B-Romance

Blake Jenner and Michael Weisman, 2 very different people with different lives but the same aspiration, to live the American Dream all while trying to co exist living with each other in the City of Dreams, L.A.

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Chapter 26: Blake

Ever since reaching work I had been watching the clock impatiently as I waited for the time to tick away till the hour I get off work. What they say is true after all, watching the clock only makes time tick slower; but I still haven't learnt from high school. Old habits die hard.

  "Hey Blake! Table 12 ready to order" Cassie, my co-worker alerted me as she entered the kitchen with a bucket of dirty dishes. She already looked dishevelled as she ran a hand through her frizzy blonde locks that was tied up in a bun.

  "On it” hopping off the counter I headed out the swing door into the dining area and made my way towards table 12.

  As I stood there, my mind pondered back to what has been on my mind all afternoon. Michael. I wonder where he went? I wonder what was so important that he had to go attend to, maybe it was something to do with his band gig. Needless to say, I didn’t really care, I just hoped when I got home he’d be there already and we’d be…

  “Excuse me, we would like to order now.”

  “Oh, alright…” I pushed all dirty thoughts of Michael aside for the moment and focused on getting the family’s order. It was really hard not to think about what Michael said and it astonished me how much I was looking forward to it. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since we last had sex or maybe it was the unconscious part of me that thought I’d never get that again ever since ‘that’ incident.

  Another thing that was on my mind was that I felt shamelessly excited about having sex with Michael and the problem was that Michael was a guy, Why was I looking forward to having sex with a guy? Or was I just looking forward to the sex? No, that wasn’t it.  I was sure it wasn’t just the sex I was looking forward to, Michael had a huge part in it. Whatever it was, I just couldn’t wait to get back home.

  After a few more orders and a good 2 hours, my shift was finally up. I joined Mr. Wournos behind the counter and told him I was heading off. He waved me off and I was about to leave when he suddenly spoke.

  "Is Theler here yet?" Mr Wournos asked and I froze for a second,

  "Yea, I think I, saw him in the kitchen"

  Mr. Wournos gave me a look as if he was doubtful look. “Are you sure?”

  "Yea, I saw him taking an order earlier I think" I said with a straight face. The manager held the look for a second longer before turning back to the computer on the desk and I breathed a sigh of relief. Derek Theler was another waiter who worked here and he's shift starts when my shift ends so he should've been here already since my shift ended. I don't know too much about Derek except that he works a couple jobs and struggles to balance them all so we try and cover up for him in such situations when he's late. May not be the honest thing to do but it doesn't harm anyone and helps a man keep his job.

  "I'll go check if they need any help in the kitchen" I slipped myself away and went into the kitchen heading for the employee break room at the back. "Derek!" I exclaimed when I saw the him, he was just getting undressed to put on his waiter uniform.

  "Oh hey man, what's up?" Derek was a very huge guy and not like Rosie o’ Donnel huge. He was about 3 more inches taller than me, and I was 6”1. He also had an athletic build, really muscular and had curly brown hair.

  "What's up is the manager is looking for you, told him you just took an order so it'll be nice if you could walk out with someone's order”

  “Oh thanks man”

  “Umm… ok, just hurry up and get out there please” I went back outside to see if the last table were ready for their bill and thankfully they were. I got the receipt from Mr. Wournos and served it to them in one of the hardcovers. After processing the bill I thanked them for dining here before going to the employee break room to switch out of my uniform. I clocked out and headed for home in my car. I made it home close to 8 pm and was the first one back,

   Michael still wasn't back so I texted him just to see if he was okay, and of course to know when he was coming home. I have not forgotten where we left off on the couch and I am looking forward to resuming it this time in the bedroom perhaps. I grabbed a quick dinner of some leftovers that Michael had cooked, some Chicken in tomato sauce. Didn’t bother microwaving it since I preferred food that way. I hopped in the shower after and decided if I should put clothes on or just wait for Michael. I decided on the former and got comfortable in some pajama pants and a white tank top.

  I still remember his words freshly like he just said it: let’s do it right when I get back. The way he said it, his bad boy smirk, fuck I want him so bad. I know I just got clean in the shower but I want to get down and dirty, and really explore what 'The Mikester' is all about; if you know what I mean. The whole bad boy, Mikester persona thingy that Michael has got going on is, can't believe I'm admitting but it's so damn hot. Can you blame me though? I think everyone has a thing for bad boys, some simply don't admit it. The sense of mystery they impose, the mischiefs they take along and the risk they play with; the recipe of a bad boy. Up until now I didn't see Michael as the sexy bad boy I wanna get in bed with but earlier changed everything.

  I keep getting boners on and off thinking about it, and about what might go down when Michael and my body reunites. Every second I think of it just inflames my lust for him, and it's a little weird to realize I'm actually looking forward to sex with Michael. It was always just like, it happens when it happens, or when one of us need our manly needs taken care off but now, I want it to happen. I don't care though, I know the sex is going to be awesome and hot and it's going to leave us sweaty and the sheets soaked; nothing else matters. My mind started wondering if I should light candles up or something but then I laughed the idea off, silly me.

  I occupied myself with the TV awaiting Michael’s return home, occasionally rubbing my erection resisting the temptation to just jerk off thinking about Michael’s hands all over my body while his lips wandered my skin. I kept fantasizing about my roommate but unfortunately found myself dozing off around 10, I was getting tired of waiting but I still wanted to get it on nonetheless. Just when I started to fall into a deeper sleep Michael came through the door waking me up, chasing off all of the sleepiness for me. "Hey man…" I greeted, I was hard instantly; yea I wanted it that bad.

  "Hey" Michael replied plainly before heading into the bedroom. I began thinking how I could initiate the sex, I mean I don't just wanna go up to him and say 'lets fuck’, or do I…. That moment earlier was perfect but I don't think that can be recreated again; dammit maybe I should've just gone with the candles. I thought Michael went into the bedroom to change clothes so I expected him to come back out but when he didn't I went to check on him and found him already in bed under the covers. "What the hell dude?" I almost yelled. Michael didn't even bother to acknowledge me, just kept his back to me. "Dude!" I demanded his attention

    "What Blake…" he whined turning to me. For a second I didn't know what to say and just stood there speechless

  “Well… what you said earlier?"

  "What the fuck are you talking about dude?" he said getting irritated. I myself was getting annoyed, I waited the whole day just to 'do it right' and nothing happens?

  "Don't you remember huh? “What happened to ‘lets do it right’?”" I said making air quotations with my fingers

  "Are you fucking kidding me…?"

  "You bet, ha ha l.o.l" I retorted sarcastically

  "Fuck off Blake, I'm tired. Go fucking jack off or something." Michael told me off before turning away again. Once again I was speechless, I was just in complete shock.

  "Fuck you asshole" I cussed and walked off furiously. Seriously? This is how he was going to treat me? I freaking waited the whole day for him and what do I get? Disappointment. Just Iike what he is. By now my boner had died and I don't think it's coming back for the night. I just wanted to go to sleep but not in the same bed as that jerk. I tried to get as comfortable as I could on the couch before falling asleep, or at least trying to.

  The following morning I woke up a little past 7 A.M. with the sun shining from the windows. I couldn’t really sleep much last night because of the couch and my neck was sore from trying to force comfort. With a sigh I sat up rubbing my neck, hopefully a shower would wear off the soreness; so I headed for it. Just before that I peaked at my phone and saw it was Wednesday, gym day. Normally I wouldn’t shower first if I was going to the gym in the morning but I did anyways this time hoping to fix the soreness, I can’t have a proper workout otherwise. In my gym attire and gym bag in hand, I headed out for the gym, not bothering to wake Michael up. Why should I? If he cares about his fitness he should be able to wake up and get ready on without my having to wake him up. It could also be because I haven’t forgotten what happened last night and his dick behavior.

  I didn’t intend to spend longer than an hour in the gym so after a brief warm-up on the treadmill I began working out my legs. As I worked out, my mind kept wandering to the events of last night but i didn’t want to think about it, I was still angry for being treated like that. I tried ignoring those thoughts and put the anger into pushing myself harder at the workout.

  A while later I heard someone call my name. It was Jack. “Where’s Michael?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care” I said bluntly

  “Oh, he didn’t come with you?”

  “What do you think Jack?”

  “Jeez, you don’t have to be rude about it” Jack said and began walking away

  “Jack wait, sorry…” I apologized quickly realizing how much of a jerk I sounded like, “We got into a fight”

  “Oh, why didn’t he come home last night?”

  “He did… lets just say, he left me hanging” I said trying to be subtle

  “Yea… sounds like Michael alright” Jack chuckled, Jack looked like he was going to say something else but then just said he’d see me around and went off. I resumed my workout and was able to finish in time like I planned. On the way back home, I stopped by McDonalds and grabbed breakfast, hoping to eat it at home since I didn’t want to get food stains in the car. The first thing I see when I open the door though is a very unhappy Michael on the couch, looks like breakfast is going to have wait. 

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Chapter 26: Michael

So I was the type of guy that doesn't really think twice about the stuff I do, more of an impulsive person I would say and admittedly that has gotten me into some shitty situations but I wouldn't put this one on the list.

  What was I thinking? was I even thinking?

  I tried to clear my head of it but who was I kidding. No matter how many times I try, there was no denying the fact that I did it.

  I fucking kissed Blake.

  This would've been better for me if he was weirded by it or something but he so willingly kissed me back.

  I know a kiss doesn't really compare to putting my dick in him and you could argue that was normal since there was no doubt that if I wasn't on a bus now to see my band mates, we would have ended up having sex.

  Another thing that was bothering me was how weak my resolve was. What was wrong with me? I asked myself.

  I couldn't avoid it though, the train of thought just went on and flashing images of that incident just came to me making me feel uncomfortable. I tried not thinking about it any further but it didn't help that the guy seated in front of me had the same shade of blonde hair.

  I didn't like the way it made me feel queesy just by the thought provoking me. I hated how I was so willing earlier, hated how my lust had took over the better part of my judgement but I was so thankful that my band's urgent need of me saved me from probably an internal battle I would've had with myself if we did go all the way.

  A text from Jack told me that they were at Pizza Hut which was at the 3rd floor of the mall. It was weird that they asked to meet here instead of maybe one of their places but I shrugged it off thinking maybe they had good news so they'd normally want to celebrate. For a second I got excited, thinking maybe they'd hear back from the record company but then why didn't they just said so through the phone?

  What was so urgent that they needed to see me in person for. I spotted the three seating in a booth inside the restaurant. They were talking animatedly while stuffing their faces with pizza.

  It was Jack who noticed me standing outside, and he made a notion for me to come in.

  "Hey Mike, sup man?" he called as I walked up to their table. Both Max and Paul gave a wave of acknowledgement since their mouths were full.

  My stomach suddenly rumbled as the scent of the pizza engulfed me. I was hungry. In my hurry to come see my band, I had forgotten all about breakfast, that and Blake distracted me while I was preparing it.

  It took some restraint from my part not to just dive in and pig out like the rest of them. I had to know something more important. Sadly more important than the cheesy mouth-watering treat in front of me.

  Honestly I expected them to just tell me something along the lines "Hey Mike, we got the contract! That's why we're celebrating. Want a slice man?" So it bugged me a little that I just stood there while they ate.

  "Something wrong dude?" Jack asked seeing as I hadn't said anything since I got there.

  "Yea. Do you guys mind filling me in? You know when I get a text saying band meeting urgent, I would like to think there's something you guys would wanna say that I dunno.... Might be important?" I said emphasizing the last word.

  "Oh. That." Jack paused to swallow what was in his mouth. "Well we just wanted to hang out man. You know, just the four us" 

  "Are you serious? What's so 'urgent' about that?" I asked incredulously

  "Well we talked about it" he jerked his head towards Max and Paul. "and we sort of agreed that if we did just ask to hang out you'll come up with some bullshitty reason why you can't. So we decided to try if you'd come if we told you there was an 'important' band meeting, and we were right." Jack said nonchalantly, confirming as my presence was a proof that their idea was somehow correct.

  For a second, I didn't know what to say. I thought about it, and honestly, they were right. If they did ask if I wanted to hang out with them, I'd probably say something along the lines of 'maybe next time' or 'I'm busy'. It wasn't because I didn't want to or anything. I'd say it was just the lazy part of me that didn't like the idea of going out of the house. I thought I'd be somewhat mad or upset at them for tricking me but I wasn't. I was just hungry.

  "Well... I'm here now." I said. A tiny part of me was disappointed that they didn't have any news regarding the gig we did yesterday which was still bugging me. Brushing those thoughts away, I looked at my band mate's happy faces. I shouldn't be worrying so much I told myself. With a small smile, I told Jack to scoot over and joined them for their Pizza brunch.

  Once I was contently full after eating about 5 slices of pizza, I had no time to relax. They insisted we watch a movie and I didn't mind.

  It was somewhere around 4 when the movie ended and I thought maybe they wanted to call it a day. Not that I was in a hurry or anything but it turned out that they still had plans. Well at least two of them. Paul reluctantly parted with the group when something had come up and he apologized so many times that it took him about 10 minutes more of just saying he'll make up for it in the future before he finally left.

  Part of the reason why I don't like going out is that I tend to spend a lot when I do. I was bad with handling my money that's why I often ask Blake for some.

  Blake's job is what pays rent and the bills. I sometimes help too with the meager dough I make from small gigs, and of course the allowance my folks give me every month but that wasn't really enough to live by on my own.

  That is why I want that recording contract so badly. I wouldn't have to depend so much on Blake's money and maybe then I could actually get stuff I want at home that Blake doesn't. Like bacon, I mean who doesn't love bacon? Blake apparently. I could get more cheese or even just a bottle of vodka or rum every now and then. I thought it was pretty lame of Blake refusing to buy such just because he doesn't drink.

  Which makes it funnier because I was pretty sure that that night, he was intoxicated. Was that why he....

  There was that queesy feeling again in my stomach as always when I thought about Blake and that night. No. I wasn't gonna let it affect me. Not now. Not never. Why should I care if Blake decides to get other dudes put their cocks in his ass? If he wanted to be a slut, that was on him. Blake's sex life wasn't my problem  and nor did I intend to be part of it anymore. But even as I said it, there was a bit of doubt to my own words that I felt I would fail again in a moment of weakness like earlier.

  I decided I would worry about that later. No. Never. I was here, with my friends and I should make the most out of that. Despite Paul's absence the two of them were still willing to hangout for as long as they pleased. We did a lot of window-shopping, finding it pleasing to talk about all the stuff we'd buy once we were all famous rock stars.

  "I'm gonna buy that big ass plasma screen TV. Can you imagine playing games on that thing?" Jack asked excitedly but then his features twisted into an unpleasant look. "Of course, I'd have to buy a new console..." he let the words hang in the air but clearly directed them to me.

  "Hey, I told you if you want to get it, just tell Blake." I half smiled. Every time I mentioned his name a tiny pang of irritation and uneasiness at the pit of my stomach so I opted to shift the topic.

  "So how are things with you in Nells?" I asked.

  For a second I saw something in his face but couldn't really tell what was it but he gave a shrug "Fine, I guess..." Thankfully he didn't notice the abruptly change, or did he? I couldn't really tell.

  Much to my wallet's dismay, they wanted to go grab dinner. That was a bit of a problem not because I was cheap or anything, I just didn't expect I'd be spending much today so I didn't bring a lot of much cash with me.

  We were already in line at some fast food chicken joint when Max's cellphone rang. Jack and I watched, both curious as to who'd call him since last we checked, Maxfield was single. When he hung up, he turned to us apologetically saying he had to go.

  "Was that your mom?" I couldn't help myself as the comment rolled off my tongue. I didn't mean it to be but Max looked offended but before I could say it was a joke and apologize, he had already walked off.

  "Well that sucks." Jack frowned. "Do you still want to eat here? I mean I don't really like the chicken here. 90% of it it just breading. I don't understand why Max loves it here so much. I gave him a shrug and told him I wasn't really hungry. For a second, I thought he would want to head back to his apartment too since it was already a quarter to eight. He would often call it quits since he preferred having dinner with his girlfriend, Nellie but astonishingly, he had other plans.

  And that was going to the arcade. I didn't object though since he paid for all the tokens in the cup that he kept shaking, like a homeless person begging for money. Except for the fact maybe that his cup actually had coins in them. There was something weird about spending time with Jack alone. Not that there was anything wrong with him. It might've sounded weird considering he was my best friend and the one I was closest to in the band but I realized that I usually hang out with him, it was usually in a group. Or perhaps maybe because I never went to the mall with an intention of having a date with Jack.

  "Okay Weisman." he said as he stopped over one of those basketball machines where there was a hoop you'd try to shoot balls into. "Tell you what, let's have a little contest here. If I win..." he paused cockily smirking as he rubbed the tip of his unshaven face. He looked like an evil master mind scheming something evil, which somehow, wasn't really far from the truth as I recalled the last time I lost to a contest to him. I had to address him as 'Master' for a week,

  "You'd have to do anything I tell you to do." he said.

  "And what do I get if I win?"

  He shrugged and that annoyingly cocky smirk stayed plastered on his face. That was the thing with with me and Jack that brought us closer. We were similar in a lot of ways. For once, we so competitive in nature that we loved challenging each other, our egos and prides always clashing together. We were both so naturally arrogant that you would wonder why we would even get along. I guess it was just a manly drive wanting to prove your superiority over another dude. Like being the Alpha male, which in this case, I wasn't going to let him.

  "Well?" I asked since he hadn't answered my question."

  "Well... of course that assuming you can"

  And like that I wanted nothing more than to put him in his place. When he started first, he showed off spinning the ball on his index finger and already wasting about five seconds. Despite his cocky attitude, he was legit good at basketball and it was no surprise he was good at this too. He managed to score a twenty nine and I'm guessing more if he didn't spend half the time mocking me and showing off.

  "Top that Mike." he patted me on the shoulder as he stepped aside from the machine. I took a deep breath as I dropped the token in the coin slot. I wasn't so good with basketball and neither was my hand-eye coordination top notch, but if I was good at something, it was being an opportunist. Unlike Jack, I didn't waste any time and tried shooting as much balls as I could. I heard him chuckle and mock my sloppy technique but he grew quiet as my score neared his, with still twenty seconds to spare. When I was at twenty six, my anxiety got the better of me, making me miss most of my shots. With only ten seconds to the clock, I focused as much as I could without panicking. I can do this.

  Ten...Nine... Point.... Eight... Seven.... Six..... Point... Five... Miss.... Four.... Three... Point,,, Two... Miss... One.... Point!

  The bell had rung indicating the timer was up and slowly, a huge grin grew on my face,

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Update

well for those of you that's maybe wondering if bromance will ever update... yea it will. My deepest apologies for such a long delay but it's really hard to find time to write especially when there isn't any inspiration. We have a lot of stuff planned in the upcoming chapters and for those still interested, if any, you'll have something to look forward to this week

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Chapter 25: Blake

After a few hours of enduring an uncomfortable flight where a kid behind me constantly kept kicking my seat, I finally touched down back in L. A. I was away for a few days, went back to my hometown in Miami to visit my mother who had a small accident. It was also a good time to visit the rest of my family and it was nice to see them all again but it's good to be back here in Los Angeles. I waited for a while at the pickup area outside the airport. Michael was supposed to pick me up so I wasn’t surprised if he was late or something. I would call or text him but my battery died earlier on the plane so all I could pretty much do was just wait.

I can't explain it honestly, I find girls attractive that's for sure but the stuff I've done with guys kinda cancels out me being straight. Just to be clear, I've only ever done sexual things with 2 guys, Michael and Chord. Chord, I kept thinking about because there was something not right with it, especially the kiss. I can still remember how I wanted his lips on mine, how I wanted to kiss him so badly.

 The whole time I was away I was thinking of Chord quite a bit whenever my mind was unoccupied it would wonder of to thoughts about the guy. I've also had this urge, to talk to him... I don't know why I just had that feeling I restrained myself from even sending him a text though. I wanted to figure out things before I do anything further. I can't figure this out by myself though; I needed someone to talk to. Michael is definitely not on the list of candidates I can confide in, well okay I'll be fair. He does have my back at times and I can confide in him but maybe not this situation. I don’t know how he’d take me having sex with another dude.

 My second option was Aylin. The problem with her is that, well... she thinks I’m straight, I don’t know how she’d react to the news that I slept with I guy I just met.

Before any of this though, I needed to get home first. I sighed heavily as I realized Michael must’ve forgotten about me. Just when I thought of getting a taxi home instead, the unmistakably silver Toyota that belonged to me drove past and Michael pulled up by pick up area.

 As I approached the car I noticed he had a pair of aviator shades covering his eyes and was chewing on gum. "What up bro?" "Don't what up me" I said with clear frustration in my tone, throwing my bags in the back seat I got in the car next to him before we drove off. "Someone clearly didn't have a good flight" "True, but the guy that was supposed to pick me up when I landed made it even worse when he came late" I said in a cheery tone as a form of sarcasm. "Sorry, sorry, I had to meet up with the band first" Michael apologized and he actually sounded sincere "Oh yea my bad, I forgot somebody's getting signed to a label. Now they're gonna be a rock star and is gonna get busy with their music, probably won't even have time for me in the future" I began to tease Michael giving up my frustrated mood "Oh come man don't say that, I mean, if this acting thing doesn't work out for you I'd be more than happy to hire you as my maid" "Fuck you man" I punched Michael's shoulder but not hard enough to hurt him and we chuckled "Well anyways, did you get your best friend in the world anything?" "Dude I went to my hometown to visit my family not on vacation" "So… is that a no…?" The ride back home was about an hour and by the time we reached home it was about 5 p.m. Michael was nice enough to help me in with my bag and as he swung open the door I was surprised to find the place rather neat, I mean there was a tank top laying on the couch and a couple beer cans on the coffee table but I expected a pig sty. "Is… something wrong?" Michael asked noticing my expression "Yea… something's missing" "Missing? What?" He glanced around the place to see if he could spot what was missing "The mess"

I got an eye roll from Michael. Setting my bag down I crashed on the couch, glad to be back home. Michael headed into the bedroom leaving me so I simply enjoyed the comfort the couch could offer and next thing I know I'm waking up to the smell of food radiating from the kitchen. My stomach grumbled as I gained consciousness.

I stretched and glanced at my phone to notice it was almost 8 pm. I slowly made my way into the kitchen and saw Michael cooking, it was fried rice. "Smells good Mike" I complimented, the Asian dish didn't smell like it usually would though. Apparently Michael added a twist to the recipe he got online, my mouth was already watering just watching the rice being cooked, and hearing it just sizzle on the stove added on to it. Since Michael wasn't done cooking yet I decided to hop in the shower for a quick freshening up and I was just in time to see him turn the stove off as I came out with a towel wrapped around my hips. I got dressed in a black tank top and pajama pants before heading back to the kitchen, ready to be served dinner. I was ready to start eating the moment Michael put a plate for me but out of courtesy I waited for him to sit at the dining table before starting to eat. On the first spoon of food itself I could clearly taste the cheese mixed in the rice, there was also some chopped up chicken and sausages with onions and tiny potatoes.

I don't think I have ever eaten cheesy fried rice but it really tasted good, makes the rice more thicker in texture; "Bro, this is so good I don't think 1 plate is gonna be enough for me" I said with a mouthful of food. Maybe it's just because I was really hungry or something but seriously the food tasted superb. I was quick to eat everything on my plate, all 3 helpings of Michael’s cheesy fried rice. I did feel a bit guilty for eating too much but oh well, I figured I’d just go for a run tomorrow.

"Hey Michael, I wanted to ask you something" "Yea?" He asked. I went on to explain a favour I needed from him, well technically not for me.

When I was back at Miami, I ran into an old friend who was filming a short movie for a project, he had a script and everything done all he needed was actors and he asked me since he knew I was trying to be an actor myself and basically he asked me to help him find people to cast for his short film.

 Obviously I'm gonna cast myself because, well because I can and I don't really know who else I'm gonna cast but when I saw there was a 'bad ass' character I just knew the perfect person for it. "It's really simple man, you literally just gotta be yourself, act the lines out as a cool bad ass guy and with you it’d be a walk in the park" I explained. I honestly thought it would be really cool to be on camera next to Michael.

 "I don't know… how much am I getting paid for it?" Michael popped the question I was hoping to avoid. "Well, it's a project for school dude, so no one’s getting a penny" I explain and instantly I see Michael get turned off by the idea. I still persisted trying to convince him and repeatedly mentioned the fact that he was perfect for the role.

 "Okay okay, I get it, perfect for the role, whatever Blake" I could sense Michael getting frustrated. "So you'll do it?" "I'll think about it" "Well you gotta let me know soon because we have a dead line and I gotta know soon or else it's just gonna compli-" "I said I'll think about it" Michael slightly raised his voice. Well, I tried to squeeze an answer from him on the spot but looks like I gotta wait. After dinner we settled on the couch and watched a little TV while Michael told me all about his audition and whatever happened, "I don't know, I just feel like if I didn't mess up that line they would've given an instant ok or something" "Dude no, you missed up one tiny part of 3 whole songs, they aren't gonna say no all because of that. They probably can't give an instant answer because they gotta discuss and talk about if you guys are profitable to them and what it takes to make you guys marketable" "I guess…" Michael pushed his lips to the side still looking a little down "Hey Mike, come on bro don't think about it now, whatever they say I’m sure it’s nothing bad, so stop worrying okay?" I tried to convince the guy.

 We continued to watch TV for a whole longer before I felt myself dozing off, after a while I felt Michael carry me to the bed with my arm around his neck. I wasn't completely awoken up though just semi conscious so I was fast to fall asleep when I was in bed.

Come morning I was the first one awake, so I freshened up and got changed for my morning run. The tank top I had on were just fine so I just had to change into shorts but instead of using fresh ones I used a pair of basket ball shorts that were already set for laundry. They weren't clean but not like I'm going to be after my run either. See that's smart right there. When I was about to leave I thought of asking Michael if he wanted to go along but the guy was still sound asleep. I would've tried to wake him up but that would take at least a good 10 minutes just for me to get him out of bed so I decided to go solo on this run since I was also time conscious; I had to go to work today. Arriving at the neighborhood park, I did a few static stretches before starting my run, workout music playing through my headphones. I ran around the park once and a half which took me about 30 minutes, the amount of time I intended to run for. I strolled back home as a cool down and when I got back home I saw two large moving trucks parked in the drive way of the house next to ours. That house had been vacant for the past few months and I guess someone's finally moving in now. I thought I'd go over and welcome them and start off right with the newcomers.

 So I made my way over and the moving guys were busy shifting things from the truck into the house, without hindering their way I stood by the side and rang the door bell; the bird chirping kind. The moving guys had brown uniforms on so when someone not in a uniform came to the door I assumed he was the owner, "Hi, can I help you?" he smiled. He had curly black hair and bushy eye brows. His hazel brown eyes gleamed with excitement as if he had seen a celebrity, well maybe I was a celeb in the making, I kid. "Hey, I'm Blake and I live right next door. I saw the trucks so I figured someone's moving in and thought I'd come over and say hi" I introduced myself "Nice to meet you Blake, my name is Darren and yea, today's moving day" he exclaimed in excitement. "Well I was just out for a run so I'm still a little sweaty, sorry ‘bout that" I wiped the sweat that formed on my forehead and ran a hand through my hair combing it backwards, "but I gotta go now and get ready for work or I'm gonna be late. Nice meeting you Darren, If you need any help at all, don't be shy to ask okay?" I said goodbye and made my way back to my home to find Michael in the kitchen already cooking breakfast. I just love having a roommate who can cook, but to have a roommate who can cook awesomely? Yea, I'm pretty lucky. Michael was in nothing but a pair of boxers and an apron to cover his torso, I walked up behind the guy to peak at what he had cooking when I noticed a drop of sweat roll down his back. Instantly I was reminded of when we were back at Mr. Webber's mansion and something similar occurred, it was like déjà vu. I shook it off and to get my mind off it I wrapped my arms around Michael's waist, "Hey honey, I'm back home" I pretended as though we were a married couple as a joke.

"Dude back off, you're sweaty" he whined. For some reason I got a boner at that moment which I didn't hesitate to grind on Michael, in the name of messing around of course. Michael tried to wiggle me off but I hugged him tighter and that's when I realized the guy also had an erection of his own. "Fuck you Blake!" Michael exclaimed breaking the hold I had on him making me wince, in an unexpected move he turned around, grabbed me by my hips pulling me close and touched lips with me, and kissed me. I was completely taken off guard by the move

I didn't stop the kiss though, I didn't want to either. I won't lie, I kinda liked what was going on, wasn't the usual thing but still liked it no doubt. Wasn't long before I got into the kiss and was kissing him back making out with Michael. Instinctually my hands went to undo the knot that held the apron to his body to toss it aside which Michael didn't object to. Without breaking the lip contact we made our way to the couch in the living room, when we were close to it Michael took my tank top off leaving me topless like him and pushed me down on the couch; I landed on my back and Michael got on top of me to resume the kiss. Michael ran his hands through my hair while my hands roamed his body wildly, feeling him up. I guess because of the heat from the cooking in the kitchen, Michael himself was sweating so my hands just glided around his body as my lust for the bad boy grew. I never wanted him this much, never felt this rush in me that I wanted someone's body so much that nothing mattered (nothing except clothes coming off and something going into someone.) The kiss was very very heated by now, our tongues battled for dominance in my mouth and I just had a feeling all this wasn’t gonna end anytime soon.

All of a sudden, a phone rang interrupting us; it was Michael's. He broke the kiss and reached for the phone on the coffee table next to us but I slapped his hands, "Fuck that, don’t answer it" I pulled him back into the kiss. He complied but the phone kept ringing and I felt Michael's reluctance to end the lip contact but he did to attend to the stupid call, whoever the fuck it is they were interrupting at a bad timing. I sighed, frustratedly running my hand through my hair and rested my head on it while I watched Michael. My other hand of course couldn't behave itself and continued roaming Michael's abs felling him up before moving lower to stroke his erection over his boxers, and boy was he hard; I couldn't wait to play with his manhood. "Oh shit, fuck fuck fuck fuck" Michael cussed and got off me, in a blink he disappeared into the bedroom. "Bro what the fuck man!?" I asked getting more frustrated "I gotta go dude" was all he said. In less than a minute he was all dressed and about to head out the front door "Where the hell are you going…" "I'm sorry bro I gotta go but don't jerk off, hold that load till I get back. Let's do it right when I get back, I promise I'll make it worth it" Michael flashed his signature bad boy smirk and it felt like I would melt. I bit my lip and nodded, that's all I could manage. When Michael left, I leaned back on the couch, closed my eyes and pulled my boner out and began stroking thinking about the hot scene that just took place between me and Michael; fuck was it hot. I used my other hand to feel myself up, squeeze my chest and play with my nipple, damn I needed to unload but no, not just yet; I'm gonna wait to 'do it right'. I got reminded that I had to be somewhere myself. I panicked looking at the clock and hopped in the shower to get ready, hopefully I wasn’t late for work.

I was in the middle of getting ready when a realization hit me, something that had happened only once before and that was when he was drunk... but... he was completely sober right now and it felt weird, good weird but...  I don’t know what to think of it. When at the heat of the moment it felt right but... I kept wondering why he did it.

Michael Weisman just kissed me sober.

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[b-romancefic]

Chapter 24: Michael

Today is a winding road, it’s taken me to places that I didn’t want to go...

I hummed to the song on my iPod as I sat there on one of the benches of Blockmore Studios. Today, in this place, we’d been ask to perform a somewhat private show for some people who may be potentially interested in booking our band, Break Out Fuse, a recording contract. They were from Hopeless Records and according to Jack, my best friend slash lead guitarist of the band, these people saw a video someone put on YouTube of us performing in the bar at Palm Springs, a night I don’t even recall so much of. I mean I know we went there just the events were kinda hazy in my memory.

The receptionist asked me if I had a reservation and as I looked it up; our band already had the time slot for the next hour.

Was I still nervous?

You bet.

I couldn’t keep at ease for the first few minutes I got there and that’s when I decided to occupy myself the best way I know how, and that’s with some music. To think I’d be so fed up now to the songs we’d be singing in a few given the additional 20 play count it had just for this day but here I was, listening to the 2-track playlist I made this morning of Boys Like Girl’s “Thunder” and One Republic’s “Counting Stars” since the third song we intended to play was an original, didn’t have that yet on my iPod.

The first ones to arrive were Paul and Maxfield, since they lived close to each other, I’m guessing they carpooled in Max’s van. They greeted me with a smile and asked if I was doing okay which I lied with an immediate “Yea.” I mean no point in telling them I wanted to back out since the future of our band kinda depended on me, the lead singer.

Jack soon arrived about ten minutes to the given hour and a sudden flash of thought struck me wondering if he’d made up with his girlfriend already but I decided to put that later after all of this was done.

“You guys ready for this?” Max asked looking from everyone across the waiting room. Jack was standing up looking at the posters, while Paul was just sitting quietly in another bench. Both of them said yea and when I didn’t answer, Max then went to sit down next to me. Contrary to me being dressed in a jacket over a red shirt and skinny jeans, Maxfield was just wearing a plain white shirt and worn out jeans, not that it didn’t look good on him; I just thought it was rather simple for the occassion.

“You okay Mike?” Max asked putting an arm around my shoulder.

“Yea... just nerves” I said shaking my head as if that would shake off the anxiety.

“You can do this man, this is just another jamming session” he said.

“Yea only there are people who are gonna be watching us, people who could you know...” Jack said shrugging. “Decide our fate?” he then turned back to the postered walls as if he didn’t speak at all.

“We got this in the bag Mike...” Max rubbed my shoulder trying to reassure me and like my earlier Skype call with Blake, it only made me feel confident for about a second or two, and then the doors opened, and in came three men all in fancy business suits and I didn’t need to ask to know who they were. Two of them were in black while one of them was in a grey suit.

“Ah well well, you guys must be Break Out Fuse” one of them spoke up as soon as they saw us huddled by the waiting room. He was the one wearing a grey suit, a rather plump guy, somewhere around his late thirties and he had balding short brown hair.

The four of us got to our feet and stood in front of them and everyone including Jack put on a smile before our three audiences.

The plump guy looked at each and every one of our faces and turned to his colleagues, the one who had messy black hair and rectangular framed glasses. He whispered something which I wish I could hear cause I had a feeling they were talking about us. Four eyes nodded twice as chubby continued whispering so I could only guess he was agreeing with whatever the guy in a grey suit was saying.

“Alright, I’m sorry about that but nice to meet you all... I’m Mr. Stanton, executive at Hopeless Records but you can call me Pete” Chubby said offering a hand.

I took his hand which was cold with sweat, and I resisted the urge to pull my hand back the moment I felt it wet. “Nice to meet you too Mr. Stanton, I am Michael Weisman and I am the head of the band.” I grinned.

“Oh, the head huh? So where’s the rest of the body?” he gave a porky little laugh which was kinda creepy which was followed by an awkward silence when no else found his joke funny. Mr. Stanton cleared his throat to break the silence and he pursed his lips looking at the rest of the band and I registered this as a signal for their introduction.

“Uhh... yea these are my band mates, Jack” I gestured towards them as I say their name. “Max, and Paul.”

“Hmm... I see...” Mr. Stanton rubbed his stubby little chin before turning once again to his colleagues. “What do you think boys?”

“I think it’s time to hear what these guys have for us” the other guy said checking his watch. He had a short dark brown pony tail and a beard that he hadn’t shaved for a few months.

“Oh Malcolm, always in a rush you...” Mr. Stanton joked again and almost laughed but thank god he didn’t.

We got in the booth that the receptionist told us which was a room located at the end of the hallway. The three men followed us but didn’t enter, instead just stood outside the booth and watched us through the rectangular glass window.

The inside of the booth was air-conditioned but somehow I was sweating. Everyone went to their own instruments which were provided by the studio of course, Paul on his drums, Jack and Max on their guitars while I took the bass. After strapping it around me, I looked on to our watchers and they all had expectant looks talking to one another. I bet they were already talking amongst themselves about us. I wonder what they said to each other though.

I shook my head. No time to worry about that now. I plugged in my amp and adjusted the microphone on the stand to level with my mouth.

The door to the booth opened and Mr. Stanton’s porky little head popped in. “Whenever you’re ready boys” he smiled.

This was it.

Now was the time to show them that we are indeed worthy of being on their record label. I turned to my band mates and I gave them a nod. Paul banged his drumsticks together. Once, Twice, three times.

Show time.

Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep... dreaming about the things that we could be, but baby I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard... said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars.

Yea we’ll be counting stars...

I gave them my signature smirk as the music opened up. Closing my eyes and reopening them, I pictured a crowd of fans screaming for our band. We weren’t clammed up inside a studio booth, we were playing for a sold out arena. I felt the song, gave it my all and sang with as much emotion as I could. What that emotion was, Passion, Anger, Happiness, Ecstasy, I didn’t care. The high of performing took over me and I just felt like I was doing awesome.

Just doin’ what we’re told.

“Ay aaaaayie  aay!” As soon as the pre-chorus came though, this was what I’ve been fearing, I faltered a little on the high note which I felt so ashamed of. I didn’t let it get to me though, and thankfully on the second time I heard Max back me up on vocals.

The rest of the song went well though and we transitioned next to Thunder after Counting Stars and we just nailed this song.  I didn’t need to try since I sang this song so many times in the past. The whole time I didn’t see the three men but just pictured a loving audience screaming for our band’s name.

Thunder smoothed out perfectly into our last and original song. A song called ‘Turn Around’ which Jack and I wrote. Well technically he wrote it but I helped with some of the lyrics, particularly.

I gave the best of me to keep you happy

That wasn’t enough “we’re over” that’s what you said so gladly

But now you’re coming just when I moved on baby

It won’t work, won’t work, you don’t get to turn around...

And say I love you.

And with the last beat of the drum as Paul ended with the outro, the music hung on to its last note. My whole system, still pumping with adrenaline just took a second to embrace reality.

It was over.

I wasn’t on stage to a million of adoring fans screaming for an encore. There were no “I <3 Michael” signs in the air. No. In front of me was that glass window and behind it were three men in business suits.

And they were all straight faced except for Mr. Stanton who had a small smile on his face.

I was panting, out of breath, yet I still felt like I could go on for a 10km run, okay maybe that was an exaggeration.

The door to the booth opened and Mr. Stanton stepped in first looking rather pleased with himself. I still was on a high after that performance that I couldn’t make out what he was saying, like I could tell he was saying something but it didn’t make sense to me. It was as if it was a TV playing somewhere in the back that you could hear that there’s sound but you couldn’t really make anything out of it.

“We’ll let you guys know.” Was all I understood as he left the booth with a nod towards us and then the three of them left.

The high I was on slowly started to burn out. Everything was getting clearer by the second.

And that’s when I realized... that they didn’t give an answer.

I had this mindset that after this performance, I would have some kind of answer to whether we’d get signed on that record label or something but nothing. He didn’t say yes. Why I mean we gave it our all, and honestly we did sound good except for the slight hiccup. What did we do wrong? Why didn’t they...

“Shit man! That was sooo awesome!” Jack said snapping me out of the stupor I was falling into. I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t alone in the room although it did felt like I was a couple of seconds ago.

Turning back to my band mates, I see they were all smiling and bro-fisting one another which confused me a little.

What did I miss?

“You okay man?” Jack asked me as he realized I was blankly staring at them. I nodded lightly but still stared at the sight of my band mates rejoicing. I wanted to ask them why they were all so happy but then something just stopped me seeing them like that. Didn’t they hear what Mr. Stanton had said? He didn’t sign us up so why they were acting like they won the lottery, I didn’t know.

I was the first one to exit the booth since they were all still talking to each other when I left. What could I have done that would’ve made things better was all I kept asking myself. It felt like it was my entire fault why they didn’t give as a yes. I strolled down the hall back to the waiting room just pondering if I could’ve done something differently that just might’ve affected their decision. Maybe if I didn’t choke on that high note.

“Hey Mike” Max called after me “We were going down to Subway to get some grub, wanna come with?”

“No thanks dude, I think I’mma head home” I said.

“What? Already?! BOOOOO!” Jack hissed as he stepped up next to Max with Paul soon joining them.

“Yea, I have to do some errands... ” I lied. I didn’t really need to do anything; I just didn’t feel like hanging around.

“Errands? Since when did you become so responsible?” Jack teased but I ignored him.

“Maybe that errand is his girlfriend” Paul joked which got Jack and him laughing.

“Yea, at least I have a girlfriend” I quipped back.

“Ohh... burn!” Jack was having the time of his life with his laughs while Paul looked like he was a bit offended and just turned away from me.

“You sure you’re not coming with us?” Max asked oblivious to the little exchange that happened just now.

“Yea, just later I guess...” I say. I parted ways with them and just drove off, heading nowhere exactly, maybe just the empty house that was waiting for me.

[b-romancefic]

So the first drawing I posted on tumblr was kinda like this and it was for a friend except it was more cartoony....  

[b-romancefic]

Chapter 23: Michael

"So... I'll be seeing you I guess..."

  "Yea..." Blake and I stood there not saying anything else, oblivious to the others who were shuffling past us as they went on with their own businesses. Blake, who took a sudden interest in his shoes, had a slight frown as we remained in silence. Ever since the whole couch incident last night, we hadn't really talked to each other. Even on the way to the airport, the car trip was as silent as it could be.

  Blake seemed to hesitate for a second more before he muttered "okay I guess" and started to turn away. Stopping him halfway, I took a step closer and pulled Blake in a one arm hug, which clearly caught him by surprise.

  "Take care, okay?" I whispered into his ear.

  "I'll only be gone a few days bro..." he half smiled as gave him a pat on the back. "but yea... I will. Just don't burn the house or something."

  I grinned.

  Supposedly I had a date with my girlfriend Dianna but she texted me earlier saying she couldn't make it today since she had an important appointment.

  Come on Michael, what do you usually do on a normal day? (Besides bugging my roommate who was now probably on a plane back to his hometown, Miami, I don't know really)

  God I need to go get a life.

  I turned right as I passed by the gym me and Blake went to and drove my way straight till I reached the block where a blue bricked apartment was.

  "Open up faggot!" I pounded the door carelessly, as I rocked back and forth on my heels. After a few seconds, the door burst open and a guy who wasn't as good looking as me greeted me with a slight scowl on his face.

  "What are you doing here, band practice isn't until tomorrow or did you forget aga-"

  "Oh shut up, I just came here to chill with you dude" I flung an arm around his shoulder as I said so.

  "Err...  I can't right now dude. I kinda have to meet up with Nellie at the mall in..." he paused as he looked behind at the wall clock which showed it was about a quarter to noon. "Holy shit! Listen man, I'm kinda running late and I really got to go pick up Nells."

  "Well I don't really have anything to do for the day, why don’t I drive you up there. I’ll just chill around the mall I guess.” I said. Seeing that Jack had no objections, I waited for him to change and once ready, we went on our way to the mall. I noticed he was a little uncomfortable riding in Blake’s car and I’m sure his fear of my roommate was still there.

  We managed to get there with ease due to minimal traffic on the way. The mall wasn’t too crowded itself and we managed to get a good parking spot a short distance from the entrance. Nellie was already there waiting with a shopping bag around her arm. Surprise hit her as she saw me but she nevertheless gave me a smile and a wave.

  “Hey Mike, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Nothin’ really, just thought I’d dropped him off” I jerked my thumb towards Jack “I came from the airport where I just dropped my roommate off too” I explained further.

“Oh, okay, well... do you want to maybe join us for lunch? I mean if you’d like to” Nellie offered.

“Well...” I turned to Jack to see if it was okay with him since I didn’t want to feel like a 3rd wheel or something but he didn’t seem to mind himself. “Sure why not?”

  Well maybe because they’re a couple and eating lunch with them would surely make you feel like you’re intruding on something private.

  No matter their assurance that is was okay, I still felt a little bit awkward as I sat opposite the two in a booth of a Chinese restaurant. It was an all-you-can-eat dimsum place and according to them, this was a really good place. Seeing that the place was almost full, I believed them.

The resto was really authentic looking for a Chinese place with all the little ornaments of tiny golden statues and Chinese letters painted on the red walls.              

Our table had a little steamer at the middle where you were supposed to drop the cold dimsum they would serve and let it cook there. I let Jack and Nellie do the ordering since they knew the place and we got comfortable in our table waiting for our food.

“So are you guys pumped up for tomorrow?” Nellie asked excitedly. With everything going on, I almost forgot about the gig we had tomorrow where we could possibly get signed on to a record label.

“Stoked” I grinned at Nellie. Truthfully, I wasn’t really looking forward to it at all. Like I was wishing it’d be in a week or two. The heavy feeling I always get when I’m under pressure hit me and made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

“You guys can do it, I know you can” Nellie said smiling to her boyfriend. Jack didn’t say anything and I wonder if he was nervous too like I was. There wasn’t much conversation after the talk about the gig and I felt uneasy as we ate in silence, not even the deliciousness of the steamed pork buns could cheer me up, though they were really good.

“What’s wrong baby?” Nellie suddenly asked and I turned to see Jack looking rather unhappy with his thick brows furrowed. “Is it the food?”

“No.” Jack muttered and you could hear the hardness in his tone.

“Then what?”

“Nothing” he grunted and I internally snickered at how bad of an actor Jack was cause clearly something was bothering the guy.

“You sure?” Nellie watched him warily and after a small nod from him, she smiled lightly and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you...” she said softly and I could’ve sworn I saw Jack smile a little but otherwise he retained his grumpy state.

“I love the... umm... chicken feet” I say trying to light up the mood cause it felt like a raincloud just hovered over our table. I stabbed one of the chicken feet that were in some chilli sauce.

“Oh yea, they’re really good.” Nellie said and she took one too. Jack was still looking sour though and I wish I knew why since he suddenly decided to just clam up. Halfway through our third order, I had to go take a leak so I excused myself from the table.

As I got back from the bathroom and returned to our booth, I didn’t expect thing what I arrived to. How did things escalate so far that the two were arguing very loudly, attracting some unwanted attention from the people around.

“Uhh... what’s going on...?” I asked. Nellie turned to me with a glare before she stood up and walked away looking really upset. I looked back to Jack who just gave a huge sigh.

“What’s...-“ but before I could say anything else, he dropped some money on the table and he too stood up, passing me like I wasn’t even there. He strode off, muttering something incoherently and I honestly was just left there dumbfounded of what just happened. I took a 20$ bill out of my back pocket and left it on top of Jack’s money and left the restaurant too since I didn’t feel like eating anymore, also cause I was already kinda full from all the dumplings.

For a second I thought about texting Jack and following him but then I realized I didn’t want to deal with whatever drama he and his girlfriend had right now so I just went and do a little window shopping by myself.

After an hour and a half of walking around the mall, I eventually got bored and just decided to head home. Nothing really extra-ordinary happened during my time at home, in fact it was pretty quiet based on the fact Blake wasn’t home. I found myself lying in bed just listening over and over to ‘Counting Stars’ by One Republic on repeat and singing along to it.

The next thing I knew was my eyes opened to the dim lit surroundings of me and Blake’s bedroom. The headphones I had on, entangled themselves around my neck and it wasn’t a surprise that when I checked my iPod, it was out of battery.

I released myself from the wiry mess and stretched a little. Upon looking on my phone, I saw it was just 5am in the morning, Friday.

Today was the big day.

For some reason, despite it being too early in the morning, I didn’t feel like going back to bed like I would’ve on another regular day but instead I just opted for a bath. Showering at 5am is not something I usually practice but it felt weirdly nice that by a quarter to 6 am, I was already up on my feet, fresh for the day.

I did a bunch of vocal warm ups as I prepared breakfast just wanting to make sure that I sounded my best when the time was needed. By 7:30, I had already eaten, washed the dishes and already showered, I had nothing else to do but wait till 10, the time of our studio session. The house just felt empty without Blake there and I didn’t even feel like watching TV or playing the PS3. I decided to just get on my laptop, something I haven’t in a while.

Was randomly browsing the net and what has been going on with other people’s lives, I rarely go through social networks but doesn’t mean I don’t have ‘em. Going through Twitter, I saw a tweet from @Blake_Jenner posted just 3 minutes ago of a picture with the caption ‘Morning run with brothers #sweaty #energizing’. In the photo, Blake was in the middle while his other two brothers stood either side of him. He was smiling and doing this silly thing where he always held a thumbs up for photos which made me smile.

I tweeted him ‘Nice photo, maybe got some time for this bro here?’ and almost instantly he tweeted back saying ‘Thanks, of course, what’s up?’ I asked him to get on Skype and in a matter of seconds; I was already dialing him up.

Blake appeared on my computer screen as soon as he picked up and I didn’t know we were video calling so instead of being one of those creepy stalker-ish people, I turned my video on too. For a second I felt a bit awkward as Blake and I stared at each other through the screen but then he spoke up.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Hey... not much...” I smiled but then it faltered immediately as soon as I thought about the upcoming gig.

“What’s wrong?” Blake asked, reading me very easily.

“Well... I dunno... maybe because my future depends on how well I do in the next couple of hours...” I said grimly, I didn't have to remind Blake what the next couple hours held for me. "And you're nervous?" Blake asked in somewhat of a 'are you serious?' tone. "You don't understand dude, this can either send me straight to the top or be…" I paused to sigh, "just another false hope" "Hey hey hey, bro, listen, you're gonna go there, do your best and show them the rockstar you are okay? You're going to blow them away and leave them no room to doubt your potential. I mean, come on, who am I talking to huh? You're no ordinary guy. Tell me, who am I talking to huh?" "Blake... you don’t understand, I...”

“What’s that? I can’t understand you pussy...” Blake taunted me with a mischievous smile on his face. “I don’t even know if I’m talking to the bad ass I know, I mean are you really the mother fucking bad ass that I live with? Or are you just some nervous pussy who pretends to like my bro”

That got to me and he was right, I mean come on, why was I getting so nervous when all I had to do was do what I did best, and that’s rock their socks off.

“Fuck you bro, I’m the fucking Mikester!” I smirked and he smiled back.

“That’s right you are, now go show em’ that.”

“I will”

Blake was about to say something when someone else yelled in the back. “Blakey poo! Breakfast is ready!”

I couldn’t help but smile hearing Blake’s mom call him. “Blakey poo huh?”

“Shut up man” Blake blushed a little.

“Aww what’s the matter Blakey poo?” I mocked him this time and he was turning red all over I couldn’t help but chuckle loudly.

“Whatever man, I got-“

“Blakey poo , breakfast is ready... Oh, who are you talking to?” Blake’s mom said as I saw her enter the room from Blake’s camera.

“Oh hey Mrs. J, good morning” I greeted.

“Michael? Is that you?” she asked peering into the camera alongside her son.

“Yep, that’s me.” I smiled.

“How you are doing sweetheart? Everything good out there in LA?” she asked.

“Yea, everything’s fine here, how ‘bout you and that accident, are you alright?”

“Yes they just overreacted dear, nothing serious, but I’m glad my Blakey poo came to visit, it was so thoughtful of him.” She said as she pinched Blake’s cheek.

“Moooom... stoooop...” Blake whined feeling embarrassed I bet and I bit my lower lip in attempt to hold back my laughter.

“Anyhow, I’d like to thank you for looking out for my little baby, I know it must be hard folding his clothes and cooking for him when you don’t need to.” She commented.

“Hey I can take care of myself pretty well mom.” Blake argued

“Oh hush dear, you don’t even know how to fasten up a tie”

“That was once in High school for Prom!”

“So you’re telling me you know how to tie a tie know?” his mom asked.

“N-no, that’s not the point, I’ll just see you downstairs mom.” Blake said and I heard his mom tsked him.”

“Fine... Goodbye Michael, have a nice day sweetheart!” she called disappearing through a door.

“Bye Mrs. J!” I snorted enjoying that sweet little scene of Blake and his mom.

“Cut it out man! It’s not funny” Blake said but I allowed myself a few more chuckles before settling down.  After a momentary silence, Blake then spoke. “Well you better be going...” he then paused to sniff his armpit. “Besides I need to go shower anyways and breakfast is waiting, tell me how it goes okay bad boy?” he smiled.

“I will.” I say but the call had already ended by then. I stared at my laptop screen for a while and the gravity of what was to come suddenly pressed down on my shoulders. That earlier spark of confidence Blake had ignited soon burned out rather quickly and I was left to my own thoughts just anxiously awaiting the next hours of the day. The next couple hours that would determine my future.

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A Little Valentine's Drawing I did...

I know it’s too late but it was something I did and I thought I might just share it with you guys 

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Happy (late) Valentine's Day

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Michael falling asleep on top of Blake 

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Michael’s band (Break Out Fuse)

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Michael Weisman and his band(from my fic B-Romance)

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Chapter 22: Michael

With a sigh I watched the poor little boy being pulled away against his will by his older sister, feeling a little bad I couldn't do anything about it. I continued my journey through the park but I didn't bother popping in my headphones. I came up to a pond I don't usually pass by on the usual route I jog, so I decided to stop by it. The water ecosystem housed a few swans and frogs. Standing close to the water I just blankly watched the surrounding, trying to free my mind of thoughts of any kind. I was succeeding until I spotted a couple, one blonde and the other brown haired with the same hairstyle as Blake. So much for freeing my mind huh? I turned around leaving that spot walking aimlessly again. I just kept walking and walking with no intention of going back home even thought it was just 2 minutes away, I don't know why I had no intention to go back to that empty place just yet. The weather though had other plans, the skies got dark quick and the sun wasn’t shining anymore. People began leaving the park to avoid getting wet in the rain that was sure to come. I kept walking though, hoping the sky would clear up and the sun to shine again. The rain drop I felt on my hair told me fat chance though, with a sigh I decided to just head back home. I opened the door to an empty living room, looking exactly the same as I saw it last. With a sigh I dropped the keys on the table before sinking on the couch. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back trying to relax myself but I constantly saw that image in my mind, that image of my roommate doing the dirty with another guy. I don't know why it bothered me so much but that whole scene I saw has been haunting me.

"GAAAAHHHHH!!" I yelled loudly in frustration throwing the pillow nearby to the front door. Fuck! Why am I letting what Blake did bother me so much, I shouldn't care what he does. It's his own body, it's up to him what he wants to do with it, who he wants to do it with; I shouldn't fucking care. With that mind set I stripped down to my tank top and boxers getting comfortable before turning on the PS3, the video game is sure to get my mind off of things for a few hours. I sighed when I saw the game disc that was in the system, Madden. Putting that disc aside I popped in another game I wanted play before hopping back on the couch. Once the game loaded and I started playing, I didn't notice time fly by at all. Eventually when my stomach grumbled for food I noticed it was almost 5 pm. Setting the game to pause I headed into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat, nothing surprising but there wasn't anything to eat. I was in no mood to cook, not even willing to put the effort into making a sandwich; so the next best thing was instant noodles. Fortunately there was a flask of hot water so I didn't have to boil any, using that I filled up the cup of instant noodles and brought it back to the couch along with a bottle of beer. Once it was cooked I took bites in between while playing my game, I know a lot of people think instant noodles is pretty meh but I really like eating it.

 Another few hours past with me doing nothing but playing the PS3, I don't regret it thought not like I had anything else to do anyways. In the early evening I heard a car pull up into the driveway, wandering who it could be I hit the pause button before walking over to the window to see who that possibly could be. "Wow" I muttered under my breath seeing Chord drop Blake off. I don't how this happened but I felt like in literally a few hours Blake changed so much I don't even know who he is anymore. Unless he's been hiding his sexuality all this while in which case I just… I don't even know what to think of that. You know what I don't care, it's none of my business. I returned back to my game disregarding what I saw, it doesn't concern me so I don't give two shits about it. A couple minutes later the front door opened and Blake stepped in, "hey Michael" "Oh, Blake, what up slut?" I mumbled. "I'm sorry what?" "Nothing…" I trailed off. Blake joined me on the couch sitting next to me. I just kept silent playing my game. "So, what were you doing in the club last night?" Blake asked very casually, as thought the whole Chord thing didn't happen. "I told you last night when we met, Dianna invited me" "Oh, ok I must've forgotten" he laughed, I thought of something sarcastic but kept it to myself. Blake then went silent and was watching me play my game so I just played in silence. At the corner of my eyes I saw Blake move closer to me but he kept his head straight watching the TV, I raised my brow questioningly but he didn't respond so I just shrugged it off. Then slowly I felt his hand snake over to my crotch and he began rubbing it. I froze for a second feeling his hand on my junk, I didn't know what he was trying to do and how I should react either. Should I slap it off or something? On the other hand he just did it with Chord and now he wants to go again with me? What a total slut I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued gaming, thinking maybe he'd just pull his hand away; but he didn't. Shortly I had an erection which Blake rubbed back and forth. I'll admit it felt good. I was supposed to get it on with Dianna last night but that didn't happen so my needs yet to be fulfilled. I didn't feel like doing it with Blake though, (not after knowing what he did). Just when Blake reached into my boxers to pull my boner out I pulled away standing up. He stuttered saying he can explain but I just chuckled at him, wow, I thought to myself. 

I decided I had enough for the day and just chuckled bitterly as I slammed the bedroom door on him leaving him with a lot to think about for the night.

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Chapter 22: Blake

"Water" I struggled to say but it came out really hoarse and I didn’t know if he heard me right. Without hesitation though, the blonde opened the door of the mini-fridge literally next to the bed and handed me a bottle of chilled water. I hungrily downed the fresh liquid quenching my thirst and it only relieved me by a bit since majority of my discomfort was caused by my headache. It was so intense that I've never felt this degree of pain before. I dropped my body back on the bed burying my face on the pillows to block out any form of light reaching my vision.

 "Are you okay Blake?"

I nodded slightly not answering Chord verbally. I don't know how but I fell asleep again afterward because when I woke up the second time of the day, the pain in my head didn't hurt as bad as it did earlier. It still hurt but not so much that it restricted me from moving around so much. Only after pushing the covers aside did I realize I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I looked hoping to spot any of my clothes but saw nothing. Waking up in an unknown place, half naked, sounds a lot like something that Michael goes through often but not me, what the heck did I get myself into?

I seemed to be asking myself that alot this morning. I got out of bed to stand up and my head spun for a second so I had to sit back down, a moment later I stood back up again and made my way towards the door. I remember seeing Chord earlier and nothing else before that so the first thing I did was look for him, maybe he can tell me what happened. I was in a completely foreign place, never been in this house before so I had no idea what was where. The hall outside the room I was just at had magazines framed on the walls and upon inspection; Chord was all on the covers of every single one. I was getting a hunch that this was his house.

The sounds of the TV then caught my attention and I followed it and it led me into the heart of the home. On my immediate right was the spacious living room and I could see someone laid flat on the couch holding up an iPad in their hand.

"Chord" I called as I got closer seeing those hands belonged to him. Instantly the blonde sat up on the couch when he saw me, "Oh Blake, you're up. How are you feeling?" I didn't answer his question instead asking my own more important question, "Where am I? What happened last night?" My voice sounded groggily.

"This is my house" Chord replied only answering the obvious question which I’d already pick up on. Before I could repeat my unanswered question he asked, "How are you feeling Blake?" "My head hurts really badly" "Oh you poor thing" Chord rushed to bring me over to the couch and sat me down. He disappeared for a quick second before returning back with a set of white pills and some water. “Here, this will make you feel better” he said handing me the pills. I took them down with the water and when I cleared my throat, I asked something else I wanted to. “Where are my clothes?” "Umm… gimme a sec" The guy excused himself and went upstairs. I sat there still wondering what happened last night, though I'm not able to recall much, I didn't need to be told that alcohol was involved; that's the only likely explanation for this headache.

I sighed disappointed at myself for consuming those kind of beverages, however I barely have a clue what went down yesterday so I might not have drank it consciously.

 Slowly I thought about what happened earlier in the day, I clearly remembered the first part of the day was spent at the modeling gig; that's where I met the man whose house I'm apparently at. Trouble finding my car after the shoot, Chord drove me around to help look for it and then invited me to… a… club…. Piecing them all together... I realized why I was here at Chord’s in the first place "Well here you are... your pants. I can't find your shirt so here's one of mine and I'll just leave your shoes by the door" Chord placed the shirt and pants on my lap before going over to slot my shoes in a small rack by his front door. He returned to the couch but was surprised to see the unpleasant glare on my face, "Is something wrong Blake?" I kept my glare at him not saying anything at all. "I can try and look for you shirt again if-" "I freaking told you I don't drink alcohol" I spat, my emotions clearly expressed in my tone.

"I… um… I just…" the blonde stuttered but I wasn't interested, I stood up ready to leave the place. Chord stopped me though, he held me by my arms not letting me step forward, "Eff Off! I wanna go home!" I tried breaking his hold but couldn't bear much strength; I was still weak from the migraine I had.

"Blake come on, listen to me. You can't leave like this you said your head hurts badly and you need to rest for a while" he had a point, about my head hurting. Every time I spoke my head hurt more and I had a slight feeling like I was going to throw up. "Let me go!" I raised my voice and broke his hold on me, soon after regretting it. Immediately I say back down my eyes automatically closed and my breathing increased a little, fuck I feel so horrible all over my body. Fortunately the symptoms of puking and giddiness subsided after a couple minutes, but the pain still persisted. I fall asleep again for about an hour or so before waking up to find myself still on the couch, my head resting on Chord's lap. Immediately I pulled away and sat up straight remembering I was upset at the guy. "Blake, I'm sorry" he said but I ignored him, if only I was feeling better I would've been out of here a long time ago. "Blake, I'm really sorry man, please say something" "What do you want me to say!? I made it very clear I don't fucking drink but you just blatantly made me do it!" I said almost yelling at him but again I regret it soon as I finish, Dammit. I gotta stop doing that! "I know Blake, and that's why I'm sorry for that. I only intended you to take a cup or two of it but you're the one who kept… asking… for more…" Chord dragged his last words, reminding me of my stupidity for buying into his 'no license to sell coke so they prepare it independently' crap; should've just trusted my taste buds. I didn't bother to respond to Chord, instead I just kept looking ahead and watched the TV that was on; the blonde sighed before also turning to watch the TV. The silence between us lasted until the end of some TV show that Chord was watching, "Blake, it's almost 3 and you haven't eaten anything. Aren't you hungry?" Chord asked and as much as I wanted to keep ignoring him I couldn't, only then did I realize how hungry I was. "Yea…" I said very softly without looking in his direction, I don't think he heard me but he was looking at me so I'm sure he read my lips; "Okay come on let's get you some food". Hesitantly I followed him into the kitchen after slipping into the clothes he provided and got seated on the chair by the counter. Chord’s shirt was a little tight on me since he was a bit smaller than me but I didn’t complain.

 While Chord opened the fridge to get what he needed to prepare the food I looked around his place in awe, he lived in a pretty sweet pad. The floors throughout the house were that kind of wooden floor that tied in very well with the white walls giving the place a modern look.

In minutes I had food served in front of me, Chord served me chicken with some mixed vegetables at the side. Chord prepared food for two and I guess he had waited for me before eating lunch himself. We ate in silence for the first couple bites before Chord decided to void the silence, “I’m sorry if it’s not that good I mean I just bought them... I don’t really cook so good.” "It’s okay, this is good enough" I said, "Can I, get some water?" Chord was quick to fulfil the request. The conversation ball slowly rolled off after that and we were talking like normal by the time we were done with our food. "I seriously can't believe you own your own house at this age, just wow" "Well to be fair I didn't buy the house. My parents are both realtors and they bought this place to rent it out and I convinced them to rent it to me instead. I did pay rent the first couple months, and then I couldn't afford it and I ever since then I'm living here for free" the blonde explained. "Wow, wish I had rich parents like you man" I mused. "Anyways, how's your head feeling now?" "It's better now. Was hurting so much more earlier and especially when I first woke up, that just felt like my head was hit with an axe repeatedly" "I'm… sorry" Chord looked down, "I only meant to give you a cup or 2 but you were asking for more" "You offered to pay for it all so I just drank all the free coke I could get, or at least I thought it was coke" I realized after saying that I sounded cheap, but to be fair I wouldn't load up on all those drinks if they were genuinely the drink I thought I was consuming. The alcohol had this addictive factor that made me want it more. "Well, I didn't pay for the drink you went to get after we met your roommate" Chord said and that struck another memory in my head.

"My roommate was there" I said as a statement but Chord nodded thinking it was a question. As I recalled further I remember running into Michael and his girlfriend who were talking to Chord, can't remember how they got to talking nor can I recall what Michael was doing there at the club; until I checked with Chord about it. "Wow Blake, you can't remember much huh?" "I don't know it kinda was blurry, I mean remember going to the bathroom and then seeing Michael and Dianna, and then going to get a real coke drink this time" I said emphasizing the words 'real coke drink' which made Chord look to the ground again. "After that, I can't really remember much" "Oh… you, you don't?" Chord's expression changed to show a tint of disappointment, I think. "Well, after that we went upstairs to the VIP booths and…" he dragged on not finishing his sentence. I tried hard to recall what happened but I'm guessing by this time I was intoxicated which affected my memory past that point. I looked at Chord waiting for him to finish what he was saying but he didn't, that led me to verbally asking "and what?" "We went upstairs, and settled in one of the booths… and… yea… did it..." after much hesitation he finally said it. I was about to question did what when suddenly it clicked, everything came back to me. My eyes grew learning this part of the night. I didn't have to double check if Chord was joking because images of us doing it flashed in my head like a bad projected movie. I shot up and walked back to the couch. "Blake, what are you doing?" "I need to get home Chord" I said firmly making it clear I won't be taking any 'stay a while more' from him. He offered to drive me home but I refused however the blonde kept persisting so I just accepted it, besides I don't feel a hundred percent so I felt it's better to be driven home than to take public transport.

 The drive with Chord was quiet the whole journey, I refused to think about last night anymore especially whatever happened in the booth; I don't think I'm ready yet. After a while the silence got awkward and I think Chord also felt it so he turned on the radio to void it. About an hour later we were driving down the street of where I lived. my mind began shuffling through what I could say to Chord before alighting. I mean I can't just get out of the car and walk away, maybe a thank you and that's it? "It's that house on the right" I said as we approached my home. Chord pulled into my drive way before coming to a stop. I sat there in the seat for a moment before opening the door. "Thanks for the ride, and the food" I alighted and shut the door behind. "Blake, I'm really sorry I-" "Don't" I stopped him, "it already happened, let's just forget about it" I said plainly. The blonde began backing out of the drive way as I watched, then suddenly a thought occurred in my head and I ran up to the car. "Chord, I just wanna say... I'm not, gay" I said wanting to promulgate that fact. "Yea, I know" Chord said confusing me a little, but I didn't make much of it. As the blonde drove off I made my way into the house, first thing I see was my roommate on the couch playing the PS3. "Hey Michael" "Oh, Blake" Michael said before mumbling something. I asked what he mumbled but the guy said nothing I just shrugged it off before joining him on the crouch. My roommate was silently playing his game and honestly I expected him to ask where I was the whole night or something since I'm not the kind of person to stay out or go to a club. "So, what were you doing at the club last night?" I asked trying to seem normal "I told you last night when we met, Dianna invited me" "Oh, okay I must've forgotten" I said laughing it off, I had no intention of telling Michael about getting drunk or doing it with another guy. Leaning back on the couch I slowly dive into the memories of last night, can't believe I did it with a guy I just met. Well technically I didn't willingly take part in it but the fact I did it with a dude remains. Fortunately we didn't go all the way though, that would've just been… I don't even want to think about that.

 Sex with my roommate is completely different, I'm sober and it's a mutual thing, kinda, most of the time. I don't know but the point is, things I do with Michael doesn't compare to this. I wonder how Michael would feel if he found out though, don't think he'd be too happy. I can't seem to digest the fact I did it with a guy, that wasn’t Michael; I feel so dirty. The more I think about it the weirder I feel all over my body, I gotta make it right. I scoot over to get closer to Michael who gives me a questioning look from him but I don't acknowledge it and keep my eyes on the TV which made him shrug it off. Very subtly I slip my hand down to Michael's crotch and began rubbing it, trying to get him hard. He froze for a second, not pressing any of the buttons on the controller he held. Without turning to look at me the guy shortly resumed playing like nothing happened, but my hand was still caressing his crotch. It wasn't hard for me to get Michael hard, no pun intended. I bit my lip, my heart racing a little as I continued doing so; something I would never do under normal circumstances. Next I decided to reach in his pants to pull out his erection but suddenly he pulled away standing up. That sudden move sent a little shock wave through me, what I did wasn't normal and a very daring move. "I, I, I can exp-" I tried to explain but get cut off when Michael chuckled, it wasn't a normal chuckle though it was like he was mocking me in a way. Then he walked off, I wanted to stop him but I couldn't; what would I say to him? I had no choice but to just sit there, dumbfounded as I watched him walk away leaving that mocking laugh to taunt my memory. What did I do that got me that kind of a reaction from Michael, did I cross the line or was that a gesture of teasing? 

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Chapter 20: Blake: ( Jennerstreet SMUT)

A/N: So here's the little Jennerstreet smut I was talking about so if you guys enjoy reading smut and ship Jennerstreet here you guys go :P

He pulled me upright from my slouched position by the collars of my shirt without breaking the contact with my mouth. His hand dropped down to my shirt's buttons and began undoing them. A sudden burning desire for his hands to touch my skin swelled in me and I could feel my body heating up as he slowly unbuttoning each one.

Soon as my shirt came undone Chord had his hands all over my bare chest, the sweat on my skin making his hand slide around easier. It was as if his hands were grounded and his touch sent jolts through me, I wanted him to touch me and not stop. Chord's tongue explored my mouth, interacting with my tongue playfully. I don't know why but it felt addictive having that stranger in my mouth; I liked how he tasted like. As if this kiss was giving me it’s own kind of high.

 A shift in his movement told me Chord was breaking the kiss which triggered something in me; I wanted more. I leaned towards him not allowing him to go just yet. My right hand sled through the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as I continued getting the sweet taste of his mouth in as much as possible; I didn’t want to let go

This caught him by surprise and he expressed it in a whimper, but he didn't resist one bit. I deepened the kiss wanting him like wanting sweet candy, it was like a drug. Chord put his hand to my chest and pushed me off breaking the kiss as he looked at me, his eyes a mix of surprise and desire. He looked so damn sexy...

I wanted back in his mouth but the blonde had other plans. With a smirk he stopped my attempt to kiss him again instead, leaning me back and began kissing my jaw. Slowly he made his way down my neck and to my collar bone area, sucking on my skin and a soft moan escaped my lips.

He kissed his way down to my chest, making my breath hitch every time his lips made contact with my skin. Chord then reached my nipples settling on it for a while as he sucked it hungrily while his hand played with the other one, tugging it between his thumb and index finger.

 Fuck.

This drove me crazy. The stimulation of my nipples just turned me on so much as I watched him at work, his bluish green eyes which were tinted by the lighting reflected pure deep lust which I was sure he loved every second of his lips on my nipple as much as I did.

If his fingers sent jolts, his lips just...

He moaned while sucking on my nipple tugging harder the other one as he grinded his erection against my thigh. The way he was staring at me just sent chills down my spine. His eyes seemed to clearly say “I want you” or better yet “I want your body”

And I wanted him too.

 "Suck the other one" I hissed slipping both my hands through Chord's hair gripping it as I tried to move him towards the other which ached for his lips too. The model kissed his way across my chest and his hand played with the one his lips just vacated. "Fuck yea…" I moaned again simply loving how Chord was making me feel. I didn't want him to stop. I held his head closer to my chest as though he couldn’t be any closer than he already was. The pleasure he was giving me was just amazing and satisfying.

 Chord next proceeded lower down to my abs kissing and sucking his way to my treasure trail around my navel, where kissing and sucking turned to licking. What he was doing was so fucking hot!

By now the erection in my pants was begging to be let free and thankfully Chord noticed this too as undid my jeans letting some air into my throbbing hard tent in my boxers. He took a good sniff of my boner and gave me a very sly but seductive smile. He kissed my shaft over my boxers, clearly being a fucking tease. Internally I was begging for him to just free my hard member and put it in his mouth, but I refused to show it on my face. He's teasing got more obvious when he began sucking on the head of my erection but still over my boxers; fuck Chord put it in your mouth already man!

 "You know you want it in your mouth" I breathed trying not to sound so desperate

Chord freed my erection letting it spring out from my boxers, his eyes grew a little looking at my boner and he mouthed a small 'fuck'.

Chord licked my shaft all the way bottom to top, slow and sensually. It made me moan, and my leg twitch. Fuck that felt good. He slowly jerked me off and kissed the head of my member, still being a fucking tease. "Come on, suck my cock…" I said again my voice cracking.

 He smirked, "I think you want this more than me… beg for it". I knew it. He was trying to show he had control over me. I bit my lip, not really willing to do it but Chord's tongue did its magic on my shaft again as he licked the tip so very slowly O just lost it

“Fuck you Chord... FUCKING SUCK MY DICK!”  I gave in not being able to handle the teasing anymore. That was like the key to pleasure, Chord took me in his mouth and it felt amazing. A satisfying moaned escaped my lips as I shut my eyes feeling the pleasure, it felt so damn good when Chord finally began sucking me off. He was sensual with it, going up and down my shaft coating the whole thing with his spit.

Chord was focused on what he was doing, slowly increasing pace with time. Suddenly he went all the way down taking my whole erection in his mouth and throat, I felt like I was going to lose it. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head and I think I heard Chord gag but I didn’t care, I tried to get it all as much as possible, thrusting my hips up as I pushed his head down. "Fuck dude… that felt fucking good" I breathed as Chord pulled back with a smug smile, proud of what he did. "Come here…kiss me" I pulled him up and crashed my lips on his craving contact. I just fucking wanted him so bad. The kiss barely lasted 2 seconds though, Chord pushed me off making me lean back; "don't forget, I'm in control here Blake" he muttered. I swallowed the lump in my throat, still wanting those fucking sexy lips on mine. The blonde slowly leaned in to my face and I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped just inches away from my lips, instead he lowered himself and licked the center of my chest; mother fucking tease. I hated that he was teasing me but at the same time I fucking loved it, I can't explain it but just something about the teasing made things more exciting for me. Chord stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a well chiseled body. There was something exciting about it, getting to see him shirtless. A dog tag hung around his neck, in a way making the sexy blonde even sexier. I would've loved to feel that body of his, but I couldn’t as he held me down still smirking so proudly

Chord returned back to my crotch area but this time sucked on my balls making my breath hitch again, fuck this guy knew exactly what to do. Eventually his mouth made its way back onto my erection and it felt just as good as the first time. Chord's hand reached up to my abs, slowly sinking his fingernails onto it as he went faster.

"Ahh… fuck…" I moaned as Chord deep throated me again, he was so good at it. I didn't want him stop or slow down, I was on cloud 9. My eyes rejoiced what they saw, a sexy fit blonde hunk sucking my cock. Inevitably, I felt like I was going to blow, not able to hold on for long;

"Fuck dude, I'm gonna cum" I breathed

Immediately Chord pulled away, making me wince. My body ached, desperately needing attention to my boner. My hand instinctually went to jerk myself off but Chord smacked it away, he didn't let me touch my own manhood. “Fuck you Chord, I want to cum!” I yelled desperately but he just shook his head still smirking.

We both watched my member throb for a few seconds before settling, the whole time my hands pinned down by Chord. I looked at his eyes, feeling weak and powerless; he had full control of me and my body. I couldn't fight for myself or act on my own will, it was like my body wouldn't cooperate. All I could do is just lay there helplessly, letting him take advantage of my body and use me. In truth, I wanted him to. Just the desire of his hands in contact with me was burning so intense I didn’t care what he did to me.

Chord's hands then shifted to my head, gripping on my hair as he pulled me forward towards his crotch. He didn't have to say anything, my mouth instinctually opened to take his member in. I was so willing to suck Chord's dick, like I didn’t realize I wanted it just as bad his lips. I locked lips with his erection before he began thrusting into my face, the saliva from my lips coating his entirety, some even dripping off to my chest as he relentlessly thrust back and forth from my face. Chord let out a deep satisfied moan as without any warning, he forced his entirety into my mouth making me choke on his wet hard on as he poked the back of my throat. My vision was blurred as tears started to form and I felt his pubes tickle my face as he forced me down against my ability, leaving me choking and gagging louder.

 He let go and I coughed trying to recompose myself but without letting me fully recover Chord grabbed my jaw and demanded me to stick my tongue out before slapping his erection on it. Before long his hard-on was back in my mouth. The blonde fucked my mouth without any care, making me gag every now and then when he thrusted deep. I felt so defenseless, unable to do anything about Chord's roughness. When he decided he had enough of the blowjob, I got pushed back to lay on the couch. My pants were lowered below my knees before Chord got on top of me. He attacked my lips with his, not bothering with a soft kiss just straight to making out. Our chests met as Chord grinded his on mine, the sweat on our skin added for more pleasure; something about it was just so hot. He didn't stop there though, the guy was also rubbing our manhoods against each other. That felt amazing, a different kind of hot and pleasure. Chord had my hands pinned above my head while we were kissing, he didn't have to hold me down though, not like I would fend for myself as I loved every bit of this. “Just fucking use me man I don't care, just keep making me feel like this” I say moaning louder.  Chord's hand reached down and grabbed hold of both our erections and began stroking us off, his other hand still holding my hands down above my head. Even now the guy wasn't going to allow me any freedom, I truly was under his control. "Fuck man… don't… stop… I'm... close… oh shit..." I moaned, I was close to that feeling I wanted so much; please Chord don't stop what you're doing just keep going. Chord uninterruptedly feasted on my skin, moving around my neck area before he went back and sucked on my nipples again. "Shit… ahh… fuck, Chord… that's it…" I continued moaning as I was feeling it... almost there I coul- Then came the point of no return. "Fuck AHHHHHHHH!" I moaned mindlessly louder than I was previously, I didn't care if I attracted anyone's attention though, I didn't care about anything. As the thought blurring sensation took over I felt like I was on top of the world. This lasted for a moment and I savoured every second of it. Slow after it faded away I was left breathing heavy with a sped up heart beat. "Fuck…" I said for the umpteenth time, overwhelmed by my orgasm. My head was pounding loudly and my eyes were getting heavy. I couldn't process much thoughts, like I didn't have the ability to do so. Chord's lips parted from my neck, leaving the part he sucked on feeling sore.

 "Fuck yea… my turn to blow big boy" the blonde shifted higher hovering over me,  I watched him weakly through my heavy eyelids as I heard him continuously moaning my name groping my chest as he jerked himself off.

"Ahhh… fuck… ahh… yea… Blake... Ohhhh... fuck... UGH!!"

I felt hot liquid squirt over my chest as he erupted, emptying his manjuice all over me "Fuck Blake… shit…" Chord was breathing heavy as he slowly came down from the high. My eyes were getting as heavier as ever and before they closed, the image of Chord smirking in delight as a tiny bead of sweat trickled down his chin onto my body and before I knew it, there was nothing else.

[b-romancefic]

Chapter 20: Blake

I bit my lip looking at the clothes that were hanging in my closet as I stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. I’ve spent the last few minutes on something so trivial my hair was about dry now.

 What should I wear?

I don’t know why I was so precautious on choosing an outfit since on a normal occasion, I’d probably just grab the first shirt I saw but it wasn’t a normal occasion at all. Chord, a guy who I met at a modelling gig, had out of the blue, invited me to this club reopening of some sort and honestly... I’ve never been to a club.

I brushed the thought of Michael aside not wanting to ruin my mood and got back to figuring attire for the event. To be honest it's pretty unexpected and rather odd that some guy I literally just met hours ago invited me like we’ve been friends for a while now.

I've never been to a club as lame as it sounds. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't really drink alcohol, never tried it. Michael had tried to convince me to try a beer saying ‘it’ll loosen me up’ cause I’m too uptight but he respects my views on it and didn't push too much when I said no; I'd be pissed if he secretly mixed it with any of my drinks though that's so not cool at all. Deciding to just get the basics first, I slipped on a pair of boxers. I looked at the time and I still had a good hour from the time Chord texted me to meet, but that didn't mean I can take my own sweet time; I didn't have my car so I would be commuting from here to there. Anxiety began to stir up in the form of discomfort in my stomach but I didn't pay too much attention to it, I really wanted to go to this club thing and wasn't going to let anxiety hold me back.

Without paying too much attention to the psychologically caused discomfort I tried to decide on what to wear. I had an extensive amount of clothing but my sense of style wasn't the best, I knew how to dress 'nicely' but not 'outstandingly' which seems to come naturally for Michael. Maybe I'll have luck finding something in his closet?  Since Michael borrowed something from mine possession, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I were to do the same. Opening his closet, I saw the shelves filled with set of apparels, not too messy like what I expected knowing the kind of guy Michael was. Without touching anything I browsed the items in his wardrobe and there was one particular shirt that caught my eye, a blue plaid one with stripes of white. Just grabbing the said shirt, I slipped into it and buttoned it up but I couldn't finish it up to the top. I didn't exactly know how I should feel having a little issue buttoning a shirt up all the way because of how broad my chest was. Definitely I was bulkier than Michael was and considering the guy wears shirts that are tight on him, I wasn’t surprised I couldn’t button this one up.

For a second, I thought about switching for one that fit me but as I passed the mirror, I saw the way the shirt revealed a fair amount of my chest which upon staring longer, It looked... sexy? I mean Michael does it all the time and the whole top 3 unbuttoned thing worked for him. Maybe I'll do the same, only difference, he leaves it undone intentionally but for me I just can't button it up. I took a look again at myself in the mirror with pants my on and I actually liked what I saw, I had a similar sense of look just like the Mikester. The look was almost complete, I searched around the room for Michael's pair of aviators and fortunately he didn't take it along with him. I put it on and faced the mirror again, I looked, hot. I would've never guessed I could pull this look off, I just loved the way I looked tonight so much I just had to take a selfie.---Instagram Once I hit upload I applied some cologne before I was ready to leave, instinctually I went to grab my car keys but when I didn't find it I remembered my car was under Michael's possession. Instead just with my wallet and phone I headed out the door in search for a taxi I could hire. Fortunately I managed to flag down a taxi and arrived at the venue stated into the text message from Chord. I had to walk a little but as I came closer to the club I saw a long line with at least a hundred people, immediately I get turned off. Seriously? Do I really have to wait in line with this people? I was already anxious as it is and now this? The queue only seemed to get longer by the minute so without any other option I got in line with the rest; I'm already here so might as well. The first 5 minutes the line was stationary and then we moved forward by like 1 step, and then we're stationary again for like another 10 minutes. My phone buzzed with a text, it was from Chord. "Hey Blake, where are you? Trouble finding the place?" "No I'm stuck in line outside, didn't know it would be this crowded" I replied, for his text I assumed he was already inside. Less than a minute later I get a follow up text from Chord, "what are you wearing?" Well, that's a rather, odd question to ask, I mean does it really matter? I texted him back with a brief description of what I had on anyways. About 2 minutes later a man dressed in a black T-shirt and pants approached me asking if I was Blake, claiming that identity I was next asked for the VIP access image. I was clueless what the man was asking for a second before realizing he was referring to that image thing Chord sent along with the details to the club. I flashed the image I saved to my camera roll and before long I was being ushered to the front of the line, while everyone else watched me.

  Entering the club I experienced a change in atmosphere, but not the kind I was expecting though. To be honest when I thought of a club I kinda picture an environment with dim lighting, several strobe lights of various colors with a dance floor, ear blasting bass thumping music and the air filled with the smell appropriate of the setting. However this club was pretty different, it had decent lighting, didn't exactly see a dance floor and people's chatter was more audible than the music. I still considered this place a club though just, not the kind I was expecting. "Blake! Over here!" Chord called getting my attention in the crowd, I smiled a little and approached him. "Hey Blake, you look great man" Chord complimented, guess this Mikester inspired look would be a hit. For the first time I noticed Chord's larger than normal sized lips, that didn't mean he looked weird or anything though I mean he's a model so, definitely still good looking. "I'm sorry I took a while to get in" "Yea you were waiting in line I know. The point of sending you that picture thing was so you can cut the line dude" Chord explained, guess that's why he asked what I wore so the security guard guy could identify me. "Well I take this is your first time to a place like this huh?" I got read like a book. Oh well, so much for pretending to be cool; I nodded admitting. "Well I'm glad I introduced you to your first club experience" Chord said, somehow I actually thought Michael would be the one to do that but Chord beat him to it. The model wanted to introduce me to his friends, I wanted to say no not yet because everything was just moving so fast for me making my anxiety worse. "Hey guys, I want you all to meet my friend Blake" Chord said to a small group of 4 people, I greeted them with a smile raising my hand a little as a wave. I don't know why but for some reason I just assumed all his friends were models also but obviously they weren't. A decent conversation was kept going amongst us as a group and in a couple minutes my anxiety pretty much vanished. Chord received a phone call and excused himself to attend it. I got a little uncomfortable after he left the group because he was the only one I was familiar with, it's not like I know him for some time but the point is I know him longer than his friends. Fortunately thought here weren't any awkward silent moment between me and Chord's friends, the conversation was kept up as though he never left. Somehow the group conversation reduced into just me and one of Chord's friend, Katy talking by ourselves. Katy was a lovely young lady in her 20s, brunette hair, sweet fruity scent that was her perfume, and I took note of the peach colored dress she had on because I've seen an identical one worn by an actress before. Katy was very nice and bubbly, apparently she and her mother work as weddings planners. I'd say we hit it off pretty well and there was a point in the conversation where Katy began flirting with me, it was subtle but I could tell. I was flattered, and I decided to go along with it flirting back. Just when I was about to offer to buy her a drink, Chord returned. His presence toned down the flirtatious mood between me and Katy, well, I toned down on the flirting but Katy seemed to go on with her compliments about me. I thought Chord would detect it and maybe give Katy and me some privacy but I was wrong, instead he asked me to excuse them and took Katy away to talk to her. To keep entertained I took my phone out and saw a notification, it was a text from Michael. He asked why I called but it didn't matter anymore, still nice off him to get back to me; almost 2 hours later. I typed out an appropriate reply and just before I hit send I considered if I should tell him where I am but decided otherwise, I didn't wanna seem corny or lame making a big deal of something that's not. After hitting send just when I hit the home button of my phone I feel a hand on my shoulder making me turn around, it's Chord. "Oh hey, I thought you wanted to talk to Katy alone" I said thinking he would've taken longer to talk to the girl. "Yea I just had to let her know of something, come on lets get a drink" he said so we proceeded to the bar. The bartender attended to ask and Chord ordered some alcoholic drink while I got myself a diet coke. "Coke huh?" I knew exactly what Chord was trying to imply, "Yea, I don't drink" "Any particular reason why?" "Not really. I just don't" I shrugged, Chord nodded understandingly. While awaiting the bartender to get our drinks we were talking but got interrupted by my phone ringing, the caller ID belonged to my mother. I'll be honest, for a second I did consider ignoring it but I just couldn't; it's my mom! I didn't want to answer the call from my mother in front of Chord so I excused myself, the doors were too far away so I just shifted over to the area outside the restrooms. I slide to answer the call expecting to hear my mother's voice but instead my brother spoke on the phone. "Blake, I need to tell you something. Don't freak out but mom had a little accident and is in the hospital" hearing those words instantly made me panic. My brother explained that it was just a minor accident but my mother is fine and they just admitted her to the hospital just to be sure, in the background I could hear my mother clearly saying "I told you I was fine". I asked to speak to her and asked how she was doing, she simply said she's fine and told not to worry. I was glad that nothing serious happened but still I couldn't be 'not worried', I didn't tell her but I had intentions to go back and pay my family a visit during the upcoming weekend maybe. After the call I created a reminder so I won't forget to book tickets ASAP as I made my way back to Chord. I joined him and take a sip of the drink that was served while I was gone. "Uh… this doesn't taste like coke" I said taking a sip from the glass cup that was supposed to contain the drink I ordered. "Oh no that is coke" Chord responded, I've drunk every kinda coca cola drink long enough to know how they all taste and I'm positive that drink I just sipped from was not coke. However Chord insisted again claiming it is coke, "clubs prepare soft drinks independently because they don't receive licenses to serve them" "You need a license to serve them?" I asked hearing such a thing for the first time ever. Chord asked me to take bigger sip and said I'll taste the coke, so I did. I tasted the familiar coke flavor but it was pretty faint, guess this club has a bad recipe. The next half hour or so me and my new model friend were talking, I thought it was pretty cool how when we talked the conversation topics were just flowing like a river of water. I wouldn't have gotten more of the, not so good tasting coke, but Chord offered to pay for it so how can I resist. After a while I got used to the flavor of the drink though it didn't taste so much like the beverage I wanted, and I kinda began wanting more of it. Chord was very generous and willing to pay for my orders so I just kept asking for refills. After a while I felt nature calling so I decided to pay the rest room a visit. Soon as I stood up I began feeling a little light headed, I didn't worry about it too much I just thought I could walk it off. After I was done answering nature's call I went over to wash my hands, the reflection in the mirror by the sinks showed that I was sweating. I squinted leaning closer to my reflection just to make sure it was sweat droplets I saw on my forehead and side burns. A curious thought popped in my head as to why I was sweating out of a sudden in an air conditioned environment, but I didn't think about it too much and just wiped the sweat off and headed out the men's room. When I returned to Chord I found him in the company of 2 other people, upon approaching them I learnt it was Michael and another blonde girl. "Blake? What are you doing here man?" "Um… Chord, invited me" I said plainly but Chord helped explain in detail. Michael introduced the blonde to me as Diana, his girlfriend and me to her. I put my fist up to her instead of a hand for a shake, Diana (awkwardly) bumped my fists very lightly I barely felt it and I earned a small frown from Michael. I don't know why I did that I clearly wasn't thinking, it's like it didn't occur to me to think first, I think? The 3 talked about stuff like how Michael and Chord know me and also apparently Chord and Diana also know each other, well they are models so no surprise there. I didn't participate much in their conversations which I guess got Michael's attention, "Blake you ok man?"  "Yea" I responded, I am fine I just didn't feel like talking, I did however feel like having another one of those coke drinks. "Excuse me peeps, I'm gonna go get myself a drink" I said poking the air with my index fingers sillily. Proceeding back to the bar I ordered the drink I wanted and got it I'm less than a minute. This time when I drank it the coke flavor was way more stronger and more fizzier unlike previously, I didn't care though I just downed the drink. Just as I put the glass cup down Chord came up to me, "oh, Chord, where's uh… where is…" I knew what I was going to ask but I just couldn't think of the words to use. "Michael and Diana?" "Yea, them" "They went off to dance"

[b-romancefic]

Chapter 20: Michael

"Yea... just lock up when you leave okay?" I said before slowly closing the door behind me. Alright, time to make your move man. I scribbled down a quick note to let Blake know I would be taking his car so he wouldn't panic or anything when he finds his car missing. I posted it on the fridge, pinning it down with magnet before I went on my way. I scooped up the Toyota's keys from the bowl by the coffee table and heading outside, I got in the car. With ease, I turned the engine on before pulling out of the driveway. In seconds, I was cruising down the block in Blake's car. "What happened to your old car?" Dianna asked me as I picked her up from her fancy pad. "Oh... well it's not doing so good." I say with a frown. "Aww why didn't you tell me?" she made a face. I gave her a lopsided smile as I turned to look at her at the passenger seat. Dianna was looking rather beautiful tonight, not that it was a surprise since she always looked pretty, but tonight she just 'wowed' me.; her blonde(yea she dyed it back) hair was neatly tied up in a small bun, the black dress she wore wasn't too revealing yet showed a fair amount of skin. She looked very sexy and I couldn't believe I was her date. How lucky was the Mikester to score big with a rich, supermodel girlfriend? Even I couldn't believe it sometimes. Dianna's stories filled the air as I drove us to this fancy Italian restaurant she wanted to go. The only thing I didn't like about dating Dianna, well arguably, is that she is often the one paying for everything. Do I like free stuff? Who doesn't? But the problem is that it makes me look like a cheap ass boyfriend. I try my best to avoid such situations, but honestly where do I get my money? My parents still give me some money from time to time, like a monthly allowance (which this month's funds all went to buying Blake his iPad). Some from the few gigs we play. And some from my roommate Blake... Yea, I needed a job... I mean unless we get signed by this record company this coming Friday, I might just start looking at the Classified ads. When we got to the restaurant, a guy in a suit stopped me by the entrance. "Yor name?" he asked with an accent I'm sure wasn't Italian at all. "Michael Weisman?" "Err... sorry sir but der iz no Mikel Weezmaun hir on de liz" "Umm... Agron?" Dianna spoke from behind me. "Ahh why yez miss Dianna, table for two right zis way madam" the guy said before he gestured for us to follow him. Okay I'll admit, that was a little embarrassing. I pushed my lips to the side as the guy led us. The place just screamed 'fancy' and expensive, a place I wouldn't really consider when one says 'let's go grab a quick bite before the club(which is probably some hang out for bored rich people too) We both got our orders down, hers seafood pasta and a salad, mine baked ziti. I was really hesitant on ordering anything because of the prices, I mean come on 45$ for a small plate of French fries? But Dianna insisted on paying says its okay and she understands my lack of... funds situation. Did I feel horrible? of course yes. Getting a girl to pay for the bill is just wrong. But when that girl is probably ten times richer than you are and would even feel worse if you refused her, you can't argue with that. (plus you get freebies) I know I sounded like a douche but I couldn't help it. I had a hunch Dianna was really into me judging by the way she smiles whenever we would look at each other. After dinner, which was awesome(and expensive), we finally headed to our real destination for the night, this club called 'The Edge'. According to Dianna, today was the club's reopening after recently under going renovation... and I was right, apparently if you weren't deemed as 'VIP', it would take you forever to get inside. From the outside, the words 'The Edge' in steel blue glowed on the building's facade. A burly man wearing black blocked the entrance from where tons of people lined up trying to get in. Dianna however went past that line towing me towards the entrance. The guard raised an eyebrow at her but after she flashed something on her phone, he stepped aside and gestured for us to come in. I had no idea what just happened but soon we were inside just like that. I was gonna ask what was the whole thing with the phone but there wasn't any time as I felt Dianna tug my arm in her direction, hearing her say 'let's get a drink' The club wasn't what I expected at all. She must've led me to another section of the place since there wasn't too many people here. No loud club music too, just a song playing in the back just loud enough to hear but you can still hold conversations without yelling. I would say this was more of a lounge than a club, yea a lounge where the wealthy socialize. There was however, still a bar which is where my date had led me. She didn't bother asking what I wanted and just ordered something called 'Sici Samba' which I had no idea what the hell it was. "Trust me you'll love it" she smiled at me reassuringly when I asked. Whilst the bartender went to get our drinks I turned to look around for a bit. Most of the chicks were in cocktail dresses the guys in dress shirts; Good thing I asked cause I didn't want to overdress or underdress for the occasion. I don't know why, but I was getting a little anxious as I watched the crowd. My stomach was churning inside of me which was odd since we just ate. It felt like I was anticipating myself to do something stupid and embarrass myself which was weird. it's just nerves... "Here you go Miss, two Sici Sambas" I heard the bartender spoke which brought my attention back to the bar. "You okay?" Dianna asked. "You look like you're gonna be sick..." she said with concern all over her words. "I'm fine..." I said but I wasn't sure if I was answering her or reassuring myself. That was weird. I mean aside from the little uneasiness in my stomach, I felt fine. She studied me for a second more before she finally handed me my drink. "Well here..." she gave a small smile before clinking her glass with mine and drank from it. I looked down at my drink which had a piece of lime at the side, it was a clear colored liquid so this was either just water or... getting a sniff of it, I smell the familiar scent of alcohol so I know this is not just a soft drink. Whatever this thing was, I downed it all in one drink. A mix of flavors engulf me and it was something of a sweet yet tangy twist. Of course the heated sensation coursed through my throat leaving me wanting another glass. "Woo... That is something." I said. "Good, huh?" I gave a nod. "Oh!'I love this song." Dianna said once the music playing in the back transitioned into a new song. I listened carefully to the brand new track and realized it was that song I kept hearing everywhere. It was that song by that Robin Thicke guy... what's it called again...? Dianna was singing along next to me rocking her head to the beat and I couldn't help but smile. "Blurred Lines!" I say as soon as I remembered the title. "Mmm hmm..." she kept on humming to the tune. I suddenly felt uneasy again around my stomach, like a tiny stabbing pain which made me wrap an arm around my side. I quietly excused myself from the bar not before asking where the restroom was. As I got to the guy's restroom, the pain had thankfully subsided. Besides me though, there were two other guys who were there, talking. I overheard some of their conversations and from what I picked up, one of them was hoping to get laid tonight and something about the 'rooms upstairs'. Once they left and after relieving myself, I went and washed my hands. As I stood there though staring at my reflection at the mirror, a sudden thought hit me... Earlier in the day I recalled that talk at Max's place about the whole dating thing and my habits... Thinking about it more, I started going out with Dianna with the whole intention of getting her in bed with me. Did I care about her? Yea... but did I want to settle down with her? No... It all then seemed different to me. All this time going out with Dianna, I was too distracted to even remember why I was seeing her. I needed to remind myself who I was. Who I was was this cocky fucking bad ass that went by the name of Mikester... and thanks to what I just got from those guys, I think it was possible that tonight was the Mikester's night. I got back to Dianna, who was still by the bar. Walking next to her, I immediately grabbed her face and kissed her head-on. She was completely caught off guard which was pretty obvious judging by the look on her face when I slowly broke the kiss with a smirk. "Mic.. Michael... you..." she stammered and I was about to kiss her again when she held stopped me. "T-this is Chord." she gestured to a blonde guy next to her. I may not have been there but it seemed they were conversing prior to the kiss. "Chord, this is Michael..." she said to the blonde. What kind of name is Chord? "Her boyfriend." I automatically say. Chord smiled and offered his hand to me. "Nice to meet you." I didn't know if he was being fake or not but the cheeky grin on his face, I didn't buy it. I took his hand nevertheless and shook it, giving him a small smile of my own. "So how do we know Chord?" I asked Dianna. I was guessing he was an ex. "Oh Chord is a model too... we've done a few photoshoots together." she explained. The two recounted stories of their past activities and I honestly didn't like this blonde guy monopolizing my girlfriend. "So Chord... are you here alone?" I asked butting in their conversation. "Oh... no I'm here with somebody." he said sheepishly. "Boyfriend?" Dianna giggled teasingly while Chord denied it saying he's just a friend. What caught my attention though was the fact Dianna said 'boyfriend' meaning... I guess he was on the other side of the fence which reassured me he wasn't flirting with my girl. As we were talking though, I spot someone I didn't expect I'd run into here. "Blake? What are you doing here man?" I asked. "Umm... Chord invited me" Blake answered in a 'you should know that' tone. I was gonna ask how he knew Chord but the blonde was kind enough to elaborate how he met Blake and all that stuff. Then I realized something... something I should've sooner but seeing Blake here still bothered me. He was wearing my shirt. It was a tad bit too small from him and it looked like his chest was gonna pop open the button that was barely containing his pecs inside the fabric. It upset me that the plaid shirt looked better on him than on me and I couldn't help but frown at him. He was, however acting weird, fist bumping with Dianna and smiling all goofily. Was he intoxicated? As far as I know Blake would never touch the stuff no matter my persuasion so maybe he was just acting up. "Blake are you okay man?" "Yea why?" he smiled. He then raised a finger and drew invisible circles in the air with it. "Excuse me guys, I'm gonna go get a drink." A drink? Since when did he... Before I could confront Blake though he already had left, leaving only the three of us like he never came. (Chord looked after) Before Chord could continue his conversation with Dianna, I however intervened. "Well if you'll excuse us too" turning to Diana I asked "do you wanna dance?" I got a grin from her and accepting that as a 'yes' I held Diana's hand in mine and led her to the dance floor.The song that was playing was perfect, an upbeat song that would allow for what I had in mind. After a couple fairly innocent moves I slowly transitioned into more suggestive moves, Dianna picked up on them and didn't seem to mind my actions. Eventually I was grinding up against my girlfriend giving her ideas I had, what made it all for me was that she was on board with it all, not objecting any of my actions; the type of girl just right for the Mikester.

  "Wanna take this to a more private place?" I asked in the irresistible charm complete with the devilish smirk.  Of course she couldn't resist, a nod from her was all I needed to take the next step; someone's getting lucky tonight. I remembered about the 2 men back at the restroom talking about the rooms upstairs, that's where I led Dianna. Away from the crowd we made our way to the quieter second floor that was made up of a few booths intended for, well private businesses. Unlike the ground floor this level was dim in lighting but didn't hinder our ability to navigate through the place. The first booth we passed by was already occupied, by a group celebrating something.

   "Michael, wait" Diana stopped me, "um…" she hesitated a little. "What is it babe?" I wrapped an arm around her trying to make her feel comfortable. She asked to be excused so she can pay the powder room a quick visit, I agreed and said I'll get us a booth meanwhile; "come back quick okay?" I winked at her making her blush a little. After Dianna left I continued sourcing out a booth for us to get naughty in and that's when I heard someone's muffled moaning, guess the Mikester isn't the only one who's getting lucky tonight. Then something caught my attention, "don't forget, I'm in control here Blake" a male voice spoke seductively. My eyes grew, Blake? Blake Jenner my roommate Blake? Can't be him can it? 2 guys were getting it on in the booth close by and one could possibly be my supposed 'straight' roommate. I had to find out there and then, if that was my Blake. Invading the privacy of the couple that were getting it on, I peeked through the small glass on the door, The lighting in the booth was just as dim as it was on the outside, but despite the low lights I visibly could see Blake sitting there with a blonde guy in between his legs giving him a blow job. For a second I had an urge to bust into the room and stop them but I held back because… Why would I stop them in the first place? I was caught in an awkward predicament seeing what was in front of me. All this time I have been living with Blake, him having sex with another person had never been a thought I had considered.

  Sure thinking about him having intercourse with others didn't surprise me but...

  He was doing it with a dude...

  I didn't know why the whole thing bothered me so much. Was it jealousy? I'll admit I had gone to believe the sex me and Blake have has grown to be an activity we do to satisfy our sexual needs. We never really talk much about it after since it means nothing other than pleasuring ourselves.

  It was just...

  I suddenly just wanted to get out of this place. Not sure why but I didn't want to think about it either, I didn't even feel like doing it with my girlfriend either.

  Taking a step back, I retreated back down the stairs where I conveniently ran into Dianna on her way top.

  "What's wrong?" she asked.

  "Do you mind if we call it a night? I'm not feeling so good..." I half lied, it was sorta true that I wasn't a hundred percent myself.

  "Oh... umm you sure you're okay?" she seemed a little disappointed but didn't show it much. I told her I would be fine and offered to drive her home despite her many protests.

  The drive back home was a blur honestly, my mind seemed to refuse any form of thinking whatsoever. Before long I was back at our apartment, alone.

  Wanting for a distraction, I took a quick shower (where I mostly just stood there letting the water just hit my body), got in bed without a single thought.

  As I turned to the empty space on the bed, a tightening feeling slowly started creeping up over my chest that made me feel uneasy. It troubled me so much that I had to sit up. I didn't even noticed I was short of breath till I started panting. What was going on with me?

  I couldn't seem to relax despite being in my own bed. There was this huge heavy feeling that just made me all fidgety and couldn't keep me still as I toss and turned from side to side.

  I felt the walls were closing on me, the ceiling pressing down on me and my heart just felt very heavy.

  I let out a yell as I gripped on my own hair tugging on it out of frustration. Was I losing my sanity?!

  I got out of bed and back in Blake's car and finding myself through the dark of the night, I seeked refuge in my hideout, the place only I, and Dianna when I took her here, knew about. It was this old studio apartment you could only enter from a back door.

  Laying down on the makeshift hammock, I closed my eyes and readied myself for sleep but somewhere in the back of my head, the image of Blake with a blonde guy in between his legs burned in my vision and I could swear I could hear Blake moaning something that sounded like Chord.

[b-romancefic]

Michael's band (Break Out Fuse)

[b-romancefic]

Chapter 19: Michael

A/N: Well here's a little drawing I did cause I was bored and it's just Michael and his band mates (From L to R, Maxfield , Michael, Jack and Paul).

"And she actually shook my hand!"

"That's awesome..."

Tuesday, around 10 am found me in Yogurt Land enjoying a tub of blueberry yogurt. I gave an amused smile to the person opposite me, Dianna Agron, my girlfriend. She was just recounting the time she did a fashion show where Lady Gaga herself performed.

"Speaking of Gaga... Do you know how to wake her up?"

"What?"

"How do you wake her up?"

"Umm... I... don't know?"

"You poke her face"

Dianna looked at me and for a brief second I thought I had just embarrassed myself for a failed attempt of a joke but then she eventually cracked a smile followed a soft giggle.

"Oh Michael..."she shook her head giggling and I couldn't help but have a smug smile on my face. Seeing Dianna this happy with me just meant me completely winning her over wasn't so long from now.

"You know I really love this place..." she said thoughtfully in between taking another spoon of her peach mango treat.

"and I really love you" I mumbled but loud enough for her to hear. This earned me another smile from Dianna as she placed her hand atop mine on the table, giving it a squeeze. "Oh Michael you..."

Shortly after emptying our cups, I told her I had to go since we had band rehearsals for the upcoming gig we had on Friday. Her face dropped a little which made me smile on the inside knowing she would miss me. We were just about to go our separate ways after a kiss on the cheek when she called my name and as I walked back up to her, she had an expression of mixed hesitation and excitement as if she was going to ask me something but then double taking on it.

"Umm so you'll be going to your band's practice right?" she asked and for a moment I thought she would want to come along.

"Yea"

"Well tonight there's this club reopening and I thought we could..." she trailed on and I didn't need her to say more because I quickly understood.

"Alright, sure babe." I say and instantly her face lit up. "I'll pick you up at 6"

"Okay... Bye Michael" she said before pecking me lightly on the lips and this made me smile now at her.

"Bye" I wave off to Dianna's distancing figure. I was smiling like a fool for a few seconds before I realized one problem.

I didn't have a car to pick her up.

My rusty old shit mobile finally gave up on me this morning. With one last loud roar of it's engine, it heaved it's last breath... and it didn't start again no matter how many times I tried.

What will I tell her now?

Before I could think about it further, I get a text from Jack asking where I was and after replying I was on my way, my problem would have to be dealt with later.

"What took you so long man?" I was greeted by my band mate's impatient expressions. It was Jack who had asked and he was idly watching TV, his whole lanky body sprawled against the couch. On the chair next to him was Paul, who nodded ino acknowledgement at my entry.

Band practice was always at Maxfield's place since he had a garage we could jam at. Max, who was in the kitchen, his sandy blonde hair neatly tied in a small ponytail waved at me with a mittened hand and said we'll be practicing in a few. The smell of dough being baked wafted from where he was and I guess Max was whipping up something for us again.

"Move over man" I tapped on Jack's leg and he straightened up grunting as he made space for me

"How was your 'date' dude? Who was it this time?" Jack asked as he obviously couldn't find anything interesting to watch. Rolling my eyes at his comment, I told him it was Dianna I'd just met with.

"Hmmm... I have to say I'm impressed man." he says.

"Impressed at what?"

"Well I assumed you'd just bang her a few times then leave her out to dry" Jack said thoughtfully.

"Fuck you man... I... I'm not like that..." I defended myself but thinking about it, its not like it wasn't true.

The three of them, even Paul who was usually quite reserved snorted at that and I heard Jack mumble "yea right"

"You change girlfriends more than you take showers" Jack added on making me feel a bit self conscious about how I smelled. I did take a shower today... Right? Wait did I? Oh yea I did.

I frowned at Jack who clearly was having fun at making fun of me. "This is probably the longest time you saw one person..." he mused through a mocking grin.

"Don't forget that crazy chick that wouldn't let go" Max called out from the kitchen with laughter in his tone.

"Oh yea! How could I forget her" Jack's grin grew as turned to me. By then I grew irritated the topic had turned to talking about my exes and counting the months, weeks I spent with each one. Max had now joined us in the living room with a tray of freshly baked muffins. They all helped themselves to one then two, Paul offered me one but I was too pissed off to eat.

"Can we just practice already?" I asked impatiently.

Obviously detecting the annoyance in my tone, they quickly gobbled up their share of muffins and Paul and Jack went out back to the garage.

"Here." Max handed me a muffin he had saved and I was about to refuse but he made me hold it saying not to take the joke too seriously before he too went out to the garage to get ready.

Once Max was gone, I ate the treat in hand since all I had for lunch was a cup of yogurt. I headed over to the garage myself after finishing it.

As I got there, Jack and Max were already plugging up their amps while Paul was drumming a random rhythm. I picked up the bass and strapped it around my shoulder without saying anything.

"So... What are we playing again?" Jack asked and everyone turned to stare at me.

Great. Five minutes ago they were dissing me, now they need me.

"Any idea Mike?" Max asked.

With a sigh, I decided to brush off my early annoyance for the while. "Well I was thinking we could do 2 covers, and end with an original song." I say cooly.

"Covers of what exactly?" Jack asked.

"We could do something 'top 40' an-" I was just saying when Jack immediately cut me off.

"Hell no dude... I still can't get over the fact you made us play that One Direction song live." he shuddered. "I don't want people, especially those who would want to sign us on a record label think that's what Break Out Fuse's sound is like."

"Can you fucking let me finish?" I hissed at Jack. He was just rubbing me the wrong way right now. His face didn't really say he was intimidated by the glare I was giving him but still he rolled his eyes before sighing and looking away.

"As I was saying... One 'Top 40'. One cover of the songs we usually play. And one original... And mind you that One Direction cover we did actually got the crowd excited." I pointed out.

Max and Paul didn't seem to have any complaints against my idea so the next fifteen minutes or so, we took the time to talk about song selections.

In the end, we decided on One Republic's 'Counting Stars', 'Thunder' by Boys Like Girls, and an original song called 'Turn Around'. The latter two were already familiar to us so we focused more on 'Counting Stars' since we had to learn it first. Jack had the chords down in no time, Paul managed to get the beat of the song after a couple seconds of listening to it and he managed to come up with a pretty sweet drum intro for the song... And me... Well... I had to learn to sing the song first and it wasn't that hard... at least I think it wasn't until the pre chorus that is when the pitch was too high for me.

"I can't reach it..." I say in disappointment as we ran through the song.

"it's not that high..." Max said before he sung the bit on pitch. I tried again but my voice sounded like it had no support at all and it was... Lets just say Max was better at it than me.

"I can do that part of you want..." he offered and honestly I felt a little bit bad because I couldn't do it but I'd rather do what's best for the team, and what's best was Max backing me up on that part.

After an hour and a half of practice, I became aware of the time and I had to go get ready for my date.

Jack let slip another 'girlfriend' joke as I told them I needed to go. Ignoring him, I assured them I'll see them tomorrow for another band practice, then I took the bus back home. I was sure as hell gonna have fun, Oh yea!