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Disclaimer: This story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality or personal lives of the celebrities mentioned. Adult (m/m) content, probably foul language, don't be illegal, stuff like that. Any likeness to people personally known to me is either purely coincidental and unintended, or devoid of malevolence.
NEEDING YOU CHAPTER 27 By Neqs
Marshall leaned forward to devour Lance's mouth, possessively wrapping his arms around the other man's neck. "Mine," he breathed out huskily.
"Yours."
For a moment Marshall was satisfied, but then he pulled back slightly to glare at his fiance. "You think it was funny to tease me like that? You were very bad...what do you think I should do?"
Lance gasped when Marshall shifted his weight on his stiffening cock. "I think you should, ah, punish me," he managed to gasp out before throwing his head back, succeeding only in making Marshall attack the pale expanse of his neck. The rapper's hungry mouth made him whimper and twitch, his hands mapping Marshall's broad back aimlessly, drifting down until they were cupping the firm swell of his ass.
Marshall murmured encouragingly when Lance's fingers danced over his opening, growling when he hesitated to go further. "Lube, we need lube." Lube was good, that much he could remember even in his ultra-aroused state.
"James, do you remember why this is our favorite bath oil? It smells so good and it makes everything so soft and slippery..." Marshall waited for Lance to make the connection.
"Oh! Right. I should just-" Marshall just hissed when the first finger slid in, pushing down to draw it in deeper.
"More!"
Lance was happy to comply, adding a second finger and twisting them around, making sure to hit the special spot inside Marshall.
"Oh fucking yes! You, in me, now!"
Lance moaned at the feral command, and held his throbbing cock in place while Marshall rose up and sat back down in one smooth movement that stole Lance's breath away.
He couldn't think, he could only feel the excruciating pleasure. It wasn't just the sweetly searing friction that threatened to throw him over before they'd even started; the sight of Marshall, slick with water and oil and sweat, flushed from heat and passion, rocking over him, was more than any man could be expected to take and not come. The sounds he was making, low and demanding and wild as he twisted almost viciously on the down-stroke, made Lance slump back and gasp for breath.
Marshall was the only man who could own him, take him, no matter if he was on top or on the bottom. Maybe it was just one facet of their feelings for one another, or just something unique to Marshall, but he made Lance feel captured even when he was inside Marshall, making slow, sweet love to him.
There was nothing slow about this coupling, though. It was hot and feverish and Lance was almost sobbing with his need for relief. His arms were locked around Marshall's waist, but the rapper was in full control of his movements. He allowed Lance to hold him and to thrust up slightly, but anything else he protested to, vehemently. Of course, Lance had nothing against this, and he moaned happily around Marshall's tongue when the blonde increased his pace.
"Em, baby, please..." There was nothing wrong with begging, Lance thought. Begging was a respectful and honest way to communicate your needs and wants. What was dignity good for when you could have so...much...fun...And then his entire body was quaking uncontrollably and Marshall was cussing so beautifully above him...
"Oh God!" Marshall groaned as he collapsed on Lance's heaving chest.
"Mm," was all Lance could say. He felt like his brain had turned into mush and shot through his dick, and yes he knew it wasn't physically possible, but the feeling was there. Oh, was it ever. Besides, his mushed, shot-through-dick brain couldn't focus enough to formulate a better metaphor.
"Come on love, we've got to get out of the water and into the bed before you fall asleep."
"Bed," Lance agreed sleepily, his eyelids suddenly heavy. Why was Marshall chuckling? The reason didn't really matter, except that Lance sort of wanted to store it into his memory so that he could use it later to make Marshall happy again. Making Marshall happy, that was his purpose in life from now on. Lance smiled beatifically at the thought, his eyes almost closed as Marshall helped him out of the tub, enfolding him in a huge, soft towel. Lance worked his mouth, trying to kiss his lover, who was drying his hair.
"Stand still, love. I don't want you to fall over and hurt yourself."
"Love." With great effort, Lance opened his eyes enough to see the man in front of him. Right now, he was looking at Lance all silent, but his eyes were full of amusement and love, need, want, pride, and infinite tenderness. "Bed?" Another chuckle revealed that Lance's attempt at seduction had failed.
"That's right, James, we're going to bed now, to sleep. That's when you close your eyes and lay all quiet, and don't fuck like rabbits."
"Rabbits," said Lance, nodding solemnly.
"Damn, you're too cute for words when you're dead tired, sleepy boy."
And then they were moving and then they were lying down on a soft thingy and Marshall was holding him close, keeping him warm and safe and forever loved.
Waking up to the sensation of having the head of your cock alternately licked and sucked was really the best thing in the world, Marshall decided. That was until the skilled tongue bathing his erect dick traveled down, taking a wet, hot tunnel with it. The finger probing his anus, still stretched from the previous night's exertions, was the last straw before he spent himself down Lance's throat with a hoarse yell.
"Good morning," he heard Lance murmur when he crept up his body.
"Fucking excellent morning if you ask me," he mumbled, hooking an arm around Lance and drawing him close. They shared a long, unhurried kiss before Marshall awakened enough to take notice of the small, rhythmic thrusts of Lance's hips against his side.
"Something I can help you with, lover?"
"Feel free..." Marshall was just getting ready to drive Lance crazy with pleasure when there was an authoritative knock on the door. They froze, Marshall in irritation and Lance in dawning realization.
"Oh, shit!"
Marshall sat back on his haunches, narrowing his eyes at his sleep-tousled fiance. "Is there something you need to tell me, James?"
"Um, yeah, I might have forgotten to tell you...in fact, I'd really forgotten about it at all. Don't be mad, okay?"
Marshall met Lance's pleading gaze with a mild glare. "Should I be?"
"Ah, uh, maybe? You see, tomorrow's is the last concert of the tour, and I sort of might have maybe invited my mother to see it."
The room was silent for a heart beat. It must have been Lance's heart, because Marshall looked like his heart had just stopped beating altogether. "Your mother," he finally choked out. "Your mother was on the other side of that door when I had your dick in my mouth!"
Lance blushed slightly. "Well, yeah, I guess. I'm sure she didn't hear anything, though, the walls are pretty thick." That didn't diminish Marshall's obvious mortification. Moaning and whimpering quietly, the rapper hid his face in his hands for a moment until another, more impatient knock startled him out of his shock. His head snapped up and his eyes drilled into Lance.
"Do not, I repeat, do NOT let her in here! This place reeks of sex. Arrange for us to meet somewhere private in an hour. I'm taking a shower." And with that he stormed to the bathroom, leaving Lance sitting alone on the bed and feeling slightly embarrassed and dazed.
"Oops..." His rueful grin went wasted on the empty room. The only other sounds were the increasingly impatient knocking on the door, and the sound of a shower running at full blast.
"James!" His mother's greeting was, as usual, full of affection. She hugged her son warmly, showing no irritation at the slight change of plans. Lance hugged her back and smiled nervously, glancing at Marshall, who was standing hesitantly by the door.
"Won't you introduce me to your boyfriend, honey?"
Lance couldn't put it into words, but at that exact moment, everything just seemed to click, to fall in place. "Mama, I'd like you to meet my fiance, Marshall Mathers. Marshall, my mother Diane Bass."
For a second she seemed frozen in shock, then she beamed at both of them. "Oh, I'm so happy! When did this happen?"
Marshall looked at Lance pleadingly, but the singer seemed content to defer the question to him. Still feeling uncharacteristically timid, he cleared his throat and spoke in a quiet voice. "Yesterday, actually. I flew in early to surprise James."
Diane seemed to look at him very carefully but without suspicion. She smiled as she evidently found what she was looking for in Marshall's eyes. "Oh yes, you'll do." And with that she wrapped the startled man in a strong but gentle embrace, offering surprising protectiveness as well as her blessing.
"Welcome to the family, Marshall," she said quietly into his ear. Marshall made a choked sound against her shoulder, and when he pulled back his eyes were suspiciously moist. "Now, normally I'd give you the whole speech to warn you against ever hurting my James, but I don't think I need to. Am I right?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'd never do anything to hurt him, I love him. I'd sooner jump off a building than see him hurt, but then that'd hurt him, so I guess I'll just do my best to keep him happy." Marshall, having recovered from his earlier moment of emotion, had regained some of his usual impishness, laced with the love and contentedness that never went away completely nowadays.
"Oh, you're clever! Now, we can talk more while we have breakfast, I want to hear all about what's been happening in my sons' lives!"
Slightly bemused but very happy, Lance and Marshall allowed themselves to be led to the sofa by one special lady.
"You're what?" From the stunned look on Joey's face, and on the faces of the other guys, not everybody had expected the news. Lance squeezed Marshall's hand and sat up straighter.
"We're getting married." Surely they couldn't have a problem with this?
"Yeah, that's what I thought I heard. Wow. So...which is which?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Which is the bride?" Marshall knew that Joey was just joking in his good-natured way, but it was time he got some of his own back.
"I thought we'd both be. It's not like we haven't done drag before, on our music videos for instance."
The laughter that followed seemed to release the rest of the guys from their momentary shock.
"Whoa! This is so great! I've never been to a gay wedding before!" The others turned to watch Justin, amused by the way he'd stressed the word "gay," his voice full of wonder.
"Um, Jus, you are gay."
"Yeah. So? It's a wedding! Even better, it's a gay wedding!"
Shaking his head affectionately, JC pulled Justin closer and quieted him with a kiss and a few caresses, giving the others a chance to speak.
"I can't believe my little boy is getting married," Chris sniffed, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye. Then he grew serious. "Take good care of my little brother, okay? He's special."
Marshall nodded solemnly. "I will, and believe me, I know that he's something very special."
"Wow. You're going to be, like, so happy together. I mean, look at you. Beautiful. You've got something beautiful going, Lance, Marshall."
The men in question shared a smile at the rambling but heartfelt benediction. "Thanks Jace. That means a lot to me, to us."
"So, when's the wedding?" They turned to look at Joey.
"Not quite yet. We need time to prepare it, and the guests have to know early enough beforehand so that they can change their schedules accordingly. Besides, mother wants to make a huge deal of it, of course, so the preparations might take months!" Lance grinned happily - now that he knew Marshall was here to stay, he was in no special hurry to get married.
"We also want to come out first, so that the commotion can die down a bit," Marshall added.
It was more than a little humbling, that kind of acceptance. Marshall was used to having to prove himself time after time, and he guessed he really had gone through some testing somewhere along the line - but he'd passed it and now he was one of them. Part of the gang, a member of the family. And the funny part was, the only thing they wanted from him was the thing he loved most doing; loving Lance and never hurting him. It might not have been easy to prove, but it was relatively effortless to deliver.
Marshall still blushed when he thought back to proposing Lance, for many different reasons. Part of him was embarrassed to have been such a romantic sap, but Lance had made it worth it for him ten times over. Another thing about the proposal that made him blush was the memory of what happened afterwards. He'd been pretty...wild, but hey, he'd just declared mutual ownership with the man he adored, so he figured he had the right to feel a little frisky.
And yet a third facet of the night that made his cheeks flush with color was pride. Silly as it sounded, he was proud of himself for having the guts to make the gesture, and to feel what went beyond just any gesture. He didn't have a father to pat his back, because the bastard had run away, the coward - so he did it himself. While he respected Dre as a musician, valued his friendship, and owed him for getting his career started, theirs wasn't really a father-son relationship. They were on a more equal standing than they could have been had they been related by blood.
Speaking of blood ties...Marshall stopped to wonder what his mother would think when she heard that he'd come out and that he was getting married to another man. He knew she'd probably spew some bigoted crap, but he wasn't very concerned. He'd stopped letting her get to him years ago. Mostly, he just chuckled when he thought of the shock she had coming, wishing he could see the look on the witch's face when she heard the news...it was going to be priceless.
Blood was such a strange thing. What did actually mean when people shared the same blood? They were related, that much was obvious. But what effect did it have, how could someone obliged to take care of you care for you more than a person who did it from his or her free will? His father had walked out on him, his mother had neglected and betrayed him: Marshall had nothing but contempt and bitterness for them.
And then came this woman, who didn't know him at all, and who'd heard all the bad things about him...and accepted him just the way he was. He knew that he hadn't exactly earned the acceptance by his own right, but with his love for Lance. Still, he'd show that he deserved it, that he was a good man. Even if at the moment he was, to them, just an extension of Lance, he was hopeful that one day they'd like and respect him on his own account.
"Babe?" Marshall had taken care to put Lance into a comfort zone before breaching the topic. They were currently curled together on the wide sofa, Lance's back against Marshall's chest, sharing a big bowl of ice cream and watching some Friends re-runs.
"Hmm?" Whatever Lance might have said was lost when he moaned around a large spoonful of chocolate mint ice cream. Marshall willed his nether parts to stay quiescent despite Lance's sounds of pleasure. He'd been stalling long enough.
"Your mother, she's great, I really like her," he said suddenly, causing Lance to turn his head and blink at him in mild confusion.
"That's great, she likes you too."
"And, um, I was wondering about your father." There. He'd said it.
Lance's smile disappeared. "We...we don't talk that much. We started growing apart when I was a teenager and began to form my own opinions and principles. He's there, but he's not, you know?"
"I guess I do, love. I'll always be there for you, no matter what."
"I know."
'And maybe that conversation wasn't as horrible as I feared,' Marshall thought before losing himself into a leisurely kiss.
TBC...
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