Enemies To Lovers type story, I love stories where two people go from wanting to harm each other to protecting one another. So, I'm making it. Yes it will be gay, and I'm putting other celebrities in here besides Rappers.
Durk unlocked the door and stepped in. Kentrell waited outside.
"Look, I'll see ya tomorrow, I gotta get ready fo ma concert." Kentrell smiled.
"What should I wear so dat you know it's me in da crowd?," Durk smirked.
"I'll move ya up vip, wear uh red bucket hat and uh face mask," Kentrell pulled Durk by the collar of his shirt. "You don't want nobody ta know we hangin' out, do ya?,"
Durk shook his head. "Not yet."
"Okay," He hummed as he leaned forward and kissed Durk.
Toosi got up from the couch and walked over to the door. He cleared his throat.
Durk's body jerked and he turned around.
"Say goodbye ta ya boyfriend and close da doe." Toosi said as he crossed his arms.
Durk rolled his eyes and turned back to Kentrell. "Ma dad's callin' me," He joked.
"Alright den, I won't hold ya up any longer, bye Toosi." Kentrell played along.
Durk hugged him tightly before he stepped back and closed the door.
"You got nerves." Toosi frowned.
"How? Da fuck I do?," Durk frowned.
"It's 3 in da mornin' Dominique was callin' ya, I was callin' ya, why didn't you answer ya messages?," Toosi sounded like a nagging mother.
"I was chillin'," Durk shrugged.
Toosi grabbed Durk's jaw and examined his neck. He saw the dark hickies Kentrell created. "Seems like you was doin' mo dan chillin'...did y'all fuck?,"
"What?! No, we didn't fuck, we just danced, smoked, ate McDonald's, and played bowling." Durk moved Toosi's hand away.
"You fuhgot kissin'."
"Where's Dominique?,"
"Sleepin'. I don't like dis idea of you hangin' out late wit Kentrell."
"Toosi. I'm uh grown ass man---,"
"I know you are, but, you barely know Kentrell, he could be settin' ya up."
"If he was settin' me up, he would've gotten me at dat bowling place." Durk walked upstairs.
Toosi followed behind him. "So you gon throw ya guard away like dat? Fa him?,"
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"I'm not throwin' ma guard away, I'm still very cautious. I had ma gun on me da whole time. What's ya problem?,"
"What's ma problem? We out in Cleveland wit no body-guards. Any of us can get popped if we not careful, and you over dere hangin' out wit ya opp." Toosi scrunched up his nose.
"My body-guard is in ma waistband. And didn't you give Kentrell ma addy? You movin' backwards." Durk walked into his bedroom.
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"Because I was bein' nice, but ya see he takin' ma kindness fa weakness, I told him I wanted you back befoe 10."
"He ain't gotta listen ta you." Durk frowned. "Go ta bed Toosi."
"Fine. Goodnight nigga." Toosi said as he grabbed Durk's door knob and slammed the door shut.
Durk huffed. He pulled his shirt and pants off and walked over to his bed. He plopped face first on his bed.
That's when his phone rung. He immediately dug in his pocket and answered it.
"Just wanted ta say goodnight ta ya." Kentrell's voice sounded as smooth as ever.
"Awww, goodnight, if Toosi was asleep I would've invited ya in." Durk smiled as he sat up, he laid his back against his headboard.
"It's okay, Iknow he was worried 'bout ya, I wasn't tryna keep ya out ta long, just got caught up havin' fun witcha, Golden."
Durk smiled. "Me too."
"Dats all I wanted ta hear."
Durk looked around his bedroom and sighed.
"It's sa borin' in hea',"
"Tomorrow after ma concert, I'll make it up ta ya."
"Ya care fa meh sa much, Kentrell, I nevea been showered like dis befoe, whatcha got up ya sleeve?," Durk arched his brow.
"Nothin', just showin' ya da positive side of meh, remember on da phone I said I was uh new nigga, dis is da new nigga."
"Okay, I'm puttin' alot of ma trust in ya."
"Same hea',"
"You drivin'?,"
"Yeah, why?,"
"I was gon facetime ya---,"
"FaceTime meh."
"Ion want ta make ya crash." Durk chuckled.
"I'll pull da car ovea,"
"Alright," Durk snickered as he clicked on the facetime button.
Kentrell immediately answered the call. "Dere ya go." He smiled sweetly. "Sa pretty."
"Nigga shut up, I told you 'bout dat weird shit." Durk smugged.
"Ma fault, sumtimes I say what's on ma mind." Kentrell smugged back. "You naked?,"
"I got ma boxers on." Durk said as he positioned the camera above his head. "See?,"
"Yeah." Kentrell licked his bottom lip. He felt his groin tingle. "Ya doin' dat on purpose."
"How? I ain't do shit." Durk chuckled.
"Ya know whatcha doin'," Kentrell smiled.
"Hang up, you got uh concert ta go ta." Durk flirted.
"Fine...you gon suck ma dick when I get backstage?,"
