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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 27: Nothing You Confess Could Make Me Love You Less
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It wasn’t long after our engagement party that the media started to really get ahold of the fact that Chris and I were not just close friends. Pictures of us holding hands and even kissing had started circulating the magazines and Web like wildfire. Our phone had been ringing so much we had to change our numbers.

“You know, we knew this was going to happen. We should just give the interviews, and hopefully eventually the media will get bored and leave us alone,” Chris said one day.
I laughed. “Get bored and leave us alone? Yeah, right.”
He came up behind me and began to massage my shoulders. “Okay, so maybe they wouldn’t leave us alone and get bored right away, but it would have to help eventually wouldn’t it? Despite what you think, I know we would be old news after a bit. They’d forget about it sooner than they would with us keeping quiet about it.”
I had to agree that he was right. So, I agreed to start doing interviews. Its not like I could avoid interviews forever—not if I wanted to keep my career going anyway.
I set up and interview with the next person who got ahold of me. That person happened to be a DJ of a local Los Angeles radio station.
The day of the interview had arrived, and I was not really looking forward to it. I just had this feeling that it wasn’t going to go well.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Chris asked.
I shook my head. “I think it would just cause more drama if you came along. Can you imagine? I bet the journalist would ask us to kiss for him or something.”
He grinned. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
I smiled. “I’m still not comfortable with public displays of affection. I wouldn’t be even if you were a woman.”
He smirked. “That’s good to know.”
I glanced at my watch. “Well, I better get going.” I turned around, pulled him close, and kissed him. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
He pulled me in for another kiss, and licked his lips. “I might go for a drive, but I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Aren’t you going to listen to the interview?” I asked,
He grinned. “I’ll listen to it in the car.”
“All right. Wish me luck,” I said.
He held my face between his hands and gave me one last kiss. “Luck.”
We smiled at each other, and then I left for the interview, hoping that the journalist wouldn’t pry too much.
B∞C

It was a nice day out. It was one of the few things that actually made me like the West coast better than the East coast. It was early March, but it was warm out. I knew that, back in Virginia, snow would be on the ground, and I’d be freezing my butt off.
I drove around for a while, just enjoying both the warmth of the sun and the beautiful scenery that never really got old to me.
I turned the radio on, and the DJ announced that his live interview with Blake would be on in twenty minutes.
I was a little hungry. I had had a small lunch, and was now regretting not eating more. I pulled into the parking lot of the Dairy Queen. The drive-thru line was far too busy. I hoped I’d have better luck inside.
I headed inside, and was glad to see a much shorter line. I got in line and waited, deciding I would get an Oreo Blizzard.
“Are you really dating Blake Lewis?”
I looked over to see this pretty brunet, who was waiting in line in front of me. She was looking at me. I took it she was the one who had asked me the question. “Um, yes, we are.” There was no point in lying about it. After Blake’s interview, everyone would soon know anyway.
“I thought you were a Christian.”
I blushed a bit. “I am.”
“God doesn’t want you to be gay.”
“God made me gay,” I said.
“If you’re gay, then how come you dated a woman before? Did it not work out because you are gay?”
I hadn’t thought of Gayle in a long time. She had gotten married and moved away, and we lost contact. I swallowed hard, not knowing how to respond to that. I didn’t want to be rude to a fan, but at the same time, it was really none of her business. “There was more to it than that.”
“So, are you and Blake living together?”
What was with this girl? What happened to asking for my autograph or asking to get a picture with me?
“Yes, we are. You’re up.” I pointed to the counter.
I sighed a with relief when she went up to order. I looked at my watch. I had ten minutes.
A moment later, and it was my turn to order. I ordered my Blizzard and paid the cashier. Then, as I stood aside, waiting for my Blizzard, the girl showed up again.
“So, are you done with women completely now?”
I sighed. “Look, I don’t really feel comfortable talking about this, all right? I just want to get my dessert and leave.”
“What are you trying to hide? If you really love Blake, you shouldn’t be ashamed by him.”
“What? I’m not ashamed of him. Blake and I just like to keep our private life private. Now I don’t want to be mean, but this is not your business. I don’t go asking you about your sexuality or you sex life.”
She grinned. “Sex life? So does that mean you and Blake are having sex?”
I turned bright red.
“Here’s your Blizzard, Sir.”
I looked over at the cashier, who was handing me my Blizzard. “Thank you!” I said. I grabbed the bag and quickly got the heck out of there before the girl could grill me anymore.
Where did the fans get the nerve nowadays? I would never have the nerve to ask someone, let alone a celebrity, about their sexuality!
I sighed, and got into the car. I turned the radio on, and set my Blizzard in the cup holder. Next, I drove to the park, and parked in the parking lot. There, I began to eat my Blizzard just as Blake was coming on the radio.
This was it. I just hoped the DJ was better to him that that Dairy Queen girl had been to me.

B∞C

“Hello, Blake. Thank you for agreeing to let me be the first to interview you about this.” The DJ, Hank, was his name, shook my hand.
“You’re welcome. Just please take it easy on me, all right? I don’t like being public about my private life,” I said.
“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands,” Hank said with a wink. He nodded towards a chair.
I sat in it, and he sat in the chair next to mine.
“All right. When we go on air, you speak into this microphone right here, all right?” He nodded upwards. “When that light is red, it means were on air. When it’s off, we’re off.”
I nodded. “I’ve been to many radio stations for interviews before. I know the drill.”
“Well, good! All right, we’re on in ten seconds,” he said, looking at his camera man, who was holding up five fingers and, bending them down and up twice.
I nodded, feeling a little nervous. I supposed it was to late to back out now.
“We’re on in five, four, three, two… Hello, everyone. This is your DJ Hank Thomas, and as promised, I am here with Blake Lewis, who is going to talk with us for the first time about his relationship with Chris Richardson. I’m sure you’re all curious to know exactly how close those two BFFS are, right?”
I felt my stomach dropping a little. Chris and I couldn’t hide it forever. I was surprised we had hidden it so far. I knew I might as well get it over with now, even though it was against what I believed in.
“Say hello to your fans, Blake.”
I snapped back to attention. “Hello! Blake Lewis in the house!”
“So, Blake, I’m going to start off by asking about those pictures. You had to have known this one was coming.”
“Yes, I did,” I said with a sigh. Here we go…
“So, in some of those pictures, you and Chris Richardson were kissing. Those didn’t look like kisses from one BFF to another. Was there more to those kisses than just a a friendly kiss?”
“Yes, there was definitely more to those kisses.” I couldn’t believe I was admitting that on live radio.
“So, you two are dating then?”
“Well, obviously if we’re kissing like that.”
“Yes or no.”
Man this guy was being pushy! I was starting to regret this already. I sighed. “Yes, Chris and I are dating.”
“How long has this been going on for?”
“We started dating ever since the top twenty or somewhere around there.”
“How did you start off dating? I mean, you both had girlfriends coming into the show, right?”
“Yes, but we broke it off with them shortly after coming onto the show.”
“So how did you know that the other was gay? Did you just go up and say, “Look, I’m attracted to you. Do you want to go out?’.”
“No. Us contestants were playing a game of truth or dare, and Leslie Hunt dared me to kiss Chris. I asked Chris if he minded, and he said he didn’t. We kissed, and just started liking each other after that. It just sort of came naturally.”
“How do your ex-girlfriends feel about that? It can’t feel good to have your boyfriend dump you, and then fall for a man.”
“Well, I don’t really talk with my ex anymore. For all I know, she still thinks I’m straight. As for Chris’ ex, well, she’s married and moved away now, so I really don’t think she cares.”
“Well, we have to get back to the music now, but we’ll be back after this. This is Madonna's new one, “Time Freeze”.”
The DJ switched over to the music, and set his head phones down. He grinned at me. “Great interview so far, huh?”
I shrugged. “It’s not too bad, but lay off me a little bit. I didn’t appreciate being pushed to say a flat our yes or no if Chris and I are dating. I think they got the picture with what I had said already.”
He nodded. “Completely understandable. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Would you like a drink? We have coffee, soda, water, juice.”
“I'll take an orange juice please,” I said.
One of the radio crew got me a bottle of orange juice just like that.
I thanked him, and then sat back to wait for the next part of the interview. Hank had better lay off this time, I thought, There would be hell to pay for him if he didn’t.
B∞C

Wow, I thought to myself. This Hank guy was not exactly going easy on him. He was getting a little bit too personal. I thought the ex-girlfriend thing was totally unnecessary to talk about. I hoped he would tone it down a bit when they came back. Surely Blake was telling him off now. I smiled to myself at the thought. Blake didn’t take crap from anybody—especially not from nosy DJs. That was what had me so worried.
The song seemed to go by really fast, for soon, they were back on.
“This is Hank Thomas, and I’m back with Blake Lewis, who is kind enough to talk with us about his and Chris Richardson’s relationship. So far we’ve found out that they first fell in love when they were dared to kiss each other during a game of truth or dare during the top twenty week when they were on American Idol. Now I want to ask, Blake, when were you open about your relationship? Meaning, did you tell any fellow contestants about your relationship? I know there is that rule about not dating other contestants. Was it hard to hide the fact that you and Chris were dating?”
This guy sure liked to ask a lot of questions at once. I waited for Blake’s answer. He hesitated only for a moment.
“It was hard, yeah. At first, we didn’t want to tell anyone. Jordin was actually the first to know. She walked in on us making out. She was great about it, and promised not to tell. Sanjaya found out shortly afterwards. He could kind of see what was going on without having to actually see it, if you know what I mean. He asked me, and I didn’t want to lie to the kid. I knew I could trust him. He never told anyone, except for his sister. That wasn’t until later on in the tour though, and he had asked first.”
“So, do any of the other contestants know about you two, or will this be their first time hearing about it?” Hank asked.
“They all found out during the length of the tour.”
“How did they find out?”
Blake sighed.
I bit my bottom lip in anticipation of Blake’s answer. Would he dare mention the sex tape?”
“Well, most of them simply found out by catching Chris and I. I guess he and I weren’t careful enough. It’s a small tour bus. I guess we should have known we’d be caught eventually. I’m just glad it was never by a producer or anything.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. He had handled that quite well. Maybe the years of doing interviews had taught him something.
“So, what did they catch you doing? It couldn’t have been just kissing the whole time, right?”
“Uh oh. Blake, behave,” I said out loud, even tough I knew it was pointless.
“I don’t really think that is anyone’s business.”
“Aw, come on, Blake! Your fans want to know. Heck, I want to know. Are you two having sex? Did they catch you and Chris doing a little hanky-panky on your tour bunk?”
“Blake, please…” I pleaded. Oh how I wished I had gone after all. I could have kept him in line.
“That’s none of your, or anyone else’s for that matter, business.”
I buried my face in my hands and shook my head as I heard that censor beep before the word “business”. It didn’t take much pondering to know what word they had censored out was. “Oh, Blake, please don’t do something you’re going to regret,” I said to myself. I was afraid to listen on, but, it was one of those things where you didn’t want to listen to it, yet, at the same time, you can’t pull yourself away. I continued to listen, but I wasn’t happy about it.
B∞C

“Now there’s no need for language. Remember we’re on-air.”
“Well, there’s no need to pry into my private life either. You promised me you wouldn’t pry too much.” I was so ticked off right then, it wasn’t even funny. I was so sick of this guy. He was rude and obnoxious. I would never do another interview with him as long as I lived.
“I notice that ring on your left ring finger, and in a recent picture of Chris, I saw one on his left ring finger as well. In fact, it looks a lot like the ring on your right ring finger. Is there any significance to those rings?”
“There might be. Then again, sometimes rings are just rings.” Chris and I had talked about me announcing our engagement, but the more I thought about it, this guy didn’t deserve to be the one who got the scoop. Besides. I had changed my mind. I wanted Chris with me when I announced our engagement. It should be something we both did together.
“Well, I don’t believe for a second that either of you are virgins. I have no doubt you two are having sex. Aren’t you?”
I could not believe he was back to that.
“You know what? This interview is over. I don’t like your prying, and frankly, I don’t like your attitude.” I stood up. I had had enough.
“I only asked you simple question. We all know it’s true anyway. You might as well admit it. Or maybe it isn’t true,” Hank pushed. “Is Chris getting some action somewhere else? Maybe he doesn’t need you to get off.”
Oh. No. He. Didn’t. I snapped. I lunged for him, but a security guard had come out of nowhere, stopping me from attacking Hank.
Hank shrank back a little, holding his hands up in defense. “Oo, it looks like I hit a nerve! You better not take it out on me, Blake. I will press charges if you lay even just a finger on me.”
I sighed. He was right. I could end up in jail if I attacked him, and it wasn’t worth it. However, I had to set one thing straight. I leaned into the microphone, and the guard let go of me. I spoke, giving one heck of a sign off, if I do say so myself. “This is Blake Lewis. You know what? Fine. You all want to know what Chris and I do? We,” I’d like to note that when I said the particular swear word that I had said earlier, it didn’t get censored this time. Apparently, no one had been expecting it, “every single night. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. Chris isn’t sleeping with anyone else because he doesn’t need anyone else. I make him feel good in parts he never even knew he had. And he’s so good in bed, I see stars every fricking time, so of course I am sleeping with only him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go,” the censor kicked in this time, “my boyfriend some more.”
With that, I took off out of the station. I knew I might regret what I had just done later, but right then, I was feeling pretty damn good about myself.
B∞C

I didn’t know whether to be amused or appalled at what Blake had just done.
“Well, something has crawled up his butt! Or in his case, slid into his butt.” Hank burst into maniacal laughter.
I shook my head in disgust, and turned off the radio. I couldn’t believe they let scum like that DJ for a radio station. I wondered how many stars would now be weary of letting him interview them. I started the car and latched my seat belt, and then I headed back home. I knew Blake would probably be headed home now, and I wanted to be there for him.

When I arrived back home, I saw that Blake was already there. I parked, then undid my seat belt, left the car, and headed into the house. I knew he wasn’t going to be in the best of moods. In fact, he was probably in his “diva mode” right now, as I liked to call it.
He wasn’t downstairs, which didn’t surprise me. I knew he had to be in the bedroom. I walked up the stairs and into our bedroom. Sure enough, there he was sitting on our bed, and looking down at the floor.
He looked up when he heard me enter the room. “Did you hear?”
I shut the door behind me, and then went to sit down next to him on the bed. I sighed as I sat down. “Yes, I did.” I placed a hand on his back and gave him a gentle massage.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on him like that, and said what I did. Our fans probably think I’m a real jerk now. He just made me so angry! I just… I just snapped.” He rested his head on my shoulder.
I pulled him closer to me. “They aren’t going to think you’re a jerk. Hank had it coming to him. I’m just glad you didn’t do something stupid like attack him.”
He looked up at me, blushing slightly. “Actually, I tried to. I wanted to punch the shit out of him.”
I felt my stomach drop a bit. “Blake, you didn’t, did you?”
He shook his head, and I felt relief coursing through my veins. “No. A security guard stopped me. It stopped me long enough to think about it. I didn’t want to be put in jail and ruin our wedding.”
I smiled. “I think you’d be out by the time of our wedding. It’s not for eight months! Even so, it was smart not to attack him. That wouldn’t have done anything but get you in trouble and make you look like the jerk. When someone is acting like an idiot, the best thing to do is to just ignore them. Trust me, even if you’re completely innocent, you just end up looking like the bad guy if you try to fight back.”
“I know. I just don’t want to be a doormat. I don’t want people like Hank thinking they can say whatever they want about me or to me, and get away with it.”
I continued to rub his back. “Who gives a crap about Hank or people like him? I sure don’t. He’s a pathetic loser, and not worth wasting your breath over.”
He nodded, and then looked up at me. “Are you mad about what I said on the radio?”
I grinned. “Why should I be? You gave me a pretty good compliment.” I winked at him.
He grinned too. “Well, it is true.”
I lay down on the bed, and puled him on top of me. “Everything you said about pleasuring me is true too. In fact, I want to feel you do those things to my body now.” I nipped at his earlobe, and ran my hand down his backside.
He moaned, and began to undo his pants. He wasn’t wearing a belt. I was glad; it left one less thing to get rid of.
I sat up, and pulled off his shirt, having it to the floor before he was even done removing his pants. Though, in his defense, he did have his socks to discard.
“Your turn,” he said once he was fully undressed.
“Do you want to do the honors?” I asked, my breath warm against his ear.
Without a word, he pulled off my shirt, and then began working on my belt.
I toed off my socks.
When he had gotten my belt and jeans undone, he slipped them off with ease, bringing my underwear down with them. To the floor they went.
He pushed me back down onto the bed again, and attacked my mouth with his own, pausing only to grab the lubricant from the bedside drawer.
“Hurry up. I want you so bad…” I nipped at the skin down his neck, and gently rubbed my thumbs over his nipples—both at the same time.
He let our a guttural moan, and started to stretch me, using two fingers at a time.
I moaned, my moan soon muffled by his mouth against mine.
He continued to prepare me, two fingers at a time. By the time four fingers were gliding easily in and out of me, I was so ready for him that I would have pushed him on his back and rode him just to hurry things along.
Thankfully, I only had to wait a few seconds more as he slickened his erection with the lubricant.
I pulled him down to me. “I want it now.”
He didn’t even bother recapping the lubricant. He tossed it over his shoulder and straddled me, gently pushing in with no more hesitation.
“Yes…” I closed my eyes, and pressed my hands against his backside, trying to push more into me.
“Ugh. What are you trying to do, make me come before we even get started?” He asked with a grin.
“I think we’ve already started,” I said.
“Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet. Trust me.” He was all the way inside of me now, but I still craved more.
“Show; don't tell,” I said. “Or you could do both. As long as showing is involved, I really don't care.”
That was the right thing for me to say. He was determined to live by his final statement that he had made to that DJ, and boy did he ever.
By the time we were lying side by side on post-orgasmic bliss, I had to think that if this was a taste of what married life was going to be like, I wanted to elope right now.
“So, Blake asked after we had regained our breath back to normal, should we invite the DJ to our wedding?”
I laughed. “Yeah, right! We should have just gone to Ryan Seacrest. He would have handled things a whole lot better.”
He kissed my chest, and then rested his head on it. “I think we should do an interview together with Ryan. We can announce our engagement to him before some tabloid finds out about it.”
“I think we should too. We can think about arranging that later. Right now, I just want to lie here with my fiance.” I leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
He looked up at me and grinned. “I like the sound of that—your fiance.”
“Me too,” I said.
We kissed again, and then rested for a while.
As I lay with Blake in my arms and resting his head on my chest, I had never felt more content. Besides God, Blake was all I needed. Blake was all I’d ever need.
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