Unexpected chapter 3:

Nick’s POV:

To say that I was surprised to see Marshall here would be an understatement. Sure I was hoping to see him, I mean, I had like a major crush…no, not a crush, it was more than that. Anyways, let’s just say that I definitely wanted to see him again, and I was in Detroit, so of course I was hoping to see him again, but I hadn’t expected it. I figured he would have been at home with his daughter. Everyone knows how much he loves her, so that’s what I thought he would be doing.

So when I saw him standing no more than ten feet away from me I was shocked…happy, fucking ecstatic, but shocked. I managed to cover it up with a lazy smile, although to be honest I’d spent the last half hour being frustrated. See, there was this chick who just didn’t take no for a fucking answer, so she was pretty much attached to me. Not the way I wanted to bump into Marshall, I can tell you that much.

He had a funny look on his face when I first saw him. He looked almost, I don’t know, angry? Jealous? Whatever it was, it certainly helped me get that smile on my face. Just the thought that Marshall would be jealous of this chick was so cool.

When did I start calling Marshall anyway? Oh well, it doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is getting this slut to leave me alone so I can go meet him in the back. I think that’s what he was signalling for me to do anyway. I’m not sure, but I’ll take that chance. Especially if it means I get to make out with him again.

I extract myself from the grip of the girl, smiling at her, letting her think I’ll be back, before I start making my way through the crowd. Damn there are a lot of people here! It’s almost as if every time I take a step forward, the wall of bodies in front of me push me two steps back. Dammit! I just wanna go kiss Marshall! Is that really too much to ask?

I finally get to the edge of the dance floor and I suddenly have absolute no idea where to go. Ok…what do I do? I look around trying to somehow find something that might indicate where Marshall is hiding. Shit, I have absolutely no idea! I shrug and just decide to go down the hallway in front of me. It looks like it could be offices or something down here, not that I care.

I try the first door on the right. Grabbing the handle and jiggle it a little. It’s locked, so I don’t think that’s where he is. I try to think like he would think. I’ve always heard that whole, if you wanna find someone you have to think like them, so I figure why not give it a try.

Now, if I was Eminem, where would I be? I stand here just looking around me and I finally realize that this thing doesn’t work, so it looks like I’ll have to try every single door in this hallway. Damn! That means it’ll take even longer before I get to kiss Marshall.

I know it sounds like I’m completely obsessed with getting to kiss Marshall, but can you really blame me? I mean have you seen that man? And his lips are just…so god damn kissable. They’re all soft and sweet and at the same time so demanding. Right, so anyways, I need to find him before I can kiss him.

I suddenly hear a door open at the end of the hall, and I almost duck behind a plant to hide from whoever it is. Almost. But I’m glad I don’t because there he is, looking as fine as ever.

“Dude, are you comin’ or what?” he asks. Now, I could say something really funny right now, but he looks sorta nervous, so I decide not to. He fidgeting, picking at the bottom of his shirt. I can’t help but smile. Eminem actually looks cute, still sexy as hell, but more cute than anything right now.

“Yeah” I say as I start walking toward him. He holds the door open for me. As I walk past him my arm brushes against his chest and I swear I hear him suck in a breath.

He closes the door and locks it, and for a while we just stand there staring at each other. I’m trying to decipher the look in his eyes, but if there’s one thing Eminem is good at, it’s being mysterious. Jesus Christ this silence is killing me! I’m about to say something, but he beats me to it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He looks almost angry. Not exactly what I was expecting.

“In the club…or in Detroit?” I ask. I don’t really know what else to say.

“Both.” He says. Ok…now he definitely looks pissed. Does he think I’m here because if him?

“Heard it was a great club, and I’m in Detroit to talk to some producers.” I tell him. It’s the truth.

“Oh…right,” he looks almost…disappointed. I can’t help but smile.

“Did you think you’re the reason I’m here?” I have to ask. I know it might get me killed, but I have to ask.

“What? No!” Ok, he did. Does he really think I’m that desperate to get into his pants? Ok I am, but still!

“You did!” I accuse, a smirk on my lips. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to get a rise out of him.

“Hell no! I was just surprised to see you here! Fuck!” He runs his hand through his short hair. Ok, enough with this small talk, let’s get down to the reason he asked me to meet him here.

“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him taking a step toward him, “So…why did you wanna meet in here?”

I can smell him now, I’m that close to him. God he smells good. His pupils are dilated. That’s a good thing right? Unless he’s high of course, but I heard wasn’t into shit like that anymore.

He still hasn’t said anything. He looks sorta like he’s lost in thought or something.

“Hey,” I say, catching his attention again. He looks up at me. “You still haven’t answered.”

“Aiight, look,” He hesitates for a few seconds but then decides to continue, “I don’t know what the fuck happened that night, all I know is I haven’t been able to forget about it.” He stops to get my reaction.

“I know what you mean.” I tell him. I haven’t been able to forget it either, but then again, I already knew I had the hots for him.

“No…you don’t!” He tells me, “I don’t do shit like that! I don’t fucking make out with guys!” He’s almost yelling now.

“Could’ve fooled me.” I say smirking.

“Shit! Would you just stop with the damn smirk! I’m havin’ the worst identity crisis of my life here and you just stand there with that fucking smirk!” Ok…pissed of Eminem is sexy as hell!

“Sorry.” I tell him and I take a step back again. I’m gonna have to help him through this little crisis if I want some Marshall flavoured kisses tonight. “Ok, how about this, I ask you some questions and you answer them…truthfully.”

Marshall’s POV:

I don’t know what the fuck he’s planning on doing, but I’ve decided to just go along with it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Shit…don’t fucking answer that. I don’t wanna know.

“Have you ever done that before?”

Huh? Oh! He’s asking a question. Right. What was it again? Have I ever done that before? Done what?

“Done what?” I ask.

“Kissed a guy. Have you ever kissed a guy before?”

Oh! Right! And that would be a Hell Fucking No!

“Fuck no! I just told you I don’t do that!” I tell him.

“Ah, but you did!” He’s smiling, “If I remember correctly you actually initiated the whole thing.”

Ok, is he trying to piss me off? Jesus!

“What the fuck! How the hell is this gonna help any?”

“It will! Trust me.”

Trust him? TRUST him? Doesn’t he have a fucking clue who he’s talking to? Obviously not, ‘cause if he did, he would know that I don’t trust many people, especially people I barely know.

“Yeah…whatever.” I know I’m pouting right now, but I honestly don’t know what the hell else I’m supposed to do.

“You better tuck that lip back in unless you want me to bite it.” He says. His eyes have gone completely dark. And is that an erection I feel in my pants? Yes sir, I do believe it is! Fuck! I can NOT get turned on right now!

“Can we get back to helping me figure this shit out?” I say, after I’ve stopped pouting. I don’t need him looking at me like that when I’m having a serious panic attack here.

“Right, ok.” He takes a breath, “So, what made you kiss me the other night?”

Didn’t I tell him back then that I didn’t know? What the hell makes him think I’ve all of a sudden figured it out?

“I fucking told you, I don’t know!” I rub my hands over my face and sigh.

“Think! What was going through you head right before you did it?” He asks. Jesus! I don’t fucking know!

“I don’t know” I mumble.

He sighs. I guess he’s getting sick of this. Can’t really say I blame him.

“Ok, let’s move on.” He says, “Did you like it?”

I can’t help but glare at him.

“What do you think?” I snap back.

“I KNOW you liked it. I felt it remember?”

Do I remember? Yes I do. His hand was…rubbing me…right there. And it felt fucking fantastic.

“Right, so if you know, why the hell do you gotta ask?”

He shrugs. That’s all he does. He shrugs. And that damn smirk is back. I really wanna wipe the infuriating smirk off!

“So…The next question, naturally has to be, do you wanna do it again?”

Hm…that is a good question. I look at him. He almost looks shy right now, nibbling on his bottom lip, arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the wall. There’s that strange feeling in my pants again. I guess that answers the question. Fuck yeah I wanna do it again.

I look straight into his eyes, and I smile a little. This time it’s not so painful. It’s actually a genuine smile.

“Yes.”

I barely have time to think before I have soft, warm, wet lips attached to my own. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I wrap mine around him. It feels kinda weird. I mean, I’m not really used to my partners being this tall. However, weird is slowly being replaced with fucking hot. Damn that boy can kiss. I was never into kissing so much, I mean yeah it’s nice and all, but in the end, I am usually more interested in actually getting to the fucking. But not now. I think I could kiss him forever.

Nick’s POV

YES! Finally! I’m kissing Marshall again, and for some reason, this time…way more hot! I begin moving my hand over his cock again, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’s ready to take it a step further this time. Damn he’s hard, and surprisingly big. Not that I expected him to be small, but let’s face it, he’s not exactly a giant. So I figured you know, that he wouldn’t be a giant down there either, but I guess I was wrong.

SCORE! His hand is moving over my stomach, down to my crotch, and I guess I was right and holy hell that feels good! I’m babbling now. Which in some cases is bad, but right now, I really don’t care. Besides, no one can hear me!

I squeeze him gently and a small moan escapes him. I don’t think my dick can get any harder than it is right now, I swear that moan was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I need to feel some skin.

The hand I have wrapped around his waist starts pulling up his oversized t-shirt. For some reason I desperately want to feel the warmth of the skin on his back. I can already feel it through the material covering it, but it’s not enough. Meanwhile the hand massaging his erection moved up slightly, to unbutton his pants.

As soon as I’m able, I slide my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around the thick flesh trying to escape the confines. He groans and mutters a silent curse as I start stroking him.

I look at him and he has his eyes closed, mouth open and breathing fast. He looks so fucking good like that.

Suddenly touching him isn’t enough, so I give him a passionately wet kiss before getting down on my knees in front of him.

His eyes snap open as he feels me moving out of his grasp and when he realizes what I plan on doing, he takes a deep breath to steady himself. His pupils are so dilated that they make his eyes look almost black and his irises which used to resemble the sky on a clear summer day, have gone dark like the ocean when a storm is moving in.

His hands move to my hair, fisting the strands as I move in to get the first tentative taste of his throbbing flesh. My tongue eases out and I trace the vein running up the underside, before licking the pre cum oozing from the slit.

“Fuck, Nick!” He moans.

“Later.” I say giggling before closing my lips over the head and applying some light suction.

His hips thrust forward and his fingers reflexively tighten in my hair.

I take more of him into my mouth sucking harder as one hand starts playing with his balls. My head moves up and down and every time I reach the head I swirl my tongue around it, occasionally dipping it into the slit, to taste that delicious pre cum again.

“Shit that feels good!” He hisses and I feel my dick jerk in my pants.

I always thought he had a sexy voice, but hearing him like this has got to be the biggest turn on I’ve ever experienced. I can’t help but touch myself as I take him deep in my throat, swallowing around him.

His hips are moving more and more rapidly back and forth, and I have to use a hand to keep him from choking me.

He looks down at me, somehow realizing what was happening.

“Sorry.” He whispers, and I moan, because that’s really all I can do right now, to let him know it’s alright. However, that probably wasn’t such a bright idea, because the moan causes vibrations which in turn causes him to jerk and that just makes him look even more apologetic. But it doesn’t matter. He’s close, his cock is starting to twitch a little and I just lick and suck with more intensity.

“Fuck! I’m gonna…” And that’s all he manages to say before cum is shooting down my throat, his entire body going rigid ending in a full body shutter and then he almost collapses on the ground next to me.

TBC?

Part 4

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