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Hello Reader,
Back in the day I belonged to a yahoo group called Eminem Slash Fiction, an exceptional group, but yahoo deleted groups. ☹
Below is one of their challenges and my entry.
Challenge from Eminem Slash Fiction
Place: Phone Booth
Object: Belt
Quote: "Mr. Spock doesn't live here anymore."
Title: A Challenge
Author: Nite Storm
Pairing: Eminem and Elton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only Intended for Entertainment of a Mature Reader Over The Legal Age Of 17!
A Challenge:
Shopping Elton getting into his limo, notices a phone booth and it quickly reminds him of a writing challenge, from his favorite fan fiction group, and sinfully writes down the street name.
Arriving back at his Manchester home, checks the details of the challenge and much to Jake’s confusion go back to the street corner at midnight to scope out how much traffic is around the phone booth.
After staking out a couple nights in a row Elton sinfully puts his Fantasy into play by sending his Baby an email, knowing if he were to talk to him, he most likely would spill the beans about the challenge.
Baby,
For a rush of a lifetime meet me at the phone booth on the corner of Jackson and Stump on Friday the twenty-fifth at Midnight.
Lots of Love Always,
Sweetheart
oxoxoxoxoxoxox
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“What are you up too?” Marshall curiously asks; finally getting his partner on the phone.
“Nothing . . .” Elton defensively says, wickedly smiling to himself.
“Sweetheart?” Marshall playfully, knowing his partner is up to something.
“I Love You . . .” Elton sincerely says, while looking over his large assortment of belts laid out on the bed.
“I love you too . . . what are you up too?” Marshall sincerely, dieing to know what his partner is up to.
“Please come.” Elton playfully whines.
“That’ll depend on you.” Marshall seductively comments.
“You will.” Elton seductively says, finally choosing a medium-width soft black leather belt, with just a small gold buckle.
“Wear black and leave boxers at home . . .” Elton seductively moans, wickedly again adding his own little twist to the challenge.
Marshall, not able to say no agrees to the rendezvous.
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Elton nervously checks his watch again standing on the dark street corner, still racking his brain on how to fit the challenge quote into his fantasy.
“Why did the chicken cross the road?” Marshall at a hush whisper asks, sneaking up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
“What?” Elton asks in confusion, trying to turn around.
“Say . . . to get to the other side.” Marshall playfully whispers in his ear with a laugh.
“What are you talking about?” Elton asks in confusion, finally turning to face him.
“A secret rendezvous needs a secret code.” Marshall playfully whispers, wrapping his arms around him.
“Mr. Spock doesn’t live here anymore.” Elton happily cheers, mentally thinking the hard part of the challenge is now over thanks to his Baby.
“What?” Marshall whines in confusion, trying to wrap his arms around him again, as he is backing him into the phone booth.
“My own secret code.” Elton simply cheers through a wicked laugh, while mentally giving credit to Eminem Slash Fiction.
“It doesn’t make sense . . .” Marshall pitifully begins to explain that secret codes are supposed to match, but Elton quickly pulls him into a passionate kiss, causing him to quickly forgets the conversation.
Elton breathlessly slightly pulls away, and it becomes evident how small the phone booth is, as he struggles to reach into his coat pocket.
“I have my cel phone if you need to make a call.” Marshall jokingly comments, watching him struggle to pull something from his pocket.
“Just get rid of the light.” Elton whines, finally getting the belt and a tube of lube from his pocket, laying the tube on little ledge under the phone.
“We’re Not . . .” Marshall tries to firmly state slipping his hand into the sleeve of his sweat jacket and reaching up and twisting out the light bulb.
“Yes, we are . . . give me your hands.” Elton wickedly demands, his dick throbbing.
“Why?” Marshall pitifully whines, as his hands are subconsciously listening.
“Cause it’s my fantasy and I have to use a belt.” Elton seductively whispers while wrapping the belt several times around prefect wrists.
“Can’t we rearrange your fantasy?” Marshall pitifully whines as Elton concentrates on tying the two ends of the belt together, while hoping the next challenge he can use handcuffs.
“No.” Elton softly whispers, and then passionately attacks his prefect soft lips, as his hand slips into baggie sweats to find a prefect hard cock.
“Turn around . . .” Elton breathlessly moans, slightly pulling away, removing his hand and helping his Baby turn around as he is pitifully moaning from the loss.
“I’m going to make love to your tight little ass right here.” Elton seductively moans into his Baby’s ear as his hands reaches around and wickedly massages his prefect cock through the sweats.
Marshall leans against the cold glass, wondering why it is when his partner gets in a kinky mood, he’s the one walking funny for several days but his hard cock not minding.
“You’re such a good boy.” Elton seductively whispers letting his hand slip away and slowly takes his sweats to prefect ankles, and kisses over his prefect ass cheeks, loving the deep moans of pleasure.
A little discomfort by the small size of the phone booth but Elton sensual works his Baby’s legs apart enough to seductively torture his prefect tight little pucker with his tongue, till he is breathlessly pleading to be fucked.
With tied hands Marshall leans against the glass and awkwardly tries to relieve his painful hard cock as Elton awkwardly stands and release his own hard dick from its tight confides and grabs the lube.
“Please . . .” Marshall breathlessly pleads, leaning back onto Elton.
“You ready for me?” Elton wickedly moans, letting his now well lubed fingers, teasely trace through his prefect crack.
Loving the pleading whimpers from his Baby Elton well prepares them both and then softly whispers his undying love as his painfully hard dick slowly fights against prefect tightens, having to tightly hold prefect hips still after fully entering.
“Relax.” Elton soothingly moans as he sets a slow rhythm of in and out of heaven, letting a hand slide under his Baby’s t-shirt to caress over his prefect sweaty muscular back.
“Fuck Me!” Marshall desperately screams, pushing his ass towards his partner, desperately needing relief.
Elton firmly grips his Baby’s prefect hips and lets his needy dick slide almost out, before slamming back in, causing animalistic growls to release from his Baby’s prefect lungs as he thrusts become more intense.
“Oh God Baby!” Elton emotionally cries mercilessly thrusting into prefect tight heaven as his seed releases, while one hand holds tightly to his Baby’s prefect hip, as the other strokes his prefect hard cock in time with each firm thrust till it releases in his hand.
The last erotic spasm rushes through Elton’s body, as he collapses against his Baby’s prefect muscular back.
“I Love you.” Elton lovingly moans after a few minutes, fully standing.
“I Love you.” Marshall breathlessly moans, awkwardly turning around, and leaning against his partner.
“We need to lay down.” Marshall softly mumbles after several moments of resting against Elton, as his hands are lovingly caressing over his back.
Elton releases his Baby’s wrists from the belt and kisses over them, before they awkwardly adjust their clothes.
Before leaving the booth Marshall takes his finger and draws a large heart on the now steamed up glass door and Elton adds their initials to the center.
Once in the limo Marshall stretches out on his back on the long seat resting his head on Elton’s lap.
“And you say I have an overactive imagination.” Marshall sleepily looking up and Elton wickedly smiles silently thanking Eminem Slash Fiction, as his fingers softly roam choppy sweaty hair.