Chpt 9

Kelly tossed around in Marshall's bed, body tingling, on fire. His skin itching and crawling as if he had bugs in himself . He could hardly breath, lungs weak, and stomach uneasy. He felt incredibly ill, he thought detoxing was going to be good for him, but he had no idea it was going to be like this. He needs a fix, whether it be alcohol or the hard stuff, he needs it now, he's going to go crazy, five days is too long. He turned over to face Marshall, who was dead asleep, hibernating like a cute yet scary bear. Kelly traced a hand over the edges of his abs through his shirt. Maybe he can tempt Marshall to let him buy some. He shot under the covers without another thought and got down to business. He mouthed at the middle of the his crotch, tonguing the outline. The soft bulge starting to thicken, feeling the growing heat on his lips. He bit the underwear band and gradually peeled it back. Marshalls cock slung up and slapped him on the forehead.

"fuuck~..."

Flinching back his head, it startling him. Intoxicated by the musk he leans in his head, resting the weight of the dick on his face, pressing the side of his nose on it. Was this really the dick that he gets fucked by? Even though he's only given Marshall head once, he's still marveled by the thickness, the dark veins mapping along his shaft, not to mention the wide head. Pressing his lips to the base as he licks up, moaning at the salty taste, he gets to the tip and sucks off the precum. He attacks the slit with the tip of his tongue, like he wanted to enter it.

"Hnm..."

He freezes, Marshall groans, shifting his legs a bit then goes silent again.

Kelly sighs out, slowly he continues, suckling as he bobs his head, puffing his cheeks up and widening his jaw to make room for the monster. He goes down to the hilt, filling himself with a eurphoric feeling as he chokes himself, holding the cock there, feeling his throat constrict, gagging against the tree like dick.

"ouwah~"

He comes up gasping, tonguing the pre off his lips. Fuck I might as well be addicted to this. He rushes for seconds, stroking the shaft and feeling the deep pulse of it, he licked over the sides hungrily drinking down his precum , loving the texture of the sticky jelly like substance. The dick twitches in his fist, rushing to the tip, pursing his lips on the head sucking harder while he jerks him. Kelly sticks a hand down his own pants and touches himself to the rhythm. Minutes later Marshall ejects his load into Kelly's ready mouth, who whimpers at the treat, he cums in unison with him, cheeks filling with liquid. Gulping the thick substance, left with wanting more.

"Ha~"

He pulled off his panties, the pink material soaking wet, positioning himself on top of Marshall's groin, hovering over the still hard prick. I don't really care about my fix anymore, I just want him to make me cum. He leans back on an arm and presses the head to his hole, sinking his weight lower. His thighs vibrating from the strain, dick is so thick, pressing up on every nerve, the tight ring further being stretched. He fucks down, the mane of pubic hair tickling his ass. He stifles down a moan, biting his lip. Suddenly large hands grip his hips, giving him a hard thrust up.

"Ahh~! M-Marshall?!"

Kelly smiled abit, he was waiting until Marshall woke up. The man beneath him growled.

"Needy slut~"

Marshalls voice rough with sleep, making him blush. Marshall fucked in a steady pace, rocking him up and down as he rode cow girl.

"ooh~"

Marshall ears followed all the lewd sounds escaping his mouth, eyes studying all the curves of his body, mapping out each cluster of freckles that were hidden in the mess of his tattoos.

"Fuck... Kell's, your literally always on my dick, every day you just want more huh?"

Marshall mutters as he lightly bites Kelly on the neck, making him groan.

"Shudd'up.."

Marshall rolled his eyes, both of their breaths get erratic as they reach their orgasm. Kelly breaks first then Marshall follows suit.

"Your so slutty..."

Marshall pulls him down for a kiss.

"Don't kink shame me.."

Marshall chuckles.

"But you're my slut, honey~"

"Ha- my God, fuck you."

Kelly slaps his palm on Marshall's upper arm.

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Kelly made it to the end of the week, it was bumpy, longest he has ever gone without touching any intoxicants.

Kelly eventually had to leave, as much as they both didn't want to leave, they still had jobs and busy lives to tend to. Kelly was at the door, bags packed, rocked on his heels as he waited for Marshall. Marshall came jogging back, a small but expensive looking box, about palm-sized.

"Uh h-here... I got this for you, I hope you like it-"

Kelly was handed the box gently, his slender fingers around it. His eye on Marshall as he opens the box, revealing a pretty pair of diamond earnings with a black crystal-studded spiral pinky ring.

Kelly slips on the ring and puts the box in his pocket. He smirks and pulls Marshall into a hug, kissing the side of his face.

"I wish I could stay longer, but I can't put more of a delay on my work, also thank you, you're sweet-"

Marshall turned his head to give him a kiss. Hands intertwining tightly.

"It gonna be so weird without you over here.."

He said breathing heavily.

"I know... I need to catch my flight.. Bye.."

Kelly let go of his hand and walked out the door, stopping for a brief second.

"I love you-"

He said with a wave.

"Love you too! Bye!"

He watched as kelly left his driveway in an uber, waiting a minute or two before he locks the door. He feels a bit stupid, but he's already missing him.

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Kelly came back to his house, with his friends giving him drunken and high greetings, the smell of weed very strong. He's sitting on the floor, one of his guitars in his lap, his fingers tugging on the strings. Slim and rook were on the couch, discussing their plans to spend the night. They kept pestering kelly on why he had spent such a long time away, they were very curious on which kind of girl he was messing with at the moment. Kelly tried to play it off cool, gave some bullshit excuse to get their attention of him. He doesn't think they would handle the fact that he likes a guy very well.

After a while they laid off, and continued their previous conversation.

But what if he and Em went public, what would happen to them, their careers? I mean it'd basically all be over, they wouldn't have the same kind of respect the had beforehand. It would do so much more harm than good than to make the fact that their an item public. Pop is a bit more accepting towards gay people but rap, especially with guys there is little to no respect at all, gay men are seen more as a joke there.

His pocket buzzes, he pulls out his phone, clicking on Em's number.

-hey, how was the flight?

- it was okay but, ...hey can I tell u something?

Kelly thought for a second, he just wants to clarify things with Em.

- If something happens where we get outed to the public, if people found out about us, regardless of what happens to our careers and social lives afterwards, would you still want to date?

Kelly felt like the question was a bit much to ask, but he wanted to know what Em thought. He jumped when he felt his phone vibrate.

- that's a no brainer, I mean if the worst happens, I would still have you.

Of course i'd still like to date.

Kelly couldn't control the dopey smile on his face.

K: promise?

E: I promise, Princess :)

Kelly read the last text ten times, Marshall is corny, but he couldn't help but love the nicknames.

"Ay what you smiling about, Kells, I knew u got a new girl."

Slim teased the lanky rapper, Kelly scoffed in response.

"It's nothing-"

His phone buzzed once more-

- I love you kells

Kelly felt warmth in his chest.

- I love you too, dumbass

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