~ FICTIONAL SLASH! EXTREME NC-17 ! ~
Elton finally makes it to the hotel; after a long plane trip, and all he was thinking was a hot bubble bath and sleep. But as his limo pulls up to the hotel, he notices a large crowd of people out front, and Elton instructs the driver to pull around, to the back celebrity entrance, as the limo drives past the crowd, Elton notices a lot of Eminem t-shirts, posters, signs and CD covers in the crowd, and he smiles to himself.
While signing in, Elton curiously asks, the manger what room Eminem is in.
After unpacking and bathing, and four Martinis, Elton takes several deep breaths, and goes to the penthouse to visit his friend Eminem.
After getting off the elevator, and going through four very large men, Elton is let into the penthouse.
Elton walks into the penthouse and there are no lights on, so he slowly walks across the room, using the moonlight shinning through the large windows, and clicks on a lamp by the sofa.
“WHAAAT Thhhe Fuck!” Eminem tries to yell out, as the light blinds him, and he flings his arm over his eyes.
“Sorry! I didn’t know.” Elton apologizes, as he quickly turns the light off, as Eminem growls, as he sinks lower down in the over stuffed chair, and rests his head back again.
“They didn’t tell me, that you were sleeping.” Elton whispers, as he walks over to Eminem.
“I’M NOT!” Eminem angrily yells out, never lifting his head up, but holds out a glass to Elton.
“What are you drinking?” Elton asks, as he walks closer, and notices, that his Baby is holding an empty glass.
“Hen . . .” Eminem states, as Elton takes the empty glass from him, and goes over to the bar, and looks around at the liquor.
“I’mmmm nooo Drunk!” Eminem stumbles to say, as Elton stops looking at the liquor, and grabs the Hennessy, as he turns around to look at his Baby.
“Didn’t say or think you were. Do you want ice?” Elton states, as he turns his attention back to fixing the drink, but glances back to see his Baby waving his hand around.
“Is that a yes or a no?” Elton jokily asks, with a small laugh, as Eminem starts rolling his neck around.
“No.” Eminem simply states, as he continues to roll his neck around, and tries to massages his own shoulders.
“Your neck hurt?” Elton asks in concern, as he walks back over to his Baby, and hands him the drink, and sits down on the ottoman in front of him.
Eminem stops rolling his neck and takes a drink, and looks at Elton, before beginning to roll his neck again.
“All . . . pe . . . sti . . . front?” Eminem tries to ask, as his hands move with each word, and Elton reaches out, and wraps his hands, around his Baby’s hand, that holds the glass, as he tries to control his breathing.
“Let me hold it for you. And yes there still a lot of people out front.” Elton says, as Eminem releases the glass to Elton.
“I bet if I tied your hands together, you couldn’t talk.” Elton jokily states with a wicked laugh, as Eminem continues to roll his neck, and moving his shoulders.
“I . . . can . . . talk.” Eminem defensively states with a slur, as his hands again move with each word, as Elton laughs.
“Sure you can.” Elton states, as Eminem leans forward to reach for his drink, but his hand lands on Elton’s knee.
“Here.” Elton struggles to whisper, as he swallows over the large lump in his throat, as he tries to hold the glass still, as Eminem tries to hold on to it also.
“Let me.” Elton says, as he leads the glass slowly up to his Baby’s mouth, and he gives Elton a confused look, but takes a drink.
“Are . . . you . . . pick . . . me?” Eminem struggles to ask, after he takes a drink, as Elton just smiles, as he desperately tries to control himself.
“No. I’m not trying to pick you up.” Elton states with a deep breath, hating himself for lying, as Eminem starts rolling his neck and shoulders again.
“You’re hurting . . . Aren’t you?” Elton asks in a very concern tone, as Eminem reaches for his drink again, and Elton slowly leads it up to his mouth again, and he takes a drink.
“Can I try something . . . without you beating me up.” Elton asks with somewhat of concern, after he takes several deep breaths, and Eminem just blankly looks at him.
“I’m going to sit this here.” Elton states, as he takes several more deep breaths, as he sits his Baby’s drink on the end stand, beside the chair, and moves around behind him.
Elton moves around behind his Baby, and gently places his hands on his shoulders, and Eminem jumps in surprise.
“SSSHHH . . . Just relax.” Elton calmly says, as his hands lead his Baby back in the chair, and he gently starts massaging his shoulders.
Elton starts gently massaging his Baby’s shoulders, and quickly realizes that his muscular shoulders, are very knotted and tense, but gets very tense himself, as his Baby right hand reaches around and grabs onto his right hand, and Elton lets his Baby lead his hand to his neck, and he gently start massaging, as a soft moan of satisfaction comes from his Baby.
Several intense moments for Elton, goes by in silence, as he desperately tries to get control of his emotions, of finally being this close to his Baby.
“Does it feel good?” Elton whispers, as he bends down to his Baby’s ear, and fights the urge to nibble, as Eminem lays his head onto his, and moans in satisfaction.
“Why don’t you move over to the sofa, so I can massage your whole back.” Elton suggests, not really wanting to move, but thoughts of his Baby laying flat under him, makes him smile, as Eminem continues to lean his head on Elton’s.
Elton slowly leans up, placing his hand on the side of his Baby’s cheek, to make sure his head doesn’t fall, and quickly moves back to the front of him.
“Come on. I’ll help you.” Elton whispers, as his hand stays on his Baby’s cheek, but slightly holds it up to face him, and Eminem closes his eyes, which makes Elton smile.
“Come on.” Elton softly whispers, as he removes his hand, and Eminem starts mumbling.
“I know you don’t wanna move. But your neck is not going to stop hurting, as long as you stay slouching in this chair.” Elton sincerely states, as he kneels down in front of his Baby, resting his hands on the arm of the chair.
Eminem slowly places his hands beside Elton’s, on the arms of the chair and pushes up, but flops back down.
Eminem takes a deep breath, and tries to reach for his drink, but Elton quickly grabs it.
“You want this? You have to stand.” Elton seductively states, as he swings the glass in front of his Baby, then stands up, as Eminem rests his head back in the chair.
Elton quickly sits the drink back on the table, and leans over to his Baby’s ear.
“You won’t need that, after I’m finished with you.” Elton confidently states in a whisper, as one hand rest on the arm of the chair, and the other teasely massages his Baby’s shoulder.
Eminem moans in objection, but tries to stand, and Elton quickly wraps his arms around his Baby’s waist, and gets him to his feet.
Eminem places his head on Elton’s shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist, as he moans from the sudden head rush, as Elton holds tightly to his Baby’s waist, loving the position they’re in.
Elton glances around the dark room, and tries to figure out which door is his Baby’s bedroom, as his dick twitches several times, from his Baby’s head resting on his shoulder, and his breathe hitting his neck.
“Baby . . . Em . . . which one is your bedroom.” Elton whispers, as he leans his head into his Baby’s, as he runs one hand down his back, loving the smell of his cologne.
“Okay don’t answer me.” Elton sarcastically whispers, as his hand continues to roam over his Baby’s back, as he randomly picks a door.
“We’re going to move to your bedroom. You’ll be more comfortable there.” Elton softly explains into his Baby’s ear, as he takes a deep breath, as he let’s his lips slightly caress over his Baby’s neck.
Elton starts moving across the floor, holding tightly to his Baby’s waist, who’s struggling to move and moaning in dissatisfaction, but Elton finally gets him to a bedroom, and is very happy with himself, as he helps his Baby sit on the foot of the bed, and glances around the moon lit room, and sees his Baby’s personally stuff.
“I’m going to turn the blankets down. Don’t move.” Elton says, as he slowly lets go of his Baby, and quickly goes to the side of the bed, and turns down the blankets, and rushes back to him, as he starts to sway.
“We need to take off your t-shirt first . . . okay” Elton says, as he knells down in front of his Baby, as he holds him up, and slowly reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, as Eminem rests his head on Elton’s shoulders.
Elton slowly works his Baby’s t-shirt up and carefully over his head, taking the do rag off also, then removes his shoes and socks.
“Can you crawl up in the bed, or do you want me to help you?” Elton asks, as he places his hands on his Baby’s bare shoulders, and slightly rubs them, loving the feel of his Baby’s soft bare skin, and fighting the urge to kiss every exposed inch of bare skin.
Eminem slowly turns, and falls on his side, and struggles to pull himself up on all fours, and slowly crawls up in the bed, finally resting his head on the pillow, and moans in satisfaction, as his bare chest comes in contact with the cold sheets.
Elton stands at the foot of the bed, caressing over his full erect cock, that jumped to attention, from watching his Baby struggle to get to all fours, and crawl to the head of the bed, as he moans with a hot desire.
“I’ll be right back.” Elton says, as he sits down beside his Baby’s waist, and runs his hand down his bare back, then quickly gets up, and rushes to the bathroom.
Elton rushes into the bathroom and looks around the counter, and grabs a bottle of baby oil, but stops in his tracks, when he notices two prescription bottles, and he sets the baby oil down and picks them up.
Elton heart aches, as he reads the bottles one a strong muscle relaxer and the other a sleeping pill, and both made out for Marshall B. Mathers III, and thoughts of his obsession, his desire, the love of his life, his Baby, must be very stressed and in pain, but a smile comes to Elton, as thoughts of how he was going to help his Baby relax.
Elton picks up the baby oil again and goes back to the bedroom, and sits down on the bed beside his Baby’s waist again.
“How many of those pills did you take?” Elton asks in concern, as he soothingly runs his hand over his Baby’s bare back.
Eminem moans, as he tires to hold up his hand, as Elton continues to rub his back, and desperately tries to make out exactly how many, his Baby was trying to say, but by his Baby actions several.
“Dr . . . ink.” Eminem struggles to say, as he tries to lift his head, as Elton stops rubbing his back.
“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Elton says, as he gets up and goes into the living room.
Elton goes over to the bar and looks at the liquors, and pours himself straight vodka, and downs it quickly, to calm his nerves, then mixes himself a screwdriver, and then looks at his choices of juices.
Remembering that his Baby likes cranberry juice, he pours some over ice, and inserts a straw, then picks up the drinks, and returns to the bedroom.
“Here Babe. It’s cranberry juice.” Elton says, as Eminem lifts his head up, and Elton holds the straw to his mouth, and he takes a drink.
After Eminem lays his head back on the pillow, Elton sits the glass on the nightstand, and takes a large drink of his own drink, before grabbing the baby oil.
“I’m going to make my Baby feel better.” Elton seductively whispers, as he slips off his shoes, and crawls on the bed, and straddles his Baby at the waist.
Elton pours a large amount of baby oil, on his Baby’s shoulders and neck, as he moans and flinches, at the cold oil on his bare skin.
“I’m sorry Baby. I should have warmed it first.” Elton whispers, as he drops the bottle beside him, and starts massaging his Baby’s shoulders.
Tears fall from Elton’s face, as he massages his Baby’s neck and shoulders, as thoughts of finally being this close to his true love, and how stressed his Baby must be with two cds, a movie and being president of his own record label, and what Elton knows is the most important thing in his Baby’s life, is being a father.
Elton works on his Baby’s very tense and knotted shoulders and neck, for about twenty minutes, with several moans of satisfaction coming from him, which makes Elton very happy.
“Do you like?” Elton whispers into his Baby’s ear, as his hands work there way down his arms, which rest by his head.
“Mmmmm.” Eminem moans in satisfaction, as Elton grabs the bottle of baby oil again, as he smiles at his Baby’s response.
Elton tries to warm the oil this time, by pouring it over his own hand first, before letting it drip onto his Baby’s back, but Eminem arches upward, as the oil drips onto his muscular back, sending chills down Elton’s spine.
Elton starts massaging his Baby’s shoulders again, and can feel that his muscles are relaxing, so he starts massaging a little lower down.
Elton leans over and looks down at his Baby’s face, and his eyes are closed, with a peaceful expression on his face, his breathing is very calm, and he realizes that his Baby is asleep, and Elton runs his hand over his hair and cheek, before placing a simple kiss on his cheek.
“I Love You.” Elton whispers in his Baby’s ear, before placing another simple kiss on his cheek, and then grabbing the baby oil and pouring it over his hand like before, and starts massaging his lower back, to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Elton wipes his hands on the sheet, and slowly reaches under his Baby, and carefully searchers for the string of his sweatpants, and pulls so it comes untied.
Then caress over his own painful erection several times, before taking hold of the waistband, and slowly pulling them down, with only a little trouble, as Eminem starts moaning and moving around, from the temperature change.
“SSShhhh. It’s okay Baby.” Elton soothingly whispers, as he crawls back up on the bed, and straddles his Baby between his legs again, but this time sitting on his legs, so his Baby’s perfect ass is directly in front of him.
Elton massages his Baby’s back another fifteen minutes or so, getting lower and lower, as each minute goes by, resisting the urge to grab the most perfect ass in the world.
Temptation gets the best of Elton and he gently grabs his Baby’s ass through his thin cotton boxers, as his Baby starts moaning and moving around, and Elton quickly stops massaging his ass, and waits for him to settle back into his deep sleep, before resuming.
Not being able to control himself any longer, Elton slowly pulls down his Baby’s boxers, and discards them to the floor with the rest of his clothes, and grabs the baby oil and applies some in his hands to warm, then nervously places his hands, on the bare soft skin of his Baby’s perfect ass, and slowly starts to massage.
Elton explodes into spasms of ecstasy, as an orgasm erupts through his body, heart and soul, as his breathing becomes erratic.
Moaning and squirming from his Baby, brings Elton out of his trance, and he realizes that he’s roughly grabbing and groping, his Baby’s ass.
“Oh Baby, I’m so sorry.” Elton hoarsely whispers, as he tries to regain his composure, as he slowly caresses, and then kisses and sucks over his Baby’s perfect ass.
Elton repositions his dick, as he moves off his Baby’s legs, as Eminem continues to squirm around, obvious to Elton searching for a blanket, and he quickly pulls the blanket up over his Baby’s perfect nude body, and pulls him into his arms, as he lays back in the bed, resting his head on a pillow, as Eminem settles back down.
“Ssshhhh.” Elton soothingly whispers, as he pulls the blankets up around his Baby’s neck and wraps his arms tightly around him, before placing a kiss on his forehead.
Elton lays in heaven for several minutes; cherishing the moment he thought would never come, before he starts running his hand over his Baby’s back through the blankets, as the other hand snakes up under the blanket to his Baby’s cock, as he swallows over the large lump suddenly in his throat, when he realizes his Baby’s cock, is just as he imaged it would be, large even when limp, and Elton places another kiss on his forehead.
“Oh Baby, it’s perfect.” Elton seductively whispers, as he strokes up and down his Baby’s long length, and gently caress over his balls several times, as Eminem starts squirming and moaning in satisfaction.
“Does it feel good?” Elton seductively whispers, as he lets his one arm slip out from under his Baby, and props up on his elbow, on his side, never taking his one hand off his Baby’s rising cock, as Eminem subconsciously snuggles up to Elton’s chest, causing Elton to moan is satisfaction, as he places a kiss on his Baby’s cheek.
“Mmmmm.” Emimen moans in satisfaction, as he squirms around on his back, from the sensation, as Elton feels his Baby’s perfect cock growing in his hand, as he watches his Baby squirm.
Eminem opens his eyes, and tries to comprehend what’s going on, as Elton’s strokes become more intense, as he moans in satisfaction of having his Baby’s perfect cock in his hand.
“Just relax, and enjoy.” Elton whispers in a reassuring tone, he looks into his Baby’s perfect blue eyes, as he picks up the pace of his stroking, as Eminem desperately tries to focus, and regain control of his body.
“I’m going make you feel good.” Elton seductively whispers, as his hand gently cups around his Baby’s balls, and lightly squeezes, causing Eminem to moan in satisfaction, as he closes his eyes.
Elton moves to his knees at his Baby’s side, and slides his other hand under the blanket, and takes his Baby’s length firmly into his hand, as the other hands stays cupped around his balls, as Eminem’s breathing becomes uneven, as he starts to struggle against Elton’s touch.
Eminem’s hands struggle to removes Elton’s from his cock, but Elton quickly takes a firm hold of his Baby’s wrists, and smiles wickedly, as he removes their hands from under the blanket.
“Baby, Just relax. I promise it’ll make you feel good.” Elton pleads, as he looks directly in his Baby’s eyes, as he places his Baby’s hands at his side and holds them there tightly, as both their breathing becomes very labored, as Eminem struggles to make his brain work, not his erection, but Elton’s actions and the couple pills he took early makes it useless.
Elton waits a few minutes for his Baby to relax, then rests his body across his waist, with his back to him, as he slowly lifts the blankets off his Baby’s perfectly full erect cock, and firmly takes hold of it, with his right hand, and begins to stroke, as he begins to kiss and nibble seductively over his Baby’s lower abdomen.
Elton increase his stroking, as he brings his mouth down to his Baby’s large cock, and blows a stream of cool air at the tip, causing Eminem to squirm, as he moans in satisfaction, as he grabs the sheets.
Elton’s firm tongue licks slowly around the head several times, before blowing another stream of cool air, causing Eminem to arch upward, and Elton softly caress over his Baby’s soft thigh, as his other hand continues to firmly stroke up and down the long length.
Elton then slowly wraps his wet lips around his Baby’s large cock, and slowly lets it slide down his throat, stopping half way down, as the sensation of finally having his Baby’s large cock in his mouth, crashes into him, as his own cock comes to full attention again, as Eminem lets out a loud erratic moan.
Elton slowly starts moving his eager mouth up and down slowly, but hungrily picks up the pace, as his hand starts sensual fondling his Baby’s balls.
Eminem’s hips start arching upward, from the sensation of Elton’s mouth working on his painfully erect cock, as his breathing becomes very labored, as he tightens his hold on the sheets.
Elton rakes his teeth, playfully but carefully over his Baby’s long length, then slowly pulls it from of his mouth and teasely runs his hot tongue over and around, the head, before wrapping his wet lips back around, and deep throating.
Eminem yells out in pleasure, as he wraps his hands through Elton’s hair, sending Elton’s second orgasm crashing hard into his body, and he tightens his hot mouth around his Baby’s large cock, and begins to move faster, as his own cock twitches, as it releases.
“FUCK!” Eminem erratically yells out, as every muscle in his body starts to shake, as he tightens his hold on Elton’s head, as he erupts into his mouth.
Elton feverishly sucks ever drop of cum from his Baby’s cock, till it goes limp, and he gently let’s it slip from his mouth, as Eminem gasps for air, as he slowly releases his hold on Elton’s head, and rests his hands by his side.
Elton kisses and sucks over his Baby’s large cock and abdomen several times, before resting his head on his Baby’s chest, and listens to his heartbeat and breathing become semi-normal again.
Some time passes, as Elton rests on his Baby’s chest, and listens to his breathing become calm, and can tell he’s asleep, before he lifts up and looks at him.
Elton slowly and carefully gets off the bed, and straightens the blankets over his Baby, as he stares down at him.
“Sweet Dreams, I Love You.” Elton whispers, and then places a kiss on his forehead, before standing straight up and smiling.
Elton walks over to the door, and looks back and frowns as thoughts of how perfect tonight was, but knowing in his heart, it’ll never happen again, but smiles as he leaves, knowing that his Baby is sleeping peacefully, no longer Tense.
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