~ Episode 2 ~
Elton collects himself with several quick Martini’s and then asks the staff that has been standing watching everything, for the ones that helped Mr. Mathers to step forward, and over half of the staff steps forward. Elton personally thanks each one of them and rewards them each with a five dollars bonus, in each of their next pay checks. Privately Elton talks with Jean, and she assures him that all Mr. Mathers plans would be carried out, while silently hating the ideal.
Elton silently sits on the sofa, drinking several Martini’s as the staff quietly works around him, adding several more pillows, lighting the candles, and sitting the old iron outdoor table for dinner.
Elton nervously interrupts by asking for a bed sheet and then throws the cook for a loop by changing the dinner menu, and with detail explains how dinner is to be served, then has the air conditioning turned all the way down and the fireplaces lit, and then nervously waits for his Baby to return, plotting out his apologue, that definitely will have to include, lots of down on his knees begging, pleading and hopefully pleasing.
“Do you actually think you’re being cute forcing me to come back?” Marshall evilly whispers, leaning over the back of the sofa close to Elton’s ear, interrupting his erotic day dreaming.
“NO! I just want to apologize for the way I acted.” Elton emotionally sincerely says, quickly jumping from the sofa, and facing his Baby, and the beast quite evident in his prefect blue eyes.
“Paul is arranging to have money transferred to your account . . . if it’s not enough.” Marshall says, tossing a credit card on the sofa cushion.
“I don’t want your money . . . .” Elton firmly states, taking a few steps around the sofa, as Marshall takes a few steps back.
“I’ve owned this old house . . . place . . . thing. You’ve in one day have made this old place a home.” Elton emotionally tries to say; not knowing the real words to explain, the four walls that he has up until till his Baby came into his life was what he thought was just one of his many houses.
“All these years I really didn’t know that the sun . . . . I’ve never taken the time to see the sun set over the rose garden from a prefect view . . . . I’m sorry that I didn’t notice the platinum rose trim on the bowl . . . used candles are just as good as a new ones . . .” Elton emotionally desperately explains, lost in a dark vacant eyes, as he is moving closer.
“Elton . . . .” Marshall emotionally struggles to say, throwing up his hand for him not to come any closer.
“Baby please don’t do this to me . . .” Elton emotionally pleads, grabbing hold of his Baby’s prefect wrist.
“You have to give me a second chance . . . you have so much to show me.” Elton emotionally pleads, tightening his hold.
“You fuckin’ said you could do Twisted!” Elton angrily states, as Marshall struggles to break the tight hold on his wrist.
“Twisted is thinking we could . . .” Marshall sincerely with all his heart whispers, trying not to look directly at Elton, finally breaking his hold.
Elton using obvious surprise rushes his Baby, slamming his prefect body against the closed door with his own, and passionately attacks his prefect mouth.
“Elton . . .” Marshall breathlessly whispers, slightly pushing him away.
“You can’t deny what you’re feeling.” Elton emotionally points out, grabbing his wrist again.
“I Love you more than life it’s self” Elton emotionally whispers, placing a kiss on his prefect clinched fist.
“Elton . . . it will never work face facts we’re worlds apart. Today is just proof of that.” Marshall emotionally states, trying to move, but Elton tightening his hold.
“Let go.” Marshall firmly states, after a few seconds, as he places his hand over Elton’s, trying to pry his hand off his wrist.
“I Love You.” Elton with all his heart whispers into his Baby’s ear, as he tightly grips the wrist of the other prefect hand that is now pushing against his chest, and with force pushes it against the wall, as the force of his body again pushes his Baby against the door.
“Sweetheart.” Marshall deeply moans, trying harder to pull away, quickly hating that his heart let Sweetheart slip out, as Elton begins placing little butterfly kisses over his prefect exposed neck.
“Elton . . . .” Marshall breathlessly mumbles, as Elton’s wet lips and firm tongue begin a more passionate assault.
“I like Sweetheart better . . . you planned a very romantic evening . . . that I plan on keeping, with or without your permission.” Elton wickedly explains, and then practically drags him to the sheet placed in front of the fireplace.
That has dinner of a very fancy lunch meat platter, cheese platter, several types of breads, potato salad, pickles, commitments, plain chips, Mountain Drew on ice in a champagne bucket.
“It’s a magical carpet where there is NO Problems.” Elton seductively explains, as Marshall roughly pulls back his wrist, noticing every platter, plate, bowl, silverware and even the champagne bucket has his sentimental favorite, platinum rose trim.
“Let Go!” Marshall firmly states.
“Sit Down!” Elton firmly states, forcefully pulling his Baby’s prefect body down onto the sheet.
“I’m Not Staying!” Marshall firmly states, trying gracefully to sit up straight after falling, and having Elton firmly attached to his left wrist.
“Oh Yes you are!” Elton firmly states, letting go of his wrist.
“You can’t tell me what to do! You can’t keep me here!” Marshall firmly states, as Elton glances over the meat platter.
“Are you hungry?” Elton nonchalantly asks, picking up a rolled up slice of ham, while grabbing hold of his Baby’s wrist and yanking it downward to the floor to stop him from trying to get up.
“Why are you always worried if I’m hungry?” Marshall quickly asks, as Elton waves the piece of ham in front of him, and then seductively caresses it over his bottom lip.
“The old saying goes A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Elton seductively explains with a smile, as his Baby opens his mouth and takes a bite.
“But my reason is . . . you never stop to eat! You don’t eat right.” Elton seductively says, mentally thinking his Baby is easier to get along with on a full stomach, but finding it a total turn on feeding him as prefect lips skim over his finger tips, taking the last bite.
“So?” Marshall wickedly asks, after chewing and swallowing.
“You have prefect teeth, why don’t you smile more?” Elton comments, now holding up a piece of roast beef.
“Cause I don’t fuckin’ want to Barbara Walters.” Marshall jokingly states, with a small laugh, pushing the piece back at Elton, and him opening his mouth and he stuffs the whole piece into his Sweethearts mouth.
“How many Martini’s have you had?” Marshall curiously asks, knowing the man in front him is a lot calmer, than the one he left in the room hours ago.
“I’m not hungry.” Marshall firmly states, as Elton holds up another piece of roast beef to his mouth.
“This was your ideal . . . . so open up.” Elton quickly points out, continuing to hold the piece of roast beef up to his Baby’s prefect mouth.
“You’re not listening to me!” Marshall agitatedly states, grabbing Elton’s wrist and him playfully smacking his prefect hand away.
“You’re not hungry. Now open up.” Elton firmly states, placing the piece of roast beef to his prefect lips again.
“I can feed myself.” Marshall points out, trying to take the piece of roast beef.
“I know! But I want too!” Elton firmly states, again playfully smacking his hand away.
“This is not going to work.” Marshall firmly points out, with the expression of don’t smack my hand again.
“Yes It Is . . . You open your mouth I stick it in and you chew and then swallow.” Elton seriously explains, and Marshall laughs.
“That didn’t sound right.” Marshall says with a laugh, as Elton playfully grabs his lower jaw.
“No it didn’t . . . now open up.” Elton agrees with a laugh, and Marshall takes a bite of the roast beef.
“Potato Salad?” Elton asks, as Marshall takes the last bite from his fingers, and he quickly looks over the food.
“We need to talk.” Marshall tries to firmly state, watching Elton move the potato salad closer.
“Elton?” Marshall agitatedly states, as Elton holds up a spoon of salad to his mouth, and he agitatedly opens his mouth.
“You’re not listening to . . .” Marshall agitatedly whines.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth.” Elton cheerfully interrupts, and Marshall agitatedly starts to get up.
“Be Still!” Elton firmly states, grabbing his wrist with a smile.
“FINE! . . . give me a damn plate. But we’re going to talk after we eat!” Marshall firmly states, jerking his arm away and fully sitting back down.
“It’s obvious that you’re the one not listening. No Problems on the magic carpet. And I’m gonna feed you.” Elton firmly points out, picking up another spoonful of salad and bringing it to his Baby’s prefect mouth.
“I’m thirty! Not Two!” Marshall firmly points out, amazed at how Elton can just tune him out.
“Are you sure about that?” Elton asks with a sarcastic grin, still holding up the spoon.
“Ha Ha!” Marshall sarcastically comments, and Elton quickly shoves in the spoonful of potato salad.
“If you’re a good boy and eat all your dinner . . . you can have dessert.” Elton seductively whispers, as Marshall leans over in front of him and grabs a plate.
“Boy? Better look again.” Marshall jokingly says with a laugh, sitting the plate down in front of him, and grabbing the bottle of Mountain Dew.
“I plan on it.” Elton seductively moans, leaning over to give his Baby a kiss and he wickedly holds out the empty plate.
“You’re the one that’s insisting that we eat.” Marshall evilly points out with half a laugh.
“I Love You.” Elton sincerely with all his body heart and soul, whispers looking into prefect blue eyes as he takes the plate.
“Are you absolutely positively sure?” Marshall nervously asks; opening the bottle of Mountain Dew.
“I’m Absolutely Positively Sure that I’m madly in Love With You!” Elton firmly explains trying to hold back emotionally tears, as his Baby takes his hands.
“Truthfully Elton . . . . do you understand . . . realize that loving me will only cause you heartache and pain?” Marshall nervously asks, tightening his hold on his Sweetheart’s hands, that’s now sitting directly in front of him.
“All my life living without my true soul mate was heartache and pain. All I’ve every needed was the one . . . and . . . Baby . . .” Elton emotionally says.
“Let’s eat . . .” Marshall nervously interrupts, after a few intense moments of them staring deeply into each other’s eyes.
Elton feeling his Baby tense decides it best just to eat, but insists on feeding him most of dinner. Marshall tries several times while they’re eating to apologize for the Queen Ann chairs, but Elton ignoring him.
“I really can’t eat any more.” Marshall truthful comments after about twenty minutes, holding up his hand as Elton tries to force another spoonful of potato salad.
“Are you sure?” Elton asks, waving the spoon in front of him.
“Yes I’m sure.” Marshall says with a smile, leaning back against the pillows with his champagne glass of Mountain Dew.
“Then I guess . . . it’s time for dessert.” Elton seductively whispers, moving down on the sheet and removing his Baby’s shoes.
“Why do I need to remove my shoes for dessert?” Marshall playfully asks, stretching over and trying to pull the plate of milk chocolate cordial cherries closer, as Elton is moving in between his legs.
“Casue real dessert is behind these Calvin Klein’s.” Elton seductively comments, lifting up his Baby’s t-shirts, and pulling on the waistband of his boxers, causing them to snap back against his skin, and they both laugh.
“You’ve had enough sugar today.” Elton firmly comments quickly snatching the chocolate from his Baby’s hand as he is about to put it in his mouth.
“I really wanted that.” Marshall childishly whines, as Elton tosses the chocolate back to the plate.
“I really want something else.” Elton seductively whispers, pulling downward on the waist band of his boxers.
“Sweetheart.” Marshall mumbles, as Elton struggles to get his boxers down, but finally lifts up a little to help.
Elton runs a finger down his Baby’s prefect cock, before wrapping his hand around its prefect length, and stroking several times, before slowly letting it slide into his wet mouth.
Marshall deeply moans in pleasure as Elton’s mouth sets a seductive steady rhythm on his cock, and one hand gently plays with his balls.
It only takes Elton’s educated mouth moments before his Baby begins rocking his hips and arching his back for more.
Marshall feeling his climax nearing, swiftly sits up and pulls Elton beneath him and passionately attacks his mouth, while they both fight to remove clothes.
Once clothes are tossed aside Marshall carefully reaches under the pillows and retrieves the lube from its secret spot with a wicked grin, as Elton writhes and moans beneath him.
Marshall slowly enters Elton’s tightness after slowly preparing them and sets a slow torturing pace, till again he feels his climax nearing and reaches between them and begins stroking Elton’s dick in time with his more urgent thrusts that strike his prostate over and over, sending them both crashing over the edge breathlessly moaning the other’s name.
Once their breathing becomes normal Marshall slowly slides to Elton’s side, grabbing a sheet that’s near and tossing it over them, before resting his head on his chest.
“I love you, sweet dreams.” Elton whispers, placing a kiss on the top of his Baby’s head.
“How long do you think it will take . . .” Marshall curiously asks, lifting up and looking at Elton, motioning one hand around the room.
“Well . . . .” Elton says, pushing another pillow under his head.
“Well . . . . at least two weeks . . . . that’s if we put a rush on everything.” Elton explains truly thinking about it.
“Two weeks . . . it only took me and Trey a couple of hours . . .” Marshall states in surprise, sitting up and the sheet falling over his lower abdomen.
“YES . . . I have this luscious soft camel color running through my head for the pillows and them being a lot bigger and that’s gonna take time.” Elton explains, pushing more pillows under him.
“You’re making no since.” Marshall states in confusion.
“The only mistake you made today was getting Trey to help you.” Elton rattles getting up and quickly pulling on his pants.
“I’m much better at decorating than him.” Elton cheerfully explains, reaching out his hand to his Baby.
“Where are we going?” Marshall asks in confusion, letting Elton pull him up.
“Upstairs . . . put your pants on.” Elton struggles to say, looking at his Baby’s prefect cock hanging.
“I like my skirt.” Marshall jokingly says, wrapping the sheet around his waist.
“What if it falls while we’re moving the mattress?” Elton explains with a laugh, loving his Baby’s lost expression.
“Please explain what’s going through your mind.” Marshall says, while pulling on his sweats.
“We’re going to sneak upstairs without waking anybody and steal a mattress . . . see I would have moved a mattress instead of all the pillows.” Elton explains grabbing his Baby’s prefect hand and dragging him from the room.
Marshall tries to talk Elton into just crawling into the guest bed, but he quickly throws all the blankets from the bed, thinking twice he grabs the top blanket.
About a half hour later, after several struggles with the mattress and more than several laughing outbursts. They settle down again in front of the fire place on the mattress.
“Isn’t this much more comfortable?” Elton asks, tightening his hold around his Baby.
“Yeah . . . sooooo if you plan on redecorating what’s gonna happen with all the other stuff?” Marshall curiously asks, lifting up and looking at Elton.
“Yard Sale!” Elton cheerfully states, and they both laugh.
~ Epilogue ~
Sotheby’s had to design a special 180-item catalog for auction buyers, to help Sir Elton unload 11 years worth of furniture and art accumulated by him from his Windsor estate.
The Sotheby’s part is True! I just had too add my Fictional! Two cents on why.
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