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EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

CHAPTER 1.

 

 

 

 

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

 

CHAPTER 1.

JUNE 19, 1999

 

 

Chris finally made his way to Heather's house. Key under the mat, he thought. Chris got the key, and eventually got the door open. The place was black. He smiled, realizing where she was waiting for him. He attempted to run up the stairs as fast as he could. Shit. Left or right? Heather had some geeky roommate that he'd never met, but automatically hated her from hearing about her. She must've been in one of the bedrooms. Door number one or two? His head was pounding and he needed to lie down fast, so, he quickly picked door number one. There she was. Dressed in just a white tank top and underwear, fast asleep. Chris thought about how he was going to approach this, and eventually just went right for her. He crawled onto the bed and ran his finger over her leg. She stirred. Chris kissed the back of her head, trying to calmly wake her up. She finally turned around, her eyes widened and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Chris screamed back, too drunk to know what was going on. He felt something long and thin whack him in the chin, and just like that he flew off the bed. Going with his instincts, he tried to run. Left, no right, then left again. Eventually he got to the stairs, missed five steps and crashed all the way down. The mystery woman had stopped screaming at the top of the stairs. Chris moaned in pain. “W...what the hell?”

The woman appeared over him as he held onto his now bleeding forehead. She unfortunately had a long white robe on now. “Looking for Heather?” She said with her arms crossed. “I'll get you some ice.”

Did Heather move and not tell me? No, I was just here two days ago. Is this woman from the FBI or something?

Chris tried to be nice to this woman, afraid she'd unleash hell on his face again. He sat down on the couch and wiped a drop of blood of his chin, as the woman did something in the kitchen. “Who are you?”

“Grace Kurtman. I'm Heather's roommate.”

Couldn't be. Heather told me she was a fat geek. This woman had amazing body. Especially those legs. “I'm-”

“I know who you are.” she had an ice pack in one hand, and a damp towel in the other. “You're Chris Martin. Heather's boyfriend.” she said boyfriend a little quieter, for some reason Chris didn't get.

Chris closed his eyes as the freezing cold ice relieved the burning all over his head. He remembered why he got this way in the first place. “Sorry, I, um-”

She chuckled. “Sorry I kicked your ass.” Her eyes were the brightest hazel he'd ever seen.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. “What are you majoring in?”

She smiled. “Illustration and painting. You?”

“Global studies, but, I have a band.”

“Of course you do.”

Something was off about this chick.

“So, where is Heather?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Where she is every night, even school nights. Clubbing.”

“Ah.” Chris nodded intently. “She said she was going to be here.”

“She says lots of things.”

Puzzled, Chris furrowed his brow. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Grace dropped the rag on the couch and started pacing the floor. “I know guys like you. Hell, I know you. The guy that just sleeps with every girl and doesn't call them the next day. I'm not fond of people like you.”

Chris got more comfortable, leaning back in his seat. “And I'm not fond of people like you.”

She clearly took offense, folding her arms. “Excuse me?”

He shook a finger. “I don't know if this is true, but, Heather tells me all you wear are sweatshirts and long jeans, and you don't talk to anyone. From just meeting you now, and seeing much more of you than many people had, you are a beautiful woman with a lot of potential.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. Eventually, she rolled her eyes and threw the rag at him. “Time for you to go.”

“Why? I thought we had a moment there.”

She mowed him towards the door. “I know what you were doing. Trying to sleep with me well I'm sorry, I'm not like your other girlfriends.”

“Why? Cause you're brunette”

“Smart.” And she slammed the door on his face.

 

 

 

 

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thank you!! here's chapter two.

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

CHAPTER 2.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

 

MAY 19, 2009. PRESENT DAY.

 

 

“Chocolate Raspberry?”

“Nah.” Grace's curls danced as she shook her head.

Chris pulled playfully at her toe as she rested her feet on his lap. They were in the middle of Central Park on a gorgeous spring day.

He scratched his chin again. “Double Chocolate Chunk?”

She glared at him. “That's the fifth time you said that.”

They chuckled, and there was a silence for a few seconds. “I can't believe it's been ten years.”

His blue eyes looked into hers, he put his hand on her knee. “Apple wanted to know how we met the other day.”

Grace's face lit up. “Can I tell her?”

He furrowed his brown with a grin on his face. “No, no you may not. She's got to learn about getting her best friend her own way.”

“When he climbs into her bed and she breaks his jaw?”

“You didn't break my jaw.”

 

 

About fifteen minutes later it was time to meet their reservation at the Cheesecake Factory, to get their tenth cheesecake, to celebrate their tenth year of being best friends.

“So White Raspberry Truffle it is?”

Chris nodded, with a big smile on his face. Then came Mr. Mietti. He was the manager of the Cheesecake Factory, and had been the same person to give Chris and Grace their cheesecake for the past ten years. He built his schedule around it. “Ah, my two favorite customers!” He said in his barely understandable Italian accent.

“Hey, Mr. Mietti.” Grace said sweetly.” We're going to try the White Raspberry Truffle this time.”

“Oh, a wonderful choice, a wonderful choice.” Mr. Mietti looked over to Chris, then back at Grace. “So, did you propose to her yet?”

I blushed, for the tenth time in ten years. Chris chuckled. “Mr. Mietti, I'm happily married.”

“Oh, pish posh.” His belly shook as he waved his arms around. “I see the way you look at this girl. She's very fond of you too, ya know.”

We glanced at each other from across the table then back down at our plates. “The White Raspberry Truffle, Mr. Mietti, please.”

He laughed and started to walk away. “I'll try every year. Those two were meant to be together.” he said to a blonde waitress.

Gracie couldn't take her eyes off her fork. Did Chris know now? He couldn't have. She decided to break the silence. “So, did your talk with Gwyn get anywhere last night?”

He frowned. “Kind've.”

“Kind've?”

“We started to talk about our fight, right?” he said, scratching the tablecloth with his fork. “And we worked it out.”

“That's good!” Grace smiled.

“Wait, there's more.” He sighed. “So, things got kind've intimate for some reason. Don't ask me why, but I didn't mind.”

“Of course.” She nodded, listening intently. “You climbed into bed with me ten years ago.”

The ends of Chris's mouth twitched into a smile.

“Where'd you get to?” Grace said, knowing what he didn't want to say.

“Um...”

“Bra?”

“Shirt.”

“Ugh, loser.” Grace joked.

Chris chuckled, but frowned again. Something was really bothering him, Grace could tell. “She stopped me there, and said that she couldn't even look at me anymore.”

Grace stopped with the jokes right there, she didn't know what to say for a few seconds. “Does this mean...di-”

“Divorce. Yeah.” He rubbed his eyes.

She gasped and grabbed his wrist, quickly. “Oh, oh Chris. I'm so sorry. But you know, this is for the better. You can't go on living miserable.”

His sad blue eyes looked up at her, and he squeezed her hand. “You're right. All of last night I was thinking about that talk we had the other night, and, I knew that it was for the best. Thank you, Gracie. What would I do without you?”

She shivered a little, smiling into his big blue eyes. “Well, first, before we answer that question, I want some damn cheesecake.”

Conveniently, the waitress brought their cheesecake out at that moment. They picked of their forks in sync and smiled at each other. “Ready for number ten?”

“Ready.”

They dug their forks in at the same time, and bit into the rich, sweet flavor of the cake. “Amazing as always.” Chris smiled.

 

 

 

 

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Schoolboys[/color][/font][/size]...Chapter 13

 

 

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I sighed, stirring my soup half-heartedly. My dad watched me, glaring a bit. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked finally, leaning his elbows on the table. My mother smiled.

 

“Nothing!” I said quickly. “Nothing, I’m just not hungry.”

 

“Why not? I told you not to eat too much at Chris’s...”

 

“I didn’t.” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m just a little distracted, alright?”

My mum lifted her eyes in curiosity. “What’s wrong, Jonny?” I suddenly regretted saying anything. I should have told them I had just eaten too much. Taking another mouthful of soup, I shook my head slowly.

 

“Mum, it’s nothing.” I insisted. If she asked again, I decided to tell the truth...I couldn’t think of a good lie. Luckily, she didn’t. I managed to finish off the soup and a slice of bread. Without staying for dessert, I carried my plates into the kitchen and placed them carefully in the sink. My mum could always ask me, but there was no way I would ever do the dishes. I had a strong aversion (bordering on a phobia) to dirty dishes.

 

Instead of going for the television, I plopped down on my bedroom floor. I was still quite surprised by Chris’s sudden interest in getting Guy to Scotland. It was kind, thoughtful, noble...but I wondered why he was so bent on it happening. Perhaps he was desperate to keep him as a friend. Or maybe he felt guilty...

 

I picked up my poetry book, flipped to the Longfellow poem we were supposed to read, and promptly gave up on it. I couldn’t concentrate at all. Tiptoeing, I made my way back downstairs to the phone. I picked it up, wrapped the cord around my wrist and dialed Chris. He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

 

“Hi mate, it’s Jonny.”

 

“Oh! Hello, Jonny-boy.”

 

“So...” I said casually. “What’re you doing?”

 

“Reading the bloody Longfellow poem, what do you think?”

 

“Oh, yeah. Me too.”

 

“Is it all you have to do?”

 

“I finished my other homework before.”

 

“Oh.” His voice suddenly lowered. “Hey...Will called me back. He said that his parents were all for Guy going with them.”

 

“Really?” I asked, my mouth making the shape of an O.

 

“Yeah, he said they’re going to call the Berrymans tonight, work it out.”

 

“Wow. That was fast.” I hoped that Guy would accept the offer, for fear Chris’s heart might be damaged beyond repair if he didn’t.

 

“So, what’s up?” chirped Chris.

 

“Uh...”

 

“You don’t know?”

 

“No...”

 

“Jonathan...”

 

“Sorry! I guess I called to see if you were okay.”

 

“I’m okay,” Chris drawled. “Don’t worry.”

 

“I can’t help it. I need to worry. I fear I’ll explode if I don’t worry.” I heard my friend laugh, then rebuke one of his brothers for being too loud. I rolled my eyes. “Alright, well...if you’re okay, I’ll just be going now.”

“Okay...see you tomorrow at school.”

 

“Mate, it’s Saturday tomorrow.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Goodbye, Chris.”

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thank you!! here's chapter two.

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

CHAPTER 2.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

 

MAY 19, 2009. PRESENT DAY.

 

 

“Chocolate Raspberry?”

“Nah.” Grace's curls danced as she shook her head.

Chris pulled playfully at her toe as she rested her feet on his lap. They were in the middle of Central Park on a gorgeous spring day.

He scratched his chin again. “Double Chocolate Chunk?”

She glared at him. “That's the fifth time you said that.”

They chuckled, and there was a silence for a few seconds. “I can't believe it's been ten years.”

His blue eyes looked into hers, he put his hand on her knee. “Apple wanted to know how we met the other day.”

Grace's face lit up. “Can I tell her?”

He furrowed his brown with a grin on his face. “No, no you may not. She's got to learn about getting her best friend her own way.”

“When he climbs into her bed and she breaks his jaw?”

“You didn't break my jaw.”

 

 

About fifteen minutes later it was time to meet their reservation at the Cheesecake Factory, to get their tenth cheesecake, to celebrate their tenth year of being best friends.

“So White Raspberry Truffle it is?”

Chris nodded, with a big smile on his face. Then came Mr. Mietti. He was the manager of the Cheesecake Factory, and had been the same person to give Chris and Grace their cheesecake for the past ten years. He built his schedule around it. “Ah, my two favorite customers!” He said in his barely understandable Italian accent.

“Hey, Mr. Mietti.” Grace said sweetly.” We're going to try the White Raspberry Truffle this time.”

“Oh, a wonderful choice, a wonderful choice.” Mr. Mietti looked over to Chris, then back at Grace. “So, did you propose to her yet?”

I blushed, for the tenth time in ten years. Chris chuckled. “Mr. Mietti, I'm happily married.”

“Oh, pish posh.” His belly shook as he waved his arms around. “I see the way you look at this girl. She's very fond of you too, ya know.”

We glanced at each other from across the table then back down at our plates. “The White Raspberry Truffle, Mr. Mietti, please.”

He laughed and started to walk away. “I'll try every year. Those two were meant to be together.” he said to a blonde waitress.

Gracie couldn't take her eyes off her fork. Did Chris know now? He couldn't have. She decided to break the silence. “So, did your talk with Gwyn get anywhere last night?”

He frowned. “Kind've.”

“Kind've?”

“We started to talk about our fight, right?” he said, scratching the tablecloth with his fork. “And we worked it out.”

“That's good!” Grace smiled.

“Wait, there's more.” He sighed. “So, things got kind've intimate for some reason. Don't ask me why, but I didn't mind.”

“Of course.” She nodded, listening intently. “You climbed into bed with me ten years ago.”

The ends of Chris's mouth twitched into a smile.

“Where'd you get to?” Grace said, knowing what he didn't want to say.

“Um...”

“Bra?”

“Shirt.”

“Ugh, loser.” Grace joked.

Chris chuckled, but frowned again. Something was really bothering him, Grace could tell. “She stopped me there, and said that she couldn't even look at me anymore.”

Grace stopped with the jokes right there, she didn't know what to say for a few seconds. “Does this mean...di-”

“Divorce. Yeah.” He rubbed his eyes.

She gasped and grabbed his wrist, quickly. “Oh, oh Chris. I'm so sorry. But you know, this is for the better. You can't go on living miserable.”

His sad blue eyes looked up at her, and he squeezed her hand. “You're right. All of last night I was thinking about that talk we had the other night, and, I knew that it was for the best. Thank you, Gracie. What would I do without you?”

She shivered a little, smiling into his big blue eyes. “Well, first, before we answer that question, I want some damn cheesecake.”

Conveniently, the waitress brought their cheesecake out at that moment. They picked of their forks in sync and smiled at each other. “Ready for number ten?”

“Ready.”

They dug their forks in at the same time, and bit into the rich, sweet flavor of the cake. “Amazing as always.” Chris smiled.

 

 

 

 

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Confusion Never Stops PART THREE

 

 

 

 

"Guy Rupert Berrymen was a great man. A man who would stop at nothing to help a friend. A man who would always go out of his way to do things. He was a true hero. Playing bass in the platinum-selling band, Coldplay, he has won the hearts of millions. He will be missed"

 

Chris turned the tv off.

 

Sobbing, Will asked: "Who was that?". "Some guy who things that he knew Guy, but doesn't. Why can't they just leave us alone?" demanded Chris. "Uhh, guys. They are right outside!" said Phil, his hand covering his mouth. "Right! That's it!" screamed Jonny, as he pushed past Chris, Will and Phil to the front door. He pulled it open and punched the nearest journalist. "Why can't you just leave us in peace?" shouted Jonny at the top of his voice, he continued "You never knew him! None of you knew him! The only reason that you are here is because you think you can get a juicy story but do you know what? You can't. Because if anyone even touches one of us, you will all be dead!". He ran back into the bakery but the journalists didn't move.

 

Chris turned the tv on again. "Look they are filming right outside here!" said Chris, glumly. The door to the bakery opened. "Oh no! Now one of them is trying to get in!". It was a small man who stared into Chris' eyes. "Guy is alive" he said.

 

wow wow wow!!this is great!!

Thank you :)

Kyra, i loooooooooooooooooooooooooooove Schoolboys!! :D

 

Simon- Confusion Never Stops is good! i like how Jonny seems to be very emotional. :P

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Congrats Simon!:)

Thanks :P It's not finished yet! Part 4 will be up later on in the day

thanks, lauren + marisa!! gonna start chapter 3 now. :D!!

Confusion Never Stops PART FOUR

 

 

WARNING: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE

 

 

 

"Guy is NOT dead" said the small man, his eyes glaring into Chris'. "Will, lock the door!" demanded Chris, not taking his eyes of the man. Will complied and went to lock the door. "So. What do you want?" asked Chris, acting strong. "Guy is alive, Chris. He stayed in my house last night, we found him this morning in my daughter's bedroom, lying on the floor" said the man, forcing a smile. "Oh did you, and where is he now?" asked Chris, laughing. "I don't know!" said the man, staring at the floor and wiping his feet on the mat. "Get out!" demanded Chris. "What?" said the man, being pushed towards the back entrance of the bakery. "OUT!" Chris shouted at the top of his voice, pushing him out the door.

 

"Chris! What the hell did you do that for?" said Phil, emerging from the kitchen. "He is obviously a fucking liar and I am not taking it! I'm not taking it Phil, making fun of someone who is dead! It sickens me!" said Chris, getting a glass of water. "And what if he is not lying?" said Phil, looking into Chris' eyes, Chris ignored him, and drank the water. Jonny entered the room and began to sing, "Water we will drink it when we're done. Glasses of water..." Every pair of eyes looked to Jonny, as he collapsed on the floor.

 

Kyra, Simon, and Christina Really good stories, thank- goodness ya'll decided to write some more, cause it's been quiet.:) I gotta come up with some adventure soon.

No problem :P I'm just annoyed at myself for posting only little storys :P

I LOVE Everything Under The Sun and Confusion Never Stops!!!!!

hmm, maybe i'll write some more soon...

i don't think i'll be able to today, though, but maybe tomorrow. :)

I LOVE Everything Under The Sun and Confusion Never Stops!!!!!

 

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I love it tooo!!! (L)

Can't wait to see where this is going! :D

Next story is ready and as always not for minors ;)

 

 

 

Foam bath

 

 

Woom! I'm frightened, as our front door shut with a loud bang. Shortly after that I hear the key is throw on the commode in the entrance area and the work room door bangs. "Oddly," I think "what is happening now? C. is already back home, but he has just been made on the way to the Bakery? And why is he so angry? "

I go look now. However, the door is locked, and I hear C. loudly curse. I can't understand, about whom or what he complains, but if he's so furious, it must be really important. Actually he’s not as fast furious…

What I do now? I wait until he has calmed down and told me everything by itself? No, even if he's still angry, I must know instantly what is happening.

I knock on the door, but I receive no answer. But at least he no longer curses. "C. Please open the door and tell me what happened "I ask him. Still no answer. So slowly I have enough, I also hate it when he has a bad temper and is hiding in his shell. I know he wants to be alone from time to time, especially when he writes new songs, but this is something else. And that's why I start a further attempt to convince C. to finally open the door.

"Okay, what it is for a problem, you will not be solved by you Behave like a petulant toddler. Please open the door now and tell me what happened! If not, I also will treat you like a child and I think a punishment for you! "

And "punishments" are in my thoughts at the moment many… The moment is actually serious, but I've to almost laugh when I think about it, so I can "punish" C: the best - Chocolate withdrawal, hiding his surfboard or perhaps … No, the latter, I dare not to think, no sex would have to endure for me as difficult as for C.

But now opens the door and a contrite C. stand opposite me. "Don’t think that you can blackmail me, my darling. I give only because I know that you would not give peace, you have to enforce your will. "

He lets me enter, sits down at his piano and begins to play a few bars absentminded. Well, I thought we would finally talk, but I will not push him. After a while I noticed, however, tears running over his face - he's crying! "My God, what is happening only because" I think and get a little afraid slowly.

I'm cautiously closer to him, cover his shoulders and turned him around to me. He looks at me, teardrops runs over his face, and says: "I'm a wimp, I should not cry, but it hurts so much. I can't understand that they have banned me! "

"Banned?" I ask, "Who banned you?"

"The band and Brian took me leave of absence for today. I shall not come into the studio, they want me not at the moment. I’m dominant, I constantly pester with new ideas so we can't produce an album supposedly. I can't understand my own band kick in my ass. I didn't know that they think about me so bad! "

"Now calm yourself" I try to appease C.: "Certainly didn't they mean it really. Maybe they don't need you today. Be glad, so you have a day to relax.”

"Relax? I should just relax while we work on our new album? It’s a joke! My place should be in the band, and nowhere else! What should I sit around at home? "

That would give me an appropriate way of responding, but that would not be one that now wants to hear C. Therefore I say: "Okay, that was a stupid suggestion from me, sorry. But think no more. It doesn't change anything. Wait until tomorrow.”

I give him a kiss, emphasize through his hair with my fingers and let him alone.

On me still waiting a lot of work, but I've a guilty conscience, C. to let alone with his grief. Of course I know that he overreacted. But so he is, his music is the most important for him and the "Kicking" is hard for him.

While I actually have me concentrate on my work, I consider how I can brighten C. Or should I prefer to leave him alone?

I imagine, as he sits in front of his piano and ponders. And that's why I leave my work and will see what I can do for him...

At first I go into the bathroom, let the water run into the tub and added some shower gel. This strain with the chocolate fragrance is C.s favourite. I put towels ready and then pull me out, but not my underwear.

Now I go to C. Either this is a total flop, because he is still angry, or ... We'll see. Just as I thought, C. is sitting at the piano and stares out in front. It makes me sad to see him so and encourages me to bring him to other thoughts. I hug him from behind, nibble on his ears and whisper to him: "Come with me darling. It is time for a bit of relaxing." At the same time, my hands slide under his shirt and I begin to massage him gently. C. closes his eyes, his whole body is relaxed, and suddenly I know my strategy was right.

"Come my heart," I say once again "let's have a little bit fun!" I'm trying to pull him from his chair, but he holds me, takes me on his lap and kisses me. "What do you want?", C. asks between two kisses "what do you want that we could not do well here?"

"Come with me and let me surprise you." I slide from his lap, taking his hand and unresisting, he let lead from me.

We go up the stairs, but we did not get far because he hugs me suddenly and kisses me. And even if I enjoy this situation - the bath water will soon be cold.

Therefore I push C. in the direction of bath room. Finally arrived I "help" him to undress. He wants to do the same with me, but I climb into the tub - with underwear. This will of course immediately wet and sticks to me like a second skin.

C. immediately following me and I ask him to sit down between my legs. He rejects his back against my torso, closes his eyes and seems now to relax finally. I begin to massage his head, driving with my fingers through his beautiful hair, before I worked on his neck and bite softly into his ears. Now I spread some shower gel on my hands and begin to, to stroke his back. In between my hands move repeatedly forward, touching his nipples, sliding on his stomach, touching his legs. His body is now completely covered with foam, and his skin feels so wonderful that I can't stop to massage and caress him.

I could go on for hours, but C. turns around and says: "Give me the shower gel please." And now he begins to spoil me, as I did with him. I still wear my underwear and only when I'm covered all over with foam, C. starts me off these. He opens my bra, takes off, and fondles my breasts with his hands and his mouth. His hands glide deeper, it covers my ass, raises it and his lips touch my belly. C. kisses my belly, his tongue moves deeper and now finally he pulls out my slip.

It feels so good - bare skin on bare skin, bathing in the warm water. C. slipping back up to me, we kiss us. Kissing always fierce. C.s hands suddenly seem to be everywhere, he caresses and fondles my body and I begin to crave it so much, so I urge him to finally penetrate into me. He fulfilled this wish and I could yelp with enthusiasm when I finally feel him in me.

Slowly we begin to move, we still kiss and caress us. Our movements are always violent, water spray and foam through the entire bathroom, but we currently have only one goal...

Only minutes later, our love game reached its climax and C. "explodes" in me. I still move and so I come, only a short time later, to my pleasure…

The bath water is cold now, but none of us has the strength to stand up at the moment. Only when the cold is uncomfortable, we get out of the tub slowly.

The bathroom looks worse. Everywhere there are puddles and the foam sticks to the walls.

C. gives me a towel, binds to selfhood around the hips and begins to collect his clothes. From his cargos, he fishes his cell phone and typing a number. "Who you calling?" I ask, "So bad isn't the little bit of water on the floor."

"Shhhh" he says, to speak briefly in the cell phone: "Brian? Hey here is C. No, everything is okay. I just wanted to say that tomorrow, I still take a day off. You’re creates even without me.”

Switch off the phone, grinning at me and says: "Tomorrow we go shower together, okay?"

 

 

Next story is ready and as always not for minors ;)

 

 

 

Foam bath

 

 

Woom! I'm frightened, as our front door shut with a loud bang. Shortly after that I hear the key is throw on the commode in the entrance area and the work room door bangs. "Oddly," I think "what is happening now? C. is already back home, but he has just been made on the way to the Bakery? And why is he so angry? "

I go look now. However, the door is locked, and I hear C. loudly curse. I can't understand, about whom or what he complains, but if he's so furious, it must be really important. Actually he’s not as fast furious…

What I do now? I wait until he has calmed down and told me everything by itself? No, even if he's still angry, I must know instantly what is happening.

I knock on the door, but I receive no answer. But at least he no longer curses. "C. Please open the door and tell me what happened "I ask him. Still no answer. So slowly I have enough, I also hate it when he has a bad temper and is hiding in his shell. I know he wants to be alone from time to time, especially when he writes new songs, but this is something else. And that's why I start a further attempt to convince C. to finally open the door.

"Okay, what it is for a problem, you will not be solved by you Behave like a petulant toddler. Please open the door now and tell me what happened! If not, I also will treat you like a child and I think a punishment for you! "

And "punishments" are in my thoughts at the moment many… The moment is actually serious, but I've to almost laugh when I think about it, so I can "punish" C: the best - Chocolate withdrawal, hiding his surfboard or perhaps … No, the latter, I dare not to think, no sex would have to endure for me as difficult as for C.

But now opens the door and a contrite C. stand opposite me. "Don’t think that you can blackmail me, my darling. I give only because I know that you would not give peace, you have to enforce your will. "

He lets me enter, sits down at his piano and begins to play a few bars absentminded. Well, I thought we would finally talk, but I will not push him. After a while I noticed, however, tears running over his face - he's crying! "My God, what is happening only because" I think and get a little afraid slowly.

I'm cautiously closer to him, cover his shoulders and turned him around to me. He looks at me, teardrops runs over his face, and says: "I'm a wimp, I should not cry, but it hurts so much. I can't understand that they have banned me! "

"Banned?" I ask, "Who banned you?"

"The band and Brian took me leave of absence for today. I shall not come into the studio, they want me not at the moment. I’m dominant, I constantly pester with new ideas so we can't produce an album supposedly. I can't understand my own band kick in my ass. I didn't know that they think about me so bad! "

"Now calm yourself" I try to appease C.: "Certainly didn't they mean it really. Maybe they don't need you today. Be glad, so you have a day to relax.”

"Relax? I should just relax while we work on our new album? It’s a joke! My place should be in the band, and nowhere else! What should I sit around at home? "

That would give me an appropriate way of responding, but that would not be one that now wants to hear C. Therefore I say: "Okay, that was a stupid suggestion from me, sorry. But think no more. It doesn't change anything. Wait until tomorrow.”

I give him a kiss, emphasize through his hair with my fingers and let him alone.

On me still waiting a lot of work, but I've a guilty conscience, C. to let alone with his grief. Of course I know that he overreacted. But so he is, his music is the most important for him and the "Kicking" is hard for him.

While I actually have me concentrate on my work, I consider how I can brighten C. Or should I prefer to leave him alone?

I imagine, as he sits in front of his piano and ponders. And that's why I leave my work and will see what I can do for him...

At first I go into the bathroom, let the water run into the tub and added some shower gel. This strain with the chocolate fragrance is C.s favourite. I put towels ready and then pull me out, but not my underwear.

Now I go to C. Either this is a total flop, because he is still angry, or ... We'll see. Just as I thought, C. is sitting at the piano and stares out in front. It makes me sad to see him so and encourages me to bring him to other thoughts. I hug him from behind, nibble on his ears and whisper to him: "Come with me darling. It is time for a bit of relaxing." At the same time, my hands slide under his shirt and I begin to massage him gently. C. closes his eyes, his whole body is relaxed, and suddenly I know my strategy was right.

"Come my heart," I say once again "let's have a little bit fun!" I'm trying to pull him from his chair, but he holds me, takes me on his lap and kisses me. "What do you want?", C. asks between two kisses "what do you want that we could not do well here?"

"Come with me and let me surprise you." I slide from his lap, taking his hand and unresisting, he let lead from me.

We go up the stairs, but we did not get far because he hugs me suddenly and kisses me. And even if I enjoy this situation - the bath water will soon be cold.

Therefore I push C. in the direction of bath room. Finally arrived I "help" him to undress. He wants to do the same with me, but I climb into the tub - with underwear. This will of course immediately wet and sticks to me like a second skin.

C. immediately following me and I ask him to sit down between my legs. He rejects his back against my torso, closes his eyes and seems now to relax finally. I begin to massage his head, driving with my fingers through his beautiful hair, before I worked on his neck and bite softly into his ears. Now I spread some shower gel on my hands and begin to, to stroke his back. In between my hands move repeatedly forward, touching his nipples, sliding on his stomach, touching his legs. His body is now completely covered with foam, and his skin feels so wonderful that I can't stop to massage and caress him.

I could go on for hours, but C. turns around and says: "Give me the shower gel please." And now he begins to spoil me, as I did with him. I still wear my underwear and only when I'm covered all over with foam, C. starts me off these. He opens my bra, takes off, and fondles my breasts with his hands and his mouth. His hands glide deeper, it covers my ass, raises it and his lips touch my belly. C. kisses my belly, his tongue moves deeper and now finally he pulls out my slip.

It feels so good - bare skin on bare skin, bathing in the warm water. C. slipping back up to me, we kiss us. Kissing always fierce. C.s hands suddenly seem to be everywhere, he caresses and fondles my body and I begin to crave it so much, so I urge him to finally penetrate into me. He fulfilled this wish and I could yelp with enthusiasm when I finally feel him in me.

Slowly we begin to move, we still kiss and caress us. Our movements are always violent, water spray and foam through the entire bathroom, but we currently have only one goal...

Only minutes later, our love game reached its climax and C. "explodes" in me. I still move and so I come, only a short time later, to my pleasure…

The bath water is cold now, but none of us has the strength to stand up at the moment. Only when the cold is uncomfortable, we get out of the tub slowly.

The bathroom looks worse. Everywhere there are puddles and the foam sticks to the walls.

C. gives me a towel, binds to selfhood around the hips and begins to collect his clothes. From his cargos, he fishes his cell phone and typing a number. "Who you calling?" I ask, "So bad isn't the little bit of water on the floor."

"Shhhh" he says, to speak briefly in the cell phone: "Brian? Hey here is C. No, everything is okay. I just wanted to say that tomorrow, I still take a day off. You’re creates even without me.”

Switch off the phone, grinning at me and says: "Tomorrow we go shower together, okay?"

 

 

:laugh3: Your story was such fun to read, its left me inspired to write another one myself!

 

mainly because I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish that I was the protagonist in it! :P

 

OOhh I love this thread! :sneaky:

 

MORE SCHOOLBOYS, IT'S BRILLIANT!!:dance:

Next story is ready and as always not for minors ;)

 

 

 

Foam bath

 

 

Woom! I'm frightened, as our front door shut with a loud bang. Shortly after that I hear the key is throw on the commode in the entrance area and the work room door bangs. "Oddly," I think "what is happening now? C. is already back home, but he has just been made on the way to the Bakery? And why is he so angry? "

I go look now. However, the door is locked, and I hear C. loudly curse. I can't understand, about whom or what he complains, but if he's so furious, it must be really important. Actually he’s not as fast furious…

What I do now? I wait until he has calmed down and told me everything by itself? No, even if he's still angry, I must know instantly what is happening.

I knock on the door, but I receive no answer. But at least he no longer curses. "C. Please open the door and tell me what happened "I ask him. Still no answer. So slowly I have enough, I also hate it when he has a bad temper and is hiding in his shell. I know he wants to be alone from time to time, especially when he writes new songs, but this is something else. And that's why I start a further attempt to convince C. to finally open the door.

"Okay, what it is for a problem, you will not be solved by you Behave like a petulant toddler. Please open the door now and tell me what happened! If not, I also will treat you like a child and I think a punishment for you! "

And "punishments" are in my thoughts at the moment many… The moment is actually serious, but I've to almost laugh when I think about it, so I can "punish" C: the best - Chocolate withdrawal, hiding his surfboard or perhaps … No, the latter, I dare not to think, no sex would have to endure for me as difficult as for C.

But now opens the door and a contrite C. stand opposite me. "Don’t think that you can blackmail me, my darling. I give only because I know that you would not give peace, you have to enforce your will. "

He lets me enter, sits down at his piano and begins to play a few bars absentminded. Well, I thought we would finally talk, but I will not push him. After a while I noticed, however, tears running over his face - he's crying! "My God, what is happening only because" I think and get a little afraid slowly.

I'm cautiously closer to him, cover his shoulders and turned him around to me. He looks at me, teardrops runs over his face, and says: "I'm a wimp, I should not cry, but it hurts so much. I can't understand that they have banned me! "

"Banned?" I ask, "Who banned you?"

"The band and Brian took me leave of absence for today. I shall not come into the studio, they want me not at the moment. I’m dominant, I constantly pester with new ideas so we can't produce an album supposedly. I can't understand my own band kick in my ass. I didn't know that they think about me so bad! "

"Now calm yourself" I try to appease C.: "Certainly didn't they mean it really. Maybe they don't need you today. Be glad, so you have a day to relax.”

"Relax? I should just relax while we work on our new album? It’s a joke! My place should be in the band, and nowhere else! What should I sit around at home? "

That would give me an appropriate way of responding, but that would not be one that now wants to hear C. Therefore I say: "Okay, that was a stupid suggestion from me, sorry. But think no more. It doesn't change anything. Wait until tomorrow.”

I give him a kiss, emphasize through his hair with my fingers and let him alone.

On me still waiting a lot of work, but I've a guilty conscience, C. to let alone with his grief. Of course I know that he overreacted. But so he is, his music is the most important for him and the "Kicking" is hard for him.

While I actually have me concentrate on my work, I consider how I can brighten C. Or should I prefer to leave him alone?

I imagine, as he sits in front of his piano and ponders. And that's why I leave my work and will see what I can do for him...

At first I go into the bathroom, let the water run into the tub and added some shower gel. This strain with the chocolate fragrance is C.s favourite. I put towels ready and then pull me out, but not my underwear.

Now I go to C. Either this is a total flop, because he is still angry, or ... We'll see. Just as I thought, C. is sitting at the piano and stares out in front. It makes me sad to see him so and encourages me to bring him to other thoughts. I hug him from behind, nibble on his ears and whisper to him: "Come with me darling. It is time for a bit of relaxing." At the same time, my hands slide under his shirt and I begin to massage him gently. C. closes his eyes, his whole body is relaxed, and suddenly I know my strategy was right.

"Come my heart," I say once again "let's have a little bit fun!" I'm trying to pull him from his chair, but he holds me, takes me on his lap and kisses me. "What do you want?", C. asks between two kisses "what do you want that we could not do well here?"

"Come with me and let me surprise you." I slide from his lap, taking his hand and unresisting, he let lead from me.

We go up the stairs, but we did not get far because he hugs me suddenly and kisses me. And even if I enjoy this situation - the bath water will soon be cold.

Therefore I push C. in the direction of bath room. Finally arrived I "help" him to undress. He wants to do the same with me, but I climb into the tub - with underwear. This will of course immediately wet and sticks to me like a second skin.

C. immediately following me and I ask him to sit down between my legs. He rejects his back against my torso, closes his eyes and seems now to relax finally. I begin to massage his head, driving with my fingers through his beautiful hair, before I worked on his neck and bite softly into his ears. Now I spread some shower gel on my hands and begin to, to stroke his back. In between my hands move repeatedly forward, touching his nipples, sliding on his stomach, touching his legs. His body is now completely covered with foam, and his skin feels so wonderful that I can't stop to massage and caress him.

I could go on for hours, but C. turns around and says: "Give me the shower gel please." And now he begins to spoil me, as I did with him. I still wear my underwear and only when I'm covered all over with foam, C. starts me off these. He opens my bra, takes off, and fondles my breasts with his hands and his mouth. His hands glide deeper, it covers my ass, raises it and his lips touch my belly. C. kisses my belly, his tongue moves deeper and now finally he pulls out my slip.

It feels so good - bare skin on bare skin, bathing in the warm water. C. slipping back up to me, we kiss us. Kissing always fierce. C.s hands suddenly seem to be everywhere, he caresses and fondles my body and I begin to crave it so much, so I urge him to finally penetrate into me. He fulfilled this wish and I could yelp with enthusiasm when I finally feel him in me.

Slowly we begin to move, we still kiss and caress us. Our movements are always violent, water spray and foam through the entire bathroom, but we currently have only one goal...

Only minutes later, our love game reached its climax and C. "explodes" in me. I still move and so I come, only a short time later, to my pleasure…

The bath water is cold now, but none of us has the strength to stand up at the moment. Only when the cold is uncomfortable, we get out of the tub slowly.

The bathroom looks worse. Everywhere there are puddles and the foam sticks to the walls.

C. gives me a towel, binds to selfhood around the hips and begins to collect his clothes. From his cargos, he fishes his cell phone and typing a number. "Who you calling?" I ask, "So bad isn't the little bit of water on the floor."

"Shhhh" he says, to speak briefly in the cell phone: "Brian? Hey here is C. No, everything is okay. I just wanted to say that tomorrow, I still take a day off. You’re creates even without me.”

Switch off the phone, grinning at me and says: "Tomorrow we go shower together, okay?"

 

 

 

Holy Moly!!!!:smoking::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::wink3:

that story ...... phew lol x