All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Writer's Room
by MrMaxLord
Starring Selena Gomez
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
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"Maybe if some cameras were around," Selena Gomez said to herself. That seemed to be the only time her newest beau, The Weeknd, had any interest in her. Sure, they'd had sex, but it really only seemed like part of the show for him.
She'd felt like she's seen this movie before. Up and coming musician gets hot girl. Flaunts her, dresses her up, but when it comes to the down and dirty bit of a relationship, the man was gone in a puff of smoke.
Still, he wasn't bad. Selena knew from bad. She dated the absolute worst in Justin. Still, someone who was actually there for her when the cameras weren't around or when they were up for a fuck would be nice.
It wasn't like things were all bad. Honestly, far from it. She had produced a TV show that was getting good reviews and views, she was already working on new music, and the best part of it all was she was working closely with one of the writers from her show on a film project for her.
Working with the writer, Chase Oliver, had been going great so far. They had a good outline of where they wanted to go with the story, and it was also looking like Chase might direct it as well, just due to how passionate he'd become about the project and the positive reaction to several of his own short films..
The more Selena thought about it, it occurred to her she had actually spent more time with Chase than she had with her current man. Hell, she was even getting ready for him to come over now for dinner and a writing session. She might actually know more about him than the Weeknd and she'd spent weekends with him from Coachella to Paris, France.
Selena didn't dwell on that too much. After all, she was spoken for and she was just working with Chase. She also knew that if she had to remind herself of that, there might be a problem.
The food was finished, warming on the stove when Chase arrived. Selena greeted him with a hug that might have been a bit too close, though Chase certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Something smells great," Chase said. "Oh, and the food too."
"Thanks," Selena laughed, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"I brought some wine. Don't know much about it it, so I hope it works with whatever you made. Got red & white."
"It should be fine. I'm just glad you're here. I mean, you know, to write and stuff. And hang out. I...need to check the food." Selena turned, grimacing. 'Yeah, that wasn't awkward or anything, Gomez.' she said to herself.
"Need any help?"
"No, I got it, but thanks." Selena went back in the kitchen and began to plate the food. When she came out to see Chase already pouring the wine. "Where'd you get the glasses?"
"I brought them, too. Kind of overbought, huh?"
"You? Please, I made enough food to feed us for the next three days."
"Well, if we get on a good enough of a roll..."
"You saw through my plan. This was all just a cover just to get the two of us alone for a few days."
"Well, if that's the case all you had to do was ask. I would have sprung for the pizza." And there she went, blushing again. Selena knew she should be discouraging the flirting instead of feeding into it. But at the same time, she really didn't care to. It was nice to receive some kind of affection and proof she was enjoyable to be around.
The dinner went better than Selena expected. The conversation went from casual and strictly business to surprisingly personal, both of them going a bit deeper than either expected.
Selena listened completely as Chase went into his life. It was one much harder than hers. Parents died at a young age, he pretty much lived on the streets and libraries, read voraciously, pretty much made it on his own.
"Please, don't think of it as a sob story," he added. "Plenty of people have it much, much worse than me. I got a nice ending. I mean I write in Hollywood. Roof over my head and dinner with you. It doesn't get much better."
"Oh, it doesn't?" Selena said, returning the flirt she felt Chase fire off towards her. "You do know how to make a gal blush, don't you?"
"Well, I had to charm to librarians into letting me crash at the library somehow."
"Same old tricks for all the girls?"
"Oh no. Sometimes, just sometimes, you meet the genuine article. When that happens, it's not so much charm as juts telling the truth."
The two exchanged glances and smiles, relationship status the furthest thing from either's mind.
"You done with your plate?" Selena asked, breaking the surprisingly comfortable silence.
"Oh yeah. It was great. All the compliments to the chef."
"Well thank you, though I might give some credit to the company kept during the meal." Selena took both plates and went to the kitchen, placing them in the sink. She thought for a moment, probably for the first time since Chase came over, about her boyfriend...and comparing him to Chase.
Sure, Abel bought her things, took her places, but he didn't seem like he was there, like he didn't want to be there for anything other than time between the sheets. She genuinely didn't know if he'd listened to anything she ever had to say that wasn't centered around sex.
"Need any help?" Chase asked, snapping Selena out of her thoughts.
"No, thanks. I'm fine. Why don't you go to the couch and open your laptop? I'll be right out." After a quick rinse of the dishes, Selena did just that and joined Chase in her living room.
"So, where did we leave off here?" asked Selena.
"Just brainstorming." replied Chase. "I still think we should use your time in therapy as a basis. It's real, raw, and could really set the stage for something great."
"I don't know." Selena settled back in her couch, trying to get comfortable while talking about an uncomfortable subject. "I mean, I'm not ashamed of needing help and getting it. Not at all."
"But."
"But..I don't know, I feel like if that's the case and we go there completely, we need to go for another actor and I should just take a producer cred, you know? It becomes like a bio pic and I'm not even thirty yet. That just seems weird."
"Okay, okay. I totally understand that," said Chase. "Also...I think it's great you're not ashamed of getting help. I know it couldn't have been easy. It was a strong thing to do. I like how you don't just want to exploit it either, for the movie. It's...genuine."
"Thanks." Selena and Chase's eyes met again, the gaze much warmer than before, far more familiar. A bit too familiar for Selena. Despite any feelings she was having, she still had a boyfriend. She kept telling herself she needed to remember that, no matter what she wanted in the moment. "I need to get some water, you want some water?"
Before Chase could answer, Selena was up. She would have headed to the kitchen, but fate had other plans. Instead, she caught her foot on the rug and tripped right into Chase's arms.
Their faces were inches apart now, the magnetism was refusing to be denied. "You're so beautiful," Chase said. In this moment, in his arms and the way his eyes looked at her, Selena gave in to what she'd wanted. And if she was being honest with herself, what she'd wanted for a while.
The two kissed, the heat a mixture of sweet tenderness and hungry passion. Their clothes came off in a blur, but moth could still each others hands removing each and every bothersome garment.
