For a while AJ and Marshall lay in the middle of the king sized bed just kissing and touching and grinding slowly against each other. Both of them sensed there was something different about it, something more caring, more sensual, but neither wanted to think too much about it. They both wanted to just enjoy the moment.

AJ did just that, closing his eyes as Marshall's mouth left his and traveled down the side of his neck, sucking at the vein there that stuck out whenever he was singing.

"I love this vein." He mumbled against AJ's skin.

AJ shivered, Marshall's lips tickling his neck as he talked. "I hate the way it sticks out when I sing."

Marshall moaned as a memory of the night before after he'd gotten off the phone with AJ assailed his brain. He'd found himself missing him so much that he'd actually went and dug out a fucking tape he had from one of their performances and watched it. The vein sticking out on AJ's neck while he sang had nearly driven him crazy.

"Oh fuck. That's why I love it. That's so fucking sexy. Reminds me of how it sticks out when you scream my name as you cum."

AJ shivered again, bringing his hands up to run up and down Marshall's naked back as the other man's mouth started to move out toward his shoulder, licking and nipping at the skin as he went. Suddenly something dawned on him.

"You've watched me sing?"

Marshall paused, and pulled his head back to look down at AJ. "You sound surprised."

AJ shrugged. "I am. I figured you hated our music."

Marshall shook his head. "I'll admit it's not my thing, but you guys, and especially you, have a lot of talent. I respect that."

"You really think that?" AJ asked, genuinely surprised and pleased Marshall felt that way.

"Yeah, really. Besides, you're sexy as hell when you perform. Shit, even if you guys couldn't sing worth a shit, I'd watch just to see you do what you do on stage." Marshall said, his eyes heating as he stared down into AJ's.

AJ stared back, feeling his already semi-hard cock swell a little more between them. He started to lean up to kiss Marshall again, but the other man's fingers on his face, just below his eye stopped him. He laid his head back on the pillow, wincing a little as Marshall traced the bruise there.

"Tell me what happened." Marshall commanded.

AJ sighed. "I really don't want to…"

Marshall slid his fingers down to AJ's lips to silence him. "We made a deal. I dropped it at the club and you promised you'd tell me later. It's later."

AJ waited a heartbeat while Marshall pulled his hand away, then said, "Yeah, I know. Ok, fine. Nick and I were joking around getting ready to go out to dinner with the rest of the guys and suddenly he took off out of the room, saying something about last one to Brian's room pays for dinner. So I took off after him, and Kevin must have been coming out of his room at the same time. Anyway, I ran right into him and of course, it was my skinny ass that started to fall."

When he paused, his expression darkening, Marshall prompted, "And?"

"And he reached out and grabbed me to keep me from falling. Then he pulled me against him. I don't think he meant to…it was just sort of a reflex or something, but he wouldn't let go right away and it freaked the shit out of me. When he finally did, he tried apologizing for it, and I said something about his apologies not meaning shit."

Marshall went rigid on top of AJ. "I told him to keep his fucking hands off you."

"Yeah, well, I suppose it was better than falling on my bony ass. That hurts when you don't have any padding." AJ mumbled, too lost in recounting what had happened to sense the barely leashed violence under Marshall's surface.

"So, how does Nick fit into it?" Marshall asked, wanting the whole story before he got up and went to beat Kevin's ass.

AJ sighed. "Nick came out of Brian's room going on and on about how I had to pay since I lost, and then he started this little dance about it, and I just…snapped. I dove at him and knocked him to the ground then started to beat on him. He hit me back, but only because I mean, hell. What was he supposed to do? Lie there and take it?"

Marshall grudgingly gave Nick that one. Couldn't expect someone to just lay there and take it when someone was beating on you. "Yeah, guess not."

"Yeah, so I ended up under Nick and Kevin pulled him off me, then I tried to go after Nick again, but Brian grabbed me and stopped me. That's pretty much it."

"Kevin pulled him off?"

AJ looked down at Marshall's shoulder absently. "Yeah."

Marshall studied his face for a second, seeing the sadness there. "Almost like old times huh?"

AJ's eyes flew back up to Marshall's, surprised he'd remembered what he'd said about how Kevin used to be his protector. "How do you do that? How do you seem to be able to get inside my head that way?"

Marshall shook his head. "I have no idea. I guess the same way you get in mine."

"It freaks me the hell out sometimes." AJ admitted.

"Me too." Marshall agreed.

After a minute, Marshall started to get up off AJ, but AJ pulled him back down. "Where are you going?"

"To remind Kevin about why he needs to keep his hands off you." Marshall said matter-of-factly. "What room is his?"

AJ shook his head. "No, don't go. It's over and done. I want you here with me."

"Alex, if I let him get away with that, next time it'll be more."

AJ tightened his arms around his waist when the older man once again started to get up. "You can't keep going around threatening him. I need to deal with this on my own. It's ok. He didn't mean it."

Marshall's jaw clenched and he said dryly, "Yeah, he told me the night I went to see him that he didn't mean to try to fucking rape you either. It still happened."

AJ closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep the memories at bay. "Marshall, please. I don't want to talk about it right now. Especially right now."

The near desperate tone in AJ's voice made Marshall realize what he meant instantly. He was on his back with him between his legs...just the way he'd found him with Kevin, minus the blood and the beater wrapped around his wrists. There hadn't been many instances AJ had allowed himself to be in that position with him, and they'd never had sex in that position, or face to face at all for that matter. Suddenly Marshall felt like shit.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm an ass," he said and tried to roll off of him.

AJ felt him start to move and opened his eyes, holding him still. "No."

"I'm not going after Kevin. I just thought you'd want me to get off you, that's all." Marshall tried to explain.

AJ shook his head and bit his lip, staring up into Marshall's eyes. "I want you to stay right where you are."

Marshall looked down at him seeing in his eyes what he meant. "You're sure? I mean, it hasn't been all that long. I understand…"

AJ leaned up and kissed him silent, then pulled back and said, "I'm sure."

Marshall nodded and leaned down, capturing his mouth in another kiss. AJ's eyes slid shut again and he willed the images of Kevin and that night from his mind, loosing himself in the feeling of the man above him, a man he knew he could trust.

Marshall felt AJ let go of the last bit of tension in his body and he was floored by AJ's trust in him. Pulling his mouth away from the younger man's, he again trailed kisses down the side of his neck and out across his collarbone toward his shoulder before moving to the other side of his neck and starting the process all over again.

AJ moaned underneath him, not knowing how to react to sweet and tender Marshall at all. Until now, when they had sex it was rough and hard and fast. Marshall had never gone slow with him before. It was almost as if he was…making love to him. AJ rejected that idea as soon as it formed. They didn't make love, they fucked.

Still, he couldn't really call this getting ready to fuck. He didn't know what the hell to call it. He just knew it was making him feel all funny inside and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He did know though that he was enjoying Marshall's mouth and tongue making its way down towards his chest.

Marshall kissed his way to AJ's nipples and paused for a second, staring at the dark little buds and remembering how sensitive they were. Slowly, he snaked out his tongue and licked at first one then the other.

AJ had to grab fistfuls of the sheets on either side of him to keep from grabbing Marshall's head and pushing it into his chest. When Marshall began to suckle at one hardened bud, AJ moaned and rubbed himself against him. When he nipped at the same bud lightly, AJ bucked off the bed, arching against him and crying out his name.

AJ's responsiveness to what he was doing to him made Marshall's cock twitch. After a few more minutes of attention to his nipples during which AJ bucked and cried out his name and panted for more, Marshall moved down further, sprinkling kisses across AJ's stomach towards his sixty-nine tattoo.

AJ only had time to catch his breath for a second before he felt Marshall's tongue on him again, this time tracing his tattoo, then dipping into his navel, literally tongue-fucking it. "Marshall, shit."

Marshall took the near desperate tone in AJ's voice as a signal to move on and did. He moved down to his cock, taking just the tip in his mouth. When AJ cried out and bucked his hips, Marshall quickly grabbed them and held him firmly to the bed, taking him further into his mouth.

AJ panted and moaned and writhed as much as he could with Marshall holding him down as Marshall began a fast pace of sucking him off. He could feel himself getting close already, and as much as he wanted to cum in Marshall's mouth, he wanted Marshall inside him again more.

Mustering up all his willpower, he reached down and pulled Marshall off his throbbing cock and up the length of him. As soon as the older man's face was level with his again, he pulled his head down to him and attacked his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.

After a minute, they pulled apart, both panting for air. Marshall leaned his forehead against AJ's as he slowly ground his hips against him.

"Tell me what you want, Alex."

AJ closed his eyes, gripping Marshall's shoulders and thrusting up against him. "You…I want you…inside…now."

Marshall wasted no time pushing off AJ to kneel between his legs. Grabbing his own hard cock in his hand, he stared down at AJ while he rubbed the precum leaking out of the tip up and down his shaft, preparing himself.

AJ stared back, his heart racing, his stomach clenched in anticipation. He'd expected to feel some sort of apprehension about doing it this way, but he didn't. All he felt was an all-consuming need for the man in his bed right then. As Marshall leaned forward again, AJ grabbed a pillow and lifted his butt, positioning it underneath him, then lifted his legs to his chest.

Marshall looked down at AJ's vulnerable position and bit back a groan, his cock twitching. He positioned himself at AJ's pucker and paused, looking deep into his eyes.

"You're sure?"

AJ nodded. "Yeah, do it."

Marshall bit his lip as he pushed the head of his cock inside. Underneath him, AJ gasped. He hesitated again, but AJ wrapped his legs around him, pressing his heals into Marshall's ass and pushing him in further and further until he was balls deep inside him.

"Shit." Marshall moaned as AJ's tight heat surrounded him and gripped at him.

AJ leaned up and kissed his way up the side of Marshall's neck to his ear. "Fuck me Marshall, now."

Marshall groaned and started to move. He didn't go fast and hard though. Instead he slid in and out of AJ's still slickened channel from the hallway slowly, taking his time, wanting it to last. He lowered himself more fully on the younger man and leaned down, capturing AJ's mouth in a sensual kiss as he thrust in and out achingly slow.

AJ closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss and the feeling of Marshall inside him, making love to him. He could no longer deny that was what was happening, because it was. There wasn't any other way to describe it, and it felt beyond good. It touched a part of him he hadn't thought would ever be touched again.

"Shit." AJ muttered, pulling his mouth away from Marshall's when he thrust in at a new angle and hit his prostate harder.

Marshall leaned down and nipped at AJ's ear before murmuring, "You feel so good…so hot…so tight, fuck…I love being inside you baby."

AJ tensed, his breath catching in his throat. Marshall sensed the change and stilled, pulling back a little to look down at him. "What's wrong? You want me to stop?"

AJ shook his head. "God no. Don't stop. I just…you've never called me that before…baby. I like it."

A smile touched Marshall's lips as he thrust back into him again and looked down at him. "You do huh?"

"Fuck yes." AJ moaned as Marshall hit his prostate again.

Marshall leaned in as he thrust in again and licked at AJ's lips. "Open for me baby."

AJ moaned again, his eyes sliding shut as a shiver ran through him. Obediently he opened his lips and let Marshall's tongue inside, letting it make love to his mouth the way his cock was making love to his ass.

After a long minute, AJ pulled his mouth away from Marshall's and tightened his legs around his waist. "Marshall, please…faster."

Marshall complied, unable to hold back anymore. Pushing himself back a little, he repositioned himself so he could thrust in faster and harder. Gripping AJ's hips, he licked his lips and looked down at him.

"Hold on."

AJ nodded and reached above him for the headboard a second before Marshall slammed into him hard and fast. His eyes squeezed shut and he saw stars as Marshall hit that special spot inside fast and hard and he cried out, "Oh fuck."

AJ's rough, sex-laced voice made Marshall's cock twitch inside him and he slammed into him again and again, needing his release. It felt too good being surrounded and gripped by AJ's ass muscles and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He panted for air and broke out in a sweat as he continued to fuck him hard and fast.

"Alex…touch yourself. I want to watch you…touch yourself…as I fuck your tight little ass…baby." Marshall managed to get out between gasps for air.

AJ moaned, both at what he was asking him, and at the fact that he'd called him baby again. Still clutching the headboard with one hand, he pulled the other away and opened his eyes to stare up at Marshall as he moved his hand down his chest and stomach towards his straining cock between them.

Marshall swallowed hard as he watched AJ wrap his fingers around himself and start to jack himself off in time with his thrusts.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot, Alex. Shit." Marshall said, his hips thrusting faster and faster.

AJ groaned. "I'm close…shit."

"Do it, Alex. Cum for me." Marshall coaxed, his hips pistoning into him.

"Shiiiiit," AJ cried out as his balls tightened and he felt his orgasm start to hum through his body.

Marshall drank in the sight of AJ reaching his climax, his body jerking underneath him, his hand pumping his cock furiously as cum shot out of it all over his hand and stomach. As AJ chanted his name over and over, his ass clutching at his cock tighter and tighter, Marshall shuddered and felt his balls tighten. With one last thrust, he came, emptying himself inside him as he cried out his name.

Marshall collapsed on top of him and for long minutes they lay that way, AJ's legs still wrapped around him, Marshall's face buried in the crook of his neck, his cock still buried inside him as their heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. When a strange noise came from between them, specifically from Marshall's stomach, AJ tensed underneath him and turned his head sideways, trying to get a look at Marshall's face.

"Was that…"

Marshall pulled his head back and looked down at him, the corners of his mouth twitching as his stomach rumbled again. "Yeah, it was."

AJ started laughing. Marshall fought the smile off for another few seconds before giving in and laughing too. After a minute they both calmed down and Marshall realized he was still inside him and pulled out regretfully, rolling off him and to the side.

AJ turned on his side and placed a hand over Marshall's stomach. "I take it you're hungry?"

Marshall groaned. "Yeah, you could say that. I haven't eaten today at all."

"Why the hell not?"

Marshall shrugged. "Dre woke my ass up to tell me to get my shit together and get out here, and once I got here I was stuck in interviews, and then afterwards I was trying to track you down. I just forgot."

Without a word, AJ rolled away and grabbed the phone off the side of the bed opposite Marshall.

Marshall leaned over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

AJ dialed the front desk and turned to give Marshall a quick peck on the cheek. "Feeding my man."

Marshall got a silly grin on his face as AJ turned back to talk into the phone. His man. Why did that make him feel all…funny inside? He didn't know, but he liked the feeling. Turning his attention back to what AJ was saying he was just in time to hear him place his order.

"Yeah, I want um, a couple quarter pounder's with cheese, and not those fancy restaurant quarter pounders either. I'll pay whatever it takes to get someone to go to McDonald's and get the good stuff. Oh, and get fries too. Super-sized."

Turning back to Marshall, he covered up the receiver and asked, "What else?"

Marshall shrugged. "Got Mountain Dew?"

AJ nodded, "Yeah, in the mini bar."

"That's it then I guess."

AJ turned back to the phone. "That's is. Oh wait, Cheetos. I want a big ass bag of cheetos."

After he hung up, AJ rolled over onto his back and sighed. "It'll be here in ten minutes. Guess I should wash up."

Marshall looked down at the sticky mess drying on himself from where he'd been pressed against AJ when he collapsed on top of him. "Yeah, me too."

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting on AJ's couch, nearly inhaling the burgers and fries as they channel surfed in their boxers. Settling on late night cartoons, they both laughed and ate till the burgers and fries and pop were gone.

AJ leaned back against the couch, groaning. "Fuck. I ate way too damn much."

Marshall rolled his eyes. He'd heard that before. AJ always said that, but amazingly enough, he always seemed to have room for more too. "Yeah, sure."

"I did damnit. I won't eat for a week now." AJ said stubbornly.

Marshall smiled knowingly, and reached for the bag of cheetos on the cart. "Guess I get the whole bag to myself then huh?"

AJ scowled and grabbed the bag from him. "The fuck you do. Hand it over rap boy."

Marshall tensed, his voice dropping dangerously low. He did his best to look menacing as he said, "Are you making fun of my video?"

AJ shrugged, not intimidated a bit by Marshall's threatening demeanor. He knew him too well for that. "Hey, not my fault. You threatened me with cheetos."

Marshall rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag back, turning away so AJ couldn't get at it and opening it while AJ practically dove on top of his back, reaching around, trying to get it back.

"Back off or I'll sit on the whole bag and crush every last cheeto into powder." Marshall warned, amused by AJ's string of curses as he tried to grab the cheetos.

AJ's eyes glinted dangerously as he backed off. "You want a war, bitch, you've got one."

Marshall eyed him suspiciously. "What are you gonna do, bitch?"

AJ smiled evilly as he stuck his hand between them and snatched up the remote. Marshall's eyes flashed. "You wouldn't. This is my favorite cartoon."

AJ's smile broadened. "I know. Say bye bye."

Turning to the TV, he hit the channel up button and switched the show off. Marshall growled and dropped the cheetos, then dove for AJ. AJ laughed as Marshall attacked him pushing him back into the couch. He pushed at the older man's chest with one hand, while holding the remote just out of his reach with the other as he flipped channels.

As he continued to fight Marshall off, he happened to catch what was on the TV out of the corner of his eye and stopped flipping the channel as he mumbled, "Oh shit."

Marshall heard him and saw his attention suddenly shift to the TV. Half on top of AJ, he stopped his attempts to get the remote temporarily to check out what AJ was looking at. His brows knit in confusion when he saw it was one of his videos, the one for The Real Slim Shady.

"What? It's just an old video of mine."

AJ dropped the remote and swallowed, not taking his eyes off the video. "Yeah, but damn. You looked hot as Britney Spears in that."

Marshall stiffened and looked at AJ, seeing he was completely serious. "You're shittin' me. You think that's hot?"

AJ pulled his eyes from the TV as that part of the video got done. "Oh fuck yes. I uh…I have this thing for cross-dressing. Not me cross-dressing, although I've been known to, but I mean, other guys. And fuck. You just looked…damn. I'd kill to see you in that in person."

Marshall felt his cock twitch to life in his boxers. He had a thing for cross-dressing too. It was why he'd done it in two of his videos now, and for a print ad. Hell, it had even made it into the lyrics for a couple of his songs. Something about the whole thing made him horny as hell. And now, finding out AJ liked it too was giving him ideas…

"Marshall, yoo hoo. Earth to Marshall." AJ sing-songed, waving his hand in front of his face.

Marshall blinked and pulled away from AJ, sitting back. "You're serious? You really like me like that?"

AJ reached around him, taking advantage of Marshall's surprised state to grab the cheetos. Reaching in the bag and grabbing a couple, he shoved them in his mouth and nodded. "Hell yes. God you make a hot chick."

Marshall watched him eat, then lick his fingers of the cheese before sticking his hand back in the bag for more. When AJ again licked his fingers after eating more, Marshall watched as not all the cheese came off that time and AJ proceeded to stick his fingers in his mouth, one at a time, sucking the cheese off determinedly. He felt himself harden.

When AJ did it yet again, Marshall reached out and grabbed his hand just before his lips closed over his finger and pulled it to his own mouth, sucking the cheese off, finger by finger, lightly nipping at the tips as he went. By the time he was through, both of them were hard and shooting each other heated gazes.

AJ moved first, dropping the cheetos bag to the floor and leaning into Marshall, attacking his mouth hungrily. Marshall allowed AJ to press him back against the couch and he kissed him back, forgetting for the moment about the cross-over discussion, the TV, the cheetos and anything else that didn't involve immediately getting naked and sucking each other's body parts.


Chapter Twenty-Nine
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