Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter VIII

A/N: I meant to post this last night but I fell asleep, oops. This contains sexual content (I had to change the rating because I don't want people mad at me lol) so if you are uncomfortable reading it, either skip this chapter or scroll past it, haha. Please vote/comment if you liked it as usual, it really does mean a whole lot! x

EDIT: I took out the scene in this chapter, but you can still find it under a separate work on my profile called "Coming Down ("Mature" Chapters). I'll be doing this for any subsequent chapters with mature content.

A few hours later, I arrived at the Oakland International Airport. I couldn't fucking believe that I had given in; after all, pissing G off with the fact that he couldn't see me made me incredibly pleased with myself, but I couldn't deny that I needed him probably almost as much as he was letting on he needed me. After wandering around for a few moments, trying to find his tall frame in the crowds of people, I finally spotted him. I began walking toward him, and he caught sight of me as well. As I got closer to him, I noticed the slight smirk forming on his face.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "What made you change your mind?"

I half-shrugged, my breath still caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his gaze fixed on me. "I..."

He laughed, and the sound of it made me want to jump him in the middle of the airport. "Shit, I don't care why, I'm just glad you did."

"Can we... Uh... Can we leave, please?" I stuttered, clutching the strap of my bag closer to me.

"You're the cutest thing, seriously," he murmured, his hand moving to my face, cupping my cheek before letting it fall. I felt my heart racing, which confused me. I didn't think I was that nervous, but then again, G did intimidate me a bit. I hated that he made me feel this way. "Alright, let's go."

We made our way out of the airport, getting into his car. After driving for a few minutes, I felt his hand make its way onto my thigh. I instinctively pushed it away. "Stop that."

He chuckled, brushing his thumb across it. "Stop what?"

"Can you just keep both hands on the steering wheel and drive, please?" I asked, grabbing his hand and forcing it off of me. It pissed me off that whenever I had the slightest upper hand, he always found a way to take over again. Just as I thought I had some sort of handle on him, there he was to prove that he was the one in control.

He glanced over at me, shaking his head before dramatically clenching the steering wheel in both hands. "Better?"

"You're stupid," I mumbled, looking out the window.

He laughed loudly as he turned into a parking lot. "Alright, we're here, anyways."

After we got out of the car, we made our way into the building and onto an elevator, going all the way to the top floor.

"A penthouse apartment?" I spoke in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

As I took it all in, I almost felt somewhat embarrassed of mine and Brooke's tiny, humble apartment.

He shrugged. "It's nice enough, I guess. I'm not home enough to enjoy it, really."

I shook my head. "This is insane."

I walked further in, observing the elaborate living room.

He suddenly grabbed my waist, catching me off guard. "You know what's really insane? The fact that you still haven't let me kiss you yet and I've been in your presence for like a half hour."

I laughed, standing on my tiptoes as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "You're right."

"Mhmmm," he mumbled as he pressed his lips against mine.

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"You are... Wow," G exhaled audibly.

"Yeah, same for you," I spoke, still trying to catch my breath. "Sorry about your back and scalp."

He laughed a bit. "No worries. I actually like it a lot."

"Kinky fucker," I joked, leaning forward to pick up my discarded clothing.

"Wait," G mumbled, moving in to kiss me.

I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. "No."

Standing up, I slipped on my undergarments before sliding my shirt over my head. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I turned back toward him, and he sighed, running a hand down his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, now attired in a pair of boxers.

"Nothing," I responded, moving my eyes over his apartment.

"Alright," he dropped it rather quickly, which came as a relief to me. I didn't want to tell him that I came here in the heat of the moment to spite Brooke, and that I probably shouldn't have. It wasn't that I regretted it- I enjoyed having sex with him a lot- I just felt stupid for flying all the way to Oakland for a hookup. It just further solidified the strong hold he had on me, which only made me angrier at both myself and him.

"I still cannot believe that you flew all the way over here just so I could fuck your brains out," he chuckled, standing up and walking toward me.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I have a shoot in San Francisco in a couple days, so I just changed my flight around. I accommodated for you, but I didn't just come here solely for the purpose of letting you fuck me."

"You accommodated for me, okay," he repeated, laughing.

"Yes," I began to wander through his spacious apartment, moving into the kitchen.

"What are you looking for? Are you hungry?" he asked me. It was kind of cute that he was showing he cared about me at least a little bit.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not hungry. I'm... Okay, I know you have to have weed here."

"What?" he burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious," I responded, turning back toward him.

"What makes you think I smoke weed?"

I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. "Really?"

He laughed again. "You know, you're supposed to smoke first and fuck second, but I guess I can make an exception."

He disappeared for a few moments into what I assumed was his bedroom, coming back with two blunts. "Okay, do you actually smoke? Because I really don't believe you."

"Oh my god, I'm best friends with Jesse. What do you think?" I responded rhetorically. "Give me it."

"Fair enough," he chuckled, handing me one.

We sat out on his balcony for awhile, watching as the sun set. If it were different circumstances, I guess it could have been kind of romantic. He told me about how he had been in LA recording, and that he was going back on tour in about a week. I told him about the various shoots I had lined up, and how I wanted to eventually shift my focus to being behind the camera instead of in front of it. I didn't know how much we ended up smoking, but the last thing I remembered was dozing off on G's couch.