Twisted 10
“Well I see you’re
making everything better.” Joshua sarcastically states, walking over to Elton
and Marshall, as Elton nervously stands.
“Elton I really don’t
see your fascination with this loud mouth, druggie, alcoholic, piece of shit.”
Joshua angrily states and Elton blindly throwing a punch towards Joshua’s face,
and he quickly grabbing his wrist, as Marshall struggles to sits up.
“Get Out!” Elton
angrily screams, as Joshua lets go of his wrist with a smirk on his face, as he
glances down at Marshall who gives him the finger.
“When you really what
someone to love you like you deserve to be loved. I’ll be waiting.” Joshua
sincerely states, and then starts to leave the room, but quickly stops and
turns around.
“Just make sure you
wash the scum off first.” Joshua states in an arrogant tone, with a wicked
laugh and then quickly leaves, as Marshall lays his head back on the sofa, as
Elton nervously sits back down beside him.
“I have to go.”
Marshall emotionally mumbles, trying to sit up by grabbing the arm of the sofa.
“I’m sorry . . .”
Marshall sincerely mumbles, as his head continues to pound, as he again
struggles to get up, and Elton quickly pulls him tightly into his arms.
“I Love You!” Elton
compassionately says with all his heart, and Marshall collapses into his arms
crying, holding tightly to the front of Elton’s shirt.
“Nooooo.” Marshall
childlike mumbles, burying his face into Elton’s chest, continuing to hold
tightly to the front of his shirt, trying to stay awake to remember what it’s
like to have warm secure arms wrapped around him one last time, knowing Joshua
is right.
“Sssshhhhh.” Elton
lovely whispers, caressing over his back, his heart breaking from the emotional
state his Baby is in because of him.
Almost five hours pass
with Elton holding tightly to his Baby as he sleeps, as he reminiscences about
all the times they’ve spent together as friends, and how twisted everything has
gotten since the night at his Baby’s penthouse because of him.
On Jake’s third trip
into the den to check on them, he suggests carrying Marshall up to his bedroom
where they would be more comfortable and after staring at the large muscular
man for several seconds Elton agrees, and Jake carefully lifts Marshall from
his arms after Elton slowly and carefully removes his Baby’s tight hold on him.
Elton rushes ahead of
them and turns down the large blankets and fluffs the pillows, Marshall moaning
a few times but never waking, and before Jake leaves Elton instructs him to go
back to Marshall’s hotel room and retrieve his personal belongings.
After Jake leaves
Elton removes his Baby’s socks, shoes and t-shirt, stopping a second to admire
his muscular chest before pulling the blankets up and tightly around him, and
then grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom and gently washing his tear
stained face, before laying down himself and willing his mind not to wonder off
to their twisted problems, just the calming effects of laying beside the most
perfect man in the world and watching his chest rise and fall with each
breathe, and sleep overtaking him also.
Several hours later
Marshall slowly wakes in a frightened, confused disoriented state of mind in
the dimly lit room, and lays perfectly still for a few minutes before realizing
where he is and it’s Elton laying beside him.
Events slowly become
somewhat clear from the deep fog that clouds his mind and he slowly turns to
his side to face Elton, snuggling as close as he can without touching or waking
him, just wanting some of Elton’s goodness to rub off on him.
After several long moments
Marshall carefully struggles to move to the side of the large bed and sits up,
his head swimming with a million thoughts, but slowly standing and begins
slowly moving towards the bathroom, his legs feeling like wet noodles, and
grabbing pieces of furniture for support, but collapses to the floor.
The loud noise causes
Elton to sit straight up in bed, and frantically searching it for his Baby
before reaching over and clicking on the nightlight and seeing him lying on the
floor shaking.
“Oh My God.” Elton
screams as he frantically rushes to his Baby’s side and takes him in his arms.
“Are you alright? Does
anything hurt?” Elton urgently asks, rubbing over his body checking for blood
or broken bones, as his Baby shakes uncontrollably in his arms.
“Cold.” Marshall
mumbles uncontrollably shaking, and Elton quickly reaching up and jerking a
blanket from the bed and wrapping it around his Baby.
“Better?” Elton asks
in concern after a few minutes of cradling his Baby tightly in his arms, and
his shaking stopping.
“Do you think you can
make it back to the bed?” Elton asks in concern after a few more minutes,
placing a gently kiss on his Baby’s forehead.
“Does your head still
hurt?” Elton asks in concern after a few more minutes, as he leans back a
little so he can look at his Baby’s face.
“I . . . don’t . . .”
Marshall mumbles struggling to put words together, the heavy fog continuing to
cloud his mind, but begins to get up.
“Let me help you.”
Elton sincerely says, and then slowly starts helping his Baby up and over to
the bed.
“Shoes?” Marshall
asks, trying to force his mind to find his shoes, as Elton slowly sits down
beside him not liking the far away look he got from the quick glance he got of
his Baby’s eyes.
“You don’t need your
shoes. I want you to lay back down.” Elton caringly states quickly standing,
starling his Baby.
“Do you know where
you’re at?” Elton asks in concern, kneeling down in front of him, thinking
maybe he should call a doctor.
“I gave you a sleeping
pill, that I really don’t think has worn off yet. You need to lay back down.”
Elton slowly explains, as his eyes connect with his Baby’s totally lost ones.
“Please lay back
down.” Elton pleads, and then slowly leads his Baby back in the bed, and
quickly brings the blanket up around him.
“Would you like
something to drink?” Elton asks, as he slowly sits down at his Baby’s side,
still concerned about the far away look in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Marshall
sincerely struggles to say, and Elton gets a confused expression.
“There is nothing to
be sorry for, just close those perfect blue eyes and sleep.” Elton whispers, as
his finger subconsciously traces over his Baby’s facial features.
“If I call . . . say
sorry . . . won’t be mad at you.” Marshall sincerely says, as the events start
to become clear, Elton taking a quick breathe realizing what his Baby is
talking about.
“Baby you don’t need
to call anyone . . . . . you do need to move over a little. It’s three in the
morning, and that’s way to early for either of us to be a wake.” Elton explains
as he inches down in the bed beside his Baby, gently nudging him over.
“Now go to sleep”
Elton sincerely whispers into his Baby’s ear, after spooning in behind him,
praying that his Baby will just go back to sleep, and forget about yesterday.
“He loves you.”
Marshall mumbles, loving the warm secure feel of Elton’s arm wrapping around
him and pulling him closer, but his mind screaming that Elton belongs to
Joshua.
“Yes . . . Joshua said
he loved me . . . . but he has known for years that my heart, body and soul
belong to You.” Elton sincerely says, pulling his Baby over to his back and
looking directly into his eyes.
“There will Never be a
Joshua and Me! Because I . . . . . I Love You! . . . . Have for a long time!” Elton truthfully says
with his heart, happy that he finally told his Baby to his face how he feels.
“Now close your eyes
and go back to sleep.” Elton whispers, placing a kiss on his Baby’s forehead
and snuggling him in his arms, resting his head on his.
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