This is the sequel to Tense. What started out with “Well? What happens next?” By several of the NSP Posse has come to this. What started out as a comedy and how many times I could seriously use the word Sick has become part of an ongoing series. The struggle of emotions between Eminem and Elton John.
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“About
. . . Fuckin’ . . . Time . . .” Eminem angrily states, with an evident slur to
his speech, as he roughly rushes past Elton, into the living room, and flops
down on the sofa.
“Ba
. . . Em?” Elton says in a confused tone, as he shuts the door, and quickly
follows Eminem into the living room.
“What’s
Wrong?” Elton asks in a panic, as he rushes over to him, and Emimen quickly
jumps from the sofa, and backs away from Elton, holding up his hand.
“Your
Sick! Stay Away From Me!” Eminem angrily states, as he begins to pace around
the room, as Elton stops in his tracks.
“Then
why are you here?” Elton curiously asks, as he watches Eminem frantically pace
around the room, and he takes several deep breaths, and prays for his health.
“I’ll
fuckin’ ask the questions.” Eminem states, as his hands move with each word,
which makes Elton think back to their night, and wish he really had something
to tie his Baby’s hands up, at this very moment, and he slightly laughs.
“What’s
so fuckin’ funny.” Eminem angrily asks, as he takes a pint bottle of Hennessy,
from inside his black leather coat pocket, and takes a large drink, as he keeps
an eye on Elton.
“Nothing!”
Elton quickly says, not wanting to make his Baby, any more upset, than he
already is, as he is taking another drink, and begins to pace around the room
again.
“Why
don’t you sit down, and relax, then maybe you can tell me why, you’re so
upset.” Elton calmly says, as he thinks how perfect his Baby is, even in a
rage.
“I
Don’t Need To Sit . . . To Tell
You . . . You’re Sick!” Eminem firmly states, then takes another drink, and
sits down on the sofa, looking directly at Elton.
“Okay.”
Elton calmly says, as he nervously slides into the chair across from the sofa,
not losing eye contact with his Baby, and feeling like a deer caught in
headlights.
“What
the . . . fuck . . . . happened . . . three months ago? . . . . . .
No! . . . . I know what SICK
Shit Happened! . . . I wanna know why?”
Eminem struggles to say, then takes another large drink, as Elton takes a deep
breath.
“My
Baby knows how long it’s been, my Baby has been thinking about me, I Love those
crystal blue eyes.” Elton says to himself, as he begins to smile.
“You’re
Sick!” Eminem states, as he slouches back in the sofa, after taking another
drink.
“Why
do you need to know why?” Elton curiously asks, as Eminem takes another drink,
and Elton jumps up.
“Let
me get you a glass.” Elton states, as he rushes over to the bar, and grabs a
glass, and quickly takes it back to Eminem.
“Are
you going to explain?” Eminem asks, as he takes another drink, from the bottle,
as he ignores Elton holding the glass out to him.
“Okay
. . . what part . . . didn’t you understand?” Elton struggles to ask, as he tries
to hide his excitement, love and lust, as he sits the glass down, on the
cocktail table in front of Em, and slowly sits back down in the chair.
“Why
Did You . . . Suck . . . My . . .
Dick!” Em struggles to say out loud, as Elton rushes over, and falls at his
feet.
“Please
Please Don’t be mad at me I just wanted to make you happy you were so Tense I
just wanted to make you happy I can’t live with you being mad at me PLEASE I
don’t wanna lose your friendship don’t be mad at me please please please.” Elton
desperately pleads in one continuous breath, as Eminem tries to understand all
the babbling, and tries to figure out how he was going to get Elton, to release
his death grip on his leg.
Several
minutes of silence goes by, before Elton pitifully looks up at his Baby, as he
is about to take a drink from his Hennessy.
“Please
. . . Don’t.” Elton pitifully says, as Eminem gets a confused expression, as he
looks down at Elton, and then takes a drink.
“Maybe
if am drunk . . . I’ll let you suck my dick again.” Eminem states, as he takes
another drink, and then looks down at Elton, who is smiling, but is continuing
to hold onto his leg, with a far away look in his eyes.
“Would
you like that?” Eminem quickly asks, as Elton gets lost in the thought of
sucking his Baby’s dick again.
“Get
your mind out of the gutter!” Eminem firmly states, and then takes another
drink, as Elton continues to dream.
“YO!”
Eminem yells out after a few minutes, bringing Elton out of his trance, and he
looks up to meet his Baby’s crystal blue eyes.
“Yes!”
Elton quickly states, as he remembers the question.
“That
would make me as sick as you.” Eminem quickly states, as Elton gets up on his
knees, holding onto the cocktail table, as Eminem takes a nervous breathe.
“No
it wouldn’t! All I want is to make you happy. And you letting me, would make me
very happy!” Elton excitedly explains, as Eminem takes another drink.
“Man
. . . and . . . man . . . is . . . sick.” Em states, with his words getting
more slurred, as Elton slowly rests his hand on his Baby’s knee.
“It’s
nothing like that . . . It isn’t . . . Trust Me . . . me sucking your dick that
night or anytime you want me too, doesn’t make you gay. I know you’re not gay.
I’ve come to terms with that fact. We’re just friends.” Elton sincerely says,
as he looks directly into his Baby’s perfect blue eyes.
“Sick.”
Eminem states, as his eyes stay connected to Elton’s.
“Would
you Please stop using that word?” Elton politely asks, with a smile.
“Well
it is.” Eminem states matter of factly, and then takes another drink.
“I’m
not going to argue with you.” Elton agitatedly states, as he gets up, and looks
down at his Baby with a smile.
“Didn’t
ask you too.” Eminem sarcastically states, as he rests his head back on the
sofa, and closes his eyes.
“Have
you had dinner?” Elton asks, as he walks across the floor, towards the desk.
“I’ve
come here to Kill you . . . . . NOT! Have dinner.” Em struggles to say, never
lifting his head, or opening his eyes.
“Alright!
Have dinner then kill me.” Elton happily states, as he walks back over to him,
with a menu in hand.
“You’re
Sick!” Eminem states, still never lifting his head, or opening his eyes, as it
crosses Elton’s mind to backhand his Baby with the menu, but his Baby all
stretched out in front of him, looking perfect, with his black leather jacket,
soft gray sweatpants, matching jacket and do rag, and famous white t-shirt,
Elton has to control himself from jumping on his Baby, as he bites his bottom
lip, so he won’t moan out loud.
“I
asked you nicely not to use that word.” Elton says, as he looks down at his
Baby.
“But
I never agreed.” Eminem jokily states, as he lifts up and takes another drink
from his bottle, as he glances up at Elton, standing over him.
“I
Wish You’d Stop Drinking Out Of That Damn Bottle! It makes you look like a poor
bum off the street!” Elton firmly states, as Eminem rolls his eyes.
“SO!”
Em sarcastically states, and then takes another drink and smiles, as Elton
walks towards the phone.
“It’s
Annoying! Do you have a preference on what’s for dinner?” Elton states, as he
picks up the phone, and glances back at his Baby.
“You’re
Annoying!” Eminem sarcastically states, as he takes another drink, then rests
his head back and closes his eyes.
Elton
calls the front desk, and discuses his dinner plans with the manager, who
promises to personnel talk with the chef, to make sure Elton’s dinner for two,
is a very special occasion.
Elton
loves every minute of planning dinner for his Baby, but surprises himself, as
he hears himself threaten the manager life, if anything goes wrong.
After
ordering dinner Elton fixes himself a Martini, and makes himself comfortable,
at the end of the cocktail table, as close to his Baby’s feet as possible, but
not in swinging or kicking range, just in case, and stares up at his Baby, and
wonders what he’s thinking.
“You’re
being sick again.” Eminem mumbles without lifting his head up, or opening his
eyes.
“What
did I do now?” Elton pitifully asks, as he gets up on his knees, as Eminem
lifts his head and glances down at Elton with a smile, then rests his head
back, as he digs into his coat pocket, and pulls out his cel-phone.
“Staring.”
Eminem simply states, as he lifts his head again, and dials information, and
asks for an overseas operator.
“Who
are you calling?” Elton asks in a confused tone, as he intensely watches his
Baby.
“Your
Queen.” Em simply states, as he waits for the operator to connect him, as he
looks down and smiles at Elton.
“Why?”
Elton totally confused asks, as a warm fuzzy feeling, rushes over his entire
body, from his Baby’s simple smile.
“Cause!
I’m telling . . . you’ve . . . sick . . . rude . . . . . . did I mention sick.”
Eminem sarcastically states, stumbling around with his words.
“I’ve
Never Been Rude To YOU!” Elton defensively states, as he carefully places his
hand, on his Baby’s knee.
“YES!”
Eminem firmly states, with a laugh, causing Elton heart to skip a beat.
“No!
I Haven’t! Give Me The Phone!” Elton firmly states, as Eminem swats his hand
away, as he is laughing.
“Shall
. . . I . . . add . . . . . grouchy?”
Eminem asks between his laughing, as Elton fights the urge, to strangle his
Annoying Baby.
“ALRIGHT!
I give! When was I rude to you.” Elton asks in a worried tone, after a few
minutes of intense thinking back, to every time they’ve been together, even as
far back as the Grammy’s, as Eminem falls over on his side laughing.
“Don’t
. . . . Blow . . . . . . can’t . . .
breath . . . . stop.” Em struggles to
say, as he laughs even harder, as he watches Elton think, but reaches out to
him.
Elton
quickly jumps to his feet, and helps his Baby sit up straight, and starts
fanning him with his hands, trying to help him breathe, but his Baby doubles
over again laughing.
“St
. . . . . o . . . . . . . p” Eminem finally gets out, as he tries to grab
Elton’s hands, waving in front of him.
Elton
stops fanning his Baby, and frantically searchers the sofa for the cel-phone,
to call 911, and his hand rubs up against Eminem’s thigh, and he quickly grabs
his wrist, and pulls himself up straight, as he fights to regain his composure.
After
several minutes, Eminem’s laughing stops, and he regains a normal breathing
pattern, as Elton stands in totally panic, with his Baby holding tightly to his
wrist.
“Are
You Okay? Do you need doctor” Elton asks in a very concern tone, as Eminem
looks up at him with tears in his eyes, from laughing so hard, and smiles.
“Don’t
Move!” Eminem firmly states, as he slowly let’s go of Elton’s wrist.
“Rude!
. . . . . . like that.” Eminem states
as points to Elton’s drink, trying hard not to break out in another laughing
fit, as Elton then realizes what his Baby meant by rude.
“Then
. . . you . . . were about to blow a
circuit thinking about it . . . you are sick!” Eminem slowly says fighting the
urge to laugh, as Elton knells down beside his Baby.
“Then
that waving shit! What the Fuck was that.” Eminem states, as he starts laughing
again, as he falls over on the sofa.
“I
thought you were having a seizure of some kind. I was trying to get air to you.”
Elton sincerely explains, as Eminem quiets down, and repositions himself on the
sofa, lying on his back, with his right foot still on the floor, and his left
leg stretched out.
“I’m
truly sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Would you like some juice?” Elton
sincerely says, as Eminem busts out laughing again, as Elton slowly moves in
front of his Baby’s knee, and rests his hand there.
“Juice?”
Eminem struggles to say between his laughing, as he thinks to himself, that
Elton can’t be dealing with a full deck.
“Elton!”
Eminem states, as he feels Elton’s hands slowly moving up his thigh.
“Mmmmm?”
Elton moans, as his heart fills with joy from seeing his Baby being so happy,
but mixed with desire from touching his Baby, that’s stretched out in front of
him, as Eminem leans up on his elbows, and looks at Elton, whose eyes are
closed.
“You’re
being sick again.” Eminem simply states, as Elton opens his eyes, and connects
with his Baby’s crystal blue eyes, but never attempts to move his hand.
“Well!
You’re the one all spread out in front of me.” Elton simply states, as Eminem
realizes that it does look bad, how he’s laying, and tries to get his left leg
to the floor, so he can sit up, but Elton doesn’t move.
“Move.”
Eminem states, as he struggles to get up, with Elton not moving.
“Why?”
Elton pitifully asks, as Eminem finally makes it to a half sitting position, as
Elton throws his arms around his Baby’s waist and rests his head on his right
thigh, as Eminem throws his hands on Elton’s shoulders.
“Please
. . . Please . . . Don’t Move . . . Please.“ Elton urgently pleads, as he
tightens his hold around his Baby’s waist, while he’s saying a silent prayer
that this moment never ends, as Eminem pushes on his shoulders.
“This
Is Definitely SICK! Get a grip Elton!” Eminem firmly states, as he finally gets
his left foot to the floor, and tries to stand, as Elton continues to hold on
tightly, as he thinks to himself how great his Baby smells.
“Let
Go . . . I’m . . . really . . . going .
. . to kill you!” Eminem threatens, as he gets the head rush from hell, from
attempting to stand, and all the struggling to break Elton’s hold, but mostly
from Hennessy, as Elton continues to pray,
“Sick!
. . . Sick! . . . Sick! . . . This is
just plain SICK!” Eminem states, as he stops struggling, and throws up his
hands in defeat, as he looks down at Elton between his legs, that’s firmly
attached around his waist.
“I
wish I could stay like this forever.” Elton comments, as his dick begins to
rise, and can feel his Baby’s bulge at his chest, and he tightens his hold.
“WELL
You Can’t!” Em quickly adds, as he tries to think, how he’s going to get out of
this sick mess, as Elton wonders why his Baby’s cock isn’t awake, but quickly
blames it on the Hennessy.
“ELTON!”
Eminem screams out in totally aggravation, on the top of his lungs.
Elton
falls totally in love all over again with his Baby, for screaming out his name,
as his dick jumps to full attention, as there is a knock at the door. J
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