Authors Note: This is a Fictionally Story! I’m Not a Doctor! So I Don’t Know how much recovery time or what kind of treatment is needed for the type of injury mentioned. Torturing the Baby for twelve weeks with Elton’s mother hening seemed like a good time line.

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~ Twelve Weeks ~

Elton frantically rushes into the private hospital room not caring who is present, Joshua’s words “There’s been a slight accident.” still rushing through his head as he had only spoken them a second ago, but in reality almost twenty-four hours ago, since leaving England.

“Owwwww . . . .” Marshall in extreme pain moans as Elton tightly hugs him emotional tears streaming down his face.

“Swee . . .” Marshall struggles to say, between the intense pain, as Box is urgently trying to pull Elton away.

“Jake help me!” Box urgently yells.

“Sir Elton.” Jake yells, carefully trying to pry him away.

“You . . . you . . . . hurting . . . .” Marshall struggles to say through the intense pain that’s getting way too much.

“Elton! You Have To Let Go!” Paul urgently yells, and the two large bodyguards finally break his hold, and he collapses into Paul’s arms crying uncontrollably.

Paul holds tightly to him and leads him over to a chair as Box hits the call button on Marshall’s bed, and then tries carefully to make him comfortable.

A nurse rushes into the room and checks Marshall’s vitals, and administers more pain medication into his IV, and informs Box that the doctor has been called, as he is moaning in extreme pain.

“My own doctor is here.” Elton emotionally mumbles and then takes several deep breaths and stands.

“He’s going to be moved to a private hospital in England.” Elton firmly states, walking over to the bed, and gently taking his Baby’s hand, and smiling down at him.

“There’s no need.” Paul says, and Elton shoots him a death look.

“There shouldn’t be a need for any of this. How in the hell did you let this happen?” Elton emotionally screams, rushing up to Paul.

“Elton . . . I know you’re upset.” Paul carefully says.

“UPSET? UPSET! I’m Fuckin’ more than Upset! He could have been Killed! How in the Bloody Hell did a gun get back stage?” Elton angrily emotionally screams and then walks back over to the bed.

“Elton.” Paul soothingly says, slowly taking a few steps up to him.

“Don’t talk to me! Ms. B is on her way and we’re moving him to England.” Elton emotionally states, gently taking his Baby’s hand again.

“Calm . . . . down.” Marshall softly mumbles, the pain medication beginning to take effect, Elton gently resting a hand on his perfect forehead.

“Sir Elton?” An older gentleman politely says walking into the room.

“Dr. Brown please come in . . . this is Marshall . . . . the nurse just gave him something.” Elton emotionally explains, still softly caressing his hand over his perfect forehead, as he is drifting off to sleep.

“Sir Elton I’ve read over his chart and . . .” Dr. Brown begins to explain.

“Oh My God!” Elton emotionally cries, laying over his Baby’s perfect midsection.

“You have to calm down.” Dr. Brown tries to suggest, as Paul slightly moves up to Elton.

“Stay Away From ME! This is your entire fault YOU are supposed to make sure he’s well protected . . . . and YOU were in the Bloody Hell were you?” Elton emotionally screams at Paul and then Box, both men towering over him.

“I was on top.” Box carefully comments, with a small smile.

“That explains it.” Dr. Brown says looking at the very large man and then turning on the x-ray lights, and putting them up.

“Sir Elton please take a look. It’s a clean break; it should only take a few weeks to properly heel.” Dr. Brown tries to explain over Elton’s uncontrollable crying, laying over his Baby’s midsection again.

“Sir Elton can I take a look at our patient?” Dr. Brown says, giving up trying to explain.

“Here you can help me . . . . listen to his heart.” Dr. Brown carefully says handing over his stethoscope.

“Why all the straps?” Elton emotionally asks, after several moments of listening to his Baby’s perfect heart.

“I can show you better with the x-rays . . . when the gentlemen most likely pushed Mr. Mathers from behind to the floor . . . by the look of the break, he threw out his left arm to try to stop the fall, and then when the larger gentlemen fell on top. The amount of weight . . .” Dr. Brown tries to tactfully explain with out pissing off the large giant that is listening very carefully.

“It’s a clean break . . . as you can see there is no bone chips . . . the straps are to hold the bones in place . . . while they mend.” Dr. Brown explains, as Elton’s trembling fingers emotionally trace over the X-rays.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elton with Ms. B and Jake carrying a half asleep Hailie leave the hospital for the nearest hotel. After making sure Princess is in the limo he calmly walks over to the press screaming questions.

“May I Please Speak!” Elton angrily yells out holding up his hands.

“Mr. Mathers is doing fine! He left collarbone was broken and should be released tomorrow. BUT more important Miss Mathers is very shaken and doesn’t need all this yelling and screaming. Please respect the Mathers privacy.” Elton angrily firmly explains.

The press continues yelling questions as he starts walking away, but one causes him to angrily turn back around.

“Mr. Mathers is a Dear Friend that’s why I’m Here!” Elton firmly explains, and then walks back to the limo.

~ ~ Two weeks later in Michigan ~ ~

“If you’ve come to fluff my pillows again I swear to God! I’ll get out of this bed get my gun and shoot you.” Marshall agitatedly rambles.

“Who? You’re supposed to be taking a nap!” Elton explains frantically grabbing files and papers scattered around on the bed, making a mental note that Proof is no longer aloud to visit.

“Stop!” Marshall agitatedly whines trying to grab the papers with his good hand; but gives up and lies back against over fluffed pillows.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” Elton urgently asks, placing his hand on his perfect forehead.

“You’re killing me . . . . please have mercy and get it over with.” Marshall pitifully whines as Elton ignores what has become his normal whinnying and again fluffs the pillows and begins to adjust the blankets.

“Want some chocolate pudding? What about some strawberry jell-o?” Elton lovingly suggests, while thinking maybe about putting another blanket on the bed.

“Just sit.” Marshall agitatedly whines and he carefully sits down on the bed and gently takes his perfect right hand into his.

“Sweetheart . . . I Love You . . . I’m Fine. I’m sure Joshua has plenty of things that need your attention?” Marshall carefully explains loving having his partner in his home but the mother henning has got to stop before it drives him crazy.

“What about your favorite Edy’s vanilla bean ice cream . . . .” Elton lovingly suggests jumping up and rushing from the room, Marshall agitatedly flops back against the over fluffed pillows too quickly and extreme pain shots through his left shoulder.

~ ~ Four Weeks ~ ~

“Elton!” Marshall pitifully whines, as he is quickly taking the laptop from his perfect lap.

“It’s time to eat something.” Elton cheerfully announces.

“You said I could work so let me work.” Marshall pitiful whines.

“It’s been over an hour, you need to eat something and take a nap.” Elton explains placing a napkin on his perfect lap.

~ ~ Six Weeks ~ ~

“You have to help me! They’re in this together every time I make a move one of them are there the other day she caught me heading towards the studio I offered to pay her to keep quiet but she ignored ME Her Own Father and yelled for him.” Marshall radically whispers in one continuous breath.

“They won’t let me see anyone. Proof brought over some papers for me to look over and now when he comes over one of them sit in the room. Paul actually had to forcefully talk him out of suing Curtis.” Marshall radically whispers.

“Uh?” Trey mumbles in confusion, knowing there is really no chance to get real words into the conversation.

“I was at his concert.” Marshall quickly adds in, and Trey shakes his head understanding, never really caring for the big scary half dollar that’s been in gun fights.

“I have to work! I have too! They disappear Together. She put on a fashion show the other day. She loves to shop like he does! Hopefully the D-12 album that I’m Supposed to be working on will be a hit so I can pay off all the damage their doing to My credit cards.” Marshall sporadically whispers.

“I’m willing to bet that’s what they’re doing right now that’s why you’re here. You’re helping Them!” Marshall radically says.

“Calm Down. I’m not working with Hailie and Elton. I’m only here to visit. And I’m pretty sure they’re not trying to drive you crazy, they’re just concerned. They want to make sure you make a wonderful recovery.” Trey sincerely says, trying to reassure his gorgeous muscular friend.

“Think of all the positive things. I bet you two are making out like rabbits.” Trey playfully comments.

“NO!” Marshall agitatedly growls.

“What do you mean no? Your Lover has been living with you.” Trey says, knowing if he was living with such a perfect muscular God that they defiantly would be making out like rabbits.

“My Partner! Has refused to have anything to do with that department! I agree with most of his logic, BUT Hailie is in school during the day.” Marshall pitifully admits, Trey quickly wondering how long an American school day is, and has his dear friend Elton finally lost his mind.

~ ~ Eight weeks ~ ~

“Get Out!” Marshall agitatedly yells out, throwing his current issue of XXL that he was reading at the Warden coming towards him.

“You missed.” Elton nonchalantly comments sitting a small tray down on the nightstand.

“I have another one.” Marshall threatens, quickly shaking another magazine in the air.

“You know what your problem is?” Elton nonchalantly asks walking back over and locking the door and dimming the lights.

“You.” Marshall playfully comments with a laugh, but quickly notices what he’s doing.

“Didn’t I mention that Princess is at a sleep over at Proof’s . . . and Ms. B is having a late dinner with friends and won’t be home till late . . . very late.” Elton seductively explains, now finding a soft classical radio station on the stereo system.

“No.” Marshall mumbles, his cock already getting hard with thoughts of finally getting his partner in his bed.

“We have the house . . . all to our selves.” Elton seductively comments, slowly lighting two candles that are already in the room, not letting the plain decor get on his nerves as it’s done for weeks.

“Your problem is that you need to learn how to relax.” Elton seductively says walking back over to the bed.

“You gonna fix my problem?” Marshall seductively asks, as Elton is slowly pulling down the duvet.

“Oh yeah.” Elton seductively moans noticing a perfect cotton boxer tent, as he gently sits down at his perfect side.

“I’ve missed you.” Marshall seductively moans, pulling on the front of his robe; needing his lips on his and Definitely Not the little pecks that he has been getting lately.

Elton carefully traces his finger over the sling and straps, his mind screaming they should really wait two more weeks when the doctor releases him.

“Sweetheart . . . please don’t start thinking.” Marshall desperately pleads and he gently leans in and perfect lips connect in a desperate need.

“I Love You.” Elton breathlessly moans, as they slightly pull away to breathe.

“I Love You.” Marshall breathlessly moans, resting his forehead on his, good hand resting on the back of his neck.

“We have to be careful. I don’t want you to move.” Elton seductively whispers, and Marshall totally lost in the trance of his eyes nodes his head okay.

Elton carefully gets off the bed and slowly removes his robe and silk pajamas, releasing his painfully hard dick, as Marshall watches slipping his good hand into his boxers and stroking his own painfully hard cock.

Letting out a lustful moan at the sight of his Baby masturbating, Elton carefully gently slides his cotton boxers from his perfect hips as he slightly lifts his hips off the bed.

Letting the boxer’s drop to the floor Elton carefully crawls on the bed on his Baby’s good side and his lips are quickly passionately assaulted by perfect wet needy ones, gasping for breath as his hot firm perfect tongue practically rams down his throat.

Marshall struggles to keep his partner down with his own body but is gently forced onto his back.

“Slow down.” Elton breathlessly whispers placing several little kisses on his perfect lips and cheek.

“I love you.” Marshall breathlessly whispers, intertwining his finger’s with Elton’s as he props up on his elbow, his ragging dick coming to rest against his thigh.

“I Love You.” Elton breathlessly whispers, placing tender little kisses on each perfect finger intertwined with his.

“Me . . . sit up . . . edge.” Marshall breathlessly pleads, just the contact of his partner’s hot skin making every nerve in his body uncontrollably shake.

Elton pulls away, moaning from the cold rush that caresses over his hot skin, and carefully helps his Baby to the side of the bed, and then swiftly knells between his perfect muscular legs and devours his hard cock deep into his mouth, setting a passionate pace of licking, sucking and stroking.

It only takes moments before Marshall is loudly passionately growling “Reginald” with his fingers tangled in his hair as his seed explodes into his talent mouth and he greedily taking every drop.

“I want you inside of me.” Marshall seductively whispers several moments later, placing his hand under his chin; causing their eyes to lustfully connect.

Elton slowly rises and reaches over and grabs the lube from his robe pocket and gentle holds his Baby’s wrist as he slowly lays back and then knells between perfect muscular legs again.

Animalistic growls fill the air as Elton’s well lubed finger slowly enters extreme tightness and passionately taps his perfect prostate before slowly entering a second and gently moving in a scissor motion, having to hold perfect hips down with his free hand as he slowly enters a third.

“I need you.” Marshall desperately breathlessly pleads reaching out for him.

“I Love You.” Elton emotionally moans, slowly removing his fingers and licking away the pre cum from the slit of his perfect thick cock.

“Relax.” Elton soothingly whispers, carefully pushing the duvet up around his hurt shoulder; that at the moment to Marshall is the Only thing definitely not feeling any pain.

Slowly cupping perfect muscular legs into his arms, placing his hard dick at his Baby’s perfect tight pucker Elton slowly enters, feeling the perfect body tense places little kisses over his perfect knee; as his throbbing dick fully enters. Strangled moans and ragged breathing fills the air as he slowly begins to move. Marshall firmly gripping his own needy cock and firmly strokes in time with the slow sensual thrusts.

Their bodies sway a slow sensual dance with deep loving words filling the air.

Screaming his undying love Elton thrusts deep and releases his hot seed into perfection followed by his Baby’s perfect seed spewing over his lower abdomen.

“Are you okay?” Elton breathlessly asks, gently bringing his perfect feet back to the floor, and he only able to node his head yes.

“I Love You.” Marshall breathlessly says, as Elton collapses half on the bed beside him.

“I Love You.” Elton lovingly says, but quickly comes back to reality of his surroundings, and slowly helps his Baby sit up, placing a quick kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“I need to get rid of this.” Marshall nonchalantly mumbles, noticing that the bottom of his t-shirt is soaked, as Elton is frantically trying to adjust his pajamas to put back on.

“Whada ya doin’?” Marshall quickly asks as Elton is nervously pulling on his pajama bottoms.

“Are you in pain?” Elton frantically asks, stopping.

“Help me out of this.” Marshall agitatedly states reaching out his hand.

“Give me a minute.” Elton frantically states; it dawning on him that Ms. B washes the sheets and he has to change them then God only knowing what the hell he’ll do with them maybe she won’t miss a set.

“Here.” Elton radically adds, handing over a bowl of fresh fruit from the tray; praying it will keep him busy for at least two minutes while he finds a clean set of sheets.

Marshall sits the bowl on the nightstand and begins moaning in extreme pain as his partner rushes to the bathroom.

Elton hearing urgently returns and quickly grabs the pain medication and struggles with the child safety cap, cussing himself for not waiting as his poor Baby slump over pitifully moans.

“Here take this.” Elton emotionally says sitting down beside him and Marshall quickly grabs his wrist and sits back up.

“I could kill you.” Elton tries to firmly state, but seeing that perfect smile melts his heart.

“My Partner and I just made Incredible Love and I just want Us to go to sleep . . . but I can’t cause his rushing around like he just lost his fuckin’ mind.” Marshall sincerely explains, struggling to get his arm out of the sling.

“Partner?” Elton emotionally asks.

“Partner!” Marshall sincerely says, as he finally begins to help remove the sling.

“You said Hailie is at a sleep over . . . I saw you lock the door.” Marshall informs, moving his neck around from the release of the sling strap around his neck.

“What about Ms. B?” Elton nervously asks gentle starting to remove the brace.

“She already knows.” Marshall nonchalantly comments, wondering where his partner has been lately.

“You told her?” Elton nervously says, carefully removing the cum soaked t-shirt.

“Nooooo the Tooth Fairy.” Marshall says with a laugh.

“I Love You.” Elton emotionally says, slowly sitting down and taking his perfect hands into his.

“I Love You.” Marshall emotionally says, subconsciously starting to bring his left hand up to his face, but a pain shoots through his shoulder quickly stops.

“Be Still!” Elton quickly demands and then slowly gets up and gets a clean t-shirt.

With several passionate kisses a clean t shirt, straps and sling are finally in place and Elton nervously removes his pajama bottoms as Marshall gets comfortable on his good side.

“Sorry I’ve been such a prick.” Marshall truthfully whispers, resting his head finally on his partner’s chest, as he is pulling the duvet up around them.

“I Love all of you.” Elton emotionally whispers, placing a kiss on the top of his perfect head.

“Sweet Dreams.” Marshall mumbles as sleep engulfs.

“Sweet Dreams Baby.” Elton emotionally whispers, silently praying he’ll never stop hearing the calm sleeping breathe of the perfect warm creature in his arms.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elton slowly wakes with fabulous thoughts of the night his Baby called him his partner, but frantic mode kicks in and he desperately feels a need to rush from the room like a crazed lunatic fan screaming he just slept in Marshall Mathers’ bed, but gets a grip on reality and wakes his Perfect Partner with an exceptional blow job and then rushes him to the shower, and radically stuffs all evidence of the night in a over night bag.

Marshall with the over night bag in hand, shows him how to work a washing machine; silently thinking who says Eminem can’t show Sir Elton John something new. Elton totally amazed at how Talented His Baby Is!

~ ~ Ten Weeks ~ ~

Straps and sling are removed, and physical therapy begins, Marshall very cranky after each session, because of being told how to throw a simple fuckin’ tennis ball; but Elton calming the Beast with his own private therapy while Hailie is at school.

~ ~ Twelve weeks ~ ~

“NO!” Marshall firmly states, quickly sitting up.

“Baby . . . it’s getting hard to . . .” Elton begins to explain; that the press camped out at the front gate are asking questions that are getting harder to ignore.

“Don’t Baby Me! I don’t give a damn what the fuckin’ press is saying or fuckin’ doing . . . . I’ll stop Eating! I’ll Go To Work!” Marshall sporadically threatens, looking directly into his partner’s eyes.

“Baby . . . the doctors said you could go back to work.” Elton carefully comments.

“I’ll start working into some awful time.” Marshall whines laying his head back on Elton’s lap, and pitifully looking up.

“Hopefully you won’t . . . I will never . . . pretend that your world doesn’t scare the hell out of me! Hopefully in the last twelve weeks you’ve realized that Hailie and I Love You very much. That we’ve enjoyed having you around for meals, movie nights . . . bedtime stories . . . for times like this. . . and won’t slip back into that over worked state that you were in. Hopefully you’ll take the hint and slow the hell down!” Elton sincerely explains, lost in perfect blue eyes, as his fingers lazily roam through perfect choppy hair.

“Princess is growing up . . . . and with all my heart I don’t want you to miss out . . .” Elton with all his heart says.

“That’s not fair.” Marshall quickly informs.

“I don’t have time to be fair!” Elton firmly explains.

“I have to work . . .” Marshall firmly defensively states.

“You’ve made a very nice living from the talent God gave you. That’s now given you options . . . don’t give me that look.” Elton sincerely with all his heart says, softly placing his fingers over perfect lips.

“There is no way in bloody hell that you’ll end up back on eight mile.” Elton sincerely quickly informs.

“You’ve personally hired Obie and Curtis let them do their thing. You don’t need to be at ever concert. Let come what may with D 12, let the Boys do more on their own. They do know what their doing!” Elton sincerely with all his heart explains.

“I’m telling them you called them boys.” Marshall playfully comments.

“I’m being serious. You need to slow down and enjoy life while Princess is young. Before we know it there’ll be college . . . marriage her own family and she won’t have time for us old people.” Elton sincerely explains.

“Promise Me that you’ll slow down and start enjoying life.” Elton sincerely asks.

“Only if You Promise to enjoy it with us.” Marshall sincerely says, leaning up placing his hand on the back of his partner’s neck.

“Promise.” Elton emotionally whispers, leaning over and passionately kissing perfect soft lips.

“Promise.” Marshall breathlessly whispers, resting his head back on his lap with a smile.

~ ~ Epilogue ~ ~

J

With a lot of whinnying from Marshall and Hailie, Elton stays till Friday. Ignoring the getting out of school at lunch time on Friday and not returning till around lunch time on Monday so they can escort him back to England for a little holiday that he silently prays won’t be the last.

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