Princess and the Castle

Surfing E Bay Elton comes across an ad that reads:

Make the Little Girl in Your Life a Real Princess

For Only $

Your Princess will have her very castle

Child Size play house that she’ll enjoy for many years

Child ages 5 and Up

Elton quickly prints out the plans and jubilantly calls his personal decorator that quickly finds an experienced contractor and within two day Elton and his entourage are off to Detroit, knowing his Baby will most likely kill him, but his Princess’s happiness more important.

Hailie ecstatic about the plans and without Marshall’s knowledge Elton’s version of the castle begins to take shape on the Mathers’ Estate.

Marshall on tour with Obie promoting Cheers calls home every night and talks with Hailie, but begins to worry noticing that their conversations are becoming shorter with each call. Worrying that something is wrong Marshall mentions it to Elton in their nightly conversation and he quickly dismisses the idea of anything is wrong, that most likely she’s just caught up in little girl summer things and if it were anything seriously wrong that Ms. Betty would tell him. Marshall somewhat agreeing; but still bothered by the short conversations and after tossing and turning through the night decides that Obie can handle everything on his own, makes arrangements to return to Detroit.

The limo pulling up the long driveway, Marshall notices heavy equipment everywhere, and jumps out as soon as it comes to a somewhat of a stop and rushes into the house, yelling for Hailie and B.

“Marshall!” B says in surprise, rushing into the foyer.

“Where’s Hailie what’s with the bulldozer?” Marshall urgently asks, rushing past her up the steps.

“She’s outdoors.” B yells after him, walking over to the steps.

“What’s with the bulldozer?” Marshall asks coming back down the few steps; thinking maybe they have a broken underground water pipe.

“We need to talk.” B sincerely says taking his hand and leading him into the living room.

“I wanna see Hailie first.” Marshall says trying to pull Aunt B back in the other direction.

“Noooo . . . . we need to talk first.” B firmly states, pulling him down on the sofa beside her.

“Nothing’s wrong!” B quickly adds, seeing panic in blue eyes.

“We have a visitor . . .” B carefully explains, not really knowing how he explains Elton.

“Okay.” Marshall agrees, thinking Hailie has some of her little friends visiting.

“Elton is here.” B quickly nonchalantly mentions, Marshall eyebrows rise.

“Okay . . . Where are they?” Marshall says but knowing by her expression that there is something else, and most likely not good.

“Outside . . .” B nervously says, and he jumps up and rushes from the room.

“Marshall . . . Elton Loves you . . . .” B quickly comments following behind him.

“Whada Hell!” Marshall states in disbelief, walking out into the yard and seeing major construction.

“Daddy!” Hailie excitedly squeals, running up to him.

“Isn’t my castle Beautiful!” Hailie excitedly squeals, jumping into his arms.

“Yeah.” Marshall totally confused mumbles, wrapping his arms around her.

“You’re home early.” Elton nervously comments, walking up to them, desperately trying not to look directly at his Baby; really was praying the project would be done before he came home.

“It’s so cool . . . I’m gonna have two rooms and a tower with a Shady flag.” Hailie excitedly rattles as Marshall let’s her down.

“Come see!” Hailie excitedly says, pulling on his arm.

“First I need to talk with EJ . . . alone.” Marshall carefully says, trying desperately to hide his anger.

“Daddy! I want you to see my castle First.” Hailie whines, pulling a little harder on his hand.

“Okay . . . okay.” Marshall agrees, and she practically drags him through the yard.

“Marshall this is Mr. Jenson of Jenson Construction and this is Mr. Sims project manger.” Elton explains as the men shake hands.

“Mr. Mathers It’s such an honor.” Mr. Jenson sincerely says, as Marshall is forcing a smile; while keeping a close eye on Hailie who is talking with what he assumes is one of the construction workers.

“Who’s she talking too? Should she be that close?” Marshall tries to ask but it comes out more as a bark.

“Marshall she’s fine. She knows not to go inside without me and a hard hat.” Elton quickly sincerely explains.

“Mr. Mathers please rest assure that the site is very safe. Miss. Mathers is perfectly . . .” Mr. Jenson says in a reassuring tone.

“What was your last project?” Marshall quickly interrupts as Hailie is walking back up to them, with an adult hard hat and her pink one.

“A thirty two room summer cottage for Prince Charles and his lady friend.” Mr. Jenson proudly states; really not caring for Mr. Mathers tone.

“And! I’m supposed to be impressed?” Marshall sarcastically comments with one hell of a fake smile, as Hailie nudges his leg.

“Stop Stressing! And put this on.” Hailie firmly states, handing him a hard hat.

“What about . . .?” Marshall begins to ask.

“Dad!” Hailie firmly states interrupting and he takes the hard hat, and knells down in front of her.

“Sweetheart . . . in the United States there are laws that we have to Have Permits to build.” Marshall carefully explains, with a smile.

“We have Permits . . . . even a few that I really don’t understand why we need them.” Elton quickly explains, knelling down beside his Baby.

“I guess then we go look at this project.” Marshall says after a short pause, helping Elton up from his squatting position.

Mr. Jenson stays in the background and answers all technical questions, as Hailie excitedly explains the two rooms and the tower.

After the grand tour of the half built castle Hailie shows him command center; which really is the patio off from the breakfast room in front of his studio.

Hailie excitedly explains the décor with samples of carpet, paint and fabric. Then goes on to explain the add on rooms and private drive that she will need when she moves out.

“It’s a playhouse! You’re not moving . . .” Marshall firmly states, playfully pulling her between his legs.

“Dad . . . it’s a Castle now . . . but we can add on. You can charge me rent . . . just as long as it’s not outrages! I do own the building, you just own the land. And! you can’t be a grouchy landlord.” Hailie explains.

“This is your entire fault!” Marshall firmly points out to Elton sitting across from them.

“What she is trying to explain if you would listen further than moving out! It can be redone later to be . . . like a studio apartment.” Elton quickly explains flipping through the floor plans and then sliding them over.

“She’s never going to leave home.” Elton silently mouths to him with several happy facial expressions as she is looking down at drawings of the castle and for the first time Marshall actually genuinely smiles, thinking it’s the best part of the castle plan he has heard yet.

“Soooo what do ya’ll want to do now?” Marshall happily asks, after a few minutes of his chin lightly resting on her shoulder, watching her studying several drawings and samples.

“I have an appointment with the decorator at one.” Hailie nonchalantly comments, looking at the carpet samples one more time before glancing back at him.

“Does EJ know that You are Only Ten and Ten year olds don’t have appointments with decorators?” Marshall tries to ask calmly, looking directly at Elton.

“Yes He Does. He also knows that her Daddy could use a Nap!” Elton sarcastically says with a smile.

“I don’t need a nap!” Marshall defensively whines in a childish tone.

“Then stop stressing!” Hailie firmly states, playfully pushing his cheeks together between her small hands, laughing.

“Fine! Sir Elton would you please check Miss. Mathers schedule and see if she could possible fit . . . pencil her father in some time today.” Marshall very professionally asks.

“You can have lunch with us . . . . the decorator won’t be here till one and gymnastic isn’t till three.” Elton explains as Hailie is pulling up her schedule on her new Palm and interrupts.

“Then the whole team is going out for pizza EJ is going you wanna go?” Hailie excitedly explains.

Elton happily sits back smiling seeing a lot of Marshall in Princess as she sporadically explains her floor routine for an up coming competition. Marshall listening to her but mentally planning ways he’s going to kill Elton when their alone, cause she didn’t have a castle or a Palm when he left four days ago.

They have lunch together and with several quite threats from Elton Marshall goes to his home studio, while they talk with the decorator.

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Afterwards all three go to Gymnastics and for pizza. During pizza Hailie and her friends plan a sleep over for once the castle is done; the parents finding Elton very charming.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Bedtime arrives and Hailie reads the first bed time story aloud, and then Elton reads the other with Marshall adding in voices and sounds before tucking her in.

Afterwards Elton wonders out to the patio as Marshall makes several calls.

“Follow Me!” Marshall firmly states walking up behind him, and then quickly heads towards the home studio, on the other side of the large patio.

“I can explain.” Elton sincerely whispers, trying to keep up with his Baby’s fast pace walk.

“I can explain.” Elton nervously says again, after entering the studio and shutting and nonchalantly locking the door.

“You’ve already said that.” Marshall calmly comments, glancing over the mixing board.

“I saw this castle on eBay and before I realized . . . . My Princess Needs a castle.” Elton defensively explains, nervously standing by the door.

“What part of . . . I want Hailie to have a normal life . . . . that I was Not Going To Spoil Her . . . haven’t you understood?” Marshall tries to calmly explain, mindlessly playing with the buttons on the mixing board.

“What parts haven’t you understood?” Elton angrily states, mentally cussing his Baby for interrupting his three days of Heaven spoiling his Princess, taking a few steps towards him.

“What?” Marshall asks quickly turning around, and his eyes finally connecting with Elton’s for the first time.

“I thought I made my self clear the last time. I Will . . . .” Elton firmly says, taking another small step towards him.

“You’re going to listen this time! So sit down!” Elton states, roughly pushing him down in a swivel desk chair, and resting his hands on the arms of it, looking directly into startled blue eyes.

“I Love You.” Elton quickly sincerely adds, not able to resist the urge to place a quick kiss on perfect soft lips.

“I get Bored! Sitting home Alone.” Elton firmly states.

“Get a job.” Marshall jokingly comments with a laugh, after giving him a quick kiss.

“I have a job.” Elton wickedly says with a laugh; his heart knowing his job is taking care of his Family.

“Oh you do.” Marshall sarcastically comments with a laugh.

“Yes . . . following your ass around!” Elton jokingly says with a laugh, placing a kiss on his Baby’s perfect forehead.

“Excuse Me . . . . BUT My Ass was in Texas! While you where here digging up the fucking yard. I talked to you on the phone . . . . . You said everything was okay.” Marshall agitatedly states getting up and pacing around the room, thinking about their phone conversation; it all making since now why Elton always called early on his cel phone.

“Everything was okay until your tight wad ass came home.” Elton firmly states, with his hands on his hips.

“Tight wad? I’m Not a Tight Wad!” Marshall defensively states, flopping down on the sofa.

“I will spoil Princess and You any Damn time I damn well please!” Elton firmly explains, now standing directly in front of him with his hands still on his hips.

“I’m not your . . . . Bitch . . . . you don’t have to cater to my or Hailie’s every need.” Marshall firmly tries to explain, as Elton is straddling him.

“Ssshh . . . don’t ruin my fantasy.” Elton seductively moans, kissing on his perfect neck.

“You wouldn’t have to leave our bed.” Elton seductively whispers, continuing to seductively kiss and suck on his perfect neck, as his hands fight with the extra large t-shirts to find perfect skin.

“Sweetheart . . . .” Marshall softly moans, sliding further down in the sofa, as one of Elton’s hands finally reaches his perfect chest and tweaks one perfect nipple.

“I’ve missed you.” Elton seductively moans, continuing his passionate assault on his perfect neck.

“I’m still mad at you.” Marshall softly whispers, before pulling him into a deep passionate kiss.

“Okay . . .” Elton breathlessly whispers, slowly moving from his lap to the floor and slightly tugging on the waist band of his sweats and he lifts his perfect hips, and he slowly pulls them to his perfect ankles.

Lost in each other’s eyes, he slowly removes his Baby’s shoes and then finally releases the sweats and boxers from around his perfect ankles.

“Are you sure you want to stay mad?” Elton wickedly asks, seductively caressing his hands over the top of his perfect muscular legs; restraining the deep urge to touch the perfect large hard cock in front of him.

“I’ll have to think about it.” Marshall softly mumbles quickly pulling off his t-shirts and then forcing Elton to the floor and passionately attacking his mouth.

“Don’t think to long . . .” Elton breathlessly says, forcing him over on his back and then getting on his knees and pulling a tube from his front pocket and placing it on his perfect muscular chest.

“The night could become very lonely.” Elton wickedly says, forcing himself to stand and then playfully planting his sock feet on each side of perfect hips.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Marshall firmly states, grabbing hold of his ankles.

“Well then.” Elton evilly says, as Marshall quickly sits up.

“I’m not mad.” Marshall softly mumbles, getting to his knees and starts working on his belt and pants; as his hands roam through short choppy bleached hair.

“That’s not it.” Elton breathlessly whispers looking directly into blue eyes as he forces himself to slightly move from his perfect touch; so desperately wanting to hear that his Baby has finally gotten it through his thick skull, that it’s not spoiling Princess it’s just he so desperately wants to take care of his Family.

“I will never ever give you permission to spoil Hailie.” Marshall nonchalantly explains moving to the sofa; mentally thinking alright wanna play dirty lets play.

“Thanks for the lube it’s a lot better than the spit I used last night.” Marshall seductively explains, applying it to his painfully hard cock, and slowly begins stroking; his eyes locked with Elton’s.

“Never say never.” Elton calmly says, ever muscle and nerve in his body erotically trembling as he leans over and places a kiss on his perfect forehead and then quickly forcing himself to move away.

“Nite Nite . . .” Elton breathlessly says, after a few seconds of watching his perfect hand slide up and down his perfect long hard length and his head lull back.

“Damn It!” Elton agitatedly whines after walking over to the door, and turning around and watching his Baby another few seconds.

“Ssshhh . . . you’re interrupting my fantasy.” Marshall struggles to say as his hand slides up and down his painfully hard cock; that is demanding for the game to end.

“What fantasy would that be?” Elton seductively asks, dimming the lights and quickly removing his clothes.

“The one were you’re riding my cock.” Marshall seductively moans, applying more lube to his cock, after he moves directly in front of him.

“You have more than one?” Elton seductively asks as his hand stroks his own needy hard dick in time with his Baby’s stroking, as he is straddling his perfect waist.

Elton erotically moans as Marshall’s hands quickly roam over his ass, pulling him closer.

“Lift up.” Marshall struggles to seductively whisper, reaching for the lube with one hand as the other begins stroking his hard dick.

Elton erotically moans as one perfect hand wraps around his needy dick and firmly strokes, as the other prepares his needy hole.

Grabbing the back of the sofa Elton slowly lowers onto perfect heaven, as perfect hands softly caresses over his body.

Quickly falling into a hot needy motion, mouth’s erotically latching onto sweaty flesh.

Elton’s body begins to spasm and he erotically screams spewing into perfect firm stokes; followed by a perfect warm sensation filling and erotic moaning.

“We have to move.” Elton mumbles, after several long moments of resting his head on his Baby’s shoulder; and he moans objection tighten his arms around him.

“Darlin’ . . . we have to move . . .” Elton softly moans a few moments later, and Marshall agrees with the slight shake of the head.

“Baby . . . not that way.” Elton seductively moans as perfect hips slightly thrusts forward.

“Don’t rush me.” Marshall totally relaxed mumbles; and Elton forces his own totally relaxed body to lift up, moaning from the lost.

“Princess will coming looking for one of us in the morning most likely you since she knows your home.” Elton nervously says, as Marshall grabs his wrist; knowing he has to get detached from the perfect body that is slipping into a peaceful sleep.

“Come On!” Elton says after a few moments after getting up and dressing, and Marshall mumbles his dissatisfaction of having to move but gets up and pulls on his clothes.

“I Love You.” Elton emotionally mumbles, wrapping his arms around his Baby’s perfect neck.

“I Love You.” Marshall breathlessly says, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“It feels like we’re on a date.” Marshall softly comments moments later as they walk across the patio, Elton’s arm locked around his.

“You wouldn’t have gotten lucky.” Elton playfully whispers, as Marshall opens the door for him.

“Seriously we need to talk.” Elton nervously says as they start through the kitchen, Marshall quickly stopping and nervously looking at him.

“Why?” Marshall nervously asks, as Elton pulls out a kitchen chair and sits down.

“The last several months have been the answer to all my prayers . . . you’ve let me into your world. You’ve let me closer to Hailie. I consider . . . . Princess and you my family . . . .” Elton emotionally begins to explain, resting his hands on the table and nervously twisting them.

“We are family.” Marshall sincerely says with his whole body heart and soul, quickly sitting down beside him and resting his hands softly over his.

“I do apologize for not asking first but I just want to give her the world. I always thought . . . come to realize with my life style . . . that I would never experience the joy of children . . . of my own.” Elton emotionally explains, staring at their hands now locked together.

“I truly genuinely love you and Hailie with my whole heart body and soul.” Elton emotionally says, looking directly into perfect blue eyes.

“I Love You!” Marshall emotionally interrupts pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“What you think as catering is just my way of taking care of My Family . . . .” Elton breathlessly whispers after they slightly pull away, his Baby’s hand softly resting on his shoulder.

“But your family didn’t need a castle . . .” Marshall says with a warm smile.

“You give her this nice home; the best education . . . . . . so that doesn’t leave much for me.” Elton emotionally interrupts; their hands tightly locked together again.

“Sweetheart you don’t need to buy her love. She has loved you long before . . . . us . . .” Marshall sincerely explains; thinking back to years ago when Hailie first meet Elton at a concert that he special played Rocket Man.

“Damn you two have more in common than me and you. Both of you can shop for hours straight.” Marshall quickly playfully adds.

“And by the way if either of you buy me another pair of boxers I’m going to scream!” Marshall tries to firmly point out.

“No pout face!” Marshall quickly adds, noticing his expression.

“Okay . . . Okay what do you buy a man that has everything?” Elton defensively whines.

“Nothing!” Marshall firmly states.

“We just want you to know we’re thinking about you . . .” Elton tries to defensively say.

“With Boxers?” Marshall quickly asks interrupting; finding no logic to the statement.

“It’s hard to buy clothes for a man that owns his own clothing company.” Elton defensively says.

“We’ve gotten sidetracked. Promise Me! No More Expense Gifts!” Marshall tries to firmly say.

“Reginald! Promise Me!” Marshall says, after a few seconds of no responds, just squirming.

“I Can’t . . . . . And You’re going to have to learn to live with it!” Elton pitifully whines.

“Okay I see we’re getting no where. BUT this discussion is NO where near being Over!” Marshall firmly states, getting up from the table.

“Fine! BUT Princess and You are my family! And I Will Not Be Told by you or anyone else . . . . .” Elton emotionally rattles, firmly grabbing hold of his wrist.

“Sweetheart!” Marshall interrupts the ranting; whishing to God that he could just Once get the last word.

“How to take care of My Family!” Elton quickly adds; Marshall just nodding his head with a smile.

“Always remember Your Family Loves You.” Marshall softy truthfully whispers, placing his hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into a deep passionate kiss.

“You and Hailie Jade have made my life complete.” Elton emotionally whispers, breathlessly slightly pulling away.

“I love you.” Marshall truthfully whispers with a warm smile.

“I Love You.” Elton truthfully whispers, with all his heart body and soul whispers, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Aunt B very silently emotionally heads back to her room no longer thirsty, happy that what her nephew has somewhat explained and what she has seen in his beautiful blue eyes is true, but extremely worried in what the world would think of him finally being happy.

“We have to go to bed . . .” Marshall breathlessly tries to say with a smile and Elton nodes his head with a smile.

“Maybe . . . . I could replace the sofa in the studio with a sofa bed.” Elton playfully suggests, and Marshall laughs nodding his head no.

“I’ll replace it.” Marshall says with a small laugh, as Elton places a small quick kiss on his lips.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“I Love You Sweet Dreams.” Elton softly whispers, placing a quick soft kiss on his Baby’s perfect lips.

“I Love You . . . Sweet Dreams.” Marshall breathlessly whispers, wanting a second but moving away.

Marshall smiles and heads to his bedroom on the other side of the long ass hall way, stopping by Hailie’s room and peaking in and giving thumbs up to Elton as he carefully closes the door back, before making it to his own and taking a glace back at the guest room door slowly closing.

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