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I woke up because the damn sun was shining. I mean yes, it’s nice that we have a wonderful solar system and all, but sometimes for gods sake let me sleep. I did the best thing I could do – I moved away from the sun. I rolled on my stomach and that did the trick, no more sun shining in to my eyes, disturbing a very nice dream about Justin and a hotel room.
20 minutes later, I woke up again, the stupid sun had crept up more, bringing the room temperature up with it. I rolled away again and closed my eyes, hoping that if I ignored it, then it might eventually go away.
Well it didn’t. Another 30 minutes later, it was shining brightly on my face again.
"Oh my fucking god." I mumbled and angrily rolled again. I didn’t consider that unlike Rihanna, my bed wasn’t the size of California, so I rolled over the edge and dropped on to the floor. At least it was nice and cool down here, and dark too. So I sighed and closed my eyes again.
I started to think why my suitcase wasn’t next to my bed like I left it. Then I remembered last night and actually snickered to myself. Then I wondered just why I was able to roll across the bed.
“Where is Justin…? I didn’t just roll over him did I? I didn’t feel anything…” I thought still half asleep. When I really processed the last thought I jumped up to sitting position. I looked over to the bed, and indeed, it was empty. I sat there a few seconds, wondering where he could have gone, did he just leave? Then I heard the door open I snapped my head towards it. Justin walked in, all sweaty, hair sticking to his face, clothes wet, but a huge grin on his face.
"Morning honey!" he said happily. He then stopped and looked at me oddly.
"What are you doing on the floor?" he asked. I then only realized that I was on the floor and apparently I had brought the sheets with me.
"I umm…The sun and windows and stuff you know. Where were you? Wait a second…Honey?”
Justin laughed and walked over to me and leaned down to kiss my cheek.
"You are such a weirdo sometimes you know that?" he said and kissed my nose and other cheek. I pretended to be angry with him and shot back:
"You stink. Where were you anyway? I just woke up and you were gone."
"I took a run. My six pack was getting jealous of your six pack. Ooh, you just woke up and saw that I was gone and got all panic-y and sad and-" I hit him with a pillow.
"Shut up. No I wasn’t! I was just-"
"Yeah yeah, you can talk all you want, but we both know what actually happened!"
"Oh my god I hate you."
"You wish." he said and kissed my cheeks, my forehead, nose, chin, until I was drowning to his kisses.
"Okay okay I give up! Go and take a shower, you still stink!"
He laughed and got up and walked to the bathroom, taking off his shirt the same time, tossing it somewhere.
"You mind taking off all of your clothes while you’re at it?" I said, admiring his back. He laughed and and took off his shorts and threw them on my face.
"You pervert." he said and closed the bathroom door. Before he did, I caught a glimpse of his wonderful ass, waking something near my own ass. I heard the shower turning on and snickering to myself I got up. I heard him sing something while I walked closer to the door. I peeked through the little gap between the wooden door and the wall.
His shower was the same as mine, a large glass box, the glass blurred up to approximately to shoulder height, steam blurring the rest. I only saw a cloudy figure through the glass and I slowly opened the door enough to slip in. I closed the door behind me and sneaked to the door which led to the shower. Justin was singing loudly, his back facing me, so he didn’t notice when I pulled the door open and got in. Quietly I stepped two small steps and quickly grabbed him by his waist and pushed him against the cold tiles.
The shower box was luxurious, it could fit easily one person and even with two there was a lot of space around us. When Justin’s skin came in contact with the tiles, he gasped loudly and I saw his hair stood up in his arms. I was still wearing my white t-shirt and red boxers, but within seconds they were soaking wet. I sucked water drops from his shoulder and heard him took a sharp breath in. The water ran down my head but not quit touching Justin.
"I never noticed that those tiles were actually quite pretty." I said in to his shoulder, licking his skin.
"Re-Really? I did. Kinda reminds me off the sky." He said, trying to steady his voice. I decided to play with him a bit, see how far I could push him.
"Oh you are right. It must be the slight touch of blue, what do you think?" I asked casually.
"Yea ahh!" he started, but the same time I bit his shoulder. "M-Must be th-the blue." he finished, leaning his head to the tiles.
"Do you like blue?" I asked.
"Sure ohh dammet…" he gasped when moved my hips forward and he felt my hard member against his ass.
"What about red?"
"N-Noh that mm much." he said when I rolled my hips forward again.
"Yellow?"
"Yes god.." he whimpered when I touched his nipple.
"Green?" I asked and gripped his dick.
"Oh hell yes!" he moaned. I was quite sure he wasn’t talking about the colors anymore.
"Then you’ll love orange." I said and spun him around and started to suck his neck. I moved downwards, down his chest and kissed his every ab muscle.
"Oh my six pack is getting jealous now." I said and looked up. He was leaning his head on the tiles, his chest rising and lowering fast and his hands were in fists pushing against the wall.
I snickered and went back to business. I lowered myself fully on my knees and for awhile just stared at his hard member. I remembered last night and all the sounds he made, which lead me to the conclusion that I was doing something right. Still I felt intimidated and a little scared, this was, or would be the second time I would blow someone.
I quickly recapped everything I had read and with final look at his face, I took his dick in to my mouth. I tasted the familiar salty, spicy taste and felt how soft the skin was. I moved my head down, taking more of him in, but made sure not to let my teeth scrape him. I had read that that would be a nice touch, but I would save that until I felt a bit more comfortable.
Justin leaned harder against the wall, like his knees were giving up and that made me more confident. Last night was such a haze and I really wasn’t sure if I did a good job. I remembered that when I pressed my tongue against one side of his dick and slowly came up, he made a very low and deep moan, so I tried it again. It worked again. His knees trembled and I was sure he was gonna come crashing to the floor. Somehow he kept it together and stayed upright.
Even more confident, I moved my hand from the floor up, caressing his left leg. I let my fingers touch his inner thigh skin and it made him shiver. I moved my hand up a bit and cupped his balls. That went down very well. He leaned his head back more against the tiles and looked up to the sealing. I kept massaging them and his hips moved backwards and then came back with unsteady, uncontrolled movements. He was desperately trying to get a hold of something and his hands ended up on my hair.
He was losing control more and more, his hips moving, hands clenching on my hair. I sensed that he was coming and I wanted to come with him, so I took a firm hold of my own dick and with couple swift strokes I came while Justin did the same.
I slumped down on the floor and Justin slid down the wall and joined me.
"Wow." he said.
"Yeah." I answered. He suddenly started laughing and I looked at him questingly.
"What?"
"It’s just that you are still wearing clothes." he said giggling tiredly. I looked down and saw that my shirt was plastered to my skin, my boxers too.
"Well look at that.." I mumbled more to myself. Justin laughed and pushed him from the wall and crawled to me. He sat down and took my hands to his and pulled me to sit on his lap and he wrapped my legs around his waist. He laced our fingers together and looked me in they eyes for a long moment. A smile appeared to his face and I saw the smallest dimples appear.
"What?" I had to ask after he just sat there and looked at me.
"Nothing." he said but must had known that I didn’t buy it so he continued "Just..good morning." he said softly and kissed me. It was just a simple kiss, his lips pressed on mine, but it made me feel better than I had felt in awhile.
"Good morning to you too." I answered after he pulled away. I saw the same fire in his eyes than when he danced or sang and it made feel even better. I leaned my head against his and closed my eyes and took a deep breath in.
"Oh well well. I can’t say that I’m surprised." I suddenly heard. We both snapped our heads towards the door and saw Anna standing in the door frame. A small "oh shit” escaped Justin’s lips and the only thing I could was stare.
"Believe me or not, but I always knew that this was gonna happen. It was just something about you too." she continued, pointing us with her finger with a calculative facial expression.
"Oh shit!" Justin said loudly this time. I only then remembered that he was butt naked and I was wearing only a shirt and boxers. He tried to cover himself up, but seeing that there was nothing in his reach -except a small rose shaped sponge, but wouldn’t have covered much (just saying!)- so he did the second best thing and pulled me closer. Unfortunately that made both of us even more uncomfortable.
"No need to be ashamed Justin! It’s not the first time that I have seen you naked – and it definitely won’t be the last. How are you Cody?" she asked me casually, like she ran in to these kinda of situations every day.
"Oh my god Anna!" Justin cried out.
"What? I’m only trying to be friendly with your new boyfriend"
"For fucks sake Anna get out!" Justin yelled very embarrassed.
"Fine fine I’m going! But don’t use that kinda of language on me." she said sternly but backed through the door. Once she was gone and the door shut we looked at each other and I started to laugh. Justin buried his head in my shoulder.
"I can’t believe this. This is just…Oh god…" he said and made me laugh harder.
"This is pretty funny when you think of it." I managed to get out.
"Why’s that?" he asked looking at me.
"Well every time we try or just had sex, someone goes and makes it very unpleasant or embarrassing." I explained.
"Isn’t that more like… Tragic?"
"Well I find it pretty hilarious."
He looked at me for a while and then his mouth twitched in to a smile.
"That’s just one of the reasons why I like you so much." he said and kissed me. I only smiled.
"Maybe we could come up with a excuse and it wouldn’t be so weird when we go out there?" he tried.
"Umm great idea, but I don’t think that there is any other way to interpidate this situation than that we just had sex." I said and Justin sighed heavily.
"You sure?" he asked winching.
"Well you are naked, I’m half naked, you look flushed as hell and we are pretty much tangled together, so I don’t think so."
He sighed again and let his head plop to my shoulder again.
"Where did you positivity go?" he joked and I only ruffled his hair.
"Camoon, we better go." I said and got up. "And you should really cover that up" I continued and signaled his naked lower body. I threw him a towel and he tied it around his waist. I made a mental note to let him finish his shower next time, because there was just something really hot a guy with water dripping from his body, hair wet and a towel on his waist.
"Okay then, let’s do this." he said and looked like he had just kidnapped Ann and was about to go and face angry King Kong.
"Oh cheer up, it’s not gonna be that bad." I said.
Oh how wrong I was. If I could go back time and chance things, I’d throw myself against that wooden door and never let myself and Justin leave. Never.
Once we got out, Anna was sitting on Justin’s bed, sipping juice from a juice box carelessly. That was the first thing that made us uncomfortable, both remembering just what happened on that bed last night.
"Oh finally! I thought you were gonna go for round two!" she said and caught the straw between her lips and sucked. That made me very uncomfortable, because it wasn’t much different from what I was doing just moments ago. I blushed hard and looked down.
"Guys sex is totally normal. Nothing to be ashamed of. Just remember to take it slow and-"
"Please give me a place to hide." I whispered to Justin. He didn’t look any better than I did. Anna kept on going and going and I was sure that she was gonna start talking about condoms and STD’s.
"Anna! No need for that!" Justin finally interrupted her. "John mm already gave us that speech." Justin said and tried too look her in the eyes. After this, I wasn’t sure if I could ever do that.
"He did? Oh how sweet!" she said like John had given us a bunch of flowers or something.
"Can you please get to the point where you tell us why you are really here?" Justin said and I nodded furiously. She measured us from top to bottom.
"Well…If you are sure." she said.
"Yes! We are sure!" Justin yelped. "Aren’t we Cody?" he said and turned to me. I couldn’t have agreed more.
"Yes, totally, utterly, so very sure!"
"Okay then. I came to inform you that you are having dinner with some important people tonight. John will pick you up at seven. Okay? Dress nicely." she said and walked towards the door, which was a huge relief for the both of us.
"With who exactly?" Justin asked.
"Just music producers and so on. It’s a business dinner, so act like it." she said and walked out. We both sighed relieved, feeling more relaxed.
"Guess it’s suit night tonight." I said.
"I finally get to see you in a suit again. Totally hot." Justin said and O snatched the towel from his waist.
In the evening we left the hotel, both of us wearing suits and looking all formal and fancy. I had never been to these kind of big meetings with important and famous people, so I was a little nervous.
The meeting was held in a restaurant where a small soup would cost more than my mum made in a month. I was so far from my element that I couldn’t even see it anymore. And we hadn’t even reached the table yet.
We were seated in one corner and I nervously drank my water.
"Wow slow down there cowboy. If you keep going at that pace you’ll be spending the whole evening in the toilet." Justin said next to me. I looked up and saw that I had already drank one glass jug with a golden handle. I wondered if it was made from real gold.
"Oh sorry, I’m just a bit nervous that’s all." I replied and putted my glass down on the table.
"I’m sure you are just fine, you must be used to these kinda fancy meetings with fancy people and fancy tableware. " I noticed how I kept using the word "fancy", but that was pretty much the only word to describe this place. For fucks sake, there was pure gold on the table!
"Just calm down. You’ll be fine." he tried to reassure me.
"No I won’t! I have no idea what to say and how to act and why the hell is there four set of forks in the table?!" I started to panic.
"Because different forks are used for different dishes, like that small one two tines and a long shaft is for crab, that one is for spearing garnishes from cocktails. " Justin explained and pointed at the forks.
"And how is that supposed to make me feel better?"
He laid a comforting hand on my tight under the table.
"You’ll be fine. Trust me." he said and squeezed little.
"Oh I wouldn’t trust Justin, no matter what." came a deep voice next to me. I jumped a little and looked up and saw a man in his mid forties. He had piercing blue eyes and his face was full of lines and wrinkles. He didn’t look like worried, instead very tough and hard. Somehow he reminded me of Gandalf, but only much more serious and more evil. His eyebrows were burrowed and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not .
"Hello Alrik, it’s been a while." Justin said with a steady and serious voice that surprised me. I felt that there was this tension and challenge in the air and the way they kept looking to each others eyes, like waiting who would break the eye contact first. The serious man – Alrik – smiled, just slightly but even that looked like an challenge and extended his hand. Justin took it and they shook hands.
"Not enough, or what do you think?" Alrik said and to my surprise, he directed the question to me.
"I umm… I guess not…?" I said and looked over to Justin. He wasn’t looking at me, instead he was staring fiercely at Alrik, who was still standing next to our table.
"Indeed." Alrik said. I had a feeling that there was something that I didn’t know, but there was no way to ask Justin.
"Take a seat." Justin said, but even that sounded more of a command than a suggestion. Alrik nodded and moved to sit opposite of Justin. He was a bit overweight, his brown hair already starting to escape his forehead. He was wearing a very expensive suit, I didn’t know much about suits, but this one was tailored, the fabric looked soft but durable and I suddenly I felt really small and stupid.
At some point Justin had moved his hand away from my thigh, and was now eyeing Alrik harshly. Alrik didn’t seem impressed, only folded a napkin to his lap. I noticed that there was still one seat left in our table and hoped it wasn’t for someone like Alrik, or I’d be shitting my pants before main course.
"Oh that is for my son. He’ll be joining us soon." Alrik said, like he had just read my thoughts.
"Didn’t know that you invited someone." Justin said, sounding like what Alrik just did, was a huge insult.
"Well I’m sure you’ll like him. " Alrik said and took the menu. Justin did the same and I followed their example. The names of the foods were Latin or something that I didn’t recolonize.
“Baba au rhum”, "Choucroute garnie", "Kouglof", ”Potjevleesch”… I had a feeling that asking what the names meant, wouldn’t be such a great idea.
“Risotto con salmoni” I read. I figured it must have something to do with risotto and salmon, so I chose that when the waiter came to took our orders.
"So, the tour start soon." Alrik said.
"Yes, tomorrow."
"That must be nice."
"It is." Justin and Alrik talked. It sounded and looked forced, like behind every word there was an insult that only they understood. I kept my mouth shut and hoped I could just hide under the table.
"London is the first place isn’t it?"
"Yes, in the Webmley stadium"
"That is a brave move." Alrik said and suddenly it felt like the whole room went silent and all of the air just escaped. There was a long silence and even I understood that that was some kinda of insult. Alrik and Justin kept looking straight in to each other eyes, like trying to light each other on fire.
"I don’t think so." Justin said after a while and broke the eye contact.
"Well you have always been a dreamer." Alrik said and I saw the hurt in Justin’s face, before he hid it and replaced it with a cocky expression.
"It’s been working." he said.
I have never seen him like this, he was all harsh and manipulate and just hard.
"So Cody. Have you been enjoying London?" Alrik asked. I was surprised that he was talking to me, but answered politely.
"Yes, it’s been very nice."
I happened to look at Justin and he looked like he was gonna jump over the table and strangle Alrik any second.
"That is good. Have you done any sight seeing?" Alrik asked. I glanced over to Justin and he looked like he was getting angrier by the second, but answered.
"No not really. We’ve been spending most of the time rehearsing, so haven’t had time. I’d like to."
Alrik smiled a bit, more of a evil smirk and looked at Justin when he spoke.
"What a shame. This city is truly beautiful."
Justin’s hands were in fists, his fingers going white because he was squeezing so hard.
"Father, Justin." I suddenly heard a voice coming next to me. I looked up and saw that Evert was standing there, looking very surprised. (Evert= google satin circus = the blond one)
"Cody." he finished looking like he forced my name out.
"Oh hello Evert. This is my son Justin. Do you know each other?" Alrik asked meaning me and Evert. I had no idea what to say.
"Our paths has crossed." Evert said and sat down.
"What a coincidence." Alrik said. The waiter came and handed a menu to Evert, who used it so hide and avoid looking at me. It was silent until the waiter came back and took Evert’s order.
"So, how have your paths crossed exactly?" Alrik asked I really hoped Justin would just attack him already. I looked at Evert and he looked at me and I was sadness flicker in his face.
"At a bar." he said simply. I looked at Justin, but he didn’t seem to reorganize Evert, which was a relief.
"Ohh, the classic way then." Alrik said.
"Justin and Cody will start their tour tomorrow. At Wembley stadium." he continued. Evert glanced at Justin and then kept looking at me.
"How nice. You should perform in Sweden sometime. The people over there would like it." he said.
"How do you know that?" I asked before I realized I was talking.
"Our family is from there. I was born in Umeå." Evert answered, pronouncing the place with a pure Swedish accent. A lot of things made sense now – he and his fathers unusual names, his accent, the way he talked about Britain like he didn’t quite belong there.
"Ohh. I didn’t know that." I said and Evert smiled and me slightly. It was a very small smile, but it was there.
"You didn’t? I thought Evert would have told you that. " Alrik said. Evert glanced down, looking sad again.
"It didn’t come up." he said simply.
"You two should definitely get together again, Evert could tell you about Sweden. " Alrik said, with a tone that didn’t sound much like suggesting. I looked at Evert and he stared me in the eyes.
"I think we should." he said and then the food arrived.
We ate while Justin and Alrik talked about the tour and about money and stuff like that. I didn’t listen, I couldn’t when Evert was sitting across me, looking sad and I felt like I was the main reason he was feeling like that.
After staters and main course I couldn’t take it anymore, so I excused myself and left the table, heading towards the toilets. I closed the door behind me and walked over to the round sinks which were probably made from gold too.
I turned the faucet and watched as the water circled around the sink before falling down the pipe.
"You okay?" I head a voice. I lifted my head and saw Evert standing in front of the door. I didn’t turn, I watched him from the mirror.
"Yea, I’m fine." I said.
"You sure? My father can be a bit…Well." he said and took a tentative step towards me.
"I don’t quite know what’s going on there." I said and turned around.
"It’s kinda like arm wrestling. But without any physical contact. To be honest, it’s ridiculous. " he said and walked to stand next to me. I leaned back on the counter and took a good look at him. He was wearing a nice suit, his hair was styled back.
"So, he’s your dad." I said to start the conversation again.
"Yeah, he is."
"What does he like do. For a living I mean." I asked.
"He’s some kind of music producer. He takes new talents and shows them to the right people." he explained, but he didn’t seem to be that proud or all together happy to talk about it.
"Did he do that with Justin too?" I asked.
"Yeah I guess. He was the one who showed him to Usher. He’s kind of a silent worker and like we all know, all the credit of finding Justin went to Usher." he said but looked a bit angry.
"Why don’t you like him?" I asked.
"Who, my dad or Justin?" I wanted to say both, but Evert talking about Justin just didn’t seem right.
"Your dad. You two are more like co-workers than father and son."
"I don’t respect him. He doesn’t just work with new talents, he rips the old ones apart. Or what he considers old ones at least." he said, his face filled with disgust. I walked to stand in front of him, partly because wanted to know more, wanted to know just what happened to Justin and Alrik. Partly I wanted just be nearer to Evert.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused. He was so near that I could see his Adam”s apple go up and down when he gulped and just how blue his eyes were. I noticed that he had inherited his piercing blue eyes from his father, but unlike him, Evert’s were soft ocean blue. Alrik’s were hard ice blue, reflecting their personalities.
Evert looked down and mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear.
"What?" I asked and lifted his chin up, and I was now unintentionally cupping his face. He looked like he was hurting so badly, his blues filled with sorrow and pain.
"My father is the reason why Justin took marijuana in the first place."
Author’s Notes:
OH MY GOD WHAT?
I have no idea, that last sentence just wrote itself. I have to say, I don’t really plan these things, they just kind of happen when I write. Sorry to leave you hanging again. (But you love it)
Let me know how you reacted to that last sentence hahaa!
Love you, yes you right there!
BTW what the hell is with me and those odd references to movies and songs. If you didn’t get the Rihanna and the bed thing, it’s her song “California King Bed”. Not a fan, but that just popped to my mind.
And the King Kong thing was that the girl in the movie which King Kong falls in love was called Ann. ( I just watched the movie haha)
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BTW part 2.
I had to do research on forks, Swedish names, places, London’s stadiums, STD’s….