Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
I woke up thinking I was at home, in my bed, but when I opened my eyes everything in my room looked different. I then realized that I wasn't at home, but the hotel that I stayed at with Tank. I looked to my right and saw Tank laid out in the bed. At first I got scared, "Damn! Did I fuck this nigga?" I thought. Then I had a flashback and remembered all we did was jack off. Guys jack off right? Nothing wrong with that...? Damn Tank was right. I would have thought Tank brought me to this hotel for the sex only. Good job Tank.
I looked at my watch and it read 10:43. Damn, doesn't Tank have a studio session at noon? "Yo! Tank!" I said getting out the bed to put my pants on. Tank shrugs me off and mumbles something. "Aye man, you got a session coming up soon. Get up man!" He then opens his eye and looks at me., "What time is it?" "10:45 man," I say.
"Shit," he whispers getting up from the bed. "I must've drank too much last night, I'm usually a better morning person."
"Sure you are, come on man, you gotta get ready."
"Aight aight. You need to get dressed too."
"Yeah I am."
Once both of us are washed up, dressed and groomed, we leave the hotel and headed towards his rental car. He puts the studio's address into the GPS and starts driving. The drive was pretty silent in the beginning. I thought about bringing up last night, but I was too afraid. Does he want to talk about it? He would of brought it up by now right? But maybe he is waiting on me to bring it up... Maybe he regrets ever meeting me and wants to drop me off and never see me... "Yo I had a good time last night lil dude," he says quickly looking at me then back at the road, interrupting my thought-process. I smile and say, "Yeah me too man."
"You don't sound too sure about it." He says looking confused.
"Nah I really did yo, I just..."
"Yeah I understand. But nothing really happened so you don't have to worry."
"Yeah I guess."
"You can't be getting on quiet and shy on me now. Did I do something wrong?"
"Nah man, not at all."
"Good good. Well let's let last night be the past and start making that good music today. We need to get paid." The word `paid' excited me because I've been broke for so long.
"So what exactly are you... well I guess `we'... doing at the studio today?"
"We're working with an artist, writing a song for his next album."
"Who is it?" I said, going through names in my mind.
"You'll see. You're gonna like him... we're here."
We get out the car and head to the studio door. I follow Tank to the room we were scheduled to work in. I see some dark skinned dude sitting a chair looking at me funny, "Yo Tank! Who's this?" He says to Tank. Was this the artist he was talking about? I have no idea who he is.
"This is Rome. He's my new songwriting partner, he's gonna help us write the song."
"Oh aight," the stranger says then turns to me, "Name's Andre, nice to meet you Rome." I nod my head and say, "Yeah same here. So are you the artist?" He laughs and then turns to Tank, "You didn't tell him who we are writing for?"
"Nah but you can tell him," Tank says playing with his cell phone and not even looking at us.
"We're writing for my boy..." just then the door opens up and a light skinned dude wearing a hoodie and sunglasses walks in with a bag of McDonald's. At first I don't recognize him, but just as I realized who it was, Andre says, "Chris Brown."
Immediately my eyes widen from the shock. I look at Tank and he lifts his shoulders up and smirks. I turn back to looking at young superstar who was now right in front of me. He removes his shades and says, "New guy? You must be... Rame?" I lift my eyebrows and say, "Naw, I'm Rome."
"Oh my bad. Tank texted me about ya couple minutes ago. Whats up man."
"Whats good man." I say, not knowing what else to say. Then Chris turns away from me and says, "Sooo what R&B hit are we recording today big Tank?"
"This unfinished song called, `Fatal',"
"Whats up with you and all the sad songs dude?" He laughs.
"Nigga whatever, my song on your last album was happy."
"Talking about `I Wanna Be'? Shit was not happy. I didn't even have the girl yet." He joked.
"Whatever, but here's the lyrics and I'm bout to play the track. Rome, here, take a copy and start brainstorming for a bridge. Andre and I are gonna finish the verses. The chorus is done." Tank says handing everyone a lyrics sheet. "Aight," I say, scared as shit but then realizing this is what I do best so I became less nervous.
He began playing the track and the work began.
MEANWHILE BACK IN NEW YORK...
Omarion was pacing his hotel room back and forth wondering why Rome was ignoring his phone calls. "What the fuck did I do to run that nigga off? This is pissing off!!" He said outloud to no one in the room. Just then he heard a knock on his door, he went to open it and realized Rome had left his shirt. He looked at it and picked it up. His heart started to beat as he thought about Rome. He told himself he was not gonna call or text him anymore because it would make him look pathetic. But he just could not understand why he just left like that. Part of him hates Rome and thinks he's been played by some celebrity slut, but the other part just wants Rome to pick up his phone call so he can figure out what happened. Being reminded that someone was at door from another louder knock, Omarion continues to the door. He looks through the peephole and see's Bow Wow standing there. He lets out an annoyed sigh and opens the door.
"Nigga what the fuck are you doing here?" Omarion says.
"Yo chill out with the hostility young money, you wasn't answering my calls. I'm bored in this town. You know I'm leaving in couple days right?"
"I'm waiting on an important phone call. Didn't wanna tie the line up."
"You talking about from that punk songwriter dude?"
"You chill out calling him a punk."
"Why you so on this dude? He's nobody. Just some college kid that wanted to see what it felt like to be with a celebrity."
"Nah dude, he was cool."
"I think you talking a little too homo about this dude."
"What I can't be friends with a nigga without you making it homo? Yo fuck you B."
"Watch ya mouth nigga, I ain't the enemy here."
Omarion ignores him and goes to the bathroom to look in the mirror. "Maybe I shouldn't have cut my hair." He says internally thinking that ran Rome off.
"Why you say that?" asks Bow Wow walking in the bathroom with O.
"I dunno, I think I might've looked better with long hair."
"Well I cut my hair. You think I should've?"
"I dunno, I guess." They both stare at themselves in the mirror for a couple minutes before Omarion says, "Yo you still haven't told me why the fuck you are here. You act like we cool or something."
"Why can't you just be nice to me? We used to be cool you know," Bow Wow says.
"That was before you acted like a bitch after our album flopped."
"I keep telling you I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. The label was down my throat saying stupid shit and I became frustrated. "Man that's bullshit. You got a hothead and you used that heat on me, in front of everyone!"
"Nigga it wasn't that many people!" Then Omarion just stared at him.
"Ok, you're right. I'm really sorry man. The business has been rough these past years and I took your friendship for granted. But I'm trying to reconcile and continue being cool again. I mean, how many times do I gotta apologize before you forgive me?"
"Until I don't wanna hear it anymore."
"C'mon man, you used to be my best friend. We both pretty much grew up in the game. I was there for you through your drama; I just need you to be here for mine."
"Nigga it was OUR album that flopped, you act like you were the only one feeling label pressure."
"Look, can we just go get something to eat real quick and try to get things cool again. I'm really tryna apologize homie." Omarion thought about it for a second and figured it would get his mind off Rome. "Aight, we can do that man."
BACK IN ATLANTA WITH ROME...
Damn this song is exhausting. I can't believe I'm missing all this school time either. I haven't been to class all week. My team kept texting me and I kept trying to tell them what I was doing but they didn't believe me. I couldn't call them cause once again my service was very low.
"The bridge is hot Rome!" Andre says to me, listening to Chris Brown singing it while recording. I smile and nod my head to the beat. I look at Tank who is smiling as if he was proud of me and went back to watching Chris Brown record. Seeing Chris Brown wasn't that special to me, but with all the bad publicity he's getting now days because of the Rihanna situation, I never thought he'd be recording music so soon. I've always wanted to write for him though. His voice epitomizes what I think R&B-Pop should sound like. His voice has what MH, Trey Songz, and Lloyd are missing. I can't explain it but I think he is so important to modern pop culture and we are lucky to have him on the radio.
"And that's a wrap!" Tank yells in the intercom for Chris Brown.
"Aight," Chris says.
"I think that was a record. Only... Four and a half hours. You're a beast Chris."
"I just have good songwriters and producers."
"Only the best," Tank says then looking at me which causes Chris to look at me.
"Good looks on that bridge. I'm impressed. It was real vulnerable. Which is what I need to get me out this shit I got myself in right now."
"Yeah preciate it man. Sorry to hear about your current problem. Wishing you luck wit dat." I said, not really trying to talk about it in detail cause I could truly care less about some dysfunctional relationship.
"Aye lets all go get some food. Skinny niggas like me gotta eat." Chris says to everyone.
"No can do," says Andre, "I got another session."
"I guess that leaves yall two, cmon Tank... Rome?"
"Aye I'm with Tank," I say pointing towards him. Tank says, "Ok that's cool."
I looked at my watch which read 5:34pm.
BACK IN NEW YORK...
Omarion and Bow Wow hung out at O's favorite restaurant: Lombardi's Pizza. Both were dressed in shades, hats and thick clothing so not to be recognized. When they finally sat down, they removed most clothing that covered their faces.
"Whats da problem O? You been kind of quiet." Bow Wow asks.
"Nothing, just thinking about something."
"Hmm... or someone."
"What the fuck you mean by dat?" Omarion says with hostility.
"Calm the fuck down dude, I was just talking shit."
They didn't talk much during the dinner. Omarion kept thinking to himself how awkward this was and how he wishes he was sitting there eating with Rome. As the minutes pass without a word from Rome, Omarion got madder and madder. His patience with Bow Wow lessened and he became annoyed with everything Bow Wow said. He didn't want to be there with Bow Wow. He kept thinking maybe he came off too strong to Rome by inviting him to NY with him, but then got pissed off thinking how abruptly Rome left... without even a phone call.
The night presumed with appearances different clubs, parties and studio sessions. They were living the lives of average celebrities; a lot of extra money, famous friends and give-aways. But Omarion kept quiet and sober the entire night. He appreciated the attention and respect he was given, but he was tired of the same routine. Omarion wasn't your average celebrity. A lot of his famous friends enjoyed the club scene, endless sex and VIP treatment; but Omarion just wanted to chill at home, maybe cuddle in front of the TV with someone he cares about. He wanted that person to be Rome, but he turned out to be like every other guy O wanted to be with. He began to feel like he was the only person looking for something more.
They went back to Omarion's hotel around midnight and Bow Wow was slightly tipsy, but not to the point where he became obnoxious. He was at a good alcohol level. Omarion was hoping Bow Wow wouldn't ask to go to another club, but he already knew how Bow Wow was... he loved the attention.
"Whats on TV?" Bow Wow asks looking at the TV program, putting Omarion in a shock.
"What? You trying to watch TV tonight?"
"Yeah, you wanna go back out or something?" He says looking at O with a confused face.
"I mean, nah dude, I was just... nothing." Omarion says internally smiling.
"Yo we can go back out no biggie, I was just kind of tired, but some alcohol could..."
"Nah you good man, I wanna chill out too." Omarion said snatching the program from Omarion's hand. "What you trying to watch?"
"I don't care, some movie."
Omarion turns to on-demand and starts up, "Nick & Norahs: Infinite Playlist." He then hops in the center of the bed, which was the only bed directly facing the TV. "You are gonna have to sit on one-side of the bed bitch nigga," Bow Wow says scotting O over so he can sit on the bed and watch the movie.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Omarion starts drifting his mind away and thinks about Rome. He looks at his phone and gets angrier because Rome still has not contacted him yet. He must've made some obvious gesture because Bow Wow then says, "Expecting a call or something?"
"Oh naw naw, just looking at the time," he says putting his phone back in his pocket then looks at Bow Wow who is staring directly in his eyes. Omarion got confused about this look and wonders why he is looking at him like that... it looks... lustful.
"Nigga why are you staring at me like that?" Omarion says backing his head away.
"What, I can't stare at you or something?"
"No you cant," Omarion says kind of smirking.
"Well what if I do this," Bow Wow says, placing his hand on Omarion's right thigh, "would you let me stare?"
"Uhh... what are you doing man?" Omarion says... now confused. Was Bow Wow more tipsy than he thought? Does this nigga know what he's doing? "Aye, how much have you drank tonight."
"Enough to get in the bed with you I guess," he says laughing.
"Oh. Well..."
"Look dude, I've been on you for awhile now. I know you into dudes, so I'm just asking if you into me?"
"What the fuck you mean you know?"
"I told you, I've been on you for awhile, I pay attention to the shit you do. I wasn't gonna come at you until I made sure you was a certain way."
"Is dat so?"
"Yeah nigga, you made it hard `cause you don't fuck with other celebrities like that."
"So why would you think I would fuck wit you then nigga?"
"I mean, I already opened up to you. You telling me you never thought about me like that?"
"Nah nigga, this ain't middle school. I don't have crushes," Omarion says smiling.
"Aight aight, well I'm definitely crushing on you." Bow Wow says placing his hand on Omarion's abs.
"Man this is weird. You supposed to be my boy or something, I mean..."
"Man who knows you in the industry better than me? I'm just asking for a chance." Bow Wow scoots closer to O.
"What you mean by chance?"
"I mean this..." Bow Wow goes in for a soft, sensual kiss with his head tilting to the side so he can further implement his desire for Omarion. Omarion couldn't do anything but accept the kiss that his friend willingly gave him. Soon Omarion started kissing him back and put his hands on Bow Wow's side. Omarion felt his kisser's tongue explore his mouth and instantly got a hard-on. Omarion started sucking B's tongue while licking the tip of it. Soon, he broke the kiss and Bow Wow sat still with his eyes closed for about 3 seconds. Then B said smiling, "Damn, that was better than I imagined it." Omarion finally realized how sexy Bow Wow was. As Bow Wow licked his lips of lust, Omarion realized that he wanted him.
The room was dim, the movie volume was low, and Bow Wow and Omarion just sat on the bed and stared at each other. Neither said anything as Bow Wow made the first move to unbutton Omarion's black button-down shirt. Once all the buttons were loose and Omarion's grey wife-beater was revealed, Bow Wow moved in and started softly kissing Omarion's neck. Omarion felt B's soft lips touch the surface of his neck, moving towards his chest. Bow Wow stopped and pulled Omarion's shirts off until his entire torso was exposed, then he started taking off his own shirts and threw them on the floor. Bow Wow then sat across O's lap, facing him as he dived in for a more direct kiss.
Words weren't exchanged as Bow Wow started unbuckling Omarion's belt that held his jeans on his waist. He gently unzipped O's jeans and opened the fastened button. After seeing O's black underwear, Bow Wow started to rub O's attentive manhood while squinting his hazel eyes as he stared deeply into Omarion's. Bow Wow has loved Omarion for years and was willing to do anything to make him officially his. Bow Wow slid down until his head was directly in front of his crush's waist. He slid O's pants and underwear down at the same time, just enough so that his dick was sticking straight up, bare. Bow Wow started kissing O's thighs and licked his way through his pubic hair before trailing his tongue onto the top of O's mushroom. Keeping his tongue connected to O's dick, Bow Wow surrounded it with his lips. Bow Wow had never done this before, but knew what and how he wanted to do it. He deep throated O's entire 9 inch dick and could feel the tears form in his eyes as he forced it down his throat. Bow Wow went back up on the dick and started to play with O's sensitive dick head and felt O's back arch. He looked up at Omarion who was biting his lip with his eyes shut, breathing in extensively.
Bow Wow could taste O's pre-cum and after about five minutes, felt the load as it traveled through Omarion's dick and into Bow Wow's mouth. Bow Wow swallowed as much as he could until some dripped onto Omarion's thigh which Bow Wow quickly licked up, as if not wanting Omarion to know it had fell. Bow Wow slowly got up and sat back down next to Omarion and waiting for him to open his eyes. When he finally did, Bow Wow stared at Omarion with his eye brows up, hoping Omarion would say something in particular.
"That felt good man." Omarion said smiling.
"You could get that a lot more if you let me have you." Bow Wow said sincerely.
"So you really wanna try this out?"
"Did you see what I just did nigga? I haven't done that to anyone. You're special to me."
"Come here yo, hold me for awhile." Bow Wow then smiled and moved closer to Omarion, wrapping his arms around his naked torso. Omarion let out a long satisfying sigh as Bow Wow laid his head on his chest. Omarion could smell the cologne mixed with vodka coming from Bow Wow's aroma, which made him high of lust. He squeezed Bow Wow tighter and said, "You're saying all the right words my nigga."
"I'm trying to show you more than tell you," Bow Wow said, lifting his head to look at Omarion, "I'm sorry I was being as asshole for awhile. I got a temper problem. I saw you were talking to someone and it made me mad `cause I thought I had waited too late."
"Word? That kind of explains somethings."
"My bad man, I can't control my emotions sometimes."
"Well nah, I think its sexy now," Omarion said, giving Bow Wow a peck, "real sexy."
"Real talk?"
"Yeah."
Bow Wow laid his head back down and smiled. Everything was perfect. He could lay with Omarion forever, and wanted to tell him everything he's been keeping inside.
"Yo now I'm glad I ran that nigga Rame off." All of a sudden Omarion's heart skipped a beat as the incorrectly spoken `Rome' was entered back into his mind.
"What you mean by run off??" Omarion said lifting up.
"Uhh... shit. Nothing man, it was nothing. Come on yo."
"Nah nah nah, what you mean by that nigga?!" Omarion said, no longer in a whisper. Bow Wow's internally was sweating, trying to figure a way out of this. He figured he should just tell him the truth.
Bow Wow began telling him the story of his visit on Rome's last day in NY. He told everything: from entering the room drunk, calling Rome O's bitch, physically fighting him and even the forced kiss.
"What the fuck is wrong with you dude?" Omarion said getting out the bed. "You can't just come in and fuck up some shit I had going on `cause you weren't man enough to approach me nigga." Omarion started putting his clothes back on.
"Come on man, I told you I can't control my emotions sometimes! I was drunk! I didn't mean for it to go down like that though!"
"Oh naw, but it got you in the bed wit me tho! Man fuck you B. You ain't mature enough to have shit with me!"
"Come on, don't say that..." Bow Wow said running to Omarion and holding his hands down with his own.
"Nigga get off me! You fucking lied to my nigga, degraded my nigga, fought and KISSED my nigga! Nigga I will never be anything more than a feature on your songs. I'm out this bitch..." Omarion broke free, grabbed his things and left out the door with Bow Wow tripping over furniture chasing after him, calling his name. Everything got fucked up... quick. It all made sense to Omarion now. He knew why Rome left and didn't call. He had to go to Atlanta now.
BACK IN ATLANTA...
Chris Brown, Tank and I hung out all night. They took me to different exclusive VIP spots in Atlanta that even the VIP didn't know about, haha. Around 9:00 I called my writing team and told them to meet me at this spot they were taking me to. It was secretive album release party for some unknown rapper that I never heard of. It wasn't that populated but a few celebrities were there and I wanted the team to be here with me. They arrived around 11:00, without Kris who was already on a date, and were decked out in their club attire.
"Nigggaaaa!!! You are officially the face of Blackout!!" Mark said, star struck. "How did you meet all these people??"
"Pure luck my nigga. I've been texting yall all day but I couldn't get service anywhere so I know my responses were slow as shit."
"Yeah you told us, but I didn't believe it! Wow! We're cool now my dude, we're cool." He said doing his `cool dance' as we all laughed.
The party was cool. We met a lot of different contacts that could help us get more placements. Since most were drunk and weren't going to remember us in the morning, we made sure we got their contact information so we could call and remind them'. Except Joe, cause he was equally as drunk.
"Yoo Rome!" Chris Brown shouted across the room signaling me to come near him where other celebrities were. When I got over there, I saw Lauren London and Trey Songz. I knew Trey Songz was a fellow VA-native of Chris Brown's, and I remember the beautiful Lauren London co-starred with him in a movie.
"Sup guy," said Trey, "Chris tells me you're the newest songwriter to hit the scenes."
"Haha, well me and my team other there," I said pointing to my guys who were waving embarrassingly crazy and uncool, "we're trying to get up there. We seriously got some heat too."
"Tank told me this dude was official, and from I heard, he definitely is," Chris said, completely sober, unlike Ms. London who said, "Since when did songwriters become as cute as you?" as my heart dropped. I just blushed and smiled with my head down.
"You gotta card or something?" Trey said, trying to change the subject that Lauren started.
"Yeah definitely," I said pulling out my card.
"Aight, I'll be in touch." Trey said putting the card in his wallet as Chris pulled me away and said, "Yo dude, Imma need your help taking Lauren home, she's wasted. You down?"
"Are you kidding, nigga I'd do more than that for her."
"Haha, I figured." He said as he walked away to go mingle more. I ran back to my team and said, "Yo Chris wants me to help him take LAUREN LONDON home, or where ever she going. Yall gotta come!"
"Whhhaaaatttt??? Lauren London?!?! !!" Said a fucked up Joe.
"Yeah, you definitely ain't going nigga," said Mark. "Damn Rome, I gotta take this drunk home and shit so hold it down."
"I am... NOT drunk you ... f..f..fat fag!" Joe stumbled. Just then Chris Brown yelled, "Yo Rome! You ready?"
After we got a passed out Lauren London into her hotel room, we went back to the car so Chris could drop me off at home.
"I appreciate that bruh, could never have carried her without yo help."
"No problem," I said. I was wondering if I should bring up business with this guy but thought maybe it would make me seem like a money leech so I opted not to.
"You do this a lot?" He asks.
"Do what?"
"Hang out with celebrities. You seemed real chill at that party. Most people, like yo team -- specially that one cat--, would be star struck or what not."
"Nah," I said, knowing the star-struck guy was the same drunk Joe on my team, "I guess I'm just a good actor, cause I was definitely star struck. If Lauren was sober, she'd recognize I kept staring at her, haha."
"Haha, yeah she's bad." He says as I feel a vibration in my pocket. I pull my phone out and see Omarions name blinking. My heart jumps as I contemplate picking up.
"Yo is that the Omarion," he says putting emphasis on the "the".
"Haha, yeah the singer,"
"Aye lemme talk to him," before I can say anything he grabs the phone while he was driving and picks it up.
"Hello!" Chris playfully says as if he thought I was lying about it being the real one. My heart drops as I don't want Omarion to say anything about... well... us. I hear Omarion through the phone say, "uhh... Hello?"
"Whats up man, this is Chris!" he says, still not believing it's the famous one.
"Chris? Um, what up, is Rome there?"
"Yeah, but he's drunk," he says looking at me laughing quietly, "So is this the B2K Omarion??" Then Chris Brown's face changes as I hear Omarion say, "Yeah."
"Yeah?? Wooee! Nigga whattup!!" Chris says with his eyes open-wide looking at me. "Yo this Chris, Chris Brown... yeah man wuddup... nah we just left an album release party... uh huh ... yeah I know, we did a song this morning... nah just dropping him off, he helped me take someone drunk home... nah he aint drunk... yeah, here he is, get at me later tho man...," then Chris hands me the phone.
"Sup," I said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, "Aye can I call you back?"
"What? Uh..." said Omarion.
"Appreciate it homie..." Then I hang up the phone.
"So you do hang out with a lot of celebs!!"
"Nah, I just did a song with him. He's cool people though."
END of Part 4... I know it's been a while between installments, but not enough people were reminding me to finish it. So if you want to keep them coming, you gotta email me: laidbackhomes@yahoo.com. More celebrities will be added and more drama will be included. Until next time... Email me!