*NOTE* I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This fictional story was written solely for entertainment purposes only and does NOT imply the sexual preferences of said celebrities or anything about their personal lives. Enjoy!

The air was still and everything in the darkened room the two men shared was quiet and tranquil. The full moon’s light danced in and out of the shadows and gently caressed the men’s face and exposed upper bodies as they slept. T.I.’s perfect caramel colored skin was only enhanced even more by the moonlight and became more of a creamy colored hue. Evan Ross gently began tossing and turning on the bed. T.I. was under his skin and he didn’t know how or why it happened. It did though and he was not sure how he should feel about it. The rapper, the real T.I., was unlike anyone he had ever met before as he shifted his body once again.

“Cut!” the director yelled from his chair into his bullhorn. “That’s a wrap for today.”

Everything went well considering this was one of the first times the rapper turned actor ever took his shirt off in front of a camera. He wasn’t uncomfortable with his body by any means but the opportunity never really presented itself. Of course he did it while doing shows at times but that was about it. The pool scene was what they just finished wrapping and everyone was clearing out because the sun was beginning to set in the horizon. T.I. sat on the edge of the concrete with his feet in the water and his elbows on his knees, thinking. He was oblivious to his outside surroundings, even when Evan came with a towel around his neck and sat extremely close to him.

“Good take boy,” he said to the man whose mind was obviously a million miles away.

“Huh? Yea. When’d you get here?”

“Just now. You aight hommie?”

“Yea. Where’s everyone?”

“Getting ready to leave. The day’s wrapped remember?”

“Yea. My mind is just lost right now.”

“You seemed bothered by something. You sure you okay?”

“No. I’m not sure of anything anymore.”

“Why? What happened? Talk to me.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Oh.”

“I feel different when you’re around me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t describe it but I know I like it a lot.”

“Oh? Well I like hanging with you.”

“You really mean that?”

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

The sun was completely gone now as the two men continued talking to each other. The caramel colored rapper loved watching the young actor’s lips move as he talked and wondered what it would feel like to have them pressed against his. Evan wanted to kiss T.I.’s soft pink lips since he first saw him smile on the first day they met. That smile alone melted his heart and he was hooked by the rapper instantly. He should smile more often because it made him even more irresistible than he already was. All of a sudden he noticed the rapper staring at him. He looked into those hazel eyes that were just beautiful and complimented him perfectly. He was a lost little child within them.

“What? What are you looking at?” he questioned.

“You.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re perfect. At least to me.”

“Wha—”

“Can I kiss you Evan?”

“I’ve wanted you to since I first met you,” he confessed.

“Okay.”

Evan immediately got knots in his stomach. He didn’t know what to feel or how to react at the moment. He was about to have his first kiss with another man and it was with the rapper T.I. It felt right on so many levels and he’d wanted this for so long now. Pleasure waves were sent throughout his body when he felt T.I.’s hand holding on to his. They stared intently into each other’s eyes until he knew the rapper was ready. He closed his eyes and his insides nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the caramel colored rapper’s lips ever so gently brush against his. The young actor felt T.I.’s breath on his lips as he opened his eyes and saw him hovering only mere inches away from his face. Evan closed his eyes again and when he felt nothing after a while, he opened them to find himself alone by the pool. His eyes opened and stared up at the dark ceiling. He sat up and looked at the caramel colored rapper sleeping peacefully next to him.

“Fuck!” he said under his breath.

The newly turned actor awoke early the next morning and got ready in a flash to go to the studio. He quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat on the sofa as he flicked on the TV and settled on watching the news. Evan was fast asleep on T.I.’s bed. The rapper would look at him periodically for no reason at all. He was even cuter when he slept and T.I. was genuinely confused by the vibes that he received from Evan. He knew he was fond of him as an artist, actor, and friend but somehow felt that there was something more there. Maybe he was just afraid to show or admit what he felt. The caramel colored rapper couldn’t think about that thought because he didn’t even know if he was right in his assumption. Deciding it best to just cast it out of his mind, he grabbed a jacket, went over to Evan and looked at him for a short while before he left.

Most of the crew was already setting up for the day when the rapper arrived on set and was almost instantly whisked away into makeup because he was so late. He found that, in between shots and other free time he had to himself, he thought of Nelly a lot. He missed waking up next to the older rapper, with his strong arms wrapped around him. The anxiety was building up within him but he always suppressed it because this was the way it had to be. Nelly didn’t respond to the message he left him recently and they haven’t spoken to each other in what seemed like ages to the young rapper. He locked those thoughts away deep within his mind and went to work.

The full moon was replaced by the sensitive rays of the sun as downtown Los Angeles became the busy metropolis it was best known for. Evan Ross was still asleep on the rapper’s comfortable bed because he was tired. Last night was emotionally uncomfortable for him because he didn’t know what to make of the rapper. He was more confused than ever about what he should do but he enjoyed last night very much. The conversation and raw emotion involved was what the young actor liked most because it was real and extremely special to him. At around ten, the sun’s rays began to wake him up so he put a pillow over his head to block it out. The sun wasn’t the only think working against him though as his phone went off on the nightstand close to him.

“Hello?” he said, still sleeping.

“Hey kid. What’s up?” he heard one of his friends respond.

“What you waking me up for nigga?”

“Shut up. Where you at? I can come through.”

“No!” he said right away. “I mean you don’t need to man.”

“I wanted to catch lunch. Where you at man?”

“At a friend’s. Lunch sounds good but I gotta be on set in a few hours.”

“A friend huh? You finally got that fine ass Lauren London didn’t you? My boy!”

“What? Man chill with that!”

“So it did happen then?”

“If I say no would you believe me?”

“No because I know you Evan my man. You hit that!”

“Man whatever. Where do you wanna have lunch?”

“I’m thinking some place upscale and since you’re a big movie star now, you’re treating.”

“Fine. How about the Ivy?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Aight. I’ll meet up with you in a few. Gotta go get fresh, sexy, and clean.”

“If you say so. I’m out.”

“One.”

The young actor looked around his surroundings and everything from last night came back to him. The dream he had impacted him the hardest because as much as he wanted it to happen, he knew it wouldn’t. He decided it was best if he got out of the rapper’s room before he got caught or became late to his newly made lunch appointment. As much as he wanted to keep T.I.’s clothes on, he couldn’t. He found his clothes and took off the rapper’s and laid it out neatly on the bed, after he made it. After he put his clothes on, he gathered up his things and took one last look at the bed he shared with his costar last night. It was special to him. Last night was special to him as he left and went about his way.

The production of the movie reached the halfway mark which meant that T.I. had gone a little more than three months without seeing or touching his love. At times, his feelings would overwhelm him but he couldn’t help it. He loved Nelly with everything he was made of and truly missed him. It took every ounce of strength in his body to keep him from leaving on quite a few occasions to go see the older rapper, the man he loved. If only to talk to him because he always knew what to say to make the caramel colored rapper feel like he was the only one and that no one or nothing else mattered when they were together.

T.I. had yet another long day of shooting. He was up since six in the morning because there were some minor changes made to the script and he needed to be notified of them because the changes only affected him and the role he played in the film. After having to learn more lines, the real day of shooting began. He was tired by the end of it as he returned to his trailer with his costars Evan and Lauren. They all talked and enjoyed themselves until Lauren had to leave to go meet up with her boyfriend. It wasn’t long before Evan had to go as well so the rapper was left alone. He decided to take a shower while he was still here because he knew he’d be too tired to take one when he got back to his room.

The warm water crashed onto the tired rapper turned actor’s skin as he began cleaning himself. His mind couldn’t help but run on the some of the good times he and Nelly had under a showerhead and he started missing him all over again. The shower didn’t last long and he quickly threw on a pair of black cargo pants and a tank top of the same color. Black looked great on him. The studio was quiet and everything was still as he walked out to his limo. He rested his head on the seat and closed his eyes as he gathered his thoughts about everything in his life. He was happy because this is what he fought for and wanted for so long and it meant everything to him. His stomach let out slight moans as he remembered that he hadn’t eaten anything since the day began.

The caramel colored rapper searched through his wallet for his keycard and swiped it to allow him entry into his luxurious hotel room. As he opened the door, he was shocked and confused because he was suddenly in what seemed like paradise. Beautifully scented candles was spread and lit all over the entranceway and led into his bedroom. Blood red rose petals were sprinkled all over the floor and the illumination of the many candles were the only form of light in the entire suite. He didn’t know what was going on in his room right now but inhaling the scents, which smelled like lavender, from the candles had a great calming effect on him. He closed the door behind him and followed the trail of candles into his bedroom because it was clearly meant to be followed.

“Hello there,” Nelly said as he entered the room. He was adorned in a full three piece suit, black in color, and holding a red rose, which matched his tie perfectly, with his right hand as he walked over to the stunned rapper.

“Cornell? What are you doi—”

Nelly killed the remainder of the sentence by pressing their lips together. They both needed this badly. The kiss was the most innocent and sweetest he had ever received from the older rapper as he gave himself into it completely and effortlessly. T.I. wrapped his arms around his man neck as Nelly wrapped his around his waist and held on to him as tight as he possibly could without hurting the young rapper. His heart was now beating out of his chest and skipping four or five beats every second. This was too perfect to be real. Nelly really couldn’t be here, looking so damn sexy in his suit, and kissing him right now. It felt real though. He could actually feel the kiss and his tongue moving in and out of his mouth so smoothly and carefree. This act alone melted the caramel colored rapper’s heart and he was falling in love with this man all over again. Nelly broke the kiss after a long while and just stared at the man he was in love with.

“Wanted to do that for a long time now. This is for you,” he said as he gave the caramel colored rapper the rose he was holding.

T.I. took the rose and then started into his man’s light brown eyes. “Is this real? Are you really here?”

“Yes Tip. And I’ve been going crazy without you these past months. Do you need me to pinch you to prove that it’s real?”

“Yes.”

Nelly gently pinched the younger rapper on the forearm and then instantly kissed the same spot where he just pinched. “Are you convinced?”

“Yes. I’ve missed you so much Cornell!”

“I know. I got your message then came up with this idea to surprise you. Do you like it?”

“I love it! This is one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me baby. How did you do all this?”

“I’ll tell you later. Right now I crave your lips bab—”

T.I. was the one who stopped the rest of the sentence from being said this time as he crushed their lips together. This was one of the sweetest and nicest things anyone had ever done for him and he felt so special. Nelly looked so suave and fine in his suit as his young love kissed him with all the passion and lust he had within his body. He held on to the rose tight and to his man even tighter as they continued to get reacquainted with each other. The two men had saved up so much passion for each other and it showed as they continued sensually kissing each other. Nelly smelled so good, he looked so good, and most importantly, he felt so good next to T.I. that he still couldn’t believe this was happening in his reality right now. The older rapper was everything to him and he was more than overwhelmed by his man’s surprise and he loved every single moment of it. He loved him.

“God you’re so cute,” Nelly said softly. “You’re perfect baby. How you smell, how you look, you being here in my arms. I love you so much.”

“Cornell I can’t believe you did all this for me. I don’t know what to say.”

“The expression on your face was enough for me. The kiss was just an added bonus.”

“I’m speechless right now. I’m still trying to convince myself for sure that you’re here and this isn’t a dream of mine.”

“Trust me, I’m here. I have another surprise for you.”

“What? Holding you is enough for me right now.”

“Come on,” Nelly said as he took his man’s hand in his and walked to the dining room.

They walked into the dining room, where the older rapper had set up a romantic candlelit dinner for two. “You bought dinner for us too?”

“No.”

“You didn’t?”

“I made you dinner,” he said as he sweetly kissed his man’s hand.

“You made me dinner? Oh Cornell. You did all this for me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I needed to do this for you.”

“Baby I love you so much. Thank you for this.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Taste the food first.”

Nelly was a perfect gentleman throughout the perfect evening he planned for him and his love. They sat next to each other and held hands tightly under the table as he explained what he made for them to eat. The older rapper’s mother taught him well in the art of cooking and taking care of himself. He made a special wild yellow rice and baked chicken wings with a secret sauce that only he and his mother knew about because they developed it. He also made a spicy salsa dish to top the chicken and mixed a simple salad as an appetizer. To top it all off, he managed to find a rare, oak cured red wine that was almost thirty-five years old. T.I. popped the cork on the chilled bottle of wine and started pouring for the two of them as Nelly began serving the salad.

They ate, talked, and laughed as they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. The mood set by Nelly and the candles and the roses was seamless as they continued to eat and drink. T.I. couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy or when he smiled this much. The older rapper always had that effect on him and this still felt too good to be real. The smells, the emotions, everything about this was a surreal emotion to the younger rapper and it took him over. Nelly sure knew how to get to him and he was so damn good at doing it. T.I. ate a lot because he was so hungry and it tasted really good. The wine was aged to perfection and he had three glasses. Nelly just looked at him as he ate because he couldn’t take his eyes off the caramel colored rapper even if he wanted too. Having T.I. right next to him right now also felt like he was in a dream of his own.

“That was so good baby! Where’d you learn how to cook like that?” T.I. said as he kissed him.

“My mom. I guess she did a good job huh?”

“No. She did an excellent job. In more ways than one. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome my love. You’re the only person I’ve cooked for you know.”

“I feel so special.”

“You are special to me.”

“Let’s go to bed baby.”

“How about we do something different?”

“Like what?”

“Spread the blankets on the floor and sleep where all the candles and petals are.”

“I like that idea better.”

Nelly quickly cleaned up the dining room and washed up the dishes in the kitchen as he poured them the rest of the expensive wine. They ate out all the food he made and he had to admit that it did come out good. It was made from pure love so he had nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, T.I. was gathering the comfortable blanket and sheets from the bed and made a trip to the living room, where every single candle was still burning brightly. He spread the sheets on the floor and went back for the pillows. The room smelled strongly of lavender and it was like heaven as the older rapper entered. He took off his shoes and laid down, with the two glasses of wine next to him, and waited for his love to come back. It wasn’t long before they both were enjoying the candles and flower petals. T.I. had his head on his man’s strong chest.

“Thank you for this baby,” he said to the older rapper.

“You like it?”

“I love it. The candles are nice and smell like heaven. The rose petals are sexy. The food was delicious. Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Don’t know of anything yet.”

“Well I know what your specialty is.”

“And what’s that Tip?”

“Making me happy.”

“I try my best.”

“You don’t have to try that hard. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“Why not? I wanted to see you and I figured I’d do it in a romantic way.”

“This was over the top and I love you for it.”

“I love you more,” he said as they kissed once more.

“How are things with Murphy baby?”

Nelly shifted uncomfortable. “I don’t know. He hasn’t spoken to me unless he absolutely has to. And even then it’s like he’s forcing himself to do it. I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“You haven’t tried talking to him?”

“I have! He’s not listening to me.”

“I’m sorry. You planned this romantic night for us and I brought this up. It’s just tha—”

“You’re worried about me.”

“I am. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“You’re so good to me.”

“Have to find some way to repay you for this.”

“Don’t worry,” Nelly said slyly. “You will.”

“I have no doubt about that but later. This moment here with you is everything to me.”

“It means everything to us. You and me baby. It’s always been about you and me!”

“You and me huh? I always liked the sound of that.”

“I love the sound of you.”

“This was a great idea baby.”

“Surprising you like this?”

“That and sleeping out here. How did you know I liked candles so much?”

“I know everything about you Tip. Everything!”

“Do you?”

“Of course. You’re the closest person to me like I am to you. You got my heart baby boy.”

“You’re in my blood Cornell. How did you manage that?”

“I’m good I guess,” Nelly said modestly.

“You are! How did you get in here anyway,” he meant to ask the older rapper.

“Simple. I just told front desk that I needed a key because me and a couple of your friends were planning a surprise birthday party for you.”

“And they believed that?”

“Why wouldn’t they? I’m very convincing baby but you already knew that.”

“Yes I did.”

“So I got the key no problem and then got to work.”

“How long did all this take you?”

“A while. But it was worth it in the end.”

“Was it?”

“The look on your face when you walked into your bedroom made everything worth it to me baby. I completely forgot to ask you about the movie. How’s it going?”

“No,” T.I. sexily whined. “I don’t wanna talk about work.”

“Come on Tip. Don’t make me beg.”

“Maybe you should because I’m not telling you anything.”

He moved closer to the young rapper’s ear and licked his earlobe before sensually asking, “Please baby.”

“You’re so fucking good! What do you wanna know?”

“How’s everything going? You doing good?”

“Yea. Everything’s running smoothly so far. I got something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I have to kiss one of my costars.”

“Do you?”

“Yea. We’re supposed to be love interests or whatever.”

“Oh.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you upset?”

“Of course not! This is your work and you’re a professional.”

“I’m so relieved.”

“You thought I was gonna be mad at that? Come on; give me some more credit than that baby.”

“Guess I underestimated you.”

“You’ll have to make it up to me some way as well!”

“I got that covered. Don’t worry.”

“Is there something else on your mind?”

The St. Lunatic rapper did know him well because something else was on his mind. “Yea. One of my costars.”

“The girl you have to kiss?”

“No. I’m comfortable enough with Lauren to do the scene plus I have more time to prepare for that if I need because those are some of the last scenes that we’re gonna shoot.”

“So who is it?”

“The kid that plays my brother. His name is Evan.”

“What? He doesn’t like you or something?”

“No it’s nothing like that. He’s a real cool kid. I don’t know what to make of him though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno. He’s cool and I like him a lot I guess.”

“That’s great baby. What you think he likes you the way I do?”

“Well not with the same intensity as you but yea. I get these vibes from him.”

“When did you become such a pimp? You get to kiss the girl onscreen and you got this nigga drooling over you off screen,” Nelly said as he laughed.

“Shut up! It’s not like that. I have to be honest with you thought Cornell. If we weren’t together then I’d fall for someone like him. I hope you’re not offended.”

“I’m not. We have an honest relationship and can tell each other anything right?”

“Right.”

“Does he make you uncomfortable?”

“No but I could be wrong about him baby. Like I said, I don’t know what to think of him.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong about him though. I mean I don’t know this kid at all but you guys have been together for the past few months shooting this film and hanging out and stuff. Your personality is one of a kind and he probably couldn’t help himself. The same thing happened to me and I haven’t been able to get you out of my system ever since.”

“You’re so sweet! He is an interesting guy Cornell and I like hanging with him a lot but I don’t wanna hurt his feelings or mislead him in any way. You’re the only one for me.”

“You’re such a caring and compassionate man Tip. No wonder I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love you baby.”

“So you ready to show me how much you really love and missed me my skinny prince?”

“I’ve been ready to show you that since I walked into my room and saw you looking so damn sexy in that suit. The question is Mr. Hayes,” he seductively said as he sat up and stared into the man’s eyes he loved, “Are you ready for me?”

“Most definitely baby!”

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*NOTE* I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This fictional story was written solely for entertainment purposes ONLY and does NOT imply or express the sexual preferences of said celebrities or anything about their personal lives. This is purely fictional fantasy and nothing more. Now please enjoy!

“Crank dat ass,” Soulja Boy growled as he was absolutely stuffing labelmate and playmate V.I.C. “Uuuuh,” replied VIC who was going crazy with pain and delight. Soulja Boy then grabbed on his dreads and began riding him like a horse. “Take this dick, bitch,” yelled Soulja Boy over VIC’s moaning as he pushed VIC’s head back down into the pillow. VIC liked it when Soulja Boy got rough with him. And he knew how to please even though he was only 17. VIC lifted his head back up and moaned,” Fuck me daddy.” “Put yo head back down into that pillow until I tell you otherwise, nigga,” commanded Soulja Boy. He then emphasized his point by giving VIC a rough smack on the ass. Soulja Boy was acting tough, but he was always happy to hook up with VIC and do this. He had always managed to put a smile on the dude’s face. He was nearing climax and he told VIC he could get up. This time was no different. The dude did, indeed, have a smile on his face and knew he was about to make Soulja Boy cum.

He began working his booty back furiously, despite Soulja Boy’s effort to tame it. However, VIC won that battle and Soulja Boy had barely pulled out when he released himself all over VIC’s booty, thighs, legs, and the bed sheets. After they cleaned themselves off, VIC left for his own hotel room. Soulja Boy changed his soiled bed sheets and laid down. In ten minutes, he was fast asleep.

He awoke to hard pounding on his hotel room door. “Ay man, Soulja, it’s time to go,” his manager yelled. He hopped out of bed, threw on his outfit and kicks for the concert, and headed out the door. “You were in there thinking about me, huh,” VIC jokingly whispered as he swiftly grabbed Soulja’s crotch before anyone else could see. “Shut up, man,” he replied. The concert went better than expected and Soulja Boy felt really good. Releasing stress-in the form of sex-was always beneficial to him before doing a show. They made it back to the hotel and decided to hit a Lil Wayne party. At the last minute, his posse decided against it because they were too tired and would have to do some promotion starting early the next morning. Soulja didn’t let this stop him, however. He arrived at the party and saw many famous faces. He chit-chatted awhile before making his way through the throngs of people. However, there was one particular person that he wanted to see.

He came up Lil Wayne. He could tell that he was already high. “Wayne,” Soulja yelled. “What’s up lil nigga. I heard your show was on point tonight.” “Yeah man, it was ridiculous. But yo, whatever you been doin’, I want some too.” “Oh yeah?” Wayne asked amusedly, “come on back here then lil nigga. You sure you know what you doing?” “Hell yeah, it’s nothing new to me.” Soulja Boy’s plan was going well so far. He was wondering just how far he could take it. They got into a back room, where two large packs of green were laid out on a table. Wayne closed the door and Soulja dropped into one of the chairs. After an hour, one of the bags was empty and Lil Wayne was even more high. Soulja Boy pretended he was smoking, but in reality, he really wasn’t. He was good at pretending and good at acting. He waited until he though Lil Wayne was really messed to make his move.

He got up, locked the door, and stood in front of Lil Wayne. He waved his hand in front of Wayne’s face to be sure and then pulled down his jeans and boxers. He slowly and carefully worked his meat into Wayne’s wide open mouth. He began working it in and out until he felt Wayne’s lips pressing up against his dick. He began thrusting in and out of his mouth with great verocity and his dick was feeling good in Wayne’s warm mouth. He felt Wayne’s mouth fully engaging with his dick and he was happy inside. He began rolling up Wayne’s wifebeater and squeezing his chest and nipples. He then began grabbing Lil Wayne’s dreads as he was forcing more of himself into Wayne. Soulja Boy was internally laughing at how well his plan had worked and how he was taking advantage of the hottest rapper around.

However, Wayne was conscious and alert during the whole thing. He let it go on because he really did like Soulja Boy, how aggressive he was, and how meticulous he was in setting this up. But, he couldn’t allow himself to get punked totally and it was definitely payback time. “I’m cummin,” said Soulja Boy as he pulled out of Wayne’s mouth and was about to cum on his face. “Oh no you don’t,” Wayne said as he grabbed Soulja’s dick and pointed it towards the surprised young rapper’s own face.

“Oh shit,” Soulja exclaimed as load after load hit him in the face. Before Soulja could say anything, Wayne grabbed him and held him down on the chair, while he let down his own pants. “Time to pay up, lil nigga,” Wayne said mischievously. He pulled out his hardening dick and stuffed it into Soulja’s virgin asshole. All Soulja could do was scream. “Scream all you want to, lil nigga. No one can hear you and no one will save you,” Wayne whispered into Soulja’s right ear. He then pushed Soulja’s head down and pressed his right hand on his back. He moved Soulja’s ass up higher into the air. He also admired the tight, round cakes. Soulja was tall and lanky, but he had a nice little bubble. Wayne smacked it for satisfaction.

“Please let me go. I’m sorry,” Soulja cried out. “Naw, Imma make you love me. You should be careful what you wish for.” Soulja continued to cry and moan as his ass was being ravaged viciously by Wayne’s monster dick. Wayne was working Soulja for an hour and Soulja thought the merciless pounding would never end. “Crank dat ass,” Wayne barked as he repositioned himself so that Soulja was sitting directly on his pole. He knew he was about to erupt, but he enjoyed bringing more of his dick into Soulja’s body and seeing the pained look on his face. Wayne finally decided that he had had enough. So, the roughly threw Soulja off his dick and onto the floor. He stood over him, grabbed his head, and glazed all over his face.

“Aint nothing like taking something,” replied Wayne as he put on his boxers and pants, grabbed his bag, and headed towards the door. He saw what he thought was a smile on the once pained face of the young rapper. Soulja licked his lips as if to say thank you. “Gon on and get outta here,” Wayne commanded as he opened the door and walked back out to the party. He felt his phone vibrate and noticed he had just received a text. It read Took care of that business? Wayne responded Yep. Thanks. “Good ol’ VIC,” laughed Lil Wayne. Back at the hotel, VIC laughed himself to sleep.

Written By: Darryl

*NOTE* I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This fictional story was written solely for entertainment purposes only and does NOT imply the sexual preferences of said celebrities or anything about their personal lives. Enjoy!

This was new to T.I. He had never been on a movie set before and really didn’t know what was expected of him. The first day of his new project was mainly spent with the director and the cast members, talking and getting to know them better. The director also had individual talks with each person about the character they would be portraying. He offered insight on the fictitious characters, their motives, and goals for the film. T.I. paid extra close attention to everything that was being said and the goals for this movie because he wanted everything to be right. The caramel colored rapper was a perfectionist and he was going to make absolute sure that everything was right with this movie. Once the group dismantled the director called T.I. over to him once again.

“Hey,” he said. “What should I call you? You go by so many names,” the director laughed.

“I know. It doesn’t matter to me though. Whatever you want.”

“Clifford. I like that name. It’s unique, like you.”

“Thanks,” he said as he blushed a little. “So what did you want to see me about?”

“Right. Well you’re basically the star of this movie right? It’s you life. Your story. Well not literally but you know where I’m coming from.”

“Yea.”

“Well I don’t want to put more pressure on you but I want you to give me everything you got okay?”

“I know. I’ll try my best.”

“That’s all I ask. You are the right man for the job. I’m glad I was convinced.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well. Don’t take offense but when they told me that you were cast for the lead role I was a bit skeptical. I thought the whole `another rapper trying to act’ scenario.”

“Oh.”

“But now, seeing and talking to you like this shows me how wrong I was. Right now you’re nothing like the rapper T.I.”

“Yea. It’s a part of my personality but not the only aspect of it.”

“You’re so intelligent and articulate as well.”

“You sound surprised shawty.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be but I am. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“I’m not. I’m used to it. Most people don’t realize that the rapper T.I. is only a part of me. Clifford Harris is who I am. T.I. is just mixed into that and sometimes takes over when I’m feeling bad,” he mused.

“A sense of humor as well. These are all the qualities I want you to bring to your character. I know now that you are right for this job.”

“Thanks. I’ll do my best to bring my character to life.”

“You don’t have to try hard. Just looking at you I can tell it’ll be done effortlessly. It’s called charisma and you have plenty of it my friend.”

They talked a while longer about character development, plot analysis, and how hectic the shooting schedule was going to be. The younger rapper didn’t mind because he knew what he was getting himself into work wise when he signed on to do this project and this motivated him. His cast mates and everyone on the staff were extremely courteous and professional in their endeavors and this made his transition from the world of rapping to acting as easy and smooth as possible. The hours were long and the schedule for shooting was packed at times but this was what he got paid to do and he intended to do the best he possibly could.

The younger rapper’s mind was constantly on his love for the St. Lunatic rapper from time to time because he missed him a lot. Their lives were so busy that they hadn’t spoken to each other since he started shooting the movie. A glimmer of hope shined down on him during the second week of shooting when the rest of the afternoon shots were cancelled because of a sudden and slight rainstorm. He was glad for this because the day was long, seeing as he was up since four in the morning shooting. While back in his trailer, he showered off all the stress of the day and threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. He fell back on his bed and instantly reached for his cell phone nearby.

“Hey you.”

“Well look who finally decides to call his nigga,” Nelly said in a sarcastic tone.

“Huh?” he asked, confused.

“Got you! Hey my baby boy! What up?”

“Just here missing you. It feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yea. Why aren’t you shooting?”

“A small rainstorm came out of nowhere so the rest of the day got cancelled.”

“I always knew there was a reason I liked the rain so much.”

“You’re so cute. What are you up to my little soldier?”

“A lot. Still promoting the album, doing all these talk shows, and everything else under the sun.”

“I didn’t hear missing me in any of that.”

“Well I naturally assumed that was a given.”

“Is it? I don’t know,” T.I. said coyly.

“Don’t play with me.”

“It doesn’t hurt to hear it from time to time.”

“I miss you. Like crazy aight. You happy now?”

“Very.”

“When can I see you?”

“I don’t know. Things are insane around here, especially since we had to reschedule today’s shots because of the rain.”

“Yea. So you enjoying yourself? How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good. Better than I thought. Everyone’s been great. This is an easy environment to work in.”

“I’m glad. So the transition’s easy then.”

“Yea.”

“I knew you’d be okay. You are a fast learner after all,” Nelly said with an underlying tone.

“Shut up!” he said as he laughed. “You’re not slick kid.”

“Never said I was.”

“Whatever. Enough about me though. What about you baby? How are things with Murphy?”

“What things? It’s the same as before. We haven’t talked since it all happened. He hasn’t told anyone though.”

“How do you know that?”

“We all had to get together a few times to do some promotional stuff. The first people he’d have told would’ve been our friends. No one asked me about it so they don’t know.”

“That’s not necessarily true baby.”

“I’m hoping here.”

“I know. That must’ve been so hard for you.”

“It is. He doesn’t even look at me. I feel even worse than before, if that’s even possible. I miss him baby.”

“It’s okay Cornell. I know this is hard for you but it will work itself out soon enough.”

“It’s even harder being away from you. When will this movie be finished?” he cutely whined.

“It just started baby. I miss you badly but this is our lives.”

“I know. I miss your arms around me. You know how you make me feel. Especially now.”

“Don’t worry. I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you. Listen, I don’t wanna but I have to go. I have a party to go to in a few. Make an appearance or whatever.”

“Okay. Be good baby,” T.I. said sexily.

“You know me durrty. You also know how much I love you right?”

“I do Mr. Nelly guy. Have fun. I love you.”

“I love you. Bye.”

T.I. had a calming feeling throughout the rest of the night. The rain eased slightly so he called for a limo to take him to the hotel he was staying at. There was a slim hope, by the director, that the rain would subside enough to continue shooting but that didn’t happen. Nelly was in Miami and the he was what seemed like a million miles away in California. The caramel colored rapper’s mind was only on the man that he loved with everything he was as he was being driven to the hotel room. The cast invited him to a party tonight but he didn’t really feel up to it because he was tired and needed some time by himself to think. He wanted to come up with something he could do or say to get Nelly and Murphy back together so bad that he thought about it every chance he got but nothing came to him.

He stared out the balcony to the rain sprinkling over the city. A lot of things have been residing in his mind since he and Nelly got back together, though it’s been mainly about the fight he and his best friend had and their situation now. He wanted this problem resolved right away. If he wasn’t thinking about that then his mind ran on himself. He was extremely happy and pleased with his performance on the movie set so far, as was the director. He’s complimented the caramel colored rapper on several different occasions. The character was coming to life because of him and he was enjoying himself more than he thought he would. The rain slowly increased in intensity as he took off his tank top and hopped into the lonely bed. He didn’t want to sleep alone but he knew that he had no choice. His man was three thousand miles away on the other side of the country missing him the very same way. He thought about his life for a while longer until he was unaware when he finally drifted off to sleep.

The weeks were going by extremely slow without the older rapper there to talk to him but as much as he hated to admit it, he had to get used to this because they wouldn’t always be together. So far, the movie was going great. Shooting kept on schedule and T.I. developed a close rapport with Evan Ross, who plays his younger bother in the film, and Lauren London, who plays his love interest. They were genuinely interesting people and the caramel colored rapper enjoyed being around them. Sometimes, late at night, they would all relax in one of their trailers and talk about anything. T.I. knew that he would have to eventually do some scenes where he would be kissing Lauren and talking and getting to know her on such a personal level like they’ve been doing was definitely going to make easier for him to perform in front of the camera.

He didn’t tell Nelly that he would be kissing one of his costars but he was sure that the older rapper was going to understand that he had to do it because it was required of him. He meant to tell him the few times they did talk throughout the shoot so far but the overwhelming feeling of hearing his man’s voice always caused it to slip his mind every time. He really could relate to Evan because they were both ambitious, have street smarts, and not too bad looking, though that had nothing to do with anything. T.I. admitted to himself after about a week of shooting that his costar Evan Ross was cute and the kind of guy he would go for. He had everything the young rapper wanted in a partner from honesty to compassion. He especially liked the conversations they would sometimes have alone in either of their trailers. These conversations is what allowed T.I. to read his young costar so easily and he really liked what he saw. Evan was insightful, motivated, and charming to no end.

The director was pleased immensely with the effort that all the young stars put forth in this movie. He always complimented them on their great work and acceptance of the insane work schedule. They nailed scene after scene effortlessly and had been getting out earlier than expected on quite a few occasions. The three friends would spend time together but Lauren would leave them at times to spend time with her family or boyfriend. T.I. didn’t mind this though because he really liked spending time with Evan. It was past twelve one night and they had just finished shooting. Lauren disappeared shortly after and the two boys returned to T.I.’s trailer and Evan made himself at home as the rapper was taking a shower. He flicked on the TV and was browsing through the channels as T.I. emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped comfortably around his waist. Evan couldn’t help but stare at the rapper’s caramel skin and perfectly toned upper body that glistened with beads of water.

“What you staring at little bro?” T.I. asked as he laughed.

“Nothing man,” the young actor lied. He was mesmerized by the rapper’s perfect body.

“You can pick your jaw up from the floor now man. I know my body is perfect.”

“Damn nigga! You sure do have an ego on you.”

“Whatever kid,” he said as he disappeared back into the bathroom to change. He returned shortly after.

“You hungry Cliff?”

“Yea. You?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Since we won’t be getting any food around here then why don’t we just go back to my hotel room and order there?” T.I. suggested.

“Sounds good to me.”

The limo ride was anything but quiet on the way back to the rapper’s hotel room. They talked and joked about everything from shooting the movie to their lives. Evan interested him and he couldn’t believe that the young man was Diana Ross’ son. Although shooting was going on track to what the producers and director wanted, the cast would often have so many bloopers and do silly things in front of the camera that would have everyone laughing. T.I. was grateful that his first time making a feature movie was the kind of experience he wanted it to be, laid back and just plain fun. The atmosphere created by everyone was easily the best part of making this movie.

The caramel colored rapper didn’t know how to explain it but he had a feeling about his costar Evan Ross. At first, he thought it was because he liked spending time with him but then dismissed that. The way Evan would listen to him and his body language around the rapper had him wondering what was up with him. These thoughts would float in and out of T.I.’s mind from time to time but he didn’t think too much about it because he figured the young actor liked talking to him as much as he did him. The limo pulled in front of the lobby to the hotel and the two young men got out. T.I. handed the driver a couple hundred dollars for his trouble and they silently made their way to his room. Evan never saw such a nice place that someone just used to crash in for the night before. The hotel room was really nice.

“How much do you pay for this place?” he eagerly asked the rapper.

“What you being so nosy for kid?” he replied a she laughed.

“Don’t make me kick your ass Cliff.”

“I’d like to see you try. But in the spirit of friendship, about three grand a night.”

“Damn! Didn’t know you were living that large hommie.”

“You know how I do. Just relax yourself. The menu’s over there man. Go see what you want.”

“Aight. I don’t have any money on me thought.”

“I got you. Relax kid.”

“You know what Cliff, you’re lucky you’re hooking me up otherwise—”

“Otherwise what punk? All I hear is your big ass mouth.”

“Forget you! Damn!”

“What?”

“I need a shower bad. I didn’t even go back to my trailer after shooting today.”

“Well I wasn’t going to say anything but I knew I smelled something.”

“Fuck you nigga!” Evan said as he laughed and was slightly embarrassed.

“Well look, you can shower here. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“What? You don’t mind?”

“Why would I? You’re my brother right?”

“In the movie yea.”

“Close enough.”

“I don’t have any clothes though.”

“You look like you’re about my size. I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes.”

“Oh no. You don’t have to. I’ll just take one when I go home.”

“Nah kid. If you hanging with me then you gotta be fresh, sexy, and clean.”

Evan blushed. T.I. was getting to him in more ways than one. “Some ego there. I am fresh, sexy, and clean Cliff. That’s how I roll.”

“Not right now little bro. So you jumping in the shower or what?”

“Aight. Let me get some clothes.”

T.I. went and fetched his costar an expensive ensemble of clothing. A black pair of Dolce and Gabanna jeans, a black and white stripped Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, and a black pair of silk boxers. Evan took the clothes and went into the shower. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this; put on clothes that belonged to another man. T.I. didn’t think too much about what just happened as he flipped through the hotel menu. Deciding he would get a Chicken Caesar Salad, he tossed the menu on the bed and went for his phone. Nelly called him twice, once around ten in the morning and the other around five. The caramel colored rapper assumed that he either had a day off or made one because he missed him. T.I. missed him too as he called him back. No one answered so he left the older rapper a message letting him know how much he loved, missed, and thought about him. After that, he went and laid on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling, thinking.

“What’s going on man?” Evan asked as he came out of the shower ad sat next to the young rapper. “You aight?”

“Huh? Yea. Just thinking,” he said as he sat up. “Damn I got good taste in clothes shawty.”

“You do,” he admitted. “So what about dinner?”

“The menu’s on the bed. I already know what I’m getting.”

“Aight.”

He sat on the bed and closely examined the menu because although he knew he was hungry, he didn’t know what he wanted to eat. His mind got away from him though because he couldn’t believe that he was in T.I.’s clothes. It felt so good against his bare skin. The young actor didn’t know how to explain what he felt when T.I. was around him but he liked it. He liked it a lot. Deciding on getting the seafood combo with pasta he told T.I., who then ordered it. Their food came about twenty minutes later and they ate and talked. The meal was good and the conversation was even better as the men enjoyed themselves. After the meal, the both returned to the sofa and relaxed themselves.

“You do that a lot don’t you,” Evan asked his costar.

“Do what?”

“Think.”

“Yea. I never used to do it before but I’m really into it now.”

“What do you think about?”

“Getting a little personal aren’t we?” T.I. asked as he flashed him his infamous sexy smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s aight shawty. I think about a lot of things. Like how fortunate I am and how much I love making music. I’m happy.”

“That’s good because you deserve it.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I haven’t known you that long but making this movie has given me the chance to get to know you and you’re a great guy. I have to admit though that I didn’t think there was more to you than T.I. I hope you don’t take that the wrong way.”

“Naw. It’s cool. People who don’t know me think the same thing about me.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“I don’t let it get to me because I know who I am and that T.I. or Tip are just parts of me. They’re not only who I am you know?”

“Yea. I get you.”

“Besides, I rarely show people Clifford Harris so you should feel lucky kid.”

“I do feel lucky,” he confessed in a low voice.

“Why is that?”

“No reason.”

“You’re lying shawty. But I won’t push.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever you say.”

“You know I’ve been a fan of yours for a while now.”

“Are you just saying that to change the subject?”

“No. I do like your music. You’re one of the few artists I listen to.”

“Yea? Who else you blast?”

“I was really into Jay-Z but I don’t know what’s going on with him. He’s not as good as he used to be. 50 cent was aight when he first came out but he’s so overrated now. I like Game though.”

“I know. The Game’s good. Glad he left that G-Unit shit. Would’ve only held him back.”

“Yea. Oh and I really blast Nelly. His rhymes are off the hook.”

T.I.’s insides lit up with the sound of his man’s name. “Yea. I’m really into him as well. He’s a true artist.”

“He is.”

“So why do you like me so much?”

“I said I liked your music punk. Fishing for compliments are we?”

“Don’t need to fish. Get those anyway.”

“I’m sure. But if that’s what you want then I’ll give it to you. Your rhymes are tight as hell. Songs have great beats. Great videos. You’re a great artist in general. No denying that.”

“You really think that don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t think it.”

“Thanks man. Always appreciate a fan.”

“Good because we’re the reason you’re successful you know,” he said coyly.

“Never denied that shawty. Gotta please the fans.”

“Well I’m pleased right now.”

“I’m glad. I want you to be comfortable enough around me to be yourself. Like I am with you.”

“Trust me I am. You have this aura about you. It comforts those around you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Look at me.”

“I guess,” the rapper said as he yawned.

“You getting tired?”

“Yea. I got an early shot tomorrow. At seven I think. Damn! That’s the time?”

“Yep. It’s almost two.”

“We’ve been talking for that long huh?”

“Yep. And I enjoyed it.”

“Me too.”

“Well I think I better get out of here.”

“It’s so late though. Why don’t you just stay here?”

“What? You don’t mind?”

“Man just shut up and chill out here.”

“There’s only one bed though.”

“And we’re both eight hundred pounds each?” T.I. asked sarcastically. “The bed is big enough for the both of us. Lighten up.”

“Aight man. Whatever you say.”

“See. You should listen to me more often shawty.”

“I should.”

“One thing. You’re not a blanket hog are you?”

“No.”

“Good because I am,” T.I. laughed. “I’m only messing man. Let’s get some rest.”

“I’m with you.”

The two men took their shirts off and hopped into bed. T.I. felt weird sleeping with another man next to him that wasn’t Nelly but he got over it because his relationship with Evan was strictly platonic. Evan was glad when he finally flicked the lights off because he was visibly uncomfortable with the situation. He was in a bed with T.I., both their shirts off and his perfect chest exposed. He was glad that the rapper couldn’t see him because he knew that he would be so easy to read right now even thought he tried as hard as he could not to be. T.I. could always read him and he did a pretty accurate job most of the time. As soon as the rapper’s head hit the pillow, he was gone because he was so exhausted. The young actor stared up at the dark ceiling for a while until he fell asleep as well.

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Last night was rough on both rappers. T.I. never saw his man that upset and hurt before and he was really worried about him. After he was finally able to drift off to sleep, the younger rapper stayed there and held him. He wondered why any of this happened and wanted desperately to fix it to see his man happy again. It was around noon and the hot sun shone brightly into the room, disregarding the drapes completely. T.I. was still close to his man, holding his hand as they slept. It wasn’t long before the sun’s rays got to him though so he finally decided to get up. Nelly’s body was motionless next him as he kissed him on the forehead and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. Nelly a good night of sleep after what he’d been through. As T.I. started his shower, Nelly heard it and slowly started stirring on the lonely bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache and blurry vision. He didn’t know where he was or what was going on. He rested a while until the caramel colored rapper emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped snugly around his waist and he just stared at him.

“Glad to see you’re up baby,” he said as he walked over to Nelly and kissed him sensually.

“Huh?” he asked, lost. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“It’s my room shawty.”

“Your room? I’m in your room? How? Why?”

“Just relax. I’ll explain in a minute. Let me just get some clothes on,” T.I. said as he went and found some clothes from his suitcases. Nelly, remembering the toothbrush that he used yesterday, went to brush his teeth and wash his face in the mean time. This was surreal to him.

He came back and sat on the bed, his face on his hands. “What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I remember anything from last night?”

“It’s okay baby,” he said as he came and sat next to him.

“It’s not. Why did I come here?”

“You really don’t remember?” T.I. asked. He didn’t want to talk about this because he didn’t want to see his man upset again.

“No.”

“Cornell listen, you had me so scared last night. You came here and you were in bad shape.”

“Why? What did I do?”

“Okay just relax.”

“Stop treating me like a child dammit!” he said getting angry. “What happened to me?”

T.I. knew he didn’t mean his anger. He was only searching for answers and he understood that. “You told Murphy everything baby.”

“Huh? Everything about what?” he asked trailing off. “Us?”

T.I. silently nodded his head. “Yea.”

“When was this? All I remember was being in the studio with him late last night and lacing down a good five or six tracks.”

“Baby listen. That did happen. But you two got into one of your arguments again and you finally had enough. You told him what was really going on with you.”

“I don’t remember any of this.”

“You don’t because it hurt too badly. He hurt you really bad so your memory just blocked it out for a while.”

“What did he do?”

“He went off on you. Yelled, called you names, everything. He said he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.”

“What? Oh my God! He’s like my brother!”

“I know and that’s why it hurt you so bad.”

“Why did he do this to me?”

“Because he doesn’t understand you baby. Plus he was caught off guard by it I think.”

“That’s still no reason. He fucking hurt me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yea. Me too. So how did I end up with you?”

“You came to me right after the fight. The emotional stress was too much for you to handle baby. You needed to be with someone.”

“I remember now. I had no where to go. After he left all I could do was think about you. Everything in my body was screaming at me to go to you. And I fell on you when I saw you right?”

“Yea. You were weak and drained. I was so worried and scared baby. I never saw you like that before.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come because I didn’t want you to worry about me like that.”

“No. You needed me and that’s what I’m here for.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I know. Just don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try not to. What am I going to do about him? You should’ve heard the way he was talking to me baby. I’ve lost him. I lost my best friend.”

“Give him some time. He needs to cool off and think about what happened. He only wants to protect you I think. He just has a different way of showing it.”

“I dunno. I don’t think he will accept me.”

“Well all you can do is try baby. If he wants to remain stubborn then there really isn’t much you can do.”

“I love him though. I want him back in my life. He’s too important to me to lose.”"

“I know baby,” T.I. said as he wrapped his arms around Nelly. “I know.”

“You always take care of me. I’d be so lost without you.”

“It’s because I love you Cornell. Very much.”

“Why can’t Murphy see that? Why can’t he see how happy you make me?”

“He just doesn’t want to accept it. It’s okay.”

“No it’s not. You’re the one for me. He needs to see that and accept it because he’s my best friend and that’s what best friends do. Who do I turn to now that my best friend has abandoned me?”

“Me. I’m here for you.”

“You’re the only one right now.”

“Don’t worry baby. We’ll get through this.”

“Together.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way shawty.”

“I love you Tip.”

“I love you baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Only because I have you. Is that the time?” he asked looking at a nearby clock on the wall.

“Yea.”

“Shit I’m gonna be late.”

“Late? For what?”

“I had my team reschedule those appearances I cancelled before to today. I have to meet up with them in an hour or so. We’re getting lunch and then talking about what I have to do to make it up for canceling the way I did.”

“Yea? I’m worried about you though.”

“Why?”

“You just had an emotional night not to long ago. I know it’s weighing down on your mind right now.”

“It is. I have to keep busy so I won’t think about it right now. That’s what I did when —” Nelly stopped in the middle of his sentence.

“We took a break?”

“That’s a nice way of putting it. But I’m a big boy. When you left me because I fucked up.”

“Yea,” T.I. said as he looked away.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to ever think about that again. I hated the time we spent apart. I really wanted you just to be there for me that whole time.”

“Now it seems like you’re the one who’s been there for me recently.”

“Yea. But you’re my man. My baby boy. Of course I’m gonna be there for you.”

“Hold me. Please.”

“Okay,” T.I. said as he wrapped his arms around Nelly’s strong body. The older rapper rested his head on his shoulder and his eyes were on the floor. “You aight?”

“No. I’m scared. You know I never said that to anyone before in my life. Not even Murphy.”

“I’m not just anybody baby.”

“I know. What is he gonna do to me?”

“I don’t know. I wish I had an answer for you.”

“It’s not supposed to be like this dammit. He’s not supposed to be hurting me the way he is. I’m scared of what he might do in his anger to get back at me. He could go to the media. I could lose everything,” Nelly said as his body began to tremble under T.I.’s powerful arms.

“Calm down baby. Relax. Slow down. You’re not ready to handle all of this right now.”

“I have to handle it sooner or later.”

“Yea. I just don’t want you taking on too much baby. You’ll have me worrying like crazy over you.”

“He could ruin me. He hates me. Baby what am I gonna do?”

“Just wait it out a couple of days and see what happens. I don’t think he would go to the media with this.”

“You didn’t see how mad he was when we talked. He looked like he could do anything. He’s unpredictable.”

“Keep it together. You’re making public appearances later on remember? Don’t show anything.”

“Yea. Are you mad at me?” Nelly wanted to know.

“For what?”

“Telling him.”

“Why would I be?”

“I dunno. Maybe you might see it as me betraying you but that’s not what I did baby —”

“It’s okay baby. It’s okay,” T.I. said trying to comfort his man. “I understand. He’s your best friend and means a lot to you. I just wish he would’ve handled it better though.”

“Me too but you’re my best friend now.”

“I don’t want to replace him. You need him.”

“Try telling him that. You’re always thinking of me.”

“You’re always on my mind so it’s not that hard. Don’t you have to go kid?”

“Who you calling kid durrty?” Nelly asked as he grabbed the younger rapper and tossed him on the bed behind them. He crawled on top of his body.

“You see anyone else here shawty?” he sarcastically said as he brought his man’s face close to his and kissed him.

“Now I definitely don’t wanna leave. You see the effect you have on me?”

“I’m glad. I see your little friend is getting excited.”

“First of all,” Nelly softy laughed and started licking his earlobe. “He’s not little at all. You of all people should know that. And second, he’s always that way when he’s around you.”

“Well he’s gonna have to stay that way because we gotta go.”

“We? Where you going?”

“You’re not the only one with stuff to do today shawty. Actually you made me late for something. I really have to go. So do you.”

“I made you late?”

“You did! I love you for it though.”

“You love me?” Nelly asked innocently and like he didn’t have a clue what was going on in his life.

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

“Because I love hearing you say it. Never get tired of hearing it.”

“Well too bad. I’m not saying it anymore!”

“Fine!”

Nelly got off his man and sat on the edge of the bed. He folded his arms across his chest and pouted as T.I. got up and looked at him for a short while. The younger rapper completely ignored his as he busily got ready because he was so late. He rushed around his room looking for a belt and a pair of shoes that would go perfectly with his outfit. It was a hard choice since he had so many pairs. Nelly, still pouting, just watched the caramel colored rapper move about. He looked irresistible, as always, and Nelly wanted to take him right now. T.I. sat next to the older rapper and began putting on a brand new pair of customized Air Force Ones. After, he grabbed a hat and shades then proceeded to check himself out in the mirror. He looked good.

“You ready?” he asked as he grabbed his wallet and phone from the nightstand.

“Say it to me,” Nelly said softly.

“No.”

Nelly gathered up his things from T.I.’s room and was heading to the door. “Okay,” he said in an indifferent voice as he opened the door.

T.I. came around him and closed the door. He stared into those brown eyes that he loved so. “I love you Cornell Hayes Jr. You happy now?”

“Yes. You make me happy,” he said as they kissed.

“It’s a hard job but someone has to do it I suppose.”

“What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to find out. We’re in this together.”

“Thank you baby. For everything. You really pulled through for me when I needed you most; last night. I won’t forget that.”

“Good because you owe me one. But we’ll talk about that later. I really have to go.”

“Me too. I love you Mr. Harris.”

“I love you Nelly.”

The next weeks were extremely busy for both rappers with Nelly traveling all over the country to promote his album while T.I. was busy in the studio and some other small side projects. They hadn’t been together since he broke down after telling Murphy Lee everything. The older rapper missed having T.I. there to support and talk to him. They frequently talked on the phone late at night after their rough days but it wasn’t the same and both men knew that. Nelly worked up the nerve to call his best friend a few times since what happened but his calls were always ignored. The two of them hadn’t talked since he found out and stormed out of his life and Nelly missed him like crazy. Though they did have public appearances together with the rest of the St. Lunatics, Murphy would always disappear before he had a chance to get to him. The other members of the group were unaware of the problems the two of them were having and Nelly was glad for this because it meant that Murphy didn’t tell anyone about what he knew about his best friend.

He was at the mercy of his best friend and he didn’t want to be. This had to stop. Things shouldn’t be the way they are between them. Nelly was out of ideas on what to do about his hopeless situation and so was T.I. It was so comforting to him to talk to the younger rapper though, even if it was only by phone. His voice stabilized Nelly to no end and he loved that feeling. He craved his body but that would be next to impossible because the caramel colored rapper was set to start shooting “ATL” within the next few days. Nelly didn’t want to interrupt him because he would be so busy learning his lines and doing so many other things but he was missing him. His body and mind was missing the young rapper to an unfathomable extent. He was happy though because since his album dropped it’s been dominating the number one spot.

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All Good Things Come To An End

It was a balmy July night in Beverly Hills. That night, there was a big party and all of the major celebrities were there. Everyone from Eva Longoria and Jamie Foxx to Kobe Bryant and Gabrielle Union was there. There were also a couple of football players there as well. Reggie Bush would soon be returning to New Orleans for team mini-camps. Shawne Merriman too would have to report to San Diego for mini-camp within the upcoming week. It was actually by chance that they met each other here for the first time because in October, they would be playing against each other in London. They had bumped into each other while gathering around to listen to Jamie Foxx discussing his upcoming CD and cracking a couple of jokes in the process. Reggie and Shawne decided to go chill out on the balcony after grabbing a couple of martinis of course.

Shawne had really been intrigued by amount of work Reggie had accomplished in his rookie season. Reggie had also been intrigued by Shawne’s body of NFL work. Not to mention his actual body. He did not seem intimidating at all, contrary to his on-the-field persona. In fact, he looked like a cuddly teddy bear. While out on the balcony, the men discussed life, football, and romance. After several more martinis, they became more personal about their love lives. Shawne discussed his brief, but intense, relationship with college teammate Vernon Davis. Since then, a meaningful relationship had been hard to come by. Reggie Bush discussed his one-night stands with teammate Marques Colston, Omarion, Corban Bleu, and Warrick Dunn. Neither had been able to maintain a meaningful relationship in the NFL because of the demanding schedules. Shawne felt a deep bond with his younger friend. It seemed as though he had known Reggie forever. He was not at all the Hollywood-type that the media made him out to be. He was a charming, sensitive, down-to-earth, and sexy individual. Before he knew it, his lips were pressed tightly against Reggie’s. Shawne thought for sure that he’d made a major blunder.

To his surprise, Reggie didn’t mind. “I want you,” said Reggie seductively. That’s all Shawne needed to hear as he and Reggie hurriedly rushed back into the house to find an available room. They soon found one and both hopped onto the bed. Reggie hurriedly tried to take off his clothes, but he was fumbling. “Slow down lil’ buddy,” said Shawne calmly, “we got all the time in the world. Let me help you out with that.” Reggie felt calmed and reassured as he let Shawne pull off his shirt, belt, and pants. Shawne then took off his own shirt and pants. Reggie stared in amazement at Shawne’s massive, but sculpted, body. “Like what you see?” asked Shawne as he spied Reggie’s staring. “Hell yeah!” “Come get it then,” said Shawne aggressively. “I like a challenge,” Reggie retorted. He peeled down Shawne’s boxers and engulfed his throbbing pole.

Shawne’s 9 inches went straight to the back of Reggie’s throat, causing him to gag a little. Shawne was working it out in Reggie’s mouth and stroking Reggie’s head. Shawne had not feel this much pleasure since his days with Vernon Davis. Reggie stared into his eyes, becoming more in sync with this man that he had just met. Reggie began massaging Shawne’s balls and this sent him over the edge. Load after load exploded from Shawne into Reggie’s mouth. He swallowed every last drop, as if on command.

“Lay on your back so daddy can please you,” Shawne said in an LL-type voice. Reggie laid down and opened his legs. Shawne teased Reggie’s anal hole before plunging his tongue inside. Reggie’s body tingled at first because it had been a while since he had this done to him. Shawne worked his tongue deeper and began to swirl it around. Reggie began to get aroused and began stroking his cock. Moaning and groaning began to fill the room. Both men knew that the party was probably still going on but at that moment they didn’t care. Reggie began to push his booty back onto Shawne’s tongue. “Yeah, that’s it. Push back on it.” Reggie had reached a point of no return and he spewed all over his stomach and pubic hair. Shawne withdrew his tongue and unexpectedly flipped Reggie onto his stomach.

He smacked Reggie’s booty cheeks muttering, “Make that booty talk,” and kissed his booty before preparing for launch. He pushed his pole into Reggie who shuddered and wimpered at having such a large object inside of him. “Calm down, Imma make this as easy as possible for you.” Shawne stopped his intrusion and began planting kisses on Reggie’s back and neck. After five intense minutes of this, Reggie wiggled his booty indicating to Shawne that he was ready to continue. Now Shawne was fully inside Reggie and he began pounding him. Shawne pushed Reggie’s back down so that his face was down in the pillow and his ass was up in the air taking the pounding. He had to wrap his hands around Reggie’s waist to keep grip. The hot, passionate atmosphere was getting to both men. They were both dripping wet with sweat and this only fueled their sexual drives more. Reggie was in a euphoric state, despite being ravaged by a 9 inch destroyer. Shawne pulled Reggie up and began nibbling and sucking on his neck, leaving a hicky. He began a couple more thrusts into Reggie before he exploded inside of him once again. Reggie felt warm and tingly inside. He had not felt this good in a long time. Sadly, he knew it would be the last time. Shawne, too, knew this inescapable fact. So, for the rest of the night, they held each other closely, never letting go.

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Nelly quickly paced through the hotel, both because he was running late and he didn’t want to be recognized by anyone, to his limo. The limo ride back to his hotel garnered a call from Murphy, checking to make sure that they were still on for tonight. Showering and getting redressed took him shorter than usual to conserve time. He didn’t want to take off T.I.’s clothes because he felt so good in them but it would look weird on him if he went out to a public place wearing his man’s clothes. People would definitely notice it because they were so small on him. His best friend was already waiting for him at a different recording studio than he used to record his album in the heart of Los Angeles as the limo made its way there. He already missed T.I. as he reached for his phone and looked through his phonebook. He dialed the number of his love.

“Hey Tip baby,” he sweetly said.

“Hey you. Missed me already?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You at your room now?”

“Nah. In the limo almost to the studio. When you gonna be leaving to go record tonight?”

“In a few hours. Why?”

“I wanted to come through again.”

“Baby we can’t. You know you could get caught plus I’m not sure when I’m gonna get out.”

“Tell that to my heart. My brain understands that just fine but my heart is a different story.”

“Well tell your heart that they next time we’re together I’ll find some way to make it up to him.”

“You already did that by taking me back. He’s happy now and just missing you.”

“He’s always missing me. I do love him though. And the body he’s attached too.”

“I love you too. I just called you to let you know that I was thinking of you and that I missed you.”

“You’re a sweet guy Cornell. Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you.”

“I won’t and it’s all for you baby.”

“Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll always be the man I know and fell in love with.”

“What? Why did you just say that?”

“Just promise me.”

“Okay. I promise baby,” Nelly said, slightly confused.

“I just want you to be at your best always and I know that when you’re with me you are.”

“That’s true. This is one promise I intend to keep.”

“I believe you. You’re a special man Cornell. You’re my special man.”

“Say my name again.”

“Why?”

“I just love my name on your lips.”

“You’ve had enough of my lips all over your body baby.”

“Yea. Well I’ll hit you back later before I become tempted to skip this recording session and pay you another visit.”

“Okay. Peace shawty.”

“One.”

The two rappers reluctantly hung up as a warm feeling overcame Nelly. It was like nothing else mattered in the world but his love for the caramel colored rapper. The limo was on a steady path to its destination as the sun started to set on the horizon. The bold color created by this effect made the older rapper feel even calmer than before. As he was looking through his phone, his mother ran on his mind so he decided to call her. He dialed the number, switched it to speakerphone, and placed it next to him on the seat as he rested his head back and stared up at the limo’s black ceiling.

“Hello?” he heard his mom ask a she voice filled the back of the limo.

“Hi mom. It’s me.”

“Hey baby! How are you?”

“A lot better mom. A lot better,” he trailed off.

“And why is that?”

“I dunno. I just am I guess.”

“Cornell Hayes Jr. why are you lying to your mother? You know I know you better than you know yourself baby boy.”

“I know. I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s okay. I won’t force you. You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

“Thanks mom. You’re always there for me.”

“It is my job after all.”

“Yea. So how are you?”

“I’m fine. A little stressed. I need a vacation.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Cornell, are you sure there isn’t something you want to tell me son?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Just checking. I don’t ever want anything bad to happen to you baby boy.”

“I know. Listen, I have to go.”

“What are you up to?”

“Recording with Murphy tonight. I’m almost at the studio now.”

“That’s good son. Give him a hug for me would you? I miss him.”

“No problem. I love you mom.”

“I love you too son. Behave yourself!”

“I always do.”

“I’m so sure. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Sure mom. Bye.”

“Bye.”

No sooner did he hang up did the limo pull up to a recording studio that he had never used before. The talented rapper tipped the driver, asked the receptionist which studio his best friend was using, and quickly made his way to the elevator and up to the second floor. Before he entered the studio his phone vibrated in his pocket, signifying that he just received a text message. It was from T.I. and said “I miss you. I love you.” The message was short but it meant everything to Nelly. It meant so much to him that he replayed the six words over and over again in his mind. They resonated within him as he replied back with basically the same words of love to his man. After stuffing his phone back in his pocket he went into the studio.

“About damn time man,” Murphy said as he stopped talking to a producer and came up to his best friend.

“Sorry man. I got caught up in something,” he said as he hugged his best friend tightly.

“What was that for?”

“It’s from my mom. She misses you but I don’t know why.”

“Shut up nigga! So where were you?”

“I just had to do something. Come on let’s get started.”

“Why won’t you tell me what it is?”

“Because it’s not important,” Nelly lied to his best friend.

“You always do that. You say shit’s not important but you know that’s a damn lie. Why have you been acting like this?” Murphy asked, trying to hold back his anger. He looked his best friend in the eyes. “Cornell talk to me!”

That hurt Nelly. He wanted to tell him everything but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Can we not do this now man?”

“Whatever Cornell. Let’s get to work.”

“If you say so.”

Though it looked like they would, they didn’t let the conversation that just took place interfere with their work. Nelly’s mind was constantly on T.I. and hurting Murphy but he had to force himself not to think about them because he was sure that it would have affected his work. Though they were being professional throughout the session, he felt the chilliness emanating from his friend. Murphy was upset because he and Cornell always fought over the same thing. It was hard for them both.

The recording session was successful as Nelly, Murphy, and the two producers laced five tracks that they all knew would be instant hits. Murphy lightened up a little during recording but Nelly still felt awful about the whole situation. It was close to three in the morning when they all decided to call it a night. The two producers left shortly after that as Murphy grabbed his leather jacket and put it on. Both men had not said a thing to each other and Nelly had enough of this. He was about to leave, without saying anything to his best friend, until the older rapper grabbed his arm and he turned around.

“Can we talk?” he asked his best friend sincerely.

“What about?”

“Let’s go back to my place.”

Murphy silently agreed as they walked out of the studio and into the awaiting limo. The Los Angeles air was crisp as the limo sped off to the hotel where Nelly was staying at. He was nervous and nothing was said during the ride. He had to fix this problem somehow but he didn’t know what to do. Nothing was said in the elevator either and Nelly reached for his wallet to get his keycard. Murphy was worried about his friend because in all the time he has known Nelly, he never heard such concern in his voice as he did when he was about to leave the studio earlier.

“You want something to drink man?” he asked from the kitchen.

“I’m good. What is it?”

“Let’s go sit in the dining room.”

“Okay,” Murphy said as he followed Nelly into the dining room. He took a seat directly across from his best friend.

“What is it Cornell? You have me worried now.”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. I just don’t want us to have the same argument over and over.”

“I don’t either but I don’t know what to think about you anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since the tour started you’ve been different. You never have time for anything anymore. You’re always disappearing—”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”

“You always say that Cornell. We don’t click like we used to.”

“I’m sorry. It’s jus—”

“There are only so many times you can say sorry before it starts to lose its value you know.”

“What do you want from me?”

“The truth! Why have things been like this between us for the past couple of months?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said you wanted to talk to me. You backing out again?”

“I just wanted us to be okay again. You know that you’re my best friend.”

“So why don’t you act like it every once in a while?”

“I’m trying my best man. Cut me som—”

“Try harder!” Murphy said harshly.

“Why are you being so cold?”

“You’re one to talk. Let me see. Since the beginning of the tour until right now how many times have we hung out? And how many times have you disappeared on me?”

“I’ve just had a lot of things to do lately.”

“So you say but when I ask you what these `things’ are, you never have an answer.”

“Because I wasn’t ready to say anything. I can’t lose your friendship. It means a lot to me.”

“Why are you talking like this? What’s going on with you?” Murphy questioned his friend in a concerned voice.

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t want to lose me then why are you keeping things from me? Cornell I love this friendship. You’re my brother!”

“And you’re mine too.”

“So why all the secrets?”

“I don’t have any secrets.”

“You’re lying to me! Stop denying it!”

“Listen to me, I do have something to tell you but I don’t know how to.”

“What is it? Just say it.”

“It’s not that simple,” Nelly nervously said. He didn’t want to do this right now, or ever for that matter.

“Cornell stop it! What’s wrong?”

“I, uh—”

“Just say it. You can trust me. You know that.”

“I found someone okay!” Nelly said, getting a little loud. “I’m in love.”

“What?” Murphy asked, taken aback. “What was so hard about that?”

“It’s complicated. I—”

“Am I missing something here?”

“I don’t know how to say it.”

“You say that one more time and I’m going to hit your ass. Who is she? Do I know her?”

Nelly swallowed hard. This was it. “You don’t know her because it’s not a her,” he trailed off.

“What?” he stumbled over his words.

There was a long pause. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“No. And I don’t think you do either.”

“No! I do understand! I found someone who I want to be with and it’s a man.”

“What the fuck? Where are the cameras because I know I’m being punk’d right now!”

“Calm down. It’s not like that.”

“How can you ask me to calm down? You’re fucking gay?” he asked incredulously.

“Um—”

“Oh my God! It’s true. It’s fucking true. You’re a fag?”

“Don’t call me that! Please calm down.”

“It’s what you are isn’t it? You’re kidding me right? You’ve fucking got to be joking.”

“Listen to me. It’s not a joke okay. I am in love!”

“You’re fucking gay! That’s not love! It’s nasty! Who is it huh?”

That stung Nelly. He was hurt and knew this was a bad idea now. “I can’t say. At least not yet.”

“I don’t believe this shit. My fucking best friend is a homo!”

“Just calm down and I’ll explain everything.”

“No!” Murphy Lee said as he got up from the chair. “I don’t want to hear this bullshit! I’m out of here!”

“Don’t go man. I need you. You’re the only person I’ve told. You’re supposed to be my best friend!” Nelly said, getting angry.

“Fuck you! You lied to me all this time and now you wanna play the best friend card? That shit’s gone now.”

He started walking towards the door as Nelly followed him. “Stop overreacting. Just chill and talk to me.”

“Fuck you! You fucking faggot. I don’t know you anymore!”

Murphy stormed out of the suite and slammed the door behind him as Nelly stood there in a complete state of anguish and shock over what just happened. His best friend just hurt him bad and he didn’t know what to do. It felt like his knees were going to give way underneath him and he quickly walked to the door and leaned on it to keep himself up. This wasn’t happening to him right now. It was all a dream, or rather a nightmare. He needed support right now. He needed T.I. to be his support system because he didn’t think he could get through this night being alone. After calling for the limo, he grabbed a jacket and a hat and raced down to it. He told the driver what hotel T.I. was staying at and they were on their way. Nelly easily made his was up the hotel and to where his man’s room was and hesitated before knocking. Anyone could tell by looking at him that he was upset and hurt. T.I. stirred at the loud knock that echoed throughout his room and was startled awake by the second one. He was in a light sleep because he’d only returned from the studio a short while ago. He quickly grabbed a robe as he made his way to the door.

“Baby? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?”

Nelly’s exhausted body fell on top of his man’s as T.I. did the best he could to support the older rapper while keeping himself from falling. He wrapped his arms around the older man and they stayed there for a while. “I need you,” he managed to say in a severely weakened voice.

T.I. was able to get himself and his man into the room and on the couch, where he rested him. He was worried as he went back and closed his door and then went to make some tea for the older man in his life. Nelly rested on the sofa, still in a dazed and weakened state. This was all a dream. Or at least he really wanted it to be. After T.I. prepared some tea, he set it on the glass table and sat next to his man. He didn’t know what to think right about now as Nelly began stirring next to him. Seeing T.I. right next to him, he lifted his head and rested it on his man’s lap. T.I. had enough of this.

“I made you some tea baby.”

Nelly slowly sat up and took the hot cup from the table and sipped it as T.I. watched him intently. “Thanks. Don’t look at me like that. I’m okay.”

“I’m so worried about you Cornell. What happened? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Not really. I just got back from the studio a few minutes ago but I don’t care about that. I care about you now are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?”

“Do you love me?”

“You know I do. Why are you even asking me that?”

“I fucked up!”

“What? What did you do?”

“Murphy hates me baby. I lost my best friend,” Nelly fought back the tears, put the tea down, and rested his head back on the younger man’s lap.

“Why? I thought you two were working together tonight?”

“We did. I got there kinda late and we got into an argument about where I was and what I was doing again.”

“So it’s over me again?” T.I. said in a distracted voice.

“No. It was my choice to spend time with you and I don’t regret it.”

“But if you didn’t stay with me then this wouldn’t be happening. I’m sure he’ll cool off and you two will work it out baby.”

“That’s not the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was tired of all the fights over the same shit.”

“What are you saying here?”

“I told him what he wanted to know baby. He asked where I kept disappearing to on the tour and why I didn’t spend any time with him so I told him. I felt it was about time to be honest with him.”

“Why did you do that baby?”

“He’s my best friend and I really hated lying to him all the time like that. He’s like my brother.”

“I understand that. What exactly did you say to him?”

“He accused me of keeping secrets and at first I was scared to tell him anything but then I just said that I was in love with a man,” he said as he recalled the moment.

“Baby you’re shaking,” T.I. noticed.

`I’m scared. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always imagined that when I told him about me that he would be a little upset but he would accept me because of how close our bond was. But now that’s gone and I don’t know what to do. I’m drained.”

“You told him about me too?”

“No. I just told him that I was in love with another man. It wasn’t my place to out you like that.”

“So what happened?”

“He went on a rampage. He yelled at me and called me all these names.”

“Like what?”

“A liar. A homo. A faggot. The he basically said he didn’t want to be my friend anymore and stormed out. I lost him.”

“That was rough. Why did he act like that when he’s supposed to be your best friend?”

“I don’t know but that’s what hurt the most. Before you, he was the only one who knew me as well as I knew myself. I don’t know what to think or do anymore.”

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I thought being honest about my relationship with you would only make my friendship with him stronger. Guess I was a fucking idiot huh?”

“Don’t say that. You thought it was the right thing to do.”

“I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Why can’t he see how happy you make me?”

“He’s just set in his ways I guess. I’m worried though.”

“About what?”

“What if he goes to the press? What if he tells everyone? You’ll be finished.”

Nelly let a tear slide down his face and crash onto T.I.’s robe. “I can’t think about that right now. I can’t manage with it all baby. I’m falling apart here. Why did he do this to me?”

“Maybe it was just a reaction. He wasn’t expecting it and reacted the first way he knew how.”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s go on the bed. You’ll have more space to relax there.”

The slowly walked to T.I.’s large bed. “What am I going to do baby?”

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know,” he said as they settled into the bed. T.I. went and fetched two aspirin to numb out the pain of Nelly’s headache though he knew it was far worse than a simple headache.

“Why is this so hard? Why is what we have so wrong?”

“People have closed minds. I can’t speak for them. I can only speak for me and I know what I feel for you Cornell. What we have together is the best thing in my life.”

“Yea. I feel it too. I felt it since we first met in the recording studio that night. I just didn’t want to accept it. You’re made for me Tip. There’ll be no one else for me.”

“This has to work out. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Why would he do something like that to you?”

“I don’t know. I miss him already. I wonder what he’s doing right now.”

“Probably trying to come to terms with what you just told him,” T.I. said as he leaned back so Nelly could rest his head on his chest. The steady rise and fall of the younger rapper’s chest with every breathe he took was greatly helping in calming Nelly down. “He just needs time I think baby. He was caught off guard by it.”

“I’m fucking stupid for thinking that he would be cool with me. I just really wanted him to be though.”

“You couldn’t have known that he would lash out at you the way he did.”

“Maybe I deserve it,” Nelly said as he yawned.

“Why do you say that?”

“Maybe I’m not meant to be happy.”

“Stop it okay! We’ll get through this together and move on with or without him.”

“I don’t want to. He’s my brother. I can’t leave him,” Nelly said as vision started becoming blurry.

“I don’t want you to either but he has to accept what you are baby. He has to accept you. I don’t know why he blew up on you like that and I can only imagine how much that hurt you. I’m sorry about that. When I opened the door and saw the look on your face, my heart stopped. I knew something was wrong with you. And I got even more scared when you fell on top of me. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you. Cornell?”

T.I. shifted his body to see his man asleep on his chest. Nelly’s body was exhausted both physically and mentally and it showed. He did look like he reached a state of tranquility in his sleep though as T.I. replaced his body with a pillow. He stirred slightly and fixed his lips like a cute little boy’s because of the sudden movement. He looked so cute; the caramel colored rapper though, as he got up, took his robe off, turned off the lights, and hopped back into bed next to his man. Their warm bodies pressed together as T.I. covered them with the blanket. This was unfair to Nelly and he didn’t deserve to be treated like that, T.I. thought. He wanted desperately to help his man, to have him smile again, but he didn’t know what to do. His index finger ran along the older rapper’s smooth face, jaw, and forehead.

“Relax baby. Just rest. I’m here. You’ll always have me and we’ll get through this together. I love you so much and no one’s ever going to change that.” T.I. said as he softly kissed his check.

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Love in this Studio?

He entered and was not surprised that only T.I. was there. “About damn time,” said T.I. who slowly got up from his chair and approached the young singer. “I’m sorry,” said Lloyd. “We got work to do,” said T.I. playfully. He then grabbed the back of Lloyd’s head and embraced him in a deep kiss. “I’m sorry I took so long, but it took a while for me to get ready.” “It’s cool, shawty. I like a man that can keep after himself. It was definitely worth the wait cuz you lookin hella hot right now.” “Thank you,” said Lloyd meekly. “You need to stop acting so damn shy cuz you know you aint. You know you a freak. You know you want it,” said T.I. aggressively. “That’s true, but I’m your freak. Your one and only.” “I know, now like I said earlier, we got business to take care of,” T.I. said seductively. “My pleasure,” said Lloyd sensually as he kissed T.I.’s supple lips. As they kissed, T.I. stripped Lloyd out of his damp leather jacket and threw it to the floor. He then began caressing Lloyd’s back before moving down to his round, plump booty. Feeling his nature beginning to rise, he flipped Lloyd around and began grinding on his booty. “Mmm,” was all Lloyd could utter as he was being pleasured by his caramel skinned man. “Yeah, get it shawty. Clap that ass boi,” T.I. muttered. This continued on for a couple of minutes. T.I. then threw his young lover on the couch and quickly pulled down his own jeans and boxers. “Pucker up, shawty,” he said with a huge grin on his face.

Lloyd obediently obliged and took in all 8 inches of TI’s pulsating cock. The first time he had done this, he had been unable to get even half of it in his mouth. Now, however, he was a pro at it. The more he sucked, the more aggressive TI got. He bounced back and was essentially fucking Lloyd’s face. After about fifteen minutes of this, TI was ready for round two. He pulled out of Lloyd’s mouth and spun him around. He spanked Lloyd’s chocolate buns a few times before inserting his tongue between them into Lloyd’s pleasure zone. All Lloyd could do was moan uncontrollably. TI worked his tongue deep into Lloyd, then began long stroking in and out. This sent shivers all throughout his body. Lloyd was in heaven, but his moment of bliss was interrupted. “You ready to ride playboy?” TI inquired in his sexiest voice. “Hell yeah baby,” said Lloyd. Both men moved into the recording booth for round three.

Lloyd was so glad that TI had come up with this idea of sneaking up to the studio for some love making. They had been doing this for about a month now, but every time seemed different. “Ay shawty, imma build up slow then work it out. Hope you ready.” “I’m ready,” proclaimed Lloyd. TI’s dirty talk drove him wild. TI licked his two middle fingers and rubbed them around Lloyd’s anus. He then inserted his soldier into Lloyd’s hot flesh. At first, Lloyd’s body wildly spasmed, so TI had to hold him down with both hands. Soon, Lloyd got used to the feeling and told TI to proceed. True to his word, TI built up slowly but soon began pounding into Lloyd. Pain soon turned into pleasure as Lloyd began expressing his satisfaction into the mic. This only made TI more aroused and made him go harder and deeper. “Aw yes daddy. Give it to me. Make me yours. Make me submit. Awww.” TI’s mind was lost in the satisfaction he was feeling. No other man had made him feel as good as this. Lloyd knew just what to say to make him feel like a man. This was something that Sammie, Young Dro, and BG just couldn’t do. As he was reaching his climax, Lloyd aggressively began pushing back on his dick. TI then put his arms around Lloyd and released load after load of sticky juice. The breathing of both men began to calm. The two men then went back to the couch and gathered their clothes. “I love you Tip,” Lloyd said. “I know you do,” TI said smoothly as he moved in for another kiss.