The End of the Rainbow Read Free

your knees, don’t wanna go on living, does your world stop spinning, when you think of me.”
    “Sing Boo!” Tyrin shouted over the sound of the running water.
    “Hurry up and shave; I need my hair washed!” Khalil yelled back. Tyrin finished shaving, gave himself a once over in the mirror, and stepped into the shower. He squeezed shampoo into his hands and began to vigorously lather Khalil’s long golden brown locks.
    “Baby what am I going to do while you are gone?” Tyrin sadly asked.
    “Miss me.” He cockily answered.
    “I know that, but I hate being here by myself. This place feels huge without you, like something is out of sync.”
    “Well Tasha will be here, and luckily it’s not a weekend trip. You know weekends are your days off and at least with me leaving on a Thursday I will be back by Saturday evening. Work is going to keep you busy and besides, this will give you time to get some much needed rest. You have been working your ass off for the past few months and you need to take some time off.”
    Tyrin finished rinsing out the shampoo and turned Khalil around to face him. As he playfully squeezed his firm ass, he looked into his hazel eyes and blurted out. “Let’s go to the beach party.”
    “What?” Khalil shockingly asked while leaning back to make eye contact.
    “You heard me. Let’s go to the beach party. Fourth of July weekend is next week and it may be fun this year.”
    “I know what next weekend is, but why do you want to go all of a sudden?”
    “I think it would be cool and we haven’t been in years.” As Tyrin stood there awaiting an answer, Khalil pondered the idea, “There’s a reason we haven’t gone. We outgrew it, remember? It’s full of kids and messy queens.” He stared at Tyrin who was unmoved by his obvious disinterest and gave in to the request, “but, if that’s what you want to do, then let’s do it.”
    “Thank you.” He said with a deep dimpled smile.
    After the shower Tyrin sprawled his naked body facedown across the bed, allowing himself to air-dry. The hot water, combined with the makeup session had done its job and he was dozing off. Khalil wasn’t tripping because he had gotten his as well; so life was all good at the moment.
    He walked about the room getting stuff together for his trip. He was a whiz at packing and knew how to fit a number of different outfits into a small case. His early days working in the industry were spent being on call, which meant always being ready to go when the phone rang; a talent he still possesses.
    He stood over the bed in his tan cargo shorts, navy blue tank top, and blue Polo deck shoes. The Fendi travel bags, along with the platinum commitment band on his right index finger, were the only signs of wealth he had to offer. He liked for people to underestimate his value, so he tried to dress as low key as possible. However, best believe that when it came time to trump the scene, Khalil Alexander knew how to rock a nice fit. “I’m packed.” Khalil said to a quiet room.
    Tyrin had drifted off to sleep and the light sounds of his breathing were filtering throughout the room. He had an easy day today; just a few layouts for an up and coming R&B group. He knew that he needed rest so he tried to take advantage whenever he could.
    “Tyrin, I am about to go, wake up.” he whispered softly as Tosha lifted her head to see what all the fuss was about. “Wake up!” he said in a firmer tone. Tyrin jerked awake and looked around the room in fret; before realizing it was Khalil talking to him. “I’m about to head to the airport. My flight leaves in two and a half hours and hopefully I don’t get stuck in traffic.”
    “Baby, don’t go.” He whined, as he laid his head back on the pillow.
    “You plan on paying the mortgage and car notes by yourself?” Khalil jokingly asked.
    “Need a ride to the terminal?” he responded with eyes closed and a smile on his face.
    He leaned over his naked Adonis, kissed his lips, and