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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 8: Let’s Get it Started in Here
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A couple weeks passed, and soon it was the second week in November. I had finished my album, but it had yet to be released. Chris was soon going to be finished with his, and we wanted to celebrate. We also had never had a house warming party, so we decided to invite our friends over. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough beds for everyone, but we told them all to bring their sleeping bags, and they agreed. Chris and I had just wanted to have us all together again. The next year, our lives were all going to be so hectic that it was going to be hard to find a time where we could all be there. True, the last night of our tour, we had all made that pact to get together at least three times a year, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be quite as easy as that—even more so now that I’d seen firsthand how much time and work goes into something as little as making an album.

Anyway, we invited our fellow top ten. We debated on inviting Ace and Brandon. We knew they might be hurt if we didn’t invite them, but at the same time, our house was going to be packed as it was. We decided to just keep it the top ten. We would have Brandon and Ace over another night. Besides, we had a ton of other friends in LA—including two of my best friends, Ethan and Cisco. We couldn’t invite all of them. At last not when we planned on staying in our semi-small house. There would be plenty of time for our other friends later. Right now, was just going to be our “tour” friends, as Chris had decided to call them.
Sanjaya’s sister would be coming along as well, but there would be no one extra besides her. Phil’s wife was staying home with the kids, and Sligh’s wife didn’t want to intrude. She was kind enough to let it just be us tour friends, even though we never wold have told her not to come. Haley and Gina’s fiances had opted not to come as well. Apparently, they hadn’t wanted to intrude either.
So, Chris and I went out and bought the food and snacks we would need. We also made sure the house was clean, which it was since we had cleaned it for our parents arrival weeks earlier. We weren’t in the house much to have gotten it dirty since then. I would stay in the house while I recorded my album, but Chris was always off in some other state, working on his album, producing, or performing. I missed him, but knew I was going to have to get used to not seeing him all the time. We both had our own careers, but at the same time, I knew we would always come home to each other in the end, and that gave me the strength to go on.
“What ya thinking about?”
I smiled as I felt Chris’ arms wrap around me from behind and his chin rest on the top of my head.
I placed my hands overtop of his. “I’m just thinking about how I savor the times we’re actually in the same state, let alone the same vicinity of each other.”
He kissed my cheek. “I savor them too. Things will eventually get easier. It’s just hectic when you’re first starting out. Eventually things will settle down, and we will see each other a lot more. I promise.”
I turned around, and took him into my arms. “I just miss having you here to talk to and laugh with. You know, I can do those things with Ethan and Cisco, but I still always end up missing you. I can’t go home with them and kiss them or make love with them like I do with you.” I stood up on my tiptoes, hating that I had to do that in order to kiss my boyfriend.
Chris grinned, and leaned down to help me reach. We kissed for a moment, and then he broke the kiss. “You better not be doing those last things with them.”
I laughed. “You’re disgusting! I so do not think of either of them that way. Besides, they love women more than I love to beat-box.”
“Mm, they must love women then! How about as much as you love me making love to you?”
I shook my head. “Not nearly as much.”
We both grinned.
Chris gently began to grind up against me. “Speaking of which... Do you wanna go christen another room? The others aren’t due to arrive until another two hours.”
I licked my lips. We had so far christened the foyer, all three spare bedrooms, the upstairs bathroom, the master bathroom, and the master bedroom. Actually, we had christened the master bedroom many, many times. I nodded. “How about the living room? Our couch is made of leather. It will be easy to wipe off any...messes we may make.”
He let out the sexiest growl that just made me want to take him on the floor right then and there. “There’s no ‘might’ about it, baby.” He place his lips to my right ear. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
I moaned. I took his hand, and instantly pulled him towards the living room. “Living room. Now.”
He laughed, and let me lead him. “At least we’ll get a good workout for the day.”
I smirked. “It’s the best kind of workout there is.”
B∞C

Three hours later, everyone’s planes had arrived, and we were back at Blake’s and my place, giving everyone a tour of the house.
“Wow, you guys made it sound so small, but this isn’t that small. It’s cozy yes, but it’s not bad. I was expecting some cramped little thing,” Melinda said as she surveyed the upstairs.
“Well thank you for the vote of confidence in our choice in houses,” Blake joked.
She playfully swatted him. “You know what I mean.”
“There are only three available double beds. Who gets them?” Sanjaya asked.
“Whomever doesn’t mind sharing,” I said. I figured someone might as well get the beds, but it wouldn’t be fair to let them get a bed all to themselves.
“Well I guess I don’t mind sharing with my sister. We had to before on a family vacation to Florida. My parents drove us all there, and Shyamali and I always had to share a bed when we stopped at a hotel for the night on the way there. It saved money, and—”
Shyamali put a finger to her brother’s lips. “They get the point.”
Sanjaya rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to like it, but I can deal with it if it means sleeping on a bed instead of a sleeping bag.”
“I can share a bed with Melinda. It’s no bog deal since we’re best friends,” Jordin said.
Melinda nodded. “I have no problem with that.”
“I’m afraid I’m too big to be sharing a bed with anyone,” LaKisha quipped.
“Oh, stop that!” Gina gently swatted her arm. “I’ll share one with ya. I’m tiny. Ha!”
“Really? I thought you and Phil were going to share one,” Sligh joked. He kissed the air a couple times.
Gina and Phil both glared at him.
“Oh, will you get off that already! It was one kiss! That’s all!” Gina rolled her eyes.
“I ended up telling my wife. I couldn’t go without telling her something like that. It was eating me up inside,” Phil said.
“You told her? Did she divorce you?”
We all rolled our eyes at Sanjaya’s immature and inappropriate joke.
“No, she didn’t divorce me. She was upset at me for getting drunk enough to kiss another woman, but she was glad to know it was Gina. She knows it meant nothing to either of us. She also knows how much Gina loves Joe. She forgave me after I apologized profusely, but not until I had slept on the couch for a week and given her a dozen roses and a day at the spa.”
“I told Joe. I couldn’t keep it from him either. I didn’t want to go into our marriage in a lie,” Gina said.
“Well you’re not married yet! You had a while before you had to tell him,” Sanjaya joked again.
Gina chose to ignore him. “He was totally understanding. He said he just wished that I had come to him sooner. He also wasn’t threatened since Phil is a happily married man. He just made me promise never to get drunk again, and from now on to always come to him right away if I make a mistake.”
“Well it’s always good to tell the truth. I am prod of you both,” Jordin said, placing an arm around both Gina and Phil.
Gina and Phil both grinned, and kissed her cheek on the side they were on.
“You kissed yet another woman, Phil!” Sligh joked.
Phil took one of the pillows and tossed it at him.
“Watch it! I just cleaned this room,” Blake scolded, picking up the pillow and placing it back neatly where it had been.
“Dude, you really are gay,” Phil said as we all headed downstairs.
I smirked. I was glad to be the less gay one of us.
“Shut up,” Blake grumbled.
“The couch pulls out, so two of you can sleep on that,” I said.
“Haley should get it since she is the last girl to not have a bed,” Phil said.
“Aw, thanks, Philip! Really, though, I was thinking I could just sleep in my sleeping bag on the floor in Gina and LaKisha’s room. I’d like to stick with my girls.”
Sligh shrugged. “I’ll take the pull out then. I want to be close to the fridge for when I get my midnight snack attack.”
Phil rolled his eyes. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Ha, ha,” Sligh said, not sounding amused.
“So I guess I’m stuck down here with you and your snoring,” Phil said with a sigh.
“You could always camp out in Blake’s and my room,” I offered. I ignored the subtle elbowing in my side that Blake gave me.
“Thanks, but no. I’d rather put up with Sligh’s snoring than have to listen to you trying to sneak sex in with me in the same room.”
“Thank you!” Blake said.
I gently elbowed Blake back, and turned my attention back to Phil. “We wouldn’t have sex with you in the same room. Please.”
“Hello? Remember, when you two were ‘bad’ on the tour bus, and I had to kindly ask you to be bad in the privacy of your hotel room next time?”
I blushed. I had forgotten about that. “Well that wasn’t a room; it was a bunk!”
Phil raised an eyebrow. “Right. I’ll stick with Sligh, thank you.”
“You can share the pull out with me if you want,” Sligh offered.
Phil shook his head. “No thanks. I think I’ll just camp out on the floor.”
“We have a pull out in the den too! I forgot,” Blake suddenly spoke up.
“Oh yeah!” I grinned. For some reason, I always forgot about the den.
“Well, then there you go,” Sligh said.
“Well let’s get everyone set up in their rooms, and then we can get the party started,” I said.
As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew what I had done. Sure enough, Sligh started singing the chorus to our opening song from the tour. We all joined in right away as we headed to our separate rooms.
“Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here...”
B∞C

I was glad that our house had a big backyard and a pool. It was already fenced in, so Chris an I were both happy about that. This allowed us to have a nice, private, pool party with our friends.
We had hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill, and a picnic table with chips, dip, carrots, celery, Cheetos, pretzels, and even chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting on lain out on it.
Chris was at the grill, grilling up everyone’s orders.
“Ah, you guys have cupcakes! Is that what you’re going to call your kids?” Gina asked Chris and I upon seeing he cupcakes on the table.
Chris smirked. “That’s cute.”
“It’s corny,” I said.
“Mr. Romantic,” Gina said sarcastically as she placed an arm overtop my shoulder.
I kissed her cheek, and she grinned.

When the burgers and hot dogs were done, we all settled around by the pool. The girls chose to sit on the deck and eat, while us guys took the deck chairs, and ate on those.
We all talked about our current careers, and what we had planned for the future. Of course Haley and Gina discussed their wedding plans with us. I wasn’t big on weddings, but I was willing to go for my friends. Besides. At least we would have two weddings to all see each other at again.
“Are there anymore hot dogs? I want another one,” Sligh asked, getting up off his deck chair, and turning to Chris. “I’ll grill it myself if you’d rather not get up.”
“Yeah, there’s plenty left. Go ahead. I’m too lazy to move right now,” Chris said.
“You already had two burgers and a hot dog,” I commented.
Sligh shrugged. “Yes, but now I have to even it out with another hot dog. I’m still hungry.”
I shook my head. He was still the same old Sligh.
“We need some music back here,” Jordin said. She walked over to the portable radio, and turned it up, settling on some pop station.
“No, no!” I was picky about my pop. I liked pop, but none of that bubble gum pop crap that Jordin liked to listen to—no offense. I walked over to the player and picked up the CD that was setting next to it. I took it out of its case and popped it in the player. I had made a mix CD of all the songs we had song on tour, sung by the original artists. I put it in the player, and explained to my friends what was on the CD.
Jordin laughed. “That’s a cute idea! Why didn’t I think of that?”
I pressed play just as Sanjaya made a quip at me.
“Yeah, I’m surprised Blake could come up with such a great idea with only half a brain. He must still have the right side of the brain since that is the creative side.”
I stopped, my back towards Sanjaya. I grinned, and then turned around.
“What’s the matter? You don’t have a creative response?” Sanjaya asked, smiling smugly.
I grinned. “How’s this for creative?”
I charged at him, and he screamed as I pushed him into the pool.
Everyone was laughing—including Shyamali—as Sanjaya resurfaced, coughing and sputtering.
“Jerk!” He yelled.
“Creative enough for ya?” I asked, smiling to myself as the chorus to the first song began to play.
Get it started, get it started, get it started. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here...
I think it was safe to say, the party had definitely been started.
B∞C

“You look like a drowned rat, dude,” I said to Sanjaya as he emerged from the pool with his hair plastered to his face. He was currently giving Blake the evil eye, but then he turned it onto me. I laughed. “Don’t look at me! I’m not the one who pushed you in.”
“Well it was your boyfriend who did it. Furthermore, you called me a drowned rat,” he grumbled.
“You know what I want?” Blake suddenly asked.
Sanjaya glared at him again. “To be paid back?”
Blake smirked. “Later. Right now I want to make some smoothies. We just got a new smoothie maker for this occasion. Who wants mango, and who wants coconut?”
“Do you have any strawberry? I love strawberry,” Melinda asked.
“Or banana?” Jordin chimed in.
“Strawberry banana!” she and Melinda said in unison, high-fiving each other and laughing.
“Lucky for you, Chris likes to keep healthy junk in the house, so we just so happen to have both!” Blake said.
“Hey, it’s not junk; it’s good for you,” I said, standing up. “I’ll help you.”
“Do you need any help?” Gina asked.
“No, you guys enjoy the pool. We’ll make them and bring them out to you,” I said.
Blake nodded. “So who all wants one, and what flavor do you want?”
We took their orders, and then went back into the house. Our kitchen window was open, so you could still hear the music. Blake started swaying his hips to it as he loaded the ingredients for a mango smoothie into the smoothie maker. I glanced at the table, and licked my lips. We never did get to christen that table yet. I knew our friends were right outside, but something had suddenly come over me. Blake was wearing nothing but his swim trunks now, and I could clearly see the shape of his butt through them. It was turning me on. I grabbed him from behind and licked up his neck. “Do you know how I’ve been craving taking you on our table?”
He smiled. “Yeah?”
“Well how about now? The smoothies can wait.”
He turned around and grinned. “But our friends are right outside.”
“They’re busy swimming.” I looked out the window and saw Haley sitting on Sligh’s shoulders in the pool, trying to push Gina off of Phil’s shoulders. Everyone else was cheering them on.
Blake noticed this too. “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. They don’t seem to be in any hurry for those smoothies.”
I grinned, and yanked down his trunks before he had a chance to complain.
He smirked. “In a hurry, are we?”
I slipped out of my own trunks. “Aren’t you?” I pulled him chose and began to nip down his neck, marking him as mine, and not caring if someone saw the marks later and knew what they were from.
He made to grab for the liquid soap, but I shook my head. “No. I have something else in mind.”
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice breathy.
I smiled. “You know what...” I dropped down to my knees, and gently licked at his entrance.
He swore, and held onto the counter. “You know I love this,” he whispered.
I responded by letting my tongue glide in deeper, opening him enough to rapidly dart my tongue in and out.
He gasped. “Oh yes....” Though it came out more like “oh yay-ahs.”
Encouraged by this, I dug my tongue in deeper, swirling it around the best I could, and opening him nicely for me.
“All right!” he gasped. “I’m ready. Please, I need more.”
I stood up, and turned him around. “You wanna suck me and get me nice and hard for you?” I asked, my lips grazing his left earlobe.
His eyes narrowed and darkened in the unmistakable look of lust that he always got in his eyes before our lovemaking. He then instantly dropped to his knees and took me all the way in in one swift movement. There was no teasing, but rather getting right down to it.
I groaned loudly, doing my best to swear as he continued to suck me. He brought his mouth up just enough so that he could lick over the head, then he brought his mouth back down again. Next, he brought his mouth back up ever so slowly, and very gently scraped his teeth along the underside of the shaft as he brought his mouth back up. Then, he swirled his tongue over the middle of the head, and finally around it in a slow and circular motion.
I gripped his hair, closed my eyes, and threw my head back, my moan that soon followed, echoing off the kitchen walls. “I’m so fricking close...”
Blake took his mouth off me, and stood up, grinning brightly.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked.
He brushed his lips against my left earlobe. “How can you take me on the table if you’re not hard anymore?”
I moaned. “That’s right. How could I forget?” I wasn’t going to last long as it was, but I was going to get the kitchen christened if it were the last thing I did! “Get on the table.”
“Mm, yes, Sir!” Blake said, mock saluting before he lay on the table on his back, his legs sped nicely for me.
I climbed on top of the table, and whispered in his ear. “Put your legs up on my shoulders.”
“Different,” he murmured, but did it anyway. I usually liked to have his legs around my waist, but today I was in the mood for this. I felt as if I could get inside of him deeper somehow by his legs being in he air. It may not have necessarily been a fact that I could, but my mind wasn't exactly in the right frame at that point. It was too hazed over with lust.
I licked my lips, wanting to eat him alive as I stared down at his naked form below me. “Good boy.” I nipped at his throat before pressing my lips to his mouth. I slid inside of him at the same time I did this. I took it slowly, but I didn’t stop until I was completely surrounded by his tight heat.
He swore, and dug his fingers into my back.
“You like that, baby?” I asked. “How does it feel to have my cock inside you? Hm? Do you like it when we do it on the table?”
His eyes were so dark and full of lust by now that they nearly appeared black. “Shut up and give it to me.”
I shook my head, fighting the urge to just start pounding into him. He felt so tight and good. I could have just taken him over and over nod never stopped. I held back instead. “Not until you tell me how much you love having my cock inside of you.”
“I love it. You know I love it; otherwise I wouldn't beg for it all the time. You know me. I don’t beg for anyone but you.”
I moaned, almost losing it at his words alone. “You better not beg for anyone but me.”
“I said it, now give it to me.”
“Tell me how big I am.”
“Chris.”
“Just say it!”
He pulled me even closer, and licked up my ear before saying the words I longed to hear. “You’re so big and hard. You fill me perfectly. I love how big you are. I can barely fit it in my mouth, but you know I'm always good at fitting it in my ass. Isn’t that right?”
With a long, drawn out moan, I began to vigorously pound into him. It had to be now. There was no more making him beg for it. I had to do this before I lost it. I was not about to lose it without making sure I got to have sex with him first.
Blake swore again. He placed his hands over my backside, and began pushing, forcing me to take him deeper and harder.
Repeatedly he swore until he was just about to lose it. “I’m going to lose it.” He swore some more. “Yes! Christopher!”
At the sound of my full name, and the sight of him coming hard across our chests, I came with a loud grunt, filling him good and hard with more than just my cock.
Together we stayed in the same position for a moment, our arms sill around each other as we breathed heavily and tried to regain our senses.
Finally, I had enough strength to pull out of him. This allowed him to rest the bottom of his feet on the table, but he kept his legs open so that I could stay between them.
We kissed, with our arms still around each other. However, I stopped kissing Blake when I sensed that we were being watched. I glanced over to the sliding glass doors that were at the other end of the kitchen, and groaned when I saw both Gina and Haley standing at the doors on the other side with their hands and faces pressed against the glass. They had dazed, yet pleased expressions on their faces. “Shit.”
“What?” Blake lifted his head up, and looked in the direction I was looking. “Shit,” he echoed, resting his head back down on the table.
I sighed, and laid back down as well, closing my eyes. Apparently Blake and I still had to work on the whole not being caught having sex with each other thing.
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