The boss's bitch boy (EminemxDre)

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Em ended up giving into Dre, after a while of convincing. Em got outta bed and falls to the floor taking off Dres pants. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He wasn't gay was he? Fuck if he was doing this he was. Em bobs his head to Dre's thrusts trying to keep up, trying not to gag in the process. Soon he got use to it and went harder until Dre came in his mouth.

Em sat frozen on the floor stunned by what he had just done. That wasn't supposed to happen and he wasn't supposed to like it either. What was happening to him? Because the first time he met Dre, he wasn't gay enough to do that. So why was Dre so special?

Dre stood up pulling Em up with him, he stares at Em waiting for him to say something. Anything. He was guessing Em was in shock after giving him a blow job in his room with his best friend cross the hall of him.

Em swallows knowing Dre's eyes were on him and he didn't know what to do, he was always nervous around Dre whenever he was near or close, it was just the way his body reacted with him. He couldn't help or stop it. He didn't even know why he was interested in Dre. He knew Dre was a producer. Maybe that was the reason or maybe he was hot and demanding, that Em liked that about him.

Proof on the other hand had heard the whole thing from his room and he was shocked, that even happened. What the fuck was going on? Was Dre here or something? Were they fucking? Course they were who am I kidding? Proof just couldn't believe this was happening cross the hall from him in his best friends room.

Dre heard the footsteps of his best friend coming, he leans down to Ems ear letting him know that he would be back soon and was sure that he would have him.

"I'll be back soon for you." Em breath hitched at how close Dre was, he could feel Dres breath softly ticking his skin. Fuck he liked that. He liked Dre close and he wanted more. He wanted Dre's  lips, kissing the skin on his neck. Wanted to know how it felt and if he would like it. As fucked up as he sounds, he wanted Dre.

Dre snuck out the window as the door opens, revealing Proof crossing his arms with a serious face. They were going to have a little talk about this whole fucked up situation.

"The fuck were you doing in here?" Proof asked wanting a straight answer back, Em swallows. The fuck was he supposed to said, oh hey I just sucked Dre off and I liked it. Don't judge to harshly cause I'm gay. Fuck no he wasn't gonna say that. He wasn't crazy like that.

"I heard the whole fucking thing, should I be concerned about you?" Em eyebrows drew at Proofs question. The fuck was that supposed to mean?

"The fuck that supposed to mean?" Ems mind spoke out through his mouth, he was curious about what Proof was saying.

"I'm just saying, you only met Dre a couple of weeks ago, you can't like the guy and you saw what he does, for fuck sake he kills," Proof was now pacing back and forth in his room, he was worried about him. With all the visits Em was getting and now this. It wasn't a coincidence. Em couldn't possibly like this one, He knew Em liked the bad boys. But still he worried about his best friend.

"I ain't know what I want," Em groans stuffing his face in the pillow, he felt the bed dip next to him. He knew Proof had sat down. The fuck was he doing with himself. Did he need help or did he just want Dre to touch him? Fuck he need to fucking stop.

Proof pats his back, comforting him. Em sighed softly leaning towards his hand on his own back. What was he going to do with this fucking feelings? Why did he even like him anyways? Fuck so many questions he wanted answered, but he wouldn't going to get them anytime soon. He knew that.