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. |
I know it's taken me forever to finish this, and I'm very sorry! But here it is now! *grin* Thanks to everyone who keeps sending feedback! It really helps me to keep writing!
Title: Unexpected (8/?) Friday – Part II
By: Line
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.
Pairing: Nick/Eminem
Archive: My LJ http://www.livejournal.com/users/line_sal , AFF.net, plus my website http://www.geocities.com/chantelle8
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: This part is unbeta'ed, any mistakes are mine! lol
**This part is dedicated to Aissa because she’s my stalker and I’ve never ever had a stalker before! *grin* And to MJ, because she’s a great friend and a great beta. And finally, to everyone who shares my obsession with LOTR men, especially Orlando Bloom! *grin*
Thanks
Aissa - *snort* I love you!!! *grin* You can always make me laugh, and I love and adore that about people! Also, I love when people quote my stuff! lol
Tetra - I'm not telling whether or not Marshall brought a suit! lol But they are cute aren't they?? I heart Nick/Marsh...*sigh* Thank you for the wonderful feedback! I adore you for it! *grin*
lesley - Please don't kill my babies!!! lol I know they're cute, but that's no reason to kill them! *looks horrified* Thanks for the FB, you won't be getting two chapters this time, but this one is longer than my average chapters, so that counts for something right?? *grin*
cole - I know this update wasn't soon, like you asked, but here it is anyway! *grin* I hope you like it! And thanks for the FB.
Aviona - You're apologizing for being late?!? Have you seen how long it takes me to update this story??? lol Anyway, I'm glad you're still enjoying this! *grin* I heart you!
ice - Hallo ice! I'm gonna reply in English simply because my German sucks! lol Sorry to make you wait so long, but I hope it was worth it! *grin* Actually I really don't think too much about whether or not Marshall is OOC, I just write him like I see him! *grin* And if that doesn't seem OOC to you then that's just fabulous! *grin* Danke für die FB (is that right?? lol).
Herald Soucree - Heh...I might have to take you up on that! I'm just gonna steal all your lines! lol Thanks for the FB, I'm really glad I can keep you reading despite the long waits between chapters! lol RL sucks!!! *grin*
And now for something completely different (I just love Monty Python! lol)
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Marshall’s POV
I was kind surprised by Nick’s almost confession of love, and normally if anyone had said that stuff to me, they’d be in one of my songs to fast they wouldn’t know what hit ‘em. But for some reason, when Nick said it, it made me feel all warm inside, Okay at first I was just really fucking surprised, but then the warm tingly feeling. I don’t get warm tingly feelings! But I’m beginning to realize that Nick is something special. I don’t know what it is about him, and I’m not even gonna think about it right now. I’m not sure I’ll like whatever I come up with, so I’m just gonna be, this weekend, just be. I’m gonna enjoy whatever happens and then when it’s all over I can freak out or whatever.
See? I’m capable of being mature. Bet you never knew.
We’ve just pulled up into his drive way and now I’m eagerly anticipating getting out of this fucking car, into the house and then I’m gonna fucking keep my promise and I’m gonna kiss him silly.
We get out of the car and I grab my carry on bag from the backseat. Before I left Detroit I decided there was no reason to pack a whole bunch of things. After all I’m only here for the weekend, and honestly I don’t expect to be wearing clothes most of the time.
We walk up to the front door. There’s a kind of tense silence between us again. Nick unlocks the door and I take a step inside, and suddenly a thought hits me. Where am I gonna sleep? I mean, does Nick expect us to share a bed? I don’t know if I’m ready to share a bed with him! I know that sound fucking strange, seeing as how I’ve already had my hand down the guy’s pants, but seriously, if we share a bed it almost seems like we’re a couple or something. Are we a couple? Do I want us to be? I have no fucking clue! Shit! He’s talking!
“…my room.” Huh? Okay, guess I missed quite a bit of what he was saying there…
“I’m sorry, what?” He’s looking at me kinda strange, but then he smiles a little. He’s got a great smile…fucking sexy.
“I said, I made up the guestroom for you, ‘cause I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d want to sleep in my room.” Oh…Doesn’t he want me to sleep in his room? For some reason the thought that Nick doesn’t want me in his room doesn’t sit well with me. Shit.
“Aiight, cool.” I tell him, and then we just stand there looking at each other. Something flashes across Nick’s face, but it’s gone before I can even begin to figure out what it was. So is he gonna show where hell I’m supposed to sleep?
“Are you gonna show me where my room is?” I ask him. It comes out a little harsh, so I smile at him to let me know I didn’t mean anything by that.
“Yeah…follow me!” He says and he starts running up the stairs. I let out a sigh before I follow him. I sure as fuck hope things will be easier soon, or else this is gonna be a long fucking weekend.
As soon as we enter the bedroom Nick starts babbling about who knows what. All I hear are little words here and there. Brian. Studio. Song. Different. Clean. And it goes on and on. How the fuck do I get him to shut the hell up? I know why he’s babbling. It’s because he’s nervous. I used to do the same thing when I was a kid. He runs his tongue over his lips and start nibbling on the bottom one. I guess he ran out of things to say.
“Marshall?” Or maybe he just noticed how I was staring at him.
“Yeah?” I ask, raising my eyes to look into his.
“I asked if you were alright. You looked kinda gone for a second.” He’s nibbling on the bottom lip again, and it’s just making it look kissable than it usually does.
Before I know what I’m doing I’m across the room, a few inches from Nick and I barely have time to look up at him before I crush our lips together. I don’t know what the fuck it is about him, but it’s like every time we’re in a room together I can’t fucking control myself. And I’m kinda starting to like that feeling, which is scaring the shit out of me.
I feel his tongue dancing across my lips and I open my mouth to let him in. Our tongues are moving over, under, across each other and before I know it we’re tumbling down onto the bed.
Nick is on his back and I’m on top of him. I can feel his dick rubbing against mine through layers of clothing. I can’t fucking believe how hard this gets me. Who would have thought, six months ago that I would be making out with Nick Carter, in his house in Florida on a bed, and be enjoying it?
His hands have moved under my shirt and up my back and now he’s dragging his nails down toward my waist. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I arch into his touch. Fuck! This is too much! It’s too soon! Shit!
“Fuck! Nick…” I try to continue, but apparently my body and my mind are not cooperating at the moment. His hands are down my pants, grabbing my ass, making me buck down into him and all I can to is suck in a hissing breath, before letting out a sound I didn’t think I was capable of making.
I look down into his eyes and see that he’s looking at me. There’s a look on his face I can’t even describe. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that. It’s like he wants to crawl inside my skin and stay there. I know that sounds really fucking gross, but it’s not. The look in his eyes is so intense. It’s kinda freaking me out. We gotta stop this. We gotta cool down, and go a little slower.
“Nick…please!” I say, my voice is strained. “Stop!” It’s almost a yell, but not quite. It works though. Not like I intended, ‘cause all of a sudden he looks panicked. And he’s trying to squirm out from under me.
“Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t…” he’s muttering. He looks nervous. What the fuck?
“Nick wait! Listen!” I tell him. He thinks he’s done something wrong, when the problem really is that he’s been doing everything right. I don’t know how to deal with that! Fuck!
“No I’m sorry! I just…I couldn’t help it. I…” Before he can finish whatever the hell he was saying I decide to shut him up with a kiss. I lean over and press my lips hard against his. When I pull back he’s just staring at me. Dumbfounded.
“Listen to me,” I start, “You didn’t to anything wrong. Fuck. You did everything exactly right, and I freaked out a little.” Looks like he’s regaining some of his senses so I continue, “This is moving a little fast okay? And I just think we should maybe calm down a little. Like I said before, I’m not just in it for the sex. I wanna get to know you. I kinda wanna see if we’re capable of having a conversation.” At the last part I can’t help but chuckle, cause it’s the truth. I wanna know if we can talk about football and family and stuff like that. Shit! I think I wanna see if we can have a relationship, a real one, and that’s just a little bit scary to me, because my past relationships haven’t exactly been all flowers and candy.
But my explanation seems to be working, because I can see Nick physically relax as he lets out a breath. And then he smiles. That beautiful smile that has millions of women and men all over the world turn to mush and unfortunately, I realize, it’s working on me too.
“Okay, so…” He stands up and runs a hand through his hair before looking at me again, “I’m gonna let you get settled and, you know, take a shower or whatever…” we both chuckle, knowing why he’s suggesting a shower. I suspect he’ll be getting one as well. “And when you’re done you can just come downstairs and find me. I’ll probably be out back by the pool.” And with a nod, a smile and…was that a blush, he’s walking out.
I lay back down on the bed with a sigh and a smile. But the smile is quickly replaced by a frown when a thought strikes me. I’m fucking falling for him.
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Nick’s POV:
Jesus Christ I needed that shower, and from what I could feel, so did Marshall. I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast just from jerking off before. But I guess it helped that I knew that Marshall was most likely doing the same thing in the guest bathroom.
God! Just thinking about Marshall standing in the shower, water running down his muscled back and chest, one hand braced on the wall in front of him and the other wrapped around his…Okay, stop! I don’t need to get a hard on again already.
But it’s like I have absolutely no control over my body when it comes to Marshall. It’s like I crave his touch. Almost like I can’t breathe when I know he’s so close and I can’t touch him.
What’s taking him so long anyway? I’ve been down here for at least ten minutes now. Is he having second thoughts about coming here? I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to take it if he comes down and tells me he’s gonna go back to Detroit. Oh God! He’s probably gonna go back to Detroit. He’s decided he can’t do this! My pulse is racing and my hands are shaking. I’m having a panic attack!
A noise from the door makes me jump in my seat and I turn around to see Marshall standing there looking at me.
“Don’t go!” Oh Jesus! That was out loud wasn’t it?
He looks completely taken aback. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“What? No, Nick, I’m not going anywhere” he finally says coming over to sit next to me.
Hearing him say those words, even if he’s only talking about the weekend, causes a reaction in me that I never would have expected. It’s like something has lifted, like I’m suddenly able to breathe more easily. I guess, on an unconscious level, I was expecting him to still be playing with me or something like that.
“Nick? Are you aiight?” He looks…concerned. His eyes are sort of squinting, like he’s trying to see something in my eyes or something. Wow. Marshall looks concerned for me. He cares about me more than I ever really thought.
“I am now…” I smile, trying to…reassure him or something.
“Good.” He smiles back and grabs one of the Mountain Dews I’ve put on the table. He opens the can and takes a swallow of the soda. “So what are the plans for today?” He asks.
I haven’t actually planned anything. All I’ve been able to think about ever since the phone call is the fact that Marshall was coming here. I shrug and chuckle a little.
“I haven’t made any plan.” I tell him, “I’m still pretty much stuck on you being here.”
There’s that beautiful smile again. It’s when he smiles like that, that I know he’s not as tough as he looks and acts. I think that’s what I love most about him. He has this side of himself that he really only shares with the people closest to me. And I get to see it! Holy shit! Does that mean I’m one of those people?
“So how about we move inside, order some pizza and watch a movie?” he asks.
“What? You mean snuggle up on the couch and watch girly movies?” I ask jokingly. He raises an eyebrow.
“It that’s what you want.” Wow! I never took Eminem for the snuggling type. But then again this isn’t Eminem I’m with, it’s Marshall.
“Yes to the snuggling, no to the girly movie.” I say standing up. I reach out a hand to him, curious to see if he’ll take it. He does! He takes my hand, locking our fingers together and then he grabs his soda with the other hand, and we start walking inside.
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Marshall’s POV:
I’ve just sat down on the couch, looking through a menu from some pizza place when Nick asks me what I want to watch.
“I don’t know.” I tell him, “Whatever you want.”
“Okay, so how about I make some suggestions and you tell me yes or no?” He asks walking over to his DVD collection.
“Sure, whatever.” I tell him smiling.
“Okay…so how about…” he’s trailing a finger over the stack movies, probably looking for a title he’s interested in, “Pulp Fiction?”
“Nah…I just saw it not too long ago.”
“Alright…” the finger moves again, “Once Upon a Time in Mexico?”
“Maybe…keep looking.” Again the finger’s moving. Suddenly there’s a mischievous smile gracing those full lips.
“8 Mile?” he asks innocently.
“Oh! You’re funny Carter, you know that?” I laugh.
“Oh come on! That B-Rabbit is so hot!” He says chuckling. I pick up a pillow and throw it at him.
“Keep looking!” I tell him. His eyes move over my body, making my dick jump.
“I am.” He says flirtatiously.
“For a movie!” I specify chuckling.
“Alright, alright! I was just enjoying the view!” he laughs and I flip him the bird. “How about Return of the King?” I think about it for a few seconds before agreeing,
“Yeah, that’s a cool movie.”
“Viggo Mortensen is just yummy!” Nick sighs like a love sick teenager.
“He’s alright” I tell him, “Personally I like Orlando Bloom more.” His mouth fall open as he looks at me in shock.
“You know…if the Backstreet Boys ever end, you could make a fortune imitating a fish!” I tell him. He picks up the pillow and throws it back at me.
“Shut up!” He laughs, “So I guess you’re into pretty boys huh?”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?” I ask by way of answer. He smiles as he gets up from the floor where he’d been seated. He walks over to me and leans over me on the couch, looking into my eyes.
“Yeah…I guess you are.” He says, a hint of awe in his voice, before leaning down to give me a soft kiss. “So have you decided on a pizza?”
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TBC?
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