Chaos 3| ✔

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|Higher.

Blayne

Today was amazing.

So amazing.

I've seen more of where Rocky grew up at, I'd even met his grandmother, Eden. She was a very beautiful, wise, and insightful woman. She seemed to take a liking to me, and after talking with her, hearing hilarious tales, and looking at even more hilarious photos, we bid her goodbye and headed back to SoHo. It was around nine, we just ate, and were now just laid up, making beats. I was to his left, leaned against the headboard, while Rocky sat to my right.

We both had our matching black MDR headphones placed on, me wearing Rocky's, taking in the beat he was making, and vice versa. Rocky looked good as hell, per usual. He was in a white wife beater, and his gray, red, and black Gucci joggers. Despite focusing on my laptop, I could feel Rocky's eyes on me, as I squinted my eyes. Steady moving my fingers along the smooth mouse space, I decided to look over at him, as he quickly turned back to his laptop. This made me snort, smirking, as I shook my head before turning back around, humming. We'd been playing eye tag for the past three minutes.

Nodding my head, I smiled at the hi-hat Rocky just added to his beat.

"Yo, that's good" I said, looking back at him again, to see him smiling wide, and nodding.

His long fingers were now moving to the sound of the 808, in conjunction with the sound of a violin. I loved watching Rocky make beats.

The shit was amazing.

I truly felt like I was in the presence of a genius. The way he looked, his clear, deep focus was such a turn on...literally watching this man make a beat got me so wet, it was ridiculous.

"I know" Rocky replied so cocky, now licking his lips, before sucking it in.

Breathe.

I smacked my lips, turning my attention back to my laptop.

"Yo, I can't even front, yours is killin' mine right now" Rocky complimented, as I raised both my hands in the air.

"Well yeah" I teased, as he smacked his lips.

"Ha...yeah whatever, wait til I add this organ though" He said next, now placing his free hand on my thigh.

I was dressed in nothing more than my gray and white Calvin Klein cut out bra, and matching boy-shorts. My hair was now in a straight pony to the back, with a lone piece hanging free on the left side of my face.

"It's still gonna be like a six. I keep telling you to put that damn drum in it" I said for the third time, as Rocky waved me off.

"Alright, it's gonna stay sounding like that" I teased, as Rocky gave me a semi hard shoulder nudge.

I gave him one right back, as he squeezed my thigh tighter.

"You went to school for this shit aight. Chill" He said, looking at me now.

I looked back at him snorting, as he licked those lips again.

We then had our usual stare off, making various, dumb ass, goofy ass faces, before I broke it, cracking up.

"Ha...yo ass can't hang fa shit...never can" Rocky said, going back to his laptop.

"Bullshit, you just made the most ugliest fucking face dude" I said, still cracking up.

"Ha...so. you not spose ta break it"

"Okay, let's do something else" I suggested, as Rocky snapped his fingers.