A story of a song writer. Told to work with another person.
In the studio, Percy quietly nibbled on the fried egg I'd bought him. He didn't ask for it but I felt like I should bring him something since he'd been there longer than I had. The moment I walked into the studio he'd been just as brazenly annoying as before, but I thought I should attempt to act more maturely around him – maybe he'd stop baiting me if I'd stop biting.
I was genuinely shocked at how well it worked. As soon as Percy realized his jokes weren't annoying me, he stopped cracking them. As soon as he stopped deliberately annoying me, we were able to work together comfortably. Funny, I thought, how easy it was to solve such a silly situation.
It was comfortable for a couple of hours, but it was the sort of comfort you felt around an acquaintance or classmate. I'd known Percy too long for this to feel natural and even if he wasn't actively pissing me off, it felt odd to smile at him; it felt forced.
In the recording room I went over and over one of my final parts but it wasn't matching up and I wanted to change the lyrics.
"What's the part you don't like?" Percy asked over the mic.
"This, come here," I said, beckoning to him. He put the headphones down and joined me in the room. I pulled a pencil from behind my ear and pointed to the line I didn't like on the page supported by a music stand. He leant towards it a little and read it a few times and tested it out loud. I didn't mind the way he tried it but I wasn't sure it would fit with my voice or style.
"Try like this," he said. He rapped the line before it in the style I'd already tried and then he made the next line flow like there was never anything wrong with it. I bit my lip, a little frustrated.
"I tried though... it just doesn't-"
"Just try, Isaya."
I looked at him for a moment, wondering if I should bother scolding him for using my name so informally when I barely gave him permission to call me friend. Looking in his eyes made me realise how close we really were. He was taller than me – more so than I thought – and he was a lot more attractive when he wasn't smiling like a dork. His eyes were lazily focused on mine and it was confusing the hell out of me.
After what was probably too long, I looked back down at the paper and cleared my throat. I tried the lines a few times, a few different ways, and even though it sounded okay, it didn't sound right to me. It sounded fine in his voice, in his style, but I wasn't happy with it in mine.
"Can I make some..." I trailed off when Percy leant towards the music stand, his body pressing to the side of mine just enough to make my limbs freeze. "...adjustments...?" I finished, my voice as soft as a mouse. He leant back up and took my pencil from my fingers. He scribbled something on the page, but I was watching his face.
"Try this maybe," he said and stood back up straight. I forced myself to stare at the page. I read the adjustment maybe five times before I realised it wasn't sinking in. Frustrated, I leant towards the music stand and gripped the sides of it like it would help me read it better to hold the inanimate object still. With the lyrics firmly in my head, I took a deep breath and tried it out. Second time around, I smiled to myself and looked at Percy beside me. Damn he was so close. His eyes locked in mine and the air rushed from my lungs. He seemed to notice the way my smile faded away and his eyes searched my face.
"You're prettier when you smile," he said quietly but with confidence. That was the exact sort of statement that made me despise being anywhere near him, but right at that moment it made a tingle run from my belly to my toes and back up to my chest. "I'm gonna kiss you really hard right now; is that okay?"
It wouldn't have mattered even if I had been able to say anything then; he would have done it anyway. The most vivid thing about that moment was stumbling backwards into the closest wall and Percy's larger figure pressing me against it. The kiss itself was definitely memorable and worthy of my first kiss. He moved his mouth over mine in a very controlling way, like he didn't expect me to keep up. It was messy and I couldn't do a single thing but kiss him back.
If I thought back to how something like this should make me feel, I know for a fact I would have imagined I'd be repulsed – Percy was someone I'd grown to despise and I felt similarly about simply the thought of being gay. Something Percy had said or done in the last few hours before that kiss had unseated my confident homophobic façade and he'd somehow broken me down into a panting mess that craved his lips.
There was no time for confusion in that moment and Percy's body language changed rapidly from cocky to slow, heavy and deliberate. Everything about him changed from boyish to surprisingly masculine; dangerously hot. My own body's reaction wasn't even gradual. I melted. It didn't even matter that I had never kissed anyone before. His lips were warm and slick, sliding gently with mine, as sweet and smooth as honey. I grunted softly with frustration when our teeth clashed, but he calmed me with his fingers on my cheek and neck.
He knew exactly what to do to take advantage of my blind lust – everywhere he touched lit on fire, places that I'd never imagined could be erogenous. It was senseless of me to give in so easily but I didn't feel even the slightest hesitance; not when his tongue teased my lips, not when his hands pushed my shirt up to my neck, not even when he unzipped his jeans and reached under his boxers. I let him do anything he wanted, not that I didn't take as much as I gave. I kissed him back hard and fast, despite my lack of experience. Trembles started in my fingers and spread up my arms at the tense, strong feeling of his shoulders under my fingers. In just a wife beater, Percy managed to look delectable and it didn't even occur to me to reveal any more than already was; his curved shoulders and long, slim arms.
At some point he moved his fierce kisses to my neck and I groaned against him, tilting my head and clawing his back through the fabric. He'd distracted me for a while with his expert lips and tongue and just the right amount of suction on my skin to elicit pleasant moans. I almost forgot that his hand had been working on something down south, something that was now visible and unsubtle, rising almost menacingly out of his underwear. I caught a glimpse of his glistening cock and closed my eyes immediately; for just a split second I hated how it turned me on. I hated how I'd let this happen, how I'd wanted it to happen. All of that was over very quickly.
Excitement bubbled up in my torso when he spat in his hand. My own mouth filled with thick, hot saliva the moment his long fingers slid into me and thoroughly slicked and stretched that delicate part of me.
I was embarrassed to hear myself whimper at the stinging intrusion.
He's going to fuck me. He's really going to fuck me.
My legs obediently wrapped around his waist as he lifted me – there was clearly not a single part of me that didn't long for this. His mouth devoured mine for a few more seconds before he found a way into my sweats without pulling them down too far. His desperate fingers left accidental claw marks on my thighs and ass, but I didn't notice that again until morning. My arms wrapped tight around his shoulders while I panted into his hair.
It happened quickly and it hurt like hell. Percy's desperation outweighed my inexperience and he carelessly stuffed his leaking cock into me much harder than I expected. I yelped and sobbed but didn't stop clinging to him and didn't give him any reason to stop. It was much too overwhelming to interrupt. His cock got harder and harder, brushing against new, deeper places inside me every time he moved. Sweat dripped from my fringe into my eyes and I clenched them shut. I could feel everything, from the agonising stretching of my tight muscles, to the bruising grip he had on my thighs, to the rhythmic slamming of my back against the studio wall.
It all happened so quickly and I began to lose focus. Percy was completely in control of what I felt and everything felt good, even if it hurt. He grunted in time with my panting. It felt like I should have screamed 'harder' or 'faster', because even though everything seemed like it was all too much, nothing he was doing was enough. The whisper I let out wasn't even close to what I expected.
"Stop," I breathed, making a subtle attempt to push at his shoulders
"What?"
"Stop!" I shouted, but it sounded embarrassingly like a desperate cry. He didn't try to refuse. Relief and disappointment clashed as they flooded through me at the same time. My feet were suddenly on the floor and Percy steadied me while I tugged my pants up. I didn't give my legs any time to overcome their jelly-like wobbling and it took all of my strength to get myself the hell out of that studio without a single glance back.
