Noortje’s POV

I was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, waiting for Tony to come out of the bathroom. It was the day of the award show and we were all getting ready. The bet I had made with Tony completely backlashed. He seemed to be doing fine, while I was suffering. You would think me sharing a bunk with him in the bus would make him feel uncomfortable, but no. It made me think about nothing else but fucking him right there and then.

Oh, did I wish I could just get myself off. Wait. Hold on a second. We never said I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, only Tony wasn’t allowed. God, why didn’t I think of this before! I looked at the clock and saw I still had time, but Tony would probably walk in on me… which only made it better. I will make him suffer.

I tiptoed to my suitcase and took out the vibrator Mike had bought me a few weeks prior. With the device in my hand I lied back down onto the bed. My hands slowly trailed up my dress and rubbed my thighs. I closed my eyes and imagined Tony being the one who was touching me. My hands weren’t us rough as his, but my imagination took over and made them feel exactly like his. I touched my panties and felt them getting wetter and wetter as I moaned quietly. I rubbed myself through the fabric and thought about Tony kissing up and down my body. I wanted more. No, I needed more.

I took hold of the vibrator once again and swiftly pulled down my thong to my ankles. A sound between a moan and a scream escaped my lips as I slid the vibrator into me and rocked my hips along in a steady rhythm. It felt so good and I could help but whisper “Oh Tony’ to myself.

Speaking of Tony, he better hurry up. The intense feeling was growing and my breathing was going heavier and faster as the seconds passed by. I sped up the pumping and wanting nothing more than to scream out his name.

The bathroom door opened and shut and I heard nothing but my moans and rapid breathing.
“Oh shit, Noortje.” Tony breathed out.
The tingling sensation grew and grew. I knew that I was close and made the rhythm even faster. My back arched and I threw my head back into the pillows.
“Tony!” I screamed out.
The heavenly feeling lasted for, what felt like, another minute. My gasps were short and electric as I tried to regain my breath. I finally calmed down and inhaled deeply one last time before opening my eyes. Tony was looking at me with his mouth agape and an obvious boner in his jeans. My little plan had worked. Not only had I been able to satisfy myself, but I also got Tony turned on.

I smirked at him, “We never said anything about me not being allowed to touch myself.”
“Shit.” Tony mumbled and locked himself up in the bathroom once again. Great, now I’ll never be able to get ready.

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Tony’s POV

Of course she had to do this. Of course she had to go and find a loophole and do this to me. I was doing completely fine, surprisingly. She knew I was going to be out and she knew I would see her and get all excited. My brain said no, but my dick said yes. Ugh, why did this have to be so difficult.

You know what? Maybe her dominating me wouldn’t be so bad. It could actually be quite hot. Sure, she often does take some control, but she never actually dominated me. There will probably be another time in the future when I can have my way. But for now I had to get rid of this raging boner.

I unlocked the door and blurted out, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Do what anymore?” Vic, who was sitting next to Noortje on the bed, asked.
“Umm, something.” I squeaked out.
“Uh, Tony, dude. You might want to…” Mike coughed from the other side of the room and motioned towards the tent in my jeans.
“Fuck. Why now! I don’t have time for this!” I exclaimed, trying to make it sound believable.
“Why don’t you go back into the bathroom and do whatever you need to do and we’ll meet you in the lobby?” Vic suggested.
“But I still need to get ready!” Noortje whined.
“Get your stuff and you can get ready in mine and Mike’s room.”
Noortje nodded and grabbed a bag full of toiletries. Thank god for that.

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Noortje’s POV

“I’m here with Pierce The Veil at the Kerrang Awards. How are you guys? Win any awards?” An interviewer who got a more personal interview asked.
We all replied with positive answers and I added, “And we won two awards, but I don’t know why or what they are for. But it’s awesome to know that people like us enough to make us win these. There’s so many other bands people could have voted for.”
“It was actually her first award show.” Vic chimed in.
“Really? That’s pretty cool. Did you like it?” The guy with dark brown hair asked me.
“Meh, it was so-so,” I joked, “No, but seriously I had no clue what was going on around me anymore. There’s flashing lights everywhere and people are calling you from every direction. But I got to meet some cool people. These guys have some friends I finally got to meet.”
The interviewer chuckled, “So, tell me a bit about the performance.”
“You know, it’s always really cool,” Jaime summarized, “It’s different than when people actually buy tickets to see us, but we’re always happy to spread around our music.”
“I actually didn’t know anything about us performing,” I began, “I was suddenly dragged backstage, given a guitar and pushed on stage. I didn’t even know which song was going to be played ‘till Vic played the intro chords. So if I looked or acted confused, I completely and utterly was.”
“How did you not know?” Jaime laughed.
“I don’t know, I just wasn’t informed. If I would have known I wouldn’t have worn heels, or at least brought a change of shoes. But it was still one of the best times of my life.”
“Speaking of best times, what was the worst day ever?” The interviewer inquired.
“I wouldn’t know,” Mike breathed out, “The good ones out rule the bad ones.”
Vic, Jaime and Tony nodded along.
“I also wouldn’t know…” I agreed, “Wait no. I had gotten this labrador/husky mix dog when I was three and my brother and sister each got a cat. But this dog was my best friend, I would play with it and be the one caring for it. Then one day I came home when I was like 12 years old, and I was told that she had died, which actually makes no sense because the vet had told me she was still perfectly fine and I don’t think she got run over… Now I actually realized she never died… My parents probably gave her away… This just makes it worse!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry about that.” The guys asking the questions sympathized.
“It’s fine. It was 16 years ago, I’m over it now.”
“So to lighten up the mood, I got some fan asked truth or dares. So you take either a truth or a dare out of this bowl when it’s your turn. You won’t know what you get. For each thing you do you get a point, if you don’t do it you don’t get a point. Got it? Ok, Mike you go first.”
“Are you being serious?” Mike groaned, “Ok, here we go.”
Mike reached for the bowl and choose a piece of paper. He unfolded it and read out, “Call someone you think is attractive and pay that person a compliment… Well, my phone is in the other room so I will just have to do it to someone here.” He turned to Jaime, “Jaime, your hair looks on fleek today.”
“Why thank you, Mike.”
Jaime went up next, “Have you ever had I crush on somebody here?”
He acted very serious, “Obviously Mike. He gives me awesome compliments… Ok, no. No, I haven’t. What type of question is this anyway?”
“Vic, your turn.” I grinned.
“Get the others to create a sandwich and take a bite out of it.” Vic frowned, “I might not eat it, but feel free to create.

We all went on a scavenger hunt for weird foods that we could combine. I even went to other rooms and asked people if they had anything we could use for it. Eventually we ended up with a heap of food and other bands had joined to create it. We took two slices of bread and put pickles, doritos, marshmallows, mayo, ketchup,, and maple syrup on it. It took disgustingly amazing.

“I am not eating that.” Vic exclaimed.
“Are you sure, it means you’ll be the only one without a point, excluding me.” I persuaded.
“Ugh, Sure. But just one bite.”
Vic took hold of the dripping sandwich and took a large bite, making sure he had a bit of everything. He started gagging, but managed to swallow it, chugging water afterwards.
“That is disgusting!” He divulged.
“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad!” I teased.
“You eat it then!”
I shrugged and took a bite, “That actually isn’t bad.”
Everybody looked at me like I had two heads, but I was just being honest. I actually didn’t think it tasted bad, it actually tasted quite good. But, whatever. It was my turn now.

I grabbed a piece of paper and looked at the writing with wide eyes. I knew who I would do this to, but I couldn’t do it without making up and excuse. Maybe I should just go without points.
“I can’t do this.” I blurted out.
“Do what?” Mike inquired.
“Kiss a person in this room of my choice for 15 seconds, which is really long,.”
“Why can’t you do that?” Vic reconed.
“I can’t make a choice!” And idea popped into my head, “I’ll just kiss whoever the fan’s want me to kiss. Give them what they want.”
Everybody in the room looked at Tony and I knew my plan had worked.
“Why is everybody looking at me?” Tony asked uncomfortably.
“Noortje, you’re kissing Tony.” Jaime decided.
“Ok,” I moved over to Tony, “Wait. Do you just want a kiss or a full out make out sesh. ‘cause if I do that, I think Tony should get a point as well.”
“Do whatever you want, I agree that Tony should also get a point though.”
“God, you guys are never going to let me live this one down.” I said in general.

I straddled Tony and smashed my mouth on to his. I felt Tony trying to act uncomfortable at first, but he soon got into it and kissed me back. There was cheering around us as our tongues battled for dominance. Tony placed his hands on my hips and brought me slightly closer. Before I knew it a countdown from three had started. I wanted to continue kissing Tony, but knew I had to stop. We pulled away and I gave him a friendly pat on his cheek.
“There we go,” I sat back down in my original seat, “By the way, you got some lipstick all over your mouth.”
Tony quickly wiped his mouth as I fixed up my lipstick. Tonight was going to be fun.

Notes

For some reason I don't feel as motivated to write anymore... I don't know why. I was wondering if you guys still want me to continue the story or not.


- DSN