Precious 2 ~

“Marshall I really hate to bother you but I don’t know what else to do you’ve got to do something!” Trey radically rattles, as soon as he hears his voice come on the other end of the phone line.

“Trey?” Marshall quickly asks.

“Yeah!” Trey happily answers; lost in Marshall Mathers knows his voice.

“Where’s Elton? What’s Wrong?” Marshall urgently asks, quickly getting up from the mixing board.

“Marshall! Calm down!” Trey quickly says; snapping out of lustful thoughts of his dearest friend’s lover.

“Where the Fuck is Elton?” Marshall emotionally rattles in extreme concern having hard time breathing.

“MARSHALL! Elton is FINE!” Trey screams into the phone.

“I don’t . . . didn’t mean to scare you. Elton is . . . just . . . . . upset and I think you’re the only one . . .” Trey tries to explain.

“Put Elton on the phone NOW!” Marshall firmly states with complete evil in voice that Trey definitely can hear.

“WE Need to Be Calm! Elton is physically Fine!” Trey firmly states; rethinking calling Marshall cause now he has two lunatics on his hands.

“Are you calm yet?” Trey nervously asks, after a few moments of silence.

“I’m calm!” Marshall agitatedly states, exiting the studio and heading towards the private elevator of the Interscope building, with Box close behind.

“He doesn’t want to bother you. But I think you should . . .” Trey carefully explains.

“Trey get to the Fuckin’ Point!” Marshall agitatedly interrupts.

“It’s Precious . . .” Trey begins to explain.

“He was only scheduled to get Shots.” Marshall interrupts in concern.

“He got two puppy shots in the hip area but Elton hasn’t stop crying since the vet tried to talk about setting the date to have him fixed and tattooed Elton almost fainted!” Trey quickly explains in one continuous breath.

“The vet . . .” Trey says, begins to explain more.

“Dr. Smith.” Marshall quickly informs.

“Dr. Smith handed me the pamphlet about having him tattooed and Elton hit me with it when I showed it to him. And It HURT!” Trey emotionally explains.

“When we got back to the house Iris had this fabulous meal prepared and he refused to eat! He canceled tonight’s show! And when Joshua tried to talk him out of it . . . . . . . .” Trey emotionally rattles.

“TREY! What?” Marshall agitatedly asks, after Trey’s second attempt at explaining but the last part coming out as a lot of mumbling that he can’t understand.

“He pulled a gun on Joshua!” Trey emotionally blurts out.

“Where the fuck did he get a gun?” Marshall asks in concern.

“You missin’ one?” Trey tries to jokingly ask.

“Just sit with him till I get there.” Marshall emotionally demands.

“And keep Joshua the fuck away from Him!” Marshall quickly adds, before hanging up the phone.

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Several hours later Marshall arrives at the house and Trey more calmly explains that Precious is fine that it was just normal puppy shots, but Elton is an emotional mess, and still hasn’t eaten.

Marshall enters their bedroom and Precious sitting on Elton’s lap excitedly yaps to be taken.

“Bad Day?” Marshall softly asks, petting him now happily in his arms.

“Be Careful! . . .” Elton emotionally says reaching up for Precious.

“Chill.” Marshall soothingly says, gently passing Fuzz Ball back.

“I can’t do it! I can’t! I Won’t!” Elton emotionally rattles.

“Calm down. He has to go to Dr. Smith. You’ll just have to get use to it.” Marshall soothingly explains, sitting down at the foot of the chaise.

“Oooohhhh! No he doesn’t! You didn’t hear HIM! IT HURT!” Elton emotionally cries, gently holding Precious Gift in his arms softly petting him; Precious knowing Daddy has it all under control and he’ll never have to go back to the Mean Ass Doctor, and now that Daddy 2 is here he’ll beat the shit out of the Mean Doctor.

“We agreed on Dr. Smith. He’s the best out of all that you interviewed.” Marshall carefully reminds.

“Maybe I was wrong what if I was wrong and he lied he really isn’t a doctor he doesn’t care about Precious! He wants to cut off his balls and tattoo some shit I wanna change doctors! Please Please . . . we have to interview more doctors” Elton tries to explain in his emotional state of mind.

“Sweetheart . . . Dr. Smith is not lying to you and we’ve talked about . . . it’s actually not cutting off his balls and the tattoo is just in case he happens to get lost.” Marshall softly explains slightly moving him up so he can slide in behind him; wrapping his arms softly around both of them; Precious intensely listening and not liking how the conversation is going.

Several silent moments pass holding securely to his partner Marshall realizes he’s asleep and careful slides out from under, placing Fuzz Ball down on the floor before carefully laying a throw blanket over him and leaving the room, with Precious excitedly following.

“How is he?” Trey asks in concern, following them out to the patio.

“Asleep.” Marshall says with a small laugh, as they sit down and Precious wonders out to HIS lawn.

“I’m Totally Serious! Next time you’re going with Them!” Trey firmly states, as Marshall nonchalantly laughs again; as Precious firmly yaps to birds to get The Fuck Off His Lawn.

“Marshall! He’s obsessed . . . He acted like a wild man a Lunatic. He wouldn’t let the nurse’s even touch Precious. Dr. Smith thinks he’s crazy!” Trey radically explains.

“It’s just everything is new.” Marshall nonchalantly comments with a laugh; silently praying that the newest will Soon Ware Off.

“Marshall we have to be realistic . . .He’s Crazy! Obsessed! He Pulled a gun on Joshua because he called Precious a dog.” Trey radically explains, Marshall making a mental note to find the gun.

“Remember he’s name is Precious Gift. He hasn’t been separated from him since the day you gave him to him. Elton actually thinks he’s a child. Precious has a better life than we do. You have to . . .” Trey says but quickly stops as Elton rushes out.

“Have you two lost your fuckin’ minds?” Elton angrily states, rushing past them onto the lawn, and gently picking up Precious.

“My Precious went to the doctor today! He needs his rest!” Elton emotionally shouts walking past them back into the house.

“See! . . . He’s crazy.” Trey quickly points out.

“I’ll talk to him.” Marshall nervously says.

“Does he even know you’re here?” Trey sarcastically asks with a laugh.

“He asked if We’d lost our minds.” Marshall jokingly comments.

“Joke all you want but you’ve got a problem.” Trey firmly points out in concern.

“Come on! You can baby-sit.” Marshall says after a few minutes, standing.

“What are you going to do?” Trey curiously asks also standing and quickly following into the house.

“Marshall.” Trey whines, still following through the large home; but wishing the younger man would wear tight fitting clothes.

Marshall with Trey somewhat close behind walks into the bedroom to find Elton again sitting in the overstuffed chaise with Precious on his lap. Without a word spoken he gently scoops up Fuzz Ball and hands him over to Trey, then quickly escorts them to the door, as Elton quickly gets up and starts following.

“We’ll be out in a couple hours.” Marshall explains and then shuts and locks the door.

“What are you doing? Precious Gift Needs Me!” Elton angrily states, trying to get past.

“Trey thinks you don’t know I’m here.” Marshall seductively explains kicking off his shoes.

“If you want to keep the buttons on that fancy shirt I suggest you remove it.” Marshall seductively whispers, removing his t-shirt and giving it a toss.

“Baby . . .” Elton whines, but quickly loses his thought as perfect lips passionately assault.

Marshall breathlessly pulls away and walks over to the bed and yanks down the duvet and then slowly drops his sweats and boxers, before crawling under the sheets as Elton breathlessly starts removing his clothes.

Perfect lips passionately attack as soon as he crawls onto the bed, softly forcing him with passionate sucking and nipping, which moves sinfully slow to his neck, ear and then sensual to his nipples.

Marshall lustfully glances up and wickedly laughs’ knowing his partner is relaxing by his expression and the way his body is arching up to his mouth.

Trailing his sensual assault downward, playfully stopping and torturing his belly button with his firm tongue, ignoring the desperate pleading continues downward wickedly licking away precum as he begins to massages his balls.

Marshall slowly leans up and wets his fingers and gently roams them over his obsession as his wet mouth slowly opens and engulfs his hard dick.

“Fuck ME!” Elton erotically pleads on the top of his lungs as his Baby’s wet fingers roam over his needy hole and wet mouth passionate sucks on his painfully hard dick.

“I Love You.” Marshall truthfully moans, slowly moving to his knees between his legs and grabbing the lube from the nightstand.

Elton erotically screams his undying Love as his legs are lifted and a perfect enormous cock fills him.

“Ssshhh.” Marshall breathlessly whispers in his ear, his cock fully engulfed by his obsession.

Breathlessly setting soft slow passionate thrusts, till desperate pleads begs to be fucked and firmly picks up his thrusts; also needing release as sweat beads over their bodies.

“Reginald!” Marshall breathlessly moans firmly thrusting his cock deep and releasing his hot seed, followed by warm sensation between them with cries of undying love.

Several peaceful moments float by listening to the other’s breathing return to a normal rhythm, before Marshall slowly rolls to his back and Elton lovingly following with warm kisses over his chest, before resting his head.

“I thought you were working in the studio?” Elton whispers, after several long moments of listening to his Baby’s perfect heart.

“It’s hard to work when your partner starts waving a gun around.” Marshall says, forcing him to his back and looking deep into his eyes.

“Sweetheart . . .” Marshall says, as he is nervously trying to move away.

“He made me Mad!” Elton defensively whines.

“You’re not getting up till you explain.” Marshall firmly says again looking directly into his eyes, using his body to keep him still.

“I told you . . . he made me mad. I wouldn’t have shot him. I just wanted him to back off.” Elton pitifully explains.

“I have to go check on Precious.” Elton quickly adds, with a quick kiss to his perfect chin.

“Fuzz Ball Is Fine! Where did you get it?” Marshall asks.

“I bought it.” Elton nonchalantly comments still trying to get up.

“I assumed that much. Where . . . Why?” Marshall says getting a little agitated.

“The pawn shop on Duncan . . . I’m here a lot of nights by myself.” Elton defensively whines.

“When are you here alone?” Marshall asks quickly sitting up.

“All the Fuckin’ Time.” Elton agitatedly states also sitting up.

“You’re not putting me on a guilt trip! I personally saw to the security Myself this house is perfectly safe. Iris is here everyday and Jake is with you twenty four seven.” Marshall agitatedly explains getting up and pacing around the room.

“Crying isn’t going to help. Tomorrow you will take it back where you got it. AND I never Ever want you to buy another one! Have I made myself clear?” Marshall sternly explains getting back into bed.

“If you don’t like it here move to fuckin’ Michigan like I’ve fuckin’ been asking You to do.” Marshall sincerely explains taking his hands into his.

“This is Our Home.” Elton emotionally cries, staring down at their hands.

“Sweetheart Our Home is where ever we are.” Marshall emotionally says wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Okay . . . okay . . . . stop crying.” Marshall soothingly says, lying back with him in his arms.

“Please.” Marshall soothingly whispers, tightening his hold.

“You’re mad at me.” Elton emotionally cries.

“I’m not mad at you. Guns are dangerous and I don’t want you around them.” Marshall sincerely says, pushing him over on his back and looking directly into his eyes.

“Promise Me. No more guns.” Marshall sincerely says, placing a little kiss on his chin.

“Promise.” Elton sincerely says, as his finger tips tracing perfect facial features.

“But you ought to have seen his face it was priceless.” Elton quickly adds with a laugh.

“Leave the gangster shit to me.” Marshall jokingly comments, kissing his fingers tips that softly caress over his lips.

“Let’s eat.” Marshall says starting to get up but Elton grabs hold.

“I wanna stay like this.” Elton whines as Marshall gives him a quick kiss.

“You haven’t eaten . . .” Marshall begins to explain.

“Trey has a big mouth.” Elton quickly interrupts trying to pull him back down.

“Shame Shame Sir Elton is not very proper to talk about your house guests.” Marshall jokingly says leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom.

“He’s not my house guest. You invited him.” Elton playfully points out following; getting a warm feeling all over again that his Baby did in fact call Trey so they wouldn’t have to go to the doctor alone.

They shower together J and then Marshall shows both men how to use the microwave to warm up Iris still fabulous meal; while Precious pulls the pitiful act as often as he can; praying he won’t have to get rid of his balls.

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