"I feel the magic between you and I."

[beautifulday]

Who: Sasha Stanford and Justin Campbell
What: Private Time
Where: Casa de Campbell, NYC
When: After this

With much-needed privacy awarded by the Do Not Disturb sign hung on their bedroom door, Justin and Sasha were wrapped up in a heated embrace on their bed, undressed down to their underwear and making out. Justin on his back, Sasha on top of him, they were locked in a hungry kiss. Justin slipped his hand down the back of Sasha’s boxer-briefs to feel his bare butt, using the leverage to pull Sasha down to him, creating some much needed friction Justin’s erection desperately craved.

The kiss broke and Sasha smiled down at Justin, a little breathless from the heated making out. “Are you sure about this, baby? It’s been awhile. We don’t have to go all the way.” But Justin’s mouth was so inviting that he resumed the kiss briefly, muffling a hum of pleasure escaping him.

Justin didn’t bother with answering straight away. He was too caught up in the hungry kisses and the familiar warm weight of Sasha on top of him. The rehearsal and training session that morning hadn’t been gruelling. He was under strict medical orders to take it slow and easy, little by little, baby steps and all that shit. It was nice to hang out with the band, catch up with them a little, recalibrate with each other. He was blessed to have so many friends who loved music as much as he did, if not playing themselves, having a deep love for listening to it.

( But all that aside, he had been missing intimacy with Sasha. Since being in hospital, they caught little moments here and there... )

LOG, COMPLETE

"Mr Mysterious, has got me so serious."

[autumnkisses]

Who: Autumn MacDonald and Brandon Blake
What: A beard by any other name...
Where: Brandon Blake's NYC apartment
When: After this

Autumn cleared her throat and discreetly checked the time on her watch to see how long she had been sitting here. She downed the last mouthful of her third glass of cranberry and soda, the ice tinkling against the glass. Despite how stunning the room she was sitting in was, she was sure she could have gone and done her grocery shopping in her Ugg boots tonight and it still would have been a better offer than this bust was turning out to be.

“I’m sorry, Ms MacDonald. I’m sure Mr Blake won’t be too much longer. Can I get you another drink?”

Maybe that made it a harder pill to swallow. He had a freaking butler. Or a doorman. Or some type of hired help in a suit who would probably have been a fine catch if he had been thirty years younger. As distinguished as some older gentlemen could look when they aged, she wasn’t into the salt and pepper brigade. She had somewhat began to write off her love-life but not quite that much.

“No. Thank you. I--” She was about to say she really should just go, that it was clear Brandon Blake had either forgotten their meeting, stood her up, or changed his mind. The part that bugged her was his manager had called her that afternoon to confirm the appointment and now here she was sitting, like a dick with erectile dysfunction at an orgy, in an incredible apartment that was reminding her just how much of a wash-up she was. She had been sitting here almost two hours now, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt repeatedly. “Actually, do you have coffee? I’ll take a coffee.” Why the fuck, she had no idea.

“Very good, ma’am.”

( And now she was a ‘ma’am’. Why did that make her sound so old and dried up? She looked around Brandon’s home again... )

LOG, COMPLETE

"He struggles to signal, so says the weird beard."

[autumnkisses]

Who: Autumn MacDonald and Brandon Blake (again)
What: Second Attempt
Where: Brandon's apartment, NYC
When: After this

No matter how much Autumn tried to put it out of her mind and tell herself Brandon’s private life was none of her business, she couldn’t shake the worry and concern for his welfare after leaving him passed out drunk and trashed a couple of nights ago.

She read the contract.

She read the contract ten times.

The more she read it, the more she was convinced Brandon had little to do with this entire process, besides the fact it was shackling his life and trying to keep him reined in. That made her so uncertain about it but if she didn’t do it, someone else would obviously have to, right? In fact, the more she stewed on it and couldn’t stop thinking about it, the more she was sure Brandon had no idea he was going to meet with her that night.

( At first, she assumed he was just careless. Got too caught up in boozing and partying, forgot about their appointment... )

LOG, COMPLETE

[ FACEBOOK ] with Sasha Stanford

[likefatherlikeson]

Off to Cape Cod for some time together! Catch you guys when we get back ♥

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Autumn @ autumnkisses

[likefatherlikeson]

Weeeeeeeeeeee-ll... are you a beard yet?