shot,” the cool tone of your best friend invades your senses, long arms reaching out to steady you. He’s recovered your mistake before any damage happens to your joints and you can only look up and grin into those dough brown eyes. 

“Thanks Andy,” you tell him, eyes so fond he can’t help but chuckle at your tipsyness as well. It had been your idea not to hail a cab back to your hotel, instead take the three block walk in stiletto heels after a night of drinking with friends.

Andrew had some press to attend and as usual you were happy to tag along, especially when he informed you old pals would be in town as well. None of this was out of the ordinary, in fact it was the very thing you lived for, and you couldn't imagine a life without the man beside you. No matter how famous he got. You had loved him before the rest of the world did. 

“This is why I suggested a cab, less chance of you breaking your neck,” he mutters, adjusting you so he can wrap a long arm around your waist and keep you in step with him. You roll your eyes, aware that he thinks you’re drunk but in fact the alcohol has only relaxed you, just enough to seep into your bones, and mellow you out. The only side effect being a case of the giggles and you’d remember this very moment perfectly tomorrow. 

“I’m fine, I just got ahead of myself. Stop worrying,” you tell him, a hand reaching to pat his cheek, and he leans away from you, the doorman of the hotel holding the door open to you both. 

You both ride the elevator up to the room in a comfortable silence, you’re excited to abandon this dress, and the heels that almost victimized you. Andrew of course has the key card and you both enter the suite, almost too much space for you and the boy who have shared a hundred beds before. 

Yet you mosey to your room, hands already reaching for the zipper. When unsuccessful you reach for the straps on your heels instead, kicking them off and losing a few extra inches in height. Starting for the zipper again you realize there is no hope, huffing you pop open the door and stare across the small living space at Andrews.

“Andyyy, I need help,” you draw in a whine, not common for your normal independent self. His door swings open only a second after, staring at you across the way, only in his dress pants now. “The zipper on my dress, I can’t reach.”

You don’t need to say anymore as he starts towards you, and you slink into the room, leaving the door open for him to follow behind. Once his tall frame is in the doorway you turn and collect your hair, lifting it with one hand so he can reach. 

“Sometimes I wonder how you make it without me,” he mutters, stepping into the room, and you chuckle as his long fingers graze your shoulder blades in the direction of the zipper. 

“Had you not been here I probably would’ve slept with it on, or pulled it over my head and risk ruining it,” you tell him, and Andrew drags the zipper down to reveal more and more bare back, the zipper going so deep it reveals the small triangle of your black thong to him and his throat dries. 

“Well I’m happy to take your dress off anytime,” he says and it’s meant to be a joke but something in the air shifts. What you don’t expect is the small clench between your thighs, becoming hyper aware of your bareness and his own. When you turn to face him his eyes are dark, shadowed by what you can only decipher as lust, and the small part of you that always wondered takes the forefront of your mind. 

Neither of you speak and in a moment of confidence you lower your arms and let the dress slink off your form, breasts on full display, nipples pinched, and every part of you begging to be touched by him. You didn’t want your gentle friend Andrew. You wanted him to take you in every way a lover does in any way he wants. 

“Are you sure you’re not just drunk?” he clarifies, wanting to make sure your clear desire wasn’t the alcohol talking. After so many years of loving you he would never recover if this boiled down to just one drunken night. 

“No, in fact I wouldn’t mind another shot just in case you deny me,” you tell him with a soft laugh and he joins you, nervously stretching out his hands. 

“I could never deny you,” he says and you smile at him sheepishly, taking a step closer, and waiting for him to finally just do something. 

“Then would you please kiss me already,” you urge and in a split second he has you wrapped in his arms, bare chests pressing together, and mouths hot against each other. You kiss him like your life depends on it, and he guides you towards the bed, not wasting another minute now that he finally has this chance. 

Once on the mattress your hands reach for the button of his trousers, tugging at them until the button finally pops and you can drag down the zipper just as he had with your dress. You're both lost in each other, mouths kissing, and tasting every inch of each other, and you grow wetter by the second. 

“I can't believe this is real,” he mutters against your lips and you grin as your hand slips into his pants, palm ghosting over his length, The appendage begging to spring free and straining against his boxers. 

“Take these off,” you tell him, pushing at the fabric and he doesn't hesitate to pull back, hands shoving the pants and boxers down in one swoop, his length springing free–aching to be touched. He moves to crawl back over you, mouth pressing languid kisses up your stomach, across your sternum, straying to your breasts, and you clench around nothing at the thought of him being inside of you. 

“Protection?” he asks and you shake your head, pulling him close, and shivering when you feel his cock graze the inside of your leg. 

“Birth control,” you explain and he grins, mouth meeting your own again as his hand slides down to your panties. He groans into your mouth when he discovers they're soaked through and you whine as he starts to circle your clit through the fabric. 

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he says breathily, eyes dark with lust and your hand reaches down and wraps around his cock, pumping it softly in your palm. 

“Been dreaming about taking your cock for so long,” you tell him, guiding him towards your entrance and he closes his eyes tightly, like he’s trying to maintain some sort of control. 

His hand reaches to replace your own, pressing himself into you, dragging his tip through your folds and collecting the wetness. You’re a whining mess, hips searching for any sort of friction, and finally he relieves you, slowly pushing in as he stretches you out. He’s as big as you had imagined, years of changing in the same room and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination, but having it in you was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. 

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” he groans, hips finding a rhythm as he rocks into you. He’s a perfect fit and you can’t get enough of him, pulling him down to kiss you, his hands searching for your breasts, and kneading the flesh. It’s years of pent up desire and all of it felt too good. 

“I won’t last long,” you admit and his hips stutter at the confession, his own finish building up because this was better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. 

“Why did it take us so long to do this?” he asks no one in particular and you chuckle but the sound gets cut off by his fingers finding your clit again. He pumps into you relentlessly, fingers rubbing quick circles, and your body begins to stiffen as your orgasm reaches the edge. 

“Shit, I’m cumming,” you tell him and this starts his own finish, the two of you shaking, and squeezing yourself so close together you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. It’s perfect and everything you ever wanted. 

“Well, that just happened,” he says, body heavy on top of your own and you both laugh together, the night taking a turn that neither of you expected. A sudden calmness washes over you as you realize how long you had waited for this moment. 

“I’m glad it did,” you tell him and he grins back at you, hand reaching to brush some hair from your face. A look of adoration all over his face. You know at this moment nothing will ever be the same again but you have never been more content.