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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.

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Title: Unexpected

By: Line

Raiting: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.

Pairing: Nick/Eminem

Disclaimer: I don't know either of them

Feedback: I'd love some. I'm a feedback whore! Also...if you want me to continue this, you're gonna have to let me know! *grin*

A/N: Thanks to Aissa for the AWESOME review! You totally made my day! Oh adn BTW, I'm not a liar! This really is my first slash fic! I swear on pain of death!

Anyways...on with the show!

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Marshall’s POV:

It’s been 2 days since the backstreet incident. Ha! Get it? Backstreet incident! It took place in a backstreet and it involved a Backstreet Bitch!
Fuck! I swear I’ve gone insane. Actually I think I’ve been insane for quite a while now. I don’t know what the fuck happened that night, all I know is I went outside to have a smoke and all of a sudden I see him.

My first instinct was, of course, to just ignore him, but then I changed my mind. I mean it was an excellent opportunity to make that pussy shit his pants you know? I fucking hate all those boyband bitches, so why should he be any different right?

So I went over to him, pretending to need a light for my smoke, ya know? I could tell he was sorta nervous from the get go, and then I don’t know what the fuck happened. I mean there I was, ready pound his pussy ass into the ground when all of a sudden it pops into my god damn head that he looks cute when he’s nervous and fidgeting. What the fuck is that? A guy is not cute! Fuck! I like pussy! Not fucking cocks and balls!

But there I am, thinking one of the Backstreet Boys looks cute, and I start getting nervous. So what do I do? I fucking make small talk! And then all of sudden I’m kissing him! How the hell do you go from wanting to kick the dude’s ass to kissing him? Fuck if I know. I swear somebody must’ve put something in my drink or something. But his lips were so damn soft. I got a fucking hard on from kissing a guy, so I finally manage to pull myself away.

At this point I really fucking need that cigarette, so I fish out my lighter and smokes and light one up. But I barely get a drag, before the thing is pulled out from between my fingers and he’s kissing me. At first I sorta tense up, but then I’m kissing him back. I don’t know what the hell’s going on all I know is that it felt fucking great kissing him. And well, the kid’s got some balls. He just grabbed my collar and kissed me.

I’m actually glad Dre showed up when he did, or else I might have fucked the guy. I don’t fuck guys! Well, I didn’t actuakisskiss guys either until Nick fucking Carter showed up.

So now I’m just sitting at my studio at home trying to get somw bew beats laid down and I can’t stop thinking about him. I don’t know what to do, it’s not like I can talk to anyone about it. Yeah I can just fucking imagine telling Dre about what happened. He’d have me committed instantly, shit.
I think I just need to get laid. I haven’t gotten any pussy in almost three months. I’m sure that’s all it is. And if you think about it, Nick Carter does actually look like a girl. What with those big blue eyes and those soft kissable lips, and his hard body and those muscular arms…FUCK!!!
That’s it! I’m getting out of here! But I need to jack off first.

Ok, so I’ve called up Proof to see if he wanted to come along with me. So now I’m just waiting for him to get here. I think we’re gonna go to some Hip Hop place or maybe not. I have no idea. Shit, that’s him now.

I quickly open the door,
“Hey dawg, ‘sup?” I ask, trying to act all casual. I don’t want him to think anything is wrong. Not that there is anything wrong! I’m just…a little confused maybe?

“Yo!” He nods at me, “You ready to roll?”

“Yeah, let’s go!” I say walking out, closing and locking the door behind me.

As we walk to his car I’m suddenly attacked by images of Nick. I can’t help but think back to That Night, and I almost moan thinking about the kiss. Luckily I catch myself before the moan escapes me, but instead of it being a moan I sorta squeak. I don’t fucking squeak! Expect I just did, and now Proof is looking at me all funny. Quick think of something!

“You alright, Slim?” he asks.

Am I alright? No I’m NOT fucking alright! I’m getting turned on by Backstreet Bitches, well only one of them, but still! I’m not fucking alright!

“Yeah…fine. Frog.” I explain. He’s still looking at me funny. Why is he still looking at me like that?
“Ok,” he says as he opens the car door, “So where do you wanna go?”

I get into the passenger’s side and shrug. I have no idea. I just know I need to get out. If Hailie had been home it wouldn’t have been a problem, ‘cause she would’ve been able to get my mind of things, but she’s at a friend’s house for sleepover.

“W You You just wanna drive a around?” Proof asks raising an eyebrow. Apparently he thinks my panic attack is funny. Oh…wait, he doesn’t know I’m having a panic attack. Neverd thd then.

“Nah man, let’s just go to some bar or club or whatever. I really need something to drink.” I say the last part mostly to myself, but it seems my good friend Deshaun has the hearing of a blind dog.

“Ok dawg, what’s goin’ on?” He asks looking at me. Great now he knows something’s going on. Shit! Ok…don’t panic, think of a lie…just, whatever you do Marsh, don’t tell him the truth.

“I’m confused.” Shit! Now he’s gonna be even more curious.

“Confused? ‘bout what?” Hey you know what, he really should keep his eyes on the road, ‘cause we’re about to hit a parked car.

“Nothing. Keep your eyes on the fucking road dawg!” He swerves to avoid the car and I have to hold on to whatever I can get my hands on. I should probably put on my seatbelt. “Look, I don’t wanna talk about it. I just wanna get some booze in my system and forget about it.”

“Fuck that was close!” He’s laughing hysterically now.

When he finally calms down a little he glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

“But are you sure you don’t need to talk about whatever it is?” He asks. I know he’s just trying to be a friend and that shit, but I can’t tell him. Besides, what good would it do if he didn’t laugh at me straight to my face, he still wouldn’t be able to understand what the fuck’s going on in my head.

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He nods as he makes a turn into the parking lot next to the club of choice.

I think we’ve been here for about an hour or so. I’ve done nothing but sit here and nurse my beer. Proof has been busy trying to hook up with some honeys. Oh, I forgot to mention that Bizarre and Swifty has joined us. Yeah they came in, sat down for five minutes to talk, and then they were off for the dance floor. It’s seems I’m the pooper of this particular party, since I’m the only one not out there trying to score.

I haven’t been able to get rid of the image of Nick in my mind. Shit. I don’t know what to do. Why the hell am I obsessing over some guy in a boy band?

There’s been a few times, whilve bve been here, where I actually thought I saw him here. How fucked up is that? I mean it’s bad enough that I actually keep thinking about him, but now I’m hallucinating too? My thoughts are interrupted by Proof coming back to the table.

“Man, you are not going to believe who’s here!” He says grinning.

I can’t help but grin back when I ask him who.

“Nick fucking Carter!” He says, “What the fuck is that pussy doin’ in this part of Detroit?”

My grin has quickly turned into a scowl. Turns out I wasn’t hallucinating after all. Well that’s just perfect! I almost break into hysterical giggles. I can’t believe it. I go out, trying to forget him and I end up at the same club as him! What the fuck are the odds?

“Does he know we’re here?” I ask.

“Not that I know...Why? You’re not gonna cause trouble, are you?” Proof asks.

“Nah…I just don’t wanna bump into him if I can avoid it…shit, if I see him I can’t be held responsible for my actions!” I tell him. He thinks I’m talking about violence and he starts laughing. Really I not kidding. I’m not sure I can be held responsible for my actions, but I don’t tell Proof what actions I’m thinkin’ of.

I glance around the club and all of a sudden I see him. He’s at the other end of the room and he’s getting pretty cozy with some slut. My feel my hand clench into a fist. For some reason, Nick getting cozy with anyone, male or female, is not something I like.

Before I know it, I’m walking through the mass of bodies crowding tanceance floor, gyrating to the pulsing beat of the latest release by 50. I actually produced this track…it’s one of my better works.

Shit! Now I’m no more than 6 feet away from him. Fuck! Ok, he hasn’t seen me yet, I can still turn around. Oops…I guess he’s seen me now. At least he’s looking over here and he’s smiling that sexy smile he has. When the fuck did I start thinking his smile was sexy? Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. Ok, so what do I do now? Ok, smile back. I can do that…I think.

It doesn’t really feel like a smile…it feels more like a painful grimace. Ok, now what? Split second decision time. I indicate for him to meet me in the back in 5 minutes and then I walk away.

Holy shit! What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m fucking meeting Nick Carter in the back of a club to do what? Shit, I don’t know…I guess I’ll just see what happens.

TBC?

Oh and I promise there’ll be sexy stuff in the next part! *grin*
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