Twisted 2
“Baby . . . make love to me.” Elton softly pleads into his Baby’s ear, as Marshall whole body automatically freezes at Elton’s plea.
“Please.” Elton pitifully pleads, feeling his Baby’s body tense under him.
“I need you.” Elton seductively pleads into his Baby ear, as his hand works between them, to his Baby’s cock and desperately begins to stroke, hoping to relax him.
“Elton.” Marshall struggles to say, as he tries to lift up off the sofa.
“Sssshhh . . . just lay still . . . I’ll . . .” Elton sincerely pleads, willing to do all the work.
“Elton!” Marshall yells out interrupting Elton, as he is trying to squirm out from under him.
“I’m sorry . . . I ‘m sorry.” Marshall rattles, looking into Elton hurt eyes, as they both are sitting up.
I’m sorry . . . I’m really sorry.” Marshall sincerely says, quickly pulling up his boxers and shorts and nervously sits back down beside Elton.
“Please don’t be mad at me.” Marshall pleads as he again looks directly into Elton’s hurt eyes.
“I could never be mad at you. I shouldn’t of let myself get that carried away.” Elton whispers forcing a smile, but his eyes quickly go to staring at the floor.
“Well I’m going to my room.” Elton mumbles after several intense moments of silence, as he takes his hand from his Baby’s and stands up.
“Okay.” Marshall mumbles, looking up at Elton, worrying that he’s hurt Elton, for saying no.
They both walk up stairs to their bedrooms in an awkward silence, both wondering what the other is thinking.
“Goodnight, Sweet Dreams.” Elton sincerely says, as they awkwardly stand at Marshall bedroom door.
“Goodnight.” Marshall sincerely says, as he continues to worry about the hurt that he has caused Elton, as he walks into his bedroom and glances back.
Elton goes to his room and takes a cold shower and goes to bed, after several moments of tossing and turning, he slips off to wonderful dreams of his Baby.
After a shower Marshall tries to sleep without much success, every time his eyes close he sees the hurt in Elton’s eyes, several times thinks about getting up and going to Elton’s room to talk about what happened, but decides on taking a sleeping pill and chasing it down with several shots of Hennessey instead, and then crawls back up the be with his notebook, and tries to write, waiting for the pill to take effect.
“Loneness is the only thing I knew.” Marshall quickly scribbles down, and then angrily tosses the notebook to the other side of the large bed.
“FUCK!” Marshall yells out in angry, jumping from the bed and grabbing the Hennessey and taking several large drinks, then sits back on the bed.
Feeling the effects of the sleeping pill Marshall lays back in the bed, but his mind quickly wonders back to earlier on the sofa, and how warm and secure he felt with Elton. How turned on he was when Elton’s warm body was on top of his, grinding into him, his well educated mouth working on his body.
Marshall quickly flops to the other side of the bed trying to shake thoughts of Elton, but his mind quickly drifting back to Elton’s well-educated mouth.
“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ! I’m Not Gay!” Marshall angrily states as he jumps from the bed and begins to pace around the dark room.
“Just Fuckin’ Crazy! Insane! Off My Fuckin’ Rocker!” Marshall hysterically rattles, frantically pacing around the room.
“I shouldn’t of let it get this far. What if he never talks to me again? . . . Elton deservers someone nice someone that will be there for him . . . someone he can do things with . . . someone without so many fuckin’ problems.” Marshall rattles to himself, as he grabs the bottle of Hennessy, and then sits back down on the bed.
“Someone that deserves his friendship, that will appreciate him.” Marshall sincerely says out loud, flopping back down in the bed.
“That’s What I Need To Do!” Marshall states out loud, quickly sitting up, and then quickly going to Elton’s bedroom.
“Elton.” Marshall nervously whispers as he knocks on his bedroom door as he slowly opens it.
“Elton?” Marshall nervously says as he walks into the room and sees a body sleeping in the bed.
“Elton.” Marshall again says, standing over the bed and looking down at Elton, as he fights back the urge to cry.
“Get a grip Marshall! If he likes your plan maybe he’ll still stay your friend, cause he sure as hell already knows you’re fucked in the head.” Marshall tells himself, nervously sitting down on the bed at Elton’s waist.
“Elton . . . Elton . . .” Marshall says, as he begins to gently shake Elton.
“Elton.” Marshall says again as he continues shaking him, and Elton begins to mumble and turns to his other side, with his back to Marshall.
“Elton! I really need to talk!” Marshall sincerely says, as Elton grabs the blankets and pulls them up around his neck.
“ELTON!” Marshall states loudly, and Elton quickly sits up in a confused sleepily state of mind.
“Sorry.” Marshall sincerely states with an innocent smile.
“Marshall! What’s wrong? What are you doing up? What time is it?” Elton rattles half asleep.
“I want to apologize for earlier.” Marshall sincerely whispers, as he nervously fiddles with his fingers.
“Fine. Apology accepted. Now Go Back To Bed!” Elton agitatedly states in a sleepy state, as he flops back into bed.
Marshall quietly watches Elton drift back to sleep; knowing he’d done ruined their friendship from the agitation in Elton’s voice.
“Please forgive me . . . I really didn’t mean.” Marshall whispers, knelling down by the bed, eye level with Elton’s face, as his own eyes get heavy.
“Sweet Dreams, I Love You.” Marshall sincerely whispers, as he carefully places his lips on Elton’s, then slides down to the side of the bed on the floor, resting his head on the bed and continues to watch Elton sleep till sleep finally over comes him.
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