章節 4: chpt 4
Marshall woke to an alarming numbness fuzzing in his arm. He had slept on his side with an extended arm next to his pillow with the sheets over his body. He blinked the sleep from his vision and cleared his throat, he pushed off the bed but a small whine alerted him. Fuckk...Shhhhitt. His body went stiff as he finally saw a head of blonde hair facing away from him, resting on his bicep and shoulder. When the fuck did Kelly sleep on him?! He remembered they ended up watching more movies after finishing their food, by about the third movie both their faces felt like they were falling off with fatigue and it was blurry from then. With the lanky blonde so close he can smell him, damn he smells heavenly. Kelly squirms in the bed, bringing Marshall's attention to a much bigger problem. His ass had nestled onto his morning wood, he could feel his dick's head poking at his intimate parts. For a lanky dude, Kelly had extraordinary legs, long but had fat and meat in all the right places. Kelly slept over the blankets with his arms close to his chest and his legs curled up partially, the back of his thighs touching the full span of Marshall's. His wriggling stirred Kelly, his sleepy groaning setting off Marshall's anxiety like an blaring siren.
He rose a bit groggy, a minute passes and he realizes he's been sleeping on Marshall. Shit! I thought I slept further down the bed!? He can feel a solid mass of heat prodding at his ass. Marshall is disgusting! I knew it he's luring me in.
"-oh~ my god."
The shaky tone in Kelly's voice elicited a jolt in Marshall's heart. He panics and shuts his eyes, making his whole body go still. Kelly slowly lifts off the bed and scoots away from him, sitting legs flat on the bed and his palms to his sides. Marshall can feel his eyes on him, he held his impulse to twitch his eyes.
"Eminem. I know you're awake."
He flinched at his name, fuck he's outed. He guiltily open his eyes to a flustered and mad Blondie, a deep frown and cross look etched into his features.
"I-i can explain-"
He put his hands open in front of him in defense, he looked down sighing deeply.
"I woke up before you, and YOU WERE- YOU know- ALREADY- IN THAT POSITION?"
Kelly opened his mouth to retort but held his tongue, he body blushed and held his face in his hands.
"HHHMMMMRRR-MAHGOD."
His arms were pulled tight to his chest as he screamed out of embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands.
Marshall cringed at him, stop being, stop looking the way you do stop being so cute. He pressed his lips tight as he flexed his fingers. So many words soared in his head, he suppressed every thought of Kelly, that's really nasty.
"this isn't fair~"
"What?"
Kelly slaps his hands on the bed.
"I-m always- uh n-nevermind-"
He chickens out, embarrassment flushing. Who the fuck are you! Talking to him like that?! He's EMINEM, I have no freaking right to! Marshall notices his frustration.
"Jeeze it's fine, it's okay."
Kelly hasn't had a break yet, he's never embarrassed himself to this degree, why does this have to happen in front of Eminem, the f-ing god of rap. God, I'm a dumb ass. Why does it feel so terrifying yet so comforting here? FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! No, I like women! He despised that he took a liking to Marshall's morning look, all messy and rough, stop, the last thing I need is to think more of Marshall. He's too sober, where are his joints, a bottle of bourbon would do nicely, maybe some shrooms. It's been so long since he had experienced his anxiety while clear headed, he hated it, he didn't want to be here. Having second thoughts about his sexuality and who he is really, horrible, just every emotion every thought, he just wants to be numb. His phone, where's his phone! He needs to leave. What he is feeling is confusing, what he is thinking is disgusting, no why would he ever think of Eminem like that, h-he isn't that- good-looking. This isn't what he wanted! No, I'm not gay, men don't appeal to me. He searches around the bed, turning to look on the floor, no, no, no! Where is it! He patted down his body, checking his pockets, yes, it's in my pants pocket. As he pulled out his phone, he snapped his head up to Marshall getting up.
"Um.. I'm going to take a shower first, you want to go after?"
Kelly swallowed shyly.
"Uh-uh yeah."
He watched Marshall carefully as he left the guest room to his own. Kelly texted for an Uber driver, now he has to wait 15 minutes, a bit risky but okay. His heart is speeding a mile per minute. I need a joint, I NEED SOMETHING. I can't stay here, it's so weird that Eminem let me stay at his house, being around him is doing some shit with my brain and testing some thoughts I don't want to have. He scrambled off the bed and collected his gifts. I'm pretty sure Marshall was just being courteous, thinking about me staying only a night, that is more than enough. No even one night is way too much. He takes a peek outside his room door, and by the frame is his luggage. He snakes it back in with him and loads all his items with in the case. Fuck, he has another show in two days. He reseals his bag and checks his phone, five minutes.
"Shit!"
I need to leave before Eminem sees me! He slips on his sneakers and carries his luggage in his arms, he needs to be as silent as possible. He briskly tip-toes to the front door. He stops for a second, reaching for the
door knob to leave. In the distance, he hears a door open and quiet foot steps on the wood flooring. Fuuuck-. He isn't in the hallway so Marshall can't see him, he would need to reach the end of the hallway were the guest room door leads to a corner, straight line to the entry way. He needs to leave now. Kelly gently unclicks the door, wedged himself out the door and gingerly closes it, bolting for his life to the black car parked outside the gates. Marshall had a towel around his waist, and was rubbing a hand rag over his beard.
"Hey Kelly? It's your tur-"
He turned into the guest room, empty.
"Hey where are you?"
He walked into the room, looking around. Nothing.
Fuck he didn't think this far ahead. He kept running fast, focusing on the gate, almost as tall as him. When he gets about four feet from the gate he chucks his bag over the metal bars and scales the frame, leaping down he snatches the bag and stumbles as he tries a quick pace to the car in front of him. He rips the door open and situates himself in the back seats. He was breathing hard and sweating immensely. The driver looks back a bit startled.
"Go. GOGOGO. Fast PLEASE!!"
Marshall plants a hand on his hip, pinching the bridge between his eyes, exhaling in a neutral tone.
"Well... he could've said goodbye."
It's like they had a one night stand, Kelly gone, without a word. He feels cheated out, like he wasted his time and effort, gave the gifts and boom away he goes. Nah... it's perfectly reasonable, what I did what very very inappropriate and I handled the situation like a creep when I met him. I appologized and now I can return to my work without a hitch.
It's been about a while since the driver dropped him off, the sky was still void of light as he sat on a bus bench. He was hunched over his phone, holding his sides for some warmth. His breath visible, hot on his skin.
"Fuck..."
He sifted through cheap hotels, damn he shouldn't have blasted his check. Shit, he didn't want to call his band mates, it was going to be loud and way too many people in a room. He just wanted a steamy shower and to sleep on one of the beds. He texts Rook asking where he and the band are, so he can crash. It's 7:10, early as hell, and he's sitting on a bench all alone. He feels like a loser.
His phone vibrates.
Rook: wer in the motl near te denys is around the venue we goin to in the nxt dys
Kelly groans, fuck they are all drunk. He trugded up from his seat, shaking out the cold on his skin. It'll be a short walk, he propped out the handle stick in his luggage and started his journey to the shitty motel.
He steps stop at a thin wall, he can hear giggling and yelling, it reeks of weed even from the outside. He rolls his eyes and prepares himself. He knocks on the rickety door, he can hear hushed voices and cautious foot steps. The door flies open
"KELLY!"
Rook screams in his drunken state, draping an arm over Kells and dragging him into the room. He can see half naked groupies on his friends, a small handful of girls. They struggle through the narrow doorway and Rook Kicks the wooden frame shut. Some rap music was playing in the background, defiantly not as loud as the people.
"The man is here!!"
The chicks all waved at Kelly, giving him the eye, his other friends all cheered. There were four beds, the room floor trashed, bottles and cheap beer everywhere, on the coffee table were cocain lines. Every bed is already occupied, too many hoes enhabbiting it, he already hates it here.
"EYYY wan- (cough) wanna t-take shots mannn!!"
Rook dragged him to the middle of the room, to the mass of the people.
"Ugh I'm good... I need the shower."
Rook smirks and gurgles out a gutteral laugh.
"Ha! Lil bitch, go (cough) s-shit-"
Rook tripped over his feet and gravity dragged him on one of the beds. Yep he's passed out. Everyone was too intoxicated to pay him much mind, all the guys too focused on their lap dances and making out. He back tracked to the bathroom, taking his bag in the bathroom with him. Once that door concealed him from the other people, he collapsed into the tub fully clothed, completely numb. He kicked his shoes off the side of the tub as he grips the knob to blast ice-cold water. It rained on him, the cold sinking deeper than his skin, running down his face.
"Com-common g-et a g-grip-"
A low whimper ripped from his throat as he desperately held on to his sanity. What am I crying for?! His clothes now soaked with water, he just laid there, feeling dead. A whirlwind of emotions broke loose, he felt disgusted with himself for his recurring lust for Marshall, scared that he may like men, and unworthy of his time and gifts. He dissed him, recklessly thirsted for his minor daughter, and spouted shitty and corny lies about him, he should despise him. I don't want him to be nice and caring, why isn't he angry, why?! Kelly wanted to be know as a dude that just doesn't give a fuck, dissing Eminem seemed like such a good idea, he could ride the fame of the diss to get more fame. Instead he's a fucking joke, a dumb ass who dared stand off with a rapper levels ahead of him, listening back on his diss it was so pitiful and had weak points and roasts it was ass. He embarrassed his entire hometown and himself with no payoff. His heart twisted in agony, why couldn't Eminem hate him like everyone else. Above all other emotions, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he selfishly wants more of the tender touches, the security, and comfort he doesn't deserve.
He slowly stripped the clothes from his iced body, his mind cloudy with regret. He wept as he cleaned his body and scrubbed his hair.
He staid at the bottom of the tub for an hour, or what felt like an hour, he couldn't tell. He dragged his heavy up, slumping out to slug a towel over his shoulder and brushed his teeth. He swished water in his mouth, he shivered, he was chilled to the core. His heart pulsed in body wrecking pangs barely able to dry his hair. He kneeled next to his bag, his legs reminding him of his bruises, though they hurt less because of..the... massage. He shook his head, stop thinking of him, you don't deserve to value that time. It was a once in a life time occurrence, nothing more. He was barely able to dry his hair, let alone slide on his boxers and pants. The weight in his heart was painfully heavy, he limped out of the bathroom to a dead silent room, water still dripping down his head. They were all passed out on the beds, groupies naked in the sheets, every bed with people in them. The tour bus should be outside, he'll sleep in there. He got outside with his bag, feeling like falling with every step. He found the bus in the parking lot, the freezing morning air on his wet skin, he rested his head on the metal as he shoved a hand in his pocket, fishing out keys. Everything is blurry as he tries to unlock the automobile, missing the hole the first couple of tries. He staggers into the bus, closing the door again, passing the kitchenette, snatching a random bottle of alcohol and a baggie of shrooms. He yanks back the bunker entrance, and moves the left's side curtain of the bottom bunk, stuffing himself into the small bed, kicking his shoes. He props up on a pillow, popping open the beverage, taking long swings, savoring the burn down his throat. He hiccups as he fills a small handful of shrooms and piles it into his mouth, washing it down with more alcohol. Flavors of sweet and spicy clung to his taste buds as he finished the bottle. He just wants to be numb, wants all emotion within him to be dead. Hot frustrated tears burn down his skin again. He settles into a sort of haze, his eyesight blaring in and out of white and black, the alcohol lulling is body to succumb into a dark void. His vision spun until he passed out, splayed on his bed, cold and moist, exhausted mentally and physically. Hate, anger, confusion, and shame roared a broiling fire in his gut, pain ripping in every direction internally.
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Marshall sat alone in his kitchen. Eating his breakfast in silence. He was intending that he Kelly were going to enjoy some food in the morning, together, but seems that Kelly had other plans. He cringed at his waffles.
"Why the hell didn't he just say he needed to leave? I'm not forcing him to stay."
He felt dejected, his food don't even taste good anymore. He groaned as he glowered down at his food.
Well his day is ruined. He was hoping to see more of Kelly, some laughing, smiling, shy movements?
Fuck no, he pushed down the thoughts, that's nasty, he's a dude. A dude with a pretty smile, body, and laugh.
"Argh... shit."
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Kelly's eyes opened, surrounded by empty dark air. His back lay flat on the cool floor, the silence was deliciously peaceful. He blinked, out of nowhere a pale figure appeared right beside him, kneeling over him. Though it came as a surprise to Kelly, he wasn't scared, weirdly comfortable with the faceless creature. The longer the being stayed next to Kelly, the clearer it's features became, broad shouldered and well-muscled, a warm golden glow emitting from it. Kelly didn't understand or know who or what it was, but it felt as if it had good intentions, warm and fuzzy and so relaxing. The creature motioned him to sit up, he did so without hesitation, it straddled him in it's lap, hugging him. Kelly rested his head in the crook of it's neck, relaxed and calm, his stress forgotten. It rubbed it's fingers along the height his neck, Kelly groaning in response. He stared at it's pale back blankly, feeling safe, it began to shake. A nasty roar tore from it's chest, Kelly froze in fear as it pinned him to the floor, it's then pale body converting into a dripping mass of tar, claws ripping into his shoulders. Kelly was terrified, eyes so wide they could pop out, every hair on his body raised as waves of goose bumps hit his skin, he held his breath to scared to scream. Insidiously thick black liquid poured over Kelly, flooding the floor around him, pooling up to his ears. It's expressionless face unhinges, the jaw snapping open like a snake, growling and roaring.
"K̵̛̥̙͈̍͑̍͋̓͝ͅe̷͍̦̖̠͇͛̎l̴͚͙͙̞̟̟̔̐l̵̪̽̀̌͆̊̓̑̚y̵̧̧̙̙̭̒̔́̔͝...."
It rumbled him to his core, fear invading and taking over, he scratched and pushed at the force above, all his attempts were futile as the tidal wave of pitch black consumed him. No he didn't want to die yet, it's too soon, he has a daughter. He heard another roar, muffled by the black sea.
"K̵̛̥̙͈̍͑̍͋̓͝ͅe̷͍̦̖̠͇͛̎l̴͚͙͙̞̟̟̔̐l̵̪̽̀̌͆̊̓̑̚y̵̧̧̙̙̭̒̔́̔͝!!!"
He clawed at the fluid, sinking further, he grunted, air leaving him, the bubbles slinking up above him. It filled his lungs, stinging his eyes. They rolled back, his vision fuzzing out, the cold deep waves pulling him deeper.
"....geT YO ASS UP!!"
Kelly's head flew up, smacking into the wood of the bunk above him.
"FFFFuUCK!"
His hands rub at his forehead as he groaned in pain. Rook was laughing his ass off, unable to keep his composure.
"HAHAHAH!! Fucking dumb ass! Ey come on! We need to go in the venue, you're gonna make us late for check in."
Kelly squirmed, he was confused and delirious from being abruptly woken up.
"Wait... wasn't the venue in two days?"
Rook smiles back at him, a fresh blunt in his teeth.
"Naw man, I think you slept through it?"
He takes a puff.
"But 's 'bout two' in the afternoon, were gonna be the last artists on dude, so maybe six o'clock-ish pm is when we'll play."
He makes a perplexed look.
"At least thas' what the manager said, anyways we need to go"
He pats Kelly's shoulder and heads out. Damn he slept the entire day, and no body cared to wake him to see if he was okay? He slugged out of bed, his feet struggling to put on shoes. How can they go a whole day with at least seeing if I was alive? Ha... Whatever. He pulled a random tank top from his bed over his head and followed Rook to the venue, snagging a rolled blunt from a table and a lighter. He puffs on the weed, walking out in broad daylight, blinding white rays, shocking his retinas. Fans scream and shriek all around him, girls and guys reaching out for him through a fence. Hey your stress doesn't matter right now, they paid money for a show and spent hours waiting for it, don't them down. He inhales deeply, lungs filled with smoke. He runs up to the venue, keeping close to the fences, high five-ing all the fans. Hours pass quickly, he's on stage, being cheered on people all around him, flashing lights and vibrations of the speakers hitting his heart. He got lost in the moment, getting crazier as the night proceeded.
After the show he ended up in a house party, people raging around like a mosh pit. He drank multiple shots of vodka, the buzz of the drink creeping up on him. He stood in a corner in the room, hiding in the dark, people passing him over. Wasn't a party supposed to be fun? He arrived with his group, stoked that they would be partying together, but once he turned to flirt with a girl as he got another beer, they all vanished out of thin air. His night plans now down the shitter, bored out of his mind. He stares solemnly at his drink, liking how the colorful lights reflected on the liquid.
"Hi baby~ how is someone as hot as you, alone?"
A cute feminine voice called to him, startling him, he searches for the source.
"*giggle* Down here sweetie~"
Below him was a very short woman, what he saw first was her eyes. Their natural sharp glare was incredibly sexy, that predatory look was mouth watering. It reminded him of Marshall, what the fuck? Fucking stop, I need to focus on the girl.
"Uh-uh h-hi."
He pressed his lips into a fine line, a little uncomfortable. She put her hand on the fore arm at his side.
"Your cute~ I like 'em shy."
She had a full head of silky soft black curls, her ebony skin glowing a low bronze, with her small stature, she was adorned with full curves. She wore a sexy lace back half top with low waisted jean shorts, her black underwear strapped high on her hips, white and black high heel jordans on her feet. Whew- she is very pretty.
"Oh- um thanks."
They continued their small talk, songs progressed with sexual explicitly, creating a heavy mood. She started grinding on him, trying to seduce him. Kelly knows he should like this he should! Her touches lacked something, they didn't set him on fire, it lacked the magic that got him butterflies. He was more or less confused and scared, shit the vodka's kicking in, the longer they were in the corner the more anxious he got.
God he feels sick. He gently pushed her away, she shot him a rejected and hurt look. Oh jeez, don't act like a douche.
"I'm sorry-... I-i don't feel too good."
Her face melted into that of pity, giving him some space to breathe. Before both of them could recognize the situation, a punch flew to Kelly's face, his knees buckled as pain exploded on his jaw, his head cracking back on the wall behind. His cup slips out of his fingers, ringing blares in his ears as he goes blind, the yelling at him becoming more apparent.
"WHY THE HELL YOU TOUCHING ON MY GIRL, FUCKER!!"
"Baby stop!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP WHORE!!"
She tries to shield Kelly, but the brute of a meat head and delivers a body blow. He grits his teeth as blood seeps down his lips, he coughs out, his knees dropping to the floor as he's hunched over. The man beating the shit out of him is almost the same height as him, but hella beefy, jacked as hell with a neck thicker than a tree stump. He's going to fucking die, screw trying to fight, he's gonna land himself in the hospital.
He slinks quickly into the bulk of the crowd, crouching low to hide himself. In the distance he can hear the dude shoving past people, but knocks his head around to find him, now lost with the people. Kelly makes it to the front door and slumps outside, his footing and walking sluggish. Vodka in his system, his eyes glazed, lucky being drunk numbed most of the sharp pain pulsing in his head and side. He and the band drove in the bus to get to the estate, the blocky automobile further along the street. There were few people out socializing on the lawn and in the garage. He limped past them to the bus, the aching gradually getting worse. Blood beaded onto his shoes, touching his face he can feel the swelling, he moves his tongue along his teeth finding that he had bit it. He hissed, the fresh cut stinging. He falls into the bus closing the door. Fuck, his face hurts like hell. He hobbled into the kitchen, fishing an ice-pack out of the freezer, placing the cool object on his cheek and jaw.
"Fuuuckkk..."
He re-enters his bunk, resting on his back to alleviate the ache on his side. He throws his shoes off, damn its fucking cold, he yanks up his throw-blanket and huddles beneath it. Shit, everything is ache-y. He has one hand applying pressure to his sore jaw, the other snaking a hand to his pocket to play on his phone. The bus is empty, and so quiet. The silence irked him, not used to being lonely. He's so drunk he can hardly see his screen or concentrate. His toes curled from the ebbing pain in his face, clutching his ribs. His eyes watered, filling to a glassy red look. Shit has just been going wrong left and right, we're his break. He wants some type of physical contact, like when Marshall held him. Was he being genuine with his affection, or was he joking, Kelly couldn't fucking tell with Marshall. He doesn't give a shit about what happens to Kelly, to him he's just a toy to fuck around with for his sick enjoyment. He goes to his contacts and hovers a finger over Marshall's contact, he has no clear reason to talk to him, maybe he can get an expression out of him. Streams of tears roll down his red cheeks, stinging at the irritated bruised skin at the side of his head. Why? He hates Marshall, he really does, but it just boils down to the fact he hates himself. He hates that he craves his touch, like a drug, just the thought of his warm hands on his skin sends shivers up his neck. He taps on the call icon, the usually recall ringing absent, he is too intoxicated and his phone screen is too bright for his eyes to focus on it, it all just smudgy pixels. He fucking knew it, Marshall blocked him or just blatantly hung up on him. He felt as if someone stabbed him in the chest, the festering pain spreading like ropes of thorns. He hiccuped, sniffling loudly, tears flowing shamelessly. He canceled the call, struggling to breathe and calm his chest.
"F-fuck calm d-down."
He opens up some music to take his mind off his situation. It was ineffective, he was still an emotional wreck.
The next track plays, the haunting into he knows all to well, the diss track Marshall put on him. In his very drunken state, his deep voice weighed heavy in his groin, growing warm with lust. He squished his thighs flush to one another, blood steadily pumping to his dick. Each word Marshall spat fed Kelly's desire, he was embarrassed, about to fap to his song, like he said exactly, fuck it, no ones here to look at him. He drops his hand from holding the ice to his face and wiggles his pants down with one it, following with the underwear past the calves. He palms at his member, a few teasing strokes, moaning hesitantly. He straightens the hand holding his phone, aiding in seeing the album cover art. The music to be murdered by Album, with a pilgrim Eminem. He chuckled out a low moan as he continued to stroke himself, his face still wet with tears.
"He does 'ave a nice beard, 's not weird at all. An' nice eyes, really... nice eyes- ahgn~"
He slurred his word nonchalantly, listing off more and more details he like on Marshall, all while moaning and masturbating. He felt the pressure in his groin nearing a breach, he bits his lip, his whines getting desperate. Some off yelling sounds out of his phone, he knows that wasn't in the rap previously. He pauses the song, waiting for the audio, his labored breathing loud coupled with wanton moans. With in the middle of the next rap in the album, Kelly came hard in his fist with a shriek, sweat forming at his forehead. He notices a bright green bar from the top of his phone screen, the call icon blinking dimly.
"Didn't... I... hang up?"
His stomach dropped. FUCK. He selected the green bar and was presented with a starstruck Marshall, holding his mouth looking flustered. Did he accidentally click face time instead of call? They made eye contact, both their eyes wide open with shock. Kelly spazed out frantically trying to end the call, Marshall could clearly see his thumb attacking his screen.
"Fu-fuck! ... SHITSHIT SHIT!!"
He was finally able to click the button.
"Wait hold u-!"
Marshall was cut off by the call being ended before he could finish his sentence.
Fuck he made an even bigger mistake, he hid his head under his covers, he is so god damn cringey.
His phone vibrated, Marshall's icon calling for face time. He automatically clicked, his heart beating like crazy. Marshall reappeared, with a confused expression.
"W-what i-is it."
Kelly's voice shaky and breaking.
"Um... I don't really know why you called me, but you seem really unstable kid. Do... you... want me to pick you up? That bruise on you is nasty looking."
Kelly sniffled and wiped at his eyes, his ribs and face ached to the bone, his migraines slowly increasing. His sober-ish self would have declined, being too prideful to admit he is hurt and willingly submit to him. But currently, his pained state is almost unbearable whilst being alone.
"Y-yes please."
"Alright I'll be right over, just send me the address, I hope you're not in that much pain."
Kelly sent him the address, regretting his existence, he's always embarrassing himself.
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"Ah! O-ow! Hngg!"
Kelly squirmed as he sat on Marshall's bed, his legs off the side and Marshall in front of him sitting on a chair.
"Dude! Please, I'm trying to concentrate, stop making.. THOSE NOISES! "
Marshall disinfects the bruised flesh on Kelly's jaw, the moist cotton pad dabbing at the skin. Kelly's hands were white gripping at his knees, his pouty lips quivering, and wet eyes twitching shut, Kelly obviously struggling to stay quiet. A whimper slips through his lips.
"Fuck! Are you even trying to be quiet?"
Kelly shoots him a hurt look, his baby blue eyes all misty., bitting his lip. Fuck, guilt pools in Marshall's gut.
"I'm t-trying, it really hurts~"
Fuck he is too cute.
Marshall continues to inspect the rest of him, he tugs on Kelly's bottom lip to see the inside of his mouth.
"Damn that's a shit ton of blood."
He pulls down his jaw and sees his cut tongue.
"How the fuck did you bit yourself this hard?!"
"I-i.. uh.. I got punched in the face at ... a um party, som' girl's man, som' buff dude."
"I don't really know how to treat that..."
Kelly scrunched his face in an annoyed manner, his blue eyes staring into Marshall's.
"Why the hell do you help me out?"
"Huh?"
Kelly tears up, his petite lips draw into a frown.
"Why do you help me, I-i'm the idiot who dissed you, I-i said stuff about your daughter, I-i was a dick to you."
Hot streams of salty tears run down his cheeks, hiccups bubbling out his throat.
"I- "
Marshall grunts as he combs a hand through his beard.
"I honestly was in the beginning, I think I already took all my anger out on you the first time we met-"
Kelly pouts, his face turning red, looking down to hide his face. Marshall lost his breath, damn so fucking cute
"But I feel it was really not worth it, because it kinda hurt to bully someone that's so-... so fucking pretty."
Kelly choked, his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth open in aw.
"Pr-pretty?!"
"Yes, painfully so. You put a lot of females to shame."
Kelly stuttered, he coughed a bit, turning redder than a tomato, he reduced to making sharp exhales out his nose.
"I'm s-sorry so f-fucking sorry..."
Marshall places a comforting hand over Kelly's, making him cry harder.
"For acting like 'n ass an' for everything it was all so stupid, I'm sorry, I really don't deserve people being nice to me man."
Marshall stood up from his chair and hugged Kelly, pushing his face onto his stomach, making circular motions with his thumbs over his shoulder blades.
"Shhh~ It's perfectly fine, I've already forgiven you, I'm pretty sure we are even after what I did to your ass."
Marshall picked him up by the ass, Kelly instinctively wrapping his arms and legs around him, he sat on the bed with him in his lap, still caressing him sweetly. Kelly's sobs simmered to whimpers and sniffling. He weakened his tight hold on him so that their blue eyes met, Kelly was avoiding his gaze, looking to the side of him. Damn this is making me fucking weak, why the hell are you so cute.
"So- um... how do I say this?"
Kelly stared expectantly at Marshall, his long arms stuck on the length of his thighs.
"It's been hard for me to admit this but- your very, very pretty and I know you think I'm attractive as well-"
Marshall slid a hand over Kelly's, rubbing a thumb across the top of the hand.
"You heard that?"
He coughed blushing a bit.
"Yeah, I-I heard every thing, I was on the call since you first called me all the way until you hung up."
Kelly bit his lip, his body going rigid. I F-fucked up, this is so awkward.
"Anyways..- maybe with a little effort we could make this work?"
Marshall intertwined his fingers with Kelly's, his other hand firm on his waist. Kelly was so red, over heating to the point steam could erupt from his ears.
"N-no n-no, you are way too good for me!"
This had to be a dream, it had to be. There is no way Marshall is holding hands with me.
"No you're probably the one too good for me, so- only if you want, would you like to date?"
Marshall pulled him closer, their noses touching, lips hovering over one and other.
Kelly was going dizzy, with their proximity he can practically feel the rumble in his throat as he spoke, his ass and thighs pressed against Marshall's thick, muscular legs. He already has a hard on.
"Oh god~ um"
Kelly eyes hungrily beamed at Marshalls lips, slightly chapped and probably rough to the touch. His Idol is asking him out, this really attractive person is serious?
"Ugh..- y-yes-?"
Marshall smiled, giving Kelly butterflies, He embraced both their hands, their hot palms rubbing together.
"May I kiss you?"
Kelly desperately nods, Marshall presses his lips to Kelly's pink ones, electricity sparks as he gives him a little peck. Both of them loved the feel of their lips together, left thirsty for more. They kissed passionately, meshing their lips, Marshall sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip, licking at the soft flesh asking for entrance. Kelly moaned into his mouth, his jaw going slack for him. Marshall peaked a look at Kelly, kissing him deeper, loving how red he is, his eyelashes fanning his face, his eyebrows twitching. Kelly's lips were impeccably soft and pillowy, he couldn't help but sink his teeth into it, savoring his weak moans. He squeezed Kelly's hands as he slid his tongue into his mouth, gently smoothing over the bite marks, groaning into the kiss sending vibrations across Kelly's hot cavern. Kelly gasped, trying to fight Marshall for dominance in the kiss, quickly losing the battle. Marshall released Kelly's hands, resting both of them on the sides of his waist, turning both of them around to lay Kelly flat on the bed, now kissing open-mouthed with all tongue. Marshall snakes a hand into Kelly's hair, fondly rubbing at the soft locks. He uses his body to pin Kelly to the bed, grinding their groins together. Kelly whines lewdly as he uses a hand at the back of his head to guide their mouths, his other hand keeping a vice-like grip on Kelly's ass as he gyrates their hips, rubbing their boners through cloth. Kelly breaks away from Marshall to breathe, moaning through his teeth as the friction continues to attack his dick. Marshall quickly recaptured his lips, giving him almost no time to rest. He kisses down his neck, sucking hard at the pale skin. Kelly leans his head back, giving him more room, grasping his shoulders. Kelly's mouth falls open, tongue slipping out, dripping drool down his chin to his neck. His legs tremble against the side of Marshall's waist, bucking into his groin.
"Oh~... hmmm~ ...Ahng~"
Marshall released his neck licking over the abused skin, admiring his work, a deep purple hickey in his wake.
He left little kisses down to his collar bone, he wipes a hand up Kelly's shirt pulling it over his head. He uses both his hands to swipe over his nipples, drawing out more sounds from Kelly. He latches his hot lips onto one of his perky pink nipples, brutally attacking it with his tongue, toying roughly with the other with his free hand.
"F-fuck~!"
Kelly whimpers into his elbow, the wet sensations of Marshall sucking hard on his chest too much to handle. He swirls the tip of his tongue on the nipple tip, then using the flat of his wet muscle to lap at the delicate bud, his piping hot lips enclose around the nipple, sucking vigorously and flicking his tongue on the bud. He alternates between each breast, bitting gently and licking them raw for minutes.
"Oh, god~ ahng~ hnngh~ "
He leaves his nipples red and abused, now stiff with bite marks around it, loving how teary eyed and breathy he is. He bites and sucks his way down his chest and stomach to his jeans button and top hem, yanking them down past his ankles chucking them off the bed. Kelly's hard on was tenting his underwear, his tip wetting the material. He gives the cherry a testing lick, liking how sweet he tastes, he wraps his lips tight on the head and sucks hard. Kelly's whole body twitched and shook, his stomach muscles spasming, he came ropes of syrupy white, screaming profanities as he moaned with his tongue out. Marshall lapped up his sticky juices, sucking on the cloth. He tastes so sweet. He carefully pulled off his underwear, unleashing his under average dick. Even his dick is cute. He licked up the sides of his member, slurping up all the semen, he kissed the top and bobbed his head down the shaft one or two times, sucking off with an obscene pop and kissing his inner thighs, teasing him with light bites. Kelly's moaning raised in pitch, his melodic and velvety voice filling the room, feeding to the intensely lustful atmosphere. Marshall stands up from the bed, stripping off his pants, shirt and underwear, he walked to his nightstand and with drew a large bottle of lube and retreated back to Kelly.
He gave Kelly a quick kiss, sucking at the tip of his tongue, and sat between his legs, Kelly's thighs were hiked up on his own thighs. He made an anxious whimper, reaching down to clutch Marshall's wrist, his eyes half lidded and cloudy.
"I've u-um never done t-this, it's all new to me. J-just please be gentle?"
Kelly looks up to him his big puppy like eyes, and a pouty lip quiver. Fuck, I might not last too long if he keeps making that face. He kisses him reassuringly, tender and lovingly, leaving his mouth to blow into his ear, licking on the cartilage. Making him shiver and gasp.
"Don't worry I got it~"
Marshall squeezes a dollop of lube onto a few fingers, making sure to get them evenly coated.
"I'm gonna start, okay?"
Kelly nods slowly, screwing his eyes shut, waiting for impact.
Marshall prods a finger tentatively at his hole, rubbing in a circular motion, letting him get used to the treatment. Once Kelly's relaxed he let his middle finger breach his entrance, a pleasant burn being emitted from the stretch.
"O-ooh~ goahd~"
Kelly felt his hole igniting with pleasure, the finger crooked up into his wall, rubbing into the sensitive nerves. Another finger joined it, scissoring open and separating the walls, making Kelly go crazy with the twitching.
After minutes of working his hole until it was less tight, he added a third just to make sure he is well-prepared. Marshall bent over to seal his lips over Kelly's to muffle him, making out sucking hungrily on each others tongue, drunk off the taste of each other. He pours lube over his dick shaft, pumping a fist around the shaft to properly disperse the liquid. He positions the head to his entrance, careful not to push just yet. Kelly wasn't as tense as before, he was gradually easing into Marshall's kisses and touches.
He sunk into his hole, the thick head fully encased in delicious heat. Kelly's toes curled, his already weeping dick pinned tightly between his and Marshall's abdomens. Marshall swallowed up all of Kelly's whines and moans, clashing their teeth together in a messy manner. He pushed his shaft deeper, sinking further into his incredibly tight cavern. Kelly arched his back against the bed, pushing his chest up to touch Marshalls, crying out as his abused nipples chaff on him. Marshall paused to let Kelly take a breather and rest. Kelly broke from his mouth taking in large mouthfuls of air.
"I-is it i-in?~"
Marshall licked below his jaw, nibbling on the exposed flesh.
"Only half-way in."
"Only half?!"
Kelly throws his head back, letting out a pitiful groan, his eyes getting teary again. Marshall kissed his cheek, looking him in the eyes as he kissed him slow, suckling on his bottom lip. Kelly's eyes roll back, fluttering shut, mewling shyly into Marshall's mouth. Kelly wants to curl up and die, no ones ever kissed him so gently and passionately, he feels so... cared for but at the same time being babied, like he's made out of glass and one touch could be fatal. He blushed, it was kinda true, and he hated that.
Marshall pulled out, lube stringing onto the bed, and steadily fucked back to half-length. The girth of him was perfect for Kelly, it's just that there's so much dick. He already felt full, so full, every nerve in his ass on fire making room for the foreign object. His entire frame was shaking, he tried to focus on breathing in through his nose and out the mouth, fuck he can't concentrate. His g-spot was being directly stimulated from within, the searing hot rod of meat fucking upward into the fleshy wall beneath it. Every thrust sent waves of shivers up and down his body, all his muscles flexed, a network of electricity overheating him with pleasure. His fingers scrambled to hold onto Marshall's arms, his frightened whimpers echoing in the room, his crystal like eyes flooding tears, his face contorted with urgency.
"Hmmm! Nghh! Em-Eminem! Em! Please wait! Aghn!"
Marshall immediately stopped his maneuvering, aiming his full attention to Kelly.
"F-fuck~ I-Im so full, I-I can't take much more- I feel stretched tight, ah~ any m-more and I might b-break~!"
He chuckled silently, kissing Kelly from the neck up to his fore head, one arm held hands with him and the other retained a steady hand on the back of his head. Shivers and goose bumps trailed his skin as Marshall gave him a peck on the lips, his gentle gaze consoling him.
"It's okay~ just leave it to me. You're safe, like I said I'll go slow~"
He returned to a mild pace, graciously driving his dick to the base, snapping his hips angling upward to hit his g-spot. Marshall keeps making out with him, attacking his sensitive tongue mercilessly, Kelly's legs wrap loosely around his waist, not wanting it to slide all in suddenly. Kelly's skin was completely red, pleasure swelling and coiling tight in his stomach, with every thrust his dick slips between their stomach's the precum adding to the brain numbing pleasure. Marshall finally sinks to the hilt of his dick, his pelvis flush to his ass. Kelly felt as if he was impaled by a branch, his ass pulsed with knee buckling waves of pure pleasure as his hole is gaped for this object, his leg muscles pulled taut twitching on the brink of an orgasm. His g-spot savagely beaten up, emitting powerful shocks to his dick.
"I'm in now."
Kelly was a pitiful mess under him, he was crying and panting hard. His now red wet lips puckering and opening partially to let his tongue out, just to lazily lull on his pillowy lips.
"E-Em~ please, I'm so full, I can feel you in my s-stomach- I-Im so-so close~"
Kelly whined and begged, puckering his lips expectantly, desperate for Marshall, his baby blue eyes almost hidden by the sheer amount of tears. His hands weakly trying to pull Marshall level to him, too overworked to put words together. Marshall gave in to his mute commands, seizing his hot lips, devouring all his pretty sounds, wanting to taste more of his pleasantly sugary mouth. Kelly's body jerked, thrusting his slippery dick on Marshal solid stomach muscles, squirting his load on their abdomens, Marshall's mouth covering up his erotic moans.
Marshall pulled out and pushed back in until his balls slapped the back of his ass, with every thrust he speeds his pace. He kept each push gentle, but also not too fast, careful or how sensitive Kelly is. Every time he sinks to the hilt of his dick, he can feel the inner most workings of Kelly, his head pressing into a tight barrier far up his hole. He is so deep into Kelly, his dick proded into the back areas of his hole, stretching his entrance impossibly deeper, his dick jumped back to life from the strange sensations. His shrill voice moaning out and whimpering hopelessly as his ass is pounded into. His vision fuzzing up, toes curling from the boiling pleasure in his gut. They kiss hard and passionate, Kelly more desperate for his touch, his addictively loving touch. Marshall continues to pump his dick in and out of him with a steady pace, a hand moving under his stomach to help stroke Kelly, who arches into his hand. Marshall nears his orgasm, his thrusts getting more desperate.
"F-fuck I'm close-"
Marshall growls as he fucks deeper into Kelly, who screams miserably as the back of his hole is battered by his thick and hot head. His crude moans escaped him as his lips were interlocked with Marshall's. He gives two hard thrusts, punching Kelly deep in the gut. He fills his abused hole with massive amounts of cum, pooling in the deeper parts of his used cavern, inflating him and bulging his stomach. Tremors wreak through every limb as heat explodes out of Kelly's dick, his mouth was wide open and no sound came from him as he squirted all over the both of them. He spewed profanitites in a cute and soft voice, laced with bubbly moans in drawn out sighs, until his words were barely audible.
"oooh~ haa~"
Still twitching mad as his high ended. Marshall's softened cock slipped out of his used hole, oozing cum onto the sheets right as he pulled out. He leaned over Kelly's drippy dick and cleaned up his mess of cum on his stomach, lapping and slurping up the delicious liquid. He licked a stripe up his groin and stomach to his chest, toying and sucking on his sensitive buds, giving them a nibble and lick goodbye. He kisses Kelly one last time, truly enjoying playing with his much smaller tongue. Kelly's whole body was buzzing with the after effects of his orgasm, Marshall left his lips and mouth tingling with delight, he didn't know his tongue could be so sensitive. Marshall slumped beside him, hugging him close, tangling his fingers in his gold locks, stroking through the soft hair, both of them under a haze, their eyes lidded with sleep. Marshall whispered words of comforting praise to Kelly, who moaned appreciatively, almost purring as he was pet by him. Kelly was finally at peace, no longer stressed about his mixed emotions for Marshall, he just knows that what they did feels right and thats what matters. They passed out with Marshall spooning Kelly.
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