(A/N) a few things before you read this.

1) this is au where Rye is an International pop star and Mindy is a very famous youtube couple.

2) this story has two flash backs and they are italicized (like this authors note) and are out of order, but I hope the timeline makes sense to you.

3) I originally had this written for a different ship, but I changed my mind while writing so if you see any mistakes I missed (ex: wrong eye color) please let me know.

4) cringy af smut again. I am so sorry, I am trying to get better at it lmao.

All right, I hope you like it! x

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Rye-

I hate going to parties alone. I absolutely despise it. 'Why don't you get a date just for the night?' Well, the one thing I hate more than being alone is a random hookup. I hate how I feel after. I feel gross. Used. I would look over to the model, or actor, or fellow singer and cringe and the mere thought of what I just done. I want a relationship. I love getting to know someone, taking them on dates. I love courting a person.

Being famous, my friends think I am absolutely crazy. 'But you are Ryan Beaumont, the next Justin Timberlake, you can have any and every one you want?' This is true. I have toured all over the world, getting multiple chances to sleep with beautiful people, but that's all they want. They want to be able to say that they slept with the Ryan Beaumont. They don't want to be with me, just plain ol' Rye, the young man who wants to sing and share his music with the world.

No one wants to get to know the real me. They just want to get with me. Well, all accept one. All accept the blonde haired, blue eyed boy standing across the room from me. He looks so beautiful in his button up shirt, drink in his hand, and smile on his face. He look so beautiful underneath his arm.

Andy and Mikey, the youtube 'it' couple. They have been vlogging their daily lives for years and they have been together for even longer. With millions of subscribers, they were able to produce their own movie and that's where we are now, the after party of the premier. Me, standing lonely in the corner as I watch the love of my life mingle with everyone, hand and hand with his boyfriend, happy as hell.

Andy looks up from his current conversation and we make eye contact. He gives me a small smile before looking away, cuddling more into Mikey's side.

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Andy's naked body presses against mine as he breathes evenly in his sleep. I listen to the crazy noises outside of my flat in New York City as I watch him. The loud car honks and random city noises are actually, strangely, comforting to me. I felt Andy stir underneath me and I look over at the clock.

"What time is it?" he mumbles on cue.

"11 pm," I answer hugging him tighter.

"I don't want to leave."

I kiss the top of his head, "don't."

Then, I hear a familiar ringtone and I sigh as Andy untangles himself from me. He sits on the edge of the bed for a second before stretching and pulling his briefs on. He picks up the phone, "hey babe," his voice is different when he talks to Mikey. He sounds bored. "Yeah, the reshoots are going as planned," he mumbles before looking at me then back out the window.

I was currently in New York recording my third album while Andy is here finishing up his movie. We have been seeing each secretly over the past few months and it has honestly been the happiest time of my life. I have finally found someone who decided to get to know me for me before anything ever happened between us. What sucks is that he is already taken.

"I actually had to move my flight to next week because we got held back today," Andy says peaking my interest. "I know babe, I miss you too, but this is really important," he sighs, "I know we won't have vlog content together, but this is for our movie," he snaps back. My heart starts to race. Andy and Mikey have been fighting so much lately and it actually makes me a little happy because guess who Andy finds comfort in? Me. Is that selfish?

He looks at me again before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He always does this when they are fighting. Andy would go into the bathroom so he could yell at Mikey without me having to hear it. He calls it his 'ugly side' and says I don't need to see something like that. But here is the thing, I want to see Andy's ugly side. I want to see every side of him. I want to know how he acts when he sad, mad, or anxious.

I slide on some joggers before looking outside my window. Andy and I met in this city. It was at a party hosted by one of our mutual friends. He was dressed in all white, head to toe, looking like an angel. He approached me saying how much he loves my music and how he has been to my concert before. Proper fangirling, but in the cutest way possible.

I remember how our conversation jumped from subject to subject with such ease that before I knew it an hour had passed by. Then a different man showed up taking Andy's hand, "it's getting late babe, are you ready to go?" he asks Andy before looking at me, giving me a tight smile. I frowned because Andy never mentioned a boyfriend.

He introduced us and asked me the question that started this whole affair, to write and sing an original song for their movie that is going to start filming in a couple of months. Of course I agreed because who could say no to Andy. If I couldn't be with him, then the least I could do was be friends with him.

But what started out as innocent texting slowly turned into calling, face timing, then, actual meetings face to face. It was strictly about the song except is wasn't about the song at all. We talked about our fears and dreams. Our past, present, and future. I got to know Andy and I slowly started falling for him.

One night, we may have had a little too much wine after my concert and we ended up sleeping together. It was a night filled with so much passion. It was like all the pent up sexual frustration between us was finally released. I thought he wasn't going to try to keep in contact the next morning, but he did. Drunken nights turned into sober nights and now, whenever we get the chance to see each other, we cherish every single second of it.

I know this is so wrong. Andy is with Michael, but I honestly can't find a fuck to give because I love Andy and he seems to love me too. Even when were are not together and he rarely talks to me because of Mike, I still believe he has feelings for me.

Andy walks out of the bathroom looking frustrated. "I am getting fucking sick and tired of his shit," he mumbles. I hold out my arms and he gladly walks over, pressing his forehead to my neck. "He is getting so clingy all of the sudden, it is starting to smother me," he continues to complain. I gently start to sway us back and forth. "I am just so happy I can spend one more week with you," he finally says kissing my neck.

This makes my heart pound. Maybe this is finally the time where Andy breaks up with Mikey. He has been talking to me about it for the past month, saying how he has fallen out of love with the Bristol boy.

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But here is the problem, Andy never broke up with Mike. Every time he goes back home, he seems to be in love with Mikey more than ever. I torture myself everyday by watching their vlogs. I can't help but to wonder if Andy's feelings for me are real or fake because when it is just Andrew and I, it seems really real. I feel so empty when I am without him, and it kills me to see him so happy without me.

Jack, one of the actors I got close to while hanging around the movie set with Andy, approached me, "hey mate, are you okay?" he asks.

I nod my head, "yeah I am fine," I lied before taking a sip of my drink. No one can know about the affair, god what a fucking story that would be. What is supposed to be the perfect couple, broken up because of a cheating scandal with an international pop star? Classic.

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It was after my concert in London. I was still buzzing from the set because the crowd is always special here. It's my home country, of course this would be my favorite place to perform. But what makes it even more special is that Andy was in the crowd this night. I gave tickets for both Andy and Mike to come, but Mikey had to stay in America to watch over the filming of the movie. It was no secret that I was better friends with Andy anyway during the song writing project.

I walk backstage after my meet and greet and see him sitting on the couch. When my bodyguard shuts the door, Andy stands up, "you did so amazing." He gives me a hug and I can feel my cheeks warm up. God, he makes me feel so many things.

We make it to my flat to hang out for the evening. Because of my tour and his movie beginning to start filming, we haven't been able to properly spend time together face to face in a while. Pretty much after I finished recording the song, we have only been texting and even then the conversations were brief and far between. But the more that I think about it, the more I see that maybe it's a good thing we haven't hung out. It's getting a little...risky.

"No seriously Rye," he giggles, "I don't think I have slept in like two weeks and tomorrow I have to jet back to America. It is like my life is a constant non-stop pace," he sighs before take a sip of his wine. I take a sip of mine as well, the bitter drink making me feel warm inside. "But, I like this. I like you. You make me slow down a take a breath. You are like a breath of fresh air."

I blush. I fucking blush. I blush because Andy makes me feel like I have a stupid high school crush. He just looks so perfect sitting across from me, on my couch, eyes peeking over his wine glass as he takes small sips. His gorgeous eyes glossy from the alcohol. I know that we are both getting tipsy, but that does not stop me from pouring a second and even a third glass of wine.

Before I knew it, we were drunk, talking about Andy's relationship with Mikey. "It just sucks, we have been fighting so much recently because of the movie and shit," Andy sighs laying his head down on my shoulder. How I moved next to him? I don't know, but what I do know is that my body is being pulled towards Andy in a way that it shouldn't.

One of my hands are safely gripping my wine glass while the other one is dangerously wrapped around Andy's waist, holding on to his hip. "He is always telling me that I do not try hard enough in this relationship anymore. That it is always him coming up with the ideas for the channel. What he doesn't understand is that I kind of want to take a break, to just be with him ya know? Like as this movie is filming, take a break from being 'Mindy the youtube couple' and figure out how to be Michael and Andrew again. Just two kids young, dumb, and in love," he frowns looking down into his glass, "he hasn't touched me in so long." My heart stops and he kind of just lets out a shaky breath, "woah," he sniffs and wipes away a tear, "I have no idea where that came from, I am so sorry."

He finishes the rest of his wine glass before setting it down on the table. I move so that I am now facing Andy. He is still crying, but I wipe away the tears with my hoodie sleeve leaving my hand to cradle his cheek. He presses his face into my hand and closes his eyes. I don't think I have ever seen anything more beautiful. "Andrew please stop crying," I mumble, "you don't deserve to feel like this. You deserve to be appreciated every second of every hour of every day. You are perfect."

Andy looks up, his blue eyes shining. He doesn't say anything for a minute and it kind of scares me. Did I say too much? Did I freak him out? But Andy completely destroys those theories when he captures my lips in a kiss. Shocked, I didn't know what to do. My first thought was holy shit, what about Mikey? But when Andy's arms wraps his around me, my mind clears and all I could think about was Andrew Fowler.

It doesn't take long for things to get heated. Andy pushes me down on the couch, straddling my waist. His lips never leaving mine, dancing together in such harmony. He removes his lips and looks down at me for a second. I thought he was going to change his mind. I thought he was going to push off of me and run out my door. Andy, however reaches at the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

My eyes rake over his tone chest. I want to touch and inch of him, I want to love every inch of him. I want to show him how a real man should show appreciation for his boyfriend. Especially if his boyfriend is as special as Andy. I sit up, Andy still on my lap, and go to take off my hoodie. After throwing it on the ground, I reconnect our lips before wrapping his legs around my waist.

Holding under his thighs, I pick him up to bring him to my room. A tiny moan leaves Andy's lips as I squeeze him. His fingers pull on my hair slightly and I gasp before pressing him against the wall. I suck the harsh taste of the wine off of his tongue as he scratches down my bare back, moaning into his mouth from the weird combination of pain and pleasure.

I move to kiss down his jawline. He lets a sharp breath as I work on a little spot on his neck before grinding my hips on him. He gasps out into my ear before biting it. "God Rye, fuck," he moans, "fuck me." I shiver, damn his voice never sounded better. Shit, I just want to take him, right here, right now.

I set him down before forcefully turning him around to face the wall. My lips connect with his neck as he lays his head down on my shoulder. I grind my hips against him, pushing his body flush against the wall. One of his hands pull at my hair as he moans out causing me to growl at the sensation.

My fingers find their way to his stomach. I can feel myself trembling as I listen to Andy's heavy breathing. He grinds his ass back onto my hardening member and I have to bite back the moans threating to fall from my lips. I need to touch more of him.

My hand trails down his stomach before fiddling with the button of his skinny jeans. A thought off Mike flashes through my mind and I stop before taking things any further. Of fucking course I want Andy, but I don't want to be his drunken mistake. He turns, wrapping his arms around my neck, and starts kissing it, "why'd ya stop?"

I suck in my breath as he sucks on a spot where my neck and shoulder connect. I grab his arms and push them to the wall over his head. I press my body against his, our groins rubbing against each other giving me a delicious feeling. "Fuck," I gasp out, "Fuck Andy, are you sure you want this?" I look up into his eyes. They are hooded and dark, full of lust.

He doesn't answer, just kisses me again. This time, my brain doesn't interrupt. The rest of our clothes are lost and before I knew it, I have this beautiful creature underneath me, face scrunched up trying to get use to me being inside him. It takes every single fucking fiber in me to not just slam into him, but I want Andy to feel how much I actually do care for him. I want him to realize that this isn't just a fuck for me.

He takes a few steady breaths, "okay move," he rasps out. I bite my lip before pulling back and pushing into Andy again, repeating the motion until his sharp breaths melt into throaty moans. I feel him surrounding me, enveloping me in a heat that's so pleasurable. Andy wraps his legs around my waist as I snap my hips forward into him. "Uh, mph, Rye. Don't stop." My name has never sounded better. "Right there. Faster, so close."

"God damn it Andy," I mumble looking down at the sweaty, wrecked, but beautiful human below me. "So fucking close too," I mumble out before kissing his swollen lips. He hums into my mouth, before bringing one of his hands up too my cheek.

I slither one of my hands down between our bodies before wrapping it around his dick. I start to jack him off along with my thrusts. Andy's mouth leaves mine as he pushes his head back a little to moan out. "Ugh," his voice high and scratchy. Sexy.

Our lips are grazing each other as our breaths get tangled. It's hot. Andy's hot. "Fuck baby, you look so good right now," I mumble looking deep into his ocean eyes. My hips stutter for a moment before I fuck into him hard, grinding against his milky skin. He screams out my name and I smirk, "that's right baby, you should be fucked like this every night."

Andy pants out little "uhs," before I can feel him stilling and clenching around my dick. "I'm coming, Rye, oh shit," he moans out and I keep thrusting into him through his high, letting the new friction draw me closer to the edge. "Finish in me, I want to feel you," he whispers huskily in my ear before biting it pulling me over the edge.

I roll off of him and we lay side by side, panting, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Andy was the first person to speak. "Thank you," he voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

"For what?"

"Saying that I was perfect."

I sigh, "you are Andy and you do deserve to be worshiped like that every day."

He chuckles before rolling onto his stomach. Head on my shoulder, arm wrapped around my torso, and a leg in between mine. "I like this. I like you Rye, so fucking much," he mumbles into my skin before dozing off to sleep.

I check the time, 3am. Andy has to leave in four hours to catch his flight to America. I refuse to fall asleep at first because I know when I wake up, Andy would be gone. But eventually, the exhaustion from the wine and sex take over my body and I pass out not waking up until two in the afternoon.

I look over to see an empty bed side with a note placed on the pillow:

Thanking the lord today was a free day from the tour, I slowly get out of my bed, strip the sheets, and make my way to the bathroom. After a shower and putting on some clothes, I walk into my living room and begin to pick up everything from the night. Unfinished dinner plates, wine glasses, and clothing. As I was finishing up, I get a notification that "Mindy" uploaded a vlog called 'Emotional Reunion'.

As much as I didn't want to watch it, I had too. I skip it to the end when they actually get together after Andy's flight. I couldn't help but frown remembering what Andy told me about Michael. To see him kiss and hug up on him confuses me.

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The party started dying down at around 3 am. I notice that there were people leaving, making the room feel bigger. I watch as Andy hugged everyone good bye along with Mikey until the darker lad walked off with his phone pressed to his ear. I look at my 'liquid courage' before gulping down the rest of the jack and coke, shivering at the taste, but loving the burn.