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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 (7/?) Friday – Part I

By: Line

Raiting: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.

Pairing: Nick/Eminem

Disclaimer: I don't know either of them. This is COMPLETE fiction. That means I made it all up! *grin*

Feedback: I'd love some. I’m a complete feedback whore, and I’m not too proud to beg! LOL Also…I’m gonna need to know if I should continue this, or if I’m just wasting my time writing this…

A/N: Thanks to the coolest beta ever…MJ Livengood! Love ya! *Muah*

**This part is dedicated to everybody who's actually reading what my sick mind conjures up! I love you guys!**

Thank yous

Tetra - Hey! Save some of those Piña Coladas for me! *grin* Yeah, kinda wanted to jump up and down when I was writing it! LOL Go figure! I love you too! *grin* Thanks for the FB!

Aissa - *snort* Poor Nick! He'd have a heart attack! LOL You are so funny! Just thought I'd let you know! *grin* I'm glad you love my Nick, I'm growing rather fond of him myself! Hehe...

Nishia - You need wait no longer...or at least here's the beginning of The Weekend. *grin*

Alrighty, I promise, once again, to not let you wait too long for the next update!

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Marshall’s POV

I can’t believe I’m on a fucking plane on my way to meet a guy! What the fuck?! What the hell happened? I must have been transported to another fucking dimension or something, ‘cause this is not me! And to top it all off, it was my idea that I should fly to Florida and meet him. Shit! A whole weekend of just me and Nick. Yeah, my mind doesn’t like that idea but my prick sure as hell does. I so fucking glad I wear baggy pants, let me tell ya. If I didn’t, it would have been mighty painful and mighty embarrassing. I’ve been half hard ever since I hung the phone yesterday.

So I got Hailie sent off to my Aunt Betty’s house. She was really excited about going. I can’t blame her. My aunt Betty is the only cool family member I have, apart from Hai Hai of course. Plus, her cooking is fucking fantastic.

So now I’m sitting on this goddamn plane, we’re about 20 minutes from landing, and every minute that passes by makes me even more nervous. I’ve had all these really fucking stupid thoughts running rampant in my head. What if we go beyond the jacking and blowjobs? What if he wants to fuck me in the ass? Well, I can just tell you right now that there is no way in fucking hell that’s gonna happen. But what if he wants me to fuck him? Am I really for that? I mean, it’s not like I haven’t tried anal sex before, but that was with women. Is it different with a man? Or is an asshole just an asshole?

Okay, twitch goes the dick. I think I’m ready to fuck him. But no more! He doesn’t get anywhere near my ass!

My leg is jumping up and down with nervous energy. My pulse is fucking racing. Shit.

I can see the runway now. In 5 minutes I’ll be standing in the fucking Sunshine State waiting for my…my boyfriend? My lover? For Nick Carter to come pick me up.

Why do I always end up messes like this? Fuck! Give me a lawsuit any day. At least those I know how to deal with! Call up my lawyer; tell him the deal, and he deals with it. Yeah, I could just fucking imagine me calling him up to tell him to deal with this.

“Hello Mister lawyer-guy. I have a new job for ya.”

“Yes, Mister Mathers, and what might that be?”

“Oh, no biggie, just a little sexual identity crisis on my part.”

“Oh my, Mister Mathers! That’s a serious thing! I’ll get on it right now!”

Yeah…that’d work! I can’t help but chuckle at the insanity of my thoughts. I know most people would argue that insanity is nothing new to me, and they would probably be right, but this kind of insanity is fucking scary to me! I can deal with thinking about murdering Kim and all that shit. I know I’m only gonna do it in my mind, but I can’t say the same thing about this whole situation. Even if I did fantasize about men, which I never have, I sure as fuck never thought I’d actually act on it. And yet, here I am, on my way to meet Nick, to spend an entire weekend with him. Damn.

Nick’s POV

My butterflies have butterflies. I swear that’s what it feels like in my stomach. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m gonna be sick. And because I feel like that, I’m nervous I’m gonna end up puking all over Marshall when he gets here. It’s a vicious circle.

He should have landed now. I wonder if he has any luggage. Maybe that’s why he’s not here yet.

Oh fuck! I just had a thought. What if he’s changed his mind? What if he decided not to come? What if Hailie all of a sudden got the flu and he had to stay home? But if that was the case, he would have called right? Right? Deep breath. Okay Nick, think positive damnit! Of course he would have called.

Oh shit! There he is! Fuck! He surrounded by fucking papparazi! What do I do? What do I do? We can’t be seen together! Okay, I’m pretty well disguised. I’ve got sunglasses on and a base ball cap, and I’m wearing clothes I so wouldn’t wear normally. So far it’s worked, but if I go over there now, people are bound to recognize me. Wait! Maybe if I just give him a sign. But how?

Okay, first of all, I need to catch his attention. Wait for him to look over here. And when he does, I’ll discreetly remove the sunglasses, let him see it’s me, and then indicate my head, let him know which way to go.

Wait for it…wait for it! Go! Okay, he’s looking my way, so I do what I had planned. He notices me, I indicate, he nods slightly. Phew! It seems like it worked. Okay, now all I have to do is get to the parking garage, and somehow get those tabloid hounds of his back.

I start walking toward the garage, when I spy a security desk. Maybe they’ll help? Well, I won’t know if I don’t try. So I walk up. I remove the sunglasses and give my best Backstreet-aren’t I just cute and hot and sexy-smile to the lady sitting there. She smiles and I notice a blush creeping over her cheeks.

“Hello ma’am.” I say, still smiling that smile.

“He…hello sir, how may I help you?” She asks. Good, it seems to be working.

“I was wondering, could you maybe send some security out to help Mr. Mathers over there? You see I know what it’s like to be in the position he’s in right now, so I really wanna help him out. Do you think you could do that?” Widen smile a little, wink…aaaaaaand we’re home free!

“Certainly sir. I’ll get right on it!” she says smiling brightly.

“Thank you ma’am, that’s very kind of you.” I tell her, grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss. Then I turn around start walking again, toward the garage.

And can I just say…I am good! I am too good! Damn! I can’t fucking believe that shit worked! Jesus, women are so easy sometimes.

I walk slowly, hoping Marshall will be able to catch up with me. And when I reach the machine that I need to pay for parking in, I stop and wait just a minute before stuffing my ticked in, waiting for it to calculate how much I owe.

Just as I’m about to slip a bill into the slot, someone taps my shoulder. I turn around, and there he is. The man of my dreams. The guy I’ve been wanting to kiss and hug and snuggle for the last I don’t know how many months.

“Hey.” He says. That’s all. But I can see him trying to fight a smile. I don’t know why though. He probably has the sexiest smile this side of the Milky Way.

“Hi!” I say. Me? I smile like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t help it. It’s just…he’s here! He’s actually here! “I guess you got rid of those photographers huh?” I say.

“Yeah…thanks for sending the security my way.” And there it is! The smile, although tiny, is there. Woohoo!

“Not a problem.” What else can I say?

“Yeah, so hurry the fuck up, I wanna get out of here so I can kiss you silly!” Woah! Never saw that one coming, not that I’m complaining mind you, but damn!

I turn back around to the machine and slip in the dollar bill. As soon as the ticket it stamped and I get my change I turn around and start walking toward my car.

After I’ve taken a few steps I throw a look over my shoulder at him,

“Coming?” I ask, with a wink.

As I’ve turned my head back again, I hear him mutter,

“Not yet, but I hope to fucking God that I will be soon.” I can’t help but snigger. It sounds like he’s just as bad off as I am. Yippee! Looks like I’m getting some Marshall lovin’ when I get home!

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The ride back to my place is pretty much quiet. In fact, I can almost here Marshall thinking. I sure as hell hope he’s not having second thoughts about this thing. If he decides to back out, I don’t think could take it. I’ve been wanting this for so long I can hardly remember a time where I wasn’t in love with Marshall.

I fucking hate this uncomfortable silence. But maybe it’s just me it’s uncomfortable for.

“So…” I say, “Am I the only one not liking the silence?”

He chuckles. He’s so cute when he’s chuckling.

“I’m sorry.” He says looking at me, “It’s just…I’ve never fucking done this shit before, you know?”

“And you think I have?” I ask raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, yeah…I kinda figured you had.” He looks kinda surprised.

“Okay, it sorta depends of which part of this your referring to, ‘cause yeah, I’ve been with guys before, or actually only one guy, but I’ve never exactly been with a rapper famous for sprouting anti-gay lyrics you know? And also I’ve never actually been with anyone I’ve ever felt this way about…” Great! That last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud! Fuck! He’s definitely gonna bail now! I just know it! Eminem doesn’t believe in love, and here I am practically throwing myself at his feet professing my undying love! Great going Carter!

“Oh…” Great! Now I’ve rendered him completely speechless! Way to break the silence Carter! “What kind of feelings?” Huh? Shit, should I just give it to him straight? Or do I lie? How about a compromise?

“Look, Marshall, I like you. I mean, I really like you…a lot.” I bite my lip, trying to figure out how to continue this, “I think I could even fall in love with you” Too late! “Now, I don’t expect you to even remotely feel the same way about me, I know how you feel about love, and if you’re only in this for the sex then I can deal, so don’t freak out on me okay?” Deep breath. Wow. I can’t believe I just told him all that.

He’s quiet. He’s very quiet and it’s very disconcerting. Mommy? I’m scared!

He sucks in a breath and lets it out in a whoosh. What’s that mean?

“Fuck.” Great! Not the reaction I was hoping for. “Nick, I like you too. I do, it’s just…I’m not gay! As far as I know I’m not even fucking bi-sexual.” He rubs a hand over his eyes, “And I’ve never ever in my entire pathetic existence given thought to being with a man, but then you come along. And all of a sudden my whole fucking world is upside down.” Suddenly he’s chuckling. I think I finally drove him over the edge! He’s lost it! “I’m not gay, I’m not bi, I am however fucking turned on by you. I think I’m Nick-sexual.”

He laughing now. I can’t help it. I let out an undignified snort and all of a sudden I’m laughing so hard I’m having trouble breathing, much less control the car. Nick-sexual! I like that!

Finally when the laughter dies down, he turns in his seat and looks at me,

“And I’m not just in it for the sex.” That’s all he says and all of a sudden the silence in the car isn’t so uncomfortable anymore.

TBC?

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