The sun came piercing in through the thin curtains, it had to be about noon. Dre laid there with Marshall in his arms and took the time to think. He knew he had a wife and kids back home but he didn't want to think about that right now. Memories rushed through his mind of all the good times he and Marsh had had together. The up in smoke tour. Countless recording sessions. Going to clubs together. They had changed so much, it almost felt like that was another life. He held Marshall close to him and kissed the top of his sweet pale forehead. He kissed his head a few times before making his way to his lips. He didn't want to wake him but he couldn't help it. His lips were just so soft and Marshall slept with this cute little pouty face. Dre kissed the sides of his mouth until they curled into a soft smile. Marshall started to laugh gently. A smile crept across Dre's face as Marsh giggled. He stroked Marshall's beard for a while. He still looked so young. He was in his mid 40s but damn he still looked 30. He didn't care how young Marshall looked though, that didn't matter to him. He loved this boy regardless of how well he'd aged. He has felt a need to take care of him since they met. That's why he paid for his rent and groceries and all that other shit the first year they started working together. He wanted Marshall to be well taken care of. He was glad that he was in a place where he could take care of himself now. Although he kinda missed Marshall having to rely on him for stuff.
"Marsh, we might wanna get up. We have to be at the festival by 6."
"Why do I need to get up if the festival is at 6? What time is it?"
"11:15"
"That's like 7 hours from now" Marshall said while snuggling into Dre
"I mean if you just wanna lay here all day I'm fine with that. Up to you."
"I kinda do actually."
"Okay." Dre pulled him close "you're not hungry or anything?"
"No. Why are you?"
"Nah. Just making sure you're good. We probably need to eat before the show though."
"I haven't done anything to work up an appetite." Marshall said while giving Dre a look
Dre chuckled and sat up
"Is that so? You haven't done anything lately that might have taken up all your energy huh?" Dre joked while placing a kiss on Marshall's neck.
"That's probably because you weren't the one doing all the work."
Dre laid back and pulled Marshall on top of him. He kissed him deeply while Marsh started to grind on him, cowboy style. He grabbed onto Marshall's ass and continued to squeeze it while he did this. He moved his hand from Marshall's ass and instead grabbed his own dick and held it steady so he could stick it in. He teased Marshall with the tip before actually pushing inside of him. Marsh slowly started to ride him. He could tell that Marshall was trying to get a hang of it. He held onto Marshall's hips and helped him bounce up and down.
"Slow it down a little bit Marsh. Don't pull it out too much... there you go baby. Just like that."
Dre moved his own hips along with Marshall's, he wanted to get as deep as he could. Marshall was his and only his and he wanted to make sure Marshall knew that. Despite Marshall being on top, Dre started to pound him harder. He watched as Marshall's cheeks started to get flushed. Marsh furled his brow and bit his lip. Marshall gripped onto Dre's forearms as Dre held onto his hips and went harder. Dre could feel himself getting close but he didn't want it to end yet so he let go of Marshall's hips and let him continue to go at his own pace. He grabbed onto Marshall's cock and let Marsh's own hip motions control how fast Dre stroked him. He was going to make Marshall work for it. Marshall would start riding fast, so Dre would stroke him fast. After a while Marsh would slow down, so Dre would slow down. Marshall whined every time he did this. Dre looked up at Marshall who was giving him a pleading face. Dre smirked
'Baby boy desperately wants me to make him cum' he thought to himself
He continued to play this little game with Marshall for a while before deciding to give in to his little white boy's wishes.
He started to stroke Marshall a bit faster, regardless of how fast Marshall was going. It didn't take long before Marshall gripped Dre's forearms harder while his cum shot out onto Dre's chest. Dre grabbed Marshall's hips and started to pound him again. He noticed that Marshall started to tense up. It took him a minute before he realized that Marshall did this every time his tip hit a certain spot.
Interesting.
Dre repositioned his hips so that he would hit that spot dead on every time he thrusted into Marshall. Marshall threw his head back and dug his nails into Dre's arms. He started to whine a bit but Dre kept going. Dre kept hitting that spot harder and harder, he watched as Marshall's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Dre could feel himself getting close again. He hit that spot hard one more time and this time came as he did it. Feeling Dre cum on that spot had to be Marshall's breaking point. Almost in unison, Marshall's dick started to drip cum. And a lot of it. Dre didn't even have to touch him. Dre pulled Marshall's face to his and kissed him deeply.
"Are you okay?"
Marshall just nodded, with his eyes still closed. Marsh was love drunk, Dre could tell. That's how you know the sex was good. As Marshall moved off of him, Dre noticed that he had came so much in Marshall that it dripping. Marsh laid next to him, they didn't even bother cleaning up yet. They were just careful not to get anything on the sheets for the time being. He could feel that Marshall was shaking a little bit.
"Did that work up your appetite?" Dre joked
Marsh, still with his eyes closed, just smirked in response. Dre kissed his forehead.
"...hey." Dre said softly.
"Hm?..."
"In 2 weeks you might wanna take a pregnancy test."
"Oh shut up!" Marshall laughed
"What?" Dre joked "You don't wanna my babies?"
"I never said that. Moving a bit fast though aren't we? You already want me to have your kids?"
"Fast? It's only been about 20 years what the fuck are you talking about?" Dre said while kissing his forehead. "Really though. If you could get pregnant, you would be after all that."
The two continued to joke
"Man, I don't know what I'd do if I actually ended up pregnant some how."
"Well you'd have to stop doing shows for a while."
"You expect me to just give up my career for a while to have your kid?"
"Yeah why not? I make enough money for the both of us."
"Man, could you imagine? Ay. Sorry Paul I can't do any shows for a while, I'm pregnant with Dre's kid."
They laughed together
They continued to joke and talk for a while before falling back asleep. That's just how the day went for them in the time they had before the show. They would talk, fall asleep, wake up, fuck again, and repeat the cycle. They did this for a while before getting food delivered to their room and then getting ready for that nights show.
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Spend Some Time (Em & Dre)
Fanfiction⚠️Finished!!⚠️ Long but worth the read. Eminem is in Florida for a week long festival and is wondering how he's going to spend his days there by himself. Luckily he's got someone to keep him company.
