Jason P.O.V
Today was Grammy night. To say Justin was nervous would be an understatement. He was walking around in circles while I was just sitting on the couch eating ruffles and staring at him as he bit his nails like it was the best show ever. Which it might, indeed, be.
"You're making me want to pee," I said with my mouth full. He stopped for a second to glare at me. I shrugged and stuffed my mouth with more ruffles.
It has been a week since the studio meeting and the pictures of us holding hands while coming out of the supermarket. A week full of me kissing the popstar as he kissed me back. A week of going almost all the way more than three time, but he always snapped out of it and started talking. His talk wasn't the most pleasant right before sex, I'll tell you that much.
Mr. Bieber wouldn't stop questioning nature.
But why do you have to stick it where I take a shit from?
What if I fart?
Is your dick going to come out dirty?
Why can't you just stick it in the slit?
Is it going to hurt?
As any human being would do, I just shook my head and stopped everything. I even offered him to take me instead but that only led to more awkward, totally unnecessary questions.
What if you shit on me?
Am I going to hurt you badly?
What if you fart and blow my dick up?
At that point, I just got him off of me and walked away in those situations, only to have him hot on my tail apologizing. Who can take that man serious when his mind is so childish?
"Justin," I tried again, "the only bad thing that can happen is that you get caught lip syncing," I chuckled but Justin didn't find it as funny.
"I don't lip sync, you imbecile," I smiled at him and held a chip in the air.
"Want a chip?" I asked.
"Why?" he retorted.
"You get a little nervous when you're hungry," I laughed making him huff in distress.
"I don't fucking like you," he spat, "you're not helping me," I licked my fingers while staring at him in the eyes.
"That's not my job Damsel. My job is to take you to such Grammy awards on time for the red carpet," he whined and started pacing once again as I grabbed another chip.
"What's the worst that can happen?" he asked as he stopped to look at me.
"You break a leg, forget the lyrics, don't win your nomination-"
"Fucking stop!" he yelled as he covered his ears. I laughed and decided that it was enough torture. Putting down the bag of chips, I stood up from the couch and stood in front of him. Holding his face in my hands, I made him look at me.
"I'm just kidding Damsel, you'll do great. You'll kill that stage and get a standing ovation. People are going to be getting out of their seats to dance to your music because they will genuinely be enjoying it. You will do great and there's nothing to worry about," he looked me in the eyes before moving his glance to my lips.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," I affirmed, "I don't understand you, when you need to be cocky, you're insecure and when you need to be serious, you're a cocky little bastard. What is up with that?"
"You wouldn't understand," he said. I looked at him for a moment before shrugging.
"Probably, but I know one thing I can understand pretty well," I mumbled.
"And what is that?"
"Your lips," with that being said, I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. Without much of a fight, his lips moved against mine softly and slowly. He licked my bottom lip to which I denied him access making him groan.
"Fuck you," he mumbled against my lips.
"I'm not ready for your ridiculous round of questions," I said pulling away. Justin seemed to have other plans as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me right back in.
"Where do you think you're going?" he didn't give me time to answer seeming as his lips were already muffling out my answer. My eyes fluttered closed while I kissed him back, his arms wrapping themselves around my torso and bringing me closer to him.
"What has gotten into you?" I groaned as soon as I pulled away from him a second time.
"I want you close," he confessed.
"Yeah? Well not now. You have to pick the outfit for the red carpet, you're not freaking out on me when nothing goes your way at the last minute," he huffed but let me go nonetheless. Walking around me and heading up the stairs, I followed him as I stared at his ass.
"I can feel where your gaze is at," he said looking back at me.
"Did anyone ever compliment you on your ass? because you have a great thing going on back here," I smirked. His eyes widened before he ran up the stairs laughing.
"Oh, my God! There's a pervert in my house!" He hollered.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled back as I ran up the stairs behind him.
"Make me!"
"Is that a challenge?" I questioned as we entered his room. He turned around and crossed his arms.
"No," he said, "what's a challenge is you helping me pick my outfit for the evening," I shrugged and walked to his closet. After a couple of minutes looking through his stuff, I decided on a pair of grey slacks and a black button-up with a grey blazer.
"There you go," I said, "and put your black suede boots," I ordered as I placed the clothes down on the bed.
"So formal?" He asked.
"You're going to the Grammy's, not the goddamned Kid's Choice Awards. Learn how to dress Damsel," he huffed before taking a look at the suit.
"A Grey suit?" He questioned again.
"Is not even a complete suit. You're not going to wear a tie so stop complaining," I explained and he just looked at me.
"Not bad," I flipped my nonexistent long hair out of the way and smirked.
"Of course not"
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Justin came out of the shower with boxers on as he finished drying himself up. While drying his hair, his eyes glanced my way before arching a questioning brow.
"Are you comfortable in my bed?" He asked bitterly. I licked my lips and nodded.
"It is pretty comfortable. I might buy me one of these one day," I said as I felt the bed with my hands.
"For what? To carry it with you from hotel room to hotel room? Because that would be priceless," I rolled my eyes and just pointed at the clothes laying on the bed. He walked over to them and started putting them on while I mindlessly sang quietly.
"For all those times that you rain on my parade, and all the clubs you get in using my name, you think you broke my heart oh girl for goodness sake, you think I'm crying on my own well I ain't"
"And I didn't wanna write a song," Justin continued.
"Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care I don't but, you still hit my phone up," I kept it going.
"And baby I been moving on, and I think you should be something I don't wanna hold back, baby you should know that," he sang making me smile.
"My mama don't like you and she likes everyone, and I'd never like to admit that I was wrong"
"And I've been so caught up in my job, didn't see what's going on, but now I know," Justin sang as he pulled his pants up and buttoned up his dress shirt.
"That Justin Bieber likes kissing boys," I sang.
Justin stopped dead on his tracks and stared at me unamused prior to running up to me making me cover myself with my arms while laughing.
"You're insufferable," he whined as he hit my arms. I laughed and peeked at him.
"Is it too late now to sorry?" I sang in between chuckles.
"I can't stand you, you're irritating," he said before getting off of me. I stuck my tongue out at him making him flip me off with his middle finger.
"Want me to suck that off for you? Then you'll know what a blowjob feels like," he was turning red already.
"I've gotten blowjobs before, thank you very much King Kong," he huffed.
"I wonder how it felt to have crocked teeth biting your dick every two seconds," I stated. Justin grabbed four pair of random sandals that were laying around and started throwing them at me.
"Sorry, sorry!" I chanted laughing as I covered myself again. Groaning, a blushing Justin marched to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he came out looking hot. His blazer was on and his newly blonde hair was brushed back.
"Ready?" I asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
"You're leaving like that?" He asked. I looked down at my all black attire and shrugged.
"I'm not the one nominated, neither am I the one being interviewed," like always, he sulked and exited the room after taking his phone and wallet. Rolling my eyes, I followed after him while shaking my head.
Just let this night be over with already.