Unexpected

Unexpected (9b/?) Friday Part III
Title: Unexpected (9b/?) Friday – Part III
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…

**I'm so so so sorry it's taken me so long to write this, but I feel like I'm getting back in the saddle again, and hopefully it won't be years before the next part is out! lol I'm going on vacation soon, and I hope to get some time to do some writing there. I'll be in L.A./ Las Vegas, so I should be able to get some inspiration.

Also, I know this prt is really short, but I figured I would post it anyway, just to let you all know this fic is not dead! lol

Previous parts can be found here: http://www.perfect-bloom.com/Storyline/story.php?no=272

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Marshall’s POV

Carter is one sexy little bitch. That’s all I can say. The way he looks up at me through his eyelashes, being all shy and shit makes me wanna just rip of his clothes and fuck him right here.

But when he suggests that we move this up to the bedroom, my dick tells me that’s a really great idea, and who am I to argue? So I lean down, planting a soft kiss on his lips before moving off of him.
When I’m standing beside the couch I reach down one of my hands to help him up and when he takes it I feel a jolt of…something shoot through me.

Walking up the stairs with Nick attached to my lips is a lot more difficult than I expected. Of course there are factors that contribute to the difficulty. Like, for example, the fact that I can’t see where I’m going due to me having my eyes closed most of the time. It’s funny, cause I don’t usually close my eyes when I’m kissing, but with Nick it’s like I can’t keep my eyes open. And it’s not because I don’t want to see who I’m kissing. I know who I’m kissing so what difference would it make. It’s more like I can’t help it. Every time I kiss him, or he kisses me, I just sorta let go. And in letting go, my eyes close. Huh.

The difficulty is also because Nick is walking backwards up the stairs which means he’s always at least one step up from me. Combine that with the fact that he’s already taller than me and difficulty inevitably ensues.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Nick stumbles. He grabs my t-shirt in an attempt to steady himself but it only results in me falling down with him.

We hit the stairs with multiple thumps and then, for a moment, everything is quiet. We just stare at each other. I see tears well up in his eyes, and for a moment I panic. I hate tears. I can’t stand them. Whenever someone cries I’m at a loss for what to do. I know I should comfort them, but I don’t know how. I’ve never learned. The only person I know how to comfort it Hailie. Nick must have hurt himself in the fall. I can see no other reason for the tears. But if there are tears, then he must have hurt himself badly. Shit.

All of a sudden a strange noise escapes him. Sort of a cross between a snort and a wheeze. What the hell? Apparently my confusion is what makes the straw break or something because now he’s howling with laughter, tears streaming down his face.

Oh…that’s why there were tears. He was trying not to laugh! Suddenly I find myself starting to chuckle. Chuckles turn into genuine laughter and then suddenly I’m howling too. So much in fact, I accidentally fall down another step just from rolling around. This just makes us laugh even more, because the situation is so ridiculous.

Finally the laughter dies down, and we’re both breathing heavily. Every once in a while a small chuckle will escape one of us, but mostly we’re just trying to get some semblance of control back.

“God we’re pathetic.” I say breathlessly, though not ‘trying-to-be-sexy’ breathless. Just plain ol’ breathless. Nick chuckles again.

“I know!” He says and leans down, planting a kiss on my lips, “Come on.” He stands up and reached down a hand to me. I grab it and get on my feet again. Slowly he starts leading me up the stairs. This time the only thing attached to him is my hand in his. I think that’s safer.

**Nick’s POV**

When we finally make it to the bedroom, we just kinda stand there not knowing what to do. Which, actually only adds to the pathetic-ness that is us. I mean, I don’t know how he wants to proceed from here. I decide that I’ll kiss him and just let it go from there. Kissage is good. We’ve done that before. Nothing new there.

I turn around so I face Marshall, and when I look into his eyes I can see he’s really friggin’ nervous. Actually I can’t really look into his eyes, ‘cause they flickering back and forth. I need to do something.

“Marsh? Marshall look at me.” I say, hoping he’ll do it. And he does! Go me! “Relax, okay? We’ll go slow.” He smiles a little as I say this, and I’m thinking hey! I rock! But then…

“Maybe I don’t wanna go slow.” Huh? What? “Maybe, just maybe I wanna fuck you so bad I can’t even see straight.” Oh hello little Nicky, glad to know you’re still alive. Not that I ever doubted…er…Marshall’s moving closer. He looks like a predator, getting ready to jump his prey. And I think I’m the prey! Eep!

I barely register Marshall looming over me…wait…over me? Oh, apparently I’m suddenly sitting on the bed. Anyway, I barely register that before his lips claim mine. And I do mean claim. The way he kisses me…It’s like…like…like he wants to own me, possess me. It’s so fucking hot and I feel like I’m not even breathing anymore, but I know I am, ‘cause I can hear it, vaguely.

Who knew Marshall could go all caveman, in a sexy way, over me? Not that I’m complaining or anything, ‘cause damn if this isn’t hot. I’m beginning to feel a little dizzy and I can’t figure out whether it’s from the kissing or...Marshall begins kissing down my neck, which means I can take a breath now, and that helps with the dizziness, but only a little. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life.

My hands are moving frantically over Marshall’s back, I just wanna touch him everywhere at once, but really, the first step to the touching has to be getting him out of the shirt he’s wearing, not that he doesn’t look incredibly sexy with the shirt on, but skin is very good and I wanna touch his 5 minutes ago.

I let my hands slide down his back and over his ass before I grab the hem of the shirt and start pulling it up. When I can’t get the shirt any further I wait for Marshall to lift up so I can remove it completely, but nothing happens. I mean, something happens, but not him lifting up. He’s attached to my neck and I think I’m gonna have a huge hickey tomorrow, not that I care. He’s emitting these tiny little moans that just shoot straight to Nick jr. and what was I doing again? Oh yeah, shirt, off.

“Marshall, lift up.” I tell him and he doesn’t respond, so I let go of the shirt and grab his face instead, moving in to give him a quick kiss, before looking into his eyes. His pupils are completely blown, and his hair, although short, is sticking up in all directions, and I don’t think he’s ever looked this good before. I take a deep breath and tell him to take off his shirt. For a moment he looks a little confused, but this sexy little smirk starts forming on his lips, and I can’t help but moan a little. God I’m so turned on.

He lifts up and removes the shirt and before it’s even all the way over his head I’m reaching forward and running my hands up and down his chest. He’s so hot, literally, and I feel like I might get burned, but I don’t care.

He enjoys my caresses for about 10 seconds before he’s lifting me up and pulling my shirt over my head. As soon as he leans down again, and our chests touch, it’s like a bolt of lightning runs through us both. We both moan and then we’re kissing frantically again.

TBC?