Red Carpet – Lance/Eminem

Lance stretched languidly out of the limo. He smoothed his suit down and looked up the red carpet and around at his bandmates.

Eminem saw them arrive. Light shining off them as if they stole it from the sun itself. Momentarily he thought to himself how much heat he radiated tonight. It varied with how turned on he was. Em smiled to himself. When Lance was hot, his flesh was burning. Then he noticed who got out of the limo after him. Blond girl. ‘Die,’ he thought. He saw him wrap his arm around her waist and smile for a picture. Just last night that arm had been wrapped around his waist, bringing his hips down to … Eminem shuddered involuntarily.

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I Want To Be… – Nick/Eminem

Chapter One

Marshall stared across the bar, the Crown and Coke being watered down by the melting ice from the heat of his hand. His eyes were fixed on the two men leaning too close, smiling too much, blushing, touching. Jealousy and rage sung through his veins.

Oh god, I wanna be that

Marshall ordered another Crown and Coke after determining the last one was lost to the cause. Dre came over and sat down. Tired, guarded conversation between the two men. Dre nudged him. Marshall grunted, “Don’t worry about it, Dre.” The older man just nodded and left the bar stool. Marshall sat and drank, still staring at the two men across the room.

‘Cause I hate to be alone
And if you’re out there with him
somewhere and just about to kiss

JC came up to the bar right next to Marshall and ordered a drink. He glanced over at the rapper and nodded in acknowledgment. Marshall grunted and shifted his gaze back to his prey. Nick sat in the corner still, waiting for JC to come back with the drinks.

Too Damn Good – Nick/Eminem

“You’re here,” Nick whispered.

Marshall scratched his head through the hooded sweatshirt.  “Can I come in?”

Nick stepped back to let him enter.

I missed you so much
That I begged you to fly and see me
You must’ve broke down

Nick could feel the lines forming in his skin as he was pressed against the door handle from the force of Marshall’s kiss.  A single tear collapsed onto his cheekbone.  He couldn’t believe that Marshall was here, had risked everything, just to make him happy.  And no one had seen him.

Resistance – Zak/Nick

Nick groaned, rolling out of the motel bed and shuffled his way to the door. He sat and listened to Zak pound on the other side for a full five minutes, but apparently the man wasn’t giving up. Leaving the chain on the door, he opened it slowly. Zak fell forward as the door opened, pushing the chain taut. “What the fuck?” Nick asked. The stench of high dollar whiskey seeped out of his pores, assaulting Nick’s nostrils. “You’re drunk.”

“Lemme in,” Zak mumbled.

“No, go to your own room,” Nick said, attempting to close the door.

“No, please,” he whined. “I can’t fucking find my key.” Nick groaned, unchaining the door. Zak stumbled in, landing in the chair across from the bed. “Thanks.”

 

Drive – Zak/Nick

Drive. After each lockdown, Zak would climb in his lambourgini and set out for the open stretches of highway just outside of the city. His foot pressed down to the floor, the wind whipping by the car, pushing against the fiberglass lit his soul on fire. Zak’s blood pumped energy through his body as the outside world became a blur.

Drive. It’s what he did to remember.