*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!
The sound of the shower running filled Nelly's hotel suite and began creeping into his ear. He stirred in his sleep for a while until his eyes finally opened, squinting to adjust to the sunlight. His head was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. In his blurred vision he looked around the room but couldn't make anything out. His eyes were glazed over, but he still heard the shower running and finally realized that he was naked under the covers. The safest assumption he came to was that T.I. came, messed around with him while he was sleeping, and he was the one in the shower right now. Nelly sat up with a smile on his face and waited a couple of minutes so his head would stop pounding and his eyes to adjust to the light before getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom.
Still dizzy and lightheaded, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. He was extremely excited that T.I. decided to surprise him like this as a feeling he knew very well started stirring inside his balls. The door knob slowly turned as Nelly's naked body was greeted by steam. Though he could not make out the figure in the shower, he knew that it could only be one person because he was involved with only one person. It wasn't long after that he got extremely hot and bothered. T.I. always had that effect on him, he thought, and made his way to the glass doors that was separating him from his love. The steam clung to the glass as he quietly slid it open, hopped in, and got close to the body, whose back was to him.
"Hey honey! Good morning," Melanie said sweetly as she turned around and looked at him.
Nelly's mind raced a million miles an hour. Questions formulated themselves almost instantaneously in his head. Who is she? What happened? Did he sleep with her? Was this a dream? He stared at her in disbelief. He did know what to say or do until his mind started to replay all the events that occurred the past night. These thoughts hit Nelly like a semi truck and for a moment, he thought he was going to fall. As a matter of fact, he was sure that his knees were going to give away at anytime and he would fall down, hit his head, and wake up. He continued to stare at her until he came to the dreadful realization that this wasn't a dream.
"Oh fuck!" he mumbled under his breath, frightened and upset. "What the fuck did I do?"
"What did you say sweetheart?"
"Huh?" Hearing her talk again assured him that he wasn't dreaming. "I just remembered that I have to do some things soon so we can't hang out."
"Oh," she said, disappointed. "So why'd you come in the shower with me?"
"I needed to get ready."
Nelly just fed the stranger he picked up yesterday the biggest lie of his life. He had to get rid of her, but without being direct because he didn't want her to think something was wrong, when in reality, his whole world was about to come crashing down on him. He just couldn't believe this was happening to him.
"Well I'm almost done here," she said, breaking his train of thought.
"Okay," he responded, not sure of what else to say or do.
The moment of awkwardness between them knew no boundaries. True to her word, Melanie finished showering and got out, leaving Nelly there by himself. He waited for her to leave and close the door behind her before he started his quick shower. Although he had nowhere to go until later tonight, for the concert, he had to do something to get rid of Melanie. He couldn't believe that we was so drunk that he stepped out on the best thing in his life, T.I. as he shut the water off, he stepped out and grabbed a towel. He dried his skin, brushed his teeth, and left the bathroom, with the towel around his waist, to get something on. Rummaging through his suitcase he quickly grabbed a pair of boxers, some black jeans, a black wife beater, and a belt and walked back into the bathroom. He nervously and slowly walked into the bedroom, knowing that she would be there. Seeing her fixing her clothes on her body she wore the night before, he sat on the bed, unbeknownst to her. She turned around and stared at him straight in the eyes.
"Was this a one time thing?" she asked in a wounded voice.
"I'm sorry," was all he could say. "This shouldn't have happened."
"But it did! Do you regret it?"
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm sorry if I led you on. That was not my intention at all."
"What else am I supposed to think when we came back to your hotel and made love? I'm not a hoe."
"I didn't say you were."
"I just don't want you to think that I go out to clubs all the time to pick up men and then sleep with them. It's just that when I saw you, I was hooked. I felt connected to you right away."
"We were drunk. How can you know that for sure?"
"You may have been drunk but I wasn't. I only had a couple of drinks. I myself was shocked at how fast things went down between us."
Nelly rested his elbows on his knees and his face on his hands. "I don't know what to say."
"I don't want you to feel bad but I had a lot to drink yesterday. That's one reason things went so fast. Plus you're an attractive, caring, and fun person. I'm sorry about all of this."
"Me too Cornell. Me too," she said as she put the last of her belongings in her purse and made her way to the door.
"Please don't be mad. The situation was just wrong," Nelly said as he followed her through the living and dining rooms to the front door.
She turned around, a couple of tears streaking down her face, and stared into his eyes. She looked at her hand for a split second before she slapped him across his face. "How do you expect me not to be mad and more importantly hurt? You fucking used me and basically said that you don't feel the same way I do."
"I don't know what to say," Nelly said as he stood there and took the slap. He did deserve it, and probably more, after all.
"You don't have to say anything," she said as she opened the door. "You made your feelings perfectly clear. I'm the one who comes out screwed here."
"It's not like th---"
"Save it! I'm out of here!"
She slammed the door behind her and Nelly stood there for a while, rubbing his face and staring at the door. He fucked up royally. How was he going to tell T.I. about this, especially after he promised that shit like this wasn't going to happen anymore? He felt sick to his stomach as he made as he made his way back to the room. He looked at the room and got even more sick. Looking on the floor around his bed, amidst the clothes he wore last night, he saw the used condom wrapper. Picking it up he saw that it was the one from his wallet. He crumbled it up and threw it against the wall as hard as he could. He didn't know whether to come clean and risk losing T.I. or just ignore what happened between him and Melanie.
Nelly just felt sick, weak, hopeless, and extremely depressed throughout the rest of the day. He didn't even order anything to eat, his mind constantly consumed with thoughts of T.I. T.I. didn't even call him to say good morning or see how things went last night and for this Nelly was glad. He didn't know if he could handle himself around the caramel colored rapper right now. Deciding that he needed to be honest and tell T.I. what happened, Nelly racked his brain to find a right time to break his lover and best friend's heart. He laid on the sofa, in silence all day, thinking and wondering what was going to happen.
It was about five in the afternoon when Nelly was brought back to reality by a knock on the door. He tried his best to shake his feelings as he walked to the door and answered it. It was one of the tour managers telling him that they had to be on their way to the arena for the show. Nelly was confused. Was his entire day spent lying on the sofa thinking about how bad he fucked up his life and what he was going to do about it? No matter how bad his life was, he had to go on as if nothing was wrong. When he was on stage, nothing else mattered because that was what the fans deserved. He quickly grabbed a shirt and made his way to the elevator. All the emotions he struggled with throughout the day multiplied while he was in the elevator. The road manager told him that the group had assembled in the lobby and was waiting for him. Exiting the elevator he saw T.I. and his heart started to hurt. He couldn't even look at him as he joined the group, his eyes glued to the floor.
T.I. instantly stopped paying attention when he saw Nelly join the group. He looked him up and down hard. They needed to be together bad, he thought, as he looked at him staring at the floor. He wondered why Nelly didn't call him after going out with Murphy last night but wasn't too hung up on it. The thing that bothered him more was that he didn't even look at him since he came out of the elevator. He thought that something was wrong but quickly dismissed it. They all boarded the bus a short while later and each guy split up and were doing their own thing. Nelly found himself in the common area, lying on the sofa, and staring at the ceiling, lost.
"Wasup C?" Murphy asked with a big smile on his face.
He sat up and looked at him. "Sup man?"
"What happened? She ain't put out last light?"
"Naw! She did."
"Good job man."
"What you boys up to?" T.I. asked while standing in the doorway.
"Don't say any---" Nelly started to say but Murphy quickly cut him off.
"We brought home a couple of fine hunnies from the club and took them for a ride," he said with a smirk on his face.
Nelly's body went numb. This wasn't happening.
"Oh," T.I. said as he looked at Nelly. "Good job boys. I'm gonna get something to eat."
"Aight man," Murphy said.
Nelly desperately wanted to stop him and try to explain his actions but he couldn't with Murphy sitting right there. His hands were tied and he had to pretend that he enjoyed his evening with Melanie because he had no choice. He felt as if someone had taken a hammer and shattered his insides. Though he remained calm on the outside, his mind was spinning a million miles a second trying to comprehend what just happened. This was surreal and Nelly had never been to this place before. He heard Murphy talking to him so he tried to pay attention.
"Man what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I'm aight."
"So you gonna call her again? She was hot man."
"I dunno. You?"
"Yea man. At first I thought that she wanted to be with me because of who I was but she didn't even know me or who I was until I told her. Plus we shared a special connection. I really like her man."
"That's great man. When you guys gonna get together again?"
"After the show. As a matter of fact, I invited her to it."
"You really serious about her huh?"
"Yea. I'm staying back here to be with her after the tour's over."
"That's great man. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks. Sorry it didn't work out with Melanie."
Nelly felt bad because he couldn't tell Murphy the truth. "Yea. It wasn't meant to be I guess."
"So when did you become so whimsical?"
"I've always been durrty. You just never noticed."
The bus pulled into the venue and the men got off. Nelly was quiet. He saw T.I. walking ahead of him, on his phone, and desperately wanted to hold him. Each man made their way to their own dressing rooms and was getting prepped for the show. Nelly was sure that he was going to tell T.I. about Melanie now but he didn't want him to find out about it the way he did. He wasn't sure how to approach him about the problem now. Feeling confused and lightheaded, he sat on the couch and wondered why he did this. Did he have that much to drink? Although he knew that wasn't the best thing to tell T.I., it was the truth. The alcohol seriously disoriented his judgments but he wasn't blaming his problems on that. He was going to take the heat and accept all the consequences of his night with Melanie, even though he knew he wasn't going to like it.
Doing exactly what he said would, he went out on stage and gave it everything he had, putting all of his personal feelings away. Stepping off the stage, Nelly was drenched in sweat as an assistant handed him a towel. He dried his bare chest and draped the towel around his neck as he made his way to the dressing room. It did feel good to forget the problems that plagued his mind for a short time, but as soon a she stepped off the stage, they all came back harder than before. While taking a shower in his dressing room, he decided that he'd talk to T.I. tonight. He's going to go to his room and hope he let him in and listen to what he had to say.
The bus pulled out of the venue on its way back to the hotel as the men were caught up in doing their own thing. Nelly didn't see T.I. but saw that the drapes to his bed were drawn. He saw Murphy talking on the phone, probably to Kara, as he made his way to his bed. Butterflies overwhelmed his stomach as soon as he sat on the bed. He never experienced what he was feeling right now. He shot himself in the foot last night and now he had to deal with all the problems that it caused. Many thoughts flooded his mind at once on what he would say and how he would act all in the hopes that T.I. would forgive him. Nelly laid back and tried to enjoy the ride, though he really couldn't.
The bus pulled up to the front of the hotel and the men began getting their things together to exit. Nelly was one of the first to exit and race to the lobby, because of the cold weather. One by one he saw everyone enter the lobby and the bus begin to pull away. He didn't see T.I. anywhere. All the men made their way to the elevator as Nelly kept looking. He was worried about him. Where was he? What was he doing? All the butterflies and anxiety riddled his body once more. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost ten. He had to talk to him. He was going to wait for him.
Walking to the elevator, he pressed the button and the door opened. He stepped into the empty elevator and pressed the floor where T.I.'s room was. He rested his head on the cold steel and looked up at the ceiling, exhausted. He wondered why he didn't take the bus back to the hotel and thought even more as to how he didn't know. Nelly thought he was on the bus, on his bed, but was apparently wrong. The desolate hallway was dimly lit as he came face to face with the door. He knocked on the door, hoping against all hope that he would answer. When nothing happened, he sat on the side of the door and waited there. He rested his hands on knees and his head on his arms.
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