Baggage
As Ryan Davis walked down the sidewalk through the crowds of people, the cold, winter wind tossled his hair while his feet stirred the puddles between the cracks in the pavement. He had both his hands thrust deep into his denim pockets and a scarf tied tightly around his neck to keep him warm. He looked straight ahead, confidently shy, and he sang to himself.
"I may have some baggage, baby,
but that doesn't mean that I can't love you,
It just means that you're gonna have to be patient,
If you want me so bad
take it slow and
I'll come around
'Cause you know I've been hurt in the past
And I just really want somethin' with you to last
But baby, I'm not sure I can handle somethin' right now
Just take it slow
and gimme time
and soon enough
I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours yeah"
"Aaaaaand CUT! Ok, Ryan. That was perfect. Go ahead and take a break for lunch while we get this next sequence set up, ok?"
Ryan simply nodded and headed off the set to his on-sight, personal trailor to relax. He made his way silently through the crowds of extras, techs, camera men, and producers, as they all showered him with compliments and accolades.
"Great job, Ryan!"
"I love your song, Ryan!"
"You look fantastic, Ryan. The camera really loves you!"
Ryan just smiled and nodded as he passed by them all. He had learned the best way to take a compliment is by feigning humility and recognition while acting as if you have somewhere very important to be. It was what he had become accustomed to. It was what his life had become. A rising star with a Grammy nominated debut album, a couple number one hit singles, and another one on the way. Ryan had been taking it all very well, actually, despite what some of the record execs had previously thought about him. For whatever reason, fame, fortune, and all the attention that goes along with those things, didn't seem to phase Ryan that much at all. He was still the same, relatively shy boy he had always been, albeit a bit more desireable ever since he started making all that money they were throwing at him.
When Ryan finally made it to his personal trailor and stepped inside, he nearly fell over after being accosted with hugs and kisses from his current boyfriend, Paul.
"Paul?" asked Ryan. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing," replied Paul with a cunning smile. "I just thought I'd drop by and say hello."
"This is a closed set, Paul. How did you get past the security?"
"I saw your agent and he recognized me and let me in."
"Oh...well, um...that's cool. How long have you been waiting?"
"Oh, not that long really. Maybe an hour or so."
"I'm sorry. If I had known you were here I would have told them I needed a break sooner and at least said hello."
"Well, if you had known I was here, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, now would it?"
"No. I guess it wouldn't have been..."
Ryan stared at his boyfriend, not sure of what to say next. For some reason, he just felt awkward, but he couldn't understand why he felt that way. Paul was just standing there, awfully close, with this big, stupid grin plastered across his face.
"Soooooo..." said Paul, "what's up?"
"Um...nothing really," Ryan replied, looking around the room, but for what he didn't know. "Ya know, just uh...shooting a music video."
"Well, I know THAT, silly! I meant like, what's up like, how ya feelin' like...ya know...what's up?!"
"I'm doin' pretty well. A little tired, I guess."
"Well, you certainly don't look tired. You look great."
"Yeah, well, make-up can work wonders, let me tell you," said Ryan, finally breaking their gaze and moving over to the mini-fridge. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"Naw. I'm not hungry."
"Well, I'm starving. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, of course not. Go ahead."
Ryan rummaged through the fridge, looking for something to eat, while Paul, continued prattling on.
"So, what song is this music video for again? Its been so long since the last time we've actually talked that I've forgotten."
"Baggage," Ryan said, from behind the door to the mini fridge. It sounded as if he had something in his mouth.
"What?"
Ryan appeared again from behind the fridge, swallowed a mouthful of fruit, and restated, "Baggage. The song is called Baggage."
"Which track is that on your cd? I don't know song titles, just the numbers."
Ryan stared blankly at Paul, a little hurt and confused. "Um...it's track number 4."
"Oh! Number 4?! Oh my gosh! I LOVE that song! That's like my favorite!" Paul's eyes lit up as he jumped up in his excitement, but then, an expression of confusion took over Paul's face. "Wait. Track 4 is called Baggage? That song has nothing to do with baggage. It's about some guy waiting for his turn for love or something like that."
"Oh...well, then I meant track number 5," Ryan said, trying to act as if it hadn't bothered him that his boyfriend didn't even know the title's to his songs. Ryan also wasn't too keen on the idea that his boyfriend just thought all the songs were about "some guy". Paul apparently wasn't aware that Ryan's songs actually meant something and weren't just created to be pop hits to sweep the nation. They had all come from the heart, and they were all based on real events and emotions. Ryan didn't have the balls to bitch about it though.
"Oh. That makes more sense. Track 5 is pretty cool, I guess." Paul paused for a moment. "Why are you releasing that one next?
"'Cause the last couple have been upbeat, and my record company wants another single with the kind of feeling that 'Unfinished' had. So, we're releasing 'Baggage'."
"Oh...ok," Paul said with a shrug. "Is everything ok? You seem a little...upset?"
"I'm just tired. These shoots are always so stressful. Thank God today is the last day."
"Here. Come lay down over here on the bed, and I'll give you a massage."
Ryan did as he was told and layed down on the bed with his cup of fruit.
"Roll over onto your stomach," Paul said gently.
Ryan rolled over and close his eyes while Paul straddled his boyfriend and began kneeding his shoulders and upper back. Paul might not have been the best conversationalist, but if there was one thing that Paul was good at, it was back rubs. And Ryan was loving every second of it. Paul started up at Ryan's shoulders and slowly worked his way down Ryan's spine, searching for any knot that needed to be worked out.
"Here. Lets take off your shirt," Paul said sweetly.
Ryan and Paul worked together to get Ryan's sweater off, and once they had it off, Paul went back to working on Ryan's back. It was much easier to find and work out the knots now, and Ryan seemed to be enjoying it much more as well. Without even knowing it, Ryan, with his eyes closed and his mind somewhere else, began to moan softly, as Paul continued to massage his boyfriend's smooth, muscular back. Every now and then, Paul would lean down and kiss a part of Ryan's back, tenderly. Eventually, Paul worked his kisses up and around to Ryan's neck and then closer to his ear. Very slowly and gently, Paul carressed Ryan's ear with his warm, wet tongue. Paul delicately stroked his boyfriend's ear with his tongue, and before long, Ryan was quite aroused. Ryan's moaning grew louder and louder as Paul continued to lick and kiss Ryan's ear. When Paul started to lightly suck on Ryan's earlobe, any and all inhibitions the two had went straight out the window.
Ryan turned over to face Paul, and immediately the two fell into a deep, seductive, passionate kiss. Their lips and tongues ignited something inside each other as their hands headed south. The first casualty was Paul's sweater and undershirt, followed by both boy's shoes and socks. Then, as they continued to kiss and fondle, Ryan's pants were slipped off, and then, Paul's pants were damned near ripped off.
The two boys laid there together, Ryan, in his pair of plaid boxers, and Paul, in his hot, little pair of black nylon bikini breifs, kissing each others lips and massaging each other's raging members. Ryan continued to moan in extasy while Paul refrained himself to just heavy breathing. Ryan was being loud enough for the both of them. However, it wasn't long before Paul stopped being able to control himself in other ways.
Paul broke away from their fit of passionate kissing and quickly reach down into Ryan's boxers. He quickly found what he was looking for and removed Ryan's boxers to claim his prize. Paul decided to skip the foreplay and formalities and engulfed Ryan's entire length and width in a split second. The sudden change of stimulation was almost too much for Ryan, as he grabbed onto the pillow behind his head and tensed his entire body. Ryan let out an extra loud moan as Paul started to work up and down Ryan's shaft with both his mouth and his hands. Paul's rhythm was slow at first, but it soon quickened as Ryan moaned and thrusted his body forward, going deeper and deeper into Paul's throat. Paul's head and hands were going up and down Ryan's shaft steadily as Paul's tongue swirled around inside his mouth, creating extra stimulation for Ryan.
And that extra stimulation was what did it.
Ryan could feel it coming. He opened his eyes quickly for the first time since the whole ordeal had started, and then quickly closed them again as his entire body tensed up. Closer and closer the rush barrelled down and out through his penis, as Ryan gasped for air, let out a moan, and then screamed.
"Oh God, yes! Lance!"
Ryan's body went limp as his orgasm continued to flow. His energy had been spent and so had he. Ryan laid there, silent for a moment, taking it all in. He could feel everything. The pillow. The sheets. The cold air conditioning blowing across his naked body. Paul, down by his legs, not moving.
Ryan looked down, and he saw that Paul was looking straight up at him into his eyes. Ryan looked into Paul's eyes and suddenly realized what had just happened.
"Oh my God," was all Ryan could say, while Paul gathered his articles of clothing and quickly put them on. Ryan tried to gather his garments as well, but he seemed to be having a harder time getting dressed than Paul was having. Paul finished getting dressed well before Ryan and just stood there for a moment.
"Wow, Ryan. I just thought it was a fucking song on some stupid pop cd. Not your whole fucking life story."
Paul opened the door to the trailor and stepped out into the cold, winter air. Even though Ryan called after him, Paul didn't look back, not even once.
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"I may have some baggage, baby,
but that doesn't mean that I can't love you,
It just means that you're gonna have to be patient,
If you want me so bad
take it slow and
I'll come around
'Cause you know I've been hurt in the past
And I just really want somethin' with you to last
But baby, I'm not sure I can handle somethin' right now
Just take it slow
and gimme time
and soon enough
I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, I'll be yours
I'll be yours, I'll be yours yeah"
"Aaaaaand CUT! Ok, Ryan. That was perfect. Go ahead and take a break for lunch while we get this next sequence set up, ok?"
Ryan simply nodded and headed off the set to his on-sight, personal trailor to relax. He made his way silently through the crowds of extras, techs, camera men, and producers, as they all showered him with compliments and accolades.
"Great job, Ryan!"
"I love your song, Ryan!"
"You look fantastic, Ryan. The camera really loves you!"
Ryan just smiled and nodded as he passed by them all. He had learned the best way to take a compliment is by feigning humility and recognition while acting as if you have somewhere very important to be. It was what he had become accustomed to. It was what his life had become. A rising star with a Grammy nominated debut album, a couple number one hit singles, and another one on the way. Ryan had been taking it all very well, actually, despite what some of the record execs had previously thought about him. For whatever reason, fame, fortune, and all the attention that goes along with those things, didn't seem to phase Ryan that much at all. He was still the same, relatively shy boy he had always been, albeit a bit more desireable ever since he started making all that money they were throwing at him.
When Ryan finally made it to his personal trailor and stepped inside, he nearly fell over after being accosted with hugs and kisses from his current boyfriend, Paul.
"Paul?" asked Ryan. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing," replied Paul with a cunning smile. "I just thought I'd drop by and say hello."
"This is a closed set, Paul. How did you get past the security?"
"I saw your agent and he recognized me and let me in."
"Oh...well, um...that's cool. How long have you been waiting?"
"Oh, not that long really. Maybe an hour or so."
"I'm sorry. If I had known you were here I would have told them I needed a break sooner and at least said hello."
"Well, if you had known I was here, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, now would it?"
"No. I guess it wouldn't have been..."
Ryan stared at his boyfriend, not sure of what to say next. For some reason, he just felt awkward, but he couldn't understand why he felt that way. Paul was just standing there, awfully close, with this big, stupid grin plastered across his face.
"Soooooo..." said Paul, "what's up?"
"Um...nothing really," Ryan replied, looking around the room, but for what he didn't know. "Ya know, just uh...shooting a music video."
"Well, I know THAT, silly! I meant like, what's up like, how ya feelin' like...ya know...what's up?!"
"I'm doin' pretty well. A little tired, I guess."
"Well, you certainly don't look tired. You look great."
"Yeah, well, make-up can work wonders, let me tell you," said Ryan, finally breaking their gaze and moving over to the mini-fridge. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"Naw. I'm not hungry."
"Well, I'm starving. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, of course not. Go ahead."
Ryan rummaged through the fridge, looking for something to eat, while Paul, continued prattling on.
"So, what song is this music video for again? Its been so long since the last time we've actually talked that I've forgotten."
"Baggage," Ryan said, from behind the door to the mini fridge. It sounded as if he had something in his mouth.
"What?"
Ryan appeared again from behind the fridge, swallowed a mouthful of fruit, and restated, "Baggage. The song is called Baggage."
"Which track is that on your cd? I don't know song titles, just the numbers."
Ryan stared blankly at Paul, a little hurt and confused. "Um...it's track number 4."
"Oh! Number 4?! Oh my gosh! I LOVE that song! That's like my favorite!" Paul's eyes lit up as he jumped up in his excitement, but then, an expression of confusion took over Paul's face. "Wait. Track 4 is called Baggage? That song has nothing to do with baggage. It's about some guy waiting for his turn for love or something like that."
"Oh...well, then I meant track number 5," Ryan said, trying to act as if it hadn't bothered him that his boyfriend didn't even know the title's to his songs. Ryan also wasn't too keen on the idea that his boyfriend just thought all the songs were about "some guy". Paul apparently wasn't aware that Ryan's songs actually meant something and weren't just created to be pop hits to sweep the nation. They had all come from the heart, and they were all based on real events and emotions. Ryan didn't have the balls to bitch about it though.
"Oh. That makes more sense. Track 5 is pretty cool, I guess." Paul paused for a moment. "Why are you releasing that one next?
"'Cause the last couple have been upbeat, and my record company wants another single with the kind of feeling that 'Unfinished' had. So, we're releasing 'Baggage'."
"Oh...ok," Paul said with a shrug. "Is everything ok? You seem a little...upset?"
"I'm just tired. These shoots are always so stressful. Thank God today is the last day."
"Here. Come lay down over here on the bed, and I'll give you a massage."
Ryan did as he was told and layed down on the bed with his cup of fruit.
"Roll over onto your stomach," Paul said gently.
Ryan rolled over and close his eyes while Paul straddled his boyfriend and began kneeding his shoulders and upper back. Paul might not have been the best conversationalist, but if there was one thing that Paul was good at, it was back rubs. And Ryan was loving every second of it. Paul started up at Ryan's shoulders and slowly worked his way down Ryan's spine, searching for any knot that needed to be worked out.
"Here. Lets take off your shirt," Paul said sweetly.
Ryan and Paul worked together to get Ryan's sweater off, and once they had it off, Paul went back to working on Ryan's back. It was much easier to find and work out the knots now, and Ryan seemed to be enjoying it much more as well. Without even knowing it, Ryan, with his eyes closed and his mind somewhere else, began to moan softly, as Paul continued to massage his boyfriend's smooth, muscular back. Every now and then, Paul would lean down and kiss a part of Ryan's back, tenderly. Eventually, Paul worked his kisses up and around to Ryan's neck and then closer to his ear. Very slowly and gently, Paul carressed Ryan's ear with his warm, wet tongue. Paul delicately stroked his boyfriend's ear with his tongue, and before long, Ryan was quite aroused. Ryan's moaning grew louder and louder as Paul continued to lick and kiss Ryan's ear. When Paul started to lightly suck on Ryan's earlobe, any and all inhibitions the two had went straight out the window.
Ryan turned over to face Paul, and immediately the two fell into a deep, seductive, passionate kiss. Their lips and tongues ignited something inside each other as their hands headed south. The first casualty was Paul's sweater and undershirt, followed by both boy's shoes and socks. Then, as they continued to kiss and fondle, Ryan's pants were slipped off, and then, Paul's pants were damned near ripped off.
The two boys laid there together, Ryan, in his pair of plaid boxers, and Paul, in his hot, little pair of black nylon bikini breifs, kissing each others lips and massaging each other's raging members. Ryan continued to moan in extasy while Paul refrained himself to just heavy breathing. Ryan was being loud enough for the both of them. However, it wasn't long before Paul stopped being able to control himself in other ways.
Paul broke away from their fit of passionate kissing and quickly reach down into Ryan's boxers. He quickly found what he was looking for and removed Ryan's boxers to claim his prize. Paul decided to skip the foreplay and formalities and engulfed Ryan's entire length and width in a split second. The sudden change of stimulation was almost too much for Ryan, as he grabbed onto the pillow behind his head and tensed his entire body. Ryan let out an extra loud moan as Paul started to work up and down Ryan's shaft with both his mouth and his hands. Paul's rhythm was slow at first, but it soon quickened as Ryan moaned and thrusted his body forward, going deeper and deeper into Paul's throat. Paul's head and hands were going up and down Ryan's shaft steadily as Paul's tongue swirled around inside his mouth, creating extra stimulation for Ryan.
And that extra stimulation was what did it.
Ryan could feel it coming. He opened his eyes quickly for the first time since the whole ordeal had started, and then quickly closed them again as his entire body tensed up. Closer and closer the rush barrelled down and out through his penis, as Ryan gasped for air, let out a moan, and then screamed.
"Oh God, yes! Lance!"
Ryan's body went limp as his orgasm continued to flow. His energy had been spent and so had he. Ryan laid there, silent for a moment, taking it all in. He could feel everything. The pillow. The sheets. The cold air conditioning blowing across his naked body. Paul, down by his legs, not moving.
Ryan looked down, and he saw that Paul was looking straight up at him into his eyes. Ryan looked into Paul's eyes and suddenly realized what had just happened.
"Oh my God," was all Ryan could say, while Paul gathered his articles of clothing and quickly put them on. Ryan tried to gather his garments as well, but he seemed to be having a harder time getting dressed than Paul was having. Paul finished getting dressed well before Ryan and just stood there for a moment.
"Wow, Ryan. I just thought it was a fucking song on some stupid pop cd. Not your whole fucking life story."
Paul opened the door to the trailor and stepped out into the cold, winter air. Even though Ryan called after him, Paul didn't look back, not even once.
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