~ Thanksgiving ~

Many weeks of extensive planning the fabulous holiday finally arrives with a motorcade coming to a stop in the circular courtyard of Elton’s Windsor England estate.

Reminding himself not to act like an idiot Elton nervously tries to wait on the stone steps for his family to exit, but can’t help rushing to them when he notices how tired his Princess looks.

“EJ!” Hailie tries to excitedly yell out but yawns.

“Did My Princess have a good flight?” Elton tries to cheerfully ask, but watching his Baby expressions; that is nonchalantly telling him she hasn’t slept the whole trip.

“YES!” Hailie excitedly says with a large smile hugging him around the neck.

“Let’s get you unpacked.” Elton emotionally whispers, noticing her yawning again.

After making sure Princess is unpacked and taking a much needed nap in her elaborate bedroom. Elton properly welcomes his Baby home in a pretend guestroom across from her with a hot passionate blowjob, relaxing in perfect arms till coming back to reality that Princess is Home also and radically jumps up an double checks again with the staff to make sure for the millionths time that she wants for Nothing and everything has to be Perfect.

Marshall tries to explain that their holiday will go a lot smoother/nicer if He Would Just Relax; but it falling on deaf ears.

Princess rises from her nap and has a snack of cheesy fries; Marshall having to pull his partner a side again and explaining that it’s okay and to calm down.

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Elton with a loving hold on his Princess’s hand walks down the graveled path leading to the stables. Marshall nervously following, emotionally ready for anything.

Hailie spots them first and excitedly takes off running as Marshall quickly firmly yells out her full name.

“They’re pets. I rented them from a petting farm.” Elton quickly informs taking his perfect muscular arm, as a farm handler greets Hailie several yards in front of them.

“You rented Turkeys?” Marshall says with a laugh; Thanking God it’s NOT something as in the Elaborate Halloween Garnet & Diamond Tiara that he’ll have to keep in the safe till she’s at least fifty.

Marshall nervously watches from a distance; never seeing real turkeys before as Hailie and Elton make over them. Making several jesters he’s okay as they plead for him to come closer and several of the creatures come towards.

Still at a safe distance Marshall follows into the stable where there is a stall full of baby turkeys and over hears that she has to pick out two too keep.

“What am I gonna do with Turkey’s In Michigan?” Marshall tries to nonchalantly ask walking up behind Elton as a Handler hands Hailie a bucket of feed.

“They’re going to stay here with the reindeer, bunnies and ducks.” Elton happily whispers.

“What?” Marshall nervously whispers.

“We’ll talk later.” Elton whispers and then rejoins Hailie.

Marshall having enough of the outdoors thing goes to the home studio, while Elton and Hailie continue to play with the turkeys and take a horse drawn carriage ride around the large estate.

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Marshall abruptly stops at the doorway getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, hearing Elton firmly threatening Jean that absolutely positively nothing better go wrong with his Princess’ Holiday.

“Sweetheart . . . Hailie is waiting for you to say goodnight.” Marshall loving announces and he happily leaves with a quick kiss to his perfect cheek.

“You truly care about Elton . . . and I’m gratefully for that . . .” Marshall sincerely says, walking over to the bar.

“He doesn’t belong with you!” Jean firmly interrupts leaving the room not caring what the Scum Bag has to say.

“But he is!” Marshall sarcastically comments glancing around.

“You’ll slip!” Jean firmly states stopping in the middle of the floor, as he turns his attention back to pouring a glass of cranberry juice.

“Most likely but I’m here for Now.” Marshall sarcastically states with a large smile leaning against the bar and she storms from the room.

Marshall grabs several stuffed mushroom caps from the silver tray with his hand and wonders over to Elton’s desk, very surprised at all the papers scattered, knowing his partner is a neat freak. Laughing with thoughts of maybe he has rubbed off on him as he sits down. Snacking on the mushroom caps but lays them down finding several of the purchase receipts, confirm notices and brochures very interesting.

“She’s asleep. I think we should . . .” Elton says walking into the room about an hour later, but stops mid sentence about moving a piano into her room when noticing his Baby.

“Don’t start. It’s my money and I can do what I want with it.” Elton nervously says, quickly gathering up the papers.

“Sooo . . . we’re going to Christmas Island?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, rolling back in the desk chair a little to get out of his way.

Elton calmly with a scrunched up nose picks up a mushroom cap off his date book and turns and hands it to its obvious owner; who pops it in his mouth.

“What?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, as Elton shakes his head with a smile turning his attention back to the desk top.

“Princess’s winter break begins on December twenty first and ends January third. That gives us a fourteen day Holiday.” Elton explains flipping through his date book, as perfect hands begin to seductively roam up and down his thighs and then over his ass.

“What are you doing?” Elton nervously asks, wanting to turn around but firm hands keeping him forward.

“Enjoying the view.” Marshall seductively whispers slowly standing up behind him.

“We can’t Princess.” Elton tries to firmly state, as perfect hands begin working on his belt.

“She’s asleep . . . in the west wing.” Marshall seductively moans his hand finally coming to rest around his rising dick.

“Please . . . stop.” Elton breathlessly pleads.

“You sure?” Marshall seductively whispers firmly stroking his now hard dick, kissing and nipping over the back of his neck.

“Yeeeesssss.” Elton struggles to say; mind fighting against the pleasure.

“You wanna go to your island?” Marshall wickedly asks kissing and sucking on his neck, as his hand continues to firmly stroke.

“That’s Blackmail! . . . . we agreed.” Elton breathlessly whines, forcefully turning in perfect arms; the agreement being they wouldn’t fool around with Princess in the house.

“You broke the agreement . . . earlier.” Marshall wickedly whispers firmly pulling his hips against his; hard cock resting against hard dick.

“Go lock the doors.” Marshall seductively suggests taking a step back; Elton’s opens his mouth several times to state no, but his needing body does as told, as a perfect hand roams over a perfect hard cock.

Marshall pushes his sweats and boxer’s to his ankles much to the relief of his painfully hard cock and sensual strokes sitting back down in the desk chair, watching his partner hurry around locking the several doors leading into the large room, smiling seeing him slip into the little powder room and returning with the obvious.

Elton’s removes his shirt and sits down on the sofa but a perfect pointing finger motions him back over to the desk, as the other perfect hand strokes up and down his hard cock.

Lips and tongues passionately battle as perfect hands pushes his slacks and boxers down.

Marshall lost in an exotic haze quickly pushes his partner’s sweaty body around and over the desk, and swiftly lubes his painfully hard cock, as desperate pleads of need feel his ears.

Slowly slipping into his obsession and then reaching around and seductively stroking in rhythm with each slow thrust; loving needing moans filling the air as he passionately assaults his shoulder with kisses and erotic nips.

“Please.” Elton breathlessly pleads needing more of his perfect hard cock.

“Cum for me.” Marshall erotically moans, firmly stroking his hard dick as his hard thick cock taps his prostate with firm thrusts; desperately needing his own release.

Elton erotically screams for every God releasing into his Baby’s hand as his perfect mouth passionately sucks and bites on his hot flesh as his thick cock fills his needy pucker with his hot seed.

Marshall fully collapses on his partner’s sweaty back as the last of his seed releases and his body slowly comes down from its addiction.

Finally finding strength Marshall finds the arm of the desk chair and collapses and Elton slowly lifts and turns around holding onto the desk.

“I Love You.” Elton sincerely whispers, leaning over and passionately kissing perfect lips.

“Let’s click on the intercom and . . .” Marshall breathlessly suggests, slowly standing and pulling up his sweats; Elton nodding his head yes adjusting his own clothes and then rushes to the power room.

“Do you have your cel phone?” Elton asks coming back in the room a few moments later and handing him a warm wash cloth.

Marshall thinking it’s strange but points to the desk as he wipes his hands and then gently his soft cock; jokingly laughing to himself with thoughts of Elton always wants to wash it afterwards just to see if it’ll get hard again.

Elton finds the cel phone on the now disarray desk top and sets the alarm for six am, and then dials intercom and Princess room code on the phone system and her ultimate perfect sleeping sound comes over the speaker as he crawls up on the sofa.

“I Love you sweet dreams.” Marshall softly whispers, wrapping his arms tightly around his partner after he tosses a little throw over them and then gets comfortable.

“I Love you sweet dreams.” Elton loving whispers, resting his head on the most perfect chest in the world.

Both peacefully fall a sleep listening to their Princess breathe.

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Elton awake for sometime peacefully listens to his Baby’s perfect heart calmly beat, till the cel phone alarm goes off and he sleepily growls fighting against waking.

“You’re going to . . .” Elton tries to warn trying to stop him from sleepily moving around; but fails as he falls off the sofa with a thump.

“It isn’t gonna be a good day.” Marshall sleepily mumbles sitting up resting his head on the seat cushions.

“Are you okay?” Elton asks with a small laugh, roaming his hand softly over his head.

“What time is it?” Marshall sleepily asks.

“Six.” Elton cheerfully announces, placing a kiss on his head and getting up.

“I thought we were on vacation?” Marshall sleepily asks, knowing his vacation plans was to sleep late.

“I’ll have juice sent to your room.” Elton cheerfully says folding the blanket and then picking up the phone.

“I don’t want juice sent to my room.” Marshall childishly whines, finally standing and stretching.

“Don’t be grouchy.” Elton lovingly whispers, and then continues his conversion.

“Coffee!” Marshall firmly states, still stretching trying to get the knots out of his back; but it falling on deaf ears.

“Do you want them to run your bath?” Elton asks, placing his hand over the phone, Marshall shaking his head in disbelief.

“Noooo! I don’t want them to run my Bath. I want Coffee and why are we up at Six AM.” Marshall whines trying to grab the phone from him.

“Mr. Mathers’ will be taking a shower, he’ll be wearing red today.” Elton says into the phone, roaming his hand down the most perfect chest.

Marshall flops down on the sofa as Elton continues to explain what he’ll be personally wearing and Princess and only if she’s awake to run her bath even explains the proper temperature of her bath water.

“What have I told . . .” Marshall starts to state, but Elton throws up his hand.

“Don’t start! Princess and I are taking a morning ride before breakfast. Would you like to join us?” Elton explains standing over him.

“Nnnnnooope.” Marshall moans stretching out.

“Pleaseeeeee.” Elton pitifully whines, sitting down at his waist.

“Noooo.” Marshall whines trying to ignore the pitiful expressions.

“Fine . . . breakfast is at nine in the sun room.” Elton says, quickly standing pulling away from his efforts of pulling him down.

“What am I suppose to do till then?” Marshall agitatedly whines as Elton is leaving the room.

“Don’t know.” Elton says with a sarcastic laugh leaving the room.

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Marshall showers and puts on the clothes laid out in his dressing room, which is red Shady wear and then wonders into Hailie’s room where she’s already dressed, in New proper English riding clothes.

“You like all this stuff.” Marshall curiously asks, picking up the whip off the bed as she is brushing her hair.

“EJ says when I’m older we can go on fox hunts.” Hailie excitedly explains walking over to him now sitting on the bed.

“Aren’t you scared?” Marshall nervously asks.

“What’s to be scared of?” Hailie cheerfully asks.

“Falling off! The horse biting You?” Marshall nervously comments.

“If you fall off you get up. Dust yourself off and get back on. And the horse is not going to bite you.” Hailie says with a laugh.

“Alright Kick You.” Marshall quickly points out.

“That’s why you don’t stand behind them.” Hailie explains.

“Everything will be okay. All of EJ’s horses are calm well behaved. There are even a couple old ones that you can ride.” Hailie explains, hoping he’ll take the hint and join them.

“I would let you ride Sugar Kane but you weight too much.” Hailie says with a smile.

“Sugar Kane?” Marshall asks in confusion.

“My pony . . . she’s a beautiful sugar white, she’s two . . .” Hailie excitedly explains rushing over to the desk and grabbing a folder.

“See.” Hailie excitedly says opening the folder and handing it over, and Marshall carefully looks over pictures, official bill of sale, and formal registered papers of the pony’s name, birth and so forth and so on.

“Sweetie . . .” Marshall nervously says wonder how in the hell he’s going to explain that she can’t have a pony.

“Dad stop stressing. Sugar Kane is going to stay here. I have to send EJ five dollars a week for her food and board.” Hailie quickly explains seeing the normal stress mode kicking in.

“Huh?” Marshall confused mumbles, looking over the documents again.

“I have to send EJ five dollars every week from my allowance. She’s my responsibility.” Hailie explains.

“Ooo.” Marshall says with a smile; but in the back of his mind still plotting ways to torture his partner.

“EJ is an Incredible Person.” Marshall comments with a warm smile.

“Yeah.” Hailie says with a large smile, knowing her plan is going to work.

Marshall walks with Hailie to meet up with Elton and after they leave roams through the large castle, even into some rooms that he didn’t know existent. Having fun moving things out of place and making lots of finger prints after noticing Jean is trying to secretly follow.

“Since you seem to have nothing to do why don’t you go get me some juice . . . Tomato.” Slim sarcastically says flopping down on an ugly ass sofa and propping his feet up on a just as ugly table.

“Pardon Me?” Jean asks walking fully into the room.

“Tomato Juice I want Tomato Juice and if you give me another one of those cold snotty looks I’ll tell My Partner. You know that man that loves Me.” Slim comically says and she leaves in a huff.

“Your Juice.” Jean says at a force polite tone, returning holding out a gold platter with the juice.

“It took you so long that I’ve changed my mine. I want Orange. Fresh squeezed by your wrinkled hands.” Slim sarcastically says.

“I’m not the Chef!” Jean firmly states.

“But I want you to do it! Look at this way it’ll give you plenty of time to slip in some poison.” Slim jokingly explains with a laugh.

“Go on.” Slim laughing waving his hand towards the door and she again leaves in a huff.

“The chef says you have a sensitive stomach and not allowed to have orange juice. He also says I should have never brought the Tomato. He sent your . . . .” Jean agitatedly explains.

“Cranberry.” Slim agitatedly interrupts, again plotting ways to kill his partner.

“Forget the juice. I’ll have milk . . . . two percent.” Slim says as she storms from the room.

“Felipe said you wanted . . . what are you doing in here?” Elton totally confused asks walking into the room.

“You’ve been bad.” Elton says with a laugh straddling his perfect waist and quickly noticing mischievous blue eyes.

“Where’s Hailie?” Marshall asks, and Elton leans in and passionately kisses him.

“Freshen up for breakfast.” Elton breathlessly says after slightly pulling away.

Marshall quickly pulls him into another passionate kiss that is interrupted by Jean clearing her throat.

“Your Milk.” Jean lovingly polite says, standing over them.

“I’ve change my mind . . . I need lube.” Slim wickedly says and Elton quickly loses all color and shakes his head no quickly standing.

“Go Away!” Marshall firmly states also quickly standing and glancing over at Jean and she does as told.

“Thought a Prince could ask for anything?” Marshall defensively asks, trying to understand Elton’s mood swing.

“You are Not My Prince!” Elton firmly states, wrapping his arms around his perfect neck.

“You’re my King because it’s very well known that I’m a Queen.” Elton explains with a laugh.

“Meaning you’re my bottom.” Slim sinfully whispers pulling him close.

“Where . . . You’ve been talking to Trey.” Elton says in confusion.

“Wouldn’t my big cock feel good . . .” Slim wickedly whispers softly kissing on his neck.

“Stay away from me!” Elton quickly breathlessly interrupts moving away.

“Breakfast . . . . breakfast.” Elton emotionally rambles rushing from the room.

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