The Men of the Voice

By Supreme Britian

Published on Jan 18, 2013

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The Men of the Voice (US)

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Questions? Comments? Email me at supremebritian@yahoo.com. I'll always answer personally.

This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as true. You must be 18+ to read this! This is based on the tv show "The Voice" with Adam Levine, Blake Shelton, Christina Aguilera, and Ceelo Green.

Chapter 7

"Dez, wake up," I say shaking his shoulder for the 5th time.

He stays asleep, moaning, deep in thoughts. Well I know another way.. I touch his lips to mine, hos eyes instantly flutter open.

"Get up sleepy head, going to the studio today." I say going over to his closet. I take out simple black skinny jeans, a black v-neck, and a nice leather jacket.

"Here put this on," I say throwing the clothes on his bed.

He wipes his eyes from debris and looks up at me, delightfully shirtless.

"Did you kiss me?" He says smirking

"I'll admit to nothing, get up, were leaving in 30 minutes."

I walk out the room into the hall, fixing my hair in the mirror on the wall. After I'm certain it's perfectly messy I walk into the kitchen. I glance at Blake's note again.

"Going to the studio early. Suprise waiting. See you there" Followed by a wink and a heart.

I'm still glancing at the note when I hear Dez come out.

"Are you happy? " He says doing a twirl in his new clothes.

"Yes, I am. Did you make your bed?"

"Are you my father?"

"Well some men do call me daddy, go" I say with a smile.

"Ok daddy," he says going back into his room. He does fit those jeans well.

Once he comes back out of his room I grab the keys and my wallet.

"Lets go."

We drive the short 15 minutes to the record studio and I park in my usual spot. He looks nervous, extremly nervous. I grab his hand and give him a reasurring smile.

"It's gonna be alright."

We get out the car and we walk inside. Familar faces surround me. Alice, the secretary, hands me some papers and tells us which studio were in. We walk to the elevators and I push the button. We wait in silence.

The doors beep open and there's a familar face inside.

"Adam!" I say exstatic. No other than Mr. Lambert himself.

"Adam," he says walking over to hug me, "Is that?'

"Yeah Dez, Adam Lambert. Adam, Dez."

"You know I voted for you," Adam says shaking Dez's hand.

"Same," Dez says flashing his usual boyish smile.

"I heard you have a new album coming up," he says their hands still touching.

"Yeah," Dez says blushing. This couldn't be anymore intersting.

"Well if you want to collab, here's my cell" Adam says handing him a card, walking out the elevator, "Bye Adam, and Dez," he says sneaking a wink.

The elevator doors close and Dez is holding the number in his hand like it's gold.

"You like him," I say poking him in the side.

"Nu uh," He says giddly.

"Uhhuh, I see you two."

Dez blushes widly and the elevator stops and dings.

"Our floor," I say.

We walk out into the hall, fairly empty, being it's Sunday. We walk into the studio and see Blake fidddiling with the sound board.

He lights up when we walk in and I remind myself that I can't kiss him. Well there's no one in the room.

"Dez has a date with Adam Lambert," I say pecking him on the cheek.

"Go Dez," Blake says playfully punching him in the arm. Dez's flows red again, " Ok, I've got some songs ready. We need to get your debut song picked. Listen,"

Blake plays the songs, not bad at all. A mix of pop, rock and a dash of blues. Dez nods his head in agreement.

"Not bad, any lyrics?' Dez says calmly.

"Nope not yet, that's up to you and Chris." Blake says pointing to the office on the end of the room, "Adam come with me."

Dez walks over to the room, and I follow Blake to a private bathroom.

"And why are we here Blake?" I say closing the door behind us.

"Your suprise,"

"Oh?"

I laugh as he takes a guitar from under the sink and begins to sing... Lady Gaga

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance," he sings acoustic.

"Blake..." I say giggly

"I want your love and I want you revenge.." We sing together,"I want your love, I don't wanna be friends. The animal is coming for revenge, I want your love, I dont wanna be friends. I don't wanna be friends. I don't wanna be friends! Want your bad romance! Want your bad romance!"

He drops the guitar and pulls me in for a kiss. I run my fingers through his hair, savouring the rough kiss. He lifts me on the counter and continues the encounter. I rip his shirt off and buttons fly everywhere. He returns the favor freeing me of mine. He starts to slowly kiss down my neck... then chest, bitting the nipples lightly all the way down. He reaches my crotch. He slowly unzips the zipper.

"My underwear?" he says looking up to me.

"Uh huh," I say mentally cheering my self.

"They fit you nicely," he says moving my pants down.

He stares for a moment enjoing the view and licks through the underwear. He rips the cloth with his teeth exposing all of me. He then takes me into his mouth, inch by inch, circling his tounge around. I thrust up my hips in need. I'm close, really close. I throw back my head, my nerves tingle as an orgasm nears, but he takes his mouth away

"Not yet," He says clearly proud of himself,"Ride."

Even his voice can make me climax, but I know what that means. He wants me inside.

He pulls down his pants and underwear all at once and exposes his All-American, country fed bottom. Thank you Mrs. Shelton.

He eases on to me, already lubed from his mouth I glide easily in. He goes all the back, fully consuming me. We both moan savouring the sweet connection. He begins to slowly eases on and off, grinding against me. I reach for the handsoap and I begin to massage his erection.

We continue this rhythum, grinding, rubbing. I can feel it. That familar feeling starts to wash over me. Blake's love courses through my veins as a overwhelming orgasm takes place. I call out his name, lost in exstacy. I look out my eyes and notice a camera on the wall.

-To be continued-

It's time for some drama

Questions? Comments? Email me at supremebritian@yahoo.com. I'll always answer personally.

Next: Chapter 8


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