LOST WITHOUT YOU

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE (NEW LIFE)

KENTRELL...

Kentrell's eyes glowed as he watched everyone else chatting and laughing. He felt at peace, he wouldn't need anymore energy until two years from now.

Kai booped Josh's nose and chuckled.

Tossi decided he wanted to have a pity party and ride with the others back to Atlanta.

Kane pulled Jonathan closer to his body so that he could go back to sleep.

Durk walked over and sat down beside Kentrell. "Ya heard Nardo got killed?."

Kentrell turned his head with surprise. "Nah, da fuck happened?."

Durk shrugged. "Cops don't know, but dey do know it was uh murder, his mistress, Latin died too. Remember her?."

"Yeah, she use ta be Latto's back-up dancer. She was in ma video once."

"Yeah, she cool, damn shame what happened ta her."

"Wasn't Taurus datin' 'em?." Tyquian asked as he caressed Max's dreads.

"Yeah, how ya know dat?." Durk arched his brow.

"Nardo kept posin' dem togethea, crazy how fans can't read through da fuckin' line." Tyquian said. "Me and Nardo were cool, he use ta chat wit me erry nie and den. Den he got wit Taurus and I barely heard from da nigga."

Kentrell nodded his head, although he could careless. He didn't know Nardo or Taurus like Durk and Tyquian knew them.
Kentrell wrapped his arms around Durk and pulled him onto his lap. "I think Andre got uh thang fa meh."

"Well she bettea keep fuckin' on Jamell, cause ya mine nie."

Kentrell smirked. He caressed Durk's chin and kissed him. "Ya sa cute when ya mad."

Durk rolled his eyes. Kentrell adjusted Durk to where he was siting on his groin and rolled his hips softly. He then pulled out his phone and went to his Twitter. He scrolled until he saw an video from Gas Craft's surveillance.

"Rappers Jesse King and Benjamin James have been shot and killed earlier this morning. Youngboy, known as Kentrell Gaulden, Smiley known as Tyquian Greens, and two unknown individuals, one in a black SUV, and another in a shiesty mask, are now beinging investigated."

"Dey should close dat case nie, it was self defense if dey looked at da damn video." Durk said.

"Yeah, but, ya know how happy cops get when I get linked ta uh crime." Kentrell said as he turned his phone off. He shook his head.

"Dey ain't got nothin' on you. Ya got good lawyers."

"Dose same good lawyers put meh in house arrest." Kentrell stressed. "We might have ta wait on da weddin' Golden, just sayin'."

Durk sighed softly. "I can bail ya out, if y'all get arrested da system is corrupt, I'll bail you and Tyquian out."

Tyquian smiled.

"Nah. Keep ya money. I want cha ta hold it down fa meh until I get out." Kentrell smiled.

Durk quietly laid his head on Kentrell's. Tyquian felt terrible. He knows how it feels to have someone he loves just vanish and be sent away. "What if I turn maself in?." He suggested out loud.

Durk, Kentrell, and Max looked at him.

"Why?." Kentrell asked.

"I like seein' y'all happy, it's uh wholesome thang ta see in dis sad ass world."

"I appreciate it, but, ion want ya sittin' in prison because of meh, I'll find anothea way."

Durk secretly bounced up and down on Kentrell's groin. Kentrell gently pulled his dreads. "Wait till errybody sleepin'." He whispered into his ear.

...

DURK...

Kentrell and Durk got off the chair and snuck into the bathroom.

They quickly pulled their boxers/pants down to their ankles. Kentrell softly shoved Durk against the door, he pressed his teeth against his neck and bit down.

Durk hissed.

When Kentrell finally drew blood, he licked his bloodly soaked fangs. He hummed softly. Durk grabbed his face and frowned.

"Why'd ya bite meh?." He looked into Kentrell's eyes. They were normal.

Kentrell grabbed Durk's waist. "Bite me."

Durk squinted his eyes in confusion. "Fa what?."

"It's part of tradition."

"What kinda shit ya got meh in bahbeh?."

"Don't act like ya don't like dis freaky shit, dis turnin ya on huh?." Kentrell smiled.

Durk smugged. "Suckin' ma niggas blood like uh vampire? I guess it's kinda fye."

Kentrell laughed. "Don't bite ta deep, just da top layea of da skin, not tryna draw ta much blood."

Durk tenderly bite the top layer of Kentrell's neck and drew a drip of blood. He licked his lips.

Kentrell smiled. "How I taste?."

"Sweet." Durk answered.
He and Kentrell both got down on the floor.

"I want ta make love until da sun rises." Kentrell said.

"Ya thank we'll last long?." Durk said as he pulled his shoes off. He pulled his pants down and tossed his bottom half aside.

"We'll have ta see." Kentrell pulled his shoes off and his pants down and tossed his bottom half beside Durk's clothes.

Durk laid his stomach on the cold floor and felt Kentrell climbing ontop of him.

"Don't tell no body I let ya do dis, I'll nevea let ya fuck meh again."

"I gotcha." Kentrell smiled.