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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 Two: Black Velvet with that Slow Southern Style
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The next day, we flew out to LA to pick out our place. We had hired a real-estate agent to find us some places. We had told him what we were looking for, and we trusted that he would have some cool places for us to look at.

When we got to LA, we got our things situated in our hotel, and then headed out to dinner. We were going to have one house to look at after dinner, and then the rest would be the next day. We didn’t have much longer than that, sadly, for Chris had to go back to Miami to record his album, and I had to get back to Seattle for mine.
We took a shower together, and then dressed into some clean clothes. For some reason, I always felt dirty when coming off an airplane. I guess it was because I never knew who had previously sat where I sat.
Eventually we made it to the restaurant and gave our orders. Once the waiter was gone, Chris and I talked excitedly about what kind of place he hoped to get. We weren’t hurting for money, but we weren’t quite swimming in it yet either, so it would have to be a small place.
“Maybe we should just get an apartment. It would be a lot cheaper, and we could maybe afford a nicer place if we were just renting it,” Chris said as we sipped our drinks.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to have to answer to a stupid landlord. I want our own place; not a place owned by someone else, who tells us how to run our own place.”
Chris smiled, and gently placed his hand overtop of mine. He gave it a quick rub before placing his hand back on his side of the table. “I wouldn’t mind as long as I have you.”
I grinned. “You’ll always have me. We might as well make it without a landlord.”
He rolled his eyes, but grinned nonetheless. “We’ll just see what Jeremy finds us and go from there.”
“I want a place big enough for all our music equipment, but yet small enough so that we can have some cozy nights alone together. Since it’s only our first place, we don’t need anything extravagant. I‘d like a fireplace in our bedroom, and maybe a hot tub,” I said.
He laughed. “You don’t want anything extravagant, and yet you want a fireplace and a hot tub in our bedroom.”
I shrugged. “Wouldn’t you? Imagine cuddling up next to each other in front of the fireplace and in the hot tub all at the same time. You in my arms and me kissing you everywhere you like.” I grinned at him and raised my eyebrows up and down suggestively.
He licked his lips. “If you were doing that, then I really don’t think we’d need the fireplace or the hot tub for things to heat up.”
“True, but wouldn’t it be even more fun with them?”
He smiled. “I think we’ll most likely have to buy the hot tub ourselves. Did you tell Jeremy you wanted a place with a fireplace in the bedroom?”
I nodded. “I mentioned the hot tub too, but he told me the same thing you did. Oh well. We can buy one. Even just a small one would do the trick. We’ll be the only ones to use it anyway.”
He smirked. “What if we wanted to bring a third person in?”
I was sure my mouth dropped open. I wasn’t expecting that! Especially not from Chris.
“Relax, dude. I was joking. You know I’d never let anyone else touch you. You’re all mine. I don’t share—at least not when it comes to you.” Chris smiled again, and it took all my power not to grab him from across the table by his shirt and kiss him hard.
I stared deep into his eyes. “Well good, because I’d have to hurt anyone who even flirts with you,” I said truthfully. “You’re mine, and I don’t even like when the fans go all gaga over you as if they have a snowball’s chance in hell to marry you.”
“You get me so hot when you’re possessive of me.”
I licked my lips. “Right back at ya. Then again, you always get me hot.” I gently rubbed my foot over his crotch from across the table.
He moaned, and bit his lip. He took my hand between his again. “I can’t wait to christen every single room of our new place.”
I smirked. “Well in that case, let’s put all our money together and get a place with a whole lot of rooms.”
He grinned too. “Let’s just settle for saving our money, getting a small place, and doing it several times in one room—like rabbits.”
I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I was already getting slightly aroused at the thought. “That would do.”
B∞C

Sadly, he had to remove his foot, for the waiter came back to top our drinks off and give us some bread. But as soon as the waiter was gone, we went back to talking about what kind of place we wanted.
“Do you think this will be permanent? Is this where we will live one day?” I asked.
“What? You mean, where we eventually settle down together?”
I nodded. “That is, if you’re not sick of me after a few years.”
“Are you kidding me? I would never last that long before getting sick of you.”
I gently kicked him from underneath the table. “Thanks a lot!” I pretended to be upset, but I knew he saw right through me. Blake knew me all too well. I could never fool him.
He smiled, and his socked foot rested back at its previous place.
I bit my lip as I felt the pleasure rushing through my body again.
“You know I’m never going to get sick of you. I was thinking we’d eventually get a bigger place in both our hometowns. That way, we can both be happy. Maybe we can live in one place for six months, and then switch over to the other place for the remaining six months. We can live in Virginia when the weather is nice, say April through September, and then Washington once it gets nasty like October through March,” he suggested.
“But what about when we have kids? We won’t want to keep moving him or her every six months. He or she will have school besides.” I wanted to kick myself as soon as those words came out of my mouth. I knew it was stupid, but secretly, I had been dreaming of the day when Blake and I would be married and have children together. I had never brought it up to him, however, and therefore didn’t even know if that was what he wanted too.
He smiled. “You want kids with me?”
I grinned. “Of course! Lately it’s been all I think about.”
“Really?” He looked positively gleeful. I hoped that was a good sign.
“Yes. I’d love to raise a family with you one day.”
“How many kids do you want?”
“Two. I’d like one girl and one boy.”
He smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
I smiled. “So you’re not mad?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad? I want kids with you too.”
“You do?”
“Of course, nimrod. I love you more than anything. Why wouldn’t I want kids with you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d want them with a woman.”
He shrugged too. “Why would I want them with a woman when I have you? Besides, why bring another two kids into this world when we can give to kids that need a home a home?”
“Very true,” I agreed.
“But I hope you don’t want kids right now. Seriously, dude. We are getting way ahead of ourselves. We have careers ahead of us, and I’m not ready for kids for at least a good three years.”
I laughed. “Of course not right now. I’m just saying that down the road it would be nice.” I took his foot in my hand and began to gently massage it. It had been still resting on my chair, but he had stopped moving it as he talked.
He quietly moaned, and closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Well, for now, let’s just get our small place in LA. Then, in a year or so, we’ll decide where we want to live.”
I nodded, and released his foot. “Sounds good.”
Our food came then, and our conversation switched to music as we ate. I was glad that Blake wanted to have kids too. I knew it would be a few years before we even seriously considered having kids. Heck, a lot could change in three years. But I knew that most likely, Blake and I would be going as strong as ever in three years, and hopefully one day we would have that family I dreamed of. I knew Blake would make a great daddy, and with his help, I knew that I would too. The thought was enough to keep me happy for the rest of dinner; including dessert.
B∞C

That night, we met Jeremy. It was cool to actually meet him. A mutual friend of Chris’ and mine had recommended him to us, so we had gotten in contact with him via email and the phone, and he had arranged the places for us to see.
We met him at the address of the house we were to look at that night.
“Hey guys. It’s an honor to finally meet you. I’ve seen you guys on TV and talked with you. I feel like I already know you guys.” Jeremy grinned, and extended his hand to us.
Chris shook it, and then I did as we both greeted him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Chris said.
I nodded. “It’s nice to finally see the face of the guy we’ve been talking with.” I winked at him. He was good looking. He had a nicely chiseled jaw, deep blue eyes, and blond bowl cut. He was a looker. Not that he even compared to Chris.
“I’m sure you’ll like this place. It’s within your budget, and it’s in a remote neighborhood. You won’t be bothered much if you move here,” Jeremy said as he led them into the house.
“In that case, it’s got Blake’s vote.” Chris stated.
I grinned. “You’re right about that.” The last thing I wanted was for fans to keep knocking on our door or spreading rumors about us.
“I like the foyer. There is plenty of room to take off shoes and jackets. I hate when they give you hardly any room at all, and your guests keep bumping into each other as they all try to take their coats and shoes off at the same time,” Chris commented.
“I’m more interested in the bedroom,” I said. I knew we could trust Jeremy not to tell about us. From the things he had said in his emails to us, I was sure he knew about Chris and I anyway.
Jeremy smirked. “What a coincidence! That’s my favorite part of the house too.” He laughed.
I laughed too, and Chris smiled and blushed. I could tell he was embarrassed. H always was the shyer one of the two of us, though around people he was comfortable with, he really wasn’t shy at all.
“Let’s start with the downstairs and work our way up,” Chris said.
“All right. Here is the kitchen. It’s an eat-in kitchen. There is no dining room since it’s a smaller place, but as you can see, it’s a pretty spacious kitchen,” Jeremy said as he led us into a rather nice kitchen. It was about the size of an average kitchen, but there was plenty of room to eat.
“It comes with the fridge and stove. It’s a double-sided fridge and it makes crushed ice. I love this thing.” Jeremy opened the doors to show us what he meant.
“Well, I see there is plenty of room for you to cook for me,” I said to Chris. There’s a nice big oven and a huge fridge. The counters are nice and long. We can get a microwave too.”
“Hey, you’ll be cooking too sometimes. “I’m not your slave,” he joked.
“You are other places.” I smiled to myself as Chris’ mouth dropped open. You see, around people I didn’t trust, I would never say something so bold. But when I was around someone I knew I could trust, I didn’t mind making Chris squirm. Jeremy was a friend of a mutual friend, and therefore he could definitely be trusted, I knew.
“Let’s move on, shall we?” Chris asked, walking ahead of Jeremy and I to the living room.
“You’re so mean,” Jeremy said to me with a slight laugh.
I grinned. “What? I’m just having a little fun.”
He shook his head and smiled, and we continued to tour the house.
B∞C

I swear Blake has a split personality. One moment he is totally against showing any public displays of affection, and the next he’s being very open about us in front of someone we had only just met. I knew we could trust Jeremy to not tell our secret, but still. We had only just met the guy face to face, and already Blake was making innuendos to him about Blake’s and my sex life. I didn’t mind enough to get angry, but it still embarrassed me a little.
“And finally, I’ve saved the best for last. Here is the master bedroom. It has a walk-in closet that will be big enough for you both to put your clothes. As you can see, there are skylights above the bed, and a spacious master bathroom.”
Blake pouted. “But there’s no fireplace.”
“I know, but a couple of the places I’ll be showing you tomorrow will have some. It’s hard to find places with fireplaces in the bedroom. I’m lucky I found the few I did. Most of them have fireplaces in the living room, but finding one in the bedroom is a hard one,” Jeremy said.
Blake opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say anything smart,” I said. I removed my hand from his mouth.
“Fine. Two plus two equals ten,” he joked.
Jeremy laughed, but I just shook my head. “Don’t encourage him.”
“So, what do you think, guys? Do you like it?” Jeremy asked.
Blake shook his head. “I want to wait to see the ones with fireplaces in the bedrooms.”
“Should we even bother looking at the ones that don’t have fireplaces in the bedrooms?” I asked, smirking at him.
“We can look. I’m just saying,” Blake said, his arms crossed over his chest.
“He must be hard to live with,” Jeremy quipped.
“He is,” I said, thinking of the tantrums he had been known for throwing both when we shared an apartment on the show, and when we shared a tour bus on the road.
“Hello? I’m still here you know,” Blake said, pouting now with his arms still crossed.
“I can see what you mean,” Jeremy said.
He and I both laughed, and Blake scowled.
“How does it feel to have the tables turned? Hm?” I whispered in Blake’s ear as we headed out of the bedroom and back down the stairs.
“I was just having a little fun.”
I smirked. “So am I.”
We left the house, and Jeremy locked up. He turned back to us. “All right. How about we meet tomorrow at nine, and I’ll start showing you the rest of the houses?”
“How about we meet for breakfast? We can go from there,” I suggested.
Jeremy nodded. “Sure! My girlfriend, Stephanie, is out of town anyway, so I look for any excuse to get out of the house.” He winked at us.
So we decided upon a restaurant, and agreed to meet there at eight. After that, we said goodbye to Jeremy, and then went back to our hotel.

When we got to our hotel, I decided to have a little fun with Blake. I gently pushed him backwards to the bar we had in our room. “You think I’m your slave, but tonight, you’re going to be my slave.” I nipped down his neck, and pinned his arms above his head.
He smirked. “Feeling kinky tonight, baby? You won’t find me saying no.”
“Well good. The way you acted with Jeremy tonight, I should make you get down on your knees and beg me for my forgiveness.”
He licked his lips. “That sounds like a good idea.”
He brought his mouth to my ear, and gently sucked the lobe before whispering. “In fact, why don’t you release my hands so that I can get down on my knees and give you an apology gift?”
My eyes darkened with lust, and I instantly released his hands. “This better not be a trick just to get me to let you go,” I warned.
“And would you punish me if it was?” He sank down to his knees in front of me and began to undo my belt and button.
“I’m gonna punish you either way,” I said, taking my hand and gently pushing his mouth forward. He had just unzipped my zipper with his teeth, and had gone much too slow for my taste.
He chuckled. “I might as well just do as you say then, and make it easier on the both of us.”
I nodded. “Good strategy.” I kicked off my shoes, and toed off my socks.
Once my shoes and socks were off, he yanked down my jeans along with my boxer-briefs, and I stepped out of my pants. I discarded my shirt after that, and then pulled Blake close to me. “Now it’s your turn to get out of your clothes.”
“Aren’t you going to help me?” he asked. I could see the desire he carried in his eyes.
I shook my head. “I wanna watch.”
“Well then, why don’t you sit back and relax?” he asked.
“Fine, but I’m the one making the orders, remember?” I pulled him in for a rough kiss, and then sat down on the bar.
I licked my lips as he went over to the radio and searched for a CD to put in.
As I soon after heard the beginning beat to Alannah Myles “Black Velvet”, I knew I was in for one heck of a show. I licked my lips again. I could hardly wait.
B∞C

I kept eye contact with Chris as I slowly moved my hips to the beat. I took off my shirt first, and rocked my hips as I slowly brought it up off my body. I then rolled it like I would roll up a towel. Once it was rolled, I sashayed over to Chris, and wrapped it around the back of his neck, which forced his head forward. His lips were pressed against mine, and I kissed him. Right away he began to kiss me back. I moaned against his mouth as his tongue slide inside my mouth, expertly kissing me back. He was such an amazing kisser. For a moment, I forgot about the task at hand.
However, I finally stood back, and went back to removing the rest of my clothes. I started with my belt. I was going to toss it at him, but with my luck, the metal clasp would hit him in the face. I settled for tossing it aside. Next was my button and zipper. I made sure to go excruciatingly slow, and I moved closer to him as I did so.
He licked his lips, and I could see the hunger in his eyes.
I kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my socks. The way he was looking at me was too much. I didn’t want to waist any more time on the stupid strip tease. I quickly yanked my pants off, and tossed them at Chris.
Chris caught them, and held them close to his body.
I walked right up to him, took the pants from him and tossed them to the floor. Next, I spread his legs roughly apart and bent down just enough so that I could take him into my mouth.
He moaned, letting out a cuss word as his hands instinctively went to my hair.
I moaned too, for making my Christian boyfriend swear always turned me on to no end.
This caused him to moan again, and he pressed my head down harder.
I brought my mouth off of him, and wrapped my hand around the base so that I could slowly swirl my tongue around and over the head.
“Gosh, Blake, just suck me more. Don’t tease.”
I smirked. “You’re the master,” I said, looking deep into his lust-filled eyes before taking him completely down my throat in one swift movement.
He let out a drawn-out moan, and gripped my hair tighter.
I continued working my mouth up and down on him, until he was squirming below me.
“Blake, I’m so close,” he whispered.
I wanted to make him come. I wanted to know that I could make him come. I knew I could. Heck, I couldn’t count even count high enough to know how many times I had made him come in the past, but I still liked knowing that I could. I brought my mouth back up, making sure to gently scrape my teeth along the underside as I did so.
The whimpers and moans that were falling from his lips were almost too much for me to handle. I was so aroused that it almost hurt.
I used one hand to fondle his balls while my other hand still gripped his erection. I paired this up with sucking the head, and it caused Chris to swear again. I moaned, and then had to hold him down as his whole body practically jerked off the bar. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.
I knew it wouldn’t take much more to make him lose it. I gave his balls a gentle squeeze and constantly hummed around him.
That did it in for him. He cried out my name as he came in my mouth, so heavily that I had trouble getting it all down. I licked up what I had missed, and then I sat down on the bar next to Chris and held him close.
After a few moments, he smiled up at me.
“So, did I make a good slave?” I asked, smiling back at him.
He nodded. “The only problem is, I’m not hard anymore, and I kind of need to be if I ever want to get inside of you.”
I shrugged. “I can take care of that problem.”
Before Chris could reply, I straddled his lap and slowly began grinding against him. His response was definitely worth it.

B∞C

I moaned, and pulled Blake closer to me. He was driving me insane. He always knew just what to do to get me all worked up. As he began to grind against me at an excruciatingly slow rate, I brought my fingers to his lips, making him suck them.
He sucked them needily, making them nice and wet.
“What are those for?” he asked with a smirk. As if he didn’t know.
“Mm, for this.” I brought my hand behind him, and let two fingers slowly massage their way into him.
He moaned against my lips that he was currently attacking with his own.
We continued to kiss as I prepared him, him breaking apart only to let out an occasional moan and whimper.
When I was satisfied with my preparation of him, I laid him down on his back on top of the bar, and then hopped off the bar.
“Where are you going?” He was whining, and I knew he wanted me badly.
“Chill, baby. I’m just getting something for lubrication.” I smiled at him as I grabbed some liquid soap from the sink. I quickly coated my erection with it, for he had seriously made me hard again with all the grinding he did against me. Once that was accomplished, I got back on the bar and straddled him. I leaned down close to murmur in his ear. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
He smiled. “Mm. This is different.”
“Just do it.” My voice came out husky in his ear; a sign that I needed this badly.
He licked his lips, his brown eyes almost turning black. He rested his legs over my shoulders, and I held him close.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“I’m always ready for you,” he said.
I smirked, and glanced down at his erection. Apparently, he was. I kissed him before slowly sliding into him. I kept my eyes locked with his the whole time, and soon, I was all the way inside of him.
As I paused to let him adjust, we kissed, tenderly and heatedly.
He placed his hands over the back of my head and made me kiss him deeper.
“Mm, I’m the one in charge. Never forget that,” I growled, when breaking the kiss. To show him so, I began my rhythm inside of him, taking him hard and fast right away. We usually started off slow, but tonight, I knew that he needed it just as fast and hard just as I did.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his grip on me tightened as he swore. “Chris, yes…”
I moaned, pulling out slightly and angling myself so that I could hit his prostate dead on.
He swore again.
“You have a dirty mouth, you know that?” I asked, growling.
“Well then cover my mouth so I can’t swear anymore.” He smirked.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m the one in charge. I give the orders; not you.” I kissed him deeply, and then began thrusting into him so hard that his body roughly shook backwards on the bar.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he moved his hands to the back of my neck.
“Uh uh,” I said, taking his hands and holding them above his head as I roughly entered him over and over.
Blake moaned again, unable to do anything but moan now as his whole body trembled.
I smirked. “You’re not so quick to bark orders now, are you?”
He moaned again in response as I hit his prostate hard.
I licked my lips. He was so beautiful down below me as I took him. “It’s okay. I feel it too.”
We kissed as I continued to thrust into him. It didn’t take long for me to lose it, and he was moments behind me. I cried out his name, and he cried out mine, it being better music to me than any song on his album.
After managing to regain my senses, I gently pulled out of Blake and lay down next to him. I held him close, and we kissed gain, softly this time.
“I think I’m gonna let you be in charge more often,” he said with a grin after a bit.
I grinned too. “I love you.”
He smiled. “I love you too. I can hardly wait to do this in every room of our new house.”
“If we can find a good one,” I said.
“We will. Shower?”
I nodded, and kissed him. “You read my mind.” I got off the bar, and then helped him get down from the bar as well. We then headed hand in hand towards the bathroom.
I wanted a home together just as much as Blake wanted one—especially since it would assure us never growing apart. He just hoped they could find a good one before Blake backed out. He knew Blake wasn’t overly fond of LA. He wasn’t either, truthfully. But they had both agreed to it because it was what would work best for the both of them. Hopefully it would continue to work, because if it didn’t, and he and Blake didn’t end up moving in together, Chris didn’t know what he’d do.
“Are you coming or not, homie?
Chris playfully stuck his tongue out at Blake, and then continued to follow him into the bathroom.
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