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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fucking fuck!

I just can't get this!

We've been recording nonstop for the last 13 hours and about an hour and half of that was on this one part alone. You see for one of the new songs we need a couple of moans thrown in for a little bit of shock appeal at the end. Jayy of course had them done in less than five minutes. I on the other hand have been at it with absolutely no luck. I just can't get them right. At least not with Jayy sitting there and watching me. It's not like I can just ask him to leave though. I sat through his, quite painfully too, and plus, I'd have to explain why I want him to leave. Yeah, I can just imagine how that'll go…"Hey Jayy, would you mind leaving for a minute cause the way you're staring at me is really hot and I think I might just actually moan out your name as I imagine you bending me over the soundboard and fucking me so hard we break it? Thanks, I'd really appreciate it."

Yeah…so not gonna happen. That look in his eyes though…its like he's trying to burn a hole in me and I just can't take my eyes off of him. He's gripping the edge off his seat too…I think he's getting a bit fed up waiting for me to finally finish so we can go home and sleep for the next 10 hours.

"Guys…" God, I feel so pathetic right now, "I'm sorry. Can we just take like a 10 minute break or something? I just can't seem to get it right now."

Over the mic I hear a confirmation…along with some muttering about taking a couple shots of Jack. I really didn't think it was that bad…kind of. While I was waiting for everyone to clear out, I took a couple deep breaths and tried to refocus my attention solely on just getting this done so we can leave. I think I might just have to ask Jayy to wait somewhere else while I finish this last track for the night.

I was just walking for the door when I ran into a warm body in front of me and stumbled back. The tight black V-neck with multiple tattoos sticking out was a dead give away of who it was. With a light pink tinting my cheeks I looked up at him and waited for the obvious question.

"What's wrong with you tonight?" He asked soft and concerned, "Is something bugging you?"

I cast my gaze down and shook my head. "I don't know…" I whispered, "I just can't get it right…It feels too…forced." I gave a heavy sigh and moved to walk past him. Maybe if I sit down for a little bit I'll relax enough to get this over with. Before I could even step aside I felt his hand catching my arm. I looked back up at him and asked what was up. I really don't want to talk about this anymore, especially not with him.

"Why does it feel forced?"

"I don't know!" I replied defeatedly, "Something just doesn't feel right about it. It just feels awkward or something."

"Mm…" he mused softly. "Why don't you just pretend it's one those girls you brought home before? Maybe that'll help…" He encouraged softly. His voice sounds a bit tired or something. He must really want to go back and lay down. I feel so bad that I'm making him stay here. Maybe I could just tell him to take the car and I'll sleep here for the night. There's a couch and we're coming back tomorrow anyway.

"I don't think that'll do it…," 'I'd rather think about you…', "It just won't be real."

He gave a little murmur of thought and I watched curiously as he seemed to be sorting things out in his head. An idea popped up soon and he rushed out of the room. I was about to follow him but in about 10 seconds he came back in looking just a bit excited with a little smirk on his face. Instead of stopping in front of me, he continued until he was way too close and I backed up but still he kept advancing on me. When I hit the wall behind me I jumped and let out a high squeak of surprise.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked nervously. That expression he has is more than a little unsettling.

He held my waist in a strong grip against the wall and leant close to my ear. "I'm gonna make it real for you…" he whispered just before he kissed the shell.

I didn't have time to even say 'what' before his lips were over mine and his hands were beneath my shirt. I don't know what he's trying to do and I know I should push him off but instead, I'm ashamed to admit, I pulled him close to me and practically shoved my tongue down his throat. I felt a light moan echo from him as he played with the wet muscle, sucking softly and biting my lip as he pulled back.

I was about to protest his retreat but he found his way down my neck and kissed where ever there was exposed skin. I moaned quietly but it was not enough for him as I soon found out when he nipped and bit at my tattoos. His hand withdrew from my waist and trailed slowly to the front of my jeans. I was already going hard but when he touched me it took very little time to complete the job. He teased with light rubbing until I moaned pathetically that he do more. I could plainly feel a smirk against my skin as he slowly drew down my zipper and traced his fingers over my very proudly pitched tent. I whined for him to continue but he merely ignored it with a little chuckle.

I was pushing myself into his hand, encouraging him on, but he only pulled back his hand and lips to look at the mess he made. As he smirked down at me I knew that he was enjoying this far more than I was. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get any friction going soon. "Please Jayy," I pleaded.

"'Please Jayy' what?" He teased me.

"Please…Please just do something! I don't care what! A handjob, blowjob, even fuck me into the floor, just get me off!" I begged him. Man, I sound so pathetic and needy but I gotta have it now or I'll go crazy.

"Mm…I would love to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for week but…" he said thoughtfully.

"Jayy, please! I need you so bad!"

That last sentence seemed to catch him off guard and he looked down shocked at me. I meant every word but I don't think he believes it…at least not entirely.

"Jayy, please," I begged, "It doesn't have to be now, I'll let you do it later if you want. Please just let me finish."

"Is that a promise?" he asked dead serious.

"Yes, it is. Please…baby?" That little nickname gave me a clearly shocked and happy face and soon he crashed his lips against mine. As I returned every ounce of the force, his hands quickly drew down my boxers and he was stroking me rapidly. I thrust up into him, entirely aware of just how desperate I looked as I did this. His mouth left mine and I panted harshly as I looked down to him dropping to his knees in front me.

He gave a glance back up as he slipped my head past his swollen lips. "Fuck, Jayy" I gasped out. I never thought I would see him like this. At least not in front of me of all people. Before I could stop myself I was thrusting deep into his mouth and down his throat. I moaned his name loudly until I realized just what I had done and pulled back, apologizing profusely. He just smiled up at me and said it was ok. "You can do whatever want…" he whispered. To my unspoken but clear unsure position, he replied, "Yes, you really can."

I wasted no time in pushing my way back into his warm mouth and forcing myself down his surprisingly relaxed cavern. God, he must have done this more than I thought. Fuck, who gives a shit, I need release more than anything right now. My eyes shut as I moaned out every praise I could think of, mixed with several extremely loud mentions of his name. His hands guided mine to his hair and very grateful for something to hold on to, I held him perhaps a bit too tight. He moaned loudly around me, vibrations filling his throat and echoing around my now aching and leaking member.

I was incredibly pleased by this reaction, and I will certainly use it in the future, but for now this is exactly what I need to finally finish. I pulled his hair at varying times and with every different strength I got a new delicious groan around me. By now I was so close that I was simply just whining and moaning, unable to form any type of full sentence. I soon felt myself struggling to hold back and I looked down to find Jayy staring up at me. Was he doing that the whole time and I missed it?

I whimpered out as a warning that I was close. He gave a small nod to my unasked question and no sooner had I been answered, I shot my load down his throat with a load moan of his name. I pulled his hair harder than before and that screaming muffled moan just made the feeling all the better. As my orgasm receded, my thrusts slowed until I finally pulled myself out. My cum was dripping from his lips but all he did was smile up at me. I panted for air as I pulled myself back together enough for me to grab his shirt and forced him in front of me for another kiss. He pulled me close to him until air became an issue and led me by the hand back out into the sound booth. He immediately walked over to the board and turned off a small button next to a bright red light.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had done and immediately my cheeks flared up…especially after he played everything back just to prove it. I should be mad at him but after all that I just couldn't find any trace of it.

"You know, we're going to have to cut a couple parts out of that before we use it."

"Aww, really?" he whined.

"Uh, yeah! The full tape is not leaving this studio."

"Except on my ipod and laptop…" he muttered.

"What was that?" I blurted out as soon as I caught what he said.

With a very pleased smile, he walked over to the laptop that kept a second copy of everything we recorded and plugged in was his ipod. Before I could stop him, he pulled that track over to the little icon and I watched helplessly as it transferred over into his library.

As it loaded he turned back to me and pulled my body close to him. "Mad?" he whispered.

"A little…" It was true but secretly I'm actually a bit pleased that we'll have our own copy of it to listen to later.

"Well, I know a way to fix that…"

"Oh?" I asked, feigning confusion. "And how's that?"

"When I take you up on your promise and fuck you so hard the entire floor hears you screaming for me."

"Mm…sounds promising…"

"Leave now?" he asked.

"Let's just wait a little until the others find the tape. I can't wait to see their faces."

"Record it?"

"Definitely."

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fucking fuck!

I just can't get this!

We've been recording nonstop for the last 13 hours and about an hour and half of that was on this one part alone. You see for one of the new songs we need a couple of moans thrown in for a little bit of shock appeal at the end. Jayy of course had them done in less than five minutes. I on the other hand have been at it with absolutely no luck. I just can't get them right. At least not with Jayy sitting there and watching me. It's not like I can just ask him to leave though. I sat through his, quite painfully too, and plus, I'd have to explain why I want him to leave. Yeah, I can just imagine how that'll go…"Hey Jayy, would you mind leaving for a minute cause the way you're staring at me is really hot and I think I might just actually moan out your name as I imagine you bending me over the soundboard and fucking me so hard we break it? Thanks, I'd really appreciate it."

Yeah…so not gonna happen. That look in his eyes though…its like he's trying to burn a hole in me and I just can't take my eyes off of him. He's gripping the edge off his seat too…I think he's getting a bit fed up waiting for me to finally finish so we can go home and sleep for the next 10 hours.

"Guys…" God, I feel so pathetic right now, "I'm sorry. Can we just take like a 10 minute break or something? I just can't seem to get it right now."

Over the mic I hear a confirmation…along with some muttering about taking a couple shots of Jack. I really didn't think it was that bad…kind of. While I was waiting for everyone to clear out, I took a couple deep breaths and tried to refocus my attention solely on just getting this done so we can leave. I think I might just have to ask Jayy to wait somewhere else while I finish this last track for the night.

I was just walking for the door when I ran into a warm body in front of me and stumbled back. The tight black V-neck with multiple tattoos sticking out was a dead give away of who it was. With a light pink tinting my cheeks I looked up at him and waited for the obvious question.

"What's wrong with you tonight?" He asked soft and concerned, "Is something bugging you?"

I cast my gaze down and shook my head. "I don't know…" I whispered, "I just can't get it right…It feels too…forced." I gave a heavy sigh and moved to walk past him. Maybe if I sit down for a little bit I'll relax enough to get this over with. Before I could even step aside I felt his hand catching my arm. I looked back up at him and asked what was up. I really don't want to talk about this anymore, especially not with him.

"Why does it feel forced?"

"I don't know!" I replied defeatedly, "Something just doesn't feel right about it. It just feels awkward or something."

"Mm…" he mused softly. "Why don't you just pretend it's one those girls you brought home before? Maybe that'll help…" He encouraged softly. His voice sounds a bit tired or something. He must really want to go back and lay down. I feel so bad that I'm making him stay here. Maybe I could just tell him to take the car and I'll sleep here for the night. There's a couch and we're coming back tomorrow anyway.

"I don't think that'll do it…," 'I'd rather think about you…', "It just won't be real."

He gave a little murmur of thought and I watched curiously as he seemed to be sorting things out in his head. An idea popped up soon and he rushed out of the room. I was about to follow him but in about 10 seconds he came back in looking just a bit excited with a little smirk on his face. Instead of stopping in front of me, he continued until he was way too close and I backed up but still he kept advancing on me. When I hit the wall behind me I jumped and let out a high squeak of surprise.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked nervously. That expression he has is more than a little unsettling.

He held my waist in a strong grip against the wall and leant close to my ear. "I'm gonna make it real for you…" he whispered just before he kissed the shell.

I didn't have time to even say 'what' before his lips were over mine and his hands were beneath my shirt. I don't know what he's trying to do and I know I should push him off but instead, I'm ashamed to admit, I pulled him close to me and practically shoved my tongue down his throat. I felt a light moan echo from him as he played with the wet muscle, sucking softly and biting my lip as he pulled back.

I was about to protest his retreat but he found his way down my neck and kissed where ever there was exposed skin. I moaned quietly but it was not enough for him as I soon found out when he nipped and bit at my tattoos. His hand withdrew from my waist and trailed slowly to the front of my jeans. I was already going hard but when he touched me it took very little time to complete the job. He teased with light rubbing until I moaned pathetically that he do more. I could plainly feel a smirk against my skin as he slowly drew down my zipper and traced his fingers over my very proudly pitched tent. I whined for him to continue but he merely ignored it with a little chuckle.

I was pushing myself into his hand, encouraging him on, but he only pulled back his hand and lips to look at the mess he made. As he smirked down at me I knew that he was enjoying this far more than I was. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get any friction going soon. "Please Jayy," I pleaded.

"'Please Jayy' what?" He teased me.

"Please…Please just do something! I don't care what! A handjob, blowjob, even fuck me into the floor, just get me off!" I begged him. Man, I sound so pathetic and needy but I gotta have it now or I'll go crazy.

"Mm…I would love to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for week but…" he said thoughtfully.

"Jayy, please! I need you so bad!"

That last sentence seemed to catch him off guard and he looked down shocked at me. I meant every word but I don't think he believes it…at least not entirely.

"Jayy, please," I begged, "It doesn't have to be now, I'll let you do it later if you want. Please just let me finish."

"Is that a promise?" he asked dead serious.

"Yes, it is. Please…baby?" That little nickname gave me a clearly shocked and happy face and soon he crashed his lips against mine. As I returned every ounce of the force, his hands quickly drew down my boxers and he was stroking me rapidly. I thrust up into him, entirely aware of just how desperate I looked as I did this. His mouth left mine and I panted harshly as I looked down to him dropping to his knees in front me.

He gave a glance back up as he slipped my head past his swollen lips. "Fuck, Jayy" I gasped out. I never thought I would see him like this. At least not in front of me of all people. Before I could stop myself I was thrusting deep into his mouth and down his throat. I moaned his name loudly until I realized just what I had done and pulled back, apologizing profusely. He just smiled up at me and said it was ok. "You can do whatever want…" he whispered. To my unspoken but clear unsure position, he replied, "Yes, you really can."

I wasted no time in pushing my way back into his warm mouth and forcing myself down his surprisingly relaxed cavern. God, he must have done this more than I thought. Fuck, who gives a shit, I need release more than anything right now. My eyes shut as I moaned out every praise I could think of, mixed with several extremely loud mentions of his name. His hands guided mine to his hair and very grateful for something to hold on to, I held him perhaps a bit too tight. He moaned loudly around me, vibrations filling his throat and echoing around my now aching and leaking member.

I was incredibly pleased by this reaction, and I will certainly use it in the future, but for now this is exactly what I need to finally finish. I pulled his hair at varying times and with every different strength I got a new delicious groan around me. By now I was so close that I was simply just whining and moaning, unable to form any type of full sentence. I soon felt myself struggling to hold back and I looked down to find Jayy staring up at me. Was he doing that the whole time and I missed it?

I whimpered out as a warning that I was close. He gave a small nod to my unasked question and no sooner had I been answered, I shot my load down his throat with a load moan of his name. I pulled his hair harder than before and that screaming muffled moan just made the feeling all the better. As my orgasm receded, my thrusts slowed until I finally pulled myself out. My cum was dripping from his lips but all he did was smile up at me. I panted for air as I pulled myself back together enough for me to grab his shirt and forced him in front of me for another kiss. He pulled me close to him until air became an issue and led me by the hand back out into the sound booth. He immediately walked over to the board and turned off a small button next to a bright red light.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had done and immediately my cheeks flared up…especially after he played everything back just to prove it. I should be mad at him but after all that I just couldn't find any trace of it.

"You know, we're going to have to cut a couple parts out of that before we use it."

"Aww, really?" he whined.

"Uh, yeah! The full tape is not leaving this studio."

"Except on my ipod and laptop…" he muttered.

"What was that?" I blurted out as soon as I caught what he said.

With a very pleased smile, he walked over to the laptop that kept a second copy of everything we recorded and plugged in was his ipod. Before I could stop him, he pulled that track over to the little icon and I watched helplessly as it transferred over into his library.

As it loaded he turned back to me and pulled my body close to him. "Mad?" he whispered.

"A little…" It was true but secretly I'm actually a bit pleased that we'll have our own copy of it to listen to later.

"Well, I know a way to fix that…"

"Oh?" I asked, feigning confusion. "And how's that?"

"When I take you up on your promise and fuck you so hard the entire floor hears you screaming for me."

"Mm…sounds promising…"

"Leave now?" he asked.

"Let's just wait a little until the others find the tape. I can't wait to see their faces."

"Record it?"

"Definitely."