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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 6: I’m Doing this Tonight
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The day finally arrived. We had to pick up Chris’ parents from the airport at five, and my parents were do in about a half hour after that. Chris and I had bought the tickets for both my parents and his, and we had done our best to arrange it so that they had flights that would get them to LA at around the same time. That was what we were able to come up with. It was currently three o’clock and we had two hours until we had to be there. I was getting more nervous with every minute that got closer to the time.

“Maybe we just should have taken them out to dinner instead of choosing to make them something,” I suggested.
Chris sighed. “We’ve already been through this. It’s better to have dinner here in the privacy of our own home instead of out in public where people we don’t want listening ears listening in and hearing us coming out to our parents.”
I nodded. It made sense. I knew it did. I was just afraid of messing up dinner, putting our parents in bad moods, and then having to come out to our parents with them in bad moods. I told Chris this.
He laughed. “I’m so sure they’d be in bad moods just because we botched up dinner. If that happens, we can just order a pizza in. However, since I’m cooking and not you, everything will turn out fine. You don’t have to worry.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I feigned hurt.
He raided an eyebrow at me. “Come on. We all know that on the tour bus, I had to be the one to do the cooking. Sligh couldn’t cook because he liked to stick his fingers in the food and try it before serving it to us.”
I wrinkled my nose at the memory of catching Sligh dipping his finger into some sauce he was making, licking it, and then sticking it back in.
“Sanjaya couldn’t cook because he was always getting hair in the food.”
My face still had the disgusted look on it as I remembered finding a long brown hair in my macaroni. At least it hadn’t been small, black, and curly. Ugh!
“Phil was a semi-good cook, but he’s not here right now, is he?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t like that one dish he made, whatever it was.”
“Tuna casserole.”
“No wonder. I hate tuna.”
“You always opted to just order pizza in. Remember when you set off the bus fire alarm when just making toast? We had to stop the bus and get off it. We lost an hour of traveling time.”
“Hey—I swear Sanjaya turned the knob as high as it could go when I wasn’t looking!”
“What about the time you made that cake, and it came out all nasty and dry?”
“We were out of eggs! I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal not to add them.”
“The point is, I am the only one who has never had a complaint about the things I cook.”
“Well, la-ti-da for you,” I said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes. “You can give it a go if you want, but I have a feeling we’ll be ordering pizza.”
“Fine. You make dinner then.” I crossed my arms over my chest. I knew he was right, but that only annoyed me more. I hated being proven wrong.
“Don’t feel bad, baby. You know there are other thing’s you’re good at making.”
I smiled. I loved to be praised up. “Like what?”
He walked over to me and placed his arms around my waist. “Like making music.”
I nodded. “That I am. At least, so I’ve been told. What else?”
“You’re good at making friends.”
Again, I nodded. “True, true.”
“You’re good at making me laugh.” His embrace tightened around my waist, an I hugged him in return. “Then there is my favorite thing of all.”
I looked him in the eyes, nearly drowning in the ocean of green.
He grinned, and then leaned his head down so that his lips were brushing against my left ear. “You’re good at making love to me.”
I felt my whole body shiver, but I felt nothing but warm, starting from where Chris’ arms were wrapped around me, all the way down to my groin. “You can’t go saying something like that without expecting me to want to see for myself.”
He grinned, and looked at his watch. “Well, I suppose we have time to break in another room before I start dinner. “Which room would you like to break in? I’ll let you pick.” He winked at me.
I smiled, and thought about it for a moment. Finally, I decided upon the foyer. “I want to do it in the foyer.”
He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “In the foyer? Of all the rooms in the house you choose the foyer? Why?”
I shrugged. “Well, it’s still a room in our house...sort of. Besides, I want to take you up against the door. I don’t know why, but I just have this urge to pound into you from behind, and have your body slamming against the door with every time I thrust into you.” I gently nipped down the side of his neck, and then back up his neck and over his jaw, where my lips finally came to rest on his lips.
He moaned into the kiss. “Mm...” He broke the kiss and grinned at me. “That’s a good enough reason for me!”
I grinned too, and then took his hand and led him out of the kitchen and to the foyer. This was going to be fun...among other things.

B∞C

Another thing Blake Lewis was good at besides “making things” was being quick with his hands. He was fast with undressing us, and even faster when preparing me with the lubricant he had had hidden on top of the foyer closet under one of our many hats.
He pressed me against the door, and lathered his erection up with the lubricant. I heard the snapping of the cap and then the soft thud the tube made as he tossed it aside.
“Just remember to put that away before our parents get here,” I said with a slight smile at the thought of the looks on their faces if they were to find it.
“Please don’t mention our parents when we’re doing something like this.”
I smirked. “Good point.” I gasped as Blake slowly pushed into me. I hadn’t been expecting that. Usually, he warned me before hand. I knew that he must have been really in the mood. I was too, so I wasn’t complaining.
He kissed my neck. “Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “You never hurt me. I turned my head and kissed his lips.
He kissed me back for a moment, and then broke the kiss. “Just tell me when you’re ready for more. You already feel so tight and good.”
“Whenever you’re ready, I am. I want to feel you...all of you.”
I saw that look of desire flash in his eyes again, and soon, he was sliding almost all the way out, and then quickly sliding back in all the way to the hilt.
I let out a moan that came from deep within me. He always felt so good. It was always the best sex I ever had with Blake, and I was sure that he was made to be inside me. He felt too amazing not to have been.
He placed his arms around my waist and began to constantly thrust into me hard and firm. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room until he spoke. “So, do you still stand by your belief that I’m good at making love to you?”
I smirked. “I don’t know. I think you’re going to have to step it up a little. I may have been mistaken.”
He groaned. “I’ll show you stepping it up!” He roughly placed my hands so that they were both flat against the door. Then, he placed his arms back around my waist, and pulled out to the head before slamming back into me, hitting my prostate at just the right angel that drove me inane. He knew what that particular angle does to me.
I moaned loudly, my head thrown back and my eyes closed. “That’s not fair.”
I felt his lips on mine before he spoke. “Not being fair has never felt so good, huh?”
I bit my bottom lip, and opened my eyes. “Heck yeah!”
“Would you like me to do it again?” He sounded so innocent even when asking something so completely not innocent. He nipped down my neck.
“Yes! Please do it again and again,ugh!” He had me begging now, which is exactly what he wanted, I knew. “Don’t mark my neck,” I then added. “We don’t want our parents finding out about us before we tell them.”
He groaned. “I asked you not to mention them.” He stopped nipping at my neck regardless.
“Sorry.”
“Just shut up and let me show you how good I am at this,” he said, giving my neck one last nip before quickening his pace, and keeping his angle the same, just as I had requested.
I couldn’t speak any more even if I wanted to at that point. The pleasure Blake was giving me was coursing through my veins like fire. Only instead of burning, it felt better than ecstasy. Not that I was ever stupid enough to have taken ecstasy, but I could imagine...
I tightly flexed my muscles around his cock, and his moan that echoed of the walls told me just how close he was to coming. “Are you close?” I smirked.
“You have no idea.” I barely recognized his voice, for it was so overcome with lust.
We carried on like this for about a minute more, me alternating and sometimes letting him ram freely into me, while other times flexing around him and making it a tighter fit.
At long last, I heard him screaming out a slew of cuss words and my name as he filled me deeply with his liquid heat.
That sent me over the edge as well, and I cried out his name, reaching down to place my hands overtop of his, which were still placed around my waist.
He rested his head on my back, and for a few moments, we just stood there, only able to pant as we tried to come back down from the incredible sex we had just had.
Eventually, he pulled out, and then turned me around and kissed me with the remaining energy he had left.
“So, was I as good as you remembered me to be?” He grinned.
I grinned too. “And then some.”
He kissed me again, and I hungrily kissed him back. When he broke the kiss, I could see the tired look in his eyes. I glanced at my watch again. We still had an hour before we had to leave.
“Why don’t you take a nap, and I’ll wake you when it’s time to pick them up, okay?”
He nodded. “I’m suddenly so tired I’ll be lucky to make it to the room. You really wore me out.”
I laughed. “I’ll do all the work next time then.” I picked him up and carried him to our bedroom. The bed was still unmade, so I just lay him down, and pulled the blankets overtop of him.
“Mm... You’re so good to me, Richie. I love you,” he said sleepily.
I smiled. “I love you too, Blakey.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, and then I left the room. It was time to make dinner. Then again, I figured it would be best to clean off the front door and get dressed first.
If I didn’t, in the words of Ricky Ricardo, there would be a lot of ‘splainin’ to do when our parents arrived.
B∞C

I ended up taking a half hour nap. After that, I quickly showered, and then dressed into some clean clothes. I made the bed after that, and finally headed down the stairs to see how Chris was coming along.
He smiled when he saw me. “Did you sleep well?”
I smiled too. “Yes, I did. Thanks for asking.” I walked over to him and kissed his cheek.
He smiled.
“So, what do you have left to do?” I then asked.
“Well, I already made the salads. They are in the fridge. I made a special garlic salt dressing. It sounds nasty, but I had it once when my grandmother made it, and it is delicious. I know you guys will more than likely love it, but just in case, I made a separate salad for the dressings of choice.”
I nodded, remembering how he had specifically asked both of his parents and had asked me to ask both of my parents what their favorite dressings were. I knew that no one would be disappointed. We would end up with a ton of salad, but oh well. It was better to have a lot and make everyone happy than to have just enough and leave someone dissatisfied.
“I also got the garlic bread all ready to put in the oven, and the spaghetti cooked. I got the chocolate cake mixed and baked. All that’s left to do is boil the sauce and put in on the spaghetti, and of course put the bread in the oven. I figured I’ll let you frost the cake since I know that it’s your favorite part, and something you can do without screwing up.”
“I don’ know whether to thank you or be offended,” I said.
“I don’t meant it to be mean. We have to go now anyway. We can finish up when we get back.”
“Did you clean up the mess we made in the foyer?” I asked, thinking of how there would be no way to explain our way out of that one.
He nodded and grinned. “Of course!”
“Mm, you’re the best boyfriend in the world.” I kissed him deeply.
He kissed me back, but then broke the kiss, licking his lips. “Mm, we had better go now before I get too tempted to take you on the kitchen table.”
I moaned. “Our parents can wait!” I took his hand and tried to led him over to the table, but he held me back.
“Nice try. Let’s go. There will be plenty of time for that after they leave.”
I sighed, but followed him to the foyer to get our shoes on. “There better be.”

***

We arrived at the airport five minutes early.

“Is it too late to back out on telling them?” Chris asked me.
“You’re the one that was so worried we’d never get to tell them,” I reminded him.
He nodded. “True. I don’t really want to back out. It’s still fun flirting with the idea though.”
“Isn’t it even more fun flirting with me?” I teased.
He laughed. “Yes, it is.” He pulled me close in a side hug. There would be nothing more than that as long as we were still in a public airport. “There they are.” He released me, and nodded towards the terminal where his parents, Danny and Phyllis, were walking through the horde of people exiting the plane.
When his parents saw us, they both got huge grins on their faces and ran over to Chris and I. Phyllis ran to Chris first, so Danny went to me. He shook my hand, but then said, “Ah, what the heck?” and pulled me in for a hug.
“It’s good to see you again. I’m glad you made it safely,” I said, patting Danny's back.
He grinned when we broke the hug. “Thanks for inviting us. I’m glad we got here safely too.”
We both laughed, and then Phyllis pulled me in for a hug as Danny hugged Chris.
“It’s so good to see you again, Blake. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, thank you,” I said as I hugged her back.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she said with a wink.
“So how is the album coming along?” Danny then asked me.
“It’s going good. It’s due out in December.”
“I’ll be sure to pick up a copy, then,” he said.
“Ha! I’ll give you one. Pick one up? What are you talking about?” I grinned at him.
He grinned back.
“There’s your parents, Blake.”
I felt a lump forming in my stomach as I looked in the direction that Chris was pointing. There they were, coming out of the terminal and heading towards us. In just a matter of hours—less even—until our parents would know about Chris’ and my relationship. Lord help us all.
B∞C

We made small talk on the way back to our place, and once we arrived, and had entered the house, our parents seemed instantly impressed.
“This is a pretty nice place you have for just the two of you. You’re not having big parties and bringing the ladies home are you?” Dallas joked, playfully elbowing me.
I laughed nervously. Far from it. “Na. We just liked this place best out of all the places we were shown.”
“Well, you know we want a tour now,” my mother said with a smile.
I nodded. "Of course. We’ll show you to your room first.” Blake and I had made sure to get double beds for all of our spare bedrooms.
Blake and I led the way with our parents following behind us. We showed them to their rooms, and then showed them the rest of the house. We had moved some of my things into the third spare bedroom just to make it look like I slept there. There was no use in them finding out about us by seeing that we shared a bed.
“Do you really need a king-sized bed all to yourself?” Dinah asked Blake.
Blake shrugged. “I like room to toss around in.”
“He’s just a diva,” I joked.
“Ha, ha,” Blake said, sarcastically.
Our parents laughed.
“Well, you have a very nice upstairs,” my mother said. My father and Blake’s parents voiced their agreement.
“Thank you,” Blake and I both said.
Next, Blake and I led our parents back downstairs and gave them a tour of the rest of the house. They loved the downstairs as much as they had the upstairs.
“I’m impressed. You boys did good,” my father said, placing an arm around me.
“Thanks, dad.” I grinned.
“Well, if you guys don’t mind, I would like to take a shower. I always feel so dirty after coming off planes. You never know who sat in the seat before you did—even in first class,” Dinah said.
I smiled. Like son like mother. “Sure. You can take one in our upstairs bathroom. The towels are in the linen closet. You’ll see it to your right when you go in.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“Do you boys need any help with dinner?” my mother then asked, for I had told her on the way there that I was making dinner.
“No, we’re almost done. Just relax and make yourself at home,” I told her.
v“You’re such a good boy,” she said, kissing my cheek.
Blake snickered.
“Mom,” I complained, blushing.
“Oh, mothers can never baby their children anymore,” she said, pretending to be annoyed, but her smile giving her away. “Well, if you don’t mind, and are sure there is nothing I can do, I think I’ll take a bath as well then.”
I nodded “Sure. You can take one in the master bathroom. Towels are already set out.”
My mother went off to do just that, and I saw that Dallas and my father had already helped themselves to mine and Blake’s big screen television in the living room, and were watching the baseball game that was on.
Blake and I took that opportunity to go into the kitchen and finish making dinner. It was hard to believe that in a matter of an hour or less, our parents would know about us. I just hoped that it would all end happily.

B∞C

I frosted the cake as Chris finished making the rest of dinner. I also set the table, and a half hour later, we were all seated at the table.
Danny, being a religious man, said a prayer before we ate. After he prayed, Chris started passing the food around, and soon, we were all enjoying our dinner. Chris and I had decided to wait for dessert to tell our parents. It was my idea. I figured if they didn’t accept us, at least we would have gotten to enjoy dinner beforehand. Also, I knew that dessert always put people in a good mood, so I was hoping they would be in one once Chris and I broke the news to them.
“This is really good. You made it, Chris?” my mother asked.
He nodded. “Yep! Although, Blake helped frost the cake that we’ll be having for dessert. He’s not good at cooking. You should see all the things he ruined when he tried to cook on the tour bus.”
I gave him a dirty look. He just had to rub it in.
“He takes after his mother,” my father stated.
“Watch it, Dallas,” my mother warned.
Dallas shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
I shook my head and grinned. I really did love my parents.

Dinner was finished too soon. Chris and I cleared the dishes, and brought out the cake. After we had served it to everyone (along with some vanilla ice cream and milk), we all settled in to eat it.
“Mm, this is delicious! You really did a great job tonight,” my mother said to Chris.
I was glad that she loved him so much. It would hopefully make it easier for her to take the news.
Chris blushed and smiled. “Thank you.”
I wanted to kiss him, he was so fricking adorable.
I forgot about kissing him as I felt him subtly and gently kick me. It was his signal that it was time to tell our parents. I swallowed hard. This was it. I just hoped I could find the courage in me to go through with it, and handle whatever reactions our parents might have.
B∞C

“I want to thank you guys all for coming out to see our new place,” I began.
“We wanted to, sweetie. You don’t have to thank us,” my mother said.
I smiled. “Blake and I have an announcement that we wanted to tell you guys, and that is part of the reason we called you out here. Well, besides wanting to see you guys again.”
“What is it? You two are touring together? That would be nice,” Dinah said.
Blake shook his head. “We thought about it, but we don’t know if that will pan out or not. Anyway, that’s not what we want to tell you. Keep in mind that what we are about to tell you is not a joke.”
I was glad that Blake had said that, for I didn’t much feel like going through another Brandon and Ace reaction.
“All right. This sounds serious. What’s up?” Dallas asked.
Blake and I cast a glance at each other, and then looked back at our parents.
I sighed. “I know this is going to be hard for you guys to believe, and it will probably shock you a whole lot.”
“What is it? Come on. Don’t keep us waiting,” my mother said, looking at us expectantly. She wasn’t being mean. I could tell from her tone that she was just eager to hear what Blake and I had to say.
I took a deep breath, prepared to just tell everyone, when Blake spoke up, doing it for me.
“Mom, Dad, Phyllis, Danny, I am in love with Chris. We’re not just best friends. We never really have been. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone.”
All was silent for a moment, and I just wanted to get up and leave. I wouldn’t do that to Blake though. However, the silence was killing me. Everyone’s face was blank. “Would someone please say something?”
Blake’s mother spoke first, and with just the two words she said, it shocked me big time. I knew that Blake had to be even more shocked. “We know.”
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