Note to readers: Story is now being written from in-story character first person present POV. Whose POV it is will be specified, and will change semi-often. Sorry in advance if it gets confusing.
Eminem POV
I am driving down the road and my palms are starting to get all sweaty. I really hope Justin can't tell, but I am just really nervous. Since everything with Kim, Hailie has been the only one I have loved, and I just really don't want her to get the wrong idea about all of this. I mean, it's just a fuck, right? It is not like its an emotional thing-purely physical.
"Well?" Justin asks.
"Huh? I guess I missed what you said."
"I asked what you were going to tell Hailie..."
Shit, what am I going to tell her? Shit I dont even know what to tell myself that this is...
"We can just tell her we are working on an album together."
I look over at Justin and he looks disappointed, fuck.
"Do you bring everybody you do an album with home?" Justin asks.
"Well, no... I could tell her that I just thought that she would want to meet you."
"Yeah, okay."
My phone vibrates in the cup holder between us and I ask Justin to see what the text says.
"It's from Hailie, she said `Dad is it ok if I go 2 Amanda's for the weekend?'"
"Don't tell her it is you, but just ask her when she is going to leave."
A few seconds later he tells me "She said that if it is ok with you, she was going to leave now."
i sigh slightly, relieved that for now I don't have to explain Justin to her. "Tell her that it is ok and I love her."
"Awwww," Justin says mockingly.
I jerk the wheel slightly to the right and Justin's head hits the passenger window (not that hard lol). "Ow, what the fuck dude, I was kidding," Justin complains as he rubs his head.
I smirk "I know."
I look down and realize Justin's hand is resting on my thigh, "It is a good thing you're so damn sexy," he tells me.
I grin even more as we pull into my driveway. I get out of the car and after Justin closes his door I lock them.
I open the front door and stand to the side until he walks in, after he is in i walk in behind him and close the door and turn on the lights in the front room.
"Hailie, are you still home?" I yell up the stairs. I wait a few moments and there is no response, so I assume she already left, like she said. I turn around to where Justin was standing, but he isn't there.
"Justin?"
"Yeah I am in here," I hear his voice coming from the living room.
"Holy shit Marsh, your TV is fucking huge."
"Watch your language," I say trying to hold a straight face. He turns around to look on me with the most confused face and he asks in 100% seriousness "Are you serious? Have you listened to any of your music?"
I lose it and bust out laughing. He smiles a little, realizing I was kidding, and then continues his self-tour of my mansion.
After walking through most of my 15,000 square foot mansion, explaining dozens of things in the 21 rooms, half of which we did not even go in, we are back in the front room.
"Damn you have a big house."
I chuckle a bit, "Thanks."
"And a big dick, you're one lucky son of a bitch."
I laugh a little more before responding "Don't forget my boyfriend."
He looks up at me with a small smile forming on his lips, "That is what we are now?"
"Only if that is what you want."
I feel his hands wrapping around my waist and I find my hands doing the same, he is only slightly shorter than me and he looks into my eyes and says "It is."
I kiss him, relieved he said yes, shocked I asked a guy out, and at a complete loss for words.
Justin breaks the kiss, but still has his arms around me when he asks me what it is I want to do.
"Honestly, It is about 3 o'clock, and we never did eat the lunch Dre bought us. What do you say I take you out to dinner later?"
"Mmmm, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking Ruth's Chris."
"Oh... I don't have clothes for that..."
"Well you wouldn't fill out my clothes enough..." I think for a moment, "I will take you shopping, we will get you some clothes for the next few weeks, as well as for tonight, and then we can get dinner at about 7."
"No... I can't have you going out and spending hundreds of dollars on my clothes?"
"Hundreds? I was thinking more like thousands. What are rich boyfriends for if they don't buy you stuff?" I smirk.
Justin pulls me closer and puts his head on my chest, "I think I love you."
I don't answer him, but instead lay my cheek onto the top of his head. I wrap my arms around his lower back and slide the tips of my fingers into his waistband. He looks up to me and asks "You wanna do one quick before we go shopping?"
"Wouldn't want you getting a boner trying on all your new clothes would we?"
Justin smiles and kisses me, I slide my hands up to the sides of his head and I kiss him back. Eventually I work my hands back down to his belt buckle and I get it undone, and his pants around his ankles. I get on my knees and he stops me saying "You don't have to do anything you don't want to..."
"I wouldn't dream of it." And I engulf his semi-hard cock into my mouth, surprised by my own actions. Wow, I really am becoming a fag... The worst part... I kinda like it...
Hey guys, I know this was not the longest chapter... But it is really just to build up for the later chapters... Sorry for the lack of action as well... Shoot me an email if you have suggestions/comments. Also if you have a Gmail, I'll give you the Drive and you can make suggestions, as well as be able to read it earlier, as Nifty takes a day or two at least to upload it. Please email me @ w.ryan.787@gmail.com