Last Show Baby, Let's Go

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(Marshall's POV)

He awoke with a random burst of energy. He had been tired from the day before, or better yet the whole week, but he suddently felt a surge of energy. The last show was always the best and more exciting than the first. It was bitter sweet. He laid there excited to get to the show and took in the sweet smell of Dre's cologne. He cuddled closer and traced his fingers down Dre's chest. He was ready to get up but didn't want to wake him so he turned on some TV instead and laid there content for another hour or so. Once Dre woke up they decided to just stay in bed and hang out until it was time to get ready, like they had done with the past 2 shows. Staying in bed meant that a makeout session would occur at any minute and lead to pleasures unimaginable.  He wished they could just spend the whole day in bed together. If only he had an extra day. Time eventually came for them to get ready and head out.

When it was time for the show they did it extra big. They let the crowd wait cheering his name for a little longer to build suspense. He threw in a few extra songs, talked a bit, and just had a good time. He even took a selfie with the crowd part of the way through his set. Dre came out with a grand entrance and the crowd went crazy. He knew Dre didn't really like performing but he also knew that Dre would do anything for him. And even though Dre didn't like the attention, he really looked like he enjoyed being on stage. It was almost intimate when they were up there together but it was a different kind of intimacy. A kind that had stayed there throughout the decades they had performed together. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves while they were up there and even did a double encore before finally saying goodnight. He wasn't ready for the rush to end yet. It was just too good of a show. They stayed behind for a while and took pictures, met fans, walked the festival for a bit. It was a blast. The last show always was. It was about 3a.m. before they finally decided to call it a night.

They headed back to the hotel. By the time they got there he barely had enough energy to make it to the shower. He went all out and had run himself dry. He could see the tired on Dre's face too. They took a quick shower together and cuddled in bed. They turned on the TV which was pointless. After only a few minutes of laying together in those sheets with the room running ice cold at the mercy of the A/C, they were out like a light.

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