Wild West Candy Kingdom Junction (Gumshall/ Gumllee)

The Mayor got kidnapped

“Guess who’s back in town, Sweaties?!” Marshall appeared, opening the doors of the hall, with a handgun held high in the air. “I believe that i left something that is rightfully mine. A piece of candy that, you could say, is pink, sweet, beautiful and undoubtedly delicious.” His gaze went unmistakable to Gumball. Marshall even gave Gumball a wink as he strutted closer to head of the room, the heels of his leather boots clicking on the ground with every step.

Oh lord was Marshall’s voice luscious as Gumball remembered it, perhaps even more now that he could hear it in actual reality instead of his fantasies. the tone of it made Gumball shudder, he didn’t know weather he placed that hand over his own mouth in surprise of Marshall’s appearance or to suppress a moan. Or perhaps use this siad hand to slap him like Gumball should instead

Marshall had always been one of those fellers who looked like they should be posing for magazines in the big city but, Damn, rustic sexiness that he had to be criminal. It just had to be against the law the way that his green tan button up shirt left nothing to the imagination or the fact that it made Gumball shake in his shoes because he was overwhelmed with the urge to rip the shirt off. Gumball wanted to run away but he was motionless, staring at the way marshall walked over to him in the slight sway of his hips. The way the fabric of his tight fitting dark pants moved against his crotch. It was too much. far too much for him. It made Gumball hot and bothered in places he had not been hot and bothered in a long time, far too long by the feel of it. Gumball prayed that he wouldn’t fall from the lack of feeling and control in his legs.

“Oh Bubah,” At the use of his first name ,Gumball released a shuddering breath. The way Marshall let his name roll of his tongue was just so intoxicatingly alluring, Gumball had been craving it like a alcoholic to whiskey. “I see you’ve missed me as much as i missed you.” Marshall suggestively looked Gumball’s body up and down with full intent, licking his lips on purpose, making Gumball press his hand to his forehead and breath a little beeper.

He wanted Marshall to stop to outright flipping stop because the stimulation was too much. Gumball could feel the adrenaline pulse through his veins like a haunting beat, the amount of it so much so that he was shaking. He had to convince himself that his shaking was from rag and not the million other things his body was feeling right now. He was feeling far too much. He had to stay in control because control was collected, orderly, and made things okay. To lose control was to give into disaster. the room seemed too small now that his emotions, his pulse, his mind, his head was too big, and that Marshall Lee was there so large.

It didn’t help that the room was silent, watching this all play out.

Braco in a jealous rage grabbed Gumball pulling him back in his arms and shielded him in his embrace as Marshal was only two yards in front of him.

“Who are you?!” Braco yelled. “Gumball never lets me call him by his first name!”

Marshall let out a laugh, “I should be asking who the fuck are you, but it seems that you are the petty boy toy-”

“-I am not. He is my lover,” Braco clinged to Gumball, the grip imprinting the fabric in strained stressed ripples and folds, while Gumball had a hard time controlling his breathing patterns. When did the temperature of the hall get so warm again? Perhaps the summer heat had already started.

“But i bet you never made love like we did,” Marshall added with a smirk. the crowd gasped Braco turned to Gumball.Gumball could not deny that. He had become far less intimate with everyone after Marshall left. through himself head first in work in order like he thought he should do as a lead, as a mayor of this town. Gumball didn’t even let Braco kiss him for more than two seconds and Gumball could not deny that him and Marshall did far much more than that.