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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 11: Tell Me Your Troubles and Doubts
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“Five... Four... Three... Two... One! Happy New Year!”

Chris and I kissed on the stroke of midnight.
Our friends either kissed their loved ones, toasted with their drinks, or simply played with their noise makers.
A year and a week had passed, and now we were toasting in the year if 2009. A lot had happened. I had toured for my first album Audio Daydream, and was planning to work on my sophomore album this year.
Chris and I were still very much together. He had his album out, and it was doing all right. I know not as great as we would have hoped, but he still got to do a mini tour. Grant it, it was a small club tour, but I was proud of him. He did a lot of song writing for other artists as well, so he was still happy. At least, he didn’t really let it show if he wasn’t. I know him better than anyone, and I know that he may not have been one-hundred percent happy, but he was happy enough, which is what mattered.
Anyway, he toured with me a lot, although we didn’t always make him known to the fans. I wanted our privacy, and he didn’t want to take the attention taken away from me. He wanted it to be souly on me, which only made me love him even more.
Of course, I was at most all of his shows as well, though I returned the favor by staying out of the public way for a lot of the shows.
We were still living in our LA home for a lot of the time, though he would frequently go back home to Virginia, or stay in Nashville for his song writing. I had a place in Seattle as well. Of course we would frequent each other’s other home as well. Through all that, we managed to remain closer than ever. I loved him so much, and was determined to make it work. So far, we had made it work just nicely.
Anyway, back to the New Year’s Eve party. It was now the new year, and we were at our LA home. There was quite a nice crowd. We had our top ten friends, as well as Brandon, Ace, Cisco and Ethan. We also had other friends of ours that were either childhood friends, or friends we had met in LA. I’d say there were a good thirty of us. Sligh and Phil had brought their wives, Haley and Gina had brought their husbands, and other friends had brought their significant others as well.
“Someone put the music back on now that we’ve seen that dumb ball drop. You know, I’m surprised no one ever makes a vulgar comment about the ball dropping.”
I shook my head and smiled at Cisco’s comment. He was as nutty as I was—maybe even nuttier.
Soon, someone had turned the music on, and my own album started playing over the speakers.
I blushed. I was proud of that record, but it seemed cheesy to me to dance to my own music at a party. I wondered how my CD got in the player to begin with.
I was taken from my thoughts as I heard a loud horn in my ear. I shook my head, trying to shake the ringing from my ears. “What the hell?” I looked to see Sanjaya grinning at me, and holding up one of the noise makers.
“Happy New Year!” he said, before letting our a high-pitched girly squeal and running off as if his life depended on it. It kind of did.
“Come here! Give me that horn. I’m gonna shove that horn so far up your—”
Chris cut me off by placing his lips against mine in a kiss that definitely left me craving more.
He smiled when breaking the kiss. “It’s after midnight. People’s parties are gonna soon be ending, and then they will start sending in noise complaints about ours. We better end the party.”
I pouted. “Aw! Why? The party is just getting started!”
“Blake, it was a New Year’s Eve party—not a New Year’s Party. The party stared hours ago. It’s time for it to end.”
I continued to pout. “But I haven’t killed Sanjaya yet.”
He smiled. “Why waste your time trying to kill Sanjaya when you could be in our bedroom, making love with me?”
“Well, now that you mention it, it is getting kind of late.”
He smirked. “I thought that might get you.” He winked at me.
“But our friends are having so much fun! Let’s just give them a half hour more.”
He was actually the one to pout this time. “But I want you now.”
I wriggled my eyebrows at him. “Who says you can’t have me?”
“Blake, you can’t possibly be thinking of making love when we have a whole household of people.”
“Why not?” I began kissing and nipping down the side of his neck, taking special care of that spot behind his ear. I knew there was no way he could say no to me now.
He sighed. “You don’t play fair.”
I shrugged. “You never seemed to mind before.”
His eyes were lust-filled as he looked at me. “I don’t mind now either. Let’s go.”
He took my hand, and I grinned as I let him lead us up to our bedroom. This was going to be fun!
B∞C

When we got into the bedroom, I made sure to lock our door securely. I turned to Blake. “Do you want to help me move the dresser against the door?” I was only half joking.
He took my hands in his, and brought me to the bed. “The dresser? O-kay...”
“Well, people have been walking in on us all the time. I just figured it would be good to take extra precautions.” I winked.
He laughed. “No one is going to interrupt us this time. Even if they do, we’ve been caught so many times, I don’t even care anymore.”
He pulled off my shirt, and then his own before working at getting my belt and pants undone.
“All right. If you don’ care, then let’s do a second sex tape to be released on the big screen.” I smiled, amused with myself.
Blake pushed me backwards down onto the bed, and moved my legs so that I was lying in the correct position. “I don’t not care that much.”
I was still smiling. “I didn’t think so.”
He got my belt and jeans undone, and yanked them of, pulling my underwear down with them, and discarded all three down onto the floor.
I licked up his jaw to his ear, and gently nipped the lobe. “Mm... It’s my tun.” In one swift movement, I had him pinned below me as I made quick work of getting his belt and pants undone. I slipped them off and to the floor with my pants. I pulled off his socks, and then my own, and soon we were both naked.
“So, who gets to be on top? You, I presume?” he asked with a smirk that just made me want to devour him whole.
“That depends,” I said, moving to lie down beside him. “Which would you prefer? I’m all right with anything you choose—trust me.”
He smiled. “I think I’d like to feel you inside of me tonight.” He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me.
I moaned into the kiss, gladly giving in to his kisses.
“Do you want me to suck you first?” He whispered in my ear. His lips and teeth were now grazing against my earlobe. “Just to get you ready for me?”
“It’s not going to take much to do that, I’ll tell you right now,” I said honestly. I took his face between my hands and kissed his lips, which were already swollen from kissing me. “I would love to have that sexy mouth on me though. You know better than anyone what that does to me.”
He grinned, and gave me the most mischievous look before kissing over my nipples and licking them.
I gasped, and gripped his hair. “Keep that up, and I’m not even going to last long enough for your mouth to be on me.”
He moaned, and moved his kisses down over my chest, pausing just for a second to dip his tongue into my navel before finally taking me all the way in.
“Ugh! Yes....” I instinctively arched my hips up to meet with his lips.
He gently pushed my hips back down and held them there as he continued to work his mouth up and down over me. He moved at a very pleasing pace, and I felt that very familiar sensation that made my toes instinctively curl. “B-Blake as much as I don’t want you to stop, you’re gonna have to,” I told him.
He groaned against my erection, and it took everything I had not to lose it. Very thankfully, I was able to hold back, as hard as it was to do so.
He licked the head in a slow and circular motion before licking the middle.
“Blake, stop! Do you want me to come without being inside you first?” I asked, instantly pinning him down beneath me.”
He grinned. “I could get you hard again.”
I could practically feel my eyes turning dark with lust. Wordlessly, I grabbed the lubricant from the bedside drawer and did a quick and semi-sloppy job of preparing Blake. I knew it would be all right though. Blake and I had both gotten used to preparing the other in a hurry.
I recapped the tube and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. I placed my hands on each side of Blake's hips, and slowly pushed my way inside, taking it slow, but wanting to take it fast.
“Don’t you dare stop until you’re all the way in me,” Blake warned. His hands were on both sides of my face, and his lips were brushing against my ear as he spoke.
I moaned, but did as told, only stopping when I was all the way inside.
I knew I had to calm myself down; otherwise this wasn’t going to go on for even a minute. I relaxed, and began to gently kiss Blake.
He seemed to sense what I needed, and he gave into the kisses. He kept them gentle and tender, and after a moment, I was sure I could go on. Heck, I needed to go on.
I kissed Blake one more time. “Do you mind if I start moving now?”
He laughed. “Mind? Baby, I was ready as soon as I had you all the way inside.”
We grinned at each other, and I kissed him again before starting my rhythm in and out of him.
He gripped my hair tightly. I had decided to grow it out a bit, and it was just long enough for him to grip now.
I moaned, and quickened my pace.
When his legs tightened around my waist, and he threw his head back and moaned a deep, guttural moan, I knew that this time, as always, was going to be out of this world.
B∞C

I had lost all ability to form coherent words as Chris thrust into me at an increasingly fast pace. All I could do was cling even tighter to him as I moaned. I tilted my head back, and could feel my eyes rolling back. He was always so good. I don’t know how I ever thought sex was good before I met Chris. The way I felt now, I hadn’t truly experienced sex until I had it with Chris Richardson.
I moaned again as he hit just the right spot, and a few curse words fell from my lips. I always got such a filthy mouth when making love with him. It just came with the territory, I guess. He was so good that it made it impossible for the swear words to not slip out of my mouth. They just came naturally.
He let out a growl, and silenced me with his lips. He didn’t like when I sore, I knew. Though, he would swear in bed too occasionally. I always loved making that good Christian boy swear, knowing that I was pleasuring him enough to make him do so.
I clenched my muscles tightly around him, which caused him to let out a long, drawn out, guttural moan of his own.
“Mm, I'm so close... I want you to come with me,” I said, as I continued to clench my muscles around him. I clenched them, and then let him enter me freely, and then clench them again. I kept this until I felt his whole body shaking. I knew it would only take a little something more to send him over the edge, which was good, for I was just about there myself. I brought my lips to his ear, and spoke in what I hoped was a sexy enough tone to drive him over the edge. “You know, I love having every last inch of your cock inside me. I love it almost as much as I love feeling you come so hard inside of me. Do you think you can come hard enough for it to reach my prostate?”
Not only did I get him to come, but I also got to hear him say the f-word before my name as he came so hard, and most definitely reached my prostate.
I swore myself, and clung to Chris for dear life as I came. I came harder than I had in a long time. He just felt so good, and hearing him swear and feeling him come so deep inside of me, it made it impossible for me to hold it back any longer. I cried his out name over and over. I dug my fingers into his back, it seeming to take hours for me to be able to come back down. In reality, it was probably only about a minute.
When he pulled out, I whimpered at the loss off having him inside. I took him into my arms and kissed him. “Mm, thank you. That was he best yet.”
He grinned. “You say that every time we make love.”
I grinned. “Well, what can I say? You keep getting better and better.”
His eyes lowered, and he kissed me. “You do too. I love you.”
“I love you,” I said, lowering my own eyes as I kissed him back.
He pulled the covers up over our shoulders, and rested his head on my chest.
I smiled, and stroked his hair with my fingers. “I’m so glad you decided to grow your hair out. It’s so sexy when it’s longer. I like having something to run my fingers through.” I had gotten past the not wanting to sound gay phase. At this point, I had learned to accept the fact that I was in love with a man, so of course that meant I wasn’t fully straight.
“A lot has changed since last year, huh?” Chris asked.
I smiled. “I was just thinking about that. I can hardly believe it’s been a year since we fought about whether or not to hide our relationship.”
He snuggled closer to me, and kissed my shoulder blade. “At least we came to a good compromise.”
I smiled big at the memory. “That’s what I call a compromise!”
We both laughed. As we thought back to a year earlier.

***

I was throwing a party in our LA home, and had invited a lot of executives from my label, Arista. There were a lot of important people there, for my album had just come out not even a month earlier. The party was sort of serving as both a New Year’s Eve party and a late album release party. I had already had an album release party, but there were so many people in the business that I was able to have another one, and still have new people there that hadn’t been able to make it to the first one.

I missed Chris, but I figured he was having fun with his family and friends back in Virginia. Besides, my label had made it very clear that if I did have any “homosexual relations” with Chris, or anyone else for that matter, it was best to keep it on the down low. It wouldn’t be good for my career to come out. It was really fine by me, for I had no intention of coming out to the public. As far as I was concerned, Chris’ and my family and friends were the only people who needed to know, and they did.
My plans were thwarted when the phone rang. I answered, figuring it was just someone calling me to tell me they were on their way soon.
“Talk to me,” I said.
“Hey. Baby. Happy New Years.”
I smiled at the sound of Chris’ voice. “Hey you! It’s not New Year’s yet.”
“I know, but I miss you already.”
“I miss you too. I wish you were here with me.”
“Did you get the New Year’s present I sent you?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t get anything.”
“That’s odd. The delivery man said he already dropped it off at your doorstep. Go check and see if it’s there.”
“Does anyone even deliver on New Year’s Eve—especially this late?” I asked, walking to the door despite my skepticism.
“Just check. He said it’s there.”
I sighed, and walked over to the door. I began to open it. “Chris, I really don’t think—” I cut myself off as I saw Chris standing on my doorstep with a huge grin on his face. He had his cell phone in one hand. “Surprise,” he said into it.
We both clicked off our phones.
I smiled, but felt my heart sinking a little. What was he doing here? It wouldn’t look good for him to be here when I had all the record executives breathing down my neck and watching my every move. "What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Hello. I missed you too,” Chris teased, giving me a hug. “I missed you too much. I couldn’t bare to spend another holiday away from you. I flew out earlier today so that I could be with you when the clock strokes midnight.” He winked at me.
I gently pushed him away. “ I missed you too.” I was half-tempted to kiss him. Then I remembered who all was partying in the room behind me. “I’m having a party here though. There are a lot of record executives here. You shouldn’t have come.”
He instantly looked hurt, and I felt bad. I really did, but this was a chance I had been waiting for my whole life. I didn’t want to throw away my career just because I had fallen in love with a man.
“So you want me to go all the way back home after I flew out to see you? It's nice to know you missed me as much as I missed you.”
I winced. He was angry. I felt even worse now. “Baby, of course I missed you. You know that.”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t. You’re sure not acting like you missed me.”
“I did! I mean, I do miss you. It’s just that... Arista doesn’t think it would be a wise idea for us to still appear close. Rumors are already flying that you and I are an item, and it wouldn’t be good for my career if I was in love with a man.” I had to wonder why everything sounded worse when it left my mouth than it did when it was still in my head.
“Well, you are in love with a man, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Blake, come here! There’s someone I want you to meet!” The president of Arista wanted me to come back in, and here Chris was, not caring about my career, and giving me a hard time.
“Chris, can we please talk about this later? I’m throwing a party here. There are people I need to talk to.”
“I’m not going to a hotel. I’m staying here. This is my house too you know.”
I was annoyed now. “Just because you don’t have much of a career, doesn’t mean you need to ruin mine as well.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted them. I’ll never forget the hurt expression on his face. I covered my mouth with my hand. “Chris... I'm sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re not in love with me anymore,” Chris said. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay out of your way.” He pushed passed me, and quickly headed up to our bedroom.
No one at the party even seemed to notice him, for they were caught up in their own conversations.
I sighed, and shut the door before going off to meet whomever it was I was supposed to meet. I’d deal with Chris as soon as I got a free moment.
B∞C

I was more hurt than angry, though don’t get me wrong—I was furious. I was just so eager to see Blake, and thought for sure that he would be as excited as I was. Instead, he tells me that I shouldn’t have come. Now I was left feeling miserable and homesick when I thought that I would be feeling anything but those two things.
I locked the door, not knowing if any of the guests were the type to just walk into a bedroom or not. I then stripped down to my T-shirt and put on some boxers on over my underwear. Next, I got underneath the covers. I turned the television on, and zoned out everything else as I watched. At least television could temporarily take my mind off my sadness, I thought.

I don’t know how much time past, but it must not have been very long, for I didn’t get to finish the program I was watching. A knock on the door interrupted me. I didn’t know if it was Blake or a party guest, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Chris, it’s me. Open up. Please?”
I sighed. “Is anyone out there with you? I wouldn’t want them to see me.”
“Chris, I’m sorry.”
I sighed. I was still angry and upset, but it was his bedroom too, so I decided to let him in. I unlocked the door, and when he came into the room, I re-shut and re-locked it. I then made to head back to the bed, but Blake turned me around and kissed me so passionately, that I honestly forgot why I was angry with him in the first place.
When he broke the kiss, he gently stroked my cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You have a perfectly good career. I don’t care if your album is taking longer. You’re still incredibly talented. You’re a better song writer than I’ll ever be, and Lord knows you’re a better person than I’ll ever be. I was an idiot for letting Arista rule me like that. I don’t want to come out, but I don’t want to hide the fact that we’re close either. If you want to put some clothes on and come join the party, I’d love to introduce you to everyone. You helped write some of my album after all.” He smiled at me.
“You really hurt me. I came all the way here to see you because I missed you terribly, and then you tell me I shouldn’t have come, and try to send me back. I don’t think you missed me at all. Heck, I don’t even know if you love me anymore. You've been so preoccupied with your album, and of course Ethan and Cisco. Where do I fit into the picture?” My worries came pouring out more than I meant them to. I’ll admit, I was a little jealous of Blake’s success. Even more so though, I was worried that he would become big and famous and forget about me, as selfish as that may sound. I knew I should be happy for him, and I was, but I still couldn’t help but worry how it would affect me—how if would affect us.
“I know, and I can’t say I’m sorry enough. Please, Richie. You have to know how much I love you. You have to know how much I missed you. I missed you so much it hurt. I know I have a crappy way of showing it, and that you deserve so much better than me, but—
I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “You’re not a bad person, and you’re no less of a person than I am. I know you love me. I just worry sometimes that you’ll become too famous to want to keep me around. I mean, you can have anyone you want. Why settle for me?”
“Blake Lewis settles for no one. You know me. I’m with you because I want to be, and I need you. I love you as much as you love me, if not more. I’m just sorry if I don’t show it enough.” He began tugging at the hem of my shirt.
“Blake, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you how much I love you.” He got the shirt off, and began working at undoing his belt and pants.
“Baby, we can’t. You have a whole room full of record execs, among others downstairs.” I watched as he moved onto his button and zipper.
He shrugged. “They can wait. You’re far more important to me than they are anyway.”
“Are you sure? What if they hear us?” He stepped out of his pants, and pulled off his socks, and then he pulled off his shirt. “Are you kidding? With all the chatter down there, they won’t hear us.” He pulled off my boxers, bringing my underwear down with them. He then pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “Though once I’m buried to the hilt inside of you, I bet I could make you cry out my name loud enough for them to hear you over the chatter and the music.”
The fact that he wanted to do this even though there were a whole bunch of important people downstairs, along with his words, it turned me on. In fact, it really turned me on. I let him lead me backwards to the bed; not caring to protest any longer.
That night, he made love to me, and made sure to leave not a doubt in my mind that he loved me, and that I had absolutely nothing worry about when it came to our relationship.
After we made love, I lay in his arms, and rested my head on his chest. “Shouldn’t you be getting back down there? They are going to wonder where you are.”
Blake snuggled closer to me. “Na. Give me a little while longer. They’ll figure it out.”
I smiled, and stroked his hair, truly feeling loved.

***

“Do you have any doubt that I love you now?” Blake asked me.

I grinned, and took his hand in mine. I kissed it. “Not a doubt.”
He snuggled closer to me.
“Should we get back down there? It’s our party after all. They are going to wonder where we are.” I smirked.
Blake shook his head. “Na.” He kissed my chest. “They’ll figure it out.”
I smiled, and closed my eyes, more content than I had been in a very long while.
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