Unexpected

Title: Unexpected (11/?)

By: Line

Rating: 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…

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Chapter 11

Marshall’s POV:

Holy shit. Holy Motherfucking Shit! I just had a dick in my mouth. I just had Nick Carter’s DICK in my MOUTH! I just gave Nick Carter a blowjob, and apparently it was good. Huh. I guess mommy-dearest was right. I’m a cocksucker. Oh and I like it too. I fucking came without even touching my own dick.


That’s actually fucking embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve done that since I was a fucking teenager and I woke up from a wet dream.

I look up at Nick to see how he’s doing, ‘cause I sure as fuck don’t know whether to be panicking or…No, I just need to get over my fucking issues. I like sucking cock. It’s not the end of the world…yet. But it most likely will be if anyone finds out. Fuck it. I’m just gonna make sure no one finds out.

Anyway, back to Nick. He looks like someone sucked his brain out through his dick. I can almost feel a smug little smirk wanting to emerge on my face. Well…If I’m gonna be a cocksucker, at least it looks like I’m a good one.

“Holy hell!” He finally says, completely breathless. His cheeks are flushed, and his hair is sticking up on all directions, like he’s been pulling it. Basically he looks fucked out…And we haven’t even fucked yet.

Now I can’t hold the smirk back anymore as I snicker,

“That good huh?” I ask.

“Oh my god! Marshall, you….I…are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Fuck yes I’m sure.” I’m laughing now, and Nick is beginning to chuckle as well.

“Well, if you ever decide to quit music, you could definitely make a fortune using that mouth for something other than rapping.”

“Fuck you!” I say with a laugh as I launch myself up onto the bed beside him.

“Later. I’m not sure I can even lift my pinky right now, let alone my entire body.” He turns his head to look at me, and there’s a soft smile on his face.

I lean over and give him a gentle kiss before dropping back to my own side of the bed,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I can feel my eyes getting heavier and I’m having a hard time staying awake.

Nick’s POV:

I think that was the best blow job I’ve ever gotten. No, I know it was. First of all, Marshall is a fucking natural. Whoa! But more than that, it was the fact that it was Marshall. I’m falling for him so hard, and I don’t know what to do. I think he’s feeling the same, but knowing his history regarding love, and the fact that I’m a guy, I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Maybe he’ll decide this isn’t what he wants.

I look over at him, and I see he’s fallen asleep. I look over his face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so relaxed. There’s even a tiny little smile curving his lips. I can’t help the sigh that escapes me. It’s not a sad sigh though, it’s a happy one. I’ve never been happier than I am right now, despite all of the insecurities entailed in this…relationship or whatever it is.

I could see myself being with him for the rest of my life. My heart speeds up a little as that thought crosses my mind. Okay, I knew I was falling for him, but forever? That’s a little fast, even for me. What the hell is this guy doing to me?

I decide to stamp down the little flutter curling in my stomach at the thought that what we have could actually be something. He’s Marshall Mathers, Eminem, Slim fucking Shady. I can’t get my hopes up, that he’s actually looking for more than a fling and some really really amazing sex.

Even if he’s already told me that he’s here for more than sex, I can’t help letting my insecurities get the better of me. Even if he did want more than a fling, what the hell would we do? It’s not like we can just announce to the world that Eminem and Nick Carter are a couple. And then there’s Hailie. She’s the most important person in the world to him, any idiot who hasn’t been living under a rock knows that. Would he really get in a relationship with me, of all people, and introduce me to his daughter? I don’t think so. And of course, we can’t forget all his buddies in the biz. It’s not like Hip Hop is exactly known for their acceptance of homosexuality.

No…It’s better to nip this in the bud. Get what I can get, while I can get it. But I need to keep reminding myself that this isn’t more than it is.

It’s too late to try to avoid falling. I’ve accepted that. and when Marshall decides it’s time to end this, I’ll deal and move on.

I’ll get over it. I think. It might take time, but I’m sure I can get over it.

My attention is drawn back to Marshall as he sighs in his sleep and mumbles something that almost sounds like my name. I smile softly.

Then I feel an arm being thrown over my stomach and I can’t help lacing my fingers though his, stroking my thumb up and down softly.

He snuffles and moves closer to me, throwing a leg over mine. I chuckles softly, trying not to wake him.

Who would have thought Eminem was a snuggler. Not that I mind. I love snuggling, especially with Marshall. His arm tightens around me and I sigh, closing my eyes. I can feel sleep tugging at me and I can’t keep up the fight against it anymore. Even if would have preferred staying awake and savoring lying here in Marshall’s arms.

I’m turning into such a fucking girl.

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TBC.