Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 18:05:21 -0500
From: Ryan Webster <w.ryan.787@gmail.com>
Subject: Eminem goes to a Justin Bieber Concert chapter 4

Note to readers: Story is now being written from in-story character first
person present POV. Whose POV it is will be specified, and will change
semi-often. Sorry in advance if it gets confusing.


Eminem POV


I am driving down the road and my palms are starting to get all sweaty. I
really hope Justin can't tell, but I am just really nervous. Since
everything with Kim, Hailie has been the only one I have loved, and I just
really don't want her to get the wrong idea about all of this. I mean, it's
just a fuck, right? It is not like its an emotional thing-purely physical.

"Well?" Justin asks.

"Huh? I guess I missed what you said."

"I asked what you were going to tell Hailie..."

Shit, what am I going to tell her? Shit I dont even know what to tell
myself that this is...

"We can just tell her we are working on an album together."

I look over at Justin and he looks disappointed, fuck.

"Do you bring everybody you do an album with home?" Justin asks.

"Well, no... I could tell her that I just thought that she would want to
meet you."

"Yeah, okay."

My phone vibrates in the cup holder between us and I ask Justin to see what
the text says.

"It's from Hailie, she said `Dad is it ok if I go 2 Amanda's for the
weekend?'"

"Don't tell her it is you, but just ask her when she is going to leave."

A few seconds later he tells me "She said that if it is ok with you, she
was going to leave now."

i sigh slightly, relieved that for now I don't have to explain Justin to
her. "Tell her that it is ok and I love her."

"Awwww," Justin says mockingly.

I jerk the wheel slightly to the right and Justin's head hits the passenger
window (not that hard lol). "Ow, what the fuck dude, I was kidding," Justin
complains as he rubs his head.

I smirk "I know."

I look down and realize Justin's hand is resting on my thigh, "It is a good
thing you're so damn sexy," he tells me.

I grin even more as we pull into my driveway. I get out of the car and
after Justin closes his door I lock them.

I open the front door and stand to the side until he walks in, after he is
in i walk in behind him and close the door and turn on the lights in the
front room.

"Hailie, are you still home?" I yell up the stairs. I wait a few moments
and there is no response, so I assume she already left, like she said. I
turn around to where Justin was standing, but he isn't there.

"Justin?"

"Yeah I am in here," I hear his voice coming from the living room.

"Holy shit Marsh, your TV is fucking huge."

"Watch your language," I say trying to hold a straight face. He turns
around to look on me with the most confused face and he asks in 100%
seriousness "Are you serious? Have you listened to any of your music?"

I lose it and bust out laughing. He smiles a little, realizing I was
kidding, and then continues his self-tour of my mansion.

After walking through most of my 15,000 square foot mansion, explaining
dozens of things in the 21 rooms, half of which we did not even go in, we
are back in the front room.

"Damn you have a big house."

I chuckle a bit, "Thanks."

"And a big dick, you're one lucky son of a bitch."

I laugh a little more before responding "Don't forget my boyfriend."

He looks up at me with a small smile forming on his lips, "That is what we
are now?"

"Only if that is what you want."

I feel his hands wrapping around my waist and I find my hands doing the
same, he is only slightly shorter than me and he looks into my eyes and
says "It is."

I kiss him, relieved he said yes, shocked I asked a guy out, and at a
complete loss for words.

Justin breaks the kiss, but still has his arms around me when he asks me
what it is I want to do.

"Honestly, It is about 3 o'clock, and we never did eat the lunch Dre bought
us. What do you say I take you out to dinner later?"

"Mmmm, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking Ruth's Chris."

"Oh... I don't have clothes for that..."

"Well you wouldn't fill out my clothes enough..." I think for a moment, "I
will take you shopping, we will get you some clothes for the next few
weeks, as well as for tonight, and then we can get dinner at about 7."

"No... I can't have you going out and spending hundreds of dollars on my
clothes?"

"Hundreds? I was thinking more like thousands. What are rich boyfriends for
if they don't buy you stuff?" I smirk.

Justin pulls me closer and puts his head on my chest, "I think I love you."

I don't answer him, but instead lay my cheek onto the top of his head. I
wrap my arms around his lower back and slide the tips of my fingers into
his waistband. He looks up to me and asks "You wanna do one quick before we
go shopping?"

"Wouldn't want you getting a boner trying on all your new clothes would
we?"

Justin smiles and kisses me, I slide my hands up to the sides of his head
and I kiss him back. Eventually I work my hands back down to his belt
buckle and I get it undone, and his pants around his ankles. I get on my
knees and he stops me saying "You don't have to do anything you don't want
to..."

"I wouldn't dream of it." And I engulf his semi-hard cock into my mouth,
surprised by my own actions. Wow, I really am becoming a fag... The worst
part... I kinda like it...





Hey guys, I know this was not the longest chapter... But it is really just
to build up for the later chapters... Sorry for the lack of action as
well... Shoot me an email if you have suggestions/comments. Also if you
have a Gmail, I'll give you the Drive and you can make suggestions, as well
as be able to read it earlier, as Nifty takes a day or two at least to
upload it. Please email me @ w.ryan.787@gmail.com