LOST WITHOUT YOU

CHAPTER EIGHT

JONATHAN...

"Nigga stapp," Jonathan snickered as Kane draped his arm around his shoulder. He pulled him in and nested his nose in his neck. It tickled.

"Ya sa fuckin' weird. You know I got Danni at home."

"What dat gotta do wit me? She ain't hea', you don't eve' like ha' like dat." Kane reached down and gripped his thigh.

Jonathan pushed Kane's face away. "Nigga I said stop, I ain't in da mood."

"Push ma hand away, don't just push ma face away, wit yo confused ass. Yo ass is in da mood, you just scared ta admit it." Kane slapped his thigh before gripping his thigh again.

Jonathan tossed his head back. "I'm tryna focus, you distractin' meh," He pouted.

"Say please," Kane demanded. "I'll leave ya alone if you beg meh."

Jonathan crossed his legs, crushing Kane's hand in the process. "Fuck dat and fuck you, you know I don't beg fa nothin',"

"Not eve' ma dick?," Kane teased.

"Not eve' ya shriveled up dick," Jonathan laughed.
Kane removed his hand from Jonathan's thigh and frowned. "Yo ass uh lie, last Saturday you was beggin' fa sum dick, yo ass started ta cry when I said no. Luckily though, I got uh soft spot fa ya."

All Jonathan can do is scoff.

Tyquian frowned at Kentrell because he ignored his affection the whole ride. He tried hugging him, he refused it, he tried kissing him, he ducked out the way.
Tyquian got up and scooted over. Kentrell looked up and then looked back down at his notepad. "Why you scoot over?,"

"I'm givin' ya space," Tyquian said as he pulled his knees up to his chest. "You don't seem ta be wantin' my affection."

Kentrell internally wanted to go back to his pad, but, he hated seeing Tyquian upset at him. Besides, Tyquian is the reason he's clean and healthy from that poison now, so he might as well make it worth his while.
Kentrell sighed heavily and scooted over to Tyquian. "I do want ya affection, but ya see I'm nervous about Thrusday, I'm not tryna ta fuck dis up."

"Den continue ta practice, I don't want ta see ya mess up on stage."

Kentrell grabbed Tyquian's hand and held it tightly. "When we get ta da hotel room we can do all da affection ya want, but fa now, I gotta do dis real quick."

Tyquian nodded his head and pulled his hand away. "Ight."

"Ya mad at meh?," Kentrell's eyes looked glossy.

"Nah, we good, we coolin'," Tyquian said as he pulled his phone out.

"I love ya," Kentrell smiled.

"Uh huh," Tyquian mumbled.

Kentrell nudged him in his shin, "Say it back bitch," He frowned.

Tyquian hissed as he rubbed his shin. "I love ya ass too, damn."

"Trouble in paradise," Jonathan remarks.

Kane thumped his shoulder. "Don't talk about othea people's relationship wen you haven't fix ya own."

Jonathan was starting to get more and more annoyed at Kane by the minute. How dare he call him out on his bullshit?

Suddenly his phone vibrated. Jonathan pulled out his phone, and looked at the notification, it was phone number he had seen before. He clicked on the text and arched his brow.

"Hey, it's Durk, I know it's been a while since we talked, but, I just wanted ta check on ya. Anyway I hope you had a well rested sleep."