Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2015 20:47:32 -0500
From: Ryan Webster <w.ryan.787@gmail.com>
Subject: Eminem goes to a Justin Bieber Concert chapter 3

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Marshall was tossing and turning lying in his bed. It was about 2:30 in the
morning and he had not gotten a minute of sleep. It had been three days
since his night with Justin, and he just could not stop thinking about
him. This shouldn't be happening, he thought, he's a dude. I don't like
dudes, why the fuck do I keep thinking about him?

Marshall turned over towards his night stand and picked up his phone, he
checked it-nothing. He didn't know what he was waiting for, a call or a
text, maybe? He just couldn't figure out why he was waiting...

Em rolled back over onto his back and he stared at his ceiling. He knew it
was late, and he was going to start recording for his new album the next
day-or actually later that same day- so he needed to get some sleep. Dre
was going to be at the recording studio at 10 which was less than eight
hours from now. Marshall closed his eyes and forced himself to go to sleep,
which eventually he did.

(Later that day as Em walked into his studio.)

	Em walked into his studio still thinking about his encounter a few
days before, but ready to start his new album, MMLP2. (I know it did not
come out for almost two years after Recovery but just go with it...)

"Dawg how's shit been?" Dre, his best friend and producer asked him as soon
as he walked in.

Being gay was like the worst shit you could do in Hip Hop, so Em decided
not to bring up Justin for now.

"It has been alright man," Eminem lied.

Dre gave Em a weird look but decided to get down to business "Alright so I
was thinking we could start with your song `Headlights', but we need
somebody with a girly voice to sing it with you. I was thinking maybe Nate
Ruess, or P!NK like `Won't back down', but I was gonna get your opinion."

Em completely forgot about needing somebody for his song. He thought about
it a moment but had a genius idea, (I know this is not how it actually
went, but that why it is Fan FICTION, right?) "Justin."

"Timberlake? I think N'Sync is working on their own album, he is probably
too busy right now anyways."

"No dawg, not Timberlake, Bieber!"



Dre could not stop laughing, but Em had the most serious look on his face.

"Rabbit (Nickname from Detroit), man, you're serious? Not even a week ago
you were bitching about going to the faggot's concert! If I thought
Timberlake was bad, god damn!"

"Man, I am serious. It is my fucking album!"

Dre raised his hands in mock surrender "Alright, Alright, I'll call
Bieber's manager and see what we can get worked out... In the meantime I
guess you can start recording another song?"

"Nah man, I'll just wait to start Headlights."



(Next day at studio)



Em could not wait to see what Justin's manager had said. He walked into the
studioand his jaw nearly dropped when he saw Justin was already there. He
quickly composed himself when Dre walked in, and nonchalantly walked up to
Justin and shook his hand.

"Hey man, thanks for coming out on such a short notice. Did Dre send you
the lyrics already?"

"Yeah, I already got `em"

Dre turned around to start walking to the sound room, and Em followed. When
Em passed Justin he lightly squeezed Justin's ass. Justin could feel
himself already getting hard and quickly put it in his waistband and
followed the two of them.

They worked on the song for about two hours, and when it was about noon Dre
asked them if they wanted lunch. They both agreed and admitted that they
were starving. Dre went to pick up food, but in about 10 minutes Dre called
and told them that he would not be back for at least an hour because there
was an accident and a lot of traffic. Em hung up the phone and told Justin.

"What should we do for an hour, we can't really record without Dre..."
Justin asked nervously.

Em couldn't contain himself for another minute, he rushed over to Justin,
slamming him into the wall and kissed him hard. Marshall shoved his hands
down in to Justin's sagging shorts, agressively grabbing his ass, and
grinded his dick against Justin's. Justin hesitated at first, probably in
shock, but then returned the kiss. Em threw off his shirt, and quickly
worked on Justin's. After Justin's shirt, Em went to work on getting his
own pants off, and Justin quickly got down and sucked as much of Em's
throbbing cock as he could.

Justin stood back up and started kissing Marshall again. Justin started
undoing his own pants, exposing his rock hard cock. Marshall stopped
kissing Justin for a minute in hesitation.

"What is it?" Justin asked.

"Did you want me to... um... you know?"

"Suck it? Well I mean... if you don't... want to..."

"It is just; I don't do this gay shit man. I ain't sucked no dick before."

Justin noticed his defensive ghetto accident coming back, and just said "It
is okay, you don't have to..." And before Eminem had to say anything else
he continued kissing him.

Eminem was enthralled by Justin's submissiveness, and you could call it a
control problem, but Em loved every second of it. Em grabbed Justin, and
took him in the sound room. Em bent him over the table and spread his ass
cheeks. He started slowly, licking his tight hole, but then quickly
thrusting his tongue into Justin's ass. Justin moaned in pleasure and
reached down to give a little attention to his own throbbing cock.

Em stood up and pressed the head of his cock against Justin's tight hole
and slowly forced his raw hardly lubed dick into his ass. Justin moaned in
both pleasure in pain, but he loved it. Em knew he loved it and did not
even hesitate to fully insert himself into Justin's ass. Justin moaned a
little louder.

"Oh fuck yes Marshall! Fuck the shit out of me!"

Em started thrusting in and out faster and faster and blew his load into
Justin's ass just as Justin came himself.

Em stood there for a moment, leaning over his sweaty new lover. Justin was
muscular, but nowhere near as much as Em was. Justin was more toned, while
Em was built.

They were both covered in sweat, as well as a good amount of cum, so Em
leaned down to Justin's ear and softly asked if he would like to
shower. Justin agreed and the two of them proceeded to take a shower
together. The two of them washed each other, but relatively no sex took
place.

Dre walked back into the studio and he did not see the two other guys. He
did not think much of it, because the studio was a big place. Dre sat in
his chair and he smelled sweat, but knew that it also got hot in the room
when you were singing, and they had probably not aired out the sound
booth. Dre decided to listen to what they recorded last, so he could give
them tips when they came back.

He pressed play and he was shocked. At first he heard a question from
Bieber, and then moaning, and a while later even Justin asking Em to fuck
him, followed by smacking sounds that were most likely Em taking him up on
his offer. Dre sat there speechless. He could not believe Em was gay.

The two guys walked back in rather close to each other, laughing and making
small talk. Neither of them had shirts on and their hair looked wet. They
stopped laughing when they saw Dre.

"What were you guys doing?" Dre asked.

"Nothing" Eminem quickly responded

"Don't FUCKING LIE TO ME!"

Dre never raised his voice at Em, nobody did.

Em was taken back; nobody directed the F word to him like that.

"I said... we were not doing anything." His tone reflecting the anger now
reflecting on his face.

"Where are your shirts?"

"They got sweaty, we took them off" Em quickly answered.

"Why is your hair wet?"

"Showered."

"Both of you have wet hair." This was an observation not a question.

Em had no answer.

"Em, if you are gay you could have talked to me dawg. I am always here for
you, we don't lie to each other."

"I'm not gay."

"You're not?"  This time it was a question directed from Justin.

"No."

"Sounded like you're gay." Dre interjected.

"Not gay." Eminem restated, clearly becoming aggravated and quickly
becoming defensive.

"Don't lie to yourself."

Dre and Justin shared a look.

"I'm not lying to myse-" that was all Em got out before Justin wrapped his
arms around his neck and kissed him. Em stood there with wide eyes at first
before melting into the kiss, as well as closing his eyes and returning the
kiss. Dre stood there with a blank expression, and then said "looks like
you are gay to me."

"Okay maybe a little..." Marshall admitted.

Marshall wrapped his hands around Justin's waist and kissed him again. Dre
got up and left, on his way out telling them that they had a few weeks off,
and in a month they would resume their recording.

"Mmm... a whole month? What should we do?" Justin asked, breaking the kiss.

"What do you want to do?"

"Right now my ass is on fire, but I suppose we could figure something out
tomorrow. Until then maybe we could hang at your place?"

Em looked away from Justin and slowly answered "Well... Hailie is
home... and I don't know how she will like me bringing a guy home..."

"Considering who the guy is, I think she will be more than okay with
it. The only thing you are going to have to worry about is keeping me to
yourself."

Eminem smirked and Justin pulled Marshall into a hug and whispered in his
year "God you are so sexy when you smile."

Em's smirk turned into a smile at this point, and he gave Justin a quick
kiss. "C'mon my Hummer is out front, you got dropped off right?"

"Yea."

"Cool, than you are mine for a whole month..."

Now it was Justin's turn to grin, and the two of them walked out of the
studio and got in his Hummer.



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