JEFF
"Aah, Jeff... how well do you understand love?"
I look up from my iPad to find everyone watching me. My entire team is here at the studio to discuss my next music release and how to go about with the promotion.
"Huh?"
"I asked..."
"I heard what you asked," I say to my publicist, not unkindly. "I'm just curious as to why you would ask that."
"Well, I have been going through the feedback from your fans and they did point out that you don't have a love song."
"All my songs are love songs..."
"No, Jeff, you don't get it. Your music is about loss and longing, and for once they want to hear about puppy love and promise. Surely you have experienced that in your lifetime, right?"
I drop my eyes to my iPad but I don't see anything, my mind thinking of the love she's talking about.
I love my parents. Hell, I adore the hell out of my siblings but I get that's not what she means, is it?
"I don't know about puppy love..." I start, my voice trailing off when I think of Bible. What we have... what he and I share is the furthest thing from puppy love.
It's too intense to be considered as something as innocent as puppy love.
It's... intoxicating.
There is no puppy love in the way he drops to his knees, his breath heavy and eyes dazed, ready to pleasure me in ways no other person ever has. The way his eyes meet mine, heavy with need as he runs his tongue over my shaft...
There is nothing sweet and innocent in the way Bible and I kiss, my lips seeking to take possession of his with every brush of tongue.
It's hard... it's possessive and it's dangerously hot... and it leaves me craving for more.
Wanting and begging...
Our love is strong and all-consuming, and every time we touch... I want him to take everything.
I want to give him everything.
Just thinking about it has my body flooding with heat and my cock throbbing in my pants. The need to get up, leave this place, and seek him out is overwhelming, but I stay glued in my seat. I force myself to stay in place.
"Jeff?"
I look up and meet my publicist's gaze. "Are my fans not satisfied with my music?"
"Of course not but -"
"Then I see no need to change it. I use my music to express my feelings. When I sing of loss and longing, it's because those are the predominant feelings in my head."
She lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at my words. "You're impossible."
I flash her a small smile. I don't think of myself as impossible. I just happen to know what I like and so I write about that. Of course, I'm open to more but my wordsmith hasn't inspired me to write music in that direction yet.
Perhaps, I can release music later that speaks of this craving I have to be close to the man I have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with.
My mind strays for the rest of the meeting and I don't get to focus on anything else they say until I notice everyone getting up to leave. My manager stays behind after everyone has walked out.
"Jeff, are you sure you want to cancel the show tomorrow?" he asks once it's just us two in the room.
"Yes, Pop, I am sure I want to spend Valentine's day with my boyfriend and not go out."
