Music.Lust.Odyssey, pt. 8

It was valentine’s day. Lloyd was dressed especially casual and dapper for the occasion. He had a party to attend that night, but at the moment he was anticipating seeing Yung Berg in person for the first time since their fight; and they’d be on national TV with each other nonetheless.

The lights went on, the cameras rolling, the audience lively and active, and the show was beginning.

“Today being Valentine’s day we have a very special show for you. Quite a few surprises in store, and before we get into our videos today we want to welcome three of those nice surprises out here, right away! So without further ado we have for you a heartthrob, a hard hitter, and a helluva songstress- Lloyd, Yung Berg, and Mya everybody!!” called the host.

The three of them walked out together, Yung Berg first, with Mya between the two of them, and Lloyd at the end. They walked to their respective places on stage, and took a moment to greet everyone as well as the host, as was typical for a live show appearance. “So we want to hear about what you guys have been up to lately; but first we have a little Valentines Day game for you three!” said the host to them.

“Oh really? Well, hey let’s get it then,” said Lloyd.

“Alright, well Mya I’m going to give you these questions and you ask them each question one at a time and depending on their answer the audience will say whether or not they get a point or not. You guys ready?” asked the host.

“Okay, let’s do it,” said Mya, receiving the card of questions from her.

“The first is for Lloyd…. Now, tell us… What is your ideal Valentines night date?” she asked.

“Well uh.. I for one like to eat in unique places, so a dinner in somewhere romantic and unusual is a nice thing. And I also like to serenade whoever i’m with so maybe like some time in a jacuzzi before we end the night; that seems pretty nice to me,” Lloyd said. “Alright, Alright. Audience what you think?” said Mya. The audience made a cheer of approval. “I think it’s safe to say that’s a point for Lloyd.” said the host, which prompted a point to pop up at the bottom of the monitor next to Lloyd’s name.

“Same question for you, Berg,” said Mya.

“Well me personally, I feel like whatever they want I want. I’m not hard to satisfy. I mean, you can’t just be trifling with yours, but I rarely ever go against the grain. I’m not as controlling as people think,” he said.

“Kinda vague, but what does the audience think?” said the Host.

The audience responded positively once again.

“Okay Lloyd, this one’s for you. Your significant other messes up on valentine’s day. Do you forgive them for the sake of the day, or do you just say no it’s a wrap. Try again another day?” Mya asked.

“Really, it kind of all depends for me. What they did for example, and how bad it was. But i’m a generally forgiving person that is IF it’s genuine. So yea, possibly!” said Lloyd.

This time, the audience wasn’t as pleased. This lost Lloyd one point on the monitor.

“Okay, for you Berg i’m gonna kind of switch it up. If you messed up on Valentine’s Day? How would you make up for that?” Mya asked him.

“In most cases, I’d usually admit I was wrong and make up for it with something sentimental and real. It’s horrible to lose the approval or care of somebody you love, even if only for a day. So I’d just express my regret and apologies to that person. And hope that our love it stronger than one falling out, so we can grow as a couple,” said Berg, making eye contact with Lloyd for the first time, which was positively recieved. The crowd also appreciated his answer. A few more questions were given, and the chemistry between the two of them began to grow. All of the negative emotions began to fade, and they were coming back closer together. A video break was coming, and they decided to flee to Berg’s private dressing room.

They locked the door behind them as they stepped in to speak.

“Before you say anything baby, I’m so sorry. There was no excuse for what I did, I just kind of lost it. At this point we don’t even have to discuss it if you don’t want to, I just need you back,” said Berg. For a long time it seemed as if Lloyd was far more in love and dedicated than he was but at the moment, Berg seemed just as passionately dedicated and wanting as him.

“I understand, and I know I was in the wrong first, but I hurt too and I just want you to understand how I felt,” They were sure they didn’t have much time to get back, but disregarded it for the moment.

“I get it, baby…and I NEED you…” said Berg, putting his arms around him.

“I spent ten full days, needing you, wanting you. Lost in this whole mess. And I hurt every moment of every day,” Lloyd said, accepting a kiss from him.

“I wanna make it better. I want you to feel loved and cared for every one of those ten days I couldn’t have with you. We can make today the first. Let’s just let it all go. We made one appearance, they know you still out here and active. Let’s just go for it,” Berg said to him.

“It’s gon’ be real hard for me to recover from three and a half weeks of inactivity,” said Lloyd.

“Then we’ll both just work extra hard for you. I’ll stay with you whenever you want. I mean, you know we got the music and promotion on lock, that’s effortless. It’s really a matter of time. And for now, I want to give my time to you,” said Berg, laying it all out on the table.

“Come here, dude,” said Lloyd pulling him closer as they began to kiss once again.

Berg held him tightly, and spoke directly in his ear,

“I never wanna hurt you. I love you. And anyway, that body too damn sexy for me to be trying to hurt you, baby,” he said quietly in Lloyd’s ear. Lloyd laughed. They were sure that at this point they were more than late returning back to the show; and had to make a quick, unnoticed exit if they wanted to get out. Especially together. Berg called one of his drivers to meet them at the door, and they hurriedly made their way out.

The windows were deeply tinted, the driver was completely separated from them in the back of the limo, the temperature was mild, and the ever-so-soft leather was warm. Before they’d even made it on the road, they fell to the limo floor and Berg began to undress Lloyd.

“Baby, baby wait.. Damn, nigga I want it… You know I want it sooo bad, but let’s just wait til we get to yo’ place,” said Lloyd. “You know, make it different, since it’s been a minute,” said Lloyd.

“What’s more different than in a car! You know, what with the adrenaline pumpin’ and everythang. That shit sexy!” said Berg.

“You sure you ready?” asked Lloyd.

“You sure you ready?” Berg said back.

Lloyd sat on the seat, with Berg in front of him on his knees helping to undress him as well as himself. Lloyd pulled off his jacket, and tossed it to the side. His button up shirt soon followed, as well as his wife beater beneath. Berg loosened his belt and pulled it off. Lloyd practically jumped out of his pants, and they were off only seconds later. Berg himself was in only his pants and socks. “What if we get there too soon?” asked Lloyd.

“I talked to the driver, don’t trip nigga,” said Berg, interlocking hands with Lloyd as he began to kiss his chest. Berg then pulled him from the seat, and on top of him as he laid down on the car’s floor.

With their bodies pressed against each other’s, he began to grasp and squeeze Lloyd’s smooth, round ass. All the while, Lloyd attempted to bring Berg out of his own pants. Continually kissing one another in the process, the adrenaline was definitely pumping rapidly. They both were just about completely exposed, grabbing and kissing at one another as if it were their last. Lloyd was out of his boxers and Berg was only left in his. Establishing his role as the controller of the situation, he turned Lloyd over and laid him on his back on the floor in front of him. Though he was hard as a rock, and more than ready to pound the life out of Lloyd, he paused for a moment. He put his face very close to Lloyd’s and just examined him for a minute.

He looked deep into him, with a mixed feeling of desire, ecstasy, and devotion all together. Lloyd glared back, and Berg finally broke the inactivity with another kiss, but this time on his forehead. The next kiss that followed was on the lips. He moved to the lower half of his body and began to explore the various lickable areas. The feeling began to grow, to an extent he almost couldn’t bear it. In a single thrust, he inserted the entire shaft of Lloyd’s dick into his mouth and began to suck it salaciously. He spent a considerable amount of time doing so.

To add some degree of spontaneity, he turned to assume a 69 position, to which Lloyd immediately responded. Berg continued to stroke his dick as he sucked it, only taking his mouth off of it to lick and slurp on his balls. Lloyd reciprocated greatly, enveloping Berg’s thick member thoroughly. Taking it a step further, he proceeded to plunge his tongue into his ass. He licked in a soft, up and down motion with his entire mouth up against his ass and his hands embracing his succulent cheeks. The longer Berg sucked on his hard dick, the better it seemed to feel, and the more he sucked on Berg’s ass.

After 15 constant minutes of oral pleasure, Berg was ready to get to work.

Lloyd got on his knees in front of him, ass up and attainable, and prepared for his lover’s large shaft. Berg took his time inserting himself into Lloyd’s amply tight ass hole. Lloyd braced himself, as usual; feeling the anticipation as well as nervosity of actually having sex in a moving car in the middle of the day. Berg halted his baraism as he began to move in and out of Lloyd, who kept his muscles loose and his fists clenched. Berg drove his cock in and out slow, going in deep when he pushed and pulling out gently. Every bump the car drove over made it feel just that much better for Lloyd. Berg’s sensual actions helped to build the erotic momentum.

“Shit… Damn, man,” said Lloyd, jerking at his own stiff rod while Berg fucked him from behind. It had begun to get somewhat noisy, between Berg’s taunts, Lloyd’s moans, and the slapping of his ass into Berg’s pelvis when he would occasionally speed up. However, they didn’t take much notice to it.

They continued for a solid hour and 15 minutes, give or take a few. It seemed as if the ride would be ending soon, and Berg hadn’t told Lloyd exactly how long he told the driver to go. But before Lloyd could even begin to let worry overcome delirium, Yung Berg was coming close to his sexual zenith. His breathing increased, he shut his eyes tightly, and grabbed onto Lloyd’s waist as he began to release his cum inside him.

They both rested momentarily, respiring heavily and slowly descending from their pinnacle of lust. “Okay, baby we gotta get dressed,” Berg leaned over and spoke into Lloyd’s ear. He slapped him on the ass one last time, before pulling his dick out.

“Where exactly did you tell him to drive us that took that much time?” asked Lloyd, grabbing his clothes in no particular order. “I’m sure one trip around the city to get to my place would take some kind of time,” Berg said.

Yung Berg owned a penthouse in New York, and they were headed there now. Seemingly moments after they were dressed the limo came to a halt. Yung Berg and Lloyd got out, Lloyd went on his way to the door as Berg walked around to the driver’s window.

“Man, can I ask, what exactly you had me do that for?” asked the driver. Berg then put on his sunglasses and dropped a roll of money into his lap through the window. “No…. you may not,” said Berg walking away from the window.

The driver pulled off instantly, and they entered the building.

Yung Berg’s home was very opulent and glaring, but in a stylish way. It was almost as if it were decorated by someone with a professional occupation doing so. The drapes matched the sofas, which corresponded to the rugs, which stunningly accentuated the brass portions of the furniture. Apparently, the brand of choice around his place was Louis Vuitton, since there were several of the brand items lying about. “Might as well call this ya 2nd home, baby,” Berg said, followed by a laugh. Lloyd proceeded to one of Berg’s rooms, which was apparently the one he spent the most time in judging from the things inside. Berg changed into something more comfortable, before speaking with Lloyd who had laid on his bed to enjoy the pleasing texture.

“iight, we got a few hours before the party, get relaxed. It may be one of the few times we have to do so together for a while. You know, with work and all,” said Berg. He took out his phone and opened his internet browser, to update his twitter status, which had become one of his favorite small hobbies as of lately.

“Bae, you got that bag?” inquired Lloyd.

“Nigga you already know,” Berg replied, retrieving his marijuana.

After rolling and lighting a blunt, which he and Lloyd shared, he continued to his status which finally read:

“Chillin at the crib, blowin’ it down wit mah sexy lil baby”

If he had been photographed entering with Lloyd, it could cause a few questions. Both of them recognized it immediately after he read it aloud.

“What if people get to wondering? I mean we have been in a lot of places together,” said Lloyd.

“Shit. Let ‘em wonder. Let ‘em talk. Long as our shit stay relevant and we stay on they minds; they don’t know a damn thang about our love… You love me?” asked Berg.

“You already know…” said Lloyd.

“Say it to me.”

“I Love you, Chris. Damn, dude”

“I love you too, Harlin” said Berg, addressing him by his middle name.

“Don’t call me that”

“Yea, iight. But anyway, long as that remains the same. Fuck the rest. Let ‘em talk. Now that I got you back, and you got me. They don’t matter,” Berg concluded.

True, the public could talk. And whether they did or not, was not a worry to either of them at the moment. For this moment in time, they simply enjoyed each other’s company….