Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Unexpected	By : Line Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 12635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Title: Unexpected

By: Line

Raiting: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.

Pairing: Nick/Eminem

Disclaimer: I don't know either of them. I made it all up!

Feedback: Please review! I wanna know if I should continue...

A/N: This is my first slash fic, and it's also my very first Eminem fic, so please don't be to hard on me! *grin*

Oh and also, no sexy stuff in this chapterl, that comes later, if I get reviews!! (I'm a whore for reviews in case you hadn't noticed! LOL)

**Chapter one**

NICK'S V.
V.

Here I am. At yet another industry party. I'm sitting at the bar staring into an empty shot glass. Why? You ask. I'll tell you why. BSB have been on a break for god knows how long. The other guys are all off doing something with their girlfriends and wives. They are busy. I'm not. I don't have anyone except my family, and as much as I love hanging out with my siblings it's just not what I'm looking for. What am I looking for? The question is who am I looking for. Iw. Iw. I've found him. Yes. That's right. Nick Carter, heartthrob of the Backstreet Boys is gay. And, surprise surprise, the man I'm in love with isn't. So here I am, sitting at the bar, trying to get enough to forget him. He's all I think about lately and then funny thing is I've only met him a couple of times and let's just say it wasn't pleasant. You see he sorta hates everything pop and well that includes me. And he really doesn't like gay people either. He makes that very clear in his songs. So that gime ame a zero percent chance of ever getting remotely close to him. Maybe you've already guessed who I'm talking about? Marshall Mathers, better known as Eminem or Slim Shady. So you see my problem? Luckily I haven't seen him at this particular party. If I had, I'm not sure I'd even be able to stand right now. I'd probably be passed out on the floor in front of the bar from drinking too much. I need some fresh air, so I decide to go out the backdoor. I know it leads t all alley and I guess it's the only place I have a descent chance of being left alone.

As I walk through the crowd of people I smile.

I need to keep people thinking everything is just dandy in the world of Backstreet. There's no need to create more rumors than are already floating around. I stop and talk to a few people, but as soon as possible I move on. I'm starting to feel a bit claustrophobic in here.

Finally I reach the hallway leading past the restrooms toward my escape. I shake a few more hands before making a break for it, practically running for the door.

I push the door open and step outside into the night air. I walk further down the alley, wanting to make sure nobody sees me. When I'm satisfied no one will see me in shadows I lean back against the wall and breathe a sigh of relief. Finally I'm alone. I close eyes enjoying the quietness. By quietness I mean there's no shouting and no loud music, only the muffled sounds of the base from inside the building.

Suddenly the silence is broken. Someone is coming toward me and even before he speaks I know who it is. I'm too scared to open my eyes and have my fears confirmed, but when he speaks to me I know I can't just ignore his presence. I open my eyes and look at him.

"Huh?"

"Yot a t a light?" he asks again. He hasn't recognized me yet, thank god. I f he did I'm pretty sure I'd be six feet under before the night was over. I shay hey head replying,

"No…sorry." He shrugs and places the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

We just stand there for, what seems like an eternity, without saying anything. Me, I don't exactly know what to say, so I just stand there silently praying he'll leave. But of course He doesn't answer my prayers, just like He didn't answer my prayer about Marshall not being at this party. It doesn't surprise me. Everything else in my life seems to be going down hill, why should tonight be any different.

"So you needed to get out of there too?" I'm surprised. I'm very surprised. Eminem is making small talk.

"Yeah." I answer. It seems to be the only reply I can come up with at the moment. Not exactly intelligent, or even remotely interesting, but there's just something about this man's presence that renders me speechless. It's like there's some sort of aura about him. Just something that completely hypnotizes me and numbs my brain. Basically something about him just makes me act the the blond I am.

Again with the silence. I can't help let my eyes drift over his body. I try to do it as discreetly as possible. I might be depressed but I don't exactly have a death wish. I notice he's fidgeting. Why is he doing that? Maybe he's nervous. But then again, he doesn't strike me as the nervous type. Besides, what could he have to be nervous about? As far as I know there aren't lawsuits or anything like that going on at the moment. I could be wrong though. I shift my weight and run my hands through my hair. This silence is killing me.

"I was looking for you."

Then again, silence is good. He was looking for me? Why? I hadn't done anything to him and it couldn't be of the good. Maybe all the excuse he needed to be looking for me was the fact that I was in a pop group. Maybe that's why he was looking for me. He wants to kick some Backstreet butt. The party is boring and he needs something to entertain himself. That must be it. I look at him, feeling sure I really don't want the answer to my next question,

"Why?" Again, I'm defeated by my curiosity. He kicks the ground with his right foot. Is he warming up or something? I look at his face and realize that it is another nervous gesture.

I think I get it now. He want's to kick my butt, but I'm bigger than him, so that's what's making him nervous. He's afraid I'll be able to kick buttbutt instead. Okay, so I don't really believe that, but it's just the only reason I can come up with.

He still hasn't answered my question. I decide to just give it to him straight. Let him know that I'm not looking for any trouble. I shift my weight again and take a deep breath. This could be the biggest mistake of my life. This could give him an excuse to finally pound on me, but somehow I feel it needs to be done.

"Look I'm not looking for any trouble okay? I'll just leave right now." I tell him. His gaze shifts from the ground to meet my eyes. He smiles. I can't quite figure out if it's a genuine smile or it's mocking. I lean toward the latter.

"I haven't done anything to you. I can't for the life of me figure out why you would be looking for me. We haven't even really met before!" I realize now that my fear of this man is shining through my calm exterior. Again with that smile. It actually makes him look kinda sexy, in a strange scary way. Okay, I'm so not supposed to be thinking like this right now. I think it's the complete silence from him that scares me so much. He moves in real close. I can actually feel his breath against my skin as I stare down into his eyes. I'm trying desperately to keep my body from shaking uncontrollably. His eyes are beautiful. Even with the icld sld stare that's meeting mine right now. Damnit! He's about to kill me and I'm thinking about how beautiful his eyes are. Get a grib Carter!

"Actually," he says,u hau have done something to me." Oh god. He's pissed and I have no idea why. I swallow and ask a question I really don't want an answer to,

"What?" It comes out barely above a whisper. He smiles again. Stop doing that! I'd like get out of wit with my pants still clean.

"You exist!" he snarls. Jesus, he's going to kill me from being born? Maybe he really is as sick as people say. I always thought it was just an act with him, that deep down inside somewhere he was actually a nice person, the person I fell in love with. I realize now that he is so not what I want. I mean, yeah he's absolutely fuckable but personality wise he's really not a person you wanna get mixed up with. I try to think of something to say to save my life, but before I even form a though I feel something soft and wet on my lips. I focus my eyes and realize it's him. His lips. He's kissing me. Why is he kissing me? I'm about to protest but when I open my mouth he thrusts his toninsiinside my mouth. He pushes himself into me more and I can feel his erection against my thigh. Finally I let myself be carried away by the feeling coursing through my body. I close my eyes and start responding to the kiss, letting my tongue wrestle softly with his. I wrap my arms around him and pull him even closer, needing to feel more of him. In the process I squeeze his butt, eliciting a moan from him. I almost feel like I'm controlling the situation, the way he melts into my arms. But just as soon as that thought hits me, he pulls away from me. I groan at loss of his body grinding into mine, but I open my eyes and look into his. I smirk. I can tell this wasn't what he had planned.

"I though you wanted to kick my butt." I say, still smirking.

"I did." He says and licks his lips.

"So what made you change your mind?" I ask. I'm trying not to laugh at the confused _expression on his face. It's cute. He kicks the ground and starts looking around his his cigarettes. Finally locating them in his pocket he pulls one out, and lights it.

For a moment I wonder why he a me me if I had a light when he had one himself, but I decide not to ponder on it. " I don't know." He says taking a drag from the cigarette, the glow at the end of it lighting up his face.

"But you don't anymore." It was more a statement than a question.

"No." There was an uncomfortable silence between us again. I had so many questions, but I wasn't sure I wanted to ask them. What if he changed his mind again? I decided to chance it.

"Why did you want to kick my butt?"

"I told you." He said taking another drag off his cigarette. He looked at me.

"You said it was because I exist, that doesn't exactly explain it." I said chuckling.

"Fuck! Enough with the questions okay? I'm as confused as you man!" He practically yelled.

I jumped a little but I could see in his eyes that he wasn't angry, just frustrated. His eyes roamed over my body. I smirked again.

"You're right." I said, "Enough with the questions." I pulled the cigarette out of his hands with my left hand, flicking it away, and grabbed his collar with my right hand and pulled him toward me. My lips crashed down on his and he tensed up a bit, before finally relaxing into the kiss. I think, by now, I knew why he didn't want to kick my ass. He wanted this just as much as I did, he just didn't know until he had actually already kissed me. Our tongues battles erotically as his hands run through my hair. I break the kiss and start kissing a trail from his ear, down his neck. I reach the part that connects his neck to his shoulder and start licking and biting gently. I can't believe how hard I am. I can feel my hard cock pulsating in my pants, and when he lets out a deep groan of pleasure the impossible happens. I feel my cock grow harder. I can't stand this much longer. I need to cum so bad. My hands travel down to is crotch and I start massaging him through the material of his pants. He moans and starts rocking his hips gently in time with my movements. Obviously my plan didn't work. I realized that when his grip on my hair tightens. I was hoping he'd mirror my actions. Oh well, I'm sure his moans alone is enough to make me cum at this point. Suddenly we're interrupted by a voice out on the street.

"Yo Em!" Someone calls. I recognize the voice immediately. It's Dre. Fuck! Marshall pulls away and looks at me regretfully.

"I…shit…I gotta go!" He says before hurrying out of the alley. I see him greeting Dre, before stepping inside a waiting vehicle. Before he's inside, he glances back toward me. I fall back against the wall and run my hands through my hair. I can still taste him. This has so not helped my infatuation with this man. I already know I won't be able to stop thinking about him. I've had a taste of the drug and now I want more. So much more.

*~*~*~*~

TBC?

Only if I get some reviews...*grin*
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Unexpected