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On The Road Again	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Happy Birthday To Blake
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We didn’t get a chance to talk to Phil until after the show. I was so freaked out. What if he told someone? Heck, what if he had told all the other idols and they had had one big laugh over it? What if Simon had gotten word? Would Chris and I be immediately gone from the show?

I would fight it if he tried to pull anything. I swear I would.
Phil knew we wanted to talk to him. After the after party, he pulled us onto the bus before the others got there.
Chris and I sat down on the love seat of all things, and he sat in a chair in front of us.
“I bet you’re both wondering what time I came in earlier,” he stated.
“The thought crossed our minds,” I said with a slight nod.
“Don’t worry. I saw you to go onto the bus. I was going to go on and say hi, but then my phone rang, so I had to take the call. By the time I got off the phone, I came onto the bus and heard you two…well you know. So, I left you be. Later, I tried to distract Chris Sligh from coming onto the bus, but he was starting to suspect that there was a reason I didn’t want him on it. Lucky for you guys, Sanjaya was still in hair and makeup,” Phil explained.
“We’re sorry you had to talk in on us, but thank you for covering for us,” Chris said.
Phil held up his hands. “Don’t mention it.”
“I bet you had the biggest shock of your life walking in on us,” I commented.
Phil grinned. “Honestly, it didn’t really surprise me. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You’re practically all over each other on the stage—and I don’t just mean for your duets. I see you looking at each other from across the stage. Heck, even offstage you’re always together. You share clothes. Straight guys don’t share clothes—at least not as often as you two do.”
Chris and I both blushed.
“I’m not gay. I’m a…Chris-sexual,” I stated.
Phil and Chris both gave me an odd look.
“What? Chris is the only man I’ve ever really…had feelings for.” This was so embarrassing. I wish I didn’t even have to have this conversation, but I knew I had to. “You’re not going to tell anyone are you?” I had to ask. I was so worried he was going to tell on us (if he hadn’t already), and that it would soon be all over the news.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, don’t worry. You guys are my friends. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Phil assured us.
I let out a sigh of relief. I should have known Phil wasn’t like that. Even so, this whole situation had left me on edge.
“So you haven’t told anyone already?” Chris asked.
Phil shook his head. “Like I told Blake, you guys are my friends. I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s not my place to tell. I distracted Sligh, didn’t I?”
Chris and I both nodded.
“I’m handling this the same way we handle it in the military. ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell,” he added.
“Well you kind of don’t have to ask anymore,” I quipped.
“You know what I mean,” he said with a smile.
I smiled too. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
Chris nodded. “Yeah, thanks.” He smiled too.
“I do have a few things I’d like to ask, but of course it would stay between us two.”
I sighed. I figured this was coming. “Shoot.”
“Well, for one, does anyone else know?”
Chris and I glanced at each other.
“Yes. Jordin walked in on us shortly after Sligh was sent home,” Chris answered.
“And Sanjaya figured it out on his own. He asked me about it, and I didn’t want to lie,” I explained.
“So that brings me to my next question. How long have you guys been an item? Obviously if you guys were walked in on after Sligh was sent home, it was while we were on the show?”
Chris and I both nodded.
“Do you remember when we all played that game of truth or dare?” I asked.
Phil nodded. “It was back when we were still the top twenty.”
“Well, when Leslie dared Chris and I to kiss, that started it all,” I continued.
“We kissed again a couple weeks after, and we’ve been together ever since. Though we didn’t start sleeping together until right before I was eliminated,” Chris told him.
“Chris!” I scolded. I gently swatted his arm. “You didn’t need to tell him that.”
Phil nodded. “Way to much info, dude.”
Chris blushed. “Sorry.”
Phil stood up. “Well, your secret’s safe with me. You have nothing to worry about. Just try to be more careful next time when you choose to…you know.”
I nodded. “Trust me. We will.”
Sanjaya entered the bus then. “What’s up y’all?”
“Nothing except that Phil walked in on Chris and I,” I said.
“Wait. When you say walked in on, do you mean?”
Chris and I both nodded.
Sanjaya made a face. “Oo! So now there are three of us who know.” He turned to Phil. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
Phil shook his head. “Of course not.”
Sanjaya grinned. “I like being one of the few to know a secret.”
“Yeah, well it better stay only you three knowing,” I warned.
“Relax! I’m not a jerk like you,” Sanjaya replied.
My mouth dropped open.
He screamed, and began running down the row of bunks.
I chased him, Phil and Chris both laughing, and Sligh coming onto the bus muttering something about us all being crazy.
I guess Phil finding out wasn’t so bad. At least Chris and I could trust him. However, I was determined to not let anyone else know. It would be to dangerous—friends or not.
B∞C

I was grateful to have such a loyal friend in Phil. I knew he wouldn’t tell.
Regardless, for the next three days leading up until Blake’s birthday, he and I behaved ourselves. We didn’t want another walk-in-in episode.
When Blake’s birthday arrived, however, we weren’t about to hold back.
He wanted to record a bit, so we worked on some songs together, and we both got a little recording done.
Then come nighttime, we hung out with a producer friend of ours. Blake ended up kissing her by the end of the night. The girl had a boyfriend, but I still didn’t find much humor in Blake kissing her. It was just a friendly kiss, but it still made my blood boil. I couldn’t get angry with him. He was a little tipsy for one. For two, it was his birthday. And for three, she had a boyfriend. Besides, that was just Blake for you. He loved to kiss his female friends. It wasn’t exactly one of his best traits in my opinion, but I guess I was just jealous.
We all partied on our bus after a bit.
However, since we were spending the night in Anaheim, we had a hotel to stay in.
“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” Blake asked, his breath warm against my neck, and his voice low enough for only me to hear.
I nodded. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”
We grinned at each other.
“Thank you everyone for celebrating my birthday with me, and thank you for all the wonderful gifts. You really didn’t have to get me anything,” Blake said to our friends.
Of course our friends were all happy to get him the gifts, and they told him so.
After a bit, Blake and I had both exchanged goodbyes and goodnights to everyone, and had finally managed to escape to go to head back to the hotel.
Blake stopped as we passed by the girls’ bus. “I want to get something.”
“What?” I asked.
Blake motioned me to follow him. Since the girls had been going back and forth between busses, the bus door was opened. He walked up the stairs.
I followed him, wondering what he had in mind.
“What do you need to get on the girls’ bus?” I asked.
“I want to see if they have anything we can use tonight.”
“For what?” I was still confused.
Blake turned to me and grinned. “I want to see if they have anything we can use for our video.”
I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What video?”
Blake grinned mischievously. “Well, since it’s my birthday, and since we both know we’re going back to my hotel room to ravish each other anyway, I figured we’d make it exciting. I want to make a sex tape.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A sex tape?”
Blake nodded. “Come on. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t turn you on.”
I licked my lips. “Of course it would. It would turn me on to no end. But what if someone sees it?”
Blake smirked. “It will be strictly for our eyes only. Don’t you worry about that.” He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. “Now come on and help me look before someone comes back.”
I licked my lips. “Won’t they be mad when they find some of their things missing? And what are we looking for anyway?”
“We’ll have the stuff returned before they even know it’s gone. And look for anything that might be fun to play with. Oo! We can use these.”
I looked to see what Blake had found. They were two silk scarves.
We grinned at each other. That might be kind of fun.
I looked around, and found a purple feather pen. It was a rather big feather for a pen, I thought.
“Oo, that’s perfect!” Blake said, seeing the pen. “Bring that.”
“Kinky,” I said with a grin, as I stuffed it into my pocket.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he commented.
When it came to Blake, I believed it.
B∞C

Chris and I entered my hotel room. I was so excited at the treasures we had found on the girls’ bus. We had two silk scarves, a purple feather, some eyeliner, and a lipstick. We could definitely have fun with those.
I went over to the closet where I had stored the DVD recorder that Phil had given me earlier for my birthday. It is what had given me the idea to make this sex tape. He had even gone in on the gift with Sligh, and Sligh had paid for the tripod to go with it.
I set the recorder and the tripod up.
“So, when should we start this video? Should we start it while we’re undressing each other, or shall we just get down and dirty right away?” he asked.
“I want you to get into this first,” I said, handing him the security guard outfit that I sometimes wore for the show.
“You really are kinky,” he said with a smirk. He didn’t complain though.
I handed him a plastic pair of policeman glasses, and he took the outfit to the bathroom to change.
While he did that, I stripped down to nothing.

Five minutes later, Chris came out of the bathroom with the uniform and glasses on.
I pressed record on the recorder, and he casually strutted over to me.
“Why don’t you have your clothes on?” His voice was a little gruff, and I knew that he was in character.
“Why, Officer Richardson, I just thought we’d have some fun.” I began stroking him over his pants.
He moaned. “You know, I could arrest you for public nudity.”
“We’re not in public. We’re in the privacy of my hotel room,” I informed him.
“Well then I could arrest you for sexual assault of an officer.”
I tiled my head to the side, and pretended to ponder it. “You could. But wouldn’t it be so much more fun to just give into it?” I undid his belt and pants, and then began to grind up against him.
He sucked in a breath, and slowly let it out. “I’m warning you.”
“What are you going to do? Hm?” I asked. I knocked off his hat.
“Last warning,” he said, pushing himself firmly against me.
I took off his glasses, tossed them to the floor, and then pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss.
“That’s it. I’m going to have to arrest you,” he said.
I grinned. “Let me help you.” I pulled the covers back on the bed, lay down, and held my hands up towards the bedposts.
Chris walked over to the bed and took the two silk scarves that were setting there. He tied my wrists one at a time to the post. He read me my rights as he did so, but he used his own version. “You have the right to scream my name in pleasure. Anything I do to you that you love will be given to you again.”
I grinned cockily. “Whatever you say, Officer.”
When he finished trying my wrists, he kicked off his shoes and socks and then he slipped his pants and boxers down together, stepping out of them.
I moaned as he took off his shirt at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“What’s the matter?” he asked with a smirk. “You didn’t think I’d take it off quickly, did you? You’ve been a very bad boy. You don’t get what you want quite so quickly.”
“Take it off, now. It’s my birthday, and I always get what I want on my birthday,” I said. It was true. I always did.
He let his shirt fall to the floor, and he climbed on top of me. “You know, it also was very bad of you to kiss our producer. I don’t like seeing you kiss other people. It gets me so jealous.” His tone was dripping with sex, and I was beginning to wish that I wasn’t tired to the bedposts.
“Well why don’t you let me kiss you and make it all better?” I asked.
He smiled. “All right. But first, I think it’s about time we put some use to some of our treasures.” He took the eyeliner from the bedside table and began to line my eyes with it. “You’re going to look so fricking sexy in this.”
I grinned. “Mm. Whatever turns you on, Officer.”
He finished lining my eyes, and then he recapped the eyeliner and set it back on the nightstand. He licked his lips. “Oh yes. It’s a definite turn on. I just want to eat you alive.” He kissed my nipples, saving the pierced one for second. He took the ring between his teeth before kissing it.
I moaned. “You definitely have my permission to eat me,” I said, blushing a bit. Chris was the only man in this world who had the power to make me blush like that.
“I don’t need your permission,” he said. He began kissing down my chest. He let his tongue dip into my navel while his fingers fondled my nipples. One hand played with the ring, while the other one, massaged the ring-less nipple.
I moaned, wanting so much more. I didn’t have to wait long, however, for soon his tongue was licking over the head of my cock, licking in a slow and circular motion. His hands were moving up and down the shaft as he did so.
“More,” I told him. “I want more. Remember my rights? Whatever you do that I love, I get more of it.”
He smiled. “You want more of what? Do you want some of this?” He gently grazed his index finger nail over the slit of my cook, and I swear I would have fallen of the bed had it not been for the restraints at my wrists.
I swore.
He smirked. “Now, now, there’s no need for that kind of language. I fully intend on giving you what was promised to you in your rights.” He took me all the way into his mouth then, gently massaging my balls between his index finger and his thumb.
I continued to cry out obscenities, hardly being able to think straight as he pleasured me to no end.
For someone who has only ever been with me, as far as being with another man goes, he was pretty damn good at giving a blowjob. In fact, that was an understatement. He was so good that if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was the one to invent the blowjob.
I struggled against the restraints, wanting to touch him so badly. I almost succeeded in ripping them as I came. The girls would have loved that—not. I am pretty sure I cried out Chris’ name, but it was really a blur to me. I couldn’t even think straight. I was, however, aware of him sucking me dry, taking down everything I had to offer, all the while still fondling my balls.
When he finished, he climbed back up my body and kissed me deeply.
I allowed his tongue inside to play with mine, and for moments, we stayed like that, kissing as if our lives depended on it.
“Well, since I love you so much, I suppose I can let you out of these restraints,” Chris said, untying my wrists.
“Mm, I love you too. Thank you,” I said, beginning to rub my wrists.
“You’re welcome.” He took my wrists, and kissed them one at a time.
We smiled at each other.
“You can go back to Chris now. I want my boyfriend inside of me,” I said against his ear.
Chris shivered. “Mm, and you’re going to get it. Remember what I told you the other day about taking you over and over again? I‘m going to make good on that promise.”
“I have some lubricant under the bed, and condoms too,” I said.
“Good to know,” he said.
He reached underneath the bed, and grabbed what he needed. He took the condom first, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth and spitting the wrapper out.
“You know, I love how we only use these to keep the sheets clean,” I said. I leaned close to him and gently nipped his earlobe. “I love feeling your hard, naked, cock inside of me with no rubber to separate us. It‘s always so big. You now I love how big it gets for me and only me.”
He let out an animalistic growl, and I knew that I was going to get it good.
I was right. He inserted a finger deep inside of me, instantly going for my prostate.
I swore. I hadn’t even noticed him lubricating it, though he had. With those ninja moves, I could hardly wait for more. Yes, this birthday was shaping up to be the best birthday I ever fricking had.
B∞C

I hadn’t wasted anytime in preparing Blake. I had gotten to be an expert at preparing him quickly, yet thoroughly.
I made to push my way inside of Blake, but he stopped me with a hand to my arm.
“Wait,” he said. “Put this on first.” He held up the tube of red lipstick we had found in the girls’ bus.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. “Why?”
“Because I want to have traces of your lips all over my body,” he answered simply.
I shrugged and put it on. I couldn’t argue with that. At least that wouldn’t leave permanent marks, as opposed to bite marks.
When I finished, I rolled the lipstick back down and recapped it. I set it down on the bed stand, and then I slipped into Blake after he wrapped his legs tightly round my waist.
“Mm, yes, baby…” He tangled his fingers in my hair, or what I had of it anyway.
I leaned down and kissed him until I was all the way inside of him. I then paused, and released his lips from mine.
“Does this feel good?” I asked.
“You know it does,” he said. He began to nip at my neck.
“You’re going to leave a mark, Blakey,” I whined. I hated having to wear makeup on my neck. I also had to put it on myself and hope that our cosmetologist didn’t notice.
“It’s my birthday. I can do what I want,” he said, continuing his ministrations.
Again, I couldn’t argue with that. I began my rhythm inside of him, making sure to hit his prostate dead on every time. If he wanted to play rough, then I was going to as well.
“Christopher…” he hissed.
I moaned, for my full name always turned me on.
I increased my pace, wanting to badly to explode in him, filling him with everything I had.
“Gosh, Richie.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his fingers dug painlessly into my back.
I moaned. Apparently Richie was as much of a turn to me as Christopher was.
I pressed our bodies closer together, and Blake tightened his legs around my waist.
For the next few minutes, I pounded hard and fast into him, never once letting up on his prostate. He was so tight no matter how many times we did it.
I thumbed his nipple ring, and he used his hand to fondle my balls while the other hand played with my nipple ring.
That did it. I felt my whole body shake as I exploded deep inside of him, just as I had wanted.
I knew that the recorder would have no trouble picking up either of our voices as we cried out the other’s name. I was usually one to also add incoherent words along with Blake’s name when I came, whereas Blake always added swear words to my name. Again, that was Blake for ya.
When I was able to come to my senses again, I reached over and grabbed the lipstick again. I opened it and rolled it up. Finally, I wrote one word across Blake’s chest—Mine.
Blake smiled down at the word. “You won’t find me disagreeing.”
He was quick. With a ninja-like movement, as he would call it, he had me pinned down below him, and even quicker he had my hands tied to the best post.
“What do you have planned now?” I asked with a smile, hoping that a blowjob was involved.
He grinned. “We haven’t used the feather yet.”
“Mm, well then I guess we better use it,” I said.
He nodded, and grabbed the feather from the bed stand.
Slowly he trailed the feather over my lips, and then down to my neck and over my nipples. Next, it was dragged down my chest, and finally all around my groin and balls.
“Blake…”
“You know, I should tease you like you teased me at the beginning of all this,” he said.
“But that wasn’t me,” I protested. “It’s was Officer Richardson, remember?”
He grinned. “True. And lucky for you, I don’t have the patience for anymore foreplay.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t have the patience for it either.”
His eyes darkened. “I’ll even be nice and undo your restraints,” he said. He undid them, and then climbed back down my body before instantly taking me into his mouth.
“Heck yeah!” I said, tangling my fingers in his hair. I was glad that he actually had hair to tangle my fingers in. I was glad I wasn’t Phil’s wife. That was a nasty though, so I moved my thoughts back to Blake.
His full attention was back on my dick again, and there was no way I was going to last long.
Between his lips, teeth, hands, and fingers, I came not even a minute later.
He moaned as he drank it all down, and I nearly got hard again.
He climbed up my body and we kissed for a few moments.
Finally, we broke the kiss.
“So, do you think the video will be good?” I grinned at him.
He grinned too. “And it’s going to be so hot to watch me sucking you, and even hotter to watch you sucking me, and putting your dick inside of me, and thrusting in and out of me, and…” His voice broke a little, and I knew he was getting pretty turned on at his own words. “Exploding inside of me…”
I moaned. “What do you say we continue this in the shower?”
He nodded. “I say hell yeah!”
We grinned at each other.
He walked over to the camera. “Sadly, since I don’t think this is water-proof, the tape it going to have to end here. But first…” He gently pulled me over by the wrist.
I laughed as he mooned the camera. “This.” He turned around and stroked himself for the camera. “And this are all my boyfriend Chris’ Richardson’s. He is the only one besides me who can do what he wants with them.”
I laughed, and then did the same as he did, only telling the camera that mine belonged to Blake. I then followed it up by pulling Blake into a very passionate kiss, which he very eagerly returned.
“Now if you excuse us, we’re going to go continue this in the shower.” He turned off the camera.
“You do realize we just talked to a camera, don’t you?” I asked him with a smirk.
He shrugged. “Or ourselves, depending on how you look at it.” He took the DVD out and grabbed the case for it. He put it into the case.
“Should we label it?” I asked.
He nodded. “Hm, what should we call it?”
I thought about it for a minute. How about ‘Property of Cake’?”
He grinned. “I like that.”
He took out a black Sharpie and titled it, and then he closed the case and dropped it into his ugly orange bag.
Before we shower, I want to give you your birthday presents,” I said. I had almost forgotten.
He smiled. “You didn’t have to get me anything. You love me, and that is all I need.”
I smiled, and stroked his cheek. “I wanted to get you something.”
“Well I’m not going to refuse it, whatever it is.” He grinned.
I grinned too, and went into my room. I was glad that we had adjoining rooms here, and that the door between our two rooms could be opened. This allowed us to go between rooms without having to go out in the hall.
I came back a moment later with his gifts in a gift bag.
He read the card first. It had a bunch of hearts running a marathon with the caption above it that read, You make my heart race.
Blake smiled. “And you say I’m the nut!”
I grinned. “Shut up. Open it.”
He did, and on the inside he read the rest. And with each year gone by, it won’t slow down in age like you. Have a happy birthday, you old fart!
Blake laughed. “And here I thought you were going to get all sentimental on me. I love I! Thank you.”
I grinned, and we kissed.
He then took out what I had gotten him in Seattle. It was a snow globe wit the Seattle skyline in it.
“I wanted to you to have something to remind you of home,” I explained.
He actually had tears in his eyes.
“Well if you hate that gift, there is still another one in the bag,” I teased.
He carefully set the snow globe down on the dresser and pulled my face to his before kissing me deeply.
“Thank you,” he said when he broke the kiss. “That is the most thoughtful present I have received today. I love you so much!”
“I love you too.” I kissed him some more. “Now open the other one.”
He raised an eyebrow. “This was more than enough, you know.” regardless, he reached into the bag and pulled out a box. He opened it up, and smiled when he saw the silver ID bracelet that had cake engraved onto it followed by the date of the day that we met.
He looked up at me. “Just when I didn’t think you could get any sweeter.”
I smiled. “I have one for myself as well. I know we can’t wear them around the fans, but we can wear them in private.”
He put his bracelet back in its box, and then set the box on the dresser next to his snow globe. Finally, he took my hand in his own and gently squeezed it. “Let’s go take our shower now so that I can thank you properly.
I smiled. “I’d say there is no need to, but there really is.” I nodded down at my erection.
He laughed, and we both headed hand-in-hand into the shower to continue ‘celebrating’ his 26th birthday.
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