Of Singers and Models [2/3]
A man clad in a classy inky suit, with complimentary white tie and styled with black sketchers stepped out of his limousine, cameras flashed, cheers erupted, girly screeches and cat-calls as he made his way into the building. But before he could even enter the building, another car pulled up and the screams doubled.
Despite himself, David turned to look. A feminine figure stepped out, dressed in full white, as the person pushed back his partly tied up dreadlocks. He displayed an award-winning smile to the crowd, a little wave as he made his way over to the building as well.
He strode towards David, who stood at the entrance of the building, offering a sweet smile.
“I guessing you are the amazing musician David Cook?” Jason asked cheerfully.
“Hmm, yes,” David replied half-heartedly, after all, Jason was his rival. Jason nearly made a face at David’s response.
“Mr. Castro! Mr. Castro!” A reporter exclaimed, “Are the rumors true that you are gay?” he eagerly asked.
Jason laughed a little and replied, “Yes and no. I go both ways,”
David raised his brow. He would never answer something as personal as that to a reporter.
“In fact, David and I have been going out for the past few months,” Jason gave a bubbly reply, encircling his hands around David’s arm. Jason laughed inwardly, a nice way to get back at David for giving him an unresponsive reply.
David’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. What in the world was Castro thinking?
“Sorry, but we can’t spent any more time here,” Jason said with a little wave as he dragged a surprised David into the building.
Getting rid of his previous shock, David yanked his arm back from Jason’s grip who continued to drag him around.
“What were you thinking?” David yelled in a shushed voice, as he noticed that they were now surrounded by a lot of ceremony attenders.
“Serves you right for being so rude to me earlier,” Jason said, pulling out his tongue in a childish manner, showing distaste.
“Damn you, Castro. You have really got us in- ” David was interrupted as the host called the special guests to the stage.
David followed Jason to the stage as the two of them took turns in speaking to the audience, both of them giving their well-wishes to the new company. They glared at one another as the crowd continued to clap and cheer at the end of their speeches. Well, this was not a good relationship to boot with.
They got off the stage as the company proceeded with the rest of the opening ceremony.
Once the delirious event was over, it turned into a full-blast party. Champagne was popped and the music blared through the speakers as the lights dimmed.
David took his seat at one of the built-in bar’s stool. The situation kind of reminded him of his life before becoming a celebrity except this was a much classier bar, filled with rich, famous people. Despite his bar experiences previously, he preferred not to join the crowd; he liked his reserved place behind the counter.
Jason hopped over the stool beside David.
“Why so glum, sweetie,” Jason asked, he took David’s champagne out of his hand and took a sip. David scowled looking at the nearly empty glass.
“Wanna dance?” Jason asked, getting into full party mode.
“Psh. No.” David replied, drowning the rest of the champagne.
“You need to loosen up,” Jason commented drily, unhappy at being rejected.
“You need to be tamed.” David replied, bluntly which nearly made Jason poke his tongue at David.
“Pfft. You are so not fun,” Jason said and hopped off the stool.
“Hey, sugarpie, wanna dance with me?” a tall dark-haired man asked.
“Why not?” Jason smiled; slipping his hand into the man’s awaiting one, “You are Michael Johns, right? The most handsome entertainer?” at this, the older man laughed, slipping his free hand around Jason’s waist.
The music got louder, bodies mingled into each other and more beer was being drowned down the throats. People danced, grinding into one another, hands all over each other.
David’s eyes never left Jason’s dancing figure as he crushed his body with Michael’s, whose hands roamed all over the beauty. David could feel his eyes narrowing and a strange feeling swirling at the pit of his stomach.
David tried to shrug it off by drowning a few more shots but the feeling won’t go away. Seeing Jason dance so aggressively with another man, David couldn’t stand the sight.
He got up, abandoning his half-full drink, making his way to the sweaty mess of bodies. Squeezing past nearly bare girls and intoxicated men, he finally reached Jason.
He tapped Michael on his shoulder, who twirled around still laughing at something Jason had said.
“May I cut in?” He asked, politely. Michael shrugged and replied with sure, handing Jason’s hands into David’s.
Jason was surprised that David wanted to dance with him but nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around David’s neck while David’s arms encircled his lithe waist.
“So, you really wanted to dance with me, jealous tiger,” Jason purred into David’s ear.
“Jealous? Are you kidding me, Castro?” David laughed, his husky laughter sending shivers down Jason spine, “I could have any woman I wanted,”
“Then why d’ya chose me?” Jason asked, lips ghosting above David’s.
“Because you are the prettiest thing here, Castro,” David whispered against Jason’s lips.
“Yeah?” Jason said as his fingers crawled up David’s neck to his hair as he tugged the locks.
“Hmmm,” David hummed as he pressed his lips against Jason’s neck, trailing to his sweet Adam’s apple, nipping slightly.
“Nghhh,” Jason moaned, grinding against David. The two were no longer danced but rather indulged in each other. They separated from the dancing crowd as David pressed Jason against a nearby wall, crushing his pert body against it.
David continued to assault Jason’s neck while Jason threw his head back in pleasure, exposing more of his neck to David’s access.
Camera flashed around them but they paid no heed. The hot make-out continued several moments...only until David’s entire world went black.
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Stay Tuned!
Despite himself, David turned to look. A feminine figure stepped out, dressed in full white, as the person pushed back his partly tied up dreadlocks. He displayed an award-winning smile to the crowd, a little wave as he made his way over to the building as well.
He strode towards David, who stood at the entrance of the building, offering a sweet smile.
“I guessing you are the amazing musician David Cook?” Jason asked cheerfully.
“Hmm, yes,” David replied half-heartedly, after all, Jason was his rival. Jason nearly made a face at David’s response.
“Mr. Castro! Mr. Castro!” A reporter exclaimed, “Are the rumors true that you are gay?” he eagerly asked.
Jason laughed a little and replied, “Yes and no. I go both ways,”
David raised his brow. He would never answer something as personal as that to a reporter.
“In fact, David and I have been going out for the past few months,” Jason gave a bubbly reply, encircling his hands around David’s arm. Jason laughed inwardly, a nice way to get back at David for giving him an unresponsive reply.
David’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. What in the world was Castro thinking?
“Sorry, but we can’t spent any more time here,” Jason said with a little wave as he dragged a surprised David into the building.
Getting rid of his previous shock, David yanked his arm back from Jason’s grip who continued to drag him around.
“What were you thinking?” David yelled in a shushed voice, as he noticed that they were now surrounded by a lot of ceremony attenders.
“Serves you right for being so rude to me earlier,” Jason said, pulling out his tongue in a childish manner, showing distaste.
“Damn you, Castro. You have really got us in- ” David was interrupted as the host called the special guests to the stage.
David followed Jason to the stage as the two of them took turns in speaking to the audience, both of them giving their well-wishes to the new company. They glared at one another as the crowd continued to clap and cheer at the end of their speeches. Well, this was not a good relationship to boot with.
They got off the stage as the company proceeded with the rest of the opening ceremony.
Once the delirious event was over, it turned into a full-blast party. Champagne was popped and the music blared through the speakers as the lights dimmed.
David took his seat at one of the built-in bar’s stool. The situation kind of reminded him of his life before becoming a celebrity except this was a much classier bar, filled with rich, famous people. Despite his bar experiences previously, he preferred not to join the crowd; he liked his reserved place behind the counter.
Jason hopped over the stool beside David.
“Why so glum, sweetie,” Jason asked, he took David’s champagne out of his hand and took a sip. David scowled looking at the nearly empty glass.
“Wanna dance?” Jason asked, getting into full party mode.
“Psh. No.” David replied, drowning the rest of the champagne.
“You need to loosen up,” Jason commented drily, unhappy at being rejected.
“You need to be tamed.” David replied, bluntly which nearly made Jason poke his tongue at David.
“Pfft. You are so not fun,” Jason said and hopped off the stool.
“Hey, sugarpie, wanna dance with me?” a tall dark-haired man asked.
“Why not?” Jason smiled; slipping his hand into the man’s awaiting one, “You are Michael Johns, right? The most handsome entertainer?” at this, the older man laughed, slipping his free hand around Jason’s waist.
The music got louder, bodies mingled into each other and more beer was being drowned down the throats. People danced, grinding into one another, hands all over each other.
David’s eyes never left Jason’s dancing figure as he crushed his body with Michael’s, whose hands roamed all over the beauty. David could feel his eyes narrowing and a strange feeling swirling at the pit of his stomach.
David tried to shrug it off by drowning a few more shots but the feeling won’t go away. Seeing Jason dance so aggressively with another man, David couldn’t stand the sight.
He got up, abandoning his half-full drink, making his way to the sweaty mess of bodies. Squeezing past nearly bare girls and intoxicated men, he finally reached Jason.
He tapped Michael on his shoulder, who twirled around still laughing at something Jason had said.
“May I cut in?” He asked, politely. Michael shrugged and replied with sure, handing Jason’s hands into David’s.
Jason was surprised that David wanted to dance with him but nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around David’s neck while David’s arms encircled his lithe waist.
“So, you really wanted to dance with me, jealous tiger,” Jason purred into David’s ear.
“Jealous? Are you kidding me, Castro?” David laughed, his husky laughter sending shivers down Jason spine, “I could have any woman I wanted,”
“Then why d’ya chose me?” Jason asked, lips ghosting above David’s.
“Because you are the prettiest thing here, Castro,” David whispered against Jason’s lips.
“Yeah?” Jason said as his fingers crawled up David’s neck to his hair as he tugged the locks.
“Hmmm,” David hummed as he pressed his lips against Jason’s neck, trailing to his sweet Adam’s apple, nipping slightly.
“Nghhh,” Jason moaned, grinding against David. The two were no longer danced but rather indulged in each other. They separated from the dancing crowd as David pressed Jason against a nearby wall, crushing his pert body against it.
David continued to assault Jason’s neck while Jason threw his head back in pleasure, exposing more of his neck to David’s access.
Camera flashed around them but they paid no heed. The hot make-out continued several moments...only until David’s entire world went black.
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Stay Tuned!