Twisted 14

Elton returns to his Baby’s bedroom to find him in a peaceful sleep, snuggled down in the blankets on his left side, warmly smiling Elton gently slides under the blankets, the heat from most perfect body in the world taking his breath as he rests his head on a pillow a little higher in the bed, and then with a feather touch begins tracing the tattoo of Hailie, causing his Baby to stir a little.

“Ssshhh.” Elton soothingly whispers, as he spoons directly in behind his Baby, and placing a soft kiss on his neck, before pulling him closer, his dick now becoming inline with his Baby’s bare ass, and twitching, coming to life behind the thin satin material of his underwear and pajamas, quickly biting down on his bottom lip, to stop himself from moaning, as his heart feels as if it’s gonna beat right out of his chest.

After several moments of fighting with self-control, he lets his hand snake around and caress over his Baby’s perfect abs, before slipping to his perfect family jewels and begins fondling.

“MMmmmmm . . . . .” Marshall sleepily moans arching his hips towards the hand.

“Feel good?” Elton softly moans, as his Baby again starts to stir, tingles of pleasure rushing through his veins as his Baby’s cock becomes hard in his hand.

Elton erotically moans, as his Baby rocks his ass against his now hard dick, and he quickly releases his cock, and pulls him tighter into the position, and grinds his hips forward into his bare ass.

Marshall breaks Elton’s tight hold, and forces him to his back, and vehemently attacks his neck with his mouth, sucking, biting and kissing.

Elton grasps for breath, as Marshall’s hand finds the first button on his satin pajama shirt, and begins struggling to unbutton it, as his mouth continues it’s vehement assault on his neck.

“Baby . . . . . No . . . .” Elton struggles to plead as he tries to push his Baby away, as Marshall gets the first button undone and his mouth covers the newly exposed flesh.

Marshall breathlessly looks up at Elton, and he quickly pulls him into a passionate kiss.

“I wanna make you happy.” Marshall breathlessly whispers, looking in to Elton’s sad eyes.

“Just being this close makes me happy.” Elton struggles to whisper, as tears of happiness mixed with a deep fear of his body being not as perfect as his Baby’s stream down his face, his hands caressing over his Baby’s perfect biceps.

“Then why the fuck are you crying?” Marshall asks totally confused by Elton’s actions, as he is quickly sitting up facing him, pulling a blanket around his mid section, causing Elton to cover his face with his hands, and cry even harder.

“I’m sorry.“ Marshall sincerely says, as he quickly gets out of the bed, his mind knowing he’s not good enough and never will be, and looks around for his clothes as Elton begins to cry even harder.

“Come back.” Elton in a meek voice pleads, as he is wiping the tears from his face and sitting up.

“It’s getting late I need to . . . .” Marshall mumbles, not really knowing what he needs to do, as he is pulling on his sweats.

“Never in my dreams . . . . ever get this close . . . . even in my wildest fantasies . . . I’m sorry . . . it’s just I’m so happy.” Elton sincerely tries to explain his emotions as he begins to cry again and Marshall sits down on the bed.

“Please don’t cry.” Marshall sincerely pleads, his heart breaking for making Elton cry.

“I can’t help it!” Elton struggles to defensively say between his crying, and Marshall grabs several tissues from the nightstand and hands them to him.

“Better?” Marshall sincerely asks after several long intense moments of watching Elton trying to stop crying and blowing his nose, his mind knowing he has to leave, but his heart staying.

“Yes . . . thank you . . . I Love You.” Elton sincerely with all his heart says, reaching out for his Baby’s hands, while looking into confused blue eyes.

“Elton . . . . no you don’t.” Marshall struggles to say, as his heart breaks, wanting to believe he really does love him.

“Yes I DO!” Elton firmly states, as he begins to cry again.

“Oooohh Elllltonnnn Don’t Cry.” Marshall whines, as he pulls Elton into a tight hug.

“I Love You.” Elton whispers with his whole body, heart and soul, as he holds tightly to his Baby’s waist.

“You Know . . . . that’ll make you crazier than me.” Marshall jokily says, trying to hide how secure he feels with Elton arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and his arms tightly around his waist.

Elton tries to lift up to respond to his Baby’s comment, but he quickly tightens his hold so he can’t move, so he relaxes in the most perfect spot in the world.

Several long moments go by with Marshall sitting in the middle of the king size bed, with Elton snuggled tightly in his arms.

“Please don’t move.” Elton pleads, as Marshall begins to move, the position they’re in killing his back.

“We have to.” Marshall says, trying to move but Elton tightening his hold on his waist.

“Why?” Elton whines, as he tries to force his Baby to sit still.

“Sitting like this is killing my back.” Marshall states with a small laugh.

“OH!” Elton says quickly moving, and his Baby quickly flopping back in the bed, and then him moving in beside him.

“Elton . . . .” Marshall seriously says, looking directly into his eyes.

“I really . . . . I like when we hang out . . . . . “ Marshall says with several deep breaths trying to explain his feelings, as Elton begins to cry again.

“Elton! If you start crying again, I’m never gonna talk to you again!” Marshall threatens in an almost a childish tone, sliding his hands down his face, not really knowing how to handle Elton’s crying.

“Baby . . . I Love you so much.” Elton says with his voice cracking, desperately trying not to cry, as Marshall turns to his side to face him.

“Elton . . . . “ Marshall says with a deep breath and Elton quickly placing a single finger over his perfect lips.

“Sssshhh.” Elton whispers, as he traces his Baby’s perfect lips, and him quickly sitting up.

“Elton . . . . have you every wanted something . . . . but it being out of your reach . . . . . cause your such a fuck up . . . . not good enough . . . . . . your mind . . . .” Marshall tries to explain as he takes several deep breaths, finding it very hard to look directly at Elton.

“Get UP!” Elton suddenly firmly stating as he quickly gets off the bed, and Marshall tensing.

“Come On! Get Up!” Elton firmly states, quickly reaching over the bed and grabbing his Baby’s wrist.

“Trust Me!” Elton sincerely says, quickly regretting the harshness in his voice as his eyes connect with very nervous ones.

Without a word spoken Elton holds tightly to his Baby’s hand, leading him to his bedroom, tightening his hold as they enter and he notices his Baby’s eyes looking directly at the bed.

“I probably wrote this before you were born.” Elton jokily comments, trying to relax his Baby that hasn’t spoken and he can tell he is very nervous, as he sits down in front of the white grand piano, pulling him down beside of him.

“I want you to just listen.” Elton says as his fingers begin gracefully floating over the keys, and Marshall nods his head okay.

Elton passionately sings, putting his whole heart, body and soul into the song, as his eyes get lost in his Baby’s.

I saw you dancing out the ocean

Running fast along the sand

A spirit born of earth and water

Fire flying from your hands.

In the instant that you love someone

In the second that the hammer hits

Reality runs up your spine

And the pieces finally fit

And all I ever needed was the One

Like freedom feels where wild horses run

When stars collide like you and I

No shadows block the sun

You’re all I’ve ever needed

Baby you’re the One

There are caravans we follow

Drunken nights in dark hotels

When chances breathe between the silence

Where sex and love no longer gel.

For each man in his time is Cain

Until he walks along the beach

And see his future in the water

A long lost heart within his reach.

And all I ever needed was the One

Like freedom feels where wild horses run

When stars collide like you and I

No shadows block the sun

Oh You’re All I’ve Ever Needed

Oooh Baby You’re The One

Elton’s hands become motionless over the keys, and Marshall slowly with trembling hands pulls him into a passionate kiss. Heat and passion building as their tongues intertwine, desire and lust moving their hands over the others body.

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Author Note: Even though the song was copyrighted in 1992. Elton’s comment about making it before his Baby was born was to ease the tension. Read More of the Eminem/Elton Show to see how that plays out J

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