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Fic: Nice Guy, Bad Guy Chapter 6 (NC-17)
Phew.
I thought I´d never see the end of this one. But it´s done, finally!
Enjoy!
Nice Guy, Bad Guy
Author: Loreley
Pairing: Elijah/Eminem. And someone else (No, you´ll have to read it to find out!).
Rating: NC-17
Nice Guy, Bad Guy
Author: Loreley
Pairing: Elijah/Eminem. And someone else (No, you´ll have to read it to find out!).
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Unplanned meetings.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Just a wild phantasy.
Feedback: Yes please.
Warnings: As I said, it is a NC-17 rated story about Elijah and Eminem. Oh, and hints of het. Don´t hit me please.
Archive: Please ask.
Thanks: To my wonderful beta dutch_eowyn who has all those inspiring ideas!
Comments: Sequel to “Bad guy, nice guy”. And, I have a companion piece in mind to describe what happens between Eminem leaving and the epilogue. I will write it eventually when I hit a slot without work, holiday, or writer´s block…
More comments: I got inspired to finally finish this when I watched Try17. And then I had to get the words “soft pink nipples” into the story. Even if my beta tells me not to use so many adjectives. I know she likes this one.
Chapter Six
Marshall was true to his word – as soon as Elijah was back in L.A., he rang him almost every day to check on the progress of things. But nothing happened. Elijah just did not seem to be able to pick up enough courage for “a TALK”, no matter how much Marshall tried to threaten, provoke, or coax him. Then one wednesday evening, he told Marshall that the guy was gonna be off to Europe for some time.
“You will talk to him before he leaves, right?” Marshall answered. No answer. He only heard Elijah´s breathing and some sad sounding music in the background.
“Elijah? You HAVE to bloody talk to him, man!”
“I know. I know.” Elijah sounded defiant, and Marshall felt like throwing something against the wall in frustration. “I think I might have to fly to L.A. and personally kick your sexy little ass”, he grumbled instead.
“Yeah, sure. The hell you will.”
“Fucking try me!”
It took him only three days. Marshall´s schedule had started to become really busy with promotions and tour preparations but he managed to squeeze in a day in L.A. en route to his next destination.
They met in a downtown café and found a quiet table in the back where no one bothered them. While they waited for their coffees to arrive, they small-talked about Marshall´s tour, and about the movies Elijah had seen recently.
Marshall found it hard to take his eyes off Elijah - the way he smiled and chatted animatedly, beaming at Marshall with those huge blue eyes, he was just irresistible. What am I doing, trying to get him together with someone else? I AM a bloody nice guy.
He was just trying to steer their conversation to the matter he really meant to discuss with Elijah, when suddenly a slim, dark haired man with a goatee appeared in front of their table, shouting “Elijah! Mate!”
He turned out to be one of Elijah´s friends from the LOTR movies. While he and Elijah hugged and started talking, Marshall let his eyes wander around the room idly. They fastened on a guy a few steps away from their table. He stood very still and stared at their little group.
And he was not looking happy at all.
Marshall recognised him instantly. This was the guy he had seen on TV. A at that awards show. When he and Elijah had been together in New York.
Only that now, instead of the funeral suit and idiotic hat, the guy was wearing jeans and a very loud shirt. But the grim face was the same.
“….oh, and this is Marshall, and Marshall this is Orlando.” Elijah interrupted Marshall´s thoughts by introducing him to his friend. “Oh, wow, nice to meet you”, Orlando said, clearly surprised. While he shook Marshall´s hand and started to talk to him, Marshall noticed from the corner of his eye that Elijah froze.
Mr. Loud Shirt had started moving closer towards their table, and Elijah had spotted him.
And things clicked into place in Marshall´s brain.
Of course.
“Oh, Dom – hi again”, Marshall heard Elijah say in a slightly shaky voice. And when Dom didn´t answer, Elijah continued: “Um….this is Marshall.”
Dom glared at Marshall, jaw set, eyes the colour of frozen steel. He did not extend his hand but just nodded curtly. “Hi.”
It would have been awkward if it hadn´t been for Orlando. Completely oblivious of what was going on, he just went on chatting and chatting. He pulled a chair to the table for himself and ushered Dom to do the same. He told Marshall how cool it was to meet him, and how he´d liked his movie, and asked when he was gonna have a concert in L.A., and lots of other things. Marshall tried to give meaningful answers while trying to follow whatever was going on between Elijah and Dom.
It wasn´t much. Dom had taken a chair from another table and straddled it so that the back pointed towards their table, as if he needed a barrier. Elijah was desperately trying to make conversation with him - but only got monosyllables as an answer.
Oh great, Marshall thought. This was not going too well. He decided to rescue Elijah and pulled him into the conversation he was having with Orlando. While the two of them were discussing politics, Marshall took the opportunity to lean back in his chair a bit and take a good look at Dom.
His eyes were met by a furious glare. That didn´t scare him - he was used to people giving him angry looks or swearing and yelling at him – but Marshall thought he could recognise something else behind the anger. Something all too familiar to himself.
Dom was jealous.
Fuck. What now? Marshall frantic thoughts of what to do with this situation were interrupted when Dom raised from his chair and announced that he had to go. He turned and walked out of the café.
Elijah stared at the disappearing back open-mouthed. Orlando half raised from his chair as if to follow Dom, but decided to sit down again and shake his head over Dom´s behaviour (“He´s been a bit weird lately”). He was clearly very curious about how Elijah had ended up sitting in a café with Eminem, of all people. But he seemed to realise that the two were not gonna offer any information to solve that riddle. He finished his coffee and left, not without telling Marshall again how pleased he was to have met him.
Marshall and Elijah remained at the table, silent. Elijah chewed on his lower lip and stared into his empty cup. When Marshall started to say something, he lifted his hand to stop him. “Please. I don´t wanna talk about it right now”, he said. “Let´s go, ok?”
They took a taxi to Elijah´s place. Marshall attempted to talk to him several times on the way, but Elijah would just press his lips together and shake his head, refusing to say anything. It was only when they had arrived and Elijah had closed the door behind them that he leant against Marshall and murmured “hold me”.
Marshall sighed and pulled him into a tight embrace. “Listen Elijah….” He couldn´t finish his sentence because Elijah´s mouth was on his, kissing him fiercely, not stopping until they were both out of breath and Marshall pulled back and took Elijah´s face between his hands.
“Fuck, will you listen to me just for a moment?”
“Not now. Later.”
“But…”
“Marshall. Please...”
This is so not the right thing to do. He knew that Elijah was looking for comfort more than anything else. He was in love with that Dom guy, and from what Marshall had seen today, he thought there was a pretty good chance that Dom was in love with Elijah. And the only problem was that they were both too damn pig-headed or afraid or proud or whatever to confess their feelings to each other.
He HAD to get Elijah to talk to Dom.
But then he felt Elijah´s body pressing against his own, and the soft lips touching his once more.
Oh fuck, so what. He might as well enjoy this one more time.
He kissed that waiting mouth and gently pushed his tongue inside.
They stood like this for a long time, slowly kissing and stroking each other. Marshall had his hands tangled up in Elijah´s hair, and when Elijah pulled back for a bit to look up to him he murmured: “Have I ever told you that your hair is as soft as a girl´s?” This got him one of the giggles that he liked so much.
“Bloody macho”, Elijah grinned. “Wanna sit down?” When Marshall nodded, he pulled him towards a sofa in the middle of the room and pushed him down onto it.
“What about you?” Marshall asked.
“Hm. Right.” Elijah straddled Marshall´s legs and sat on his lap. The smiled at each other until Elijah leant forward to playfully nip Marshall´s nose.
“Hej!” He squeezed Elijahs´s ass gently. He knew quite well by now what got Elijah going… Sure enough, Elijah´s mouth moved to Marshall´s ear and whispered “more”. Marshall complied and enjoyed the sound of Elijah softly moaning into his ear. Elijah wriggled closer to him and Marshall could feel their hard cocks touching each other.
“You know, it would feel even better without all those clothes”, he said.
“Hmmm….good point…”. Elijah´s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt but Marshall stopped him.
“Let me.” He slowly opened the buttons one by one, letting his mouth and tongue follow his hands, kissing and licking Elijah´s chest and soft pink nipples. Elijah closed his eyes and his head dropped back and lolled from one side to the other. He shivered a bit when Marshall pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
“Mmm….s´nice….”
He moved his hands to lift Marshall´s t-shirt but Marshall stopped him again.
“Just relax.”
Marshall pulled his t-shirt off and took Elijah in his arms, and marvelled once again at how soft Elijah´s skin felt against his own. His fingers stroked and teased Elijah´s back and Elijah just held on to him, arms around his neck, eyes still closed, and they rocked against each other slowly, then with more and more pressure and urgency.
“Elijah?”
“Mhmmm?”
“Can you get up for a sec?”
Elijah opened his eyes and looked at him questioningly. Marshall grabbed his hips and pushed him upward, and made him stand between his legs.
The sofa was quite low and Elijah´s crotch was now right on Marshall´s eye level, and so close to his face that he could feel the heat coming from there. He lifted his hand to cup the bulge under the thick denim.
When Elijah moaned softly and leaned into the touch, he started rubbing up and down with his thumb.
“Marshall…” Elijah whimpered.
“Yeeees?”
“Please…”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me….”
“I AM touching you, man.” Marshall grinned. He knew of course what Elijah wanted but he enjoyed the teasing so much. He put his other hand between Elijah´s legs to caress his balls.
“Ohfuck…Marshall…”
“Okok.” He unbuttoned Elijah´s jeans, pushed them down together with the boxers, and helped Elijah step out of them. Elijah stood still, his erect cock only centimetres from Marshall´s face, waiting.
Marshall took his decision. Yes, he wanted to do this. He wanted to make Elijah feel good.
He licked at the purple head, very tentatively. Elijah gasped but did not move. Encouraged, and finding that the taste was not bad at all, Marshall swirled his tongue around and up and down and finally took as much as he dared into his mouth.
“Oooohhhh…”
I can´t believe I´m doing this. And appearantly I´m doing it right. He alternated between sucking and licking and at the same time fondling Elijah´s balls, until he felt Elijah´s cock twitch lightly in his mouth.
“Marshall…stop…stop now….” Elijah pulled back and Marshall looked up to see a big smile in his flushed face. Elijah bent down to kiss him and murmured “get out of your pants while I get some stuff” against his mouth. Before Marshall could answer, he turned around and left the room.
Marshall wriggled out of his pants and boxers and was only just managing to convince himself not to touch his own hard-on when Elijah returned. He knelt down between Marshall´s legs, unwrapped a condom and rolled it carefully over Marshall´s erect cock, and massaged some lube onto it. He pushed the tube into Marshall´s hand and stood up again. Marshall seized the opportunity to tease Elijah´s cock with the tip of his tongue some more while he squeezed some lube on his fingers and prepared Elijah.
“Now….” Elijah straddled his legs once more and lowered himself onto Marshall. Slowly, very slowly, with Marshall guiding his hips, he took all of him inside. After a moment his hands grabbed Marshall´s shoulders and he lifted himself almost all the way up and then slid down again.
“Ohhhhhh.”
Marshall was not sure if it was himself or Elijah or both that had moaned. He tried to sit still and just let Elijah move at his own pace, but he couldn´t – he had to meet Elijah´s thrusts, and to wrap his arms around him, fiercely, and to crush Elijah´s mouth with his lips. He kissed Elijah until he could hear him gasp for air, and then kissed and licked down his throat and over to a sweaty shoulder. He tried to hold on, wanting to extend the pleasure as long as he could, and his
teeth bit into the pale flesh in desperation when he realised he wouldn´t last much longer. Elijah´s moans were urgent now and his pace frantic, and he pressed himself against Marshall´s body, trying to get as much friction as he could. He came almost immediately when Marshall gave his cock a couple of strokes, and that sent Marshall over the edge as well and he exploded inside Elijah.
Marshall returned from his state of blissful relaxation some minutes later. Elijah was still on his lap, face buried in the crook of his neck. He caressed the sweaty back and when Elijah didn´t react he lifted his face up with his hands. They stared into each other´s eyes, forehead leaning against forehead.
“Will you listen to me now?”, he asked quietly.
Elijah swallowed. “Ok.”
“He wants you.”
That earned him a confused look. “But he doesn´t! He didn´t even want to talk to me! And then he just fucking stomped out of that place!”
“And why do you think he did that?”
Elijah didn´t answer.
“He was fucking jealous. He saw there is...was… something between us. He would have loved to beat the shit out of me there and then.”
“What?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I´m telling you. Yes, I´m sure. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him that there is nothing between us, or nothing meaningful anyway.”
Elijah seemed to be taken aback. “Nothing meaningful….”
Oh fuckfuckfuck, don´t make this complicated now, Elijah. Marshall took a deep breath. “Elijah, you´re in love with him, not with me. I like you a lot, it´s great to be with you, I hope we will remain friends, but that´s all there is to it. I know it, you know it. You need to fucking move on and sort this Dom thing out.” Plus, MY private live is a fucking mess already, without adding you into the equation.
Elijah swallowed. “Yeah…I mean, yes, you´re right of course….it just feels so fucking hopeless. I don´t even know how to make a start after today. He might not want to talk to me at all."
“You´ll have to try.”
“I´ll think about it.”
“Good.” This is so fucked up. What am I gonna do?
Marshall sighed. He didn´t know what else he could be doing right now, so he just pinched Elijah´s ass lightly and smiled at him.
“Up with you now. I gotta get ready.”
Marshall had just put his trainers back on when someone knocked on the door. This had to be his driver – he was due to go out to the airport now. Elijah was still in the shower, so he went to open the door.
FUCK.
Loud shirt. Angry face.
Dom.
They stood there, trying to stare each other down. Marshall met Dom´s aggressive glare calmly. Yes, the guy would love to hit him, but that was nothing he was afraid of. He was bigger and tougher, and used to fighting.
However, a fight was the last thing Marshall wanted to happen here on Elijah´s doorstep.
“Wanna come in?” he asked instead.
Dom was so surprised that he made a step forward into the apartment. But then he hesitated.
“Was I interrupting something?” he asked with a voice that only just managed to sound calm.
“No”, Marshall answered lightly. “I was just leaving.”
He watched Dom´s eyes wander around the room slowly and then back on him.
Elijah´s shirt, jeans and boxers were still lying in a heap in front of the sofa. And Marshall´s hair was wet and it was obvious he´d just had a shower.
And the place smelled of sex.
“Dom!” Elijah had finally emerged from the bathroom. He stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a towel around the waist. And a very clear mark on his shoulder where Marshall had sucked and bitten him earlier.
He stared at Dom with wide eyes. Dom stared back. Nobody said anything.
Marshall decided he´d best get out of there. He grabbed his jacket and turned to Elijah. Good luck, he mouthed silently. Loudly, he said: “I´ll be off then. See ya.”
“See ya….” Elijah´s eyes pleaded him to stay, but Marshall wasn´t gonna do that.
Without giving Dom another look he went out of the door and towards the street where his car just pulled up.
One hour later at the airport, Marshall was still thinking of Elijah and wondering what was happening right now. I hope they will work it out.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice the person in the grey business suit standing right behind him when he turned away from the check-in desk.
“Ouch…” the person said, and a styrofoam cup sailed through the air and crashed onto the floor, leaving a big puddle of what must have been a café latte.
Marshall snapped back into reality. Fuck.
He hated grey business suits.
Particularly if they were worn by women.
A career girl. Not his type. He looked at her face, expecting to see an almighty frown.
But she just smiled, obviously amused about his confusion.
And he heard himself say “I´m sorry…please, let me get you a new coffee”.
Epilogue
The text message must have come through during the concert – he saw it when he picked up the phone after he got off stage.
It said “You were right. All is well.” Followed by a lot of smileys.
Marshall smiled at the display, thinking of how happy Elijah must be. He felt a tiny little sting of jealousy, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. They would remain friends.
And then, he didn´t really need to be jealous anyway.
“Good news?” someone asked close to his ear. He looked up.
Career girl looked a bit different in jeans and t-shirt, but the smile was the same.
“Yes!” he grinned and put his arms around her.
I thought I´d never see the end of this one. But it´s done, finally!
Enjoy!
Nice Guy, Bad Guy
Author: Loreley
Pairing: Elijah/Eminem. And someone else (No, you´ll have to read it to find out!).
Rating: NC-17
Nice Guy, Bad Guy
Author: Loreley
Pairing: Elijah/Eminem. And someone else (No, you´ll have to read it to find out!).
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Unplanned meetings.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Just a wild phantasy.
Feedback: Yes please.
Warnings: As I said, it is a NC-17 rated story about Elijah and Eminem. Oh, and hints of het. Don´t hit me please.
Archive: Please ask.
Thanks: To my wonderful beta dutch_eowyn who has all those inspiring ideas!
Comments: Sequel to “Bad guy, nice guy”. And, I have a companion piece in mind to describe what happens between Eminem leaving and the epilogue. I will write it eventually when I hit a slot without work, holiday, or writer´s block…
More comments: I got inspired to finally finish this when I watched Try17. And then I had to get the words “soft pink nipples” into the story. Even if my beta tells me not to use so many adjectives. I know she likes this one.
Chapter Six
Marshall was true to his word – as soon as Elijah was back in L.A., he rang him almost every day to check on the progress of things. But nothing happened. Elijah just did not seem to be able to pick up enough courage for “a TALK”, no matter how much Marshall tried to threaten, provoke, or coax him. Then one wednesday evening, he told Marshall that the guy was gonna be off to Europe for some time.
“You will talk to him before he leaves, right?” Marshall answered. No answer. He only heard Elijah´s breathing and some sad sounding music in the background.
“Elijah? You HAVE to bloody talk to him, man!”
“I know. I know.” Elijah sounded defiant, and Marshall felt like throwing something against the wall in frustration. “I think I might have to fly to L.A. and personally kick your sexy little ass”, he grumbled instead.
“Yeah, sure. The hell you will.”
“Fucking try me!”
It took him only three days. Marshall´s schedule had started to become really busy with promotions and tour preparations but he managed to squeeze in a day in L.A. en route to his next destination.
They met in a downtown café and found a quiet table in the back where no one bothered them. While they waited for their coffees to arrive, they small-talked about Marshall´s tour, and about the movies Elijah had seen recently.
Marshall found it hard to take his eyes off Elijah - the way he smiled and chatted animatedly, beaming at Marshall with those huge blue eyes, he was just irresistible. What am I doing, trying to get him together with someone else? I AM a bloody nice guy.
He was just trying to steer their conversation to the matter he really meant to discuss with Elijah, when suddenly a slim, dark haired man with a goatee appeared in front of their table, shouting “Elijah! Mate!”
He turned out to be one of Elijah´s friends from the LOTR movies. While he and Elijah hugged and started talking, Marshall let his eyes wander around the room idly. They fastened on a guy a few steps away from their table. He stood very still and stared at their little group.
And he was not looking happy at all.
Marshall recognised him instantly. This was the guy he had seen on TV. A at that awards show. When he and Elijah had been together in New York.
Only that now, instead of the funeral suit and idiotic hat, the guy was wearing jeans and a very loud shirt. But the grim face was the same.
“….oh, and this is Marshall, and Marshall this is Orlando.” Elijah interrupted Marshall´s thoughts by introducing him to his friend. “Oh, wow, nice to meet you”, Orlando said, clearly surprised. While he shook Marshall´s hand and started to talk to him, Marshall noticed from the corner of his eye that Elijah froze.
Mr. Loud Shirt had started moving closer towards their table, and Elijah had spotted him.
And things clicked into place in Marshall´s brain.
Of course.
“Oh, Dom – hi again”, Marshall heard Elijah say in a slightly shaky voice. And when Dom didn´t answer, Elijah continued: “Um….this is Marshall.”
Dom glared at Marshall, jaw set, eyes the colour of frozen steel. He did not extend his hand but just nodded curtly. “Hi.”
It would have been awkward if it hadn´t been for Orlando. Completely oblivious of what was going on, he just went on chatting and chatting. He pulled a chair to the table for himself and ushered Dom to do the same. He told Marshall how cool it was to meet him, and how he´d liked his movie, and asked when he was gonna have a concert in L.A., and lots of other things. Marshall tried to give meaningful answers while trying to follow whatever was going on between Elijah and Dom.
It wasn´t much. Dom had taken a chair from another table and straddled it so that the back pointed towards their table, as if he needed a barrier. Elijah was desperately trying to make conversation with him - but only got monosyllables as an answer.
Oh great, Marshall thought. This was not going too well. He decided to rescue Elijah and pulled him into the conversation he was having with Orlando. While the two of them were discussing politics, Marshall took the opportunity to lean back in his chair a bit and take a good look at Dom.
His eyes were met by a furious glare. That didn´t scare him - he was used to people giving him angry looks or swearing and yelling at him – but Marshall thought he could recognise something else behind the anger. Something all too familiar to himself.
Dom was jealous.
Fuck. What now? Marshall frantic thoughts of what to do with this situation were interrupted when Dom raised from his chair and announced that he had to go. He turned and walked out of the café.
Elijah stared at the disappearing back open-mouthed. Orlando half raised from his chair as if to follow Dom, but decided to sit down again and shake his head over Dom´s behaviour (“He´s been a bit weird lately”). He was clearly very curious about how Elijah had ended up sitting in a café with Eminem, of all people. But he seemed to realise that the two were not gonna offer any information to solve that riddle. He finished his coffee and left, not without telling Marshall again how pleased he was to have met him.
Marshall and Elijah remained at the table, silent. Elijah chewed on his lower lip and stared into his empty cup. When Marshall started to say something, he lifted his hand to stop him. “Please. I don´t wanna talk about it right now”, he said. “Let´s go, ok?”
They took a taxi to Elijah´s place. Marshall attempted to talk to him several times on the way, but Elijah would just press his lips together and shake his head, refusing to say anything. It was only when they had arrived and Elijah had closed the door behind them that he leant against Marshall and murmured “hold me”.
Marshall sighed and pulled him into a tight embrace. “Listen Elijah….” He couldn´t finish his sentence because Elijah´s mouth was on his, kissing him fiercely, not stopping until they were both out of breath and Marshall pulled back and took Elijah´s face between his hands.
“Fuck, will you listen to me just for a moment?”
“Not now. Later.”
“But…”
“Marshall. Please...”
This is so not the right thing to do. He knew that Elijah was looking for comfort more than anything else. He was in love with that Dom guy, and from what Marshall had seen today, he thought there was a pretty good chance that Dom was in love with Elijah. And the only problem was that they were both too damn pig-headed or afraid or proud or whatever to confess their feelings to each other.
He HAD to get Elijah to talk to Dom.
But then he felt Elijah´s body pressing against his own, and the soft lips touching his once more.
Oh fuck, so what. He might as well enjoy this one more time.
He kissed that waiting mouth and gently pushed his tongue inside.
They stood like this for a long time, slowly kissing and stroking each other. Marshall had his hands tangled up in Elijah´s hair, and when Elijah pulled back for a bit to look up to him he murmured: “Have I ever told you that your hair is as soft as a girl´s?” This got him one of the giggles that he liked so much.
“Bloody macho”, Elijah grinned. “Wanna sit down?” When Marshall nodded, he pulled him towards a sofa in the middle of the room and pushed him down onto it.
“What about you?” Marshall asked.
“Hm. Right.” Elijah straddled Marshall´s legs and sat on his lap. The smiled at each other until Elijah leant forward to playfully nip Marshall´s nose.
“Hej!” He squeezed Elijahs´s ass gently. He knew quite well by now what got Elijah going… Sure enough, Elijah´s mouth moved to Marshall´s ear and whispered “more”. Marshall complied and enjoyed the sound of Elijah softly moaning into his ear. Elijah wriggled closer to him and Marshall could feel their hard cocks touching each other.
“You know, it would feel even better without all those clothes”, he said.
“Hmmm….good point…”. Elijah´s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt but Marshall stopped him.
“Let me.” He slowly opened the buttons one by one, letting his mouth and tongue follow his hands, kissing and licking Elijah´s chest and soft pink nipples. Elijah closed his eyes and his head dropped back and lolled from one side to the other. He shivered a bit when Marshall pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
“Mmm….s´nice….”
He moved his hands to lift Marshall´s t-shirt but Marshall stopped him again.
“Just relax.”
Marshall pulled his t-shirt off and took Elijah in his arms, and marvelled once again at how soft Elijah´s skin felt against his own. His fingers stroked and teased Elijah´s back and Elijah just held on to him, arms around his neck, eyes still closed, and they rocked against each other slowly, then with more and more pressure and urgency.
“Elijah?”
“Mhmmm?”
“Can you get up for a sec?”
Elijah opened his eyes and looked at him questioningly. Marshall grabbed his hips and pushed him upward, and made him stand between his legs.
The sofa was quite low and Elijah´s crotch was now right on Marshall´s eye level, and so close to his face that he could feel the heat coming from there. He lifted his hand to cup the bulge under the thick denim.
When Elijah moaned softly and leaned into the touch, he started rubbing up and down with his thumb.
“Marshall…” Elijah whimpered.
“Yeeees?”
“Please…”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me….”
“I AM touching you, man.” Marshall grinned. He knew of course what Elijah wanted but he enjoyed the teasing so much. He put his other hand between Elijah´s legs to caress his balls.
“Ohfuck…Marshall…”
“Okok.” He unbuttoned Elijah´s jeans, pushed them down together with the boxers, and helped Elijah step out of them. Elijah stood still, his erect cock only centimetres from Marshall´s face, waiting.
Marshall took his decision. Yes, he wanted to do this. He wanted to make Elijah feel good.
He licked at the purple head, very tentatively. Elijah gasped but did not move. Encouraged, and finding that the taste was not bad at all, Marshall swirled his tongue around and up and down and finally took as much as he dared into his mouth.
“Oooohhhh…”
I can´t believe I´m doing this. And appearantly I´m doing it right. He alternated between sucking and licking and at the same time fondling Elijah´s balls, until he felt Elijah´s cock twitch lightly in his mouth.
“Marshall…stop…stop now….” Elijah pulled back and Marshall looked up to see a big smile in his flushed face. Elijah bent down to kiss him and murmured “get out of your pants while I get some stuff” against his mouth. Before Marshall could answer, he turned around and left the room.
Marshall wriggled out of his pants and boxers and was only just managing to convince himself not to touch his own hard-on when Elijah returned. He knelt down between Marshall´s legs, unwrapped a condom and rolled it carefully over Marshall´s erect cock, and massaged some lube onto it. He pushed the tube into Marshall´s hand and stood up again. Marshall seized the opportunity to tease Elijah´s cock with the tip of his tongue some more while he squeezed some lube on his fingers and prepared Elijah.
“Now….” Elijah straddled his legs once more and lowered himself onto Marshall. Slowly, very slowly, with Marshall guiding his hips, he took all of him inside. After a moment his hands grabbed Marshall´s shoulders and he lifted himself almost all the way up and then slid down again.
“Ohhhhhh.”
Marshall was not sure if it was himself or Elijah or both that had moaned. He tried to sit still and just let Elijah move at his own pace, but he couldn´t – he had to meet Elijah´s thrusts, and to wrap his arms around him, fiercely, and to crush Elijah´s mouth with his lips. He kissed Elijah until he could hear him gasp for air, and then kissed and licked down his throat and over to a sweaty shoulder. He tried to hold on, wanting to extend the pleasure as long as he could, and his
teeth bit into the pale flesh in desperation when he realised he wouldn´t last much longer. Elijah´s moans were urgent now and his pace frantic, and he pressed himself against Marshall´s body, trying to get as much friction as he could. He came almost immediately when Marshall gave his cock a couple of strokes, and that sent Marshall over the edge as well and he exploded inside Elijah.
Marshall returned from his state of blissful relaxation some minutes later. Elijah was still on his lap, face buried in the crook of his neck. He caressed the sweaty back and when Elijah didn´t react he lifted his face up with his hands. They stared into each other´s eyes, forehead leaning against forehead.
“Will you listen to me now?”, he asked quietly.
Elijah swallowed. “Ok.”
“He wants you.”
That earned him a confused look. “But he doesn´t! He didn´t even want to talk to me! And then he just fucking stomped out of that place!”
“And why do you think he did that?”
Elijah didn´t answer.
“He was fucking jealous. He saw there is...was… something between us. He would have loved to beat the shit out of me there and then.”
“What?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I´m telling you. Yes, I´m sure. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him that there is nothing between us, or nothing meaningful anyway.”
Elijah seemed to be taken aback. “Nothing meaningful….”
Oh fuckfuckfuck, don´t make this complicated now, Elijah. Marshall took a deep breath. “Elijah, you´re in love with him, not with me. I like you a lot, it´s great to be with you, I hope we will remain friends, but that´s all there is to it. I know it, you know it. You need to fucking move on and sort this Dom thing out.” Plus, MY private live is a fucking mess already, without adding you into the equation.
Elijah swallowed. “Yeah…I mean, yes, you´re right of course….it just feels so fucking hopeless. I don´t even know how to make a start after today. He might not want to talk to me at all."
“You´ll have to try.”
“I´ll think about it.”
“Good.” This is so fucked up. What am I gonna do?
Marshall sighed. He didn´t know what else he could be doing right now, so he just pinched Elijah´s ass lightly and smiled at him.
“Up with you now. I gotta get ready.”
Marshall had just put his trainers back on when someone knocked on the door. This had to be his driver – he was due to go out to the airport now. Elijah was still in the shower, so he went to open the door.
FUCK.
Loud shirt. Angry face.
Dom.
They stood there, trying to stare each other down. Marshall met Dom´s aggressive glare calmly. Yes, the guy would love to hit him, but that was nothing he was afraid of. He was bigger and tougher, and used to fighting.
However, a fight was the last thing Marshall wanted to happen here on Elijah´s doorstep.
“Wanna come in?” he asked instead.
Dom was so surprised that he made a step forward into the apartment. But then he hesitated.
“Was I interrupting something?” he asked with a voice that only just managed to sound calm.
“No”, Marshall answered lightly. “I was just leaving.”
He watched Dom´s eyes wander around the room slowly and then back on him.
Elijah´s shirt, jeans and boxers were still lying in a heap in front of the sofa. And Marshall´s hair was wet and it was obvious he´d just had a shower.
And the place smelled of sex.
“Dom!” Elijah had finally emerged from the bathroom. He stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a towel around the waist. And a very clear mark on his shoulder where Marshall had sucked and bitten him earlier.
He stared at Dom with wide eyes. Dom stared back. Nobody said anything.
Marshall decided he´d best get out of there. He grabbed his jacket and turned to Elijah. Good luck, he mouthed silently. Loudly, he said: “I´ll be off then. See ya.”
“See ya….” Elijah´s eyes pleaded him to stay, but Marshall wasn´t gonna do that.
Without giving Dom another look he went out of the door and towards the street where his car just pulled up.
One hour later at the airport, Marshall was still thinking of Elijah and wondering what was happening right now. I hope they will work it out.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice the person in the grey business suit standing right behind him when he turned away from the check-in desk.
“Ouch…” the person said, and a styrofoam cup sailed through the air and crashed onto the floor, leaving a big puddle of what must have been a café latte.
Marshall snapped back into reality. Fuck.
He hated grey business suits.
Particularly if they were worn by women.
A career girl. Not his type. He looked at her face, expecting to see an almighty frown.
But she just smiled, obviously amused about his confusion.
And he heard himself say “I´m sorry…please, let me get you a new coffee”.
Epilogue
The text message must have come through during the concert – he saw it when he picked up the phone after he got off stage.
It said “You were right. All is well.” Followed by a lot of smileys.
Marshall smiled at the display, thinking of how happy Elijah must be. He felt a tiny little sting of jealousy, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. They would remain friends.
And then, he didn´t really need to be jealous anyway.
“Good news?” someone asked close to his ear. He looked up.
Career girl looked a bit different in jeans and t-shirt, but the smile was the same.
“Yes!” he grinned and put his arms around her.