Disclaimer: I just want to let everyone know before reading this story that Aaron is underage in this story. I don't know Aaron Carter or Eminem, nor am I saying that they're gay, or that Eminem's a pedophile. If any of this squicks you out, don't bother reading it. Any hatemail will be posted and laughed at. For those that aren't squicked, I must tell you that Marshall does have a conscience in this story. Hardcore fans be warned. Enjoy!
Marshall did not know how he let Dre talk him into it. Sure, the man had good intentions, but where the hell did he come up with such weird-ass suggestions? Marshall shook off these thoughts and others as he scanned the sea of gyrating male bodies. He smirked to himself; he could just hear what the media would say if they saw him there: “CONTROVERSIAL RAPPER SPOTTED AT GAY CLUB—News at 11.” Well, he needed a new way to grab people’s attention.
Not that anyone would know the real story. No, those bastards in the news would make sure of that. They wouldn’t know that when Marshall outed himself as bi to Dre, that the man would try every single way to show he was cool with it. First there were the gay pride books that he left Marshall, then there was the pamphlet on gay sex precautions. The most disturbing was the email Dre sent with the link to the all-male porn site. There are just some things friends shouldn’t share.
Anyway, after that, Marshall started to get cranky, so Dre got the idea that Marshall needed a man. Hence, the club. Oddly enough, Dre himself bolted when he saw a guy being led around on a leash by his “master.” Serves him right for choosing an S&M place. So, because Dre ran like the chicken shit he is, Marshall didn’t have a ride home. He could have called a cab, or something, but decided to wait a while. The club could turn out to be fun. Six songs later, he was beginning to regret his decision and was ready to go home and ream Dre’s ass (figuratively, of course) for ditching him.
All of a sudden, a figure caught his eye. The guy a little on the short side, but he had an incredible body. Marshall couldn’t see his face, though, because his face was turned away, but everything else was in full view. He wore a black half-shirt with the words “Drama Princess” emblazoned in gold. His hair seemed naturally blond, but he streaked it with blue. A spiked dog collar adorned his long, supple neck, and leather hugged the curves of his legs. The guy was between two men, sweating and pressing against the both of them. Marshall licked his lips unconsciously as he caught sight of that firm, round ass being pulled to one of his dance partner’s groin. Suddenly the song changed and the blond left the two (who didn’t seem to notice as they started dancing with each other), maneuvering towards the bar.
Marshall followed him, intrigued and aroused by the display of grinding he witnessed on the floor. ‘If he can fuck like he can dance…’ he broke off that train of thought the moment he saw his prey’s face. It was younger than he expected and strangely familiar. The pieces suddenly fell into place: that luscious guy was actually that singer. Something Carter. That Backstreet Bitch’s brother. Correction: that Backstreet Bitch’s underage brother. How the fuck did he get in there? He approached the boy (he had to keep reminding himself), determined to find out.
“I know you,” Marshall accused.
The little vixen smirked, “I don’t think so, but you could get to know me.” He inched closer.
“Don’t try that shit with me. You’re that Carter kid. Arnold.” Marshall had to shout over the music.
His face hardened, “It’s Aaron. And you’re Eminem. Now that we’ve got that straightened…” Aaron started to walk away, but Marshall stopped him.
“Oh no you don’t. Now, what the hell is a twelve-year-old doing at this club?”
“Look, first of all, I’m fifteen. In here, I’m eighteen, got it? Second of all, I could ask what you’re doing here, too.” Aaron looked irritated.
“A friend dragged me here. That’s not important. We need to get your ass out of here.”
“Oh, so you are interested in getting to know me. Why didn’t you say so?” He moved towards Marshall, putting his hand on his arm.
“What the fuck are you doing? I mean we need to get you out of this place so that that cops don’t catch us both. Especially me. I don’t need anyone thinking that I’m trying to seduce a minor.” Marshall pulled Aaron’s hand off him.
“What if the minor is trying to seduce you?” Aaron whispered in his ear, the purr in his voice unmistakable, even over the music. Marshall suppressed a shudder.
“Will you stop with that shit? I’m going to put you in a cab and send you home to mom and dad where you belong.” He started to steer Aaron out the door, but was pushed away.
“No, I’m not going anywhere. I came to have fun and you can’t stop me.” With that, Aaron disappeared into the crowd.
“Shit! Where’d the little fucker get to?” He searched, but couldn’t find Aaron anywhere. ‘Why is it even my problem?’ he thought. He started for the exit, but then felt guilty. Aaron had no idea who he could be dealing with. When one of these guys want something, “no” was not an option. He sighed wearily before moving into the masses.
He found Aaron after some time and he was glad he did. This tall, bodybuilder type had the young blond pinned against the wall of the backroom as he tried to undo his belt. Aaron was struggling, but it seemed useless. Marshall, angered at the sight, stepped up.
“Put him down, motherfucker,” he snarled.
The asshole sneered, “Why don’t you find your own little toy? This sweet thing is mine.”
“I don’t think you heard me. Or maybe you’re just fucking stupid,” he pulled out a gun from his jacket. “Put. Him. Down. Mother. Fucker. Do I make myself clear?”
The man’s eyes widened, “Yeah, man. I don’t want any trouble.” He gingerly let go of Aaron, who was gasping for breath.
“Now, get the fuck out of here before I shoot your dick off.” Marshall smirked as the guy ran off. He tucked the gun back in his jacket before turning back to Aaron. “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for what you did.” He still looked shaken.
“Anytime, kid,” Marshall shrugged. “What happened anyway?”
“I dunno, one minute the guy’s chatting me up, the next minute he pulls me into this backroom. I think he would have raped me if you hadn’t shown up. And don’t call me kid.”
“Whatever. You ok now?” Marshall’s eyes were filled with concern. “We should really get you to your family.”
“No! They think I’m at a friend’s house. If they find out I’m here, I’m dead,” Aaron pleaded.
“Then let’s take you to your friend.”
“He’s not here. He left for the night. I was gonna go get a motel room until tomorrow,” he explained.
Marshall sighed. This kid wasn’t making it easy for him. Especially the way he was looking at him with those big, brown eyes, his chest heaving. He cursed himself for his growing erection around the young boy. “Fine. Jesus Christ. You can come home with me.” He added hastily at when he saw Aaron grin, “You’re taking the couch.”
He led them outside where he hailed a taxi. It was difficult to get one, but a few minutes later one showed up. The entire ride was torture. Aaron would not keep to his side of the car. He kept rubbing his knee against Marshall’s thigh and “casually” brushing his arm against the older man’s shoulder. Marshall found that disconcerting. And incredibly arousing. This young little ganymede was practically offering himself. But Marshall would not let himself give into temptation. Aaron was way too young and still vulnerable from his near-attack.
Finally, when the ride seemed endless, they arrived at their destination. He paid the driver, ignoring the look of suspicion he gave them. Marshall ushered Aaron into his house and turned on the light. Aaron observed detachedly before turning to him.
“Nice place. Is your daughter asleep?” He asked.
“Hailie is with Kim this week,” Marshall said as he put his keys away.
“So, we’re all alone?” Aaron had a feral smile.
“Don’t be getting any ideas. You’re just staying in the living room for the night until your friend comes to get you.” He brushed past Aaron and started up the stairs. “Bathroom is down the hall. Blankets are in the closet with the pillows. Goodnight.”
“Tell me something, Eminem—or can I call you Marshall?”
“Marshall’s cool,” he shrugged.
“Ok, tell me, Marshall, how did you recognize me? I don’t look like my usual self and yet you picked me out of a crowd. Most of the time, it would have to take a lot of looking to be able to distinguish me. Were you watching me?” Aaron’s voice was calm.
Marshall didn’t know how to answer, so he didn’t. “I’m tired, ok? Goodnight.”
“Night, Marshall,” Aaron said quietly.
Marshall felt like he was losing it. Usually, if a guy accused him of looking, he’d either laugh it off, or defend his sexuality. Since he couldn’t do the latter, he should have just turned it into a joke. But, for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. His mind and body were suddenly too tired.
He went through his bedroom into the bathroom where he stripped off all his clothes to take a shower. His muscles ached for one. Marshall stepped in and turned on the hot water, letting it soothe him. He sighed almost contentedly as he rubbed soap on his skin. Making little circles on his stomach, his hand dipped a little lower to his straining erection. Marshall wasn’t sure whether to do it with Aaron so close by. The thought actually made him harder and he cursed his body’s betrayal. Finally, he leaned against the tiles and grasped his cock with one hand, the other covering his mouth. Each stroke was followed by a moan, which was swallowed by his palm. As his climax neared, his hand moved faster and he came with a whimper. Marshall got out of the shower, proud at keeping so quiet, and relaxed from the hot water and the after effects of his orgasm. He dried off and got into bed, too tired to put on some clothes.
A few hours later, he woke up with two thoughts: 1) He was hard again. 2) Something heavy was on top of him. That something was breathing hotly against his neck and stroking him everywhere. Marshall opened his eyes slowly to find Aaron naked from the waist up, rubbing against him with languid movements. Marshall’s own breathing grew ragged. He wasn’t sure if he was still asleep and dreaming. When Aaron’s delectable mouth latched on to his skin, he sat bolt upright, almost knocking Aaron off the bed. No, he was definitely not dreaming.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Marshall yelled.
Aaron didn’t seem too intimidated. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t.”
“So you thought sneaking into my bed and humping me while I sleep would relax you?” He snorted. Marshall couldn’t believe this.
“No,” Aaron laughed, “but I was hoping we could engage in some exhausting activities.”
“Listen to me, kid. First, you had no right coming into my room, let alone my bed. Second, I don’t do that shit.” He tried to keep his voice steady.
“Don’t tell me that you’re trying to convince me that you’re straight? You’ll have a lousy job proving it, coming into a gay club,” Aaron snorted.
“No, I’m not trying to convince you of anything. I’m bisexual and I know it. In fact, I did out to a few friends. That’s how I ended up at that craphole they call a club. No, I meant that I don’t do that with little boys.” Marshall crossed his arms over his chest. He was suddenly aware of his nudity under the flimsy sheet.
“I am not a little boy. Why don’t you get that?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’re 14.”
“I’m 15,” Aaron contradicted angrily.
“Big difference.” Marshall’s tone was dry.
“Do you think I’m a virgin? Is that it? I’m not, you know. I’ve fucked before. I’ve been fucked before.” Marshall looked away and Aaron pressed on, “God, I love getting fucked. I love having a huge cock pounding into me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Do you like hearing that? I bet you wanna fuck me. You’re just dying to get into my tight ass. And I am tight. I’ll probably fit you like a glove. I can suck cock, too. Guys love my mouth. Especially my tongue.” Aaron’s hand snaked between Marshall’s legs and cupped the cloth-covered tent. That snapped Marshall out of his lusty trance.
“Jesus Christ, stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you? When will you get that I’m not interested?”
“What I’m feeling tells me different.” Aaron emphasized his point with a gentle squeeze.
“Stop talking like a fucking whore.” It disturbed him to hear all that from someone so young. He didn’t move Aaron’s hand, though.
“I could be your whore. I know you want me. I’ve wanted you for so long. You are so hot. I wanna run my hands all over you.” Marshall felt himself cave with every word Aaron said.
“Stop it,” he said weakly.
“You don’t like me touching you?” Aaron pouted.
“No…” Even he knew he didn’t sound convincing.
“Then stop me. Say right now, ‘Get out of my sight.’” Aaron’s lips were so close as he leaned over Marshall. He could feel the boy’s hand rubbing against him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He closed the space and met the lips he longed for all night. A thrill ran through Marshall as his tongue stroked the inside of that honey mouth. They broke, gasping for air. By then, Marshall was on his back with Aaron straddling him.
“Fuck me,” Aaron whispered.
Marshall only growled before flipping them over. He could feel Aaron’s erection against him. Hooking his fingers in the belt loops, he yanked the boy’s pants off. He lowered himself on the young, supple body, clothes and sheets discarded, finally. The sensation of skin on skin was heady and they both moaned.
“Is this what you wanted, slut? You couldn’t just leave me alone. You had to tease me, get under my skin. You like that, fucker?” He punctuated each sentence by thrusting against Aaron’s hardness.
Aaron was practically incoherent, just moaning “yes” over and over.
“Tell me what you want, bitch,” Marshall breathed before running his teeth over Aaron’s nipple, who only moaned in response. “Tell me, or I stop right now and send you home to mama and papa.”
Aaron glared at him, “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
“Really? You want me to fuck you like a whore? Like my whore? That’s what you said you are. Are you my little slut?” He couldn’t help but tease as he started on the other nipple.
“I’m whatever you want me to be. Your whore, slut, bitch, anything! Just stick that big cock in me before I go crazy!” Aaron shouted.
Marshall only responded by grabbing some lube and a condom from his nightstand. Then he turned Aaron over on his stomach, and slicked his finger up. He tentatively touched the blue-blonde’s entrance before stretching out the ring of muscle, kissing the boy’s neck as he did so.
“I don’t need that! I’ve done this before! Dammit, fuck me!” He pleaded.
Marshall nodded and complied. He covered and lubed himself. When he finally plunged into that tight heat he dreamed about, it took everything not to come right there. It was better than he imagined. Aaron did fit him perfectly. The moment he started moving was pure ecstasy.
Through clenched teeth, Marshall said, “Who’s had you before me? Who had the pleasure of taking this hot. Tight. Ass. Before. Me?” He timed his words to his thrusts, hitting Aaron’s sweet spot each time.
“Nick,” Aaron moaned, his hands in tight fists, grabbing the sheets.
Marshall stopped abruptly and Aaron cried out. “What?” Marshall said.
“Nick was the first one. I had to beg him to do me. I wanted to know what it felt like and I wanted someone that I could trust. And have you seen him? He gorgeous.” Aaron looked up at Marshall defiantly, though some fear showed through. “Are you going to stop?”
Visions of two blondes, naked, and rubbing together danced in Marshall’s mind. If it were possible, he would have gotten harder. “Like hell I’ll stop. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking heard.” With that, he renewed his thrusts, pounding mercilessly in the young man under him. Aaron screamed loud and the bed shook even more. He rocked his hips in time with Marshall’s, frantic to reach his peak. His dick rubbed against the bed and that together with Marshall inside him was driving him crazy. Marshall reached his hands under Aaron, one teasing a nipple, the other slowly jacking him off. He screamed at the added stimulation and moved faster. Aaron wanted release so bad, but he didn’t want it to end.
It seemed like hours later when Aaron arched against Marshall, all his muscles tensing, and came with another shout. It was too much for Marshall. Seeing Aaron lose control like that and feeling him squeeze against Marshall made him come soon after, yelling Aaron’s name. For a while they just lay there, Marshall catching his breath against Aaron’s back and Aaron panting against the pillow. Finally, they separated and Marshall lay back, staring at the ceiling, his guilt setting in.
‘How could I do that? He’s only a kid, for God’s sake. I’ll get sent to jail if this gets out. I can’t believe I did that,’ he ranted in his head.
Aaron turned to snuggle with him, but he sat up abruptly.
“Uh, I’m gonna take a shower. Be right back,” he mumbled.
“Marshall?” Aaron called after him, but he already disappeared.
Back in the bathroom, Marshall got in and let the scalding liquid take his mind off things. It wasn’t really working. All he could think about was the trouble he was in and the feel of the boy’s body against his. He cursed his renewed erection and thought about relieving it. He shook his head, think that Aaron was too close and didn’t want him getting ideas again.
It was too late for that, however, as Aaron already walked in. He drank in the sight of a wet, hard Marshall and licked his lips.
“Do you know how sexy you look under the spray?” Aaron asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Marshall demanded, turning to face the tiles.
“You left so quick, so I was concerned.” He moved stealthily behind Marshall, surprising him when he asked, “Want me to scrub your back?”
“God, leave me alone for a few fucking minutes! A man can’t get privacy in his own fucking bathroom,” he muttered.
“Marshall, what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?” Aaron grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing Marshall to face him. Despite the height difference, Aaron was no weakling.
‘Damn, this kid is strong.’ “I don’t know. It’s just…” he trailed off, running his fingers through his bleached hair.
“You regret being with me. I bet you’d leave me with that guy if you could turn it all back.” Aaron’s face was grim.
“What? No! Of course not! How could you think that I would leave you with that fucker? I was ready to tear his dick off and feed it to him. And I don’t regret what we did.” Aaron’s face lit up, so he added, “I regret the situation.”
Aaron looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“You’re too young. I don’t care right now about that, but do you know the trouble we’ll—no I’ll—get in if this shit gets out?”
Aaron laughed. “Are you going to tell anyone?”
Now it was Marshall’s turn to look confused. “Hell no. Why?”
“Well, if you don’t tell, and I don’t tell, then chances are, no one will know,” he whispered, as if telling a secret.
“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Marshall shook his head. “What about that asshole rapist?”
“It was too dark to see faces and neither you or I were dressed in our trademark clothes. Besides, he wouldn’t know Aaron Carter or Eminem if he was about to fuck one and get shot by the other.” He winked and Marshall chuckled. “And before you say anything else, I made extra sure that no one saw me enter, or us leave the club. We’re safe.”
Marshall still wasn’t convinced. “And your friend? What do we do about him?”
“I have just as much crap on him. There’s no blackmail potential. Here, I know how to ease your fears.” He dropped to his knees.
“A—Aaron?” He stuttered, still not convinced.
“Don’t worry,” Aaron soothed. “Hey, you called me Aaron.” Marshall smiled weakly.
He slowly took Marshall’s entire length in his mouth, not bothering to tease. Aaron started a gentle rhythm, smiling when he heard the moans above him. Marshall started moving his hips, but Aaron steadied him then moved faster, increasing suction. The sensations running through Marshall were nothing he had ever felt with a blowjob. Aaron wasn’t kidding when he said that guys love his tongue. It didn’t take long before he tensed, coming into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron looked up and saw the intense pleasure on the taller blonde’s face. That was all it took for Aaron to climax as well, without being touched. He stood on wobbly legs.
“Feeling better?” Aaron said hoarsely.
He replied by kissing him fervently, fingers carding through the blue-streaked blond hair. They finally withdrew for air, leaning against each other’s foreheads.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Aaron’s voice was still roughed and shaky.
“Fuck ‘em all. I don’t give a shit about what they think. What you did was fucking amazing,” Marshall panted.
“I know,” he smirked, which earned him a smack on the head. “Hey!”
“Smartass. Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
They got back into bed and fell asleep quickly, Aaron curling around him. A few hours later, Marshall woke up alone. The night before flooded back to him and his panic returned. He got up and threw on some boxers before going in search of Aaron. He feared that the boy up and left. Suddenly, he heard some laughter downstairs and went to investigate.
There was Aaron on his phone, stark naked. He let his eyes trail over his body and all his fears dissipated. Slowly, Marshall went behind him and wrapped his arms around his young lover’s waist. He trailed kisses up his neck and Aaron had to stifle a moan before quickly saying goodbye.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that while I’m on the phone,” he sighed with pleasure.
“Don’t talk on the phone naked in front of me and maybe I won’t. Who was that, anyway?” He didn’t let go of Aaron.
“My ride. I need to get back before I’m noticed missing.”
“How much time do we have?” He was reluctant to let his new lover leave so soon.
“Only a few minutes. Just enough time to get dressed.” Aaron started to pull away, but Marshall held him firmly.
“No time for breakfast? I have some peach yogurt in the fridge that would taste would against your skin.” He pulled Aaron in for a kiss.
“God, I wish I could stay, but I really can’t,” Aaron said as he finally managed to pull away. “Definitely another time.”
“You better damn well believe it,” Marshall growled, advancing on Aaron again.
“I really need to get dressed. By the way, can I ask you something?” He took a step back. Marshall nodded. “Shoot.”
“Funny you should say that,” he smirked. “Were you really going to fire that gun at that guy in the club?”
“What?” Marshall looked puzzled for a second, and then laughed. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Hell no, was I going to shoot him. I never put bullets in the damn thing. But it scared the shit out of the fucker, didn’t it?”
“Good thing he didn’t call your bluff,” Aaron laughed. “Ok, then. I’ll be right back,” then he disappeared up the stairs.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Without thinking, he opened the door to tell whomever it was to go away. Marshall didn’t want to be caught with jailbait upstairs. He suddenly came face-to-face with a surprised-looking Nick Carter.
“Um, I think I may have the wrong address. Is my brother here?” Nick seemed bewildered.
“I should have fucking known that Aaron’s ‘friend’ would be you. No, you’ve got the right place. He’ll be right down. Come on in,” he gestured inside.
“Thanks. Look, he didn’t tell me who you were, but he did tell me what you did for him. I really appreciate that. I always try to get him to go with me, or at least another friend, but he never listens.” Nick shook his head.
“No problem, dude. Asshole had it coming,” Marshall waved it away. ‘Does he know about what else happened? That I fucked his kid bro?’
“So are you always dressed like this when you have guests?” Nick nodded to Marshall’s semi-naked state.
He snorted, “Only when the fucking media is here. I thought you were MTV. Carson would fucking love it.”
“I know, he always sneaks looks at you,” he laughed.
Aaron chose this moment to walk in, “What’s so funny?”
“Hey, bro. Nothing, just making fun of Carson Daly,” Nick said.
“Without me? You suck!” He chuckled, and Marshall tried not to think about the double entendre.
“Whatever, kid. Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me just thank Marshall before we leave.” He launched himself at Marshall, giving him a huge hug, “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Aaron,” he said, slightly nervous with Nick so near.
“Can I take you up on that?” Aaron whispered. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled away, and a very dazed Marshall ushered them out the door.
Marshall could have sworn that Nick checked him out when they said goodbye, but pushed the thought away. He needed to go lie down and think for a while. When he got there, he found a note on the pillow. It read: “2 CARTERS ARE BETTER THAN ONE. CALL ME.” There was a phone number under it and Marshall grinned. Thinking back to what Aaron said about him and Nick, he grew hard again. Yes, he was definitely going to call.
“I need to send Dre a fruit basket. The bastard definitely deserves one,” he said, still holding the note.
~Fin
