*NOTE* I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This fictional story was written solely for entertainment purposes only and does NOT imply the sexual preferences of said celebrities or anything about their personal lives. Enjoy!
"This was some of your best work," a producer said as he and T.I. emerged from the recording studio, shaking hands.
"That's how we do it baby!"
"Same time tomorrow then?"
"Yea shawty. Peace."
T.I. walked his producer to the elevator, not even noticing Nelly. They talked for a couple of minutes about the tracks until the elevator came. Nelly wasn't eavesdropping because he had more important things on his mind. His mind was devising ways to overcome his feelings of confusion. His mind was reeling and he was coming up with nothing as he heard the elevator ding and the doors opening. The elevator door closed as the hallway became silent again. T.I. turned to head back into the studio.
"What's poppin' durrty?" Nelly looked up and asked T.I. as he walked past him.
"What you doing here?" T.I. asked, a bit surprised.
"You're not the only one recording an album man."
"Oh. I guess I didn't expect to see you two nights in a row."
"Oh so what's good?" Nelly asked as he got up.
"I just blazed through some tracks."
"Oh yea? How do they sound?"
"Shit's off the damn hook shawty."
The two rappers began walking back to the studio at the end on of the hallway. T.I. was uneasy as they made their way back to his studio. A few times he stole looks at Nelly but didn't know why he did so. He was curious about the older rapper. What drives him? Where does he get his inspiration from? He could've sworn that he saw Nelly glancing his way a couple of times but dismissed it because he'd been working so hard and long in the studio. When they made their way into T.I.'s studio, Nelly noticed the same glass wall was there as well. L.A. looked uglier than ever before. Outside was black and the only thing illuminating the night was a flash of lightening every now and then. Nelly saw a couch on the other side of the studio and made his way for it.
"So when am I gonna hear some of yo lyrics durrty?" Nelly asked as he sat on the couch. "What's this?"
"That's my notebook. I write my lyrics in it."
"Oh. Well I'ma take a look at it aight?"
"No don't. I'll just play the lyrics for you. Give me the book."
"Naw durrty! I wanna see what's in this book."
"I already told you man. Let me get it. Don't make me hurt you."
"You hurt me durrty? You high?" Nelly playfully laughed. "Aight here you go."
Nelly tossed the book across the room where T.I. caught it. Nelly made his way to the window as T.I. stood in front of the couch. Nelly stared outside as T.I. stared at the back of his head. He felt weird. He never felt this way before. It was different but comforting at the same time. He became lost in the moment and blanked out. He just stood there with a blank look on his face until Nelly broke the silence.
"I change my mind."
"I want to read the book."
"Hell naw shawty."
"Well we'll see about that."
Nelly turned around and met T.I.'s gaze. They stayed a while staring at each other until Nelly began to slowly move. T.I. slightly noticed it as he was lost in the older mans' eyes. Without a moment's notice, he charged at T.I. and tackled him onto the soft sofa.
"What the hell are you doing?" T.I. screamed as Nelly began reaching for the notebook.
"I'm trying to read yo lyrics durrty."
T.I. struggled to get Nelly off of him but to no avail. He held the notebook above his head as far as his arms would stretch. Nelly continued to climb up T.I. in an attempt get the book. He placed his feet on the sofa and then proceeded to sit on T.I.'s flat stomach. T.I. wasn't upset by what was going on however, he was confused and a bit nervous. Nelly, not wanting to give T.I. a chance to escape, continued to sit on the younger mans' abs as he slowly reached out for the book. T.I.'s hands were too far extended for him to reach it but he had an idea. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against T.I.'s. Both men didn't even seem to notice how close their faces were to each others'. Nelly continued to struggle to get the book and T.I. continued to struggle to get out of Nelly's pin.
"Ha!" Nelly claimed when he was finally able to get the book of lyrics. "That wasn't hard at all."
The room became quiet as both men finally noticed what position they were in. Nelly and T.I.'s eyes were locked together as they both were overcome with confusion and nervousness. Nelly began having thoughts that he'd never had before as he continued to stare at the younger man he was still sitting on. He saw a flood of uncertainty in T.I.'s eyes and how scared he looked. Nelly broke the stare and began checking out the younger rapper's face. He stopped at his lips. They were full and lightly caramel colored, just like the rest of his slim body. The looked soft and firm (as if that were even possible) at the same time.
He kept staring at them as if it were some kind of enigma and then it hit him. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to feel those soft lips pressed against his. He was more confused now than ever as he went for it. His face slowly became closer and closer to T.I.'s as the younger rapper was too overcome with shock and curiosity to care what was going on. Nelly's face slowly came to about half an inch away from his own and he knew what was going to happen. He closed his eyes and Nelly, seeing this, did the same.
It was unlike anything either man had ever felt. Nelly was overwhelmed with this feeling. He felt like he was flying. He applied a little more pressure to the kiss and then began sucking on T.I.'s lower lip. T.I. responded to this by starting to lick Nelly's upper lip. Before too long, both men were in the studio making out. Both their tongues fought for domination with no side winning. They both were so caught up in the passion that neither noticed nor heard when Nelly dropped the book and it fell to the floor.
"What was that?" T.I. asked as they broke the kiss and a loud streak of lightening lit up the sky outside.
"I dunno," Nelly whispered. "I'm sorry durrty."
"Yea me too," T.I. said, confused as an awkward moment of silence befell the studio.
Nelly stared at him and for the first time in his life, he felt embarrassed. He didn't know how to break the silence. He didn't know what to say or do. He continued to sit on T.I.'s stomach as they continued to stare at each other not knowing what to say or do. Neither men never thought that they could have done this but here they were. They continued to stare at each other until Nelly's urges spoke for him.
"Do you want to stop?"
"I dunno. Have you done this before?"
"No. But I think we should stop---"
Nelly cut him off by pressing their lips together once again. They continued to kiss until Nelly's hands found T.I.'s and they became interlaced. Both men were more confused than ever but deep down they both knew that this felt right. They continued to kiss and hold hands as thunder and lightening danced on the sky outside. Nelly's phone suddenly began to vibrate in his pants pocket. He sported a disappointed look on his face as he pulled away from T.I. and got off of him. He reached into his pocket for his two-way as he sat on the couch next to T.I.
"Where you at? We waiting for you at the studio," one of his producers' voice came back.
"Yea I'll be there in a few. I just had some business to take care of. Aight."
Nelly clicked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He was dreading this moment. He didn't know how to explain himself to the younger rapper about his actions. He noticed T.I.'s lyric book on the floor and picked it up. He didn't flip through the pages but rather just handed it back to him.
"Listen durrty I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."
"Why did you do it? Why did you kiss me?"
"I honestly don't know. Something just came over me. Listen I gotta go man."
T.I. continued to stare at Nelly as he slowly got up form the couch and walked to the door. He stopped in the doorway and looked at T.I. sitting on the couch, looking confused. He felt the same way and was at a loss for words. He wanted to say something but it felt too awkward. T.I. wanted to say something as well but the words wouldn't formulate in his mind or on his tongue. He was too stunned to even think straight. Nelly turned around and left as T.I. continued to stare at the doorway.
He slowly walked towards the elevator with a blank look on his face. Did that really just happen? Did he just kiss T.I.? Did he just kiss another guy? All these new thoughts and feelings continued to swim through his head as he made his way up one floor and to his own recording studio. He walked into the studio and found the two producers getting the equipment ready.
"I thought we were gonna be the late ones," one of the producers joked.
"Just had some last minute things to take care of. You guys ready?"
"Yea. We just waiting for you."
Nelly led himself into the recording booth and placed the oversized headphones over his ears. He began formulating lyrics in his mind and his two producers were getting ready. He started spitting lyrics as he heard a beat in the background and just kept going. He started hearing himself on the earphones and he didn't like what he heard.
"Stop! It just doesn't sound right," Nelly shouted as the beat subsided.
"What`s going on man?" one of the producers asked him.
"I dunno man. I guess my mind isn't in it today. I'm a million miles away."
"So what you wanna stop?"
"Nah! I'll pull it together. Besides I'll feel bad if I send you guys' home and you just got here in this weather."
"Aight. We're ready when you are."
Nelly sat on a stool in the studio as he began the hard task of clearing his mind from what just happened. He closed his eyes and began to dismiss all the feelings that flooded through him when he kissed T.I. He was trying hard to forget about the younger rapper and his soft lips for the rest of the night but it was proving to be more of a challenge than he expected. He still had the earphones on as he continued to mentally gather up all his thoughts and lock them away. He couldn't believe he was feeling like this and that it was another man that was making him feel this way. He was confused and although he just wanted to quit and give up for the night, he didn't want the two producers to get suspicious of anything. And with that thought of someone finding out what had just taken place between him and T.I., he was finally able to lock every incriminating thought away deep in his subconscious.
"Aight guys let's get this over with," he confidently stated.
"Aight let's go!"
The three men continued on their quest to finish Nelly's upcoming album by comparing beats, making them up, and lacing down tracks. Throughout the rest of the night, Nelly's mind didn't stray from his work and he was grateful. He managed to put down five tracks but he wasn't sure if they all would make it to his album. They were all great but somehow he was sure that some would get cut but it didn't matter.
"Ay thanks you guys. And sorry you had to wait for me," Nelly said as he came out of the recording booth.
"No problem man because you will be paying us extra for this," one of the producers joked.
"Don't worry durrty, I got ya'll!"
Nelly shook both of the producers' hands as they left the studio. He went back into the studio and closed the door behind him. He needed to think. He was nervous, worried, and scared about what happened earlier. He wondered if T.I. felt the same way or just brushed him off. He couldn't get the younger rapper out of his head. He sat on the stool in the recording booth and just stared outside at the rain and black sky. He became slightly defeated by his emotions as he grabbed the remainder of his stuff and left the studio. He reached for his two way as he made his way to the elevator. He stepped in the elevator and hit the ground floor button as he dialed on his phone.
"Yea where are you at?" he questioned his driver.
"I'll be a while because of the weather sir."
"Okay hurry if you can."
Nelly, slightly disappointed, made his way to the reception area and through the glass entrance doors. He stood outside with his jacket, hat, and sunglasses on as he waited for his driver. He was anxious to get back to his hotel room. It wasn't because he was tired though; he needed time alone to comprehend what just happened. Was he gay? Was he going insane? Why did he like it so much? He sat on a drenched bench outside the building as he stared into the pitch black oblivion. He hated the emotion of confusion more than anything. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know if he was mentally capable of having a conversation trying to explain his actions to T.I. right now.
The elevator doors slid open and T.I. emerged from it, with a hat and sunglasses on as well. Although there was absolutely no use for it because the studio was deserted, he still wore them. He was visibly shaken from the experience he shared with Nelly and it showed. He was on edge. His career had just officially become on fire and everyone wanted a piece of him. He couldn't jeopardize that by carrying on with Nelly, even though he knew it felt right. He was scared that if this got out, they both would lose everything but on the other hand, he couldn't forget about Nelly and his soft kiss even if he wanted too. That scared feeling that he got in the pit of his stomach was going to keep him away from Nelly, he was sure of it. He looked through the glass doors as he was headed towards it and saw a man sitting on the bench. He got a bit nervous as he emerged from the studio.
He turned to the man to see Nelly staring back at him. T.I. felt light headed and felt like his brain wasn't functioning properly. He continued to stare at the older rapper on the bench while he tried to speak. His mouth opened to do so but no words came out. He had butterflies in his stomach. Nelly stared at the younger rapper through his expensive shades and knew exactly how he felt. The tension was thick and neither man fidgeted as a strong bolt of lightening cracked the sky open. Nelly's words seemed to be stuck in his throat as he tried to explain himself.
"What are you still doing here?" Nelly finally managed to speak in a weakened, soft voice.
"I had to finish up some things," T.I. responded, never taking his eyes off Nelly's
"So what happened?"
"I don't know."
"Are you, you know---"
"I used to think I wasn't but now I don't know what to think. You?"
"I don't know."
"Sorry you know, for everything."
"Yea me too."
They continued to stare at each other as the tension grew to an all-time high. It was only broken when both men heard a horn and turned to see a long black limo pulling into the parking lot. The driver drove extremely close to with both rappers out and stopped in front of them. T.I. began walking forward into the rain and opened the back door of his limo. He stepped into the car without so much as a glance back at the other rapper sitting on the bench. Nelly was a bit distraught as T.I. didn't even look his way and stared at the back of his limo as it drifted off into the rain.
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