Challenge #2
Place: Phone Booth
Object: Belt
Quote: "Mr. Spock doesn't live here anymore."
~ A Challenge ~
Out shopping Elton about to get in his limo, notices a phone booth and it quickly reminds him of a writing challenge, from his favorite little reading yahoo group, and sinfully writes down the street names.
Arriving back at his Manchester home, he checks the details of the challenge and much to Jake’s confusion goes back to the street corner at midnight to scope out how much traffic around the phone booth. After staking out a couple nights in a row Elton sinfully puts his Fantasy into play by sending his Baby an email, knowing if he were to talk to him, he most likely would spill the beans about the challenge.
Baby,
For a rush of a lifetime meet me at the phone booth on the corner of Jackson and Stump on Friday the twenty - fifth at Midnight.
Lots of Love Always,
Sweetheart
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“What are you up too?” Marshall curiously asks; finally getting his partner on the phone.
“Nothing . . . .” Elton defensively says, wickedly smiling to himself.
“Sweetheart?” Marshall playfully interrupts.
“I Love You . . .” Elton sincerely says, while looking over his large assortment of belts laid out on the bed.
“I love you too . . . what are you up too?” Marshall sincerely, dieing to know what his partner is up too.
“Please come.” Elton playfully whines.
“That’ll depend on you.” Marshall seductively comments.
“You will.” Elton seductively says, finally choosing a medium width soft black leather belt, with just a small gold buckle.
“Wear black and leave the boxers at home . . . . your definitely not going to need them.” Elton seductively explains wickedly adding his own little twist to the challenge.
Marshall not able to say no agrees to the rendezvous.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Elton nervously checks his watch again standing on the dark street corner, still racking his brain on how to fit the challenge quote into his fantasy.
“Why did the chicken cross the road?” Marshall asks at a hush whisper, sneaking up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
“What?” Elton asks in confusion, trying to turn around.
“Say . . . to get to the other side.” Marshall playfully whispers in his ear with a small laugh.
“What are you talking about?” Elton asks in confusion finally turning to face him.
“A secret rendezvous needs a secret code.” Marshall playfully explains, wrapping his arms around him.
“Mr. Spock doesn’t live here anymore.” Elton happily says, mentally thinking the hard part of the challenge is now over thanks to his Baby.
“What?” Marshall asks in confusion, trying to wrap his arms around him again, as he is backing him into the phone booth.
“My own secret code.” Elton simply comments with a wicked laugh, while mentally giving credit to Eminem Slash Fiction.
“But it doesn’t make sense . . .” Marshall pitifully begins to explain that secret codes are supposed to match, but Elton quickly pulls him into a passionate kiss, causing him to quickly drop the subject.
Elton breathlessly slightly pulls away and it comes evident how small the phone booth is, as he struggles to reach into his coat pocket.
“I have my cel phone if you need to make a call.” Marshall jokingly comments, watching him struggle to pull something from his pocket.
“Just get rid of the light.” Elton says, finally getting the belt and a tube of lube from his pocket; laying the tube on little ledge under the phone.
“We’re Not . . . .” Marshall tries to firmly state slipping his hand into the sleeve of his sweat jacket and reaching up and twisting out the light bulb.
“Yes We Are . . . give me your hands.” Elton wickedly says, his dick throbbing.
“Why?” Marshall pitifully asks, as his hands are subconsciously listening.
“Cause it’s my fantasy and I have to use a belt.” Elton seductively whispers, while wrapping the belt several times around prefect wrists.
“Can’t we rearrange your fantasy?” Marshall pitifully whines as Elton concentrates on tying the two ends of the belt together, while hoping the next challenge he can use handcuffs.
“No.” Elton simply whispers, and then passionately attacks his prefect soft lips, as his hand slips into baggie sweats to a prefect hard cock.
“Turn around . . .” Elton breathlessly whispers, slightly pulling away, removing his hand and helping his Baby turn around as he is pitifully moaning from the loss.
“I’m going to make love to your tight little ass right here right now.” Elton seductively moans into his Baby’s ear as his hands reaches around and wickedly massages his prefect cock through the sweats.
Marshall leans against the cold glass, wondering why is it when his partner gets in a kinky mood he’s the one always walking funny the next day, but his hard cock definitely not minding at the moment.
“You’re such a good boy for listening.” Elton seductively whispers letting his hand slip away and slowly takes his sweats to his prefect ankles, and kisses over his prefect ass cheeks, loving the deep moans of pleasure.
A little discomfort with the small size of the phone booth but Elton sensual works his Baby’s legs apart enough to seductively torture his prefect tight little pucker with his tongue, till he is breathlessly pleading to be made love too.
With tied hands Marshall leans against the glass side of the phone booth and awkwardly tries to relieve his painful hard cock as Elton awkwardly stands and release his own hard dick from its tight confides and grabs the lube.
“Please . . .” Marshall breathlessly pleads, leaning back on Elton.
“You ready for me?” Elton wickedly moans, letting his now well lubed fingers, teasely trace through his prefect crack.
Loving the pleading whimpers coming from his Baby Elton well prepares them both and then softly whispers his undying love as his painfully hard dick slowly fights against prefect tightens, having to tightly hold prefect hips still after fully entering.
“Relax.” Elton soothingly whispers over and over as he sets a slow rhythm of in and out of heaven, letting a hand slid under his Baby’s t-shirt to caress over his prefect now sweaty muscular back.
“Fuck Me!” Marshall desperately screams several long moments later, pushing his ass towards his partner, desperately needing relief.
Not needing to be told twice Elton firmly grips his Baby’s prefect hips and lets his needy dick slide almost out, before slamming back in, causing animalistic growls to release from his Baby’s prefect lungs as he thrusts become more intense.
“Oh God Baby!” Elton emotionally cries mercilessly thrusting into prefect heaven as his seed releases, while one hand holds tightly to his Baby’s prefect hip, as the other strokes his prefect hard cock in time with each firm thrust till it releases in his hand.
The last erotic spasm rushes through Elton’s body, as he collapses against his Baby’s prefect muscular back.
“I Love you.” Elton lovingly says after a few minutes, fully standing.
“I Love you.” Marshall breathlessly moans, awkwardly turning around, and leaning against his partner.
“We need to lay down.” Marshall softly mumbles after several moments of resting against Elton, as his hands are lovingly caressing over his back.
Elton releases his Baby’s wrists from the belt and kisses over them, before they awkwardly adjust their clothes.
Before leaving the booth Marshall takes his finger and draws a large heart on the now steamed up glass door and Elton adds their initials to the center.
Once in the limo Marshall stretches out on his back on the long seat resting his head on Elton’s lap.
“And you say I have an over active imagination.” Marshall sleepily comments looking up and Elton wickedly smiles silently thanking Eminem Slash Fiction, as his fingers are softly roaming through his short choppy sweaty hair.
©2005 Nite Storm Productions
