~ SHOPPING ~

Trey and Joshua follow behind a very giddy Elton into his favorite furniture boutique.

“I have to get this right.” Elton sincerely whines, scanning over the store for his dear close friend Felipe the store owner.

“I really don’t think you two are going to notice furniture.” Trey truthfully comments, nudging Joshua so he gets the point.

“Yes we will!” Elton says sitting down in what Trey thinks is an ugly chair.

“I want . . . .” Elton sincerely begins to explains, as Joshua forces himself not to puke.

“To be cozy . . . warm . . . to be a real home.” Trey interrupts resisting in a mocking tone what he has heard since the whole home thing started with the Lovebirds, smiling over at Joshua.

“Let’s just get it over with!” Joshua agitatedly whines, thinking about all the money Elton has already spent for the fuckin’ love nest.

Felipe joins them, and explains in great detail all the new fabulous things that he has, but he is interrupted by a sales clerk, excitedly trying to whisper.

“Sir Elton it’s been awhile!” Marshall nonchalantly says, walking up and extending his hand for him to shake.

“Em!” Elton struggles to say totally shocked; Joshua’s day just getting worse.

“I guess I’m in the right place if Sir Elton shops here.” Marshall nonchalantly comments, playfully punching Joshua in the arm.

“Mr. Mathers the beds you were asking about are in this direction.” Felipe nervously says, waving his hand to the left; Joshua just wanting to smack the smug look off Elton’s asshole of a lover’s face.

“I’m looking for a new bed, have any suggestions?” Marshall nonchalantly asks Elton, who looks as if he is gonna drop dead any moment.

“B . . .e . . .d?” Elton breathlessly mumbles, as Trey is trying to nudge him closer to Marshall.

“Yeah bed. You know them things you sleep on. Don’t they have them in England?” Marshall jokingly comments loving his partner’s lost expression as he squeezes his hand before letting go.

“The bionic woman says that we have a sleep number. Do you believe in that stuff?” Marshall nonchalantly asks; Elton lost in his Baby’s prefect blue eyes and how gorgeous he looks in red and white.

“OH! OH the Lindsay Wagner bed!” Trey excitedly squeals, realizing what Marshall is talking about and the infomercial and excitedly nudging Elton again.

“Yeah.” Marshall excitedly says, glad at least one person among the group knows what the hell he is talking about, but more concerned with Elton’s far away expression.

“Mr. Mathers I’m really sorry but we don’t carry the Sleep Number bed. We do carry the Tempur-Pedic.” Felipe nervously explains, Marshall having second thoughts about surprising Elton.

“It’s a foam mattress that follows the contours of your body.” Elton nervously explains, noticing his Baby’s expression changing to the normal stressing.

“Show me.” Marshall says, glancing over at the owner, and they walk over to the bed area, Trey having to nudge Elton again to follow.

“Pull your self together; your man knows what he’s doing.” Trey softly whispers to Elton as they follow a few steps behind.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Trey excitedly whispers, smiling over at Joshua; Elton just wanting to jubilant scream out that YES that is HIS Fabulous Gorgeous Delicious Baby walking in front of them, but his feet having trouble moving, because of the hard on he has caused.

The owner explains in great detail the bed as Marshall flops down, and rolls around on it.

“I don’t like it . . . it feels like a big marshmallow.” Marshall truthfully comments, lying on his back looking directly up at Elton.

“I’ve only heard good things.” Elton quickly says, holding back a sensual moan with quickly clearing his throat.

“I sleep on my stomach a lot what if my head falls off the pillow and it swallows up my face and I smother to death.” Marshall sporadically says; Joshua mentally thinking no such luck, but one can hope.

“I really think you’ll know before your lungs run out of air . . . and move.” Elton sincerely says with a smile, jokingly thinking he would definitely have no trouble with giving mouth to mouth.

“To risky . . . what else you got?” Marshall says, sitting up, playfully nudging Elton’s leg.

“Felipe what about something like what you sold me for my Atlanta home.” Elton quickly asks.

“The down feathers.” Felipe excitedly squeals remembering the bed.

“No! . . . the little feathers prick you.” Marshall quickly comments, remember the bed.

“What excitedly are you looking for Mr. Mathers?” Felipe carefully asks; Elton making a mental note to get rid of the bed at the Atlanta house; Joshua seeing more dollar signs.

“I don’t know. You’re the furniture person!” Marshall sarcastically comments flopping down on another bed.

“I’ll know when I feel it.” Marshall nonchalantly comments; Trey thinking he would love to feel it just one time well more than one but at the moment a touch would help the throbbing in his pants.

“This could take a while. Why don’t you go give the employees the rest of the day off and close up?” Marshall explains getting up from the bed and looking over at Box, who quickly pulls out a large wad of money; Elton quickly coming back to reality taking a few steps towards his Baby that is definitely ignoring him at the moment.

“I plan on spending an obscene amount of money and I’m sure Sir Elton does also. We don’t want to be disturbed. So take the money close down and grab your ordering pad or what ever you need.” Marshall firmly explains taking the cash from Box and handing it to Felipe.

“You’ve lost your mind.” Elton struggles to say at a whisper grabbing his Baby by his arm and pulling him away from the group, after Felipe rushes away; Joshua silently cheering thinking his Love is going to send the annoying fucker away. Jake and Box leaving to stand watch at the front and back doors of the store.

“I’m shopping for a bed . . . how is that losing my mind?” Marshall jokingly comments, pulling away and flopping down on another bed.

“What if . . .” Elton nervously mumbles, but Marshall quickly interrupts by pulling him down on the bed; Joshua smiling thinking Elton is about to lose his temper any minute now.

“The press was to catch us in bed together?” Marshall nonchalantly comments with a laugh, lying over Elton; Trey mentally thinking Fuck It if Elton doesn’t want too to help pick out a bed he Will.

“This is not funny.” Elton nervously states, placing his hands somewhat under his Baby’s arms trying to gently push him away.

“Yes it is! Marshall Mathers caught in bed with Sir Elton John, What would GLADD say?” Marshall says with a laugh, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

“Baby Please” Elton pleads trying to get up; Joshua taking a step towards the bed to help and Trey roughly grabbing his arm with a direct evil look.

“We’re going to pick out our bed together Or I’m going to stand up in the middle of this store and yell on the top of my lungs that . . . . that . . . that your friend pinched my ass! Then I’ll sue for damages Mental stress! Which will cause your dear friend into bankrupt and by the looks of him, he’ll have a mental break down and kill him self! All of it being your fault cause you wouldn’t help me pick out a bed.” Marshall sporadically explains at a whisper holding tightly to Elton as Trey whispers threatening words to Joshua to back the fuck up or he’d call Marshall’s bodyguard back over.

“That’s Blackmail!” Elton says in shock, forcing himself not to get lost in prefect blue eyes.

“Noooo . . . . I want us to pick out a damn bed together!” Marshall agitatedly states, moving so Elton can get up; Joshua silently cussing Trey and the Spoiled Scum Bag.

“Fine! This one is to firm!” Elton agitatedly says, getting off the bed; wishing that just once someone would clue him in about days like this.

“Fine! And by the way I’ve changed my mine about the bedroom color.” Marshall nonchalantly says, getting off the bed; Joshua thinking pull out the checkbook the Almighty Scumbag has changed his mine.

“We’ve done gone through all of that you said Indigo.” Elton whines, thinking about all the time they’ve spent on trying to come to some agreement on color themes.

“Are you whining?” Marshall asks with a laugh flopping down on another bed; Trey knowing he wouldn’t be a whiner He’d give the Prefect Man anything he wanted.

“NO! I’m not whinnying! It’s just most likely the painters are painting as we speak.” Elton explains; both Trey and Marshall both smiling at each other knowing he is definitely whinnying.

“So! I’ve changed my mine. I want gray well more a silver . . . maybe its platinum.” Marshall explains while moving around on the bed; Elton thinking add another fuckin’ week before moving day.

“Trey . . . . what would you call gray but washed a lot.” Marshall nonchalantly asks, still moving around on the bed.

Elton thinking moving day is really never going to come because first it was just a little remodeling that has turned out to be several long weeks of new security walls and system, some kind of stereo central stuff and then just several walls being knocked down, that makes their eight bedroom a four for a music slash hang out room and all this coming from His Baby that doesn’t care as long as he’s excite words “As long as your happy I’m happy.”

“Washed Silver?” Trey says after thinking about it a few seconds, stepping in front of Joshua who is trying to move closer to Elton.

“Fine! I’ll call the painters and have the walls painted silver.” Elton agitatedly says; while mentally thinking up ways to return the torture as Marshall gets off the bed and stands directly in front of him.

“Washed silver.” Marshall quickly comments, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, and Elton quickly throwing out his thoughts of torture.

“Where did you see this color?” Elton curiously asks hopping it will give some clue to what washed silver looks like, fighting the urge to choke his Baby prefect neck for what he is doing to his body.

“The new Sharpie you know the gray one that writes on black stuff. But! Not the color it writes the color of a new point one.” Marshall nonchalantly explains flopping down on the next bed, Elton falling in love all over again, because his Baby is the only one that would examine the tip of a Sharpie.

“Have we found something we like?” Felipe excitedly asks walking up to them; Joshua quickly thinking of something he definitely doesn’t like.

“Noooo casue Sir Elton won’t help me.” Marshall playfully whines lying down on another bed; Felipe quickly wanting to kill his dear friend Elton because after counting the cash Mr. Mathers’ needs be kept happy.

“Sir Elton what do you think of this one?” Marshall tries to ask calmly, moving over so he can sit down.

“It feels good.” Elton nervously says, sitting down and bouncing a little, laying his hands over his lap to hide the obvious.

“Lay down . . . you need to get the full effect.” Marshall says, quickly pulling him down beside him and Elton nervously slightly moves around on his back.

“I like it not too hard but not soft.” Elton nervously comments lying on his back; Felipe quickly noticing Elton’s hard on but thinking he’d have the same problem with such a nice muscular body beside him, really not giving a shit what the press has said, now that he has met the man, and the very exquisite nest egg he has provided not hurting one bit.

“Alright Goldilocks . . . this is it.” Marshall says as Elton quickly moves to his side to face him, mostly to hide his problem from the three men watching them.

“We . . . I’ll take it but I’ll need it King sized and four . . . we . . . I have four bedrooms.” Marshall struggles to explain, finding it very hard to speak with Elton laying beside him and not able to touch; Elton mentally kicking himself for thinking coming face to face with his Baby would help his problem that’s now getting bigger.

“One of them California King.” Elton tries to nonchalantly say, and Marshall slowly shakes his head in agreement wondering if the men would notice if he made love to Elton right here.

“Yes Sir.” Felipe happily says, writing it down on his clipboard, noticing that neither man is making an attempt to get up.

“What were you shopping for before I barged in?” Marshall playfully asks, Definitely needing to get His Mind and Body elsewhere looking directly into Elton’s eyes with a large smile.

“I need to furnish . . . my Nevada home.” Elton says, definitely having a hard time remembering they’re in a store.

“Oh you have a Nevada home?” Marshall simply asks; Felipe pushing thoughts of how natural the odd couple looks.

“Yes . . . my partner and I just bought a new home.” Elton sinfully says, as Marshall evilly waves at Joshua; who really wants to puke.

Felipe wondering how in the Hell Elton’s partner is so calmly watching, quickly throwing out erotic thoughts after looking over at Joshua who looks as if he’s about to commit murder.

“Do you think Joshua would want to watch us make out?” Marshall sinfully whispers, letting his hand come to rest on Elton’s chest.

“Marshall Bruce Mathers!” Elton emotionally states quickly sitting up; Felipe quickly wanting to again kill his friend if he makes Mr. Mathers mad, but personally knowing that fire in his eyes and painfully thinking maybe he’ll have to help bury Mr. Mathers’ gorgeous body, Trey definitely in his own world calling out the most prefect name in the heat of passion.

Elton quickly stands and so does Marshall, Joshua rushing over and sweetly asking if he’s okay.

“Go Away!” Marshall agitatedly states, looking directly at Joshua, and Elton smacks him on the arm.

“Come on . . . . a new house we’re gonna need lots of stuff.” Marshall quickly whispers, grabbing Elton’s hands walking backwards; knowing by his partner’s expression he is in full pouting mode and he needs to fix it quick. Joshua not wanting the asshole Scum Bag to cause a scene, politely excuse him self.

Several moments later Elton now holding onto his Baby’s arm; they walk around the store; Elton occasionally hearing the wedding march from the way they’re walking.

“I Love This!” Elton happily comments, seeing a beige velvet sectional sofa and sitting down and then slowly caressing his hand over the soft seat cushion.

“Both of you could lay down and not be in the other’s way, but could if you wanted.” Marshall says, lying down on the other side noticing they both could fit, but suddenly bust out laughing.

“What’s wrong with it?” Elton nervously asks; Trey silently thinking you on it instead of me.

“Nothing! See your Brilliant Partner could lay here and you could lay there and play tootsies.” Marshall struggles to explain between his laughing.

“I’ll take it.” Elton quickly says, having no ideal what tootsies is, but desperately needing to know what has caused such a sparkle in his Baby’s prefect blue eyes.

“Do the throw pillows come with it?” Trey curiously asks, as Marshall tries to pull him self together.

“Yes Sir.” Felipe quickly says, pulling his mind back from weird thoughts of how much of a couple the two have been acting.

“He wants the cocktail table too, and double the pillows.” Marshall says sitting up, noticing the square oak table in front of them.

“That’s going to be a lot of throw pillows.” Elton comments, as Felipe is steadily writing.

“We all know these things end up on the floor, but your never know when you’ll end up on the floor.” Marshall explains, tossing a throw pillow at Elton with a seductive smile.

“Good Point.” Elton happily states, tossing the pillow back.

“Table . . . we need a dinning table.” Elton quickly says, glancing up at Felipe.

“Nothing Fancy!” Marshall quickly firmly states.

“Nothing like them tables that sets fifty people. Eating shouldn’t be a stress time. If you have friends over they shouldn’t have to yell to have polite conversion. Eight at the most.” Marshall nervously explains not like the owners expression; Felipe wondering how in the hell the odd couple ended up a couple definitely a couple.

“If more than eight you can serve buffet style where your guest can mingle.” Trey quickly adds, truly impressed with Marshall’s thinking.

“Well then . . . We need a table for eight or less.” Elton emotionally says; while mentally thinking his Baby’s tight ass on any flat surface would do at this point.

Marshall sincerely tries to let Elton have his way, on most of the shopping. Mirrors, pictures, pieces of furniture, things he swears he can’t live without and has the prefect place for, but him the one drooling when they come across a pool table that was once owned by Al Pico and Felipe happily writes it down.

“Let the Motherfucker’s on MTV Cribs Top This!” Marshall mentally thinks with a laugh, as the group moves on and he takes one more quick look and touch.

“It won’t match!” Elton firmly whispers several moments later, pulling his Baby discreetly to the side; really wanting the antique bar table not the plain modern thing.

“My Hennessy is not going on some old shit that most likely will fall apart!” Marshall agitatedly whispers, the shopping thing really getting old, but making love to his partner still very Firm in his cock.

“That one will look good with the pool table.” Marshall nonchalantly says, pointing to another bar table, thinking it’s the ugliest piece of shit he’s every seen BUT it has the Almighty’s gold trim obsession thing going on and it seems to look like the same color as the pool table.

“No It Won’t . . . I’m going to so hurt you when we leave here.” Elton threatens, pointing his finger.

Trey knowing if one of them even thinks Shopping in his presents again that he’ll have to kill as Felipe writes down both as he has done several times when the Odd couple have come to what he now just thinks is a normal couple stare down.

“Excuse Us.” Marshall playfully announces, quickly pulling Elton further away from the group, both men watching perking up at the change.

“How . . . you gonna spank me?” Marshall wickedly asks, wrapping his arms around Elton’s neck.

“Stop!” Elton struggles to whisper, and Marshall tightens his hold noticing his Partner has the same problem.

“I have to piss! Where’s the bathroom?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, looking directly over at Felipe who definitely knows their a couple now, and it’s not from watching them all day, it’s they’re definitely grinding against each other.

“They’re gonna fuck in the bathroom.” Trey excitedly says as Joshua walks up, but quickly turns around and walks away as Felipe is pointing towards the back of the store.

Marshall practically drags Elton towards the back of the store as Trey quickly grabs Felipe’s hand and drags him in the opposite direction. Finding a nice corner and seductively smiling Trey roams his finger down Felipe’s chest, and then quickly places both hands on his shoulders, and he happily goes to his knees with thoughts of the odd couple.

~~~~~

“Baby we can’t . . .” Elton nervously pleads but Marshall quickly quiets him by passionately attacking his mouth, while frantically working on his annoying belt and pants.

“Oh Yeah we can.” Marshall breathlessly moans, finally releasing his dress pants to his ankles.

“Baby . . . .” Elton breathlessly moans, as Marshall is forcing him gently around and over the bathroom counter.

“Shhhhhh” Marshall seductively moans in his ear, as he is running a hand up inside the back of his shirt, and loudly moans as his prefect hand connects with hot skin; as his other prefect hand grabs a small tube of lube from his sweatpants pocket and sets it up on the counter.

“Oh God!” Elton loudly moans as a prefect hand then wraps around his hard dick, as he is trying to reach around to touch any part of his Baby.

“Wanna stop?” Marshall evilly asks against Elton’s ear struggling to work his sweats down.

“Noooooo.” Elton desperately moans, as one prefect hand strokes even harder, as the other now roams his bare ass and then begins applying lube.

“I’m not gonna last,” Marshall tries to warn, slowly entering his tight obsession, as Elton quickly grabs onto the counter’s edge.

Becoming completely still both men struggle not to loudly moan out from the intense pleasure for several moments before Marshall begins slowing moving.

Deep needing moans of passion from his partner Marshall picks up the pace, now holding tightly to Elton’s hips.

“I Love You.” Marshall emotionally moans, as his thrusts become forceful, as every muscle and nerve in his body begins to erotically tremble and he begins to stroke Elton’s cock again.

“Oh God YES!” Elton emotionally screams spewing into his Baby’s prefect hand, as Marshall’s seed spews into his tight obsession.

“You okay?” Marshall breathlessly mumbles after several minutes and Elton delightfully struggles to shake his head yes, his whole body heart and soul in total heaven.

After several moments Marshall forces him self from Elton’s back to completely standing, and Elton quickly musters up the little bit of energy that he has left to stand and turns falling into prefect arms.

“I Love You.” Elton truthfully whispers wrapping his arms around his Baby’s prefect neck.

“Why are you whispering now? Marshall says, tightening his hold and leaning against the door.

“Shit!” Elton frantically mumbles, coming back to reality and pulling away.

“Don’t start stressing.” Marshall says sliding down the door watching Elton turn on the water and clean off and then frantically adjusting his clothes.

“You need to stand.” Elton frantically says after a few minutes, holding a warm wash cloth.

“I can’t . . . shopping is exhausting.” Marshall tries to jokingly comment, sitting on the floor with his boxers and sweats still around his ankles.

“You look like you just had sex.” Elton frantically says, pulling on his Baby’s wrist.

“Maybe cause I just did.” Marshall playfully says, finally letting him pull him from the floor, and playfully stumbling and pulling him into his arms.

“FUCK . . . That’s cold!” Marshall firmly states, trying to grab the now cold washcloth from Elton’s hand.

“Be still.” Elton frantically says, trying to gently wipe his prefect cock, but he grabs the washcloth and gives it a toss to the sink.

“We’re going straight to the hotel . . . you can give me a bath then.” Marshall tries to seductively suggest while pulling up his sweats and adjusting as Elton quickly pulls the dew rag from his head.

“Elton.” Marshall whines, jerking back the dew rag.

“Felipe is going to know what you did.” Elton frantically says.

“What I did . . . you mean what We Did. I really think he already knows.” Marshall explains shoving the dew rag in his pocket after noticing it is sweaty and then washing his hands.

“Just make sure he keeps his mouth shut.” Marshall seriously states, drying his hands.

“He will . . . how are we going to leave?” Elton nervously asks, handing over his baseball cap.

“Well . . . you have three choices, down the drain, flushed down the toilet or like a normal person out the door.” Marshall struggles to sincerely explain through a laughing fit as Elton playfully nudges him.

“Listen very careful.” Marshall whispers as if he has this great secret quickly grabbing Elton by the waist a leaning against the door.

“I’ll call Jake and give the secret code and that’ll put into motion the Top Secret Plan.” Marshall slowly explains at a very low whisper.

“We have a secret plan?” Elton excitedly whispers and Marshall bust out laugh.

“We . . . don’t . . .” Marshall says with more laughing, Elton realizing he was just bullshited and punches him in the arm.

“You shouldn’t make fun of me.” Elton pitifully whines, with his hands on his hips.

“But you make it so easy.” Marshall playfully says, noticing full pout mode.

“I Love You.” Marshall sincerely says quickly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“I Love you.” Elton breathlessly says, resting in the most prefect arms, and looking into the most beautiful blue eyes.

With a firm hold on Elton’s hand Marshall opens the door and comes face to face with Joshua.

“I’ll be . . .” Elton cheerfully begins to explain, that he’ll be staying somewhere with his Baby.

“You have appointments tomorrow!” Joshua angrily states.

“Fuck Appointments! Someone else DID!” Paul angrily states walking up behind Marshall and Elton.

“I told you I was going Shopping.” Marshall nonchalantly says as Elton is quickly moving in front of his Baby wanting to kill him before Paul has the chance.

~ Epilogue ~

J

First they settled the bill with Felipe with Box pulling out Marshall’s Black American Express, as he struggles to remember their new address. Elton steps in and gives the address as Marshall is threatening if there is a scatch on the pool table he’ll be back in his best Arnold voice.

On the ride to the hotel both Elton and Paul simultaneously lecture on the importance of not giving security the slip, that it’s Not Safe for him and Box to just go shopping; Elton reaching over the seat several times and nudging Box so he’ll also get the point.

Once at the hotel suite and alone Elton emotionally continues to rattle on and on that he dearly loved their Shopping trip, but would of never stood for it if he knew Box was the only security, stating that Box and Jake would have never been able to handle the total koas.

Marshall finally having enough, strips down, and parades through the sitting room towards the bathroom naked announcing it’s bath time; Elton quickly dropping the subject for the moment and quickly following.

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