*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!
On the morning of his trip to the exotic part of France known as Saint-Tropez, the caramel colored rapper couldn't hide his excitement. His flight was scheduled for nine and he was up since seven making any last minute preparations needed before he left the country. His manager called him to wish him a safe flight and to have a fun and relaxing time because he deserved it. He also assured the rapper that there would be a mound of work for him whenever he got back to the States. The limo arrived and the driver packed his luggage into the trunk as he went down and checked himself out of the hotel. The morning air was crisp as he left the hotel lobby and made his way into his awaiting limo. The driver sped off to Los Angeles International Airport amidst the busy traffic that the city was known for. His cell vibrated in his pocket on their way. He retrieved it, looked at the screen, and smiled.
"Morning baby!" he said sweetly.
"Hey! Are you up yet? You gonna be late kid."
"I'm already on my way to the airport."
"Oh. Someone sounds excited."
"Oh I am! Very excited. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just called to make sure you don't miss your flight. You know how you like to sleep."
"Shut up! I'm looking forward to this too much to miss my flight."
"I'm glad you're excited about it. So what was going on the last time we talked?" Nelly questioned his man.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I know you Tip. Something was bothering you."
"It was nothing. I guess I just needed a vacation."
"You know I love you right?"
"I don't believe you though baby. Why are you lying to me?"
"Cornell I'm not. I was just stressed out I think," he lied, not sure of how convincing he sounded.
"It just had me worried. I never heard you that down before."
"You acting like you care about me," T.I. said. He loved teasing Nelly.
"I do care about you nigga! Why you like messin' with me so much for?"
"Cuz you're so cute when I bother you. And your voice sounds so cute on the phone. And you're so cute when you hold me. You wanna play a game baby?"
"What? You crazy kid!"
"You don't even know what I'm talking about but you calling me names."
"Nigga I know what you're talking about. I can tell by your tone."
"What am I talking about then?"
"Phone sex punk. I ain't about to have phone sex with you. I prefer the real thing because I like it when you be screaming my name."
"I never screamed your name! Making shit up as usual."
"Oh sorry. I meant to say that you will be screaming my name soon enough."
"And what makes you think that I won't have you screaming mine?"
"That's a possibility."
"That I plan to make a reality."
"We sure will. Listen, I gotta go. I have to check in and stuff."
"Okay. Have a safe flight baby."
"When are you gonna be over there?"
"My plane leaves in a couple of hours."
"Okay. I gotta go. Love you."
"I love you Tip. Bye."
The young rapper clicked his cell phone shut and went to check in. The clerk had a problem because she did not recognize his plane but once he explained to her that it was a private jet, she immediately got it, showed him where he needed to go, and rushed him because he was running a little late. He cursed the downtown California traffic for making him late as he rushed through the airport and to the private jet that Nelly chartered to take him to paradise. T.I. was not a fan of long flights, this one was going to be extremely long, but it was going to be worth it because it was time desperately needed with the one person he loved so much in this world. After the rapper fastened his seatbelt, he pulled out his Ipod from his pant pocket and plugged the earpieces into his ear as he felt the plane began to rumble and move. It was going to be a long flight.
The massive engines of the jet began to clatter as it made its way to the end of the runway, where it rested itself for a moment. Once it gained its momentum, it was goodbye to the United States for the rapper T.I. The music was blasting in his ear as began his long voyage to reconnect with his love. He watched out the window to see clouds passing him by, birds soaring around freely and effortlessly, and no land in sight. The hostess came by and offered him a glass of champagne and some caviar. He took the champagne but passed on the fish eggs and began sipping the glass of bubbly. After another glass, and a slow jam playing in his ear, he started to nod off. He began to fidget faintly in his seat as he slept.
It was a beautiful, busy day in Los Angeles as T.I. stared out at the city through his large balcony windows. He was caught up in all of his thoughts about everything that was going on in his life to even notice that the sun had quickly disappeared behind heavy gray clouds. They looked filled to the very edge with water and was about to pop at any moment. Everything was bothering him and was making him feel even more down that he already was. He hadn't seen Nelly in so long and was going insane without his touch. The fight he had with Evan was also weighing heavily on his lonely mind. He lost one of his good friends because of stuff he couldn't control. He hated how things ended with Evan but he couldn't call him. How could he? That would the one of the most selfish things that he ever did because he was only considering how this hopeless situation was hurting him. He leaned against the wall and continued staring out at the city as the first raindrops made their presence known and felt something brush against him. It caressed his arm again and then embraced him from behind. The stranger covered the rapper's eyes with his hands, turned him around and pressed him against the wall, and began kissing him. What was going on here? He knew he was in his room by himself. Who was kissing him?
He broke the kiss after a while, his eyes still behind a pair of hands. "Cornell?
"Kiss me baby," was the only thing the stranger said in a voice that he didn't recognize.
"Why do you sound like that? Why are you covering my eyes?"
"Just kiss me."
T.I. was confused but he felt lips being crushed against his once again. It felt good. So damn good. He just relaxed his hands to his side and relied more on the wall for support because of the force between his body and his unknown assailant's. It had to be Nelly surprising him. It could only be Nelly because he loved him so much and the St. Lunatic rapper knew exactly what to do to surprise him and keep him guessing at the same time. He loved that feeling more than anything; the fact that Nelly could be as cool as a cucumber but have some secret plan to surprise him with. The kiss was enhanced when the two men's tongues began playing with each other in a dance that T.I. had come to know and crave all too well. He had enough with his eyes being covered though and stopped the kiss. He felt that something was different; off.
"Cornell I get the point baby. You can take your hands off my eyes now."
"You promise you won't get mad?"
"Why do you sound like that?" he asked again. "Are you okay?"
"Just promise you won't get mad."
"Say the words."
"I promise I won't get mad at you Cornell. Now come on."
He slowly began removing his hands from T.I.'s eyes, finally allowing him to see. He squinted because they had been away from light for a while but as his vision quickly came back into focus he began making out someone that was not the St. Lunatic rapper Nelly. Evan looked at him and smiled, his lips pink because of the aggressive kiss he just planted on the rapper. What was going on here? Why was Evan in his room? How did he get in? Why did he kiss him? The caramel colored rapper was a mess because he had all these questions and no answers. He stared at Evan for a long while, then at his surroundings, and then at Evan once again. His friend had the most serious expression visible all over his face and when he tried to connect with his lips once again, T.I. moved away.
"What are you doing Evan? Why are you here? Why did you just kiss me? What do you thin---"
Evan put his fingers to his own lips, silencing the puzzled rapper. "Relax baby. Just relax."
"What? Why did you just call me that? What the fuck is going on here Evan?" T.I. asked, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Calm down hommie. You promised you wouldn't get mad remember?" he said as he walked over to the bed and sat on it.
"Evan what are you doing here? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I love you Cliff baby," he said in an almost smug attitude.
"I don't understand," T.I. responded, not being able to move from the spot he was in. He watched the young actor on the bed. "I thought you said that we couldn't be friends anymore. You said you were gonna deal with this."
"That was the old loser Evan. I've changed since then."
"I'm gonna fight for you baby. I don't care who this other guy is. I don't give a fuck about him. I want you."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this shit from you. What happened to you?"
"I grew up. That weak fool you knew is gone. I'm standing up and fighting for what's mine."
"I'm not yours Evan. I never was."
"But you will be. Come and sit by me baby," the actor said, patting the bed next to him.
"No! Why are you acting this way?"
"Because I love you and I know you love me. We just gotta get this other loser out of the picture."
"Evan listen to me. I don't love you like that. I love you as a friend but that's it. Did I mislead you somehow?"
"No. I read your signs. I know what I saw Tip."
"No you are. See what I realized was that this guy was your first everything. Your first relationship with a man, everything. It was good while it lasted but you gotta move on baby. And I'm your man."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You never really loved this guy Tip. You just thought you did because he was your first everything. Why don't you see that?"
"I'm not hearing this from you right now."
"Maybe but its true. You just clung to the first nigga who took you there because everything was new to you and you were confused and needed someone to be there for you. But now everything's not new to you anymore so you can make your own decisions. You can leave him," Evan said as he got up and made his way over to the furious rapper. "It's okay baby. A lot of people make the same mistake you did."
"Shut up!" he yelled. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. I love him. I don't need to prove that shit to you or anyone else. Get the hell out of my room," T.I. said, hot blood rushing through his veins and his nostrils flaring.
"I know you don't mean that sweetheart," he said as he embraced the rapper.
"Let me go Evan."
"Why? You love me."
"Let me go kid."
"No. This feels right!"
T.I. was pissed off. This could not be happening to him right now. With all the force his body could manage he pushed Evan off of him and watched as he landed hard on his butt on the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you man?"
"Why did you do that?"
"Answer me! Where is all this coming from?"
"My heart Tip. My fucking heart! I can't and won't lose you because our love is the driving force in my life and I won't stop until you see that as well," he said as he got back on his feet and walked closer to the man he loved.
"You're starting to worry me. Can you just leave," T.I. said, trying to contain his anger.
"No. Not until you admit that you have feelings for me."
"I don't Evan! I don't."
"You're lying to me. I know you."
"You don't know shit man. I like you as a friend. That's it! Look, I'm sorry if I led you on in anyway because that wasn't my intention at all. But I do not love you Evan. I love the man I'm in a relationship with right now," he said, being extra careful not to mention Nelly's name.
"Why do you love Nelly so much Tip?"
T.I. stared at him in pure disbelief. How did he know? "What did you just say?"
"I know its Nelly you think you love baby."
"Stop calling me that! How did you know that?"
"I'm not stupid Cliff. I saw the way you looked at him when he met up with us at the premiere. The way he looked at you. It was so obvious that you two were fucking around."
"So you said you say how we were looking at each other right?"
"Did you bother to even look into my eyes at that moment Evan?"
"No. What's that got to do with anything?"
"If you did then you would've seen how instantly happy I got. How I just managed to float on Cloud Nine. Just because he walked up to us. Just because he said a few words. That is love Evan. That is how I know what we have is real. You and I could never have that."
"We could baby. You've been with him for a while now so these feelings developed. If you were with me the---"
"Wrong! I felt that way ever since I first met him in L.A. And I've been feeling that way ever since."
"I could change that."
"I don't want you to. I didn't ask for you to. I love what I have and I'm not gonna trade it for you or anyone else."
"Let me change your mind baby. You'll see that we belong together."
T.I. stared at him, not recognizing the man in front of him. His supposed friend. He didn't like this new Evan at all. He had to reason with him. "Are you not getting me Evan? I don't love you. I never have. I love him."
"He doesn't deserve you," the young man scolded and he got even closer to the visibly upset rapper.
"And how do you know that Evan? You don't even know him."
"I have no doubt that he's a good guy Tip. He's just not good for you."
"You a matchmaker now? Can you just leave before I do something I'll regret later?"
"No. Come on baby. Let's go on the bed. Let me hold you. Let me kiss you. Let me love you Cliff," he said as he got even closer, only inches away from the other man's face.
"Evan get away from me man."
"No. I love you."
The young actor made a move for the lips he just was kissing but T.I. quickly moved away and punched him in the jaw. This had gone far enough. Although he didn't know what was going on right now, he was not going to let anything go any further with Evan. All the mind games and over the top actions had to be stopped right here. The caramel colored rapper was not a violent man but in this case, he had to stand up for himself because Evan was taking advantage of him. He was shaking because he was so upset and hurt right now. Evan stumbled around on the floor until he eventually got up, the corner of his lip busted open. The young rapper saw what he caused and instantly started to feel guilty. He quickly made his way to Evan and helped him to the bed before he went to the bathroom to get the first aide kit. Evan licked the blood that accrued on his lip as he saw T.I. returning.
"I'm so sorry Evan," he said as he sat next to him and tried to get the kit open.
"Got a nice right hook there baby," he said as he laughed.
"Don't call me that."
"Don't worry about it," he said referring to the first aide kit. "It's just a busted lip."
"Why are you acting like this?"
The young actor looked directly into T.I.'s eyes. "Because I love you Tip. I need you."
Evan had the most serious tone in his voice that the young rapper ever heard since he knew him. This was serious to him. T.I. just thought that this was some sick game but this was serious to the actor. He stared at him, still not believing that this was happening to him. He was in a room, sitting next to Evan, his lips bleeding because he just punched him. The rapper was getting a headache because this was getting to be too much for him to handle. He slowly walked to the bathroom to put the unused kit back and washed his face while he was there. Evan was still sitting on the bed and watched his every movement, his eyes never leaving the stressed out rapper. Once T.I. took his seat next to Evan once again, in hopes to try and figure out what just happened between them, the young actor held his hands to his side and once again surprised the unaware rapper with a fierce kiss.
T.I. was startled awake and looked around, not sure where he was or what was going on. He removed the earphones from his ears and looked out the window, everything trickling back to him. That was the most intense dream he ever had and it instantly got him worried and scared. Evan kissing him sent shockwaves through his life and he couldn't seem to think straight. He remembered everything that just happened in his dreams and wondered what made him dream of something so off and distant. It was surreal to him. He dropped his Ipod on the seat next to him and made his way to the bathroom. The water was refreshing as it hit his hot face, only managing to cool him off a little. On his way back to his seat he grabbed a bottle of water and two aspirins because he was getting a headache. After swallowing the pills, he sat closer to the window and stared into oblivion, his mind deep in thought.
It was exactly midnight when T.I. finally arrived at the massive villa where he would be spending his vacation at. The place was luxurious, immaculately clean, and tastefully decorated with some of the best artwork and décor anywhere. It was a twist between medieval and rustic, which managed to fit together perfectly. The rapper was tired and harassed and the pills made him slightly drowsy; he took two more right before landing in Marseille Provence International Airport in the southern French Riviera. The cab driver just left his suitcases in the foyer and he generously tipped him. His headache had not subsided and he really wished more than anything that Nelly was here to hold him. He locked the grand double doors and tried to find the staircase to go to the master bedroom. The house was enormous. Once in the illustrious bedroom he would soon be sharing with the St. Lunatic rapper, the caramel colored rapper took of his shoes, pants, and shirt and got into bed. He was too tired and weak to even take a shower. The pale moonlight shone in through the silk drapes that covered the large glass balcony doors and illuminated on the worn out rapper. As soon as hit head hit the soft, fluffy pillow he was gone.
The airport was quiet and Nelly was glad for this because it meant that he could get in and out with no fuss or waiting. It was almost four in the morning when he got everything squared away in airport and left to the villa, where he know T.I. would be by now. He was excited for this. It was hard not to be. The two of them hadn't been together, officially, in a good while. Mainly it was always work that got in the way but the older rapper craved his man's body. All that lust had been accumulating within him and this vacation was the way to let it all out, with less fear of being caught. They were going to have to be careful, he thought on the cab ride, but his brain just seemed to go into overdrive mode whenever the younger rapper was near him. The driver sped up, at Nelly's request, because he was tired and wanted some sleep bad. Once he got to the villa, he fetched his key to let himself and the driver into it. The driver automatically started packing his suitcases next to T.I.'s, which relieved Nelly when he saw them. After a tip, the cab driver was gone and Nelly locked the door behind him.
He made his way to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water before he went upstairs. Overall, he loved the feel of the house. It reminded him of some of the houses he'd seen in Spain when he lived there with his father when he was younger. The exhausted rapper climbed up the stairs and started looking through rooms, to find the master. It didn't matter to him though, as long as he was sleeping in the same bed as T.I. After looking through a couple of rooms, the rapper finally found what, or rather who, he was looking for. He easily walked up to the bed where he saw the caramel colored rapper's exposed chest, turning the softest shade of brown he'd ever seen because of the moonlight hitting him. Nelly was in awe of him, staying there and just watching him sleep for a minute. Once he stripped down to his boxers he crawled onto the bed next to the younger rapper. Ever so gently, he caressed his cheek, nose, and ran his finger along his man's jaw line. The sleeping rapper shifted and gently tossed at the man's touch. Nelly wrapped his arms around his possession and looked at his lips for a moment. A kiss on his unaware pink lips sealed the night.
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