*1 week later*
Sydney
"What you doing here?" I opened the door for Chris "Aren't you supposed to be at your bachelor party?"
"Yeah. You know what? I was thinking about last week...when I got rejected by that artist... And I realized I've lost my way." He sat on my couch
"How?" I went into my kitchen and grabbed two glasses and some whiskey
"I'm not doing what I love anymore. Feels like my career is just a job."
"Well maybe it's just a rough patch." I shrugged, sitting beside him
I poured each of us a shot of whiskey and we both drank it. This was our normal venting routine. It has been since we were 19.
"Nah. I've been feeling this way for some time. And I was ready, too. I was ready to leave RCA." He accepted the water "You know, give them my high-minded speech and just bounce. Then I started thinking about the money, upward mobility, the suits...and I punked out."
I sighed "You didn't punk out."
"Well, you gotta admit,
I punked out a little bit."
"Ok, maybe a tiny
bite-sized punk out." I pinched my fingers together
"See?" He groaned
"Chris, we all sell out a little in our careers. It's how you survive the business."
"Why did it all get so complicated? I mean, all I wanted to do was make music, and now I'm not doing that. All I'm doing now is making deals and 10% of them is shady. All right, 30%.
Fine, 50%. But you see what I'm saying?" He became distraught
"Come here. Come here." I pulled him in for a hug "You'll be all right. Just trust yourself."
He sighed, resting his head on my chest.
"You've always made the right decisions. You'll figure it out." I rubbed his head
"Thanks for always being there, Syd. Even when it means listening to me whine like a bitch."
"You're not whining." I assured him "And you know I gotchu."
He gave a small chuckle before lifting his head from my chest. Our eyes locked on one another's and suddenly so did our lips. I delicately held his face while our lips moved in sync. He laid my body down and hovered over me, resting himself between my thighs.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. His tongue teased my lower lip and I granted him access, mocking his actions. His hands roamed my body while our tongues explored each other's mouths. As the kiss deepened, he pressed his growing erection into my covered center, earning a soft moan from me.
I know what we're doing isn't right, but it doesn't feel wrong one bit.
I reached my hand between us, about to undo his pants, but his phone rang. That's when I snapped back into reality and we pulled away.
He sat up and pulled the phone from his pocket, not answering it.
