invitation...of lust
Sharice
"Nice place" Taylor replied after I let him into my apartment. He was looking around my spacious living room and peeping his head into the large kitchen that was connected.
"Thanks. I'm sure you've had hotel rooms bigger than this though." I said smiling and tossing my keys on the table by the front door.
"Ah, so you know who I am huh? I didn't think we existed to anyone over the age of 13." he said wryly.
"Don't be so bitter. There are alot of people out there that love your music for what it is, and not all of them are 13." All he did was sigh. I watched him plop down on my couch and put his feet up on the table infront of him. He seemed really worn out, and now that I noticed it he seemed to be troubled about something. I walked over and stood before him.
"What's wrong Tay?" I asked sincerely.
"Nothing..Why do you think somethings wrong?" he retaliated.
"Because after going through all the shit I have I can tell when someone is having a hard time.You can trust me." I simply said still looking at him.
"Ok..well. It's just this whole Hanson-Hysteria shit." he started.
"It's not fun anymore. We get bossed around and are forced to make songs that we don't even like, and then have to go out on stage and perform them to thousands of screaming nasty girls who confess their undying love to us. I mean, how can you say you love someone that you have never even sat down and had a serious conversation with? It's all bullshit. Then, Management says we have to keep up this clean-cut goody goody act so the press doesn't attack us. So in order not to piss them off Ike has to pretend that he doesn't like guys, and Zac has to pretend that the reason he's so off the wall and nuts is because of his energy and not all the volume and whatever the hell else he's shooting up on. And me, I have to pretend like I'm ok aqnd not losing my mind, which I think is the hardest thing of all. To pretend you're a care-free kid who's living out their dream, when in reality I'm a kid trapped in a dream that has turned into my worst nightmare." Obviously Taylor had been holding this in for a while, and I could see the weight lifted off his shoulders by just being able to spill it all out to someone. I put my hand on his shoulder and urged him to stand up. When he did I wrapped my arms around him. He was quite a few inches taller than me so I just leaned my head on his chest and held him tightly.
"Thank you Reese" he said into my ear. And I couldn't help but smile. His breath on my ear felt so good and the way he said my nickname so knowingly made me want him badly. I lifted my head of his chest and looked up at him. His eyes were burning into mine, and I couldn't control the force that suddenly brought my lips to his. The soft kiss just grew deeper as reality sunk in. For some reason the fact of how wrong this was made it feel so right. I ran the tip of my tongue across the soft skin of his lips and begged for my entrance into his mouth. He obliged and my tongue was surrounded by the sweetness of this boy. My tongue explored his mouth as his hands found my waist. He lightly ran his fingetips along my sides which made me shudder in delight. As I felt his unexperienced hands crawl up my body, I knew I couldn't deny this boy anything. Biting at the pink flesh of his bottom lip as I seperated our mouths, I began to speak.
"Taylor, baby.." I licked up his lips. "Let me show you my bedroom."
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