"You're probably right. With Flame Prince here and all, we won't be able to have any sex without him getting an eyeful somehow." Bubba flushed all his color and shook his head back and forth, displaying that he did not want to be seen doing anything like what they did. Marshall smiled. "Why such a serious no?"
"You know why such a serious no! You don't realize how vulgar it looks! I'm lying there on my back with the biggest erection I've ever had and you spread my legs and my rear is in full view and then you take your even bigger erection and shove it in me and then I squeal and I really like it but I certainly would never want an audience-" He took a huge deep breath, then continued. "-Because it is so entirely distasteful words can't even begin to describe it! Especially when we get rough on another and start making these terribly sexual and inappropriate noises and then you thrust and I scream and it is entirely unacceptable for anyone's eyes but ours because it's a special thing just for us to know and have and nobody else. So don't even to begin to ask me why I gave such a serious no because we all know why I did! Period, end of story." Bubba crossed his arms and scowled into Marshall's eyes, blowing out his nose in a little huff, finished from his little tirade. Marshall burst into laughter.
"That was hysterical! I think that was the longest time a person has talked without breathing in history! I promise we won't have an audience when we make love. I will make sure that no one walks in on us, ever." Bubba nodded and wiggled out of Marshall's arms, then put out the fire. Back in the tent, the Flame Prince winced. It still felt good to be around a fire and it still hurt when one was put out.
"Okay boyfriend. Time for bed."
"Boyfriend?" Marshall asked, smiling.
"Well... Yes. I'd prefer to think we're in a serious relationship if we're doing all that naughty stuff. Right?"
"Mhm. Gotchya. But don't just call me boyfriend."
"What do you mean?" Bubba's brow shoots up in confusion. "I'm not quite sure what you mean Marshall. Why is that so bad?"
"It's not bad bud. It really isn't. It just sounds a little odd. Strange. Call me a nice name."
"Like... Marshie Lee? Or lovie? Or buddy? Or babe?"
"Uhhhh... I think Marshie is cute. I like to call you Bubs and Gummy." He says as they slip into the tent and get in the bed. Sharing one happily.
"That would be alright as long as you don't use them inappropriately."
"Fine. Whatever you say Gummybutt."
"We did NOT agree upon that name!" He frowned in protest, but it melted away as he suddenly experienced the kisses of Marshall Lee. He kissed back softly, opening his mouth a bit to accept Marshall's snake like tongue. Marshall moaned under his breath, and when he pulled back to speak, grinned.
"It was really sexy how you talked about our love making."
"It... Wasn't supposed to be a turn on but... Okay. Sexy. I'll have to make use of my words and play on what is attractive to you. Have any fetishes?" He asked softly, going back in for another kiss. Marshall kissed warmly then curled in.
"What's that mean?"
"A fetish is something that is extremely attractive to you that may or may not be odd. What really makes you blush and turns you on?" He asked, eyes bright.
"You know what? I am very much attracted to you when you try and take control. I like the rougher more raw and animal-like side of sex. Instead of making love, or having sex... I like mating. Emotions left behind, instincts guiding." He described his feelings and Bubba blushed deeply,not expecting such an intelligent and well thought out response. He had clearly given it some thought.
"So would doing so outside excite you? Maybe on hands and knees?" He asked, just suggesting, one eyebrow raised. Marshall blushed deeply, nodding humbly, embarrassed by his feelings, but that did sound really really good. Quietly, he just smiled and spoke out.
"Yes. Very much yes. That sounds really sexy. What about you?"
"Well I kind of like the opposite. I think it would be highly attractive if we made gentle and cool and quiet love. Slow and smooth and sensual. But first we'd really really open up and learn about another. Not one secret left behind. Just really really love on each other. Kisses and kind words. Hugs and rocking another as we go at it. In a softly lit, safe, warm room. Blankets and pillows and flowers and moonlight." Gumball simply shivered, purely purely truly happy. Dreaming of the moment. "That would be my fantasy of ultimate happiness." Marshall slowly smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"I think that would be excellent. It sounds dreamy and sensual. I would like that very much." He kissed Bubba in between the eyes and he giggled.
"Perfect. Good night Marshall Lee. I love you."
"Love you too. Goodnight. Sweet dreams."
Sometime in the night, Bubba received a dream. It was a very very sweet dream indeed. Bubba shifted uncomfortably and moaned quietly, experiencing bodily excitement. In his mind, Marshall was kissing on his neck and bare body, kindly showing his natural attraction to the younger blonde prince. It was super quiet and peaceful, and Marshall was so cool and super calm. They were back to their original forms, Bubba made of gum and Marshall a vampire without a heartbeat. The vampire woke up and looked to the smaller boy, who was whimpering softly, pressing his groin to Marshall's slightly bent knee. The brunette blushed at how the prince was conducting himself, but he quickly remembered that he was a human now- A simple, needy human kid. Marshall smiled, and somewhat awkwardly extended his hand and touched Gumball's face, expression showing sexual tension.
Bubba woke with a slight gasp, and immediately pinpointed the odd sensation of pain and tension to be coming from his groin. It was a horribly awkward pain. He wiped the sweat from his brow after pulling away from Marshall, turning to face the other side, and tiredly muttering, "I'm sorry." The older boy absolutely wouldn't let it go though. He reached down by Gumball's crotch, between his legs, and slid his hands into the boy's boxers. His chilly fingertips met the blonde boy's lowers, and he drew in a sharp gasp of air. Shortly after, he moaned in relief and turned back to face Marshall, wanting more. He sleepily pulled down his boxers and whined with raspy breaths for Marshall to touch and caress some more. He blushed and nodded, reaching down to stroke and warm and fondle him. The minutes ticked by as the king gave Bubba a good rub down under the covers while he was half asleep. This way he was more vocal, sweeter, and sexier. He eventually rolled to his back from his side and lifted his knees in the air, spreading his legs, begging for more and more. The king worked furiously yet gingerly, rubbing and stroking and pinching and squeezing and pulling and twisting.
When the young boy appeared to not be able to hold on much longer, Marshall took the soft pad of his thumb and rubbed the very tip, eliciting a pre-cum. Gumball drew in and blew out shaking breaths, going limp, waiting for the epiphany. Making sure Flame Prince was still asleep, Marshall leaned down and put Bubba's tip in his mouth. He sucked a bit and within seconds Bubba grunted and achieved orgasm, losing most of his supply of white gold for the moment. Marshall swallowed, unaffected, then licked the last bit from Bubba's stiff and thick but now relaxing sex organ. He wiped it off with a soft cloth then put his boxers back on his bum. When he looked at Gumball's face, it wasn't quite the expression he had been expecting to see.
"Wh-what is it?" He asked noticing the absolute shock on the prince's face.
"You... you swallowed it?"
"Yes I did. It's safe and I don't mind. You don't give out all that much and it's so hot to see you writhing for a finish." He mentioned, eliciting the perfect blush from the prince. "Well... I can't kiss you 'til you brush your teeth." The older boy grinned and kissed him wide and open, taking him by surprise. Bubba grimaced and wiped his mouth when it was done, and Marshall pulled him down so they could lie down together.
"Good night Princie Bubba G."
"Good night, M-Marshall. I love you... Even though-" The brunette hushed him with a hand over his mouth.
"I love you too."
"Marshall?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for coming to my aid and helping me orgasm. It always feels really nice. Thank you. Thank you a lot." He hugged him close, then curled up tight and closed his eyes. The older boy smiled slowly and wrapped his arms around him.
"Of course. I could tell you were already half way there... So why not build a little trust and finish it. Sweet dreams."
Both of the boys fell asleep in preparation for the long, treacherous day ahead of them. What felt like ten minutes later, Bubba woke with a sudden pain on his skin. He sat up slowly, dizzy, to see the Marrow panicking. Marshall and the Flame Prince were on their bellies, still blissfully unaware of their surroundings. Gumball frowned and stood, unable to hear anything. He couldn't smell or taste either. His vision was already blurry and his mind was slowing down and fogging up. He couldn't think straight. What was going on? What was the Marrow carrying on over? Within a tenth of a second, he had insight that hit him hard.
