“What have I got to do to make you love me, what have I got to
do to make you care, what do I do when lightning strikes me and I wake to find
that you’re not there?”
~ Thunder
~
Marshall nervously hits the last
number and it begins to ring, several shots of Hennessy helping what his heart
has been needing for the last two weeks but not strong enough to ask for.
“Hello.” Elton nervously says trying
to hide the excitement of seeing his Baby’s number on the phone ID.
“Hi.” Marshall simply says, after
his brain tells his dump ass mouth to speak.
“How are you?” Elton asks; ecstatic
at hearing his Baby’s perfect voice.
“Good . . . you?” Marshall nervously says.
“Good . . . busy planning my annual
charity tennis game I bought this fabulous pair of paintings at an auction so
I’m redecorating the sitting room . . . .” Elton nervously rattles but suddenly
stops, thinking his Baby doesn’t give a shit about two paintings.
“The room with all . .
. the white room?” Marshall nervously mumbles,
thinking about the room that he was too scared to touch anything.
“You really think it has too much
white cause I really want to do more color. The Queen Ann’s have gold trim and
so does the paintings” Elton excitedly explains, desperately trying to stop the
rattling but feeling totally comfortable in doing so.
“Baby . . . Marshall!” Elton
urgently says, after a few moments of silence.
“Here.” Marshall nervously says,
getting lost in his soothing voice.
“Tell me more about your
redecorating.” Marshall nervously says.
Elton rattles his plans for the
house that Marshall reminds him with a laugh that it’s a castle for over two
hour, before they end the conversation with Good Nights and Sweet Dreams.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Their phone conversation become
nightly, about really nothing important; both secretly finding comfort in the
other’s voice.
Joshua evilly knowing he has to put
an end to the annoying sickening nightly calls that Elton jubilant rattles on
and on about; because it could eventually lead to them hooking up again. Not
having any trouble snatching Scum Bags personal number from Elton’s day runner;
where it’s listed under Baby.
“Yo?”
Marshall simply answers without looking at the id.
“Marshall Mathers?” Joshua
agitatedly asks.
“Who’s this?” Marshall agitatedly
asks; thinking he has to change his cel number Again.
“We need to talk . . .” Joshua
begins to explain.
“Joshua? Where’s Elton? What’s Wrong?” Marshall emotionally interrupts; finally recognizing
the voice.
“We need to discuss the nightly
phone conversations.” Joshua coldly states.
“My phone conversations are none of
your business!” Marshall tries to politely state.
“Oh Yes they are when it comes to
his Well Being! I demand you put a stop to them!” Joshua firmly states.
“I Love Elton very much and I’m very
concerned that associating with the likes of you will just end in heartache for
him . . . .” Joshua coldly adds.
“Fuck You!” Marshall defensively
interrupts; wishing he could reach through the phone and finally kill the
motherfucker.
“You can’t even have a civilized
conversation!” Joshua firmly comments.
“You got what you wanted! Now give
Elton what he Needs and get Out of His Life!” Joshua
emotionally demands, knowing Scum Bag only used his Love at the Grammy’s to get
GLADD off his back.
“He’s a very sweet compassionate
loving man . . . that doesn’t need to be associating with Trailer Park Trash.”
Joshua explains with deep contempt for the scum bag.
“All you’ll ever be able to give him
is a Cheap Hotel! You’ll never be able to stand beside him.” Joshua coldly adds.
“Motherfucker! Get a Fuckin’ Life!” Eminem angrily states then hangs up the
phone.
Marshall’s heart body and soul
knowing Joshua spoke the truth puts an end to the nightly phone calls.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Marshall emotionally watches Elton
from a dark corner and not able to stop his feet from following when he notices
him going to the restroom. Jake and Box meeting face to face as the door locks.
“I’m really sorry.” Marshall
sincerely mumbles, rushing up and throwing his arms tightly around him.
Marshall feels the desperately
needed relief and falls into for a spilt second before pulling away apologizing
for bothering him and then rushes from the room.
Elton frantically searches the party
for his Baby, but agitatedly gets pulled into the party by Joshua and friends.
Several hours later and finally a moment to himself, calls Box and he explains
that he’s out for the night with the help of his dear friend Hennessy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Elton gently slips onto the bed,
wishing his Baby Sweet Dreams; gently caressing over his fetal positioned body,
before fully spooning into; thanking the Almighty God for such a precious gift.
Some time later awakened by painful moaning and slight movement, and tries to
comfort with soothing words and comfort kisses on his perfect neck and ear.
Marshall subconsciously thinks he’s
in one of his secure dreams of late and lets his body fall into the comfort of
the most secure arms he’s ever felt; but reality hits and he roughly pushes up
and their eyes connect.
“Sorry.” Marshall sincerely
apologizes, jumping from the bed with a pounding headache, and rushes to the
bathroom.
“Marshall.” Elton calls out in
extreme concern rushing to the now closed bathroom door.
“I’m coming in.” Elton announces,
waiting a split second and then opens the door.
A strong emotional tug on his heart
carefully walks over to the bundle of nerves curled up in the corner, and
slowly knells down.
“I sorry . . . don’t call police . .
. . . Box come get.” Marshall emotionally pleads; his mind in a heavy fog his
arms tightly wrapped around his knees, his eyes lost in the floor.
“Let’s get off this cold floor.”
Elton soothingly suggests after several moments wrapping his arms gently around
the bundle of nerves.
“I sorry . . . don’t know . . . . .
.” Marshall emotionally mumbles lost in a deep fog of sleeping pills and
Hennessy.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
Elton sincerely whispers, tightening his loving hold.
“Let’s lay back down.” Elton softly
suggests after a few more silent moments, slowly standing and holding out his
hand.
“Isn’t this more comfortable?” Elton
soothingly whispers after getting comfortable back in bed, with his Baby
tightly snuggled in his arms.
“I promise this won’t happen again.”
Marshall emotionally mumbles, holding tightly to the front of his shirt.
“You think you’re in my suite.”
Elton emotionally says, finally putting all the rambling together gently moving
so he can see his face.
“I’m in your suite.” Elton softly
whispers, loving the feel of his perfect jaw.
“Yes . . . . do
you still want to call the police?” Elton nervously explains, getting a slight
glance at confused cloudy blue before they shield away again against his chest.
Elton mentally cussing his self for
the millionths time for letting his Baby go home alone with everything that
happened, for leading him on, for the obvious emotional struggle that he’s
having.
Marshall slowly drifts back to sleep
in the most secure arms his every felt; waking several hours later alone and
wraps his arms tightly around a pillow that he sleepily thinks smells like
Elton, recalling the dream of falling asleep in his arms like many weeks ago.
Knowing he has to face his lonely
world finally drags his self to the shower. His heart body and soul crying out
for Elton as extreme hot water streams over his body, even the so real dream no
comfort as reality of he’ll never be good enough for any one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Knowing his eyes have to be playing
tricks Marshall slowly walks over to the mini bar and quickly pours a large
shot of the first liquor his hand reaches and downs it.
“You should eat something first?”
Elton states in a fatherly tone lowering the newspaper.
“Closing one eye might help.” Elton
tries to joke after a few seconds, but every ounce of extreme concern evident
watching him move over to the phone.
“I didn’t know when you’d wake so I
planned several meals. What are you hungry for?” Elton radically says with a
gently smile taking the phone.
“What are you doin’
here?” Marshall nervously asks, slowly placing his hand on his chest.
“You’re stuck with me for two days.”
Elton tries to calmly say, softly taking his other perfect hand and resting it
beside the other.
“I’m . . . fucked up.” Marshall
mumbles pulling away and sitting down in the nearest chair.
“Things won’t be so foggy after you
eat . . . cold cloth.” Elton says with concern, and then quickly rushes to the
powder room; returning with a cold wash cloth.
“Lay back.” Elton lovingly says,
practically giving him whip lash forcing his head back and placing the cold
wash cloth on his perfect forehead and then sits down on the ottoman in front
of the chair softly caressing the top of his perfect muscular legs.
After several moments Marshall
removes the wash cloth and quickly pulls him into a passionate kiss. They fall
to the floor with a thump that doesn’t phase the deep passionate love rushing
through the two lonely hearts.
Elton erotically moans as his Baby’s
sensual kisses move to his neck and ear as a perfect hand fights with his pants
and finally begins to stroke his hard dick.
Lost in a perfect dream that
perfection really wants him Elton’s fingers softly dance through bleached
choppy hair and over perfect muscular shoulders.
“Fuck me.” Marshall breathlessly
pleads, straddling his legs struggling to get his pants fully down.
“Nooooooo.” Elton emotionally cries out struggling to get up.
“Whada the
fuck do you mean No?” Eminem defensively barks resting back on his knees; the
words painfully cutting through Elton’s heart, knowing by the tone his Baby has
slipped into protective mode.
“Then What The Fuck Do You Want?”
Eminem angrily barks quickly standing.
“I’m not here for a quick fuck we
need to talk.” Elton emotionally states fanatically getting up adjusting his
pants.
“I’ve gotten to know . . . . . come
to fear Eminem and Slim Shady can be right down annoying . . . I want . . .
Demand! Marshall when we’re together . . . . they have
to trust me . . . . . there is no need to protect
“I don’t do Fuckin’ Trust!” Eminem
firmly states storming towards the foyer.
“Marshall Bruce Mathers III Come
Back Here!” Elton yells out following and firmly grabbing his wrist.
“Let GO!” Eminem angrily barks
trying to break the tight hold.
“I Fuckin’ Can’t! I Love YOU!” Elton
emotionally screams.
“You Fuckin’
belong with Fuck Face!” Eminem coldly states and Elton roughly pushes him
against the wall.
“You really believe that?” Elton emotionally
demands looking deep into confused blue eyes.
“I really don’t give a damn!” Elton
firmly states after several moments of an intense stare down, throwing up his
hands.
“Sit your ass down we’re having
breakfast. Afterwards we’ll talk.” Elton firmly states walking over to the
breakfast table that was set up several hours ago.
Marshall nervously sits as he uncovers
a platter of breakfast meat and then a platter of assorted bread.
“I know you like Bacon!” Elton
firmly states picking up tongs and flopping a few pieces on the china plate in
front of him.
“Don’t open that mouth less it’s to
take a bite!” Elton firmly threatens after looking deep into perfect blue eyes
and seeing that over active imagination working.
“Eat! Bacon is good cold!” Elton
firmly states; silently yelling at his heart to ignore the pitiful blue eyes
and small pouty lips placing a biscuit on the plate.
“May I have something to drink?”
Marshall almost childishly mumbles after eating several pieces of bacon
desperately trying to ignore the man that has sat down across from him.
“Milk or Juice?” Elton asks quickly getting up.
“Mountain Dew.” Marshall says lifting another cover and happy finding fresh
fruit.
“Sorry about your bad luck.” Elton
sarcastically comments with a slight laugh sitting down a glass of milk.
Marshall knowing every hotel that he
stays at knows to have plenty of Mountain Dew on hand, so gets up and checks
the little fridge behind the bar and then the kitchenette.
“What part of Sorry about your bad
luck didn’t you understand?” Elton asks totally loving the pitiful lost
expression.
“Milk is good for you now sit down
and eat.” Elton sternly states throwing up a hand to stop the perfect mouth
that’s opened several times to object but hasn’t said anything.
In silence Marshall sits back down
and makes a bacon biscuit and picks out all the watermelon, strawberries and
grapes from the fruit bowl, washing it all down with several glasses of milk.
While Elton enjoys another cup of
hot tea and a banana nut muffin happily mentally noting that his Baby Team have
been correct about the mountain dew, bacon and fruit; but never doubting that
they wouldn’t be.
“Your paper.” Elton happily announces laying out the Detroit morning paper
even though it’s several hours old because of the time zone.
“How?” Marshall mumbles moving the plate and laying it out.
“I’m addicted to Detroit News.”
Elton cheerfully comments; his fingers desperately wanting to roam through
short choppy bleached hair.
“Keeping check
on the obituaries?” Marshall nonchalantly comments scanning over the front
page.
“Elton!” Marshall frantically yells
out glancing up and noticing all color has drained from his face.
“It’s Hot in Here!” Elton breathlessly
mumbles after he gently backs him up to the chair and forces him to sit.
“This is not the time to be Nelly
what the fuck happened.” Marshall states in concern squatting down in front of
him.
“Don’t Ever! Ever Insinuate That
Again!” Elton emotionally demands after several moments; tears streaming down
his cheeks.
“You don’t like Nelly?” Slim
jokingly asks happy that he’s color is coming back.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking
about.” Elton emotionally cries.
“Chill.” Marshall quickly states placing his hands on the top of his
legs moving to his knees.
“Breathe.” Marshall quickly adds.
“I Love You
so fuckin’ much.” Elton emotionally states with his whole heart body and soul
cradling his Baby’s perfect face between his trembling hands and losing himself
in beautiful sky blue eyes.
“I Love You.” Marshall truthfully
says.
“You think you do . . . what I did
was soooo wrong.” Elton emotionally cries and
Marshall quickly stands.
“What happened . . . what I did was
so wrong I should have never . . .” Elton emotionally explains; watching his
Baby start that dreaded pacing.
“Your making it sound
so dirty!” Marshall emotionally interrupts glancing over.
“Noooo
. . . Dangerous! . . . I’ve been so very wrong . . .
for leading you on . . . I’ve had time to think about the last couple of weeks
. . .” Elton nervously but truthfully tries to explain.
“I don’t want to hear this!”
Marshall firmly states but he firmly grabs his wrist and pulls him back down to
the table.
“I was only thinking about My Self!
I was stupid . . . selfish for thinking Us could work.
It’s too dangerous. I Love You So Much . . . I never
want to see you hurt. And that’s the only thing that will happen.” Elton
emotionally cries holding tightly to his hands.
“Cut the bullshit! You realized what
kind of person I am and said Fuck It! That’s why you never called!” Marshall
emotionally states roughly jumping up.
“I didn’t call because I was hoping
. . . praying that you came home and went on with your life . . . . That
Reality would make you forget what happened . . . . Praying that some how we
could still be friends.” Elton emotionally explains.
“Please stop pacing.” Elton softly
pleads after several moments of intense silence.
“People won’t understand . . . it’s
too risky.” Elton emotionally pleads.
“We can still be friends it’s just
to dangerous for it to go any further . . . we have to be realistic You could
lose everything that you’ve worked so hard for.” Elton emotionally says moving
to the sofa.
“I love you . . . . so what am I suppose to do.” Marshall emotionally says
following to the sofa.
“Baby . . . . I love you more than
life itself.” Elton emotionally whispers wishing he didn’t need to sit so close.
“I’m ready to take our friendship to
the next level.” Marshall wickedly whispers moving between his legs on his
knees.
“We’ve got to be crazy.” Elton
nervously moans pulling the extreme heat back down and placing soft kisses over
his neck.
“The New Odd Couple.” Marshall softly moans nipping on his neck.
“Odd Couple?” Elton says slightly pushing him up so he can look into his
eyes.
“Yeah . . . the English knight and
his trailer park trash.” Marshall says leaning down and placing several simple
kisses over his face.
“What have I told you about your
self esteem?” Elton interrupts in a fatherly tone.
“I guess you’ll have to be around
more to help me.” Marshall says fully collapsing against; softly moaning
happiness as secure arms wrap around him.
“I’m a real slow learner.” Marshall
softly whispers, kissing on his neck letting his hand roam to his crotch.
Elton melts under the perfect man’s
touch, perfect fingers unbuttoning his shirt, passionately sucking and kissing
a slow trail down his chest to the waist band of his slacks, and then making
quick of removing them, erotically moaning as soft kisses are placed over his
hard dick.
Knowing how he likes it done and
desperately wanting more than just friendship Marshall passionately sucks in as
much as he can, trying to hide the gagging with several flicks of his tongue
before slowly taking into his mouth again and passionately sucking.
Elton erotically yells out his
undying love releasing into the most perfect mouth in the universe that
struggles but takes everything that he offers.
“I love you.” Marshall breathlessly
whispers finally resting his head on his lower stomach.
“I love you.” Elton breathlessly whispers
softly roaming a hand over perfect head and muscular shoulders.
“I’ll be careful no one will know.”
Marshall softly whispers placing a soft kiss on his stomach.
Elton softly moans agreement, off in
the familiar fantasy that he’ll always have his world securely in his arms.
“I need to freshen up.” Elton softly
says after several long moments slowly moving out from under perfection, trying
to discreetly cover his self glancing around for his pants.
“You mean find your pants.” Slim
Shady teases fully sitting up.
“Leave Slim . . . and come to bed.” Elton seductively
whispers placing a soft simple kiss on his forehead.
Reaching the bathroom Elton looks in
the mirror at the old, out of shape man and realizes Eminem will make his Baby
come to his senses eventually, because he’s not going to give up everything for
someone like him.
Marshall nervously looks around the
empty room then slowly moves to the bedroom, really not sure what to do
nervously gets up in the bed leaning against the head board and clicks on the
television.
Making several demands not to act
like a slut and several to get a firm check on reality Elton freshens up and then
slowly exits.
“Thought maybe ya
got lost?” Marshall playfully comments with a small laugh.
“Sorry . . . anything worth
watching?” Elton nervously says sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Not really.” Marshall answers
between yawns flipping through the channels as Elton nervously moves up beside
him.
“That was a really good movie.”
Elton informs seeing one of his favorite movies;
playfully trying to dislodge the remote from the perfect hand.
“Pleaseeee
don’t make me watch mushy shi . . . stuff.” Marshall pitifully whines.
“I’ll watch the movie while you take
a nap.” Elton cheerfully suggests flipping back a few channels.
“Nooooo if
I fall asleep now I’ll be up all night.” Marshall pitifully whines playfully
trying to get the remote back.
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
Elton says with a small laugh lightly tossing the remote to the floor.
Elton snuggles his Baby lovingly in
his arms, placing a light kiss on his head after feeling him fully relax into
sleep.
When the movie ends Elton gently
slips out of bed and goes into the sitting room and calls Box and lets him know
that his Baby is sleeping and that house keeping can come take breakfast away
only if they’re Quite and if he stands guard over their bedroom door; Getting
goose bumps hearing his self say “Their Bedroom.”
Then gently crawls back in bed
against the perfect warm sleeping body and flips through the channels till he
finds another interesting movie, but mostly watching God’s Precious Gift sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“What time is it?” Marshall sleepily
mumbles stretching.
“All most seven are you hungry.”
Elton says softly caressing over his perfect taut stomach.
“Are you?” Marshall asks, loving the
warm touch.
“It’s not polite to answer a question
with a question.” Elton playfully points out propping up on his elbow.
“We could be having Taco Bell if you
would say something as in . . . yes I’m hungry.” Elton cheerfully points out
with a large smile; while praying Stephen his private concierge at the hotel
got everything right and has the nearest Taco Bell on standby.
“Yes I’m hungry.” Marshall says with
a laugh getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom as Elton grabs the phone
and talks with Stephen.
About an hour later Taco Bell is
delivered to the door by Jake and Box, and they have a carpet picnic with the
help of the cocktail table. Elton tries to gracefully eat a taco but it falls
apart so the Master helps with pointers reassuring its okay when everything breaks
apart, teaching the simple technique of picking up what falls with your fingers.
Marshall finding it very hard to
ignore what he knows is a firm tongue licking talented fingers, which are
connected to the most secure arms he’s ever felt, gently pushes him back on the
plush carpet.
Elton relaxes under the passionate
assault opening his mouth to the perfect prying tongue, falling deeper into
love if that is even possible.
“Please . . .” Marshall breathlessly
pleads, his hands seductively roaming as his body grinds into.
“I need you.” Marshall emotionally
pleads, forcefully trying to stop him from moving away, but lets his hands
slowly slip away; wishful thinking that he could capture the love he felt that
day at Highland.
“Being honest . . . my dick is
asking my brain what the fuck are you doing . . . but my heart body and soul
loves you and wants to make sure that your . . . . . just not thunderstruck by something new.”
Elton emotionally explains as he gets up on the sofa.
“No a deep need to feel the most
secure loving feeling that I’ve every felt again.” Marshall says getting to his
knees and taking his hands into his.
“I love you.” Elton truthfully says
lost in beautiful blue eyes.
“Soooo
lets explore my freaky side.” Slim Shady happy suggest forcing his body between
his legs.
”Your freaky side?” Elton nervously asks softly roaming his hands up and down
perfect muscular arms.
“Yeah Proof says I’m exploring my
freaky side. But truly I’m exploring something that can be . . . be something . . .”
“You . . . you told Proof?” Elton
nervously asks; silently knowing he’s a dead man.
“Kinda of
. . . . . . yes.” Marshall slowly nervously confesses
definitely not liking his expression.
“Baby . . . . you
can’t tell say . . . . you told Proof.” Elton
emotionally cries trying to move away.
“He’s going to kill me . . . . He’s
probably planning as we speak . . .” Elton radically rambles finally standing.
“What are ya
talkin’ about?” Marshall asks interrupting the
rattling as he moves up behind him and tries to wrap his arms around.
“Oh My God he’ll tell the others.”
Elton nervously rattles quickly moving away trying to think clearly.
“Reginald! Come here.” Marshall
firmly states.
“He’s got to know That Mother is the
only one that calls Reginald. She’s going to soooo
Love Him. They’ll get along so well at My Funeral. She’ll finally get to see
those exquisite blues, ragging muscles . . .” Elton emotionally thinks pacing.
“Proof is not going to kill you.”
Marshall tries to reassure the rambling firmly grabbing as he paces by and
pulls him down on the sofa.
“Dirty Harry?” Elton pitiful mumbles; radically thinking about their two
personas and they’ll take turns, twelve bullets will definitely do the job.
Damn more than That Gangster he just hired.
“You watch too many gangster movies.”
Marshall says laughing; as Elton is lost in deducting his Baby’s two personas.
“Though Swifty can be just a little
trigger happy.” Slim Shady tries to tease but bust out laughing falling back
seeing his eyes bulge.
“Sweetheart Proof is cool and I haven’t
told the others.” Marshall says after getting under control grabbing his hand
that is resting on his leg and tightly squeezing.
Elton lost in fifty millions
thoughts number one being Proof his Baby’s dearest closest friend since
childhood is cool with it, trying to reassure his racing heart that cool is a
good thing.
“You can’t tell anybody else promise
me that you won’t Please.” Elton nervously pleads.
“Promise.” Marshall softly suggests pulling him closer and trying to get comfortable.
“Let’s move.” Marshall nervously
whispers slightly pushing him up.
Marshall slowly gets up not liking
the cold wave rushing through his body that quickly disappears by taking Elton’s
hand.
Elton quickly side tracks a little
and grabs two of the sixteen ounce bottles of Mountain Dew that arrived with
dinner.
“Your actually gonna drink that?”
Marshall asks after taking one of the bottles and cracking it open, as he’s
nervously crawling up on the bed.
“Yes I love drinking straight
sugar.” Elton says with a laugh getting comfortable drawing an imaginary line
down the center of the bed.
“They only have a hundred channels.”
Elton totally devastated comments after rolling over and grabbing the brochure
that he just scanned over earlier from the nightstand.
“OH My God! We need to stay Calm!”
Slim playfully jokes trying for totally panic quickly resting over his warm
body with a laugh.
“And entertain ourselves.” Slim
seductively suggests arching his eyebrow as he nervously straddles his waist
and with a wicked smile slowly unbuttons the soft fabric and roams his fingers
against warm flesh, softly moaning as his finger tips tingles from the heat.
Pleading moans for more Marshall
slowly pulls Elton’s pants away and nervously wraps his hand around the hard
dick that is oozing.
Moving further down in the bed erotically
moaning him self at how Elton’s body is passionately reacting to his thumb
slowly moving over the wetness and his tongue slowly beginning to explore every
inch of hard flesh before seductively sucking fully into his mouth.
Elton lost in an erotic haze guides
a perfect hand away from his shaft to his balls and perfect fingers begin to
softly massage as the perfect mouth continues to seductively suck and lick.
Perfect fingers nervously explore
till they are desperately pulled up and seductively made nice and wet then lead
back.
“Easy.” Elton breathlessly coaches.
Elton erotically screams out releasing
into his Baby’s perfect mouth as perfect wet fingers find his prostate as hot
perfect wet lips kiss and suck over his shaft.
Marshall breathlessly rests fully
over his body, passionately sucking on his neck as his ragging cock grinds
against any part of him.
“My bag . . .” Elton breathlessly
whines desperately trying to communicate lube is in his overnight bag, as his
body grinds up into his Baby’s definitely feeling what he desperately needs.
“Where?” Marshall breathlessly moans pulling away before his cock
releases without even being touched.
“Bathroom.” Elton pitifully whines from the loss of extreme heat.
Elton quickly removes the rest of his
clothes and pulls down the blankets as Marshall grabs the lube from the bag and
returns removing his clothes along the way.
“Where were we?” Marshall
seductively moans crawling back on the bed between his legs.
“I Love You So Much.” Elton
breathlessly moans taking the lube and passionate applying to his perfect hard
thick cock.
“I Love You.” Marshall breathlessly
moans pushing him back and resting his cock at his pucker.
Lost in each other’s loving gaze
Marshall slowly enters erotically moaning as his cock is surrounded by heat; Elton
breathlessly wrapping his arms around his perfect neck arching forward for more.
Deep passionate moans of pleasure
fill the air as their sweat glistening bodies fall into a slow loving rhythm
and erotically releases as if thunder bolts through their hearts bodies and
souls.
“I love you Sweet Dreams.” Elton
softly moans after several breathlessly moments cradling his perfect gift in
his arms placing a soft kiss on his temple.
“I love you . . . Sweet Dreams.”
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