~ Viva Las Vegas ~

In Vegas for several short preview concerts before the world tour begins for D-12 World, Marshall and the guy’s heavily party at a small bar till Jake appears, and Box gladly hands babysitting duties over.

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“HONEY . . . I’m home!” Marshall struggles to yell out while laughing, stumbling into their Vegas home, followed by Jake.

“Stop Pushing!” Marshall sarcastically mumbles with an obvious slur, stumbling through the foyer into the sitting room, and Jake rolls his eyes laughing, trying to stay close enough that if he was to fall could catch him.

“Drink?” Marshall struggles to ask, sitting down on the arm of the sofa; too take a break from what he thinks was a long ass walk from the door, holding out a fifth of Hennessy to Jake.

“Finally.” Elton happily says, walking into the room, and Marshall looks around too quickly and falls back on the sofa, his legs hanging over the sofa’s round arm.

“Wooooooo.” Marshall moans with a laugh, now looking up at the ceiling, as Elton and Jake rush to his side before he falls to the floor, Jake nonchalantly slipping the fifth from his sight.

“HI!” Marshall loudly says with a large comical smile, as his eyes connect with Elton’s, who is now knelling down beside him.

“Hi.” Elton whispers getting lost in glassy blue eyes that are still beautiful; the smell of Hennessy so strong that it jokingly crosses his mind that maybe his Baby took a bath in it.

“C’mere.” Marshall mumbles, roughly grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“Let’s get comfortable.” Elton breathlessly whispers slightly pulling away, the taste of Hennessy now on his lips.

“Can’t . . . fall . . .” Marshall struggles to say while laughing, as Elton stands and glances back at Jake.

“Thank you for picking him up.” Elton sincerely says with a large smile glancing back at Jake.

“Would you like for me to help him to the bedroom?” Jake sincerely asks, and Elton shakes his head no.

“We’ll be fine.” Elton says, turning his attention back to his Baby, who still has a comical smile and now waving his left hand around in the air, as Jake exits to the guesthouse.

“Hennessy?” Marshall mumbles, looking around for it, knowing he had it a minute ago, but his mind a little foggy.

“You’ve had enough Hennessy.” Elton says smiling down at him, wondering what would be the best way to get him back in an upright position.

“Nooooooo.” Marshall mumbles; swinging his arms around, not ready to stop partying, Elton laughing knowing that there has to a beat going through his perfect head.

“Whada?” Elton states in shock noticing the brass knuckles quickly grabbing his perfect hand.

“Where? Why?” Elton urgently asks, carefully trying to remove them.

“Huh?” Marshall asks in confusion, as he continues to try to pry them off, noticing it spells out D 12 World.

“Where did you get this?” Elton asks in concern, still trying to pry them off as he knells down beside him.

“New.” Marshall says still with a comical smile.

“I know it’s new, but why?” Elton asks in concern, finally getting them off, and nonchalantly dropping them to the floor and with his knee pushing them under the sofa.

“Cause . . .” Marshall says with a laugh, his right leg dropping from the arm of the sofa to the floor, and he struggles to get up, and Elton gently helps.

“Wooooooooo . . . Lights!” Marshall urgently yells out, as the hood of his extra large red parka falls over his eyes, and Elton laughs.

“Need some help?” Elton asks laughing, leaning up and helping remove the hood.

“Hi!” Marshall yells smiling, leaning forward and resting his hands on Elton’s shoulders.

“Hi.” Elton whispers, wrapping his arms around his perfect waist in totally heaven, his head resting on the most perfect chest that he knows is somewhere under the extra large red parka and all the clothes.

“Sit on my dick.” Marshall nonchalantly comments, and Elton looks up with a raised eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” Elton struggles to ask.

“Sit on my dick.” Marshall nonchalantly comments again, slowly working his hand into his sweats and begins stroking his cock, as his head lulls back.

“Stop!” Elton firmly states smacking the top of his leg, desperately wanting to move to the bedroom.

“You hit me.” Marshall childishly whines, looking up.

“I barely tapped you!” Elton defensively says, now standing between his perfect legs.

“Stop!” Elton firmly states, leaning over and pulling on his perfect arm.

“Noooooo . . .” Marshall childishly whines as his head is lulling back again, and his breathing becomes labored.

“I can do that for you.” Elton seductively suggests, caressing over the top of prefect legs, as he knells down between perfect legs.

“Really?” Marshall softly moans, still stroking his hard cock, as he places his hand over his through the sweatpants and boxers and lightly squeezes’, loving his Baby’s surprised expression.

“Really.” Elton seductively whispers, slowly slipping his hand inside, and Marshall removes his resting his head back softly moaning.

“Baby . . . . let’s get . . . . some of these clothes off.” Elton struggles to say removing his hand, after a few minutes of firmly stroking his perfect large cock and Marshall moans his dissatisfaction and tries to grab hold of him as he stands.

“Time for bed.” Elton whispers, placing a simply kiss on his perfect forehead, and then taking his left hand.

“You gonna sit on my dick?” Marshall simply asks, still with the comical smile.

“Maybe.” Elton says with a large smile, trying not to laugh at the stupid question.

“Drink?” Marshall asks, pulling out small bottle of liquor and handing it over, and then goes back to digging in the same pocket.

“No thank you.” Elton politely says, sitting the small bottle down on the cocktail table in front of them.

“Let’s take this off.” Elton says gently taking the sleeve of his Baby free hand as he pulls out a little umbrella from a mix drink.

“Wait! . . . Might rain.” Marshall simply mumbles handing it over and then busts out laughing as if it’s the best joke he’d every heard while again digging into his pocket and Elton laughs wondering how much shit his Baby has in his pocket as he sits down beside him.

“Open.” Marshall says, handing another small bottle of liquor over after struggling to open it.

Elton shakes his head no, taking the little bottle, but smiling as a warm feeling fills his heart at how much of an innocent little boy his Baby appears at the moment, as he starts digging through the other pocket.

“Here.” Marshall mumbles handing over a wad of hotel messages.

“Marshall.” Elton says, quickly scanning over the messages for anything from Princess, as he is trying to hand him several more.

“Sit on my dick.” Marshall pitifully whines, grabbing some of the messages back and flinging them through the air, falling over on him.

Elton forces his Baby back to an upright position, and struggles to get his left arm finally out of the extra large red parka, then stands and works on the right as his Baby moans his dissatisfaction of being moved in positions that he doesn’t want to be moved.

“If you wore clothes that fit Maybe I would know where they ended and you started.” Elton playfully comments, finally getting the coat off.

“Mine.” Marshall pitiful mumbles lightly pulling on the coat and with a small laugh Elton pulls it from his lose hold and walks over and nicely places on the back of the chair.

“Light?” Marshall simply asks, nonchalantly pulling out a joint from his jacket pocket.

“Whada’ The Bloody Hell?” Elton states in surprise sitting down beside him and quickly snatching it from his perfect lips, and rushing to the nearest power room and flushing it and then returning.

While Marshall stumbles over to his coat and digs out a little bottle of liquor, and flops down in the chair, the sofa way to far away to go back.

“Do you have anymore?” Elton asks in concern, and Marshall nonchalantly hands the little bottle over and begins pulling stuff out of his coat pocket that now lies on his lap, as Elton sits down on the cocktail table in front of him.

He hands over two more small bottles of liquor, Chap Stick, a book of matches from the bar, several more hotel messages, a black sharpie, and an old sheet of notebook paper that Elton carefully sits aside recognizing the paper as lyrics from his perfect over active imagination.

“Anything else?” Elton asks with a small laugh and Marshall hands over another black sharpie, a sheet of pink note paper and another small bottle of liquor.

“Who’s Trish?” Elton asks, trying not to sound jealous reading for a good time call Trish, and Marshall shrugs his shoulders as he is pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

“I don’t wanna know.” Elton comments with a laugh, knowing he really shouldn’t be surprised.

“Bitch wanna tie me up!” Marshall matter factly states, pulling another small bottle out and Elton quickly grabs it and drinks it down.

“What Bitch? . . . Lady?” Elton asks correcting himself, as a perfect hand works back to a perfect cock.

“You know we should always appreciate gifts from fans.” Elton seductively whispers, getting on his knees between his perfect legs.

“I’m horny.” Marshall breathlessly whines, trying to push the parka off his lap with his free hand.

“That’s why we need to go to bed.” Elton seductively explains, helping push the parka to the floor so to get a better view.

“Where?” Marshall softly moans.

“That place you slept last night.” Elton simply explains; mentally wishing it could be every night, instead of rare occasions, but very grateful for his Baby’s brilliant mind for coming up with D-12’s release party in Vegas and getting three nights in a row.

“Okay.” Marshall simply comments, pulling out his hand and standing and getting a head rush from hell and falling into Elton who quickly wraps his arms around his perfect waist.

“We have to move slowly.” Elton says with concern.

“I like slow.” Marshall seductively moans, kissing on his neck.

“Follow me . . .” Elton struggles to suggest, slightly pulling away, nonchalantly grabbing the handcuffs, before slowly leading the way to the bedroom.

Finally reaching the bedroom after several heated pit stops for heavy petting well really cropping by both parties, they fall on the bed, and Elton quickly makes hast of all clothing.

“Do you trust me?” Elton nervously asks, straddling his Baby and he nodes his head yes while trying to pull his lips back to his.

“You gonna to let me use the handcuffs?” Elton nervously asks, while slipping his watch off his perfect wrist.

“You gonna sit on my dick?” Marshall pitifully whines.

“Maybe.” Elton seductively moans, wriggling his ass causing pressure on his perfect hard cock.

“I’ll be right back.” Elton seductively assures as his Baby’s moans dissatisfaction, trying to get him to stay on the bed; but having only one thing on his mind the Perfect Fantasy rushing to the dressing room and retrieving his own perfect gold sets of matching handcuffs, bought several months ago in hopes for a chance like this in their Twisted relationship.

“Where were we?” Elton seductively moans, removing his Baby’s hand from his large cock, and then straddling his perfect waist holding up the handcuffs, loving the surprised expression.

“You gonna tie me up.” Marshall pitifully comments, as Elton caresses his hands down his left arm, taking his perfect hand into his a placing a simple kiss in his perfect palm.

“You have to trust me . . . relax.” Elton seductively says, placing the first gold set around his perfect wrist, and the seductively massaging down the other arm and latching the second gold set.

Elton slowly lifts his Baby’s perfect arms over his head and cuffs the left to the fan’s cuffs and then it around the middle spindle of the head board and then to the other; smiling wickedly knowing the main reason for buying the bed frame was hoping a tie up fantasy would present it’s self.

“Are you comfortable?” Elton asks in concern, noticing his Baby is holding his breath.

“You need to relax . . . breathe.” Elton soothingly whispers leaning down and placing little wet kisses over his perfect muscular chest.

Marshall releases his breath that he didn’t even know he was holding, as Elton’s kisses become more passionate.

“Have you ever been tied up?” Elton curiously asks, feeling his Baby’s nervousness and he slightly shakes his head no; mentally thinking Kim always wanted too, but never having enough guts to let the crazy Bitch do it.

“I’m going to set your soul on fire.” Elton seductively whispers, passionate kissing over his perfect neck as it dawns on Marshall that he can’t move as he tries to wrap his arms around him.

“I can’t move.” Marshall matter factly mumbles.

“That’s the whole point.” Elton wickedly moans, glancing upward between his passionate assault on his perfect nipples.

“Open your legs.” Elton seductively whispers.

“Good Boy.” Elton wickedly moans moving between perfect legs as his wet mouth is passionately sucking and nipping on perfect hot skin.

“Please . . . . .” Marshall raggedly pleads; as his partner’s well educated hot wet mouth wickedly moves around his painfully hard cock.

Elton ignores the pleas and ragged breathing and wickedly snakes his tongue upward back to the tombstone, and slowly back to his perfect nipples than neck, resting over his Baby’s perfect body.

Marshall’s body shivers with need, his hips bucking forward for more contact as their massive erections slightly touch, his hands fighting against the cuffs wanting desperately to grind his painfully hard cock at this point on any part of his partner’s hot body for relief.

“You have to stop struggling.” Elton breathlessly whispers; his body ready to explode as he straddles his Baby perfect sweaty body, but concerned that if the struggling continues his perfect wrists will definitely be hurting tomorrow and there will be marks that will be hard to explain.

“Open.” Elton sinfully whispers, his fingers tracing over perfect facial features, as his other hand strokes his hard dick, positioning at perfect lips.

Raggedly breathing Marshall tilts his head forward and places a wet kiss on the head of his partner’s hard dick, sending waves of pleasure crashing over Elton’s body as he strokes up and down the length of his throbbing dick.

A perfect tongue attentively licks along the length, before opening fully and slowly sucking in. Elton grabbing the head board with one hand to stop from ramming fully into a perfect wet mouth crying out for more as his Baby passionately sucks on his throbbing dick.

Feeling his orgasm nearing, Elton pulls away with deifying moans of loss and breathlessly struggles to retrieve the lube from the night stand, as Marshall’s hips thrust forward for any contact, breathlessly pleading to be touched.

Elton’s dick desperately needing release moves down his Baby’s sweaty body and wickedly licks away the precum from the head of his perfect cock before knelling between his perfect spread legs.

Well lubed finger slowly enters perfect heaven, as the other hand holds down perfect hips thrusting forward, slowly entering a second, and with a scissor motion. Desperate pleading cries and thrashing perfect sweaty body, Elton quickly well lubes his throbbing dick, pulling perfect legs to his shoulders and slowly enters perfect tight heaven.

Animalistic moans causes Elton to still trying to slow things down, but his throbbing dick’s need for release begins forcefully thrusting in and out over and over again, hitting a perfect prostrate each time.

Erotic growling with wetness against his hot skin and perfect muscles twitching against his throbbing dick, Elton thrusts even more into the perfect tightness and release his seed.

Elton collapses on the perfect quivering body, as the last spasm slowly leaves his body, releasing perfect legs back to the bed as they both struggle to get their breathing under control, as every muscle and nerve in their bodies slowly drifts back to earth.

Several hours later Elton sleepily wakes to his now limp dick still in heaven and slowly slips out, having to bite his bottom lip not to loudly moan from the loss and wake the perfect body sleeping under him.

Wanting to kiss the perfect body, but needing to find the keys Elton gently leaves the bed and searches the nightstand and floor. Gingerly he leans over the bed and releases his Baby’s perfect wrists from the cuffs, and gently tries to move them to his perfect waist but perfect blue eyes opening and peering into his, causes him to freeze.

“C‘mere.” Marshall seductively moans and Elton swiftly lies down beside him and perfect wet mouth passionate attacks.

Elton breathlessly pulls away and quickly sits up and looks around the bed for the lube, as his hand connects with a perfect hard cock.

“No Playin’ sit on my fuckin’ cock.” Marshall breathlessly struggles to state, firmly grabbing his partner’s wrist that is stroking his cock.

Elton quickly grabs the lube and well lubes his perfect cock that’s at full attention, and then straddles and lowers onto heaven.

“Do you actually think I’m gonna be nice?” Marshall wickedly asks, grabbing his partner’s hands that are roaming over his chest.

“Noooo . . . . . . but your hard perfect cock is in my ass soooooo I can’t lose.” Elton breathlessly mumbles, as he is being pushed over on his back.

Marshall sets a slow torturing pace as his wet mouth passionately sucks on the flesh of his partner’s neck but quickly deepens his passionate thrusts feeling his orgasm nearing.

“I Love you so fuckin’ much!” Marshall emotionally cries out, releasing his seed into his obsession, Elton wrapping his arms around his perfect neck and releasing between them, struggling for what feels like is his last breath.

Marshall softly collapses and then pulls his partner’s body into his arms as he rolls to his back.

“Good Morning.” Elton lovingly coos placing a kiss on his Baby’s perfect muscular chest, as the phone begins beeping.

“Nooooo . . .” Marshall pitifully whines, caressing softly over his body and then dropping his arms to the bed as the annoying beeping continues.

Paul definitely not likening firmly told that they’re not ready to get up agitatedly explains that everyone will be leaving somewhere around noon, then abruptly hangs up.

“Paul’s mad.” Elton says, curling up against his Baby’s warm body.

“What’s new?” Marshall sleepily mumbles, turning into secure arms that lovingly wrap around him.

“I love you sweet dreams.” Elton whispers with his whole heart body and soul, kissing the top of his Baby’s perfect head.

“I love you sweet dreams.” Marshall sleepily mumbles into his partner’s chest with his whole body heart and soul.

Elton in heaven holds his perfect gift in his arms listening to his perfect breathing slip off to a perfect sleep, but strangely hearing Elvis Presley Viva Las Vegas as he slips off to sleep.

Author Notes: Wonder why D-12 picked Vegas for a pre show when The Red Piano just opened at Caesar’s Palace J

E/E Show Guide: Wanna know where the red piano came from Tune In for more of the E/E Show J

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