by Ema Bancroft
"Guys,"said Cecil, his moustache shaking as he hooked his pants and shook his thumb toward the men behind him,"I think you know J. J. , Sam, Rafael and Chester. " His eyes turned to me.
"Tim, meet 4-square."
E. C.
Fucking square 4.
I mean, really? Square-4? What kind of name was that?
I was so angry when I heard they were going to be our opening act on this tour. Cecil, however, could not talk about it. He was the executive producer of the reality television show Music Men, which took sixteen aspiring star singers and turned them into a four-member band. He had molded them using the recipe of his tried-and-tested band of boys, and I had a sneaky suspicion that Cecil had more to do with who won a spot in the band than public phone calls or text voting. I mean, what were the chances they'd end up with a white, a black, an Asian and a native American?
Yeah. Cecil knew what he was doing.
I had nothing against boys, even though J. J. it irritated me that they were trying to ride with us. And now they were our opening act... and we would have to play two songs with them on stage?
Yeah. That was like nails on a fucking board.
Of course, Daisy didn't know anything about this, and as she looked at the other band with her eyes wide open, I kicked myself for not warning her. I saw a recognition flicker once Cecil introduced them, and I thought I should have seen them on TV.
Everyone saw them on TV. After the final episode of Music Men, the four of them worked on the talk show circuit like a two-dollar hooker, playing their new hit square Peg, Round Hole so many times that I knew the damn thing by heart.
I'm a squad, I'm an egg.
You're a rou-ound ho-ole.
But somehow we fit together.
Girl, you're making me lose control--oh-ol--
Okay, I had to admit the shit was catchy.
But now we would have to share the stage with these kids, and I would have to swallow my pride and work alongside them.
I didn't mean to say I had to like it.
"Hey, E. C. "Jaden Jones - a. k. a. J. J. he looked at me with an anxious smile on his face."
Since we sang the same part, J. J. seemed to think we should be best friends or something.
I nodded my head. "Hi."
"This is great, isn't it? " he said enthusiastically, as we stood in the middle of the stage to rehearse the first song we would do together - a mix of our song, You Blow My Mind and 4-Square's Dreaming of You. Although we had been rehearsing separately, this was the first time we'd been going over the songs together.
"I can't believe we're working together for three months! " continued pulling his blonde hair up to the shoulder towards a ponytail.
Cunt.
"It's gonna be such a festive party, isn't it? " He smiled with a smile, hitting me with his elbow, but he wouldn't give me a chance to answer. "We're gonna be all over the world, man! Think of the girls! I'll be your wing mate."
Totes? Did this bastard really just say "totes"?
"Not that you need a wing mate,"J. J. added quickly. I realized that Daisy was a few yards away from Chester's side while Eddie was talking to the sound guy. She wasn't looking at me, but I realized she was listening. The revealing blusher on her neck betrayed her every time.
I mean, you're E. C. Fucking Lynch! " J. J. he continued, laughing and snoring as he elbowed me again. "You probably have pussy around the block, don't you?"
Fortunately, Eddie spared me the agony of trying to talk to J. J. applauding and drawing our attention. The sound guy went overboard, delivering our wireless headphones. I put mine over my ear, adjusting the microphone and singing a You Blow My Mind chorus so that the guy on the dashboard could set the level.
"All right, let's get started,"shouted Eddie, pulling his pants down. We managed in two lines across the central stage, legs spread, hands clasped and heads bowed as we waited for the music to begin.
On the first blow, our heads appeared and then we danced in two separate groups while playing the introduction.
With the boys gathered in half a circle behind me, I sang the first lyrics:
I don't know where you come from.
But I know where you're going, girl.
Right here in my arms
Oh, shake my world...
Then J. J. jumped across the stage:??
Every night I close my eyes
I wish you were here.
For a few hours you're in my arms.
But then you disappear...
We all walk slowly towards each other, 5Point singing the chorus, and 4-Square appearing with a counter melody.
You drive me crazy... (I'm dreaming of you?)
Take my breath away... (only dreaming about you?)
I can't believe you're mine... (night is our time)?
Please tell me you're staying. Don't you want the day?
Honey, you're everything I ever wanted.
And nothing of what I thought I would have... (girl, if you leave me, you don't know what I'm going to do).
Say you'll be mine... (Because when I close my eyes, is it true?)
You drive me crazy... Am I only dreaming about you?
Ethan and Sam stepped forward, spinning around in a rap section, with Daisy and Chester interspersing some high runs, before we joined the chorus again. We came to a stop with the bands intermingled, our arms outstretched as the music came to an end.
I looked at Daisy, and she had the biggest smile on her face, which made me warm up everywhere.
It almost made it worth standing next to J. J.
Daisy
I was exhausted. After our first garden rehearsal, the next few days were blurred. I had lost count of the number of interviews we had done, and with the hours of rehearsals and costume tests, I had little time left for anything other than sleep.
Which means I didn't get a chance to finish what I started with Elijah that day in my bedroom.
Shit, that was hot.
Still, I was kind of glad to have had this time for myself. I knew that if I was in a room alone with Elijah, I probably wouldn't be able to resist the undeniable draw he had for me. I didn't think I could contain myself, and I was still a little scared about it.
Because even though I was beginning to accept the fact that I was falling in love with him, I knew there was a good chance... a great possibility... of him breaking my heart...
I wasn't an idiot. Elijah was hot... and he had a lot of options when it came to girls?
The problem was that I was starting to think it didn't matter. Maybe it was pathetic, but he was quickly reaching the point where he was taking what he could get - Elijah, as much and as much as he could have.
Can I do that? Live the moment and try not to think about the pain of the future? I wasn't sure.
I turned off the water tap and got out of the shower, drying and dressing quickly. After the shameful debacle of the tits a few days earlier, I made sure to have all my clothes, my Hartmann bandage and my dick sock ready and waiting in the bathroom every morning. I stretched a little bit, my muscles are sore, and I was really glad that we had to wake up so early for Today. It meant there was no time for morning training.
Take that, Roland Weaver.
I tightened my sock, touched my flat tits and went into the bedroom to put on my shoes while I looked at the clock. The limo would pick us up in a few minutes, and I felt a tingling sensation of apprehension at the thought. In a couple of hours, I'd be performing live on television in front of millions of people.
I was hoping I didn't throw up. Or trip. Or stumbles and then throws up.
God. This was a disaster waiting to happen.
A gentle knock on my door pulled me out of my demoralizing thoughts. I opened the door to find Elijah standing in the nerve corridor, moving back and forth on his feet and holding a brown paper bag.
"Can I come in for a second? " he asked quietly, peering down the hallway.
I stayed behind, allowing him to come in be
fore closing and closing the door behind him. "What's going on? " I asked.
Elijah did not see my eyes and his face blushed bright red. "I brought something for you,"he said.
I didn't understand why he was so nervous. "Uh…okay…? "I replied hesitantly."
"It's just... I thought about what you were doing,"said Elijah, turning to the rhythm of the room and running his free hand through his hair. "And I met this guy and asked him if he had a suggestion and he did, but I couldn't really go there and buy it, so he said he could get it for me."
"And you don't have to use it if you don't want to,"he added hurriedly. "I mean, if it makes you feel uncomfortable or something, because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but he said it should be very comfortable once you get used to it.
I raised one hand, completely confused. "Elijah, what are you talking about?"
He paused, staring at me for a second, before his eyes fell to the ground and threw the bag at me. "Here,"he said.
I took the bag, curiosity struggling with apprehension. "What is it?"
Elijah continued to stare at his feet. "Look inside."
I opened the top of the bag and looked inside. He could barely distinguish a kind of stain at the bottom of the bag, the light of the room shining slightly on the surface. I looked at Elijah and raised my hand slowly, putting my fingers around the bag. It was spongy, but hard... a little rubbery?
A ball? No, the shape wasn't right for a ball.
I took it out, staring at it for a moment in my open hand before I recognized the shape.
And when I did, I screamed and threw him to the ground in shock. It bounced a couple of times before settling between Elijah's feet.
"What the fuck? " Elijah's eyes approached mine.
"Is that a... a rubber penis? "I asked him in shock, wondering what kind of perverse game he was proposing. If I wanted to get that thing inside... well, at least I was going to have to invite me to dinner before I considered it.
I speculatively looked at the cock trembling. Maybe dinner and plenty of drinks.
Elijah turned his eyes, reaching for the rubber cock. Unfortunately, I chose that exact moment to catch up with him too, worried that I would have hurt Elijah's feelings by throwing him across the room. Our toes were found on soft silicone and we remained standing - me grabbing the shaft and Elijah's toes wrapped around the rubber balls. We seemed to notice our rather unusual position at the same time and we both released it again, watching it bounce off the floor and under the bed.
Elijah snorted and I lifted a finger, blushing with mortification. I said,"I'll get it,"I said, kneeling down on my knees and crouching in the dark to take out the dildo.
I thought I heard Elijah moaning, and I hoped I had not disturbed him with my reaction.
I got up and sat on the side of the bed, examining my gift and cleaning a bunny rabbit of dust on the tip. It was surprisingly realistic - flesh-colored with realistic veins and a slightly flared head.
Huh. Circumcision.
I wasn't sure exactly how you used it. It was pretty... lazy. It seemed that if you tried to put it on him it would simply bend... or drip back into the balls. I looked at him with concern.
"I thought you could use it,"Elijah explained.
I blushed even more. "That's very... very sweet of you, Elijah. Really. "I held it in one hand, absently bouncing the flexible shaft with my other fingers. It was kind of mesmerizing.
Elijah cleared his throat. I stopped bouncing.
I didn't want to refuse his gift, but this wasn't for me. I don't know if this is something I'm really into, you know? I've never used... toys before,"I told him, my face is so hot."
Elias blinked at me a moment before his mouth opened in shock. "Oh! No…no! It's not... God, I wouldn't give you... Shit! "He was as red as I was and closed his eyes for a moment, running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath.
"It's a packer..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck with my blank stare,"... a packing dildo... to wear instead of your sock. "He waved one hand at my crotch in explanation."
I looked down at my sock, and then at the dildo in my hand. "You mean I put this in my pants?"
"Yes. You have to use the leash. " Elijah picked up the bag he had thrown on the floor and sat down beside me. He reached into the bag, pulling out a black strap he hadn't noticed. He scrutinized it carefully, offering it to me. "Look, the balls come in here and then you put this part around your legs."
Shit. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.
Can I die... right now, please?
I put the dildo on the strap and lifted it up for examination. "Like this?"
Elijah just nodded. "So... like I said, you don't have to wear it -"?
"No! " I interrupted, grabbing the flaccid, molded cock that was near my chest as if I were afraid he would steal it from me.
"I like it! It's…awesome. Thank you. I'm going to put it on,"I said, getting up to move into the bathroom. "Don't leave. I want to make sure I do it right.
"Daisy, I don't know if there's really a way to do it wrong,"he said, his lips wringing a little.
Famous last words.
I went into the bathroom and took off my pants, then frowned on the straps in my hand. "On your underwear or underwear? " I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Shit, I don't know. Whatever feels comfortable, I guess.
Over. Definitely over. The last thing I needed was a dildos strap friction. I didn't even know if they had cream for that.
I managed to put the straps on my underpants and put my pants back on. I closed them carefully on top of my already quite impressive package without catching it in the zipper, thank God. The guys who went to the command should really stick to the flies on the buttons... just saying. I looked down, smiling satisfiedly before returning to the bedroom.
"Well, I said brilliantly, holding my arms and pushing my hips forward,"what do you think?"
Elijah's eyes narrowed in my crotch, a slight frown frowning at my crotch, curving his lips.
"What? " I asked, rushing to look in the mirror. "What's going on?"
Elijah joined me in the mirror, and we both stood aside for a moment, silently examining my package with our heads bowed.
"Move it to the other side,"Elijah finally suggested. I put my hand in my pants, moving the flexible shaft to the right.
"Better? I asked.
Elijah smiled. "Stallions always hang to the right."
Of course, that inevitably led me to check your package. My eyes widened when I seemed to grow up right in front of me. I broke my eyes and found Elijah in the mirror. His smile fell as his eyes warmed.
Little by little, he raised his hand, holding my hand in his. "Daisy,"he said quietly.
I swallowed deeply as he approached me, our eyes still stayed in the mirror. He moved me in front of him, not looking away as he leaned to press his lips against my neck.
"You always smell so good,"he whispered, with his arms around my waist as he kissed my neck.
Looking at it in the mirror somehow increased my senses, allowing me to feel every brush on your lips like a mark on my skin. He slid his hands toward my hips, pulling me gently. I could feel its hardness pressed into the crack of my ass, causing a dampness between my legs and a tingling over me.
Without warning, he tossed me around, threw me over his head and stole my breath with a devastating kiss.
Holy shit.
There was no tentativity... no hesitation... only lips and tongues, teeth scraping and finger grip. I pulled on his hair as he grabbed my waist under my shirt, rubbing and massaging my skin.
His hips moved against mine and I gasped at the sensation. "Shit!"
Elijah froze. "What's going on?"
I felt great pain. "Nothing... it's just..." I slipped his hands on his hips, squeaking against him. The same tingling sensation came from between my legs. " It just feels..."?
Elijah pushed me, smiling at my lips. "Are you all righ
t?"
I complained in response, unable to form words.
"It must be the dildo,"he snarled, continuing to rub me against myself. The gum put just the right amount of pressure against my clitoris, and I couldn't control my reaction. As Elijah pushed me against myself, I would back down, every time I felt better... hotter... amazing...".
He seemed to like it, too, if the grunts and curses that came out of his mouth were a sign. If I were in a more coherent state of mind, I would have wondered about the implications of Elijah enjoying rubbing against another penis - even if it wasn't real - but at this point, all I could think about was more....
More....
More....
I must have said it aloud, because before I knew what was going on, Elijah had turned around and laid me to bed, still kissing and grinding me against me. The added pressure was just what I needed, and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pushing our hips even closer together.
Elias moaned. "Fuck, Daisy..."
"God... Elijah... Don't stop..."?
"Shit! So good..."
The sensations that flowed from my clitoris formed abruptly, forcing the breath from my lungs and tightening each muscle.
I clung to Elijah's shoulders, each cell centered on that precise point of sensation... the tension that was forming throughout my body... the hot, sore beak that was getting closer and closer...
He reached under my shirt, slipped my Hartmann bandage in and grabbed my chest hard, lowering his head to drag his teeth down my nipple. I bowed in the brutal assault, the slight swallow of pain that only fueled burning pleasure.
"Elijah... I'm going to..." I whimpered...?
"Yes..." Elijah increased his actions, sucking my throbbing nipple into his mouth as he grabbed me hard, pulling me towards him?
"Oh God...." I knocked on the bed, every muscle tight as our feverish trousers and the sound of jeans rubbing against each other filled the room. I felt Elijah's body stiff, his mouth opened around my wet chest as his cock shook against me.
That was enough.
I repented against him as a flood of blinding pleasure that pierced me. Elijah pushed me again, and my nerves responded, sending even more delightful deliverance shooting through my body... spasms of tension and relaxation... tingling... tingling... tingling... palpitation... touching so damn good?
