Twisted 17

Elton in totally heaven lies in the bed, his Baby snuggled in his arms, his head resting on his chest unbelievably contently watching the cartoon network for the last hour. Elton wishing the world could see the real man in his arms, the way he is laughing at the simply concept of the cartoon, that cranberry juice is his real drink of choice.

“I don’t know what tomorrow will bring . . . . . . . I just want you to know I’m thankful for this time . . . I’m so very happy.” Elton sincerely says, caressing his hand over his Baby’s bare muscular back.

Marshall rises up and looks into Elton’s eyes just as the phone buzzing causing him to flinch.

“It’s the house phone.” Elton says, hating to leave the embrace, to answer the fuckin’ phone, after telling the staff No Interruptions.

“WHAT?” Elton angrily states answer the phone and Marshall laughs.

“Be Nice!” Marshall whispers, sitting up and turning down the volume on the television.

“I . . . I need to go down stairs.” Elton struggles to say, still holding onto the receiver, wondering what the fuck he wants.

“Is the world coming to an end?” Marshall nervously asks, as Elton’s expression turns to worried.

“I Love You.” Elton says dropping the phone receiver and placing a quick kiss on his Baby’s lips.

“I have some unwanted guests to get rid of. It should only take a couple of minutes.” Elton nervously rambles and then placing another kiss on his Baby’s perfect lips.

“Do you need help?” Marshall sincerely asks, looking up at Elton as he places the phone back on its cradle.

“When normal people see me they usually run and hide.” Marshall jokingly explains.

“NO!” Elton nervously states, trying to figure out in his head what he is going to say to get rid of the guests.

“Okay.” Marshall quickly says as Elton quickly sits down and tenderly cups his Baby’s head in his hands.

“I’ll be right back.” Elton sincerely explains, placing a quick kiss on his Baby’s lips.

“We haven’t eaten call Felipe and tell him what you want for lunch . . . . dinner. I’ll be right back.” Elton nervously rattles and then kisses his Baby’s again and stands.

“Okay.” Marshall says, but knowing something is up from the way he is acting, as he is rushing from the room.

Elton quickly makes his way down the large staircase, praying his Baby will just stay in the bedroom so he can quickly get rid of the unwanted visitors.

“Did I forget an appointment?” Elton asks, meeting his visitors in the large foyer.

“Darling’ . . . it’s such a beautiful day I thought it would be nice to play some tennis before dinner.” Joshua sweetly says rushing over and pulling him in to a tight hug and Elton pushes him away.

“You’re still in your pajamas.” Trey comments sitting down his duffle, noticing Elton is still in his pajamas and it being mid afternoon.

“I didn’t feel like getting dressed.” Elton defensively states, trying to ignore Joshua’s staring,

“Okay.” Trey says shrugging his shoulders, but knowing Elton has never been one to lie around in his pajamas.

“I’ll talk with Felipe about dinner, while you change.” Joshua says, and then goes to kiss Elton, and he quickly moves away.

“Joshua!” Elton angrily states, taking several more steps back.

“Okay . . . you don’t have to change. If you’re not hungry we can just lounge, watch movies . . .” Joshua soothingly says, thinking his Darlin’ is still upset about Scum Bag, his personal pain in the ass.

“NO Joshua!” Elton quickly firmly states, taking several more steps back, Trey totally lost.

“Sweetheart! Don’t be rude to Our guests, lounging and watching movies sounds fun! Even though we’ve been lounging all day.” Marshall sarcastically says, coming down the steps, trying to put on t-shirt as he’s walking.

“Oh God! Please don’t put the shirt on!” Trey seductively states out loud before he realizes, and Marshall wickedly grins as he wraps his arms around Elton’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart you okay?” Marshall asks feeling Elton tense in his arms and placing a simple kiss on his neck; and Elton knees become weak from his Baby’s soft words in his ear, but his stomach in knots at what he is going to Joshua.

“Maybe we should go Back To Bed.” Marshall seductively quickly adds, as Trey’s eyes bulge and he makes a mental note to kill Elton for not telling.

“I didn’t know you where still here.” Joshua sarcastically states, rolling his eyes.

Marshall sarcastically smiles, tightening his hold on Elton’s waist, who is now nervously holding onto his t-shirt for some kind of support.

“I’m starving! Trey wanna have lunch?” Marshall quickly asks, noticing how stressed he looks.

“Sure.” Trey mumbles, totally lost at Eminem is standing in front of him Again, and obvious hooked up, attached, tagging, something with Elton.

“What are you hungry for?” Marshall seductively asks, sensually kissing on Elton’s ear and Trey almost losing it now sure that Eminem is tagging Elton.

“ELTON!” Joshua firmly states in discuss watching him melt into scum bags arms, as Marshal playfully moans in Elton’s ear.

“Why don’t we go out on the patio?” Elton struggles to say, feeling his Baby’s hard cock against him, and Joshua’s cold stare.

“Elton I need to speak to you privately first.” Joshua states and Marshall shoots him a death glare.

“Make it quick!” Marshall states looking directly at Joshua, then quickly stepping in front of Elton and pulling him into a quick passionate kiss, and Trey’s mouth dropping to the floor in shock.

“Put your eyes back in your head. We’ll put on a show later if you want.” Marshall jokingly says playfully nudging Trey and then giving Elton a quick kiss.

“You can’t play pool. What about basketball?” Marshall jokily asks, nudging Trey again and then waving his arm for him to follow

“Sweetheart Don’t Be Long!” Marshall sweetly says half way down the hall turning around, but getting his point across by looking directly at Joshua with a death glare, but his heart beating uncontrollably at the thoughts of Joshua talking Elton into throwing him away.

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“Make it quick.” Elton firmly states after walking into the den with Joshua following and closing the door behind them.

“What In The Hell Is He Still Doing Here?” Joshua angrily asks, walking up to him.

“Hanging all over you!” Joshua angrily adds.

“I thought it was obvious what he was still doing here.” Elton firmly states, walking away.

“Why are you Here?” Elton angrily asks, walking to the other side of the room.

“I meant every word I said.” Joshua firmly explains walking up and standing directly in front of Elton again.

“I Love You!” Joshua truthfully says with all his heart, as he reaches for Elton’s hands and he quickly moves away.

“Joshua I will always love you too. We’re family . . . BUT You know how long I’ve waited for this day . . . you should be happy for me.” Elton sincerely tries explain, beginning to pace nervously around the room, his hands nervously twisting his Baby’s t-shirt that he still holds onto.

“I’ve watched your fascination with Scum Bag tear us apart!” Joshua sarcastically comments, following in Elton’s footsteps around the room.

“Joshua!” Elton threatens, quickly turning to face him.

“WHAT? . . . . You gonna spend less time with me than you already DO! . . . MY BABY is in bum fuck Egypt get me on a flight . . . . Work my schedule around The MTV Awards . . . I’ve had to work your schedule around Every Fuckin’ Thing The Fuckin’ Idiot does or you get so fuckin’ irritable that no one can stand you.” Joshua emotionally tries to explain Elton’s actions over the last several years, as Elton paces.

“That’s Enough!” Elton evilly states, stopping in the center of the room and glaring at Joshua, still holding tightly to his Baby’s t-shirt as if a lifeline.

“Elton I Love You! . . . . I can’t stand by and watch you throw you life away . . .” Joshua firmly states, as he moves directly in front of him.

“The One Thing I’ve truly wished for is finally coming true!” Elton emotionally states continuing to pace.

“Joshua . . . . . Please try to be happy for me.” Elton sincerely pleads.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” Joshua pitifully says, as he is walking to the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry you feel that way . . . . . . . . Elton emotionally mumbles, his heart breaking, as he slowly begins to leave the room and Joshua quickly grabs him and pulls him into a passionate kiss.

“You can’t deny what we have!” Joshua breathlessly mumbles, and Elton slowly backs away.

“Joshua . . . . Had . . . . What we Had . . .” Elton emotionally tries to explain.

“Like that t-shirt is gonna give you true love? AND you know that’s all you’ll end up with! A White Fuckin’ T-shirt! . . . Jesus Elton! . . . . Get Your Head Out Of The Clouds! Do you actually think Scum Bag is gonna throw his whole career AWAY just to be with you!” Joshua angrily sincerely, as Elton begins to pace frantically around the room.

“I wouldn’t ask him to throw away something he has worked so hard for . . . I’ll never ask him to change!” Elton firmly states.

“So Tell Me Sir Elton! How do you plan on having a relationship with the Most Homophobic Man Alive?” Joshua angrily asks, crossing his arms and coldly starring.

“ONE FUCKIN’ DAY AT A FUCKIN’ TIME! . . . . AND THIS IS THE END OF THIS FUCKIN’ DISCUSSION!” Elton angrily yells looking directly into Joshua eyes, and then quickly making his way to the door, and stopping as his hand takes the doorknob.

“Joshua . . . . I’ve always made my feelings towards you and Marshall quite Clear . . . Please don’t make me choose. You Won’t Like My Choice.” Elton states after a few intense moments, keeping his eyes focused on the beautiful grain in the wood of the door.

“Elton . . . . I Love You! . . . You’re My Only Family” Joshua sincerely struggles to say between his crying, his heart knowing he owes his life to Elton and truly loves him.

“Yes Joshua and you’re my family . . . GOD! . . . your always in and always will be my heart . . . Family means the world to me . . . hopefully you know that . . . . but I have to let this lead me . . . . it may only last a few seconds . . . . . . . . BUT I’m going to enjoy those few seconds.” Elton sincerely with all his heart tries to explain turning and looking at Joshua, then quickly turning and leaving the room.

“Elton!” Joshua yells following him from the room and grabbing hold of his arm.

“Family always sticks together . . . .” Joshua sincerely says, forcing a smile, knowing he won’t every walk away from Elton.

“Family.” Elton says pulling him into a tight loving hug.

“I still think you’re crazy . . . but I love you . . . so I guess I’ll over look the crazy part.” Joshua tries to jokingly say, and Elton looking at him knowing Joshua has never been one to try to joke, always being one that is so serious all time, and cautiously smiles.

“Hickeys at your age are really not attractive.” Joshua jokingly comments placing a simply kiss on Elton’s cheek pulling away.

“But it was fun.” Elton nervously mumbles, walking down the hall, wondering what Joshua is up too.

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Marshall tries to explain the concept of basketball to Trey while making several three pointers, but Trey more interested in how the sweat is forming on his muscular body.

“You not a sporty person are you?” Marshall jokingly asks, leaning over with his hands on his knees out of breath.

“Just one more time.” Trey tries to say like he really is interested in the game.

“NO!” Marshall out of breath says straightening up.

“Let me get you something to drink. What would you like?” Trey asks as Marshall sits down on the court.

“Water.” Marshall moans lying back on the hard court.

“Okay.” Trey says and then urgently rushes towards the patio several yards away.

“Here ya go.” Trey says out of breath, returning with bottled water.

“Can I get you anything else?” Trey quickly rattles, thinking to himself a condom and some fluffy pillows.

“Help me.” Marshall says reaching out his hand and Trey with a wicked grin quickly pulls him up.

They walk over to the patio and flop down in lounge chairs, and sit in awkwardly silence for a few minutes.

“Sooooo . . . how long have you been tagging Elton.” Trey straightforwardly asks, and Marshall for the first time in his life is speechless.

“You okay?” Trey quickly asks, with a laugh.

“Yeah.” Marshall says, finally finding his voice.

“Soooo, you gonna answer?” Trey asks, with I’m waiting expression.

“Tagging?” Marshall asks with a laugh.

“You know bangging, fucking . . . .” Trey wickedly explains.

“I get it!” Marshall quickly interrupts, taking a large drink of his water.

“By the look of Elton’s neck . . . you were in heat.” Trey comments wickedly smiling over at Marshall.

“I wasn’t in Heat!” Marshall defensively states quickly getting up and then laughing at himself for letting Trey get the upper hand.

“So you’re admitting it. Then what would you call it . . . an overly excited virgin?” Trey playfully asks, getting up and walking over to him.

“Fuck You!” Marshall playfully states, with a nervous laugh.

“Please Do . . . . I’m very versatile . . . top . . . bottom . . .” Trey quickly seductively suggests, moving in close, letting his hands rest of Marshall’s bare chest.

“I’m gonna shove something up your ass and ani’t gonna be my dick if you don’t back the fuck up.” Marshall quickly playfully interrupts, removing Trey’s hands from his chest.

“Like what?” Trey playfully asks, sitting back down.

“You’re sick.” Marshall says laughing, sitting back down.

“What in the hell could they talking about?” Marshall asks, wanting to change the subject.

“Why? You in heat again?” Trey jokily asks with a laugh.

“Maybe?” Marshall says with a laugh.

“I can help.” Trey quickly offers, and both men laugh.

“I’ll remember that.” Marshall says laughing.

“Promise.” Trey says laughing, but deep down totally serious.

“Promise.” Marshall says with a laugh reaching over and shaking Trey’s hand.

“Wanna go for a swim?” Trey asks, pulling his swimming trunks out of his bag, and standing.

“Sure, maybe the cold water will help your problem” Marshall jokingly comments with a laugh, noticing Trey’s bulge.

“I know something that definitely could help my problem.” Trey sincerely moans, seductively looking up and down Marshall body and licking his lips, and Marshall quickly stands shaking his head no while laughing.

While Trey changes into his swimming trunks, Marshall removes his sweats and dives into the indoor pool in just his boxers.

Trey being an excellent swimmer shows off some of his fancy dives, and Marshall attempts a few of them, but not as graceful at it as him.

Marshall comes to the surface after his second attempt at a dive and Elton is standing at the edge of the pool holding a towel.

“You hungry?” Elton asks with a large smile while kneeling down to the edge, so happy that his Baby and Trey seem to be having a good time.

“Whada ya have in mind?” Marshall seductively asks, and Elton swipes the towel over his face with a laugh.

“You in heat again?” Trey jokily asks after swimming over to them.

“Yeah . . . . you wanna watch?” Marshall jokily asks, and then pulls up on the side of the pool, and is about to kiss Elton when Joshua yells.

“Elton! Jean would like to know where you’d like dinner served.” Joshua yells, rolling his eyes at their childish behavior.

“Patio.” Elton yells back, as Marshall comes completely out of the pool, water running off his muscular body, his wet thin boxers clinging and defiantly not hiding anything, and both Elton and Trey struggles to breathe.

“You okay?” Elton asks in concern, lost at why his Baby is clinging, as he is wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Yeah.” Marshall moans with an evil smile, as he grinds into Elton.

“Your getting me wet . . . . . dinner is ready?” Elton breathlessly says, needing to get away from his Baby’s perfect muscular body.

Marshall slowly takes the towel and with Trey booing wraps it around his waist with a seductive laugh. Elton’s dick twitching at the site of his Baby’s wet thin boxers clinging to his large even when asleep cock.

Everyone sits down to dinner Joshua tries to keep the conversation between him and Elton, but Marshall’s and Trey get several jokes and real no earth shattering topics into the conversation.

After eating Marshall and Trey decide to watch movies and Joshua full of displeasure rolls his eyes but mumbles his agreement.

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