Underwear (Justin Bieber/Shawn Mendes Smut)

Chapter 3: Collaboration

Justin's manager called him one week after the AMA's that he can start record new songs in the studio and he can call some singers or djs to collab with him. Justin was so happy with the news that finally he can make new music for his fans. Especially, the collaboration. He can talk to Shawn again like he always wanted to since their last talk was back on the award show.

He got up from his bed and changed into his casual clothes, white t-shirt and baggy shorts. He jogged downstairs to his studio to start some recordings. He grab his guitar and play. He recorded some acoustic instrumentals. He's not planning to write some lyrics right now 'cause he's not yet sure what to write. He recorded fifty guitar instrumentals with two minutes to three minutes on length, spending two hours in the studio. He felt tired and put his guitar back on the case. He decided to call his friend Ariana Grande.

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Justin: Hey Ari

Ariana: Hi

Justin: I just started recording my album today and I'm finding some good singers to collab. I picked you.

Ariana: So you're asking me for a collab?

Justin: Yup

Ariana: Sorry Biebs I'm featured for like five songs and my manager told me I'm acceptung anymore collab.

Justin: Oh well that's good.

Ariana: I'm really sorry Justin

,Justin: No No No that's okay. So yeah nice talking to you. Bye

Ariana: Bye

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Justin sighed in disappointment.

He really wanted to collab with Ariana for so long. He thinks it would be amazing if it happens. Justin threw his phone aside. He closed his eyes and rest for a bit.

While relaxing. The image of Shawn Mendes keeps replaying on his mind. The way Shawn spread the Irish boy's legs. The way he plunge his cock inside of  Niall. The moans he created as he thrusted his hips hard against Niall's hole. He wanted to experience that. He can totally imagine himself on Niall's position. All he wanted is how it feels like to be fucked like that. Against the couch. Clutching. Moaning. All of that. He admitted to himself he's being a desperate whore with his wild imaginations. His cock is fully hard just by thinking of all the scenes he saw with his naked eyes.

Justin is in very deep and wild thought. His phone rang loudly, alarming him. He quickly grab the phone and answer the call without reading.

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Justin: Hi this is Justin Bieber, how can I help you?

Stranger: Oh Hi Justin. It's Shawn!
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Justin stormed up and pace forth and back.

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Justin: Hey, how did you get my number?

Shawn: Well a crazy fan gives me your number last night, begging for me to collab with you.

Justin: Crazy fan really. You're rude man

Shawn: Hey I was just being honest. Anyway, I'm asking you if we could collab on a song. I had the lyrics and the production, I just need a singer to finish the recording.

Justin: Well, since I'm the most generous man in the planet. I will accept your request for collaboration.

Shawn: Shut it. Anyway, thanks man. If you feel ready to record the song. Meet me at Woodshed Recording Studio in Malibu.