Till I Collapse

Title: Till I Collapse
Author: Jade
Pairing: Eminem/Elijah Wood RPS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Notes: sequel to "Bad Influence." Real Person Slash.
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell


After their encounter, Elijah and Marshall made their separate ways home.

They had exchanged private cel phone numbers, and Marshall sat in the back of his limo, staring at the luminous display that spelled Elijah's name, and he wanted to call him already. Never mind that he probably wasn't home...

He sat back in the plush luxury of the big car. What had he done? What had they done? And why couldn't he stop thinking of Elijah? He hoped that doing what they had done would have got it out of his system, but that seemed to be far from the truth. He tossed and turned that night, troubled by his need for Elijah but more disturbed by his undiminished desire for the other man.

They'd parted a bit self-consciously, neither really knowing what to say. Not that he regretted it, but... Marshall didn't know what the etiquette was for the best blow job he'd ever had. He wanted to say he wanted more, soon, now, but he thought that sounded too needy, too greedy, too... with a groan he looked at the bedside LED. Four am. Fuck. He buried his face in the pillow. He had to get up in two hours; he was going to be wrecked. He decided then and there that he had to see Elijah again, and soon; he was losing it.

The next few days passed in a blur; he was rehearsing and writing and generally busy all day, collapsing into bed at night. He was even shorter than usual with pe ane and everyone was soon tiptoeing around him. Then the dreams began; dreams of big blue eyes and a lithe male body aleetleeting touches. He always woke up hard. He wanted to see Elijah again; no, he needed it. He resolved to call him that afternoon.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He stared at the phone again, wondering why the hell he couldn't just press the little button. Then he almost dropped the phone when it rang. He answered it after two rings, trying to sound nonchalant. It was Elijah, and his heart started to beat faster.

"Hi, Marshall! It's Elijah." As if he couldn't recognize his voice instantly.

"Hi." As much as he had wanted to talk to Elijah, now he couldn't think of a thing to say that didn't sound inane.

"I've missed you these past few days," Elijah went on softly.

"I, um, missed you too," Marshall said awkwardly. What was his problem? He could write lyrics all day, they ran off his tongue like silk, and now heldn\ldn't hold a simple conversation? "Are you in town?" Yeah, great, way to sound really pathetic.

"Yes, I am," Elijah answered, sounding breathless. Was the other man nervous too? "Do you think you might be free tonight? I know it's short notice and all..."

Marshall answered immediately. "I'm free," no longer worried that he sounded too eager. "I've... been thinking about you a lot." He didn't want to say too much; cel phones could be monitored. Suddenly he had a horribly cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. What if Elijah wanted to see him to tell him he didn't want to see him again? But he could do that over the phone more easily, though... he decided he really didn't like this feeling of being off balance all the time.

Elijah laughed, a sound that went straight to Marshall's cock. "I've thought of you a lot, too. Meet me at the LAX Hilton? Room 1125? Is around 9pm ok?"

"Sounds fine," Marshall agreed. He knew from experience with this hotel that it was easy to slip from the parking garage to the elevators without being seen from the main lobby.

"I can't wait to see you," came the breathless reply, and Elijah was gone. Marshall stared at the phone for a long moment. He couldn't wait either.

The rest of the day seemed to last forever. Marshall found himself watching the clock and unable to concentrate on anything. He went back and forth throughout the day from wanting everything to thinking he should tell Elijah that he couldn't see him again. He was doubting everything. He almost called Elijah and cancelled; but the thought of those eyes and that body and that mouth... he wasn't in the habit of lying to himself. Hew hew he was going to see Elijah. What was going to happen, he wasn't sure. That would be up to the other man. He decided to drive himself over to the Hilton; he wasn't ashamed of what he was doing but he was sure it wouldn't be good for his image. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but he felt a sense of exhilaration just knowing he would see Elijah in less than an hour. He parked his car carefully in the parking garage and made sure the hood of his white tracksuit covered most of his head. He really didn't want to have to beat the shit out of another photographer. He made his way without event to the 11th floor and hesitated only briefly before knocking.

The door opened immediately, and all his doubts and insecurities flew away as Elijah beamed up at him. "You came!" he said delightedly. He wore loose blue pants and a white t-shirt and looked so good that Marshall couldn't wait to touch him. He was so lost.

"I said I would," he answered, to cover the fact that he was tongue-tied.

"Yes, you did. Come on in," Elijah opened the door and stepped back to let Marshall in. "I'm glad you came." He closed and locked the door behind him.

Marshall turned; Elijah was leaning up against the door, smiling enigmatically at him. He tried desperately to think of something intelligent to say but the fact that he was once again alone with Elijah seemed to have lowered his IQ. He stared at Elijah for a long moment, waiting for something eloquent to occur to him, but then he said, "Fuck it," and stepped quickly over to where Elijah stood. He put one hand on either side of the other man's head, against the door. He leaned close, pinning him. He waited a beat, to make sure that Elijah wouldn't protest, then pressed the smaller man against the door with his body, bringing his face to within a centimeter of Elijah's. Huge blue eyes stared back at him, full lips curved in a half-smile. He reveled in the feeling of the body against his for a second; it felt so right. He leaned back and quickly pulled off his sweatshirt; he wore nothing underneath. Then he crushed his lips to the other man's. It was inelegant, hurried, and clumsy, but Marshall had never felt anything as hot.

Elijah responded to him immediately, wrapping his arms around Marshall's back, arching his lithe body against the muscular one, opening his mouth to Marshall's. He drowned in the kiss, rocking his hips against Elijah. He could feel the other man's erection against his thigh as Elijah shifted to straddle it. The small hands roamed overover, worshipping his hard body, and it made Marshall almost insane for more.

When they finally parted both men were breathing hard, and Elijah's blue eyes were glazed. "Bed?" the smaller man whispered, and Marshall didn't have to be asked twice. The other man seemed to like his strength, so he bent and put his shoulder to Elijah's midsection and easily lifted him over his shoulder. Elijah weighed almost nothing, and he laughed delightedly at being picked up that way. Marshall turned and walked over to the bed, holding Elijah in place on his shoulder with one hand on his ass. He could feel the hard cock pressing against him. When he got to the bed, he bent and carefully deposited Elijah on it. Elijah lay back on the huge bed, still giggling and flushed, and so heartbreakingly beautiful that it gave him pause.

Then he said enticingly, "Join me?" and Marshall hesitated no more. He crawled up on the bed, straddling the other man. Elijah pulled him down so their bodies were pressed together, their erections lining up this time. Marshall was far past worrying about the fact that he was on a bed with another man; he rocked his hips, and ran a hand under Elijah's shirt, and kissed him hard. His hand moved over Elijah's silky-smooth skin, marveling at how anything could be that soft.

They kissed and rocked against each other until Marshall knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed himself up off Elijah until their cocks no longer touched, because he was about to come in his pants. "Elijah," he panted.

The smaller man seemed to understand. "I want you inside me, Marshall. Please fuck me," Elijah breathed, stretching his arms up above his head.

"Fuck," hissed Marshall, his cock twitching in his pants at Elijah's words. "I want to, so much. But..." he trailed off, unsure.

"I'll show you everything you need to know," Elijah grinned. "It's quite easy, really."

Marshall couldn't help but smile back. "So show me. And hurry," he said in an urgent tone. "Need you."

"Thought you'd never ask," replied Elijah. "Lie back on the bed, and I'll take care of everything."

They switched places, and Elijah kneeled next to him, unfastening the tie to Marshall's pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. "Mmm," Elijah said, staring at Marshall'se ere erection. "I can't wait to feel you," he breathed.

Marshall hoped Elijah wouldn't touch him at all, because he knew he was close to release. Just being near Elijah turned him on incredibly. He watched as Elijah got off the bed and pulled off his shirt. The other man was slim and delicate and hairless, but very detelytely male. His loose pants bulged with his erection, and it looked as if he wore nothing underneath. Elijah went into the bathroom and returned quickly, carrying a small tube. He dropped it onto the bed beside Marshall and started to untie his pants. Marshall wanted to stroke his cock while he watched Elijah reveal himself, but he was too close and only wanted to release his desire in that sweet body. Finally, the pants dropped away to expose Elijah in all his glory, and he was as perfect as he had dreamed. Elijah walked to the wall switch to dim the lights, and Marshall admired the other man's firm, tight ass. He still couldn't quite believe he was here, about to fuck another man, but he wanted nothing more.

Then Elijah was walking back toward him, and climbing up on the bed with him, and Marshall almost couldn't breathe as he realized this was really happening. Elijah kneeled beside him, and opened the tube. "This is lubricant," he explained, looking at Marshall with want in his eyes. "I'll put it on you." He rubbed it with his hands, presumably to warm it, and Marshall held back a gasp as Elijah's hands encircled him, smoothing on the slippery gel. "Now..." Elijah continued, swinging his leg over Marshall and straddling him, "We get to the fun part."

Marshall held his breath as Elijah positioned himself, holding Marshall's cock upright and settling down until the tip just pressed against his entrance. Then Elijah put his hands on Marshall's chest, and slowly began to lower himself.

And Marshall slowly began to lose his mind.

At first, it seemed like there was no way, his cock would never fit, Elijah was too tight, it was impossible; and then he slid inside just an inch, and Marshall decided he was going to die, just *die*, there was no way he could survive this. Because Elijah's body was taking him in, squeezing him, surrounding his arousal with such heat and pressure and perfect friction such as he'd never felt in his life. Down, down, Elijah went, and Marshall's cock slid in more, and he grabbed handfuls of the covers to keep from arching up, to go faster. "Fuck," he panted as he looked up at Elijah. "Is this hurting you?"

The younger man looked down at him biting his lip. "No, it's just... it's been a while," he breathed. "It feels great..." he moaned so erotically that Marshall had to close his eyes and imagine something unsexy, to keep from climaxing right then.

He opened his eyes when he realized that he was fully seated inside Elijah. He looked up at him and decided he'd never seen anything more beautiful than Elijah Wood, head thrown back, face flushed, a sheen of sweat on his chest and cock hard against his own stomach, impaled on his cock.

Then Elijah started to move, and Marshall forgot to think. Slowly, he raised himself, until just the tip of Marshall's cock remained inside him. Then he let himself drop quickly, and Marshall cried out as the friction sent a wave of fire along every nerve ending. Elijah did it again and again, and soon Marshall had his hands on Elijah's hips, arching up to meet him. Marshall was moaning and Elijah was panting and it was wonderful; but not quite enough. Marshall wanted to pound into Elijah.

"Elijah," gasped Marshall. "I want to... can we turn over?"

"Oh, yes, please," Elijah moaned. "I want to feel you on top of me, please..." He raised up carefully, and Marshall's erection pulled free of his body, and Marshall had never felt so bereft. Elijah whimpered, and lay back on the bed, saying, "Hurry..."

Marshall didn't need to be told twice. He moved in between Elijah's spread legs eagerly, pressing his arousal against Elijah's entrance, and pushing as gently as he could.

"Harder," urged Elijah. "Want you back inside, you won't hurt me, please... fuck me, Marshall..."

Marshall growled then; he hadn't known he could make such a sound but he'd never felt this way before, so damn needy. He pushed, hard, and slid back inside Elijah's body like he was meant to be there. Elijah gasped, saying, "*Yes*," and Marshall began to stroke.

It really wasn't that different after all; the angle was slightly changed and it was so much *tighter*, but the mechanics were something he was quite familiar with. He held Elijah's legs apart as he built up speed, watching the other man's face for signs of pain. There were none, and Elijah gasped encouragement, so he moved his hands to either side of Elijah's face and began to fuck him in earnest.

Elijah clung to him and gasped, mouth open and getting louder every moment. Marshall looked down as Elijah slid his hand between them and started to pump his own cock. "You're so good, Marshall... I'm going to come... fuck me harder..."

Marshall hadn't thought it could get any better, but seeing Elijah stroke himself as he pounded into him make him lose all control. He thrust again, as hard as he could, and watched as Elijah's cock jerked, pulsing out his seed all over his stomach. His name was wrenched from those full lips and suddenly the channel that hugged his cock got even tighter. Elijah was climaxing, and his muscles clenched around Marshall excruciatingly. Nothing could have kept him from release now, and with two more thrusts he surrendered, screaming Elijah's name as he filled the other man with his passion. He froze in the throes of the most intense climax of his life, pleasure flooding over him, making him think he was going to die from the sheer perfection of it.

He had just enough presence of mind to roll to the side before his arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed next to Elijah, who was still panting. He looked at the other man, and tried to find his voice. "Was that ok?"

Elijah laughed, rolling onto his side to face Marshall. "Do you really need to ask?"

Marshall looked down. "I... wanted to be sure..."

Elijah tilted his head back up with a finger. "You were incredible. Even more so than I thought you'd be."

Marshall flashed him a rare smile. "You inspired me."

Elijah smiled. "Does this mean we can do this again sometime?"

"Do you think I'm letting you go?"

The End...