Fic: Gay For Pay - Part 3 of 3 - Eminem (NC-17)
Title: Gay For Pay (3/3)
By: Line
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.
Pairing: None really, but I guess you could say Eminem/OMC
Disclaimer: I don’t know Eminem. 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…
Author Notes: Sort of a What-if fic. It is AU all the way. Also, this takes place in the late 1990’s. Kim and Marshall aren’t together any more.
Also, if this is well received, it might turn into a series of stories. But we’ll see. lol
Summary: Marshall never made it as a rapper. Now he’s desperate to make some money to provide for his little girl, Hailie.
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Chapter 3
He focused his eyes back on the movie playing on the TV and let himself calm down a bit, before he released his grip on his thighs. His hands moved up to his stomach, caressing the skin. He was lost in the movie again, just doing what felt right. His skin was hot under his hands, and his breathing was becoming heavier.
He let his right hand move down, over his boxers, and he started massaging his growing erection through the soft fabric. Dick was captivated by the image Marshall presented. His chest was rising and falling with each loud breath. His eyes where at half mast, color staining his cheeks. His mouth, with lips bitten red and plump, was hanging open a little, and every once in a while, a pink tongue would peek out to lick across the bottom.
Dick was usually a total professional, he didn't let himself be affected by all the young men he had visit him in this apartment, but he could tell already that Marshall was something special. He shifted around in his chair, trying to find a comfortable position.
Marshall was completely lost in the movie now. His hands roaming his body, sometimes touching a hardened nipple, sometimes scratching softly down his stomach and thighs. He was becoming increasingly aroused, and if he didn't get to touch his hard-on soon, he was afraid he would just come in his pants.
He had also realized something, now that he was finally relaxing. He suddenly realized that, while the movie was definitely the main reason for his arousal, he had to admit that knowing there would be people watching this, watching him, and getting turned on by what he was doing, only added to his own arousal. And although he knew that it would be mostly men watching him and getting off on it, it didn't really bother him.
He had never really thought he was any sort of exhibitionist. He had always been fairly private about his sexual activities. If you were to ask any of his previous sexual partners to describe him, he was pretty sure they would say he was completely vanilla. He had never really done anything that could be considered kinky.
“Are you hard Marshall?” Dick's voice sounded deeper, scratchier than it had a few moments earlier, and Marshall felt a tiny spike of excitement shoot through him.
“Yeah” It came out almost as a sigh.
“Show me.”
Marshall opened his eyes, looking straight at Dick. He knew Dick wasn't unaffected, and he couldn't help the little smirk that grew on his lips as he slowly pushed his boxers down his thighs. The smirk grew when he heard Dick's sharp intake of breath.
The cool air of the room hit his heated skin, and he couldn't help the hiss that escaped him. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing flesh and started a slow rhythm.
Up and down he stroked, slowly, letting his thumb catch the precum leaking from the glistening head. He heard Dick shifting in his chair again, and he let out a small moan. He could feel his pulse beating against the palm of his hand as he sped up.
His other hand made it's way down, below his cock, and started playing with his balls. He felt good, sweat was starting to gather on his brow and upper lip, and he licked it off, tasting the saltiness.
Dick's chair creaked as he got up and grabbed the camera again. He sat back down in his chair and focused the camera on Marshall’s hands working over his cock and balls.
Marshall was breathing heavily now. Every now and then a groan or a moan would escape him. He couldn't believe how turned on he was.
“Does it feel good?” Dick asked softly, as if his voice had left him. He swallowed heavily as he looked up at Marshall’s face.
Marshall, with his eyes closed tightly, chest heaving for breath, and sweat covering his body, looked the very image of debauchery. Dick knew this one would make him a lot of money.
“Oh yeah.” Marshall groaned, looking into the camera. His normally blue eyes where almost completely black, pupils blown wide from arousal. “Feels fucking great.” He continued.
“Yeah?” Dick looked up from the camera, locking eyes with his new star. “You almost ready to come Marshall?”
Marshall moaned, his brow furrowing as pleasure shot through him. He didn't answer Dick. He was so close. He just needed a little more.
Arching his back a little, his hand sped up and tightened on his dick. The other hand moving up his chest to pinch at his nipples. The slight pain to the hardened buds sent spikes of electricity straight to his groin, and his could feel his balls starting to tingle. It wouldn't be long now.
Giving one more hard pinch to his right nipple, still stripping his cock, he moaned as his balls tightened and all of a sudden he was coming.
Back arching, moan leaving him breathless and eyes closed tightly his seed shot out of his cock, landing warm and wet on his hand and stomach.
Dick thought he was about to come in his pants just from watching Marshall. He fell back into his seat, almost as breathless as the man in front of him. With shaking hands he placed the camera back on the tripod, making sure it was focused on Marshall, before looking back at him.
Marshall had his head back, leaning against the couch back. His chest was rising and falling as if he'd just run a marathon.
Dick looked down at his hands, and almost came again, when he saw Marshall was rubbing his own come into his skin. Suddenly he felt the need to see if he could push him just a little bit further. Looking back up into his face, he said softly,
“Taste it. Tell me what it tastes like.”
Marshall's eyes shot open as he raised his head to look at Dick. He quickly debated on whether or not he wanted to go that far. It wasn't something he'd ever done before. It wasn't something he'd ever even been curious about before, but considering how hard he'd just come, from knowing the effect he was having on the other man, he decided why the hell not?
The smirk was back, as Marshall looked into Dick's eyes. Slowly he swirled a finger around in the mess on his stomach, and the he lifted it up to his lips.
Dick's breath left him in a loud whoosh as Marshall licked at his cum covered finger, tiny little cat licks, before sucking the digit into his mouth.
Marshall sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks around the finger, tasting his own cum for the first time ever.
After a few seconds he pulled his finger out with an audible pop, and smiled at Dick,
“It's kinda salty.” His voice was low, as if sharing a secret, “Not bad, though”
“Yeah?” Dick twitched as he asked.
“Yeah.” Marshall said, a little laugh escaping him.
Dick had to just sit there for a few seconds. He needed to gather his thoughts. He reached up to turn of the camera, then he turned back to look at Marshall.
“Okay, wow!” He said smiling, “I'm gonna say you're a natural at this. Damn!”
Marshall laughed, a flutter of pride tickling his stomach.
“Why don't you go wash up, get dressed, grab something to drink, and then come back here?” Dick said, “We just need to do a tiny little interview for the end of the movie.”
Marshall nodded and grabbed the clothes that was strewn all over the floor in front of him, before heading for the bathroom.
15 minutes later, Marshall was back on the couch, beer in hand. You wouldn't know he'd just jerked off on camera if it wasn't for the color still staining his cheeks.
Dick was fiddling with the computer, and Marshall waited patiently. Occasionally he would take a sip of beer, and fiddle with the hem of his shirt. Although he had been extremely nervous going into this, he was still surprised by how easy it had been once he got started. He was also surprised to discover he kind of liked it. Liked knowing he was turning on whoever was watching what he did.
“So...You just jerked off on camera.” Dick said. He was back in his seat in front of the couch and, glancing over to the camera, Marshall could see the red light indicating that it was recording, was on.
“Yeah.” Marshall said, taking a sip of beer.
“Was it as bad as you thought it would be?” Dick asked.
Marshall chuckled,
“No man. It wasn't bad at all.”
“It looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Dick stated.
“Oh yeah. That was surprising.” Marshall said laughing a little. Dick smiled at him. He knew what answer he was hoping for, for the next question.
“So, do you think you might be back?” He smiled at Marshall, letting him know that whatever answer he gave would be okay. But inside he was crossing all his fingers and all his toes, in the hopes that Marshall would say yes to coming back.
Marshall thought about the question a little. Would he come back? He didn't really know, not yet, but he definitely wouldn't rule it out.
“I might.” He said, and Dick smiled. That was good enough for him.
THE END.