Twisted 11
About an hour
passes Elton holding his Baby in his arms, concerned as he slips in and out of
a restless sleep.
“Elton . . . .
Joshua loves you.” Marshall nervously whispers, loving the secure feeling of
Elton’s arms, but knowing it has to come to an end.
“You two have
been together for a long time.” Marshall sincerely says, the words coming from
his mind, as his heart screams for Elton to hold him.
“Ssshhhhh.”
Elton soothing whispers, pulling him tighter into his arms.
“Listen to ME!
. . . . . You two have been together for a long time. Are you willing . . . .
.” Marshall sincerely tries to explain, but quickly stops mid sentence
realizing what he was about to say, and knowing it’s not possible for anyone to
love him.
“I Love You!”
Elton quickly states sincerely with all his heart, as Marshall struggles to sit
up in the bed and looks directly at him.
“Elton! Just
for a Fuckin’ Second Think! About what your saying! I’m Fucked Up! Not Normal!
Everything Joshua . . . and Everybody else says about ME is Right . . . I’m
supposed to be homophobic for Jesus Christ! . . . So what’s that make me when
you suck my dick! . . . . Which you do Very Well!” Marshall firmly states,
taking hold of both of Elton’s hands and holding them tightly.
“What I’m trying
to tell you is . . . my head is so fuck
up, nothing good can come from hanging out with me . . . ” Marshall sincerely
explains, as Elton quickly pushes him to his back, laying his body over a very
surprised Baby’s.
“Still
homophobic for Now! Cause you won’t let me make Love To You! But the day will
come when you’re going to beg me to make Love to you. Because I’ve said it
before! I plan on teaching you a few things. But! For now I’ll settle on the
first thing being Working On Your Self-Esteem! . . . Now! Shut The Fuck Up!”
Elton says with all his body, heart and soul, before he kisses his Baby
passionately, who slowly returns the kiss.
“I don’t beg!”
Marshall breathlessly says, as they break apart for air, and Elton wickedly
smiles down at him as he playfully straddles him.
“You wanna put
money on that?” Elton wickedly asks; as Marshall takes a nervous breath.
“Are you
scared?” Elton wickedly asks looking down into crystal blue eyes that he loves,
as he pulls his Baby’s arms above his head.
“Hell No! . . .
But when it comes to my money I like it! AND I don’t give it up without a
fight!” Marshall arrogantly states with a smile, wondering if they’re flirting
because his dick is getting hard.
“This fight is
gonna be sooooooo easy.” Elton arrogantly whispers, feeling his Baby’s erection
at his ass, and leans down and begins to nibble on his neck and ear.
Marshall
struggles to get himself under control, but Elton makes it impossible, with his
wet lips passionately working on his neck, and his ass grinding into his now
painfully hard erection, and he moans out in pleasure, and then Elton quickly
let’s go of his wrists and quickly rolls off him with a wicked laugh.
“What The
Fuck?” Marshall quickly states in confusion, leaning up on his elbows and
looking over at Elton, who’s breathing very heavily laying on his back.
“Are you
begging already?” Elton jokily asks, as his mind screams “What the fuck are you
doing?”
“No!” Marshall
firmly states, as Elton repositions himself at his side, and playfully lets a
single finger roam over his Baby’s muscular chest, who flops back in the bed,
and grabs his wrist.
“Are you
teasing?” Marshall tries to ask seriously, looking directly in Elton’s eyes.
Before Elton
can answer, his Baby’s stomach growls out very loudly in hunger, and both men
laugh out loud, collapsing in the bed.
“When was the
last time you ate?” Elton quickly asks in concern, sitting up and looking back
at him. as he sits up,
“I don’t know.”
Marshall nonchalantly says, as Elton quickly stands up by the bed.
“I’ll be right
back!” Elton states as he rushes towards the door, and Marshall quickly sits
up.
“Elton? Where
are you going?” Marshall asks totally confused, as Elton quickly comes back
over to the bed.
“I’m going to
get you something to eat!” Elton cheerfully states, quickly placing a kiss on
his Baby’s forehead, but then saying to himself why the hell not and places a
quick simple kiss on his lips.
“Elton!”
Marshall quickly yells, as he grabs Elton’s wrist after the kiss, as he is
about to move away.
“It’s four
thirty nine in the morning. No one in this house is awake! Except Us! And I’m
not eating anything you cook!” Marshall playfully states after glancing at the
clock on the nightstand, and then placing a simple kiss on his lips, but quickly
wondering why he did it.
“I’ll be right
back.” Elton says, quickly standing and heads for the door again, as Marshall
shakes his head in disbelief.
“Did you hear
anything I just said?” Marshall asks, flopping back in the bed as Elton waves
at him before leaving.
Marshall laughs
as he fluffs the pillow under his head and pulls the blanket up around him, but
is quickly overcome with his mother’s voice yelling “What the fuck are you
doing? What are you thinking? Elton is too nice for you! You’re not even in the
same fuckin’ league as him! You’re a stupid fuckin’ idiot if you think he’s
goin’ leave Joshua for your sorry ass! Joshua graduated from high school, and
has a law degree, so why would Elton want your no count fuckin’ ass” and
Marshall curls up in a fetal position knowing his mother is right, as tears
begin to fall.
“You are pathic
Marshall!” Slim Shady wickedly laughs, as Marshall sits straight up in the bed
and slowly looks around the room, as he quickly wipes the tears from his
cheeks, and then slowly lays back down and stares at the ceiling “Is it really
worth it? Just to be held like a little baby at night, to make all the bad
people go away. Oooo Marshall actually thinks someone loves him. Fuck you can
pay Kim a couple hundred dollars to snuggle all close and whisper in your ear
that she loves your worthless ass.” Slim Shady’s voice states as Marshall
shakes his head trying to get the voice out of his head.
“Go Ahead Be
with Elton! Do you actually think Dre is gonna understand? Interscope? Your
fans?” Eminem wickedly asks, as Marshall pulls the blankets tightly around him.
“I need to talk
to Hailie!” Marshall firmly states, knowing hearing her voice always makes him
feel better, as he is getting out of bed and then sitting down at Elton’s desk and
picking up the phone.
“You Idoit! You
can’t fuckin” call Hailie in the middle of the Fuckin’ Night on a Fuckin’
School Night! She likes school! Not like a person I know.” Slim Shady voice
states as Marshall realizes he is in London and the time zone, and gently puts
the phone back, and rests his head down on the desk.
“OKAY! This is
what . . . .” Elton happily states but quickly stopping in his tracks as he
walks into the room and sets a tray down on the bed, thinking Marshall is in
the bathroom, and quickly turns towards it and sees Marshall with his head down
on the desk.
“Marshall?”
Elton asks in concern as he slowly walks over to the desk.
“What Fuckin
Time Is It In Detroit?” Marshall pitifully asks looking up and Elton places his
hand tenderly on his Baby’s back.
“Hailie is
asleep.” Elton softly says, as he starts to softly caress over his Baby’s back,
knowing his Baby wants to talk to his Baby Girl, but the time zone thing
confusing him as he lays his head on back on the desk.
“C’mon lets
eat.” Elton tenderly whispers, as he begins to massage his Baby’s shoulders.
“Why can’t
anything be simple?” Marshall pitifully asks, sitting up and looking back over
his shoulder at Elton.
“I wish I had
an answer. . . .” Elton truthfully whispers resting his hand on his Baby’s
cheek, and softly pulling him up to him.
“Sooooo . . .
whada you cook?” Marshall asks with a laugh as he is slowly pulling away from
Elton after several minutes.
“Sandwiches.”
Elton happily states grabbing his wrists from around his waist, and begins
pulling him towards the bed.
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