Blake was sauntering, his hair shining under the bright-as-day lights of Times Square. He looked completely in his element, but he also seemed to Chris to be the sort of fellow who was always in his element, and certainly always in motion. Even when he wasn't moving the air around him crackled with energy; Chris was excited that Blake wanted to take him along after they'd known each other for such a short time. He wondered what Blake looked like when he was still, but that would probably mean being asleep.
This is a fantastic description of Blake. I could easily believe Chris having these thoughts about Blake during Hollywood week.
A vision: Blake sleeping in the sun, cool white sheets around bare shoulders, peaceful weekend morning, and Chris leaning over to kiss him awake. Blake smiles, opens those golden brown eyes, murmurs, "Hi, Chris."
Mmmmm, pretty picture. I like Chris' daydream.
Chris quickly changed the subject. "Was that Ryan Seacrest, the DJ, that I saw walking out of the office with Cowell a few minutes ago?"
Hee. Sneaky Rymon love. &hearts
"Well where have you been, little one?" she asked as she sank into one of the empty chairs.
Awww... Mindy Doo. I could totally hear her say that.
He smiled at Chris, a bright yet conspiratorial smile, and Chris grinned back. Crush or no, they definitely had musical chemistry, which was more to the point.
Yes, musically chemistry. I cannot wait to hear their single.
"I don't see anything that needs fixing, Miss Doolittle," Chris said.
Chris is such a good sweet Southern boy.
But he could sit back and enjoy the way the sound hit his ear, the way that Blake seemed lit from within, singing out there without a net, free of every restriction, trading solos back and forth with the other musicians.
Watching Blake perform is just like this. "Lit from within" FABULOUS.
"All right now," he said to the crowd, "you know what to do!" He leaned into the mike, looking at Blake, and groaned, "Uhmmm."
Blake and Melinda led the crowd, groaning back: "Uhmmm." And back and forth they went, shorter and shorter, and then Chris went back into the chorus.
This sounds so god damn hot. I would like to hear Chris do this please.
Chris looked up from lighting his own Marlboro, and he was struck by the look in Blake's eyes. He felt something enormous rush over him. Time slowed down. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, but all the other sound from the room dropped away—even the other sights. There was only Blake, staring at him, lit from behind.
PERFECTION.
Beautiful chapter darling. I am loving this to pieces.
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This is a fantastic description of Blake. I could easily believe Chris having these thoughts about Blake during Hollywood week.
A vision: Blake sleeping in the sun, cool white sheets around bare shoulders, peaceful weekend morning, and Chris leaning over to kiss him awake. Blake smiles, opens those golden brown eyes, murmurs, "Hi, Chris."
Mmmmm, pretty picture. I like Chris' daydream.
Chris quickly changed the subject. "Was that Ryan Seacrest, the DJ, that I saw walking out of the office with Cowell a few minutes ago?"
Hee. Sneaky Rymon love. &hearts
"Well where have you been, little one?" she asked as she sank into one of the empty chairs.
Awww... Mindy Doo. I could totally hear her say that.
He smiled at Chris, a bright yet conspiratorial smile, and Chris grinned back. Crush or no, they definitely had musical chemistry, which was more to the point.
Yes, musically chemistry. I cannot wait to hear their single.
"I don't see anything that needs fixing, Miss Doolittle," Chris said.
Chris is such a good sweet Southern boy.
But he could sit back and enjoy the way the sound hit his ear, the way that Blake seemed lit from within, singing out there without a net, free of every restriction, trading solos back and forth with the other musicians.
Watching Blake perform is just like this. "Lit from within" FABULOUS.
"All right now," he said to the crowd, "you know what to do!" He leaned into the mike, looking at Blake, and groaned, "Uhmmm."
Blake and Melinda led the crowd, groaning back: "Uhmmm." And back and forth they went, shorter and shorter, and then Chris went back into the chorus.
This sounds so god damn hot. I would like to hear Chris do this please.
Chris looked up from lighting his own Marlboro, and he was struck by the look in Blake's eyes. He felt something enormous rush over him. Time slowed down. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, but all the other sound from the room dropped away—even the other sights. There was only Blake, staring at him, lit from behind.
PERFECTION.
Beautiful chapter darling. I am loving this to pieces.