Breakfast ~

“Wake up sleepy head.” Marshall loudly cheerfully announces walking into the bedroom.

Marshall sits the tray down on the chase and flops down on the glob of blankets.

“Mmmmm.” Elton sleepy moans, trying to get out from under the blankets, with such a prefect body in the way.

“Rise and shine. There’s a lot to do today.” Marshall cheerfully says, rolling off.

“What time is it?” Elton asks, finally getting to a sitting position.

“Don’t know.” Marshall says, getting off the bed and getting the tray.

“I made your breakfast.” Marshall proudly announces walking back over to the bed, Elton nervously looking at the tray being set on his lap, knowing there is no food in their home yet.

“Calm Down.” Marshall cheerfully says, pulling the t-towel off the tray to revile a normal breakfast.

“How?” Elton emotionally mumbles, close to tears as he looks down at the cookie sheet on his lap.

“If you start crying you’ll have to eat at the kitchen table.” Marshall firmly states, glancing down at him while folding the t-towel like a napkin.

“I’ll be right back.” Marshall quickly adds, rushing from the room.

Elton wipes the tears from his cheeks with one hand, as the other, traces the outer edge of the cookie sheet, lost in the plate of fried eggs, bacon, grapes, toast and strawberry jam on the side just like he likes.

“Your tea.” Marshall announces in a comical voice, walking back into the room with another cookie tray.

“How?” Elton says as Marshall is pouring a cup of tea, well really hot water over a tea bag, not the fancy tea he usually drinks.

“Well . . . . hurry up and eat before it gets cold.” Marshall says, sitting the teacup on the nightstand; the story of sending Jake out to the store just not important at the moment.

“What about your breakfast?” Elton asks in concern, as Marshall is crawling back up in bed beside him.

“I ate while cooking . . . these are mine.” Marshall explains, taking the bowl of grapes from the tray.

“You did all this yourself?” Elton emotionally says, eating a piece of bacon.

“Believe it or not before I was an Exceptional rapper, Brilliant Powerful business man . . . I was a Spectacular cook.” Marshall explains, leaning against the headboard, eating grapes.

“I Love You.” Elton sincerely says leaning over and kissing his Baby’s prefect muscular bicep.

~~~~~

“I really think we need to rethink the maid thing.” Elton carefully says, handing his Baby the last soapy frying pan.

“I agree.” Marshall says with a smile rinsing the pan, and placing it in the drainer.

“So where do we start?” Marshall asks turning around and leaning against the counter, glancing around the kitchen at all the boxes, which he had to tear through half of them looking for things needed for making breakfast.

“Dessert.” Elton seductively moans leaning against his Baby’s prefect muscular body, caressing his hand over his prefect bare chest.

“Oh really.” Marshall whispers, his hands roaming over Elton’s shoulders.

“Really.” Elton seductively moans, pulling his Baby into a passionate kiss.

Elton breathlessly slightly pulls away, dropping to his knees, taking his Baby’s sweats and boxers down to his prefect ankles in the process, relieving his prefect massive cock.

“Sweetheart.” Marshall deeply moans his one hand now tangled in Elton’s hair as the other holds onto the counter edge, as he begins gently massaging his prefect balls as his talented tongue slowly licks its way from the base to the tip before playfully kissing the head.

Elton slowly lets it slip into his mouth and then wickedly lets it slip back out and wildly lick around the prefect head again while stroking up and down the prefect long length; causing Marshall deeply moans from the sensation as his hips thrust forward.

Slowly letting it slip back into his mouth with a wickedly laugh and sucking long and hard, as one hand holds to his Baby’s prefect hip and the other cups his prefect balls and softly massages.

Elton’s body exploding in orgasm he erotically moans and picks up the pace sending a electrical vibration through ever nerve and muscle in Marshall’s body and his seed into his very talent mouth.

“Love Ya.” Marshall breathlessly mumbles after a few seconds, sliding down to the floor, and pulling Elton into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I Love You” Elton breathlessly moans, resting his head on his prefect muscular chest.

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