Rapper’s Delight

With a quickness I jumped out of bed. I turned around and saw Cash in my bed. I covered my dick with my hands as much as I could. I ran into my bathroom.

“CASH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY FUCKING BED?!” I shouted from my bathroom.

Cash didn’t say anything. I put on some clothes and walked out. He was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me. I am still in shock to what I heard and saw in my bed.

“Justin, hear me out bro.” Cash said trying to explain.

“I do remember that night at the Sanctuary and I did feel something there. I know you did too.”

“Nigga, you still didn’t answer my question! What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I asked throwing up my hands.

“Look, shit, I assumed you were trying to tell me something in so many words. So, I wanted to surprise you in bed.” Cash said.

“I took it the wrong way. My fault, bro!”

“Christopher Cooper muthafukin Johnson! I didn’t say anything about getting in my bed. The fuck bruh? You into niggas now?” I asked. Cash sighed and looked away.

“I’ve always been into niggas and bitches. I’m someone who knows what he likes and only act on the feelings I have towards that person.” Cash said standing up. “You got a problem with that?”

I couldn’t believe I heard Cash say that. I’ve known this dude since I was ten years old. He’s never given me any signs that he was into men. I mean I’m not gonna judge him or cut him out my life. To be honest, I got a confession of my own. For a while now, I’ve been trying to keep up appearances for the media. Back in college, I had some experiences with one of my roommates on the low. He would suck my dick every now and then. We never fucked, but he did have a fat ass. I was just curious back then. I wanted to leave it all behind, but that night in Atlanta made all those urges come back up again. This is a lot going on all at once.

“Fuck! I see this is making you uncomfortable. Let me get the fuck out here!” Cash says as he walks towards the door.

“Hold on, bruh.” I said grabbing Cash’s hand. “Don’t leave.”

I don’t really know what made me do that, but I just didn’t want him to leave. There was something I needed to tell him.

“Listen, I can’t lie to you. What I felt that night was new for me. Here I am having some urges to my best friend, my nigga, you.” I said looking at Cash.

“Justin, I —“

“Hear me out. I asked you about that night because I wanted to see if there was something there between us and I just got my answer. To be honest, it wasn’t a night that went by when I didn’t think about it.” I said.

“Me either man. I tried to control it, but I felt a strong feeling to kiss you that night. You came to me when I was vulnerable. I put everything on the table and that night you saw me in my rawest form. I never open up to anyone like that.” Cash said.

“I know. It was new to me. I wanted to kiss you too.” I said looking into Cash’s eyes.

Cash kept looking into my eyes and moved his hand up my arm. I did the same thing and took a step closer. I could feel Cash’s heart beating in his chest. It was beating so fast like he was running a marathon. I guess he can felt my chest do the same thing. He licked his lips and leaned in. I closed my eyes and next thing, our lips connected. The feeling I got was like that Gushers commercial that exploded. Cash got some of the softest lips I’ve ever felt. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. This was the moment I almost melted in his arms. I tried to fight an urge or feeling that needed to be expressed. This felt good and something great in a long time.

“Damn you got some nice lips.” I said pulling back.

“You do too. And you brush your teeth. I fucks with that.” Cash said smiling. “What the fuck did we just do?” I asked.

“Something that was done when we were ready to do it.” Cash said.

Cash let go of me and I sat down on the bed. All of a sudden, everything started to rush at me at once. I just started my career as a rapper. Granted the world is starting to be cool with some rappers being openly gay or bi, but I don’t know if I want the entire world in my life. What is my family going to think? What am I going to do? RhinoS is going to kill me if I mess up his money! I can’t let my whole life—

“Aye, relax. I got your back, remember?” Cash asked gabbing my chin.

“Yeah. You always got me.” I said. Cash kisses my cheek.

“You don’t have to worry. I don’t plan to ever going public with anything in my personal life. I don’t expect you do it either.” Cash said.

“Plus, it’s only be twenty minutes since I told you the most personal shit about me.”

“Yeah you’re right. I don’t know why I let my brain play stupid scenarios.” I said. “I just need to chill.”

“Right. Just relax. I won’t let anything happen to you as long as I’m here.” Cash reassured me.

“But don’t this feel like that movie, the one with Whitney Houston in it?” I asked.

“Nigga, you talking about The Bodyguard.I’m so fuckin weak!” Cash laughed. I can’t lie I laughed too. “Man, one thing you can take from that movie is that people never knew how they felt for each other. Even in the end.”

“Yea. That’s a good point. Well, I guess I’m Rachel and you’re Frank.” I laughed. “You got jokes I see.” Cash laughed.

This was all so new to me and Cash. Two homies opening up to each other about their feelings. I mean when I was growing up my dad would tell me that a man is to never express their feelings. It was hard to do that to anyone that came into my life. Cash really makes me feel good. I can truly say that I’m glad that we both believe in keeping it real with each other. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Happy, free, and home.

“You wanna stay in my bed tonight?” I asked looking at Cash.

“Only if you’re cool with it. I will stay in your bed every night.” Cash said with a smirk.

“Let’s just get through tonight and see how it goes.” I said smiling back.

I grabbed Cash’s beard and pulled him to my lips. We kissed and held each other all night. After this fucked up year, this was gonna be the best sleep I had in a long time.

*A few hours later*

I woke up thinking this was all a dream. I turned over and Cash was not in my bed. That side of my bed was made up as if no one was sleeping there. That was odd as fuck because I could’ve sworn that nigga slept in my bed last night. I got up and brushed my teeth and put a hot towel to my face. I grabbed my robe and walked into my living room and there was Cash playing on my PS4 with no shirt on. Just like a nigga.
“Cash, bruh, what the fuck you doing playing the game this early?” I said walking in the kitchen to see a mess. “And you made breakfast, but I see there’s none for me.”“Nigga, calm down. I made enough for...one person. Me! You got plenty of food to make you something.” Cash said playing the game.

Now, my blood was starting to boil. I was ready to throw the frying pan at this nigga. How you gonna come into my kitchen and make yourself some breakfast? Then, have the audacity to tell me to make my own. Trouble in paradise? Nah, fuck that shit. It’s more like a shootout in paradise. I should’ve known he was gonna act like that after last night. You open up to somebody and they become an asshole out of nowhere. I went in my fridge and pulled out some cold pizza. Put it on the plate and opened the microwave. Then, I saw it. A whole plate full of breakfast on it. Pancake with blueberries, two piece of bacon, cheese grits, and scrambled eggs. Did this nigga—

“Ha! I knew you were gonna go into the microwave, so I put it in there. Gotcha ass!” Cash laughed.

I turned around and this fool had the kitchen table set with some fruit and his plate. I legit started smiling like the Kool-Aid man. He really made me some breakfast.

“You probably thought I was being a real asshole after last night, weren’t you?” Cash asked with sly smirk.

“Shut the fuck up. You ain’t shit you know that.” I said starting to laugh.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Cash said pulling me in for a kiss. I kissed him back.

“Can we eat now? A nigga is starvin.” I said reaching for my plate.

We sat the table eating and laughing. He told me that last night was very real to him and I couldn’t agree with him more. We discussed restrictions on how we operate in public. It would be completely professional and nothing more out there. We can’t let our feelings get the best of us. Sex is something that will have to be looked at in a distant, but near future. I’m not sure if I’m ready to do any of that yet. I may have gotten my dick sucked, but never fucked or the other way around. I did tell him about that experience and he told me about his. I didn’t know the school bully in high school got down like that. You never know a muthafuka until later on. Ha! The story of my life.

After we were done eating, we got dressed and headed out. I told him that we needed to stop by a store to pick up my clothes for the tour. He didn’t know it was Nessy’s store. We pulled up and he was surprised at how big it was.

“Yo, who’s store is this? I see some nice shit in the windows.” Cash said looking above his sunglasses.

“This is Nessy’s store. She lives and works here now.” I said turning off the car.

“Nigga, what? Nessy works here.” Cash said with excitement. “Wait she’s making your tour clothes, too?”

“Yeah and she don’t have a clue that your my head of security. So, I felt like it would be a good time to tell her before the streets do. You know how she can get.” I said shaking my head.

We got out the car and walked up to the store. People were standing outside waiting to get in. I made sure to be the first one in and out. As I got closer, people started to scream my name and it was getting crazy. Luckily, Cash was there keeping the people in line. I slid in a couple of pictures and shook a few hands, then went inside.

“Well, well, look who decided to come in on time?” Nessy said griving me a hug.

“Man, whatever. I’m on time even when I’m not on time.” I said.

“See, I told you that you should’ve finished school. That made no sense.” Nessy laughed. Then, Cash walked in. Nessy saw him and ran over to him. She was so happy to see him.

“Cash, oh my God! What are you doing here?” Nessy asked gleefully.

“Well, you are looking at Justice’s new Head of Security.” Cash said proudly.

“Wait a minute! You lyin!? Are you for real?!” Nessy asked hitting my arm.

“Yea, he really is part of the team and the perfect guy for it.” I smiled and Cash smiled back.

“Well, now that the crew is back together. I got to get you into some of these clothes.” Nessy said grabbing Cash’s hand.

They ran around the store for a while. Cash came back with ten different outfits and Nessy handed me my clothes for the tour. I told Nessy that our kids were coming in for the weekend and it would be good if she comes by. She agreed to make it and we hugged goodbye. I walked out of the store catching a few more pictures with the crowd and Nessy let them in. We got back in the car and drove over to the studio. See we can keep it professional in public. Baby steps because one day this shit might get harder.