AN: The Baby’s first visit to his Sweetheart’s Exclusive New York Penthouse and I hate the fuckin’ title. If anyone has any suggestion I will gladly change it.

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~ Sugar High ~

“I’m here to see Sir Elton John.” Marshall politely announces to the clerk at the front desk of Elton’s New York penthouse.

“Do you have an appointment?” The front desk clerk snootily asks.

“Didn’t know ya needed an appointment to visit someone at home.” Marshall sarcastically comments with a laugh.

“Is Sir Elton expecting you?” The clerk asks finding his comment not at all amusing.

“Just get on your little phone and tell him . . .” Marshall agitatedly says; elbows now resting on the counter.

“Sir Elton isn’t home. You’ll have to come back at another time.” The clerk interrupts.

“Excuse me.” The clerk firmly says turning his attention to two men that have walked up to the desk.

“NO! Excuse Me!” Marshall loudly comments, sliding over in front of the two men.

“What the fuck you looking at?” Marshall agitatedly asks, glancing over his shoulder at the obvious couple as the clerk is getting their mail.

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to please leave.” The clerk firmly states.

“Excuse Me?” Marshall agitatedly asks thinking maybe he didn’t hear correctly.

“I’m asking you to leave.” The clerk firmly states.

“Do you fuckin’ know who I am?” Marshall agitatedly informs.

“I know who you are and as I said earlier! Sir Elton is not at home.” The clerk agitatedly states.

“Alright I’ll wait in his penthouse!” Marshall nonchalantly comments.

“You Are Not on Sir Elton’s Guest List.” The clerk firmly states

“I’m going to take your little guest list and shove it up your ass if you don’t . . .” Marshall angrily spews, reaching over the counter for the asshole.

“Just fuckin’ Get Here before he gets his ass arrested!” Box agitatedly states simultaneously into his cel phone and then hangs up and quickly rushes over and yanks him to the side as if a little child.

“I’ve come to see Sir Elton and I’m Not Leaving Till I Do!” Marshall loudly states, as he’s practically dragged to the lounge area several feet away.

“Hey Buddy . . . I’ll be waiting over Here!” Marshall loudly announces sitting down on a very formal sofa.

“Shut Up!” Box agitatedly threatens sitting down beside him.

“Answer your phone.” Box agitatedly states.

“You called Him!” Marshall agitatedly whines, after looking at the caller id and seeing Elton’s name and then stuffing it back in his front pocket.

“Hi How ya doin’?” Marshall politely says, as an old man and woman walk by and smile.

“Answer your damn phone!” Box agitatedly states, nudging him in the arm; after annoying minutes of him making no attempt to do so.

“Hi.” Marshall politely says as another older couple walks by leaving the building.

“He’s going to keep calling till you answer.” Box agitatedly comments, at a strained whisper.

“No he’s not.” Marshall nonchalantly comments, digging the phone back out and turning it off.

They sit in silences for several moments before Box cel phone begins to ring.

“If that’s him and you answer you’re fired.” Marshall nonchalantly announces while waving at middle-aged lady entering.

“I’m the only one that’ll put up with your shit.” Box quickly informs looking at his cel phone and hitting vibrate and putting it back in its case on his side.

“Do you think she’s . . . . you know?” Marshall curiously asks, nudging him.

“Stop!” Box firmly threatens at a strained whisper.

“Shish! It was only a question. You know opinions are a terrible thing to waste.” Marshall nonchalantly informs.

“So whada think?” Marshall quickly adds.

“Here’s a question for ya. Wonder how upset Sir Elton would be if I take out my gun and shot you in the foot too keep that mind of yours busy for a few minutes?” Box tries to calmly explain with a straight face.

“Shish! Is it that time of the month or what?” Marshall jokingly asks with a laugh.

“Just sit there and be quite. I would really like for it to stay a secret that you’re in town.” Box explains at a strain whisper, but both of them noticing a gentleman slowly walking by obviously checking them out.

“Hello.” Marshall seductively says with a wink; Box mentally knowing that the man can’t possible know.

“Please don’t.” Box pleadingly whispers as he’s seductively winking.

The gentleman leans against the counter and seductively looks back at them while the clerk is getting his mail; Box roughly nudging him as he winks again.

“Hello.” The man seductively says, after slowly walking over to them.

“Hi . . . how ya doin’?” Marshall politely says, quickly standing adjusting he’s clothes with that manly strut as Box desperately tries not to laugh.

“He’s mentally stupid! And Hasn’t had his medication today!” Box firmly barks, trying to pull him down and thankful as the man gives a quick smile and then rushes off.

“Am Not! . . . don’t let the big thug scare you.” Marshall loudly announces, but quickly sits down seeing Elton frantically entering from a side entrance; Joshua stopping and talking with the clerk as Elton rushes over to them.

“You’re early.” Elton breathlessly says, trying to ignore for the moment how gorgeous fabulous sexy his Baby looks in red and white and a strong need to throw him down on the floor right there and make love to him.

“Is that a problem?” Marshall nervously asks, pulling him into a hug and kissing both cheeks like he has seen him do fifty million times.

“Noooooo.” Elton emotionally says, caught off guard by his actions, but definitely enjoying it.

Marshall very gentlemen like holds out his arm, and Elton nervously but proudly takes it and they walk towards the penthouse’s private elevator.

“Excuse Me . . . Please Make sure you put ME at the top of his guest list cause I’m the top to his bottom.” Marshall politely informs stopping at the front desk and looking directly into the clerks eyes; Elton frantically interrupting by jerking him towards the elevator.

“He’s very kinky!” Marshall comically yells back being pulled into the elevator.

“Have you been drinking?” Elton agitatedly whispers glancing over at him, as Jake quickly hits the close button.

“Nope . . . You?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, with a comical expression adjusting his clothes.

“Joshua it’s not very proper to stare at my Big Dick when Elton is around.” Marshall jokingly points out after a few moments of silence.

“Marshall Bruce Mathers III.” Elton says in shock; as Jake and Box desperately try to ignore the comment.

“What? He’s the one standing there undressing me with his eyes.” Marshall innocently whines nudging Elton with his shoulder; but really knowing Joshua is planning ways to have him killed.

Joshua forces self-control knowing his Love is only going to tolerate the childish ways for so long before giving the Scum Bag the boot.

The elevator doors open on the floor below the penthouse and Jake motions Box that this is where they get off. Joshua holding in a growl as Elton motions for him to also leave.

“Bye - Bye Joshie.” Marshall jokingly says with a sarcastic laugh and wave.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Why do you always insist on picking on him?” Elton carefully asks, walking into the penthouse foyer and a maid cheerfully greets them taking his briefcase.

“Cause its fun.” Marshall nonchalantly comments continuing forward into a large room.

“Why do you always insist on hanging out with him?” Marshall asks, slowly wondering around the large room looking at pictures and plaques placed around, as another maid hands Elton a Martini.

“He’s Family.” Elton says for the millionths time, then explains to the maid that she can bring out the cranberry juice, and please tell the chief that they’ll be eating earlier than planned.

“You forgot manger.” Marshall nonchalantly informs, roaming his fingers over the keyboard of the white Yamaha grand piano.

“He is . . . . and a damn good lawyer.” Elton nervously says, as the maid quickly returns with juice and ice.

“Soooooo . . . how is your day going?” Marshall nonchalantly asks.

“What’s wrong?” Elton nervously asks, watching him slowly wonder around the room.

“Nothing . . . just polite conversation.” Marshall nonchalantly comments.

“Didn’t think it would be very proper to jump you as soon as we hit the door.” Marshall seductively explains, straddling Elton’s lap that’s now sitting in a chair.

“It’s gin.” Elton tries to warn as he takes the Martini and takes a large gulp.

“I don’t like gin . . .” Marshall childishly announces with an awful facial expression, as Elton takes his drink back.

“It’s MY drink. Alice has brought out your favorite juice.” Elton informs with a smile taking a sip.

“Can we have ice cream and cake too?” Marshall childishly asks with a laugh; thinking Elton is just not right in the head.

“Only If . . . you’re a good boy.” Elton struggles to say jokingly; sitting the drink down as perfect fingers begin unbuttoning his Versace shirt.

“How much sugar have you had today?” Elton curiously asks, his hands caressing over the perfect body that’s now slowly moving to the floor between his legs.

“Are we gonna talk Or ya gonna show me the bedroom?” Marshall seductively asks placing wet sensual kisses over his now exposed chest.

“Steps . . right.” Elton seductively moans arching forward as perfect hands slowly begin to work on removing his belt.

Marshall sinfully roams his hand over the bulge before unbuckling the belt and starts to unbutton but Elton swiftly stands on shaking legs and leads the way.

Familiar awkwardness as both men fall on the bed struggling to undress the other as needy lips passionate latch to any part of the other’s hot flesh as hands roam.

“I Love You So Much.” Elton passionately cries out; his hips arching forward as a perfect strong hand seductively wraps around his hard dick, and firmly strokes.

Hearts wildly pound with desire as Marshall seductively lubes them and then hooks his legs and pulls them to his shoulders and slowly enters.

Both erotically moaning as their hearts bodies and souls slowly slip into a passionate loving rhythm and then into ecstasy screaming the other’s name.

“I love you sweet dreams.” Elton contently whispers, as one hand roams over his Baby’s perfect sweaty muscular back.

Marshall places several little kisses on his neck and chest before slowly sitting up; Elton moaning objection slowly opening his eyes.

“Baby . . . sleep.” Elton contently whispers, motioning for him to lay back down.

“It’s only three in the afternoon. You promised ice cream and cake if I was a good boy.” Marshall points out in a whiny tone.

“You were a Very Good Boy that’s why we need to sleep.” Elton mumbles trying to pull him back into his arms.

“I’m not sleepily.” Marshall whines quickly sitting back up.

“How much sugar have you had today?” Elton lovingly mumbles; while trying to figure out what he’s doing.

“That’s the second time you’ve asked that.” Marshall playfully points out, now straddling over him on all fours.

“I’m really just plain annoying . . . its not alcohol sugar bad day . . . . . its just me.” Marshall explains placing little kisses over his face.

“What have I told you about your self esteem?” Elton quickly asks cradling his perfect face between his hands.

“Yes . . . . sometimes you can be annoying. But you forget that I know you! You were not supposed to be here till around eight. Box called me a little after twelve. Meaning you left Michigan after taking Princess to school. Grabbing a mountain dew from the fridge as you went out the door and I’m pretty sure you’ve had several more along the way to the point you’re bouncing off the walls . . .” Elton loving explains keeping blue connected with his.

“Didn’t you read Ms. Briggs bio thing? I like too bounce.” Marshall jokingly interrupts placing a kiss on his nose; hating that he knows him to well.

“Seriously . . . have you eaten today?” Elton asks in concern, slightly pushing him so he can sit up.

“Yes.” Marshall nonchalantly says, getting off the bed and looking out the large glass doors at the nice balcony.

“What?” Elton tries to ask with concern but his breath stolen from the nice firm bare ass.

“You have to start eating right! Fast food washed down with mountain dew that has Way to much sugar is not Eating! You don’t let Princess drink the Shit . . . So Why Do You?” Elton says regrouping his emotions getting out of bed with the sheet.

“Cause I’m over twenty one.” Marshall points out with a laugh as secure arms wrap around him.

“You sure about that?” Elton quickly says playfully smacking his perfect bare ass, and then heading to the bathroom.

Elton emotionally tries to block out thoughts of his Baby bad eating habits and possibility getting sick because of it, as he adjusts the water in the large marble shower and then steps into the warm sprays.

“Excuse Me.” Marshall nonchalantly says reaching around one side for the soap and then around the other side for the bath sponge as his again hard cock slightly caresses over his ass.

Elton watches for a spilt second in amazement as he nonchalantly goes about washing his perfect tone body as if no one is watching.

“What are you doing?” Elton asks with a laugh; realizing it was the most stupid question he’s ever asked.

“Showering.” Marshall nonchalantly says, stepping under the center spray and Elton deeply moans in lust watching the soap slowly slide off perfection.

“Whada you doin’?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, noticing his expression after stepping out from under the center spray and wiping his hands over his face.

Elton’s body in desperate need slowly backs him against the far marble wall and passionately attacks his perfect wet lips; with warm soothing water spraying their bodies from many angles.

“You’re sooooo fuckin’ gorgeous.” Elton breathlessly moans as his fingertips seductively roam over and down his perfect muscular shoulders, and then slowly turns him around.

“I Love You.” Elton softly whispers grinding his painfully hard dick against his perfect ass.

“I Love you.” Marshall breathlessly moans as his head sways back against him.

“Baby . . . relax.” Elton softly coaches the trembling body as his dick slowly breaks through his perfect tight opening.

“That’s it.” Elton soothingly moans setting a slow gently pace feeling his Baby’s perfect body relaxing against his.

“Sooooooo Tight!” Elton erotically moans thrusting deeper and faster into perfection.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” Elton breathlessly cries reaching around and passionately stroking his perfect hard cock in time with his passionate thrusts.

“OH GOD!” Elton erotically screams following his Baby’s perfect spasm body into ecstasy, passionately kissing over his perfect shoulder as he collapses against the wet marble wall.

“I love you.” Marshall breathlessly moans after a few moments slowly turning around and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I Love you.” Elton loving whispers softly collapsing against perfection.

Elton gives his Baby a full bath before helping him out of the shower and grabbing a towel and slowly dries the perfect muscular body that only belongs to him.

“I can do it myself.” Marshall points out with a laugh, but Elton totally lost in admiring every perfect inch of perfection continues to softly pat dry.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After a grand tour of the penthouse, they sit down to an enjoyable dinner. Then retire to the balcony with a lot of warm cozy snuggling as they watch the most exquisite sun set.

Elton tries to fight back emotional tears without success, burying his face in the most perfect shoulder relaxed against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Marshall asks in concern, lifting up and looking back.

“I just saw my first star.” Elton emotionally cries, as Marshall completely turns around between his legs.

“Well . . . make a wish.” Marshall softly suggests as his thumb gently wipes away tears.

“Star Light, Star Bright . . .” Marshall begins with a warm loving smile.

“First star I see tonight. Wish I may wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” They recite together.

Both silently wishing for the secure love that they feel at the moment will last forever as they passionately kiss.

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