After a couple of Saturdays working on the app, J and I finally had a full weekend to ourselves. We laid out on the sofa watching TV. J as always rested his head on my tits while looking through silly memes on Instagram.
I noticed that he was in some sort of mood by lack of expression on his face. So I had to ask, "what's wrong my love". "Uhm nothing Buttermilk", he responds. "I know that look. You're thinking about something", I tell him. "Yeah so what's wrong with that", he asks me. "Nothing really if you're not over thinking it, which you clearly are. So tell me Mr Baston, what's on your mind", I ask J.
Jahmal sighs heavily and exclaims, "my brother".
"What about Ethan", I ask him in an annoyed tone. "I know for fact he's going to do everything in his power to spoil this whole app once it launches", J tells me. "Well you're right about that. You're stepbrother just can't live with the idea of you being successful at anything. But babe, now it's the time for you to be worrying about that, especially when I finally have you all to myself for a whole weekend", I tell him.
"I know that, it's just I can't help it okay. He's always been a pain in the ass when we were young. And it gets even worse with his mom whispering shit in his ear. I really need to keep my guard up", J tells me in a concerned voice. I kiss his forehead and tell him, "don't worry. You got this covered.
A couple of minutes go by of us being silent.
I know what will take your mind off this", I tell J as I get up and sit nicely on the long sofa. "And what's that", J asks me. "You can massage my feet", I tell him while wiggling my toes in front of his face. "And how exactly is that going to make me feel any better", he asks me with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know, but it will definitely make me feel better", I tell him with a smile. "Fine my Buttermilk", J says while he places his hands on my feet.
He starts rubbing them gently, running his fingers from my ankles up until the tips of my toes. I planned on this happening sooner or later, so I pulled out some baby oil I had hidden under the cushion. I gave J the bottle and all he could say was, "this feels planned April".
I smile at him.
He puts some oil in his hands and warms it up. He makes sure to use a lot of oil to make the whole experience last longer A couple of times J tickles underneath my feet to get a reaction out of me. "I said massage not tickle", I tell him. "Hey! Who's the masseur here", J asks me. I hold my tongue and let my man continue on. He applies a little force when focusing on the tender parts of my foot, but he also makes sure not to be too rough.
For some odd reason J's massages are so good that they always leave close to the edge of falling asleep. But he pulls my toe to wake me up a few times. After about thirty minutes J tells me his done, and I feel a little disappointed that the fun is over already.
"Now kiss them", I tell me. J laughs and says, "kiss my ass first". "No J! It's your job to kiss mine", I tell him. "Well I'm not in the ass kissing mood today. But I'll kiss other places", he tells me. I soon bite my lip and ask him, "where exactly". J climbs up to my chest after laying me down on the sofa. He pops the first two buttons of my shirt and starts kissing and biting the exposed flesh. I can only make noises as he does that, but I don't tell him to stop.
It's been a while since we've gotten the chance to play like this, so my body is shivering in excitement. After a couple of bites here and there, J goes to unbutton the next two buttons. He really takes his time, which just drives me crazy. He holds my arms down, so I can't get my feel of him. I hate it when he teases me like this. I'm just hoping that his every kiss goes a little lower than the last, until he gets to the prize.
His soft kisses were sending waves of chills down my body, leaving it shaking in it's wake.
J was three kisses away from getting to the place I wanted his lips and tongue to set themselves on, but then his phone started beeping.
He ignores the first beep, but by the third and fourth beep it's all over. He grabs his phone to read the message, and I just sit there looking at him with an annoyed face.
"It's Trevor. He said we need to come to his house now", J says. "Can't it wait. We were just in the middle of something here", I ask J after being left flustered and dry like that. J shows me the message and says, "he wrote it in all caps. So it must be important". By the look on his face I could tell the game was over. So I got up, got dressed into more decent closes and we headed out.
We got to Trevor's place and found everyone else there waiting for us. "What's up", J asked everyone. "Launch day", Davey responded. "Really! Is it ready", J asked. "Ready as it will ever be", Davey told him. Trevor told J, "you better get that Franklin on the phone, we're about to do this". "Okay", J said as he pulled out his phone. "Do you want me to do it now or after we've launched the app", J asked the group. "Preferably now to give him a heads up", Lenny said.
J started typing away. I went to go take a seat. "Okay it's done", J announced. "Okay here we go. In three, two, one go", Davey said, soon after pressing Enter on the keyboard. "Okay our app is officially out on the market", Davey said. "Now this program will monitor how many people have downloaded our app", Davey told J. "Okay, let's wait for the numbers to roll in", J announced.
Forty minutes went by and it was quiet in the room. "How many now", Trevor asked Davey. "About five downloads now", he responds. "Only! J, has your guy Frank done anything. A tag at least"; Trevor asked him. "No! His twitter feed is silent", he tells him in a anxious voice. "Shit! He played us", Trevor exclaims in a pissed off tone. "Or maybe he's just working on the right wording you never know", Lenny says. "Or maybe he just wanted us to pay him to for the damn shout out, and he gave J the idea that he was doing it for free", Trevor yelled. J sat by me hanging his head in disappointment. I started to rub his and back. I said to him, "it's okay baby". J looked at Trevor and told him; "maybe you should have a little more faith". Trevor chuckled; "a little ironic coming from you Jahmal. And how's that working out for you", he asked him. J hung his head and exclaimed, "we're f*cked".
An hour and forty-five minutes went by and you could feel everyone's disappointment and worry settle in.
Just then J's phone beeped. He quickly picked it up. "What is it", I asked him. J's eyes shot open. He quickly showed me the post.
Yall really need to try this Blip app out 😱😱😆😆This shit straight 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #DopeShit #Underdog #ProjectBlip #TechnoNerds
"Well what is it", Trevor asked J in an anxious voice. "Our shout out", he replied. "Well it's about time. But will it be enough", Trevor asked as he looked at the twitter post. Ten minutes later Davey started exclaiming; "holy sssshhh....".
"What is it", J asked him. "This is some next level shit. Oh gosh, this is crazy", Davey said while holding his head. Everyone ran to the laptop and we were all blown away. "Wait are those the number of downloads", Eric asked Davey. "Yes they are", Davey replied. "That can't be real"; Leilani stated. "They are real", Trevor said.
I looked closely at the screen again and I couldn't believe it. The numbers just kept sky rocketing by the second. Just then everyone's phone started beeping.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing here", Lenny asked as he looked at his phone. "If you mean this video of Franklin J Miller using our app's live video streaming, than yes I am", Davey exclaimed. "This is crazy. Look at how many likes it's getting. Dude look at the comments about how great our app is", Trevor said in a shocked voice. "I think we did it guys", J said in a calm voice.
The room fell silent for five seconds.
Then suddenly, we all started jumping and cheering like madmen when your team scores the winning goal. And it just got much crazier from there. First J started kissing my face like crazy, then Leilani got in some of the action by kissing Lenny full tongue action. Eric and Trevor were bro hugging it up and jumping. Davey kept repeating, "I need to call my wife". Next thing J was screaming, "where f*ck are the drinks. We need to drink like there's no tomorrow".
"Yes! Shit I need to buy some more. Crap, I need to dash to the shops now", Trevor said while running to the door. It was complete chaos in the apartment and it only got worse once the drinks finally arrived. We started pouring shots all around. We had music blaring out of the speakers; loud enough to shatter the windows. We were all getting down and dancing. Leilani was grinding and twerking on Lenny who could barely comprehend all of this that was happening. Even J, a person I knew who wasn't the biggest dancer was also busting a move on me.
For the next couple of hours, it was a full music festival in that small apartment.
After all the hype had died and most of the people were passed out drunk on the floor, it was just me and J slow dancing in the middle of the room. I noticed a smirk on his face and asked him; "what's with the face". "Oh nothing. Just wondering if there was time you had doubts about this whole thing", he states. "Me pssht never. I had had a lot of faith in you and your project babe. 100%", I told him. J titled his head to the side and looked at me with a suspicious smile.
"Okay maybe a little. But everyone has their doubts okay", I tell him in a less than subtle tone. "Well you don't have to doubt any more cause your man has got this covered", he told me. J rested his head on my shoulder and we spun around.
I could feel this heaviness on J, so I picked his head up and noticed a look on his face. "What is it now. I hope you're not thinking about Ethan again", I asked him. "It's just. With this whole thing working out Ethan is definitely going to be a problem sooner or later"; he says in an unsettled voice. I put my hands on his cheeks and whisper to him, "you've always known how to handle your shitty stepbrother's shenanigans. Don't worry. You've got this. We'll cross that bridge when we get there together okay".
J nods his head and smiles.
And I tell him, "now kiss your beautiful Buttermilk".