Marshall in deep thought sits alone totally bored at Elton’s England estate, while he’s off doing some shit with Joshua. Not knowing Marshall was coming he didn’t have time to clear his schedule, according to Joshua.
“Hey! . . . Whaja doin’?” Trey asks, playfully flopping down beside him.
“Real exciting shit!” Marshall sarcastically states, pulling him from thoughts of how ugly the room is.
“Where’s Elton?” Trey cheerfully asks, as Marshall takes another drink of Mountain Dew, rolling his eyes, and Trey quickly takes the hint that Joshua is up to his same old shit.
“This room is just fuckin ugly!” Marshall firmly comments after a few minutes of silence and Trey glances around the room really not seeing anything wrong with the expensive Queen Ann style furniture and style.
“There’s more fuckin’ junk here than at a Yard Sale.” Marshall simply comments, taking another drink of Mountain Dew.
“A what?” Trey asks, loving giving him a hard time about his Michigan/American slang.
“A way people sell their junk.” Marshall agitatedly states, getting up and pacing around the room.
“Have you every sit in one of these damn things?” Marshall asks, flopping down in one of the Queen Ann chairs across from the sofa, as Trey swallows over the large lump in his throat.
“Uh . . . . No.” Trey nervously says, watching Marshall roughly move around in the very expense Queen Ann chair, which he knows Elton doesn’t even sit in.
“Let Me Guess . . . It’s Expense . . . only TWO in the universe.” Marshall sarcastically says, quickly moving over to the matching chair, loving the nervous expression on Trey’s face.
“You wanna know why there is only two?” Marshall jokily asks, acting as if he has this great secret, as he gets up and flops down on the sofa beside Trey.
“Because they’re fuckin ugly!” Marshall jokingly explains with a laugh.
“Are you feeling alright?” Trey asks in concern, looking at Marshall and not liking the look in his eyes.
“Yeah!” Marshall states as he again stands and paces around the room drinking his Mountain Dew, as Trey begins to worry as thoughts of Elton telling him the effect a lot of sugar has on Marshall.
“We’re gonna do something about this . . .” Marshall quickly states picking up an ugly vase from an ugly old stand he’s standing beside and pulls Trey from the sofa.
“I Marshall Mathers present! The Ugly Vase Award to TREY!” Marshall playfully says in an officially tone as he hands the vase to him.
“Now! Take it Home And I Don’t wanna see it AGAIN.” Marshall playfully says, as Trey nervously stands with the expense vase as he playfully nudges him.
“Marshall!” Trey screams pulling the expense vase tightly to his body.
“Are you gonna help me or what? Marshall asks with a comical smile.
“What are you going to do?” Trey nervously asks, kinda of knowing it’s not going to be good.
“I’m gonna redecorate this room.” Marshall simply states, walking around the room fanning his arms around the room.
“What are you going to do with all this stuff?” Trey nervously asks, looking around the room at the very expensive furniture.
“We gonna get rid of it. Have a Yard Sale!” Marshall simply comments with a laugh.
“I’m keeping this.” Trey firmly states still holding tightly to the vase, kinda of wondering how much insurance Elton has on it.
“Okay . . . . just sit it down over there the first thing I wanna get rid of these ugly ass chairs what we’ll do is sit the shit in the hallway and have the staff move it some where far away.” Marshall explains all in one continuous breath, picking up one of the chairs and quickly moving it to the hallway, just banging it against the door trim once, well three times but only Trey was counting.
Marshall and Trey work on moving things that he doesn’t like out into the hallway for hours. Trey talks him into leaving at least a few things so they don’t end up with an empty room. They leave the sofa, after Trey explains they actually can have it recovered so Marshall doesn’t have to look at the bright flower print material, and he gets one of the maids to get some white sheets to cover it, but his mind still knowing that them fuckin’ bright ass flowers are still there laughing.
Marshall recruits over half the staff in his efforts, security demanding to climb the latter to remove the heavy custom drapes, so the natural wood trim around the doors and large windows can be seen.
Marshall and Trey sit front of the fireplace and plot their next plan, and Marshall quickly has ideal and instructs the maids to get every pillow from every bed in the house except his, and drop them off in front of the fireplace, which their in the process of doing when Jean the House Manger returns from town and walks into the room, as Marshall and Trey are cheering with their Mountain Dews, sitting on a few bed pillows that the maids have already brought into the room.
“What In The Bloody Hell have you done!” Jean angrily states looking around the room at the destruction.
“None Of Your Motherfuckin’ Business!” Marshall firmly states jumping to his feet, and Trey wondering if maybe he should grab his arm before he strikes the old bitch.
“Return Them To Their Proper Place!” Jean firmly states to a maid coming into the room with two bed pillows.
“Thanks.” Marshall sincerely says, taking the pillows and carelessly tossing them to the floor, with the others, daring the Bitch to even breathe.
“I really don’t have time to fight with you, so crawl back in that hole you crawled out of till Elton returns!” Marshall sarcastically rattles, Trey standing close trying not to laugh.
“Look Bitch! You have to play nice! Or you won’t be able to see every little kinky thing Elton and I do. It’ll be kinda of hard to report back to Joshua from the employment line.” Marshall quickly sarcastically explains, as she stands with her hands on her hips.
“Elton will return soon.” Jean firmly states.
“And Your Point?” Marshall sarcastically comments, and Jean leaves in a huff, thinking that in a matter of a few hours, Joshua’s nightmare will be over. The young lover and his cocky attitude will be history.
Jean evilly watches from a distances making sure that items removed from the room was and are carefully stored in other rooms, thinking that when Elton returns home to find out what his precious Baby has done, that Joshua will be back where he belongs.
Elton returns home a couple hours later and quickly asks where his Baby is, and Jean evilly smiling quickly ushers Joshua and him to the once precious sitting room.
Elton abruptly halts at the doorway, in totally disbelief at what once use to be his precious private sitting room, totally wiped away. Replaced with large white sheets, mixed matched pillows carelessly tossed, beautiful costumed tailored drapes nowhere to be seen, beautiful antique Queen Mary chairs and card table gone, elaborate gold candle holders replaced with plates and thick used candles.
“What Have You Done?” Elton asks in a disconsolate tone, hatefully looking directly into blue eyes that have entered the room from a side door with Trey close behind.
“My Queen Ann’s . . . Where are My thousand dollar Queen Ann chairs?” Elton emotionally mumbles, taking a few steps into the room.
“You Idiot! You stupid idiot!” Joshua angrily states, as Trey quickly takes hold of Marshall’s arm, wondering why he isn’t taken Joshua’s head off his shoulders, but Marshall in a trance by Elton’s voice and actions.
“Elton?. . . .” Marshall in a shaky voice says, as Joshua carefully takes Elton in his arms and helps him to the sofa.
“What were you two trying for? Early Trailer Park Trash.” Joshua evilly comments, caressing over Elton’s back.
“What in the hell were you thinking?” Elton emotionally asks, after his eyes connect again with a nervous blue.
“I . . . I . . .” Marshall nervously stumbles to explain, his heart breaking from the pain, confusion and most evident hate in Elton’s eyes that he has caused.
“Go . . .” Elton mumbles looking around the room again.
Marshall carefully sits the champagne bucket down, wanting nothing more than just a chance to explain, but as intense silence minutes pass, Elton falling into Joshua’s arms crying, and him soothingly whispering to him, he quietly leaves the room.
“Trailer Park Trash!” Joshua angrily yells out, as Marshall is leaving the room
“You know Sir Elton . . . you really have Fucked Up This Time!” Trey calmly comments, after long moments of silence, picking up his Ugly Vase Award.
“Get OUT!” Joshua angrily states standing.
“Joshua Kiss My Fuckin Ass!” Trey angrily states quickly turning around.
“Why?” Elton mumbles, as Joshua quickly sits back down beside him.
“Maybe because he thought you loved him more than your motherfuckin material things!” Trey calmly states taking a few steps towards Elton, and Joshua jumping up in his face, and he angrily smashes the vase to the floor.
“You idiot! You’re going to pay for that!” Joshua firmly states.
“Motherfucker! Sue Me!” Trey angrily states then quickly leaves the room as Elton in a daze walks over to the now bare French doors and looks out.
The sun sitting over the rose garden takes Elton’s breath, and he stumbles back, sitting down at an old outside iron table, and Joshua quickly kneels down beside him.
“Open the doors.” Elton mumbles, and he quickly rushes and unlatches the beautiful large wooden French doors, thinking his Darling needs fresh air.
The view breath taking as it fully appears unobstructed, struggling as if his last breath Elton tears his eyes from the view, and slowly looks around the room again, the large silver marble fireplace with only odd bed pillows tossed in front of it, now beckoning the beige carpet to be laid on, candles that once looked used, now romantic, he quickly jumps from the old iron outdoor table for two.
“My God what have I done?” Elton asks in a disconsolate tone, looking around the room again.
“Sweetie you haven’t done anything . . .” Joshua sincerely says as one of the maid’s walks into the room.
“Mr. Mathers asked for a bowl of fruit.” The maid nervously explains, standing with a silver-serving tray with just a simply small bowl of fruit.
“Mr. Mathers was very adamant about serving it after you arrived.” The maid nervously adds.
“Take It Away! AND Get someone in here to take this foolishness Away!” Joshua hatefully demands, as Elton slowly walks around the room.
“Mr. Mathers actually went through all the china to find this bowl.” The maid quickly adds, thinking back to Mr. Mathers going through the china room, rattling on and on about one pattern, and he’d know it when he saw it.
“I really don’t care what Mr. Mathers did! Just get the hell out!” Joshua evilly states.
“Mr. Mathers was sure he had the right bowl . . . that you would like this bowl.” The maid carefully explains as Elton glances at the bowl and stumbles backwards.
Elton sits down on the sofa; his heart coming to a painful relation that hired staff has spent the day getting to know his Baby while he was off doing something he thought was important, his heart lustfully remembering the bowl.
“It’s okay! Everything is going to be Okay! I can fix this!” Elton rambles smiling at the maid jumping up and taking the tray.
“Tell Jean to come here and all the staff!” Elton rambles, sitting the tray down and walking over to a small glass top table in the corner, smiling seeing all his favorites for a prefect Martini.
“Yes Sir.” The maid says and then rushes out of the room, as Elton fixes a large pitcher of Martini’s.
“Elton it’s not the staffs fault. We can force him . . . . we can sue for the damage he has done.” Joshua professionally explains trying not to sound too cheerful, his heart beating wildly at thoughts that he’ll spend the night with his lover.
“What?” Elton asks, thinking Joshua cares about the staff.
“We can sue him for every dime he has. He won’t go to the press!” Joshua professionally tries to explain, not able to hide his joy this time.
“Joshua . . . I love you but if I was you I would walk very lightly.” Elton sincerely says, taking a drink of his Martini.
“Elton I Love You.” Joshua with all his heart says, gently placing his hand on Elton’s arm.
“I Love You too . . . but not the way you want me too. I Love Marshall.” Elton sincerely explains for the hundredths time.
“Elton . . . he has you brain washed . . . look around you at all the damaged he has caused. Sweetie it’s going to take thousands of dollars to put everything back the way you had it.” Joshua sincerely explains, holding lovingly to Elton arm.
“Look around you . . . its only possessions . . . but real true love is priceless!” Elton says, sitting down on the sofa with his third Martini.
“I know you don’t like Marshall, and to tell you the truth he doesn’t like you either.” Elton carefully explains, while getting up and pouring another Martini.
“I love you so much. I’m so scared he’s going to hurt you.” Joshua emotionally says, and then starts to cry as Elton sits back down.
“Sit down Joshua and quite being such a Drama Queen! I Love You . . . You’re my Only Family! BUT I have a life and you should really get one.” Elton tries to explain, as Joshua starts to cry uncontrollably.
“Damn It! Pull yourself together. Go home put on a nice outfit and go to that little club you often visit.” Elton says, but quickly realizing what he just said, and it’s defiantly not the time or the place.
“Damn It! Don’t look so shocked! I’ve always known about your obsession with young twinks.” Elton calmly states.
“Elton . . . I’m sorry I’ll never go there again . . . please.” Joshua emotionally pleads, falling at Elton’s feet, as one of the maids clears her throat, trying tactfully to announce her presents.
“I’m sorry but I thought you should read this I’m supposed to give it to you about ten minutes after he left I’m sorry but I really think you’d want to know.” The maid nervously rattles, waving an envelope in her hand.
Elton nervously takes the envelope and rips it open.
Elton,
I wish I could take back today but I can’t. Hopefully one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me for what I’ve done. I’m really truly sorry. Paul is arranging to have money transferred to your account. If it’s not enough to cover the damages Please let him know.
Please believe me with all my heart I never meant to cause you any pain.
I Love You,
Marshall
Elton with tears streaming down his cheeks kisses the paper, as the maid and Joshua carefully watch, as the rest of the staff gathers, Jean rushing to Joshua, and handing him a tissue.
“Sir Elton . . . he’s already gone.” One of the maids carefully says, as Elton is rushing to the door.
“Where’s the fuckin’ phones!” Elton emotionally states looking around the room.
“Mr. Mathers personally ripped out all the phone lines in the room.” One of the maids carefully explains, as Elton’s facial expression changes to pure joy.
“That’s a good thing! Who did he leave with?” Elton urgently asks.
“Somebody Tell Me!” Elton angrily yells, no one seeming to understand the time issue.
“Box and several other big men. I don’t know their names. And Jake insisted on following them.” The maid explains.
“Joshua your cel phone!” Elton demands holding out his hand, and he carefully hands it to him.
Elton talks with Jake and then Box, and with a large smile hands the cel phone back to Joshua.
“You’re inviting that Lunatic back into your home?” Joshua emotionally comments hearing most of the conversion, as Elton finishes a very warm Martini, and hands the glass to one of the maids that starts a fresh pitcher.
“No Joshua I’m forcing my Soul Mate with the help of true friends to return. Which will cause him to be in a bad mood, and you still here will not help the situation” Elton explains, while trying to reassure himself that he has seen the beast in his Baby more than several times, and he can handle it.
“I Love You Elton. I can’t leave you here alone.” Joshua sincerely says, kissing his cheek.
“Joshua I Love You too. Now get out.” Elton sincerely says, backing away.
“If you need me . . . call.” Joshua says wishfully thinking, as Elton is practically pushing him out of the room, mentally thinking that Scum Bag may have won this round, but not the game, and then leaves the room.
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