Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2013 08:34:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Supreme Britian <supremebritian@yahoo.com>
Subject: the. Men of the voice chapter 11

The Men of the Voice (US)

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This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as true. You must be 18+
to read this!  This is based on the tv show "The Voice" with Adam Levine,
Blake Shelton, Christina Aguilera, and Ceelo Green.

Also please buy Lotus by Christina Aguilera!


Chapter 11

"And here's your reciept sir," I hear the lobby clerk say to Blake handing
it to him.

   Blake takes ite shining his country boy smile. They young, extremely hot
clerk, extremely male clerk melts in his hands. I roll my eyes.

"Again with the super human charm?" I say walking along side him.

"What did I do?" he says grinning innocently.

"You know," I say, resisting the urge to kiss him in public. "So whats our
alibi?"

"What do you mean?" he says grabbing a map from the "help" stand.

"We just went into a highly populated hotel, with no attempt to hide
ourselves. And the live shows start in a couple of weeks."

"We'll be back. They're playing the pre-recorded stuff now and we'll be
back in time."

"Ok, so what about the very open hotel visit you set up?" I say with a
little more bite than intended.

"This is my hotel, Adam. It's for rich guys, like you and I, to come
and... uh... cum without worry of press. Awesome idea right?"

   I don't answer. A motel for rich and famous gay men to bang it out
without worry of TMZ recording their every move. I'm about to ask where Dez
is when my question is answered.
   He walks out, his hair messy in the sexiest way possible. I look up at
him and he smiles shyly. I know that look.

"Don't look at me like that," he says grinning widly.

"Look who got laid!" Blake says tossling his already messy hair.

   Dez blushes widly. I want to ask him what, when, and where but Blake
taps his watch.

"In the car," I wisper bringing him close.

-The next morning, six A.M.


"Five miles away." Blake mumurs pointing at the "Welcome to Oregon" sign.

   I could barely hold my eyes open. The sun started to peak over the
Rocky's, illuminating fresh snow.

"No snow in L.A." Blake smiles twisting my hair with his fingers.

"I can't believe you drove all night," I say closing my eyes again. I feel
his warm crotch on my cheek. I stick my tounge out and lick through his
paints. I reach for his zipper with my teeth when...

"Not now, we're here." he says.

   I finally look up at him. He's wearing his cowboy hat, slightly tilted
to the left, and of course his grin. I jolt up when I remember whose house
this is.

"Dez!"

   I look back. He's already up, trying to fix his hair.

"Do I look ok?"

"Dez, he already loves you," I say, "But babe you need a comb."

  We pull up to house and Adam is standing there in, wow, rainbow pj's. We
hop out the car.

"Well aren't you proud," Blake says bear hugging him.

"I'm not the one in the closet, cowboy." he says returning the hug.

"Ouch," Blake says. It's nice to know somebody's impervious to his charm.

   I walk over and hug him.

"Hi Adam," he wispers. in my ear.

"You know Dez has a crush on you," I wisper back.

"Ooo," he wispers, "We'll have to do something about that."

   Adam walks over to Dez. Dez couldn't be anymore red.

"You're not exempt, hug me." Adam says playfully.

   Dez awkwardly wraps his arms around Adam. Adam pulls him in tighter and
wispers in his ear. I can't hear what he's saying but by Dez's expression,
me and Blake aren"t the only ones having fun tonight.

to be continued