He'd been awake for thirty minutes before he actually decided to get up. He wanted to savor the feeling of being in the warm caress of his sleeping partner. A small ray of sunlight shone through the curtains and streamed across his body, at an angle, which topped off the perfect morning setting. He finally built up the strength to let go of his lackadaisical bliss, and lifted his head. Berg didn't stir, but remained in his deep slumber. Lloyd sat to an upright position at the edge of the bed. After taking time to stretch, he went to the bathroom.
Leaving everything behind him on the floor, he turned on the shower and got in. The water splashed down on his body, and pulled him out of his tire completely. As he stood and let himself adjust to the temperature, he began to think. He'd been with Yung Berg since three days prior when he had his appearance on 106 and park, but somehow the conversation he'd been wanting to have with him since that day hadn't come up. He figured he'd have to bring it up eventually but didn't want to mess things up this close to his birthday. However, despite when he was going to do it, he knew it was inevitable. Just as he'd began to pour a liquid body wash down himself, Berg knocked at the door.
"So you just gon' come in here like that without inviting me?" asked Yung Berg, with a laugh. Lloyd, completely exposed, smiled at him in return. Berg walked up to him and grabbed him with one hand around the waist. Lloyd leaned toward him, dripping small drops of water onto his t-shirt which was the only thing he was wearing aside from his boxers. "So you comin' in or what?" asked Lloyd, followed by a kiss. With a smirk Berg replied, "Sorry Mr. Polite my people just gave me a call, and Im'a have to get on up out of here, but I'll be back before Saturday. No stress" Slightly let down, Lloyd put his emotions to the side and quickly retorted, "'iight cool Christian. It's all good. I got a lil' bit of shopping to do anyway. You know, with the b-day around the corner and all"
"Cool!" said Yung Berg, in an almost relieved manner. "Well it look like im gon' be hoppin' in the shower at Tanzie's" he said, referring to one of his 'entourage' members on his way out of the bathroom, " 'Cuz you know she got all my essentials," "Do me a favor lil' daddy," said Lloyd. Berg looked back into the door. "Close the door for me," Lloyd finished. With a quick slight shrug, he did so and Lloyd continued his shower, alone.
By the time he emerged from the bathroom, bathed and redressed in fresh underwear and tank top, Yung Berg was gone. He proceeded to finish readying himself as his usual string of calls began to come in.
It had been officially two days since he had seen or heard from Berg; and it was his 23rd birthday. Practically everyone Lloyd knew had wished him a happy birthday, but him. Even worse, half of his birthday and half of his plans were already gone because it was 12 noon. He was currently treating himself to his own birthday present, which was another tattoo on his arm. With about ten minutes left before was to leave the tattoo shop, he received a call; but this time, on his personal line. "Hello," he answered puzzled as to who the strange number was. "What up lil' dude. You know I couldn't forget to say happy birthday to my main man Ladi," said the familiar voice. "Wayne! What's good man?" said Lloyd in surprise. "I heard you was in Atlanta, and i'm here too so my thinking was that I should stop through ya' party tonight," said Lil Wayne on the phone. "Oh, ok ok, that's wassup. Well then let me just hook you up with the information and all that," replied Lloyd. In such surprise, he was almost distracted from his worry about Y.B.
Several hours later amongst blaring lights, blasting music, and hordes of fans, family, and friends he was enjoying his celebration which was well under way. He was dressed completely in white, with a fitted cap to match and looked for the most part festive. About halfway through the party, his surprise cake was rolled out and everyone began a chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU," Elated he smiled as they sung to him, and stepped forward on the stage to blow out his one large candle. Into the microphone he spoke, "Now I know usually you ain't supposed to do this, but I wanna say my wish out loud. I'm gon' wish that everybody in here feel just as good as I do right now, ALL year," However, this was not completely true. He still felt tense; definitely due to Yung Berg's absence and the fact that he hadn't even heard from him.
It was about midnight when Lil Wayne approached him "Where you headed after this party?" he asked, half shouting against the loud environment. "Probably to get something to eat and back to my hotel eventually. I gotta leave for LA in the morning," said Lloyd. "Why don't you come by my crib for a minute? You know I got a place down here I stay in when im here," replied Wayne. "Ok, that's cool with me," said Lloyd. He'd planned on leaving soon, so he left with him after telling Nic to take the limo back to the hotel with everyone else he arrived with.
In a strange turn of events, before he'd arrived he fell asleep in the back of the car they were riding in, as a result of his partying tire and also drinking. "He too beat to be going anywhere. I'll just hook back up with him later," said Wayne taking notice. Then, he ordered the driver to take them back to Lloyd's hotel.
When they arrived, Wayne tried to wake him up and help get him into the hotel, to no success. To get assistance, he called down Nic, who immediately came to help. They soon got him up to his room and onto his bed, where he almost immediately fell asleep. Afterward his phone vibrated, but he didnt check it. Only minutes after he was asleep again, in walked Yung Berg holding a large bag which he sat by the front door.
Without even as much as a 'hi', he began to undress and rolled Lloyd over on his back which woke him up. "Wassup baby," said Berg, quickly kissing him. "What you… mean," said Lloyd in slurred words. "I'm here. You didn't think I forgot, did you?" said Berg, down to his pants and socks now, still kissing Lloyd's chest and neck. "You missed the party. I wanted you there," he replied slowly. "But I'm here now…. and about to show you exactly why you save the best for last," said Yung Berg. "No, dude…. You wasn't there," said Lloyd, still slurring his words and resisting Berg's tugging at his clothes. "What you mean no? I'm what you wanted right? You just drunk," Berg shot back. "Not like this," said Lloyd, but finally just giving in.
Not nearly as excited as he would normally be, Lloyd undressed completely and began to kiss him back. "Yea that's more like it," Berg droned. He turned him over. "Let me get that ass birthday boy," He then spread his ass open and began to tongue him slowly. Resisting the urge to give in to the pleasure, Lloyd grasped his pillow. Berg plunged his face deeper, swirling his wet tongue in his ass and now stroking his long hard dick simultaneously. He switched positions, laying on his back so Lloyd could bring himself down to his face. He continued to lick him, and inserted one finger while doing so. "Yea, you like daddy tongue don't you?" he asked him. He began to suck his ass now. Practically fucking him with his tongue, he made sure to keep him wet. He thrust his finger in and out yet again before turning him over once more.
He got on his knees behind him and, after putting on a condom, slapped his ass a few times then proceeded to put it in him. Grasping his round soft ass, he forced his dick in and held it there for a moment. "What you like?" he asked Lloyd. He squeezed his ass cheek and asked him once more, "You like that dick, don't you," "Damn, man! Yea," said Lloyd. "I know you do," said Yung Berg fucking him at a steady pace. As his thick cock went in and out, Lloyd pushed his ass harder and faster into him. "Ok, somebody tryin' to step it up for they birthday," said Yung Berg steadily keeping up with him. He speeded up his pace and was slapping into him roughly. "Take that dick, boy," he said, taking control of the situation. Every thrust seemingly more pleasurable than the last, Lloyd moaned in pleasure.
To his absolute displeasure, after what only seemed to be ten minutes of intense sex, Berg began to slow down. "Hate to take a shortcut, but I gotta make this a quick trip baby," he said to Lloyd. "Are.. you.. serious?" said Lloyd, his voice skipping a beat every time Berg rammed his dick into him, "Damn, yea this shit feel good but… Serious as… FUCK!" said Yung Berg, beginning to cum.
He pulled out after climaxing and removed his condom. He then went to gather his clothes. "So you just gon' leave?" asked Lloyd. "I told you baby, I gotsta be out!" he said in return.
Almost shocked at the idea of being walked out on, Lloyd spoke no more. "Should've brought home a damn groupie or two," he thought to himself. Left with nothing to do, he grabbed his phone. As it happened, the vibration from earlier was a text message. This one, being from "Lil Wayne" as it said in his contacts. It read:
U owe me a nite out, fam
Weezy
"I think Im'a take you up on that one sooner than later," he said to himself. He then went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
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