~ Home Sweet Home ~

Elton signing a two year deal with Caesar’s Palace, was the reported reason for buying a new home in the Nevada Desert, but he knew it meant being closer to the west coast office of Shady Records, which rejuvenated his body heart and soul; having a fabulous time discreetly shopping for a new home with his Baby. Both men having totally different ideals on what they were looking for, but finally coming to an agreement on a modest estate, not as large as the two in Europe, but larger than the penthouse in New York or the Atlanta Home.

Moving day for Elton is very busy, only bringing a few personal items and clothes from England, and buying everything else. Jean his house manger not due to arrive from England for another two days, leaves Elton with fifty million boxes to trip over or unpack, and Joshua huffering over him, calling himself helping. Sarcastically commenting every chance he gets about His Young Annoying Lover.

Elton and Joshua slowly go through trunks of clothes trying to decide what will go in the large walk in closet dressing room, and what will go in one of the guest rooms closets, Elton having to firmly state several times that the whole left side of the large area is for his Baby, silently praying that he will at least leave a t-shirt.

Marshall silently uses his new security key to get through the front gate, and another new key lets him quietly sneak in the front door unnoticed. Prowling through the new home searching for his victim, wondering where the fuck more boxes come from, but not letting it distract his main purpose of scaring the hell out of Elton.

Recognizing his voice and the voice he just loves to irritate, quietly listens for a few minutes at the bedroom doorway the boring ass conversation about clothes before rushing into the room, and jumping on the bed, on top of lots of clothing.

“Unpacking Without Me?” Marshall jokily asks with a playfully pout, getting comfortable in the center of bed on his back, pushing clothes out of his way.

“You . . . scared me . . . I didn’t . . . .” Elton stutters, quickly rushing over to the bed, and standing between his Baby’s legs that are hanging over the side.

“C’mere.” Marshall quickly states, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down into a hot passionate kiss.

Elton breathlessly responds, totally lost with his Baby’s wet tongue exploring his mouth, but they’re quickly interrupted by an annoying clearing of the throat.

“Joshua! Why don’t you go see if there is something in the fridge for your dry throat?” Marshall cockily comments, looking up at him, who is now standing over them, by their heads.

“Be nice.” Elton whispers in his Baby’s ear, placing a kiss on his prefect neck as he begins to get up; cussing Joshua silently for the millionths time today, but who’s counting.

“Nooooo! I have a ragging hard on! I don’t want someone standing over us clearing their throat. It’s rude.” Marshall pitifully explains, trying to keep a straight face.

“Where ya going . . . . I have a ragging hard on!” Marshall playfully whines trying to pull him back on the bed.

“Elton!” Joshua agitatedly states, totally discussed with Scum Bag.

“Joshua.” Marshall states in a mocking tone, tilting his head a little to look up at him.

“Marshall!” Elton says in shock at his Baby’s straight forwardness, but wickedly smiles noticing that he speaks the truth.

“Now that we know each other’s name can I get my dick sucked?” Marshall playfully whines, pitifully looking up at Elton standing between his legs.

“Do You Mind?” Joshua agitatedly states pulling on a designer jacket that is lying under Marshall.

“Surrreeee.” Marshall jokily says and begins tossing clothes at Joshua.

“Stop.” Elton firmly says, grabbing his hands.

“Just trying to help.” Marshall nonchalantly says, fully sitting up and quickly wrapping his arms around Elton’s waist.

“Can I see you privately in the bathroom?” Elton tries to sternly asks, as a prefect chin rests on his lower stomach and prefect blue eyes pitifully look up at him.

“I don’t like making out in bathrooms, let’s help Joshua clean off the bed.” Marshall playfully says, quickly leaning back and tossing another jacket at Joshua.

“Baby please stop!” Elton says, holding back laughter, grabbing his wrists.

“The stereo equipment that you ordered was delivered this morning. Why don’t you go see it?” Elton carefully suggests, pulling his Baby up.

“Making Love to you would be more fun.” Marshall seductively whispers, seductively grinding into him, as their fingers intertwine.

“Can we please get back to work?” Joshua states not able to take the sickening scene before him.

“Yeah.” Elton mumbles, forcing himself to take a step back.

“Don’t you have something for him to do in town?” Marshall seductively suggests, pulling him back into his arms and seductively grinding into him again.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Joshua loudly states with disgust, walking into the closet with a hand full of clothes, totally disgusted with Elton’s young lover.

“Does that mean you’ll be leaving for a hospital?” Marshall loudly asks with a laugh, and Elton nudges him.

“Be Nice.” Elton struggles to say for the hundredths time, as Marshall seductively kisses on his neck.

“I was!” Marshall seductively whispers, not wanting to hear the lecture about being nice and there is no reason to be jealous for the hundredths time.

Marshall seductively pulls Elton into a hot passionate kiss, their tongues explore as hands begin to roam.

“Ba . . .by . . . we can’t.” Elton breathlessly whispers, slightly pulling away, and looking into lust filled blue eyes.

“Fine.” Marshall simply says with a deep breath, fighting everything within him not to throw him down on the bed, but first beating the shit out of Joshua.

“Where you going?” Elton calls out as Marshall is leaving the room.

“Baby having another tantrum?” Joshua sarcastically asks, coming back into the room.

“Shut Up!” Elton angrily states, leaving the room.

Elton finds his Baby in the music room reading over what looks like the owner’s manual to the stereo system.

“I can send Joshua to a hotel.” Elton carefully says with a smile sitting down beside his Baby and playfully nudging him.

“He’s staying here?” Marshall angrily asks never taking his eyes away from the owner’s manual.

“Baby I Love You.” Elton truthfully says with all his heart, leaning over and placing a kiss on his prefect bicep; knowing his Baby gets very moody when every Joshua is around.

“You got five motherfuckin’ seconds to make up your fuckin’ mind!” Marshall angrily states, quickly standing and glaring down at him.

“Marshall!” Elton angrily states, quickly standing not liking his Baby’s tone.

“I don’t want Joshua staying Here!” Marshall firmly angrily states.

“Every!” Marshall quickly adds, looking directly into Elton’s eyes.

“I Will Not Be Told What To Do!” Elton angrily states.

“I’m fuckin’ tired of being told what to do!” Marshall angrily states.

“Your five seconds are up . . .” Marshall agitatedly states, after several intense moments of silence glaring into each other’s eyes.

“We need to talk about this calmly.” Elton nervously says as Marshall walks over to the other side of the room.

“CALMY! I’ve tried to talk about this calmly but you haven’t heard a fuckin’ thing I’ve said. I fuckin’ don’t like the motherfucker! I fuckin don’t want him in our home!” Marshall angrily states, turning around and looking directly at Elton.

“Oh Thank You Almighty God! He said Our Home. My Baby really thinks of this as Our Home. It’s really Our Home. It’s Our Home!” Elton emotionally thinks, as Marshall takes several deep breathes praying Elton will finally get it through his thick skull that he doesn’t like Joshua, never will!

“Where are you going?” Marshall agitatedly asks.

“I. . . . I be back.” Elton deliriously giddy studiers trotting from the room.

Marshall agitatedly flops down on the sofa, his heart rapidly beating with a strong urge to beat the fuck out of Joshua, but becoming concerned about what Elton is up too, and defiantly walking out if he brings the motherfucker back and suggests they talk calmly.

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Elton returns to the music room after practically throwing Joshua out and curls up on the sofa beside his Baby, watching him stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, before nervously trailing his finger down his prefect bicep.

“Did you really mean what you said?” Elton nervously asks snuggling in a little closer, as Marshall leans up and grabs the manual.

“What would you like for dinner?” Elton happily rattles after a few moments of no responds; standing thinking maybe it really would be best to give his Baby’s mood time to run its course.

“I asked what you wanted for dinner.” Elton agitatedly states, after a few more minutes of silence, angrily grabbing the manual; hating nothing more than being ignored.

“Don’t you have clothes too unpack?” Marshall agitatedly asks, snatching the manual back.

“Fine! Stay in your cranky mood!” Elton softly says leaning over and placing a quick simple kiss on his Baby’s head; well really the dew rag.

“When you get hungry . . . growl.” Elton sarcastically comments, glancing back before leaving.

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About a half hour later Marshall walks into the bedroom and flops down on the now clean bed.

“I’m hungry now.” Marshall announces staring up at the ceiling.

“What?” Elton asks coming from the dressing room.

“I’m hungry now.” Marshall mumbles, noticing for the first time the washed silver walls and smiling.

“Soooo you’re finished with your bad mood?” Elton nonchalantly asks, picking up a duffle bag from the floor and walking back towards the dressing room.

“I’m . . . I wasn’t in a bad mood!” Marshall firmly states, leaning up on his elbows.

“Alright! Grumpy mood.” Elton comments, coming back in the room and crawling up on the bed and straddling him, as he lays back.

“Are you gonna order dinner?” Marshall pitifully asks, resting his hands on Elton’s waist.

“After you tell me what’s bothering you.” Elton firmly states taking his Baby’s prefect wrists and pulling them above his prefect head.

“Fine . . . I’ll order . . .” Marshall nonchalantly comments, struggling to get up.

“Baby . . .” Elton firmly states, putting more force on his prefect wrists to hold them down.

“I’m hungry . . . I wanna eat.” Marshall whines, stopping the struggle and pitifully looking directly into Elton’s eyes.

“We’ll eat after we talk.” Elton firmly states, trying not to get lost in prefect blue eyes.

“I’m hungry!” Marshall firmly states, trying again to get up.

“You’re not gonna starve too death.” Elton sarcastically comments with a smile, forcing his prefect wrists down again.

“I might!” Marshall quickly comments with a sarcastic grin.

“Baby I don’t like when you clam up like this . . .” Elton begins to explain.

“Don’t mention Clams.” Marshall jokingly interrupts.

“You don’t like clams!” Elton quickly says with a small laugh.

“But I’m hungry.” Marshall says with a laugh, but knowing he definitely wouldn’t eat clams no matter how hungry he was.

“Your not gonna do this to me!” Elton firmly states, desperately not wanting to fall against his Baby’s brick wall.

“Has anyone every told you how annoying you can be?” Marshall jokingly asks.

“Yes.” Elton sincerely answers with a sarcastic smile.

“Joshua was only here to help till Jean gets here.” Elton carefully explains.

“Fuck No!” Marshall angrily states roughly pushing Elton off and getting up.

“What Now?” Elton agitatedly whines, sitting up.

“I don’t want that fuckin’ Bitch in our home!” Marshall angrily states.

“You will hire one maid that will come in . . . maybe . . . No More than every Other Day . . . if it takes ten years We Will unpack and organize our own home!” Marshall sporadically explains, pacing around the room, hands radically moving.

“There will be NO upstairs, downstairs maids, butlers, cooks . . . and all those other annoying people that run around your other homes . . . Our Home Will Not Be Grand Central Station! Do I make myself Clear?” Marshall sporadically explains, stopping suddenly at the foot of the bed and looking directly at Elton; who has nervously backed up against the headboard.

“You’re the one that Said that this was going to be Our Home! Did you actually think I wouldn’t find out that the money that I thought I paid for the house IS Now in a secret account for Hailie?” Marshall angrily explains beginning to pace again.

“I can explain.” Elton nervously whispers, never seeing his Baby this mad.

“I’M Explaining and Your Fuckin’ Listening!” Marshall firmly states, stopping and looking directly at him.

“I’m not your Bitch!” Marshall angrily yells, throwing his hands up.

“Get Over Here!” Marshall firmly states stopping at the side of the bed, and pointing to the edge, and Elton slowly nervously moves to the edge.

“Relax I’m not gonna kill you tonight.” Marshall sincerely says, sitting down beside Elton.

“No one has every . . . you do things to me . . . I’m not the easiest person to get along with . . . we’ll never do normal relationship things . . . . but I Love You and I want to try to get as close as we can . . . .” Marshall sincerely with his whole body heart and soul tries to explain, nervously staring at the floor.

“Sweetheart please don’t cry.” Marshall sincerely pleads, wrapping his arms softly around his partner.

“I Love You.” Elton emotionally says, between tears, resting his head on his Baby’s prefect chest, wrapping his arms around his prefect waist.

“Do you really think of this as Our Home?” Elton nervously whispers, after several long moments.

“Home Sweet Home.” Marshall sincerely comments, slightly pulling away so he can see his face.

“I so love the way that sounds.” Elton cheerfully says.

“I will happily meet your demands.” Elton cheerfully adds with a large smile, pushing his Baby back in the bed.

“It’s not demands! It’s the way it’s gonna be. AND the money will be transferred Back to your account. Where It Fuckin’ Better Stay!” Marshall agitatedly states, quickly pushing Elton over on his back.

“Yes Dear.” Elton agrees with a large smile, as his Baby is straddling him.

“All the fuckin’ shopping you’ve been doing is there lube in the house.” Marshall playfully whispers, leaning up on his knees and removing his t-shirt, the dew rag coming off also and giving them a toss.

“Home . . . your side.” Elton seductively whispers, struggling to touch any part of the prefect body above him.

Marshall makes quick at removing Elton’s clothes and then finally lays over his warm body as their wet lips connects in needy hot passion.

Breathlessly pulling away Marshall’s prefect lips and tongue seductively make their way to Elton’s chest, playfully nipping each nipple, causing Elton to moan and arch upward.

Elton hands roam over his Baby’s sweaty muscular shoulders, and then through his short choppy hair, as his prefect mouth is moving lower down his body.

“OH God.” Elton erotically screams out, clutching the duvet beneath them, as his Baby’s firm tongue wickedly skims over the head of his dick, before licking up the length.

Marshall’s firmly holds Elton’s hips down as he wickedly licks up and down his hard dick several times, loving the strangled moans of desperation coming from his partner.

Slowly leaving his throbbing dick Marshall kisses over his lower stomach, ignoring desperate moaning and his own throbbing cock, as he gets on all fours over Elton.

“How does it feel having a ragging hard on?” Marshall wickedly whispers, and Elton’s eyes shoot open, to see staring lust filled blue.

“Baby . . . please . . I’m sorry.” Elton desperately moans, while trying to pull his prefect body down.

Marshall wickedly laughs placing a simple kiss on his forehead, and then gets up from the bed.

Elton makes a mental note to never ever ignore his Baby’s hard cock again, while watching him slowly removing his sweats and boxers. Tingles of pleasure rushing over his body as his prefect hard cock comes into full view.

“You want me to do that?” Marshall seductively asks, crawling back on the bed after retrieving the lube from, watching Elton stroking himself for a couple of seconds.

Moans of pleasure come from deep within Elton and he drops his hand away as his Baby’s prefect tongue licks over the head of his painful hard dick before slowly letting it slip into his mouth and sucking long and hard.

Erratic moaning and writhing beneath him Marshall picks up the pace, taking as much as he can.

“Oh God . . . YES!” Elton erotically wails cradling his Baby’s head as his body crashes into heavenly pleasure.

Marshall takes all that he has to offer, before letting him slowly slip from his mouth and kissing his way back up his sweaty body and passionately attacking his mouth.

Elton moans displeasure from his Baby’s prefect mouth and muscular body leaving, but seconds later moans out in extreme pleasure as a prefect lube finger enters.

“Baby . . . Please.” Elton breathlessly pleads, after a second finger taps his prostate, as a prefect hot mouth kisses and seductively sucks over his lower stomach.

“I love you.” Marshall softly whispers burying his head in the crook of his partner’s neck, as he is slowly slipping into desperately needed tightness.

Perfectly still lost in each others eyes, tightly wrapped together their hearts beating as one for several moments before their bodies fall into slow passionate movement.

Elton erotically screams as Marshall’s thrusts deeper and faster hitting his prostate over and over. Their bodies convulse in pure ecstasy as they crash into heaven together.

Marshall collapses onto Elton seductively kissing and sucking on his neck, as his hands roam over his prefect sweaty muscular back, as their breathing becomes normal again.

After several loving moments of lying tightly twisted together, Elton moans displeasure as Marshall slowly rolls to his back.

“We made a good choice in the bed.” Marshall sleepily mumbles with a small laugh, pulling Elton into his arms.

“Yes we did.” Elton sleepily mumbles placing a kiss on his prefect muscular chest.

“I Love You.” Elton sleepily moans, placing another kiss on his chest.

“I love you too . . . Sweet Dreams.” Marshall sleepily moans, tightening his hold.

“Sweet Dreams.” Elton sleepily moans, slipping into peaceful sleep with thoughts of Home Sweet Home.

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