Twisted 18

While Marshall showers and dresses, everyone else retires to the home theater for an after dinner drink and to pick a movie.

“I think we should watch 8 Mile.” Trey suggests, his mind wondering off to him in the place of Brittany Murphy.

“What are you going to do about Miss. Murphy and all the many others?” Joshua sarcastically asks.

“Nothing.” Elton nervously mumbles, wondering the same thing but trying not to let it show.

“What do you mean nothing? I wouldn’t want my lover fuckin’ someone else.” Joshua sarcastically states.

“Come On Joshua give it a rest! You can’t sit there and tell me that IF you had the chance to share a fine piece of work like Eminem you wouldn’t.” Trey sarcastically asks, hating how Joshua is acting when Elton is obviously finally happy.

“No! He’s not my type.” Joshua quickly states.

“Bullshit! Look at the Man. Are you fuckin’ blind?” Trey quickly comes back with.

“Can we Please change the subject!” Elton states more than asks, not wanting his Baby to come in the middle of the conversation about him.

“Why? Some of us aren’t as lucky as you to get the pleasure of having him for a Lover. All we got is our imaginations. Well Joshua doesn’t have an imagination.” Trey explains and Joshua rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry! I don’t drool over the most homophobic man alive!” Joshua firmly states.

“Well Joshua! Here’s A News Flash For You! He can’t be that Damn Homophobic if he’s tagging Elton! OR Elton ta. . . .” Trey matter of factly informs Joshua, looking over at Elton for any information on his and Marshall’s relationship.

“TREY!” Elton quickly interrupts, blushing.

“What? He’s just jealous that he isn’t tagging you anymore! And another thing! If I was you I’d be screaming it from the roof tops. That Joshua isn’t boring the hell out of you any more; you finally have someone that is Fabulous and definitely well hung from what I saw in the pool.” Trey quickly informs, knowing he would be if he were Elton.

“For you information! I have never been tagged or tagged anyone.” Elton explains, not really liking the term tag, because it makes lovemaking sound so cheap.

“Where did you get the word Tag anyway?” Elton curiously asks with a laugh, as Marshall walks into the room and flops down between Elton and Joshua who are sitting on opposite sides of the sofa.

“Sounds better than fuck.” Trey defensively says pissed off that Marshall has put a t-shirt on, even though he looks fabulous in it.

“He’s got a point.” Marshall says playfully nudging his shoulder against Elton’s.

“Did our playing tag dominate the conversation or did we decide what we’re gonna watch?” Marshall asks with a laugh, as he begins to stretch out, and with just a simply glare at Joshua he quickly moves to a chair, and Marshall finishes getting comfortable resting his head on Elton’s lap.

“Are you tired?” Elton quickly asks in concern, caressing over his Baby’s shoulder as he is turning to his side to face Trey and Joshua.

“Just wanna be comfortable.” Marshall simply says, twisting his neck a little to look back at Elton.

“I stand with my suggestion 8 Mile.” Trey comments, as Elton gets lost in thoughts of how good it feels having his Baby so clingy, but wonders how he knows about tagging.

“Good Choice . . . . BUT why would you wanna see my bare ass on screen when you can see it Live?” Marshall jokily asks, having an ideal of why he wants to watch 8 Mile, then quickly wondering if Elton even has a copy.

“I’ve had enough of this! Good Night Elton.” Joshua states quickly standing, Trey quickly liking the ideal of the Jerk leaving, and maybe he could talk them into a threesome.

“Ooooh Joshua Come On stay. You know how good Elton and I perform together. Damn you might even learn something.” Marshall wickedly suggests with a large smile, sitting up.

“Good Night Elton!” Joshua states again, knowing that expression of Elton’s all too well; he’s off in his own little world thinking about Scum Bag, even though the asshole is sitting right beside him.

“What?” Elton quickly asks, hearing his name, as Marshall stands.

“It’s okay Sweetheart. I’ll walk Joshua to the door.” Marshall quickly says, as he waves his hand towards the door for Joshua to go first.

“Goodnight.” Elton nervously says, leaning back again, not liking the look in his Baby’s eyes, and quickly deciding to give them a minute, but really starting to worry with the expression Trey has.

Marshall and Joshua silently walk to the front door, but as Joshua is about to open the door Marshall rushes him, slamming him against the door and swiftly turning him around, placing his forearm tightly against his neck.

“I’m only gonna say this once! If I Ever see what I saw the other day! You’ll be sucking on the barrel of my forty forty . . . ” Marshall firmly states with pure evil in his voice, as he looks directly into totally petrified eyes.

“Marshall Bruce Mathers!” Elton urgently interrupts, rushing over to them, but to scare to touch him.

“It’s been a long day I’m going to bed.” Marshall nonchalantly says, slowly letting go of him and turning around and pulling Elton into passionate kiss.

“Trey . . . See ya tomorrow? Good Night.” Marshall says, as he shakes his hand, as Elton desperately tries to regain his composure.

“We’ll definitely see each other again. Good Night.” Trey says smiling; coming to the relation that he has now seen all three of them, as Marshall nonchalantly begins to walk up the large staircase.

“Sweetheart don’t be long?” Marshall comments turning around half way up the steps and smiling at Elton.

“I’ll be right up.” Elton nervously says, forcing himself to keep smiling.

“Don’t start Joshua!” Elton firmly states, looking over at Joshua after watching his Baby walk out of sight.

“Elton the fuckin’ idiot threatened my . . . . .” Joshua pitifully whines.

“Shut The Fuck Up! Or I’ll do more than threaten.” Elton firmly states, then turns and smiles at Trey who’s standing silently cheering Elton on.

“Good Night Trey. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Elton politely says, as he opens the front door.

“Good Night.” Trey says hugging Elton and then leaving behind an anger Joshua.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Marshall flops down on his bed, taking a few deep breaths whishing he would of just punched Joshua, knowing that would made him feel a lot better, never liking him in the first place. Stripping down to just his boxers and crawling under the blankets Marshall knowing he’ll be sleeping alone, and just as he is about to click off the night stand lamp, Elton barges into the room and clicks on the overhead light.

“You gonna explain what just happened?” Elton asks, trying not to sound angry, as he stands in the middle of the room.

“No.” Marshall mumbles turning off the nightlight and snuggling down in the bed.

“Alright! But I’m going to explain something to you! There will be no more slamming Joshua against walls! Joshua and I have been together a long time! Are you even listening to me?” Elton angrily states rushing over to the bed as Marshall is sitting up.

“YES! I’m fuckin’ listening.” Marshall angrily states desperately trying to hide his emotions, as Elton with caution sits down on the bed and takes several deep breaths.

“When I met him he was only seventeen and on the street selling him self to survive . . . he was so pale and thin . . . . when I looked into his eyes there was noting . . . . . his eyes so dark and vacant. . . . just an empty shell of a child that didn’t know where his next meal would come from.” Elton sadly explains, his mind recalling the memories as if it was yesterday.

“Joshua needed a way out and I needed to fulfill a longing for someone to be dependent on me . . . . . someone I could take care of . . . . I took him in . . . I’ve given him the best that money can buy . . . and in return he has given me a reason to live . . . . love, security, loyalty . . . . He’s my family.” Elton passionately explains, as Marshall fiddles with the blanket.

“That’s why I don’t want what happened tonight to EVER happen again. Promise Me!” Elton sincerely says, searching his Baby’s eyes for any glue to what he is thinking.

“Promise Me . . . Please.” Elton sincerely pleads, taking his Baby’s hands into his.

“If you don’t want me to be mean to Joshua then keep him the fuck away from me!” Marshall tries to explain calmly.

“Please understand!” Elton firmly states standing.

“FUCK NO! He’s the one that needs to fuckin’ understand! I’m not gonna sit around and let him insult me every fuckin’ chance he gets!” Marshall angrily states, also standing looking directly at Elton.

“He’s just upset . . .” Elton calmly says.

“UPSET! “ Marshall angrily comments, pacing around the room.

“Joshua has always had it out for me.” Marshall angrily states continuing to pace.

“Marshall he’s my Family.” Elton firmly states, wondering why his Baby is so upset.

“Well He Ani’t Mine! So Fuckin’ Keep Him Away From Me!” Marshall angrily yells, his hands moving with each word.

“Joshua is scared I’m going to get hurt.” Elton sincerely explains sitting down on the bed.

“He should be worried about his own Damn Health!” Marshall angrily states.

“Marshall!” Elton angrily states, standing again.

“Marshall I know your upset . . . . we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Elton sincerely says, and Marshall stops pacing and looks directly at Elton.

“I won’t like him in the morning either. End of discussion.” Marshall angrily states then climbs into the bed and turns his back to Elton.

“Fine!” Elton angrily states, then storms from the room slamming the door.

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