T.I. sensually crawled on top of his man and began kissing him, lightly at first. Nelly gently caressed his shoulders and back as he did his work. He knew the night wasn’t over by a long-shot and it was quickly going on record as being one his favorite and most treasured ones. Nelly invited T.I.’s tongue into his welcoming mouth and they sinfully danced upon each other, which instantly got him hot and bothered. T.I. was the best kisser he ever experienced. He knew all these motions and maneuvers with his tongue and lips that kept him guessing and he liked that. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was one of Nelly’s most favorite tastes in the world. He never thought he’d like being dominated but when T.I. did it to him, it was just too damn sexy to refuse. The younger rapper had skills, he had to admit…

Nelly moved back in for the lips that he missed. T.I. rested both arms on his shoulders as Nelly’s were wrapped around his waist. Together, they created a puddle of water on the floor but neither cared as they were lost in each other. The elevator door opened and Nelly led T.I. out of it, not breaking the kiss. They carefully walked to the door with their tongues still dancing on each other’s. T.I. felt Nelly go into his back pocket and retrieve the keycard. While still caught up in their make-out session, Nelly swiped it and kicked the door open. He wrapped his arms around T.I., dropped the keycard on the floor, and kicked the door shut. T.I. pressed him against the door and rested his hands on his lover’s hips. Nelly went down to his neck…

He began the third song, a bit exhausted, but loving every minute of it. He put everything he had into this album so it was only fair that he do the same for the show. About half way into the song, Nelly glanced over to the entrance of the club and saw more people coming in, some of them soaking wet. His heart stopped just about completely and he almost lost his concentration when he saw T.I. walking in among them, apparently by himself. He was wet but not as much as the others and he had a pair of blue baggy jeans and a polo shirt, his signature style, on. Nelly kept staring intently at him out of the corner of his eye and suddenly wanted the song to be over. Why was he here? What did it mean?…

Once he was back in L.A., he checked into the hotel and just fell on top of his bed. He was more tired than he thought he’d be. His hopes of heading to the recording studio tonight just went up in smoke. After making plans to start recording again tomorrow, he ordered dinner and called Murphy, who said he’d be in L.A. the following day. Deciding that he wasn’t in the mood to hit a club tonight, he just stayed in his room and relaxed himself. A little before eleven, he came up with some lyrics for a couple more songs. After that, he jumped in the shower and got ready for bed…

Nelly opened his eyes to find himself on a deserted street, the rain pouring down and crashing onto his umbrella unmercifully. He wondered where he was and what he was doing here. He walked, the rain creating large puddles in the street, down the dark street looking for someone, anyone that could tell him what was going on. While walking he felt a slight brush against his shoulder but when he looked around him, he saw nothing. He was confused because he knew he felt something against him but there was no one…

The warm air and sunshine streamed into the house and Nelly began to feel it on his face. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was a couple of minutes after nine. He rested in bed for a while longer, staring at the ceiling, before getting up to brush his teeth and shower. He felt relaxed and safe here as he started remembering the conversation he and his mother had last night. It felt good for him to get some things off his chest and he took in all of his mother’s advice because she was right. He couldn’t give up on what he wanted and had to fight with everything he had to get it back…

The morning air was crisp as the sun began to rise and shine in on Nelly’s room through the balcony. He stayed up late last night thinking about everything that was said, all the raw emotions involved, and the sweetest kiss he ever had, even with T.I. The kiss was very special because Nelly never experienced anything like it before and he was sure that T.I. felt the exact same way. It was passionate but it wasn’t linked to sex in any way. It just felt so right! Not to long after the sun came gleaming into his room did he start stirring and rousing around in his bed…

He clenched the link tightly in his hand as he laid back down on his bed. He expected this to hurt but he didn’t think it would hurt this much. Like Nelly, he kept replaying the breakup in his head over and over again until all the words started to become meaningless to him. His body was still numb from all the pain it just received as he looked outside the balcony to the snowy view of New York City. He already missed Nelly like crazy. He missed his lips, the way he smelled, his strong arms holding him, and most importantly all the love he showered him with. This is unbearable, he thought, as he tried to clear his troubled mind and fall asleep…

Unaware of the time, he was still sitting in front of T.I.’s door. He looked out a large window on the floor and saw that it had began to snow lightly. He was tired and hungry. Where was he? Why was he taking so long? What was he doing? Many questions raced through Nelly’s mind as he sat there and waited for what seemed like an eternity. He started to feel lightheaded once again when he heard a bell sound and the elevator door open. T.I. stepped out, busily talking on his phone as he made his way to his room. He was unaware of Nelly until he was a couple of feet away from the door. He looked at him.

Zac drove away from Corbin’s house totally satisfied. His mind raced as he drove away. He didn’t have much on his agenda for the day. His agent wanted him to come into his office and sign a few papers, but that could wait. He stopped at a traffic light and looked down at his crotch. `God did Corbin’s ass feel goodÉ he really loves it too. I wonder what that feels like?’ Zac reached under his seat and felt his asshole through his shorts. He pushed a little bit. `Eh, that didn’t feel good, I don’t get it. Corbs must really be gay.’ Zac laughed at himself and drove away towards his house when the light turned green…