Taking 2

by Slick Psych

“That was a great nite, babe.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed myself, though the suburban dad type body you’re using isn’t exactly the most enticing object for me, you made it work baby.”

Chris flexed his biceps while Andy lay on him stroking the man fur on his chest.

“Haha, by the way you’re coo-ing right now you’d have fooled me.”

“What can I say, you’re one hot dad!”

Chris nodded in agreement.

“Ok, let’s go get up and get going. The book-fair is in town and I don’t want us to be late.”

Andy rolled off of Chris and began to busy himself around the room. Chris got up and pulled on a pair of blue pajama bottoms. He posed with his hands on his hips while he addressed his husband.

“What, no breakfast in bed, honey?”

Andy let out a guffaw and continued to iron his clothes.

“Now babe, you know how I like my breakfast in bed on Saturday mornings. I’d expect you to at least do me this service after all I do for you and the kids…”

“Ok, you can cut this little fantasy of yours out. You know I don’t play the submissive house-wife role well. And eww! Sex with a woman… what a horrid thought!”

Chris sits on the bed and cracks a sly smirk at Andy. “Oh, I dunno. Can’t be all that bad.”

“Ooookkk. Can we talk about something else? Like what are you going to wear to the fair?”
Andy turns around and begins to head to the bathroom while Chris smiles stealthily. Andy continues: “Several of my favorite authors are going to be there and I want you to be on your most sophisticated behavior.”

As Andy turned his back to go into the bathroom, Chris lowers his head and begins his shapeshifting. First, his skin takes on a noticeably browner hue… tattoos begin to etch themselves around his arms and chest and his bone structure rearranges …

“And babe…” Andy comes back in time to watch as Chris finishes his transformation…”CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK!”

Chris lifts his head and smirks coyly at Andy. “What up babi boy?”

“REALLY? CHRIS BROWN? The most homophobic and crass jerk to trick audiences into loving him?!?”

Chris looks unamused at the accusations. “Yo, team breezy for life. You gotta learn how to have some fun nigga.”

“Ewwww. C’mon! Please don’t wear this persona!”

The Breezy Imposter stands up and begins to flex his body. “Listen homie, why don’t you relax and come let me lay you down a minute.”

Andy, despite being an outspoken critic of Chris Brown’s music and lifestyle, couldn’t help but feel enticed by the pure sexual energy radiating from the way that Chris was moving. He looked into Chris’s eyes… they were luring him almost daring him to traverse down a road of sexual abuse and sadistic pleasure. He could see why Chris Brown always won… the man’s body screamed of raw and dominant sexual energy.

Smiling knowingly, Andy continued: “You know, the real Chris Brown would have a heart attack if he knew you were behaving like this with his image.”

“Whay you talkn ‘bout shawte, da real Breezy is right here lookin atchu. And the real Breezy want some real good sex right about now.”

Chris leaned in and began to kiss Andy furiously. The two made love, madly, through the night.