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Just For Tonight	By : mynx Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 2163 -:- 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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“Show me how it’s done?” Eyes narrowed at Trent, Eminem squirmed underneath him with an aggravated snarl. “Did you have to fucking attack my ass to tell me that?”

“Would you have listened to me otherwise?” He smirked at Eminem’s silence. “I didn’t think so.” With timed caution, Trent released his hold on Eminem’s wrists, brow quirked with amusement when his arms remained as they were. Shifting backward, Trent then took hold of the bottom of Eminem’s sweatshirt and, with the other man’s help, peeled it off his body like the skin of some exotic fruit. Trent placed a fingertip to the headstone tattoo on Eminem’s stomach, tracing the dark lines with a morbid fascination as he quietly mouthed the words below it. “Rot in pieces…”

“Yeah.” Eminem snorted indifferently, though the tone in his voice implied bitterness. “My ode to Kim.”

“I see.” Trent then took notice of his elegantly sculpted arms, each with their own detailed sketches that could very well be a life story told in body art. “Is this Hailie?” he asked, pointing to the picture of a young girl on his right shoulder.

“That’s my baby.” Eminem smiled fondly at that possessive word. “Only lady that I adore.”

”So does this mean you’re gay?” Trent chuckled at the thought as he traced the letters of his daughter’s name down his right forearm.

“I’m not gay,” he adamantly stated.

“Really now?” Trent hovered, lips over lips, before murmuring, “Could’ve fooled me.” He seized his mouth, tasting his tongue and teeth as he unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn’t long before he simply pulled both ends apart, buttons luckily managing to stay on as he randomly tossed it over his shoulder. Now barechested, Trent relished in the feel of nude skin upon skin, nipples peaking as he rubbed against Eminem.

“Mmmph!” The other man pulled away, kiss-swollen lips parted as he sought air. “Fuck, don’t you ever breathe?”

“I’ve been known to,” Trent replied with a smirk. “But I guess I could move onto other things.” Whatever retort Eminem had, Trent imagined, died on his lips once he flicked his tongue over a nipple. He teased around the tip before settling his mouth over it, drawing out a moan from the other man, who laced his fingers between strands of his dark mane once more.

“This is fucked up...”

Trent smiled at the breathlessness in his reply. “Why do you say that?”

”Because it fucking is!”

Shooting a brief glance toward Eminem, he chuckled when he found his cheeks flushed a salmon pink. His eyes then wandered toward his crotch, and caught sight of how much the simple foreplay turned him on. Smiling, Trent returned his gaze to Eminem’s startlingly blue eyes, a hint of laughing curiosity in his voice. “No one’s ever done this to you, I take it?”

Silence.

“Well I’m honored to be the first, then.”

“Whatever, just—ohhh fuck…” Eminem tugged harder at the wisps of dark silk when Trent’s mouth found his other nipple and laved it with the flat of his tongue. “I can’t fucking believe this shit…”

“And you talk too fucking much, Marshall.” He lifted his head, a smile of wicked innocence stretched across his face. “Unless you want me to gag you, I suggest you keep your comments to a minimum.”

He stifled a laugh at Eminem’s expression of disbelief. “You really think I’d let—“

“Shhhh…” To punctuate his command, Trent wrapped a hand around the warm bulge in Eminem’s pants and gently massaged it, delighting in the quiet growl that he was able to extract from Eminem’s delectable mouth. “That’s it…just enjoy yourself.” He dragged open-mouthed kisses down his hard chest and flat belly as his fingers busied themselves with the fly of his pants. Once finding the zipper, he tugged it down, the jagged metal teeth almost sighing with relief at coming undone. Trent slipped a hand inside, not surprised to find another layer of clothing in the form of navy blue boxers. He watched Eminem’s face intently as he eased them down his hips, looking for any reaction as he ran his fingertips over his now liberated cock. A smile danced in his eyes when Eminem’s blush returned with a vengeance, dark lashes brushing against his cheeks as he subtly lifted his hips into the touch. “Someone’s happy…”

Grinning, he continued stripping off Eminem’s pants, licking his lips at the sight of his flushed cock, bobbing tip glistening with moisture. Stopping at his feet, he removed his shoes and socks, thinking on tickling his soles and deciding ultimately against it - would ruin the moment. His eyes locked with Eminem’s as he pulled the final articles of clothing off, and with a predatory gleam, he stealthily crawled up Eminem’s naked body, nearly purring at the sight of his vulnerability. He enclosed a fist around Eminem’s cock and gave it a teasing stroke, pleased at the involuntary movement of his hips toward his hand. “Got any lube?”

Panting faintly by now, Eminem furrowed his brow with annoyance. “Do I look like the kind of guy that would carry lube around!?”

A shrug, followed by a smirk. “Let me see what I can find, then.” He dropped an almost playful kiss on the tip of his pointed nose and slid off the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Eminem snorted, covering his lap with a pillow as he sat up. “Where the fuck would I go, dressed like this?” Smirking at Trent’s searching eyes, he motioned toward the right with his chin. “Bathroom’s that way.”

“Thanks,” Trent replied, voice doused with cynical sweetness. He followed the darkness emanating from hal hall with a delicious swing of his hips, mentally commending himself for wearing leather pants for tonight’s outing. Fumbling for a light, he flipped a switch and was momentarily blinded by the stark brightness, vision clearing once he blinked a few times. Inside the bathroom, he rifled through the medicine cabinet, finally settling on a mini-size bottle of hand lotion. Gotta love hotel amenities.

When he caught his reflection in the mirror, Trent suddenly pondered as to why in the world was Marshall going through with all this. Was being ‘real’ enough of a reason for wanting sex with another man?

Just as he pushed the thought out, Trent’s ears picked up a rather audible groan. Turning off the light, he wandered back to the bed, both surprised and amused to find Eminem’s hand concealed under the pillow, arm moving back and forth. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing.

“A little impatient, aren’t we?”

Eminem’s head quickly shot up, eyes wide with embarrassment, then narrowing with scorn. “Fuck you!”

“In a minute,” Trent chuckled, removing his boots once he sat on the corner of the bed.

“In a minute – what?”

“Oh come on, Marshall, don’t play dumb with me.” Wriggling his bare toes, Trent then rose to his feet, his back to Eminem as he worked with the four buttons that held his pants in place. “We’ve gotten this far, you might as well admit we’re gonna fuck.” He looked over his shoulder as the pants gently slid down his flawlessly rounded hips and slim, muscular legs. “Or would you rather back out?” Smirking roguishly, Trent stepped out of his pant legs, now puddled on the floor, and spun on his heel, revealing the full glory of his supple and leanly chiseled body, cock purpled and erect. He gracefully swung his arms back, as if presenting himself for critique, his voice carrying a hint of casual warning. “Speak now.”

Feeling delightfully depraved, Trent broke into a feral grin when Eminem moved the pillow from his lap and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, eyes clouded with lust. “Get the fuck over here, then.”
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