Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 4

Silence. Absolute silence was the only thing within the room other than Lloyd himself. He had returned to his Atlanta home for a short vacation, and had plans on taking some studio time soon. At the current moment, he was deep in thought. Thinking about how exactly he should approach his situation with Yung Berg. He wanted him, that was for sure. But recently, he wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual. Before, he thought he only desired to hook up with guys on occasion. But now this was who he wanted to be. This was the life he wanted to live; and he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to be with more than Yung Berg. He’d fallen in love with him, but he was sure the feeling wasn’t mutual. He was almost certain that Yung Berg only saw him as a sex buddy now. However, Lloyd’s feelings weren’t new. He’d always had a lingering desire for him, but never imagined the situation would come out like this if he acted on it. Everything was happening so fast. For an instant, he thought of just casting him aside and moving on with his own life. He erased the thought immediately. Although he quickly jumped into this, he planned on staying in it as long as he could. This was a serious situation for him, and all he wanted right now was some clarity.
After about a solid hour or so, he turn on the TV to break the silence. At the same time he turned on his phone. His personal line, of course. A typical stream of missed text messages came through. None, however, from the one person he was waiting to receive one from. He had only a few voicemails so he took time to check them.

The first was from his friend ,and assistant, Nic. “Yo, you know who it is. I know you taking some time to unwind by yourself and whatnot; Nothing major, just call me when you get a chance, bro. a’ight,” In anticipation for the voice he so longed to hear, he saved it and moved on. “Aye yo young’n. This Wayne. Hit me back playa,” said Lil Wayne in the second message. This took his mind off of Yung Berg immediately. His turned his attention to calling Wayne back right away. As the phone rang, he began to feel a little more relaxed. After what seemed like no time at all, he answered. “What’s good li’l dude,” Wayne greeted him. “Wassup man, I ain’t even doing too much of nothing. Just trying to come down for a while before I get back to work,” replied Lloyd, making his way for the kitchen. “So I take you free, is what you saying, right?” asked Wayne. “Pretty much, for the next two days or so,” “Well since I make my schedule, I’m coming to get you, today. I told you, you owe me a night out; but I kinda feel like making it more like a day. We can go by my place, and you know it’s about a million things to do over there,” “I’m with it, but I’m sure I can drive there,” “All it takes is one call from just about anybody and you’ll be gone faster than it takes you to get here in the first place. I’m your ride, you ain’t disappearing on me this time ha ha,” Wayne said in a sarcastic voice. “That’s cool too! Just me, my boy Wayne, and yo’ people,” said Lloyd. “Yeah, so I got somebody coming for you now,” he replied. “How’d you know where I was?” Lloyd asked. “I know people. Just go ‘head and get yourself ready man,” said Lil Wayne before hanging up. Lloyd grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and proceeded to get himself together.

In an hour’s time he was prepared to leave, as his ride pulled up outside the house. After taking time to say goodbye to him mother and cousin, he left the house. Wearing only a cavalli jacket, sun glasses, and a cap to keep a low profile, he went to the truck and got in the back. After a quick greeting with the driver, he got relaxed and put on some music. It was very unusual for him to listen to his own music, but for some reason there was one particular song he wanted to hear. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the smooth ride.

“I’mma catch you in the shower while you dripping wet..” played the song from his most recent album, in his ears as he began to drift into his imagination. “Rub your till you dry, put your body on the counter. You gone say Do that daddy…” the song continued. He was envisioning himself back at the Bahamas, which was a place he loved to visit. He felt completely at ease. He was so deep into the feeling, it almost felt real to him. He sat in the cool, tranquil waters, alone at first. The water was a perfect temperature, and it caressed him softly. His eyes were still closed, even in his imagination. He then felt the subtle warmth of another body, slowly pressing against his own. He welcomed the body, and didn’t speak. The person had a very firm body, and began to gently grab him by the waist. Lloyd nearly melted into him as he gave in effortlessly. He was feeling cool and serene and wanted the moment to last. The melody carried on “This is the year of the lover…” He finally opened his eyes and saw the strong, solid chocolate arms that were holding him. Definitely not Yung Berg and he didn’t notice, or really care for that instant. He leaned his head back, with his face incredibly close to the other man’s. His lips pressed faintly against the other’s. The car came to a sudden halt, throwing Lloyd completely out of his zone. “Sorry for the abrupt stop, sir, but we’re here,”

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Lloyd grabbed his bag and left the car, forgetting to even thank the driver. He turned off his music and shook his head a few times to adjust back with reality. He’d always had a very vivid imagination.

It sounded pretty busy within the mansion, and before he even made it to the door, Lil Wayne himself was welcoming him. “What’s good, boy!” he said to him. “Nothin’ much man. Thanks for the ride, by the way,” “Nu’n major. Told you I had you,” replied Wayne gesturing him through the door. There were about 6 people in the front of the house alone, all of which took turns exchanging shakes and “Wassup’s” with Lloyd. He sat his stuff down in Wayne’s own bed room, and took a seat on the bed. Strangely, he was one of few that Wayne let in there. “I just been down there shootin’ 100’s and drinkin’” laughed Wayne, changing out of his jeans into a pair of basketball shorts . “That’s cool with me,” said Lloyd, springing up once more to follow him back out. As he was following him down stairs toward the back of the house, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grabbed it to see who was texting him. To his surprise, and somewhat relief, it was Yung Berg.

“I gotta see you baby. I know I haven’t been as good as I could, but I care about you alot. I don’t want to rush it but I really am feeling you,” it read.

Lloyd wasn’t sure what to make of it. Yes, Berg said exactly what he wanted to hear everytime but he wasn’t sure if he’d seen actions to back it up. But Lloyd couldn’t help but feel queasy with nervosity anytime he had to interact with him, even through a text. He was hooked on him, and he knew it. “I love you…” he began to type, but erased it immediately. He’d gotten ahead of himself. “Thanx” he decided to type instead, and sent it. Finally, he went and joined Wayne and the rest for drinks.

They enjoyed themselves for at least 10 hours, before everyone started to leave. It was easily 2 AM; and yet again Lloyd had one too many drinks. A negative trend was starting…

The mansion was empty, other than Wayne himself and Lloyd by 2:35. For one reason or another, everyone was gone. Even the others who lived there. “Man, I had fun I really did bro, but I gotta go,” said Lloyd, only slightly slurred this time. “Yo’ eyes much bigger than ya stomach, young’n” said Wayne with a chuckle. “Come on, we got plenty room around here. Just crash with ya boy,” said Wayne helping him up. Lloyd silently obliged. They got the room, and he laid down in Wayne’s bed. Within a moment, he felt a very strange urge. He sat to an upright position, and just as he did, a short stream of vomit fell from his mouth to his shirt. “Oh shit!” said Wayne. “Get to the bathroom, bruh,” he said grabbing him by the wrist.

Lloyd kneeled over the toilet and finished throwing up, at which point he fell into a heap next to the shower. Wayne entered, carrying all the items he’d need to get cleaned up, as well as fresh clothes. “Take some time and get it together. I’ll be out here man,” he said as he exited, and closed the door. Immediately, Lloyd removed nearly all his clothes and was left in his underwear which was about the only thing left clean on him. He turned on the shower and removed those as well. He took a moment to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth out. After which, he stepped into the shower. The cool water somewhat shocked him back into mental solidarity. He soaped himself up, and washed off. His hair was wet so he opted to take down his braids.

Fresh, immaculate, and sanitary, he stepped out of the shower. However, his equilibrium was still slightly off and he jerked backward, causing him to slip. He landed on his side, unharmed. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself as he got up. “You need help in there,” asked Wayne from the outside. “Nah, I’m good,” he replied. He slipped once more on the wet floor and continued, “Well, maybe I kinda do,” Wayne entered and took his hand, as he attempted to get up. He grabbed the fresh t-shirt on his way out as Wayne helped him.

They arrived back at the room and he took a seat on the bed, still wrapped in only the towel. “Well, I’m tired; so I’m gon’ catch you in the morning bro,” said Wayne. Lloyd turned off the light after he left, and laid back in the bed. He was alone, so rather than get dressed he took off the towel and just went to sleep.
It’d been about an hour, but after what only seemed like moments. Wayne reentered the room. He quietly approached the bed, Lloyd laying completely naked upon it. His dick stiffened in his shorts as he gazed at him in the dark. He was never one to pass up an opportunity, so he took a huge leap, and grazed his hand against Lloyd’s round ass. Lloyd was awake now, but didn’t speak. Wayne then proceeded to grab his ass, at which point he was sure Lloyd was awake. He then took things a step further and mounted him on the bed. Lloyd was still laying on his stomach. Wayne leaned into him and licked his ear lobe. “Tell me this ain’t what you want,” said Wayne. Lloyd was so unclear as to how Wayne knew he’d enjoy this but he didn’t disagree. Wayne’s erect dick was pressed against Lloyd’s back in his shorts, as he continued to whisper to him, “Damn you so sexy,”

Lloyd turned over and they began to kiss. Lloyd wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but it felt ok to him. Lloyd’s hand went into Wayne’s shorts. He was a moment away from grasping the stiff cock that awaited him, when his phone rang. They abruptly broke their kiss, as the lit-up screen illuminated the dark room. The ringtone pierced the passionate silence. Lloyd quickly snatched it up as it rang. The contact read, “Y.B.”