amour // m.c. // brockhampton

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*A Few Weeks Later*

They had just begun creating the album and were crafting it as perfectly as they could. The first song that they started working on was "Infatuation". Merlyn had come over specifically to record his part and then he had to go back to school but Rodney was there the entire time and obviously so was Ian for the chorus.

Russ also had a small part that was similar to what he did on "Amour". "Infatuation" was incredibly catchy and they even brought up Dora in the chorus which made Lola laugh. However, Rodney's smooth vocals and Merlyn's verse really made "Infatuation" the hit it was.

"Why get your nose stuck in one when you can sniff the bouquet?" Merlyn rapped and Russ hummed the outro efortlessly. They had been cooped up in the small recording room all day and Romil had mentioned how his legs had been hurting because of sitting there for so many hours but the song sounded amazing.

HK was editing promo pictures while Dom was getting ready to rap his verse on "Flip Mo" with Merlyn since they wanted to get things done with him before he left. On the other hand, Ian was working with Nick and Kevin Doan to create merchandise and Albert Gordon was also in the studio. Ciarán was off somewhere by himself, creating a new song that had been on his mind since this morning.

Everyone had been sleeping over in the crowded apartment in order to get this album done. Russ was always in the studio trying to mix things and make the songs the best they could be while Ian was the heart of the project, their leader. Romil, Kiko, and Jabari continued to make fire beats and the rest of the artists were working tirelessly on lyrics for their verses.

However, Matt and Lola, though working hard, were currently off in her room. It was even more crowded now that Ciarán and Dom had brought over blow up beds to share while they made music over night. Every now and then one of them would come in to crash while they weren't being used in a song.

Matt and Lola had finally snuck off, telling the others they were going to work on something. "We said 15 minutes." She said, half speaking, half kissing him. Her back was up against the door as his arms caged her in. "Hold on, not yet." He breathed onto her lips. She said no more as they made out, Matt's hands roving her body.

They heard the distant conversations and music in the background as he slowly caressed her stomach and she felt his lips kissing down the crook of his neck. Lola tugged at his shirt but he ripped it off, then doing the same to hers. Matt pulled on the straps of her bra. "I was thinking about what they said the other day." "Who? What?" She said in a lust-filled daze. He nipped at the skin under her ear and then whispered onto her skin, "When Romil said that I wasn't doing that great of a job at-" "Please don't bring up his name while we're doing this." Lola said. "Okay, okay I won't," He laughed, "But do you know what I mean?" "Yeah." She barely whispered as he kissed her neck. "Okay so can I?" "I thought you'd never ask." She mumbled.
He reached down to the button on her jeans, taking them off slowly. "Stop teasing." She said and he laughed against her lips, pulling her jeans down further. His fingertips brushed the skin on her thighs as he pulled the fabric down her legs. Matt got down on his knees as he brought his hands up to her underwear, about to pull them down when the door started to open. "Jesus Christ!" Matt yelled, pulling Lola away from the door.

She tried to pull up her pants frantically as HK peeked his head through the door, "Hey guys Ciarán needs you for- woah holy shit!" He screamed covering his eyes, "When you guys said you were working on something I didn't know you meant each other. Damn, do it in the car at least." "Get the fuck out!" Lola yelled and HK rushed out the door as she hurriedly pulled up her pants and Matt picked up both of their shirts. "God, that's so embarrassing." "It's okay, don't worry about it," Matt said, cheeks slightly red, "It's only HK." "Yeah, I guess you're right." She winced, not feeling better at all.