(O.K i know i haven't been posting this story the way i should be but it's only 3 more parts so let me knock em out. here's part 6. be happy and hush. LOL)
The weather provided for a great outdoor occasion. It was a Saturday, fairly warm in Los Angeles. Lloyd had been in and out of interviews and television stations with Yung Berg for the past three days. They were in a very good place with one another developmentally. Currently, they both were due to the red carpet for an award ceremony at which the two were nominated individually.
With about 50 feet between himself and his partner, Lloyd stopped for a moment to take pictures. After about 15 flashes, his attention turned to an interviewer, who also happened to be one of his friends. “Hey hun, so tell me, back when you were first releasing this album did you expect it to generate this much success?” she asked quizzically, with a smile. “Well you know, I was kind of experimenting a little more. You know, trying something somewhat out of the box for myself. I didn’t wanna stray too far from my comfort zone and what I’m used to. But, people seem to appreciate it and at the end of the day if I love it and they enjoy it that’s all I’m going for,” he replied. “OK that’s good to hear. You just celebrated your birthday not too long ago, right?” “Yea, I definitely did. It was pretty fun; I’m just feeling really blessed at 23 right now,” he said, sporting a genuine smile. “OK, that’s good to hear. Will we be seeing a performance from you this evening?”
“Well I don’t wanna give anything away but I won’t say you won’t” he said in return. “Alrighty then! That sounds good to me. So this should turn out to be a very eventful gathering today. Thanks for chatting with us, honey!” she said. “Anytime, sweetie,” he said as he made his way forward. Yung Berg was out of sight at this point, so he continued on his way down the carpet. It was about another few hours before they found each other again, coincidentally just before Lloyd was up for his performance.
“There you go, boy!” said Yung Berg, placing a hand around his waist as they walked into the dressing room. “Wassup, baby,” said Lloyd. It was his first time addressing him as such, and he liked the sound of it. “I know something you don’t know…” said Yung Berg, grinning mischievously. “What? What happened?” asked Lloyd, struck with curiosity. “Well I’ll save it as a surprise for you,” said Berg. “Well I been liking yo’ surprises lately; I’m not sure if I can wait,” said Lloyd, placing on his silver and gold Chrome Hearts brand frames. “You’ll be ‘iight” said Berg, kissing him once before he turned to leave. Just as he did, one of Lloyd’s bodyguards as well as his personal assistant, Nic entered the room. Nic gave him a nasty look as they passed one another. He was distrustful of him, almost disliking, and it showed. “OK, you on in 10 bruh. Ear piece, mic, essentials waiting for you at the stage. Let’s do it,” he said, gesturing Lloyd toward the door.
Lloyd delivered a stellar performance, to which the crowd was incredibly receptive. So much so, that he even decided to let them have his shirt. After the performance, he returned to his dressing room, with good news awaiting him. His typical entourage of backup dancers, friends, and bodyguards, excitedly delivered him the good news. “You won two awards already! Best Male R&B and Best Collaboration, with Ludacris!” said his manager. He was ecstatic as if it were one of his first awards, and very appreciative. From behind him, Yung Berg grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to give him a reasonably sized black case. “What’s this for?” Lloyd asked, taking it from him to open it. “Well I knew about your winning a li’l ahead of time, so I felt it was only necessary,” Berg replied.
Lloyd opened the box, and inside was a diamond-emblazoned chain. The large, sparkling, diamond and ruby letters spelled “Polite” with a smaller “Baby, You’re A Winner” atop. “Damn, son! I didn’t expect nothin’ like this,” said Lloyd, placing it around his neck, fascinated by the unexpected gift. “Nothin’ major,” said Yung Berg, examining how his young lover looked wearing his new chain. Others in the room generally kept to themselves, gazing upon it occasionally. Other than Nic, who stopped to comment. “That’s a real friend. Bought you something, WOOOW. That musta ran you sum’n nice,” he said speaking sarcastically to Berg but not looking at him. “Nothin’ MAJOR. Just a gift for my hard working best friend” he replied. Nic scoffed under his breath at the comment. “I gotta go knock out this photo shoot. I’ll probably catch you at Mr. Chow later,” Berg said to Lloyd before his departure from the room. Lloyd had a party to attend after the event, and began to change attire accordingly.
After the remainder of the show had concluded, he was soon on his way to the party; at which he didn’t plan on staying very long. It was about 10 PM when he arrived. The club was moderately active, with majority of the crowd being celebrities and associates of. With his bodyguards and close friends nearby, Lloyd took to his table and ordered himself a drink before socializing with whomever brought themselves in his direction. The party was hardly peaking, and it was obvious. A rep for an ad campaign he’d been in talks with took a moment out to speak with him about the business side. “It’s been a moment; but I spoke with your assistant about a week ago about the whole deal we’ve been trying to work out. At this point it’s looking as if we’d have you on about three different photo shoots, and maybe five to seven commercials, since it’s such a big thing and we’d need a lot of material to work with from every artist. If we committed about two weeks to the entire thing, we could probably get this done sooner than expected. I don’t wanna throw too much at you immediately, so how’s this all sound to you?” he finished. “Well I’m definitely in agreement with you for the most part. I’m sure once we get me officially signed on getting it done will be like nothing. I’m just wondering about the timing,” said Lloyd, thinking about how he’d be able to see Yung Berg while working, since he only had the coming week to spare time; since he’d be going overseas soon. “I hate to sound abrasive but with so many other people involved I’m not really sure if too many changes will work. I know you probably have a very demanding schedule right about now,” he responded. “Not necessarily, but—” said Lloyd, cutting his sentence short and wishing he could take it back all together. He knew he’d said too much already. “Well, if this is a social matter I can only wonder how that will work into your professional agenda. I understand we all have personal lives but I think it’s an all-around beneficial opportunity for many of us if you were involved as soon as possible. I mean, it was lucky I even got a hold of you here. I don’t want to make the decision for you, but I just want you to be aware. Your personal endeavors will always be there,” he said. Lloyd wondered how he gathered all that just from ‘Not necessarily’, but nevertheless, he was right. It was a personal matter, and sooner or later he had to realize he couldn’t spend every waking moment with Yung Berg. He didn’t imagine the situation would begin to consume him to the point it threatened his professional life. This worried him slightly. He also couldn’t imagine neglecting his new relationship, for it had become one of his biggest priorities as of late.
In somewhat of a dilemma, he followed his mind. It was hard for him to do, because his heart spoke so loudly. He focused his attention back to the representative and Nic, who’d taken on the conversation himself. “We should go for it. The scheduling won’t be a problem at all,” Lloyd interjected between the two. “Good to hear, I’m sure by Monday morning we can have it all worked out, and no later than Thursday we can get to work. Thanks for speaking with me, by the way,” he said as he got up to leave the table. After he left them, Nic turned to Lloyd, lost and curious. “What’s going on that you need to have so much free time, bruh?” he asked. “Nothin’ really. Just, tired I guess man,” Lloyd lied. “Oh OK. Understandable,” Nic said, though he wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Lloyd how unusual it was for him to not immediately pounce on a deal as big as this. In most cases, he was very business savvy and grabbed an offer by the horns as quickly as possible. However, he left the situation alone and said no more.
More people began to arrive, and the party had just begun to become lively. There was no way he’d be able to make it to Mr. Chow to see Yung Berg, and he hadn’t gotten a call so he figured he would just enjoy himself for the rest of the night. He continuted to drink, speak on occassion with associates and friends, and even made his way onto the dance floor more than once. The atmosphere was most definitely alive and loud. After a long while of laughter and enjoyment, Lloyd’s personal phone rang. The idea of who it might be gave him a jolt to his stomach. Maybe he was wrong and he’d left Berg waiting for nothing. There was only one way to find out. He answered the phone, retreating to an area closer to the entrance, where he wasn’t drastically close to the music. “HELLO?” he said over the still-loud music. “I been tryna call you for the longest, kid. I almost started to think you was avoiding me. Why you been under the radar li’l one?” asked the caller. The voice was too deep to be Berg’s and he didn’t quite recognize it. He lifted the phone from his face to see the contact’s name. “Wayne! What’s good. You know how it be fam, we just get busy from time to time,” said Lloyd. He’d nearly casted aside the whole event that took place at Wayne’s house since he confessed it to Berg, so he wasn’t too nervous or ashamed to be speaking with him. “I’m understanding that. You kinda bailed on me a few nights back. And technically back on ya birthday I did say you owed me a night out. We spent that whole day and night inside. So uh, it’s only right that I get what’s owed to me. Don’t you agree?” said Wayne, suave and mild.
“That sound good to me, dog. If only you were in LA. I’m at this party and I could use a quick exit right about now,” said Lloyd, assuming he was in the clear. “There are perks to being worth millions,” said Wayne. “What you mean?” asked Lloyd. The call ended abruptly. Lloyd immediately assumed Wayne had to be in LA, judging from his last remark. Almost paranoid at the idea of being in the same city with Wayne and Berg together, he even began to consider the idea of Lil Wayne even being at this very party with him at that moment. He had to stay as low-key as possible and wait it out. He was almost 100% sure that he’d be caught if he was to attempt to leave. Being a high-profile singer like he was, catching groupies was a task all too easy. Slowly snaking his way through the crowd, he latched onto the first interesting shorty he passed. She was a good conversation, and the easiest cover up for him at the moment. Once they reached his table, he sat with his back to the crowd and let her begin to chat away. He’d snagged a long-winded one, and he hoped she could go on for quite a while because he had a feeling he’d be sitting there for a long moment.
She proved to be much better than he thought, one full hour had passed. People were beginning to leave but the life hadn’t died in the party. He was sure the coast was clear of any possible Wayne appearance, and yet she still continued on, talking his ear off about just about anything she could. Without a doubt, she could have gone on for at least another day or so but she was useless to him any longer. He located Nic, rounded up his body guards, which were just about the only people left of the group he’d showed up to the party with from the awards. He then prepared to leave. They were headed back to the hotel. Unknown to the rest, he and Yung Berg were staying in the same suite that night, alone. He sort of figured there would be tension when he got there, but nothing he was especially worried about. It was a regularly busy day, so he wasn’t unusually tired as they headed back in the truck. The fact that Wayne hadn’t showed up that night made him wonder even more about what he really meant, if not that. He didn’t burden his mind with it however, because he didn’t feel it was all that important anymore.
3:11 read the time as he walked into the hotel, dead-set on going up to his suite and relaxing for the night. After assuring everyone else that he didn’t require anything else of them, he finally went into his suite and was granted peace and quiet. Yung Berg hadn’t made it in yet, but Lloyd made nothing of it as he undressed to get into bed. Before he knew it, he began to drift off to sleep. Before doing so, he put his phone on its charger and turned the power off as he did so. The last thing he was looking forward to was any unexpected calls while he tried to sleep. It was times like this he wished he could just turn his mind off. When he actually made an attempt to get to sleep, he simply couldn’t. Things kept racing through his mind. Even the most unimportant of things, yet whatever it was, he just couldn’t stop thinking about everything. To distract himself until his body forced him to sleep, he turned on the television. To his relief, it finally worked. After a while of watching TV in silence, he managed to fall asleep.
Though he went to sleep alone, he awoke next to someone. Yung Berg, of course. The first time he woke up, he checked the time before he went back to sleep. It was 12:07 noon. That made for a very abnormal day. He usually was up and out long before 10 AM, but this was one of the few odd days they’d have to themselves. He figured once he finally got up, they could go exercise together and talk. He laid back down with him, and slept for about another hour.
“Baby….. Ladi…. Wake up, bay,” said Yung Berg quietly in his ear. It was now well into 1 PM, and it was a wonder that no one had come to the room to wake Lloyd up by now. Lloyd sat upright with Berg, at the end of the bed. Lloyd smiled coyly as their eyes met, once he’d fully awoken and adjusted. Yung Berg kissed him before he spoke again. “You the only person I know that don’t wake up with morning breath,” he said. “Wish I could say the same, but damn baby,” said Lloyd, laughing. “Funny. But look, are you needed today?” asked Berg.
“How come?”
“Because I wanted to plan my day around you today,”
“Not really. What you had in mind? I kind of wanted to exercise today, ‘cuz you know I haven’t been putting in enough hours with Steve lately,” said Lloyd referring to his trainer. “Bet! You can do that. I want to take you lunch afterwards tho’,” said Berg.
“OK, but I get to pick the place, right?”
“Of course,”
“Cool, then as soon as I get done we can do that,” said Lloyd.
“In the meantime, I got a little shopping to do, and I also have to meet with my publicist at 2:30,” said Berg. They proceeded to get themselves fresh and ready. Lloyd left to the hotel’s gym as Berg left the hotel to handle his business. Lloyd took a moment to check up on everyone else, since they hadn’t contacted him yet. He called Nic, who answered immediately. “Hey what’s going on. I thought you all would have been came for me by now,” said Lloyd. “Nah, we just wanted to let you do you, get some rest or whatever you needed. But I’ll make a note of it for next time,” Nic responded.
“No, thats not necessary. I was just wondering, but yea, that was uh… thoughtful. Thanks,”
“No problem. So just let us know if you need anything, and other than that you’re basically clear until The View tomorrow. So yea, i’ll be available,”
“Alright, I’ll touch bases with you a li’l later Nic,”
“Cool,”
“One”
Lloyd hung up the phone and began his workout. He pushed hard, as he always did. It was incredibly invigorating and stress-relieving for him. The gym was mostly empty, other than him and a few others. They kept to themselves, which made it much easier for him to focus on himself. After about two hours on machine after machine, he finally concluded his exercise tangent. He’d built up a sweat, and left for his suite to take a shower.
He entered his room, in a very good mood looking forward to a a shower and a calm afternoon with Yung Berg. He took off his shirt on the way to the bathroom, but his shower plans came to a screeching halt as he did so. There on his bed, sat Lil Wayne, browsing through his phone. “Just the li’l dude I been waiting for,” he said as he got up from the bed to shake his hand. Lloyd was shocked, wondering how he got in and what he even came for.
“Wassup?” Wayne said, shaking his hand and patting him on his back. Lloyd was quite perplexed, but played it off immediately. “How you get in man?” he asked.
“I mean, it is me after all. I know who you roll with. If I didn’t know better I might think you ain’t wanna see me,”
“Naw, nothin’ like that. Just surprised,”
“So it look like I might have been interrupting you in the middle of somethin’. But if it’s all the same to you, I think I might be feeling a like a shower right about now too,”
“You know I would, but I’m kind of in a rush,”
“To be where? Ya boy said you ain’t gon’ be too busy today. The door locked, we alone. You ain’t gotta be afraid, li’l one,”
‘Nic need to learn to shut his damn mouth’ Lloyd thought to himself
“Truth be told, I’m just tired,” Lloyd lied again, trying desperately to avoid him.
“Then let me put you to bed,” said Wayne, laughing slightly afterward.
‘This nigga is not leaving,’ Lloyd thought again.
“Ok that sounds good. Right when I hop out this shower, it’s me and you,”
Wayne tried to kiss him. For a split second, he almost pulled his face away. However he caught himself and accepted the kiss.
He stepped into the bathroom alone and locked the door behind him.
“Shit!” he whispered. He leaned against the door, wondering how to get himself out of this potentially disastrous situation. A million question began to fly through his mind. At this point all he wanted was to just disappear and make this whole thing go away. Leaving was out of the option, because he’d promised he’d be there when Berg returned, and was sure that Wayne would keep him out well into the night if they did leave. He got into the shower, hoping that he would be gone from the room by the time he was done. He knew that wouldn’t happen…
Even after he was done, he stayed in the bathroom and let the shower run for an additional 10 minutes, practically screaming out for a last minute miracle. He also worried that if he wasted too much time, Berg would return. He opened the door, dressed in his wife beater and a pair of light jogging pants.
“So you fresh for me?” asked Wayne, sitting on the bed again.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that,” Lloyd said grabbing his phone to procrastinate.
Just then, to both of their surprise, in walked Yung Berg.
“Ladi?” he said, taken aback by Wayne’ s presence.
“Chris!” exclaimed Lloyd.
“Wayne!?” said Berg.
“Berg?” said Wayne.
“OK, now that we all know who we are…” said Berg, placing his bag on a table.
“What’s going on, li’l dude. I came by to–” Wayne stopped mid-sentence as he witnessed Yung Berg grab a hold of Lloyd and kiss him immediately.
“Chris!?” said Lloyd, almost forgetting that he’d told him about what happened with Wayne. “Yo, what was that?” Wayne asked.
“Fuck you mean? A kiss, maybe?” Berg retorted.
“Nigga I mean why did you do it?” Wayne said.
“Maybe ‘cuz that’s my nigga. Why the fuck do you care? Nigga you know what’s up,” said Berg, apparently referencing the incident.
“Apparently I don’t. You got somethin’ you haven’t told me?” said Wayne, now talking to Lloyd.
Lloyd kept an extremely straight face and manner, but was completely frozen in fear. He dismissed his scared emotion, and had to talk his way out of this situation.
“No. Nothin’ I feel you should know,” he said.
“Oh, so here I am thinkin’ I’m helpin’ yo ass, ‘cuz you don’t know what the fuck you doin’ or what the fuck you wanna be; all the while you just tryna fuck any nigga you can?” Wayne shot back at him.
“Hold up, I think it’s a lot that ain’t been said and ain’t being said right now. And i’m tired of it. I need some clarity right about now, or shit’s about to get hectic,” said Berg, growing upset.
Lloyd had a lot of explaining to do in a very short period of time, and if he didn’t start soon, things were bound to hit an explosive peak.
“Watch yo’ tone, kid!” spat Wayne.
“Watch yo’ back, nigga!” said Berg.
Things were taking a turn for the worst, and it would only get worse before it got better….
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 6
Friday, December 4, 2009
Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 5
"Wassup?" he asked slowly, trying to hide the guilt and nervosity, his head still somewhat spinning. "Hey what's good withchu shawty?" asked Yung Berg; he continued, "I called once earlier, but you didn't answer though. You miss me? I miss you, fam" he said. "Ummm. Yea, you know I do," said Lloyd. His insides were fluttering rapidly with butterflies. He was scatterbrained and confused, trying his best to keep his composure in his tight situation. Wayne waited patiently, rubbing his hand lightly across Lloyd's chest back and forth. "So, I know you still in ATL right now, but what you think about going to these couple of premieres in LA with me when you get back; You know, get some time out together," "Look at you sounding concerned," said Lloyd with a laugh. He was unsure whether to express the emotion that he wanted Yung Berg to feel, or keep his cool and stay on good terms with Wayne. He froze for a moment, in thought, and let Berg continue to speak. "Yea, I got a nice li'l surprise for you too when I see you; and trust me, this one ain't nothing you gon' expect,"
"I can't wait to see it," said Lloyd, unenthusiastic in his moment of bewilderment. "I'm sorry, I'm most definitely glad to hear from you, but I really gotta go," said Lloyd. "Oh, well alri–" said Yung Berg being cut off as Lloyd quickly ended the call. Wayne was calmly breathing into his neck as he liesurely gave him kiss after kiss. Lloyd sat his phone back down, and the room returned to darkness. "Who was that sexy?" asked Lil Wayne, moving backward so that he was kneeling before him on the bed. "Nothing important," lied Lloyd. "Now, come here. I got sumthin for you," he said to Wayne pulling him forward by the arm. He didn't want to focus on anything in particular at that point. He knew what he was doing wasn't exactly what he wanted, but also knew laying alone would only drive him crazy with deliberation. Really, he wanted to just let it all go, and relax. This was the only way he saw at that exact moment to just take himself away from it all. With that decided, he ardently immersed himself in Lil Wayne, and for that moment devoted his mind, body, and spirit to their sexual connection. His lips met Wayne's in the most amorous way he knew how. Attempting to find the gray area between gentle and rough, he embraced him fully, grabbing onto his satisfyingly rotund ass; which almost directly contradicted his otherwise toned physique. It drove Wayne crazy to see Lloyd so aggressive, and he responded equally. He pinned him down by the arms and laid into him, briskly grabbing at his exposed dick and balls. He began to lick his way down Lloyd's body. He fondled around Lloyd's nipples with his tongue. Lloyd bit his lip in pleasure, and clutched the covers as his sexual desire built up even further. He couldn't see a thing in the darkness but he felt Wayne going lower and lower on him.
Wayne finally reached his belly button, & kissed and licked that as well. He was just above his pubic hair as he swiftly, grabbed Lloyd's legs and lifted them above him. Without a moment's notice, he plunged his face into Lloyd's supple ass. Lloyd kept his eyes closed and a wad of blanket clutched in his hand, as he held the back of Wayne's head with the other. Wayne worked on Lloyd's warm anal ring with great zest, building up a nice layer of saliva on the surface. He squeezed his cheeks hard, and pushed his mouth further in, his tongue and lips positively whirling in Lloyd's ass. In nearly unheard of passion, Lloyd released a sound even he couldn't comprehend, but Wayne knew that meant he was doing something right. "Mmm Hmm, yell for yo' daddy li'l one," he said to Lloyd, spanking him yet again. Wayne turned him over quickly, and poised his fully erect huge dick behind him, ready to insert. "Fuck! yea!" Lloyd proclaimed as Wayne forced his dick into him. Lloyd was taken aback, yet pleased. Wayne was simply barbaric as he pounded him from behind. After the first few minutes of sex-crazed ass smacking thrusts, Lloyd mind began to wander to places he was completely unsure of. Under the influences of the remains of the liquor, and the unanticipated erotic encounter he was experiencing, he fell into a state of near unawareness. Either Wayne's dick was just that good, or he was really going through some stuff…. or both. Wayne pounded him on an on, with the stamina of a marathon runner. He occasionally slowed down and drove his entire shaft deep into him, pulling his head back and kissing him at the same time.
He turned him back over and stood in front of the bed, over him. "Come here," he said grabbing him by the leg, in the darkness. He picked him up, and Lloyd wrapped his arms around his neck, and his legs around his waist. Wayne placed his palms under his ass, and held him up as his throbbing dick head once again met Lloyd's sultry entrance. Moaning and breathing heavily, Lloyd sucked Wayne's lip as he began to bounce up and down on his waist, locked at the ankles, and holding tightly around his neck with one arm and grasping his lower back with the other. With their hot bodies pressed against one another's, Wayne leaned against the wall behind him as Lloyd continued to ride him. It had been about 45 minutes at this point, a short encounter for Wayne but Lloyd's longest with a man yet; and Wayne didn't want to give him more than he could handle although he didn't know he already had. Still in control of the situation, he felt his climax coming. He sped up for a moment, his dick sliding in and out smoothly. Finally, he laid Lloyd on the bed and pulled out. He began to cum, and soon a small puddle of his nut was on Lloyd's stomach. Wayne took a few heaving breaths, and got to his knees in front of him. He then began to lick Lloyd's stomach clean of his own cum, after which he kissed Lloyd one last time.
Still in complete darkness, Wayne plopped himself on the bed next to Lloyd, who still hadn't spoken a word. "You 'iight?" whispered Wayne to him, rubbing his hand across his thigh. "..damn," uttered Lloyd. "That's what I like to hear," replied Wayne. Though he may not have said for the reason Wayne thought, he let him believe so. The guilt began to set in, he was forced back into reality. And all the thoughts he wanted to surpress were flooding back in. However there was one thing Wayne's outstanding dick did allow him to do to avoid it all: and that was sleep…
Lloyd awoke the next morning, alone under a sheet. Somehow, he was wearing a t-shirt and his boxers once again. As usual, he immediately turned to his phone. It almost shocked him at the small amount of calls, texts, etc. he'd missed. He had about 14 messages and 20 texts. The most recent text message was from Wayne. "I'm ova @ tha dealership shawty brb" it read. Lloyd saw this as his only moment to leave, and so he did. After getting dressed, he was sure he'd left something behind, but he didn't care. He rushed out of the house, without even taking time to see if anyone was there. One of Wayne's own drivers took him home, and by his request did so without haste.
Once he was home, he immediately closed himself in the room he'd put his temporary things in, and called Nic, his assistant. The phone rang no more than twice before he answered, "Yo! Where you been, we been calling man," "What time is my flight back to L.A. again?" Lloyd asked hurriedly. "12, you ready?" Nic asked. It was 10:30. "Can it leave any sooner?" asked Lloyd. "Maybe, why you in a rush?" said Nic. "Nah man, just curious. I'm gonna call you in a minute I just gotta take care of somethin'" Lloyd replied, hanging up before Nic could even begin to say goodbye.
He kept his phone in his pocket unless he heard Nic's ringtone or his mother's as he left the house. He was almost sure one of the calls he ignored was Lil Wayne's but he didn't really care. He was just eager to get back to LA as soon as possible. On the way back, all he could do is think. He thought about the possibility of telling Yung Berg what happened. He thought about doing it again once or twice. He felt as if he'd cheated on Berg, but they weren't even dating; and he knew telling him that would just drive him even further away. He'd become quite the contemplative young man lately, and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep and landed in LA.
He and Nic chatted subtlly about his business ventures and upcoming shows on the way to their hotel. He also had a photoshoot that day, but was in no mood to be posing for cameras- the paparazzi was enough of a burden. Once in the hotel, he called Yung Berg immediately. "What's poppin'?" Berg answered happily. "Yo, i'm back in LA, same hotel and all. What's good?" asked Lloyd. "Well lucky for you the because….." said Yung Berg followed by a long pause. There was aknock at his door. It was Nic, however. "Aye man, I just came by to tell you something right quick" he said. He then began to make his way into the room, and from behind him emerged Yung Berg. "… because I'm here too!" said Berg, hanging up the phone as he greeted Lloyd in person. "Surprise, Surprise!" said Nic laughing as he left and closed the door behind him.
Lloyd was finally back person to person with him. He wanted to keep his cool, maintain his swagger, but the moment their hands met he melted inside. "You seem like somethin' bothering you dog. Well I got the perfect pick-me-up for you," he said turning around and dropping his jacket. He had a new tattoo on the back of his neck, it was Aaliyah. "I like that….She's beautiful," "Yea but that one's a lil more sentimental for me. I got somethin' for you," Berg said. He lifted up his shirt and revealed another new tattoo. This one was on his lower back, in long cursive letters. It read, "Ladi" Lloyd's nickname since childhood. Seeing this hurt Lloyd, because his feelings were stronger and he knew what he'd done. He smiled, though. "How you gon' do somethin' like that for me? How long you had it?" asked Lloyd, grabbing his hands. "A while now. Look I just, I know what you been goin' through cause it's new to us to even be involved with each other like this. You was my bestfriend before we did it, and you still are. Just know i'm still here, anytime you need me," said Yung Berg. He wasn't really planning on taking it much further than sex the first time, but started to feel a stronger connection to Lloyd, and he didn't really want to fight it.
Lloyd immediately released all his emotions. "I wanna be more to you. Back when you used to be with them girls I used to see how you treated them, and I want that. I think about you alot, man. I don't know if I'm supposed to feel this way, but I like it. I don't want to run you away but I just can't help the way I feel. I feel like….. I think… I love you. It's hard to say but I think I fell in love with you. And it's just so hard for me to do that because I messed up. In Atlanta I–" Yung Berg cut him off and kissed him. There was a momentary silence. "You tell me you love me… and I think I'm ready for it, this is what I want to do. So if you love me, then i'm yours. You brave as hell for being able to tell me, but I wanna be with you. Only you," he said. Lloyd had to tell him, right away. "I fucked Wayne….and I'm not sure why," He expected this to be the moment Berg flipped out on him. Under the assumption that it occurred long ago, Berg dismissed it, "Well that was then, this is now. This is us… No stress, baby," His words took a major weight off of Lloyd's shoulders, and he immediately grabbed him and held him tightly. He could move forward, they could be happy. He thought, 'It's in the past, and I can just move on. It's over….. isn't it?"
Monday, November 16, 2009
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.”
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 1
Here's the story. Hope you like it.
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The last show was always the biggest for Lloyd, be it a small promotional tour like the one he was on or worldwide, so things were exceptionally busy. His dressing room seemed to be the only place any peace could be found; and even there people were constantly barging in and out. As Lloyd sat down to wait for the wardrobe coordinator whom he was supposed to see in 20 or so minutes, his assistant got a call regarding him.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I've been told to apologize and inform you that we've just gotten last minute confirmation that Yung Berg will actually be able to make it to tonight's show and so the entire dance sequence during the third song will have to be removed to make time. He'll be arriving within the next hour,"
"Alright, I'll let him know"
"Thank you,"
"No problem"
"Who was that?" Asked Lloyd getting up to open the door for the wardrobe coordinator, who had just arrived.
"They just said Yung Berg will be able to make it to the show and that the dancing portion of the third song has to be removed to make
"That's wassup; I ain't been up there on stage with my dude Yung Beezy in a grip," said Lloyd eagerly, "When is he getting here?"
"Within the hour," Nic, the assistant, replied.
And with that, it was final. To top off his biggest show of the tour, he'd finally be able to perform with one of his best friends in the industry, whom he'd had subtle feelings for but never spoke on.
1 ½ hours, and one excited greeting of friends later, the show was to begin.
Song followed by song went by as the show progressed, and in seemingly no time, it was Yung Berg's time to come out. With an over the top, extremely excited crowd, Lloyd introduced him. "It's the last show, and ya'll know we gotta do it big!" said Lloyd, the beat of the song still blaring behind him. "Aye my man! Come out here and show 'em what they want," Yung Berg ran on stage in typical special guest form, and delivered his verse to the now ever more rowdy audience.
After the end of the show, Lloyd and his crew went back to the dancers' dressing room. After such a large show, they were in no mood to settle down. "We about to hit up a few places, I'll hit you up later bro," Yung Berg said to Lloyd through the excitement and loud chatter of the room. After an intricate handshake, he departed. Walking from the door back in to join the group, Lloyd pondered whether it was his mind or if Berg had brushed his hand against his waist just as he walked out, but dismissed the thought completely(for the moment).
Wanting to finally get a regular full night's rest, Lloyd declined his own group's offer to go anywhere else that night. With only a few of his things with him, he left figuring they'd bring the rest of his stuff to the hotel they were checked in, which is where he was headed.
After getting there, he headed directly to his specialty suite on the 10th floor. Unusually exhausted, after a short time of eating fruit and watching T.V., he decided to go to sleep before everyone showed up. He'd decided to room with two others, both backup dancers, rather than have his own room. Although he normally was all for partying and socializing he was somewhat regretting not having his own room as he drifted to sleep.
Just as he finally went into a deep slumber, a knock at the door awoke him. He went to open it up, unsure of who it might be that soon.
To his surprise, as he opened the door it was Nic, but he only briefly stopped in to tell him when they were leaving the next day and when everyone else would be making it back to the hotel, most of which Lloyd missed, being only half awake. Seemingly only a second after he went back to sleep, something else woke him up. But this time it wasn't a knock; the person let themselves in. Taking the liberty to turn on a light, the mysterious person was revealed as his rapper friend, Yung Berg.
"Alright, I'm up, So you up too," said Berg to Lloyd who got into an upright position. "What you doin' here?" asked Lloyd. "We in the same hotel, oddly enough. I passed one of ya peoples on the way up here, they let me in," he replied. "That's cool, but I ain't doin' nothing up here but sleeping" said Lloyd. Yung Berg admired his shirtless, tattooed, and muscular body but turned his eyes away quickly. "Tell you what, why don't you come over to my suite, ain't nobody there anyway?" he said. Without a word Lloyd grabbed a shirt and walked out with him to go to his suite.
After getting there they both sat on his bed, looking at the television but not paying much attention. It was a strangely calm environment seeing as how they'd JUST finished a show. Nothing about the night was normal for stars like them.
"Ever since last week my right shoulder been killing me," said Yung Berg. Berg took off his white T-shirt to rub his own shoulder. "Can't really get it like I want to by myself," he said under his breath. Pretty much completely awake at this point, Lloyd made the first act on what they both had been secretly thinking. "Right here?" Lloyd asked, gently massaging his muscular shoulder, almost trembling in nervosity. "Yea, right about there. Thanks man," said Yung Berg, tilting his head back. Lloyd worked with more enthusiasm and ease now. He put his other hand on his left shoulder, massaging them both deeply and firm. He moved close up behind him and shifted his hand from his left shoulder to his hard smooth chest. With Lloyd pressed up against his back, Yung Berg leaned his head fully back now, and Lloyd rested his on Berg's shoulder. Lloyd kissed his neck and bravely asked, "Is that ok?"
"Do what you do," he replied. Lloyd kissed him once more just behind his ear, and turned him around. Still within just inches of him, he began to tug at Berg's pants, and unzipped them. Lloyd began to lick his chest, swirling his tongue around his nipples. He carefully made his way down his body, kissing every one of his six pack abs. With him still sitting on the bed, and his pants and boxers at his ankles, Lloyd took no time to put his warm mouth on the head of his thick, erect, 9 inch dick.
After a few minutes of sucking on his hard rod, Yung Berg began to get more into the feeling. Within a minute or so, he had dominated the situation, fucking Lloyd's face fast and hard. "Shit, yea suck that dick," Berg quietly droned. As he eased up, Lloyd pulled it out and began jacking him off, while pulling him forward to get to his ass. "Just like that?" he asked. He pressed his wet, warm tongue against Yung Berg's tight hole, causing him to let out a loud moan. Licking his ass and stroking his dick, Lloyd was close to making Berg cum. "Fuck! Lemme put it in yo' mouth!" he urged as he neared his climax. Lloyd shoved his dick into his mouth just as he shot his first stream of hot cum. In a state of absolute ecstasy, he held the back of Lloyd's head. After four shots of cum, Lloyd kept Berg's dick in his mouth and softly stroked it with his lips before he finally took it out.
Unsure about what they should do next, Yung Berg pulled up his pants and Lloyd got back up on the bed. They laid there for a moment, until Berg's blackberry rang. As if they had gotten caught, Lloyd scrambled to fix himself up and leave. Before doing so, Berg grabbed him by his belt and pulled him back for one more kiss. Lloyd kissed him but it lasted for only a moment. Then he turned to leave, just as Berg answered his phone.
