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Whispers Two	By : Queenie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 6350 -:- 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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**A/N: Kate once again came to my rescue in this story, and wrote the entire sex scene. Compliments go to Katevh, not me :)

When we emerged from Torio’s office, every face in the bar turned to look at us. I caught myself flushing, and one glance at Marshall confirmed that he was as well. Fuck. If we left together his cover would be blown. We locked eyes, and I nodded giving him permission to do what he had to. “I’ll ring here in a few minutes,” he whispered, then raised his voice. “You fuckin’ faggot, get lost!” he yelled, pushing at my chest. I pretended to stumble back against the door.

“Oh come on honey you know you want me,” I purred obnoxiously, brushing myself off and winking “You like it rough, baby?” He rolled his eyes and started to storm out of the bar.

“Little piece of shit…Keep the fuck away from me…” I almost laughed. The man could act.

“Closet case!” I yelled after him gleefully, then bounded over to Torio, jumping over the bar and blowing everyone kisses.

“I take it things went well?” Torio said dryly in my ear as I started to help him serve customers.

I pointed to the phone. “He’s ringing in a few minutes. We’re gonna go somewhere…fuck…I dunno. He’s got this Donna person, but he still cares about me, Tory-Baby.” I couldn’t stop grinning, “He does, he said.”

“Alright, alright, I believe you.” Torio took the drinks from my hand and sat me on the bar top. “You make a shitty bartender. Just sit there and look pretty ‘till Romeo calls, will you?”

I giggled and did as told, flirting playfully with the customers until the phone rang. Torio, being the sadistic bastard that he is, beat me to it.

“Jason? Hmm, I don’t know if he can come to the phone right now…”

“Vittorio you shit!” I yelled, bouncing up grabgrabbing the receiver. “Marshall? ‘S Jase.” I listened carefully while he gave me instructions to catch a cab to a hotel across the other side of London, (i.e., the classy side) meeting him out the front. I put the phone down and grinned stupidly at it for a moment, ignoring the look Torio was shooting at me.

“Jase,” he said seriously, and I just knew he was going to give me a ‘talk.’ I kept ignoring him.

“Jason…Jason. Ohio. Bexley. Listen to me.” I winced as he used my middle name. I hated it. I’d told him in a moment of weakness, and now he used it against me as much as possible. I knew what he was going to say to me, anyway. I didn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t wreck this for me, Vittorio. Please,” I begged, finally meeting his eyes.

Torio sighed. “I want you to be happy, Jase. This Eminem person isn’t going make you happy.”

“He’ll make me happy tonight,” I protested, “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Yeah, and what about when he goes back to his girlfriend, Jase?” Torio said gently, “It’ll kill you.”

“I’ll think about that when it happens,” I said tiredly. I was sick of thinking about it.

Torio pulled me into a hug, brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I worry about you. That’s all.”

I sighed and smiled. Torio was a sweetheart, he was. But he worried about me too much. “I can take care of myself, Tory. Ok? I’ll be alright. I’ve gotten this far, haven’t I?” I kissed his cheek. “I’m a bea be fine. Thank you. But leave it.”

Marshall met me in the lobby of the hotel he’d selected, looking nervous as hell. I resisted the temptation to wrap my arms around his waist; he looked like if I tried it, he’d be running out of the place before I could blink. So instead I just silently followed him up to the room he’d already booked, watching him glance around almost fearfully.

“Relax,” I murmured in the lift, “You’re in Notting Hill. No one knows who the fuck you are out here.”

He shook his head. “Jason, it’d just take one fucking photographer…”

“Do you see any around here? No one’s paying any attention to you, Marshall. Calm the fuck down.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered as the lift stopped. For some reason, that hurt. It wasn’t easy for me to say. It wasn’t easy that the man I thought I loved had to hide me like that. It wasn’t easy to see him as skittish as fuck. It wasn’t easy to know that he was ashamed of me. I’d expected it, sure. But it still wasn’t easy.

There was no one in the halls on the way to our room, but I don’t think Marshall actually breathed until the door was closed behind him. “Fuuuuck…” he hissed, looking at me with slitted eyes. He must have seen something on my face, because he immediately reached for me, grabbing my arms. “I’m sorry.”

I gave him a tight smile. “What for, huh? Don’t worry about it.” I pulled away and walked over to the window, looking out into the bland landscape. “I understand.”

Marshall walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back into his body. He felt so good there, so warm and solid. His body pressed into me was the realest thing I’d felt in…well, three months.

“I wish it could be different,” he whispered in my ear. “I swear…”

I didn’t want excuses. I didn’t want apologies.ust ust wanted him.

“No, you don’t,” I said, without any malice in my voice, “You want it both ways, baby. On one hand you want to be this big, respected rap star, with your tough image. You want thousands of adoring fans. You want to be a daddy. And on the other, you want to love me, or at least try.” I twisted around in his arms until I was facing him, looking up into his eyes. “The two worlds aren’t compatible, and you know it. But you’ll try and squeeze me in when you can, and hope you don’t get caught. As long as it stays secret, you’re happy with that.”

He sighed, his eyes flashing with hurt and frustration. “Jason, fuck, why do you gotta…”

“Shh…” I silenced him, pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m not angry. It’s ok. Maybe I’m not showing it, but I’m as happy as fuck to be here. But don’t try to pretend it’s something it’s not, or that it could be any different. Enjoy it for what it is.” I let my lips curl into a sensual smile. “Enjoy me for what I am.”

Marshall’s breathing quickened, his cheeks flushed. I ran my fingertips softly over the heated skin of his face. “And what are you?” he asked.

“Yours.”

The bed seemed to appear beneath me by magic, I barely felt him lift me up; carry me across the room as if I were a doll, deposit me on the soft mattress. “Jason,” he sighed, looking down at me as my head fell back against the pillow. I looked back at him, meeting his eyes. “You can’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” he stated flatly. “You don’t have a clue. But I swear, I’m gonna show you tonight.”

I reached for him, pulling him down next to me. “Oh shut up,” I murmured, “And fucking kiss me already.”

He leant down and once again the taste of his lips filled my mouth. It was the taste of longing and need. The taste of love and lust. And it was the taste of him. For the first time in a long time, I rolled him over my tongue.
‘Jase…’ he whispered as his hands curled around my back. He kissed me ferociously, his need travelling right through his h anh and into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, determined to pull him closer to me, determined to fill the space between us.

I could feel his hands under my shirt, twisting it up over my stomach. He lifted me up, smoothly, effortlessly, and slipped it over my shoulders. I looked him over as he stared down at my chest.
‘I have wanted to see this skin for so long.’ He stated, his voice just over a whisper. ‘I’ve craved it.’ He ran his fingertips along the ridge of my stomach, up over my sternum, over my collar bones and down again to my belly button. fingfingers have craved it.’
He bent down and suckled on my skin, pushed and pulled it between his teeth. I moaned. ‘My tongue has craved it.’
He let his hands roam further down, over my thighs and up to my hips. His fingers walked down towards my cock, already well on it’s way to hard. ‘My cock has craved it.’ He whispered, his breath still hot on my stomach.

‘Oh Jesus.’ I muttered eloquently, pulling him up to me and rolling him onto his back.
As soon as he had settled I sat up, swinging my leg over his thighs, perching over him.
From where I sat I could see all of him, his beautiful chest rising and falling just a little bit faster than it should have been. His neck muscles straining out of his collar. His beautiful eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted just enough to set me on fire.

His shirt hit the floor.

I had spent three months trying to remember his taste. I had spent three months preserving him in my mind, replaying him in my head and recreating him in my hands. And I knew in that second no matter how hard I studied, no matter how much I tried to recreate him, I would never get close to the real thing.

I ran my hands over his skin, I massaged his stomach. I rubbed all the tension from him and I felt his breathing slow.
I shimmied down his legs and sat over his knees. I fumbled for his belt buckle and he exhaled, his breath sailing right up to the ceiling.
I slipped his pants from him and saw what I had been waiting for.
‘No underwear.’ I remarked, breathless and dizzy.
He smiled in reply.

For a while I just stared at him, took all of his body in. Because I knew I mightn’t ever see it again, because I knew it was to be worshipped, because I knew I was lucky just to be in the room.

His eyes locked with mine and his lips whispered something I couldn’t here. I lowered myself over him, his cock rubbing my stomach. His breath caught in his throat and I sighed at the sound of it.

He rolled me over onto my side, with my nipple in one hand and my neck in the other. He kissed me deeply, a fexplexploration of my mouth. I breathed into him and he breathed into me and together our breath was one.
I fumbled for my own buckle and felt his hands on my hips, slipping my pants off with ease. He glanced down at my boxers, all cotton and black.
‘Not all of us have the balls of a rap star.’ I grinned. He laughed, hooking a finger into the elastic band and pulling them away.

I followed his eyes as they trailed my body. I saw them shimmer, I saw something dance in his eyes in the light. He reached out, traced my arm with his fingers. I shivered, goose bumps grew on my skin.
‘Marshall.’ I whispered, catching his eye. ‘Please make love to me before I explode.’
He grinned, as if that had been the plan all along.

I let him crawl on top of me, his weight sinking me into the mattress. It felt good to have him on top of me, to have him pressing against me, to be covered in his flesh.
He kissed my neck, careful not to leave marks for the hotel staff to notice in the morning. He kissed my collar bones, nipping at them lightly and simultaneously sending me to heaven.
He moved further down and sucked at my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. I gasped sharply as he bit down, sending shivers over my body.
He inched further down still, playing with my belly button with his teeth. I thought right there I would die. I could feel my cock, suddenly very hard and in need of a whole lot of attention, thumping against his thigh and still he ignored it.
I willed him to travel further and he took forever just caressing me, just playing with me the way he knew I loved.
And finally he inched further down until his mouth hovered enticingly over my cock. I could see it thundering, I could see him lick his lips. I held my breath.

I felt his lips touch the tip and I had to stop myself from screaming. I felt his tongue sneak out and massage the underside of my shaft and I balled up my fist, bit it hard.
He grabbed the base with one hand and suddenly I was inside his hot, wet mouth, pumping my hips into him, fucking his mouth with everything I had.
He groaned and it reverberated up my shaft. I could have come right there.

I couldn’t count the hours I’d spent trying to imagine this moment. The days and minutes and seconds of wanting him here, wanting him to take me, suck me, make me so happy. How long I had wanted to touch him.

He sucked harder and I grasped his head with one hand, the other digging into the bedding. I didn’t want to come this early, I didn’t want to come this early, I wanted to come with my cock up inside him, I wanted to come hard into his arse and feel his muscles contract around my shaft as he came on his chest.
‘Stop!’ I muttered, trying to pull myself out from under him and discovering I had no strength.
He sat up, pouting the way I’d seen him in so many pictures.
‘Was I doing it wrong?’
‘No, Marshall.’ I smiled, pulling him towards me. ‘I just didn’t want to come so damn early.’ He grinned and I wrapped my arms around his neck again, threw him down on the bed next to me and held his body tight.
‘Besides, I have plans for you.’

He smiled, evilly.
‘You gonna fuck me again, Jase?’ He asked, looking me straight in the eye.
I nodded, biting my nail.

He kissed me, deep and long and endlessly passionate. My entire body tingled with need, and lust and love.
‘Do it.’ He whispered. ‘Fuck me, Jase. All this time I’ve wanted you to fuck me.’
My cock pounded.
‘Really?’ I asked, blushing.
‘Oh Jesus, yes.’ He muttered, tracing his hands over my chest.
It was all I needed.

I pounced him, threw him back on the mattress and took his ankles in my hands. I spread his legs until he was wide open for me. His cock stood, hard and thudding desperately. I leaned in and eased my palm over it, his precome slicking down over his shaft and making it shine. He rolled his head back onto the pillow and thrust his hips up at me.

I had to let him go. In seconds I was back, my two little sachets in hand. I rolled a condom over my cock, before rubbing lube onto it.
I coated two fingers with it, my middle and my index, and grinned at Marshall, who had been watching me intently for some time.
I lowered my hand and heard him whimper.

I was very thorough. First I lubed his entrance, his puckered little hole opening up for me in anticipation. Next I lubed around his entrance, listening to him moan and at at the same time. Finally I lubed inside his entrance, slipping one finger into him, up inside him. He quivered, his legs shaking around me. I eased it in further, right up to the second knuckle and he bucked, desperate to take more of me in. I wanted to give it all to him. I wanted to give myself to him.
But first he had to earn it.

‘Beg me for it, Marshall.’ I groaned, easing my finger in and out of him. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading with me to just take him.

‘Please, Jase. Oh Jesus Christ please fuck me.’ He whimpered. ‘Please put it in me, please fuck me with your gorgeous beautiful cock. And for Gods sake, please do it now.’

I did as bidden.
I lined up my cock with his entrance, and he wriggled, trying to feel it pushing against him. I bit my lip and caught his eye, holding his gaze. I pushed forward.
All the way in.

Marshall screamed, a hoarse desperate scream as I pushed into him, past his barrier to the sweet insides. He shivered around me, his skin electric on mine. I could see sweat beads forming on his skin.
‘Lord!’ He exclaimed with what little breath he had.

I began to remove my cock from his arse, all the way out to the head. He writhed, arching his back and wriggling his toes. I waited outside him, waited until he was more than desperate, before I pushed in again, all the way, to the hilt.
This time he sighed, the completion so good for the both of us.
‘Jase…’ he whimpered.
‘Ssshhh.’ I replied, smiling down at him.

I started thrusting slowly at first, to make sure he was ready as well as willing. He felt perfect on my cock, sliding around me, it felt like heaven and home all at once. I never ever wanted it to stop.

I watched with wide eyes as Marshall grabbed his cock and started pumping it in his hand. I watched it travel over his shaft, quite easily the hottest thing I’d seen in three months. His actions reverberated right down to my cock, already pounding and surrounded inside him.

His moans turned to grunts in time with my thrusts. I picked up the pace, fucking him with more vigor, harder and harder until my legs started to ache. He held my eyes the entire time, watching my body move and flex as I watched him.
Neither of were going to last all that long. The time between us had been too much.

His hand grew faster and I pumped harder, the feeling of my come weighing down in my balls unmistakable. My cock tingled, my belly twisted, my body burned.
‘Oh Christ.’ I whimpered, between pants. ‘I’m gonna come.’
Marshall nodded.
‘Me too, Jase. Me too.’ His hand pulled and pumped desperately and I waited anxiously.
Suddenly he was gasping for air.
‘Yes. Yeahhh, oh Jesus!’ He cried as his come spurted all over his chest, over my thighs and onto his shaft. Suspending my movements for just a moment I bent down to lick it off. He wiggled and gasped in surprise.

And then I fucked him harder. Oh Jesus I was close, I was closer than ever before. I was a breath away.
‘Jase.’ Marshall whispered, his voice carrying over my grunts. ‘Come, baby.’
And his encouragement was all I needed.

I came, hard. I came right up into his arse, right up inside him the way I had wanted to for three months. The way I’d needed to, the way I’d thought about. For three months.
It was exquisite. It was the greatest feeling ever in the history of the world. It was mine and it was Marshall’s.
It was ours.

I slumped down on top of him and he caught me, rolling me onto my side and holding me in his arms. After a few minutes we pulled the covers over us, warm and safe all wrapped up in bed.
‘Jase?’ I looked up at him, his skin glowing from sweat. ‘I love you. Y’know that, right?’ I smiled, putting my head on his chest.
‘Yeah, I know. I love you too.’
He sighed.
I could hear his heart beat. It was all I needed.

I woke up before I even realised I’d fallen asleep, still nestled against Marshall’s chest. I was warm, the blankets wrapped around me tigand and Marshall’s sleeping body still hot beneath me. I was comfortable. I was satisfied. I was happy. Honestly, purely happy.

I couldn’t understand why I burst into tears. They ran in a never-ending river out of my eyes, dripping down onto Marshall’s skin. My whole body shook, I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t hide it. It was like a floodgate had been opened, and there was nothing I could do to hold it back.

“Jase?” Marshall’s voice, heavy with sleep, cut through my tears for a moment. “Jase, what is it? Baby, what’s wrong?”

I looked up at him, couldn’t seem to make words come. I didn’t know what was wrong. I couldn’t explain it, except that everything was perfect, and it was too much, far too much to have when I knew it was all going to be taken away.

Marshall ran his hands through my hair, wiped my eyes, sighing when more tears immediately came. “Fuck, Jason…it’s ok, come on, shh…” He sat up against the bed head and pulled me onto his lap, rocking me gently. “Jason, what’s wrong?”

I pressed my face into his shoulder and tried desperately to calm down, slow the tears enough to attempt to explain. “I…I…” I stammered, shaking. I stopped, took a deep breath. “I’m happy. And you’re going to go away. I don’t think I can handle it, Marshall. I really don’t.” It all came out in a rush, the words erupting from me like the tears. “I’m not strong enough to deal with happiness. It’s fucked up, but my life has been so shit for so long that when something goes right like this, it makes everything worse. This is what my life could have been. I could have had a boyfriend who loved me; I could have been safe. But I took the wrong path, Marshall, I gave all that up. And then I fell in love with the fucking wrong man!” I pulled away, sitting up and wiping at my face. “Do you have any idea what this feels like? To have a bit of fucking heaven, only to have it ripped away from me again?”

Marshall stared at me, shocked, his eyes wide, his lip trembling. He looked about ten, looked like a little boy who had just been told off for something he didn’t do. “I thought you said…” he whispered, seemingly unable to go on.

“I thought I could,” I replied, answering his unasked question. “I thought I could live in the moment. I thought it’d be enough, but that was fucking stupid of me.” I shook my head violently. I should have listened to Tory, I was thinking, I should have paid attention. Why the fuck was I so damn stubborn?

He looked away from me, his eyes flittering around the hotel room, finally settling on the window, his brows furrowing, his lips forming a little pout. He was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen. And it killed me that he couldn’t be mine. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be,” I said, and slowly slipped from the bed. He looked at me, startled, then fixed his back on the window in resignation.

“You leaving, then?”

“It’s probably for the best.” I couldn’t be in that room for much longer. It was going to hurt enough already.

“Is it? When is running away ever for the best, Jason?” He still wasn’t looking at me, and his voice was tight, strained. I shrugged, and started dressing. He couldn’t understand. I couldn’t expect him to.

Finished dressing, I paused in the middle of the floor. I didn’t want to walk out. I didn’t want to leave him. But what else could I do?

Marshall obviously took my hesitation for something else. “You want money, or what?”

“No!” I felt my face flush, almost glad that I could be angry now instead of just hurting. “Fuck you. This wasn’t a trick, Marshall,” I said hotly. To my amazement, he laughed.

“Fucking felt like it. You screw me, then get up and leave me.” He swiped at his eyes. “You could have at least stayed for the night. I don’t know. Make whatever we have *last* some.”

I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I took a slow step towards him, but he waved his hand at me. “No, Jason, you want to go. I don’t know, maybe you’re right. We can’t ever be together. Maybe it’s just a waste of fucking time. Meeting like this, what was the fucking point.” He raised his hand to his eyes, shielding them. But I’d already seen a coupearsears. “Leave, then. Just fucking leave.”

I walked back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Why does it have to be so hard?” I whispered. He just shook his head. “I don’t want to go,” I said. “But do you understand where I’m coming from?”

Marshall finally met my eyes. I couldn’t read his. “Yeah,” he muttered, “I do.”

We sat in silence for a while, not touching, just trying to sort out our own shit. Finally, Marshall let out a huge sigh. “It wasn’t the smartest thing we could have done, was it?”

“What’s that?”

“Falling in love.” He gave me an apologetic smile. I smiled back.

“Shit happens. Love happens.”

He nodded and reached out to cup my cheek. “Would you undo it? If you had the chance?”

“No,” I said simply. And it was the truth. As much as I was hurting, it was the truth.

Marshall stroked my face gently, then looked down at my body, my shoes. “Don’t go,” he whispered, his voice tiny and almost scared. I nodded, reached down to unlace my boots.

I wasn’t going anywhere. My heart was just going to have to break later.
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