Yapping into The Void

You two had snuck away from one of Craig's pool parties, too much noise and too many drugs from your liking. And of course, Baz took a shot at you as you led Andrew through the crowd to his bedroom. You had to pretend it didn't phase you each time. You knew Andrew loved you, worshiped you even, so you put up with the family for him. But, the insecurities bled in as he nipped at your collar bones, pleading for you. You had no reason to be concerned as he whispered his praise.

You knew you should not have brought it up. Especially not as your hands ghosted over pale, freckled thighs, his muscles taut under your nails. But you couldn't help it. His brothers would tease him about her in comparison to you. You weren't the good church-going type, nor were you an exact fit in their world of crime. You were here for Pope Andrew. You were supportive of him in all ways but she caused you to burn hot.

"Do you wish it was Amy touching you instead, pretty boy?” The words rolled off your tongue before you could bite them back. Andrew winced under your hands, scalded by the words, it being a sore spot still. He knew it was for the better – you were better. God, did he know. The way your eyes looked up at him from between his bare thighs, teasing with feather light kisses and touches. Words escaped him as he stared down with heavy eyes, lips parted ready to beg for you to touch where he needed the most. Your fingers gently trailed further up his stomach, as you continued to whisper.

“You're just so good for me, it would break my heart if the boys knew something I didn't…”

Your teeth found his collar bone and gently, grazing along the thin skin as your hand squeezed his jaw. You were standing over him and his eyes sparkled in the light seeping in from the obnoxious party outside, full of nothing but love and adoration as he looked up at you from his seat. Bare and bearing his soul to you. He trusted you.

“No…” Andrew whispered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close. “Told them to knock it off… never mention her around you again. Please, believe me...” He trailed off, brows furrowing deeply as your soft smile grew. The validation eased the weight, but that voice was still biting at your brain as you moved to straddle his hips, pulling your lover back into a heated kiss, a mess of teeth and tongues.