Life is a Roller Coaster

Yelawolf gives Marshall a proper goodbye when he goes off to Abu Dhabi...a nice trip to an amusement park.

Marshall didn’t even know why he went. A crippling fear curled inside him, an anxious nervousness that may have equally been caused by meeting with the younger man than the…turbulent mechanical snakes. That’s what they should’ve been called, really. It was more fitting. And, like that name, happiness coiled around his heart �" an exuberance unmatched by flavorful grease dishes.

Michael was coming with him.

One day Hailie barely spoke at the dinner table, playing absently with her peas as her cheeks blushed. When Marshall asked her about it, she said “nothing.” Well, now Marshall knew what “nothing” felt like.

Marshall was leaving for Abu Dhabi in a few days, and Michael wanted a proper goodbye. The older man was completely fine with that �" more than fine actually, but the place they were to say their goodbyes seemed so bizarre. He almost wanted to go back home and call the Alabama native over the phone.

Almost.

He was standing near the ticket booth, feeling an unwavering warmth lighting up deep inside him. He breathed several times through tightened lips, looking around for the tall drink of water. He usually wasn’t that hard to find anyway.

“Marshall, baby!” came a raspy voice in the distance. Marshall’s heart set ablaze and he spun himself around to see the delightful young man who called him “baby.”

“Hi,” he breathed out like a shy schoolgirl. Michael, beaming with bright eyes as big as his smile, immediately wrapped his boss in a hug, burying his scruffy face into the older man’s shoulder. Marshall was caught off guard, but very pleased.

“I’m so happy to see you,” Michael whispered. There could’ve been a million people standing around them and he wouldn’t have cared, and Marshall tried to find it within himself to do the same. And with those words Marshall felt like a lightning bolt, melting and skyrocketing simultaneously.

“Really?” Marshall asked, bewildered. The young man smelled like Hugo Boss and cheap beer, just how he liked. Then Michael let go of his older friend reluctantly, looking into his eyes with love and said:

“Let’s go!”

Before Marshall could get a word in edgewise Michael was pulling him through the park with voracious excitement. Marshall was almost crippled under the lovely energy. He almost wished he could possess such youthful passion and vigor. Such was he a more blindly mature man with little ability to enjoy childish things…like an amusement park.

“Where are we goin’?” Marshall asked loudly as they poured into a large, noisy crowd. He could see the tuffs of Michael’s hair poking out from underneath his black beanie, a little trail of bottle blonde streaks bouncing around. It distracted him from the tight grip of Michael’s hand around his wrist. Try as he might it was very difficult to keep up, especially with someone who wouldn’t answer his questions and rather looked around aimlessly (supposedly) for a riveting destination.

Michael paused but for a moment, scanning the crowd through squinted eyes from the overbearing sunlight to find what he had been looking for �" a place that Marshall couldn’t seem to comprehend.

“Ugh…this way!” and the beanpole was off again in a strange direction, like an absence of a compass but a drive of intuition. Marshall was starting to get excited.

So many individuals were laughing and cheering in the face of balloons and stuffed toys, kissing each other in excitement and praise at small games that oddly meant so much.

“Here!” Michael said gleefully as he pulled his boss to his side. Marshall caught a glimpse of his face and saw wrinkles around a perpetuating smile.

“What’s this?” Marshall asked �" mostly because he wanted to hear the man speak more than two words rather than find out what the purpose of this venture was, as if he didn’t already know.

“I wanna win you somethin’,” the young man replied with a deep gaze at his boss. Marshall felt such an impact deep in his heart from the gesture he almost fell apart at the seams. He smiled, blushed, and kept quiet while hiding his face in embarrassment.

Michael laughed and pulled Marshall to the front of one particular stand: basketball. Marshall, placing a firm grip on his signee’s upper arm like a cautious child, knew that the game was rigged. He was like a jaded New Yorker, always questioning the authenticity of things before someone is given the chance to achieve them. But he promised internally to keep quiet in the process as not to hurt the younger man’s chances.

“Three balls?” Michael asked in a brash voice, placing 5 bucks on the crusty wooden stand. His muscles tensed up with…nervousness?

“It’s just a game, hon,” Marshall reiterated, squeezing Michael’s plaid covered arm. He always looked particularly handsome in plaid. Michael gazed down at him again and smirked uncomfortably. To Michael, winning a stuffed bear for Marshall meant a lot. There was only one left.

Just then another couple came pouring through the crowd: a typically engrossing couple no less, a tall handsome man with his bottle-blonde babe. It intimidated Marshall just a bit, never used to being the “difference” in a group of categorically similar things, no matter how much his life had exemplified that. Michael, however, was fuming.

“Hey can I have two balls?” the d****e-lord tall piece of s**t asked with a ring of perfectly white teeth. Marshall couldn’t help but stare at him sinfully. The teen manning the stand was torn, his zit-inflamed face confused.

“Ugh…alright,” he replied finally like a stoner. He gave Michael his three basketballs that were probably touched by the most disgusting walks of life, and Michael almost crushed the first one in his hands, staring like a ruthless killer at the other couple. The blonde was smiling behind her sunglasses, cheering her man on as he received his two self-confident balls.

Marshall smiled into Michael’s shirt at the irony.

He was respectful enough to let go of a steaming Michael as he prepared to go for it in stride. With pursed lips he lunged the first ball towards the net…and missed.

“F**k!” he shouted. Marshall lurched back at the surprising sound, placing a hand on the young man’s back to relax him. The other guy shot his ball with a pretentious shot…and missed. Michael almost smiled.

Michael launched his second ball…and missed again. This time, however, he blew out a lungful of air through his similarly pursed lips. He grinded his teeth and stared at the floor, heart racing as the other man shot his second and last ball.

And missed.

Marshall grinned privately. Michael immediately perked up and grabbed his last ball, focusing with his utmost concentration in order to fulfill his goal.

“He shoots…” Marshall proses. The ball hit the rim, and slid through the net with grace. “And scores!” Marshall clapped several times, beaming, but not as much as Michael was. When the zit-faced kid gave Michael the gigantic Teddy Bear, he didn’t bother to ask why he wanted it.

“Here babe,” Michael said, passing Marshall the bear. He tried to blame the blush on his face from the sunlight, but didn’t bother once he saw that his boss had the same tone to his angelic face.

“How am I supposed ta carry this aroun’ you dope?” Marshall said, giggling slightly. Michael just revered in his boss’ reaction, and pulled at his wrist again. “Wha-,”

“Come on,” Michael said as they continued to plow their ways through the park. Marshall struggled to hold the massive manufactured toy in one hand but he managed with each dose of adrenaline entering his bloodstream. He was honestly fearful of Michael’s next bold move. He almost ripped some guy’s head off because there was a slight chance he couldn’t get his boss a dumb stuffed toy.

There were swells of screaming in front of his signee’s delicious form, and Marshall suddenly knew what disastrous feat he was going to be forced to climb. He carved his pristine shoes into the hot black cement, cringing but successfully stopping the younger man �" whom almost tripped if not for his superb balance.

“What’s up?” he asked, turning around to see a frightened rapper staring at the rollercoaster in front of him.

A million things were going on in the back of Marshall’s head: heights, breakdowns, and pain. He bit his lip. He stomach curled in a knot like the infamous coils of the raging machine. He wasn’t getting on that damn thing.

“Come on, Marshall. I’ll be wit you erry step o’ the way,” Michael said calmly, folding his fingers around the older man’s. Marshall still refused to look up.

“I’m too afraid…” he admitted quietly, almost more frightened by the perpetuity of speaking the words aloud rather than experiencing anything scary at all. A rapper isn’t weak in any way.

Michael became gradual uncomfortable with the situation, unable to deal with an emotional boss just as he had been unable to deal with emotional children.  

“Look, um…we don’t have ta go…” Michael began dispassionately. It was at that point when Marshall looked up into the Southern boy’s eyes and saw hidden disappointment. He was a master of that attitude; it was almost a way of life for him. He had to at least try.

“A’ight,” and he swallowed noiselessly. “Let’s go.” Michael grinned softly.

“You sure?”

“Yup.”

~*~*~

The line wasn’t that long, and considering how late it was in the day it wasn’t a good sign. Marshall’s face started to get hot as he clung onto Michael’s arm for dear life.

“C’mon, bro! It ain’t that scary!”

“Nah, man. I’m out.”

The kids in front of the odd couple were still reeling an argument. The word “p***y” was being flung around like a distressed fish on a fishing line. If so-called “invincible” teenagers were frightened by this machine, then what was to say about a forty year old man and his thirty-two year old companion?

Marshall could feel his pulse rising with each gradual step to the front. It had gotten to the point where Michael nervously lit a cigarette with shaky hands and fearful eyes. What was worse was that he took two drags and he was done with the cancer stick. He just wanted to be on “The Ladybug” or those spinning watermelon rides like a little baby. He wouldn’t even mind if Michael laughed at him, he just wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Are ya nervous?” Marshall asked like the shmuck he usually was. Michael looked down as his older friend with dissipating fear and an accumulation of love.

“Fugg yeah, I’m nervous…But it’s jus’ the anticipation, babe. Once we’re on it’ll be okay,” Michael reassured. Marshall frowned and looked back at the familiar black cement underneath his shoes. He kicked a pebble, and tried to kick away his fears. Michael sensed the displacement. “Look, hon…”

Marshall’s eyes shot straight up and Michael thought he might die by the sapphire gems inside.

“If ya do this fo’ me…” he hesitated. Marshall smirked and cocked his head.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly. Michael almost fell apart in laughter, so he looked away.

“If ya do this fo’ me…I’ll give ya a lil goin’ away gift,” he confessed like a sinister drug dealer. Marshall compared him to the slyness of a snake.

“Aren’t ja gonna tell me what it is?” Marshall pressed. He a continued his reign of terror by wrapping his arm around Michael’s trim stomach and skidding his delicate hands over it. Michael almost broke at that.

“No…” he said point blank, not giving Marshall an inch of leverage. The older man pouted and felt a little bit better �" his spider-like fears no longer crawling inside him.

“Next!”

And suddenly all of those fears came tumbling in again. He heard screams coming from people that he thought only came from horror movies. He tried to be brave, but there’s always one thing that a person can’t recover from. Roller coasters were one of them.

“Let’s go, babe,” Michael said softly. Marshall sighed and looked at the sleazy guy getting ready to start the next cycle of the ride. He had greasy hair and a complacent face that screamed “I don’t really care if you are scared.” He was comparative to Freddy Krueger. Marshall gulped.

Michael helped Marshall into his seat: a scratched leather chair held by nothing more than glue bolted into a poor, plastic red compartment. He could only hope that the added seatbelt and brass bar would keep him safe…and maybe the grasp of his signee.

“Go to sleep little boy, don’t cry, like shadows on the wall…” Michael started singing quietly. Marshall recognized the tune immediately and smiled to himself, a push from the younger man getting him safely in the seat. When he was sitting down comfortably, he looked to the Southern rapper and saw a gleaming smile as well. He got in with little resistance and cradled Marshall under his arm.

“Don’t look under your bed, hear footsteps in the hall…” he continued. Marshall bit his lip and reached in for a kiss on the singing rapper’s tatted neck �" so quick no one else getting on board thought twice about it. Michael blushed and pulled down the safety bar.

“Somebody’s gonna come get me…”

“Please do not remove your seatbelt at any point during the ride. Keep all hands and feet inside the ride at all times. No food or drinks permitted on this ride…”

Marshall felt himself drifting into a peaceful place as Michael continued to sing to him, and then they started with a subtle jerk and push.

The climb in itself felt like a rush of adrenaline. They hit the afternoon air with slow acceleration and doused themselves in the warmth of the sun. Marshall almost looked to the sky as he would never stop floating, riding a cloud on the wings of Michael’s voice as he approached the sun and never ceased to fly. He closed his eyes and held his breath.

“I will not deceive you, God said to never leave you. And since I cannot see you, I’m gonna have ta believe you…”

They plummeted down to the center of the earth like eagles catching prey, and Marshall started to feel his body rising from the seat…but he didn’t scream.

It was only when they tumbled down to the bottom that Marshall opened his eyes and captured this bizarre world. They never ceased to accelerate and soon Michael’s shaken hand gravitated to Marshall’s open and waiting one, and they were surrounded by questionable wooden planks enveloping them in a shadowed tunnel. The tracks bumped and skidded against their cart, making the uphill and frighteningly fast downhill journeys much more discomforting and shutter shocking. Marshall felt a rhythmic disruption deep in his lungs with each swift turn or jerk. Michael held onto him for dear life, getting startled by the faint screams of the people preceding them in the cart. He could almost feel the whites of his knuckles protruding from his fingers as he squeezed the life from Marshall’s aged hand.

Michael’s hair flew in front of his face when they finally stopped, a feathery mess of blackened strands getting caught in the light of the sky. He was still frazzled and recuperating when he heard a giggle next to him. With the speed of a cheetah he turned his head �" miraculously without getting whiplash �" and saw Marshall burying his face in his dark hoodie. Michael raised a precarious eyebrow, all of the unsettling imbalances within him fading at that beautiful noise.

“Whatchu laffin’ ‘bout?” he asked, blowing his hair in front of him obnoxiously to make the man laugh again. With another giggle Marshall reached up with his free hand and brushed each individual strand from the man’s face with gentle care, never wanting the intimate moment to end.

“ ‘Scuse me,” said a voice from behind them. It was the sleazy guy from before, there to lift the bar from their laps and probably go chew some tobacco. Marshall’s smile left but his happiness didn’t, and that Michael could tell from the gorgeous color in the older man’s cheeks. They exited the ride, as if it didn’t even exist in the first place, and left hand-in-hand through the line of crazy teens.

Marshall didn’t look at the man until he remembered something.

“Oh no! My teddy bear…” he exclaimed like a lost toddler. He was almost embarrassed by the desperation in his voice, but he �" as much as Michael had �" wanted something to remember the younger man by when he went off to India.

“Oh no, babe…” Michael said hopelessly. He cradled Marshall in his arms, looking into saddened eyes full of penitence. He kissed his boss’ head softly, but then smiled. “But I still got that present for ya.”

Marshall broke away from the man and looked into his eyes skeptically.

“Oh?”

Michael just smiled brighter and took his hand. Like previously, he led Marshall on a wild goose chase, pulling the aging man in every which way until he found a good place to show Marshall his present. Finally, he found a good spot underneath a roller coaster where he was sure no one would find them; an area covered by aluminum and squared off from any human interaction, almost like a tunnel.

“A’ight,” Marshall said, winded. “Where is it?” he asked innocently. Just then, with a piercing gaze, Michael pushed the older man forcefully against the edge of the tunnel, pressing his entire lithe body into him. Marshall was startled by how warm and yearning he was, like a furnace boiling over.

“Right here…” he rattled off coyly, breathlessly. He then bent down his head for a smooth kiss, to which Marshall welcomed without so much as a meek protest. He felt himself boiling over as well, coming alive by the ignition of the Southern boy’s lips on his. When he opened his mouth he felt a molten lava running throughout his body as a hot tongue probed its way through. He gasped, which of course made a cocky f****r like Michael grin through his kiss.

Marshall didn’t do much of anything after that, letting the young rapper practically rip off his pants in arousal and desperation. The man was in absolute heat, and something told Marshall that losing the teddy bear was just another point in the younger man’s plan to get into his pants.

Michael was very wanton in his needs, grabbing more than a handful of Marshall’s a*s in his large hands and growling into his mouth. The older man was exposed and naked from the waist down, his pants and boxers hanging like laundry around his ankles. It wasn’t fair; Michael was still fully clothed.

The younger man broke apart from Marshall, rubbing his thumbs into the self-made crevices of the man’s buttocks.

“Turn aroun’,” he whispered evilly from wet, parted lips. Marshall obeyed, staring into the man’s eyes like a puppy about to get played with.

Michael pressed his back into the wall until Marshall was just barely comfortable, and undid his belt slowly. The older man was feeling such tension in that moment, anxiously waiting for whatever it may be.

The self-proclaimed white trash heartthrob pressed his thumb against Marshall’s opening, just enough to get it lose. The older man bit down on a moan and waited.

And waited.

He felt a suddenly sharp pain as Michael filled him with gradual speed. It was like the steady acceleration of the roller coaster, and he was about to hit the peak of the initial launch.

Once Michael was all the way in and Marshall let out a deep sigh, they plummeted to the ground. It was a constant pressure inside him that delighted his senses. Nothing ever really compared to being fucked raw like this…in this type of area no less. Michael leaned over and bit Marshall’s neck, relaxing the man into a fit of moans. Over and over again Michael went inside, pressing into deeper parts of Marshall that the man had never felt before. He felt himself expanding over the younger man’s member as it slid against his prostate, and he succumbed to any and all pleasures that went along with it.

“Oh my God…” he sighed, mostly because there was nothing else to say in a moment that deserved every word. He didn’t think that a man as young as Michael could possess such sexual vigor and confidence.

“That’s right…” Michael whispered with a devilishly raspy voice as he pounded away inside his lover. He felt sweltering heat around himself as his boss’ a*s bounced against him, pressing so close to the man that there was negative energy between them. He bit Marshall’s ear to contain his groans.

Marshall came unexpectedly. Usually there’s a warning sign for him, but once second his organ was inflamed and the next he had stained the wall. He felt contractions rupturing inside him and squealed with each push that Michael drove into him. Apparently, Michael was surprised.

“You hot lil b***h…”

And with a daring press inside the man’s body, he shook and came violently, biting even harder on Marshall’s ear as the older man sighed in content.

“What a wonderful gift…”

~*~*~

“So whatja tell Paul?”

“I told ‘im we was on a date…”

They were driving home in Marshall’s limo, completely disregarding Michael’s ride on account of their exhaustion. Quiet moments passed filled with relieved adrenaline and sexual releases.

“Huh…” Michael said, laughing. He was leaning his head back against the leather interior, and decided to move it slowly in Marshall’s direction, finding a cute rapper staring at him with big blue eyes.

“He didn’t believe me…” Marshall said with a growing smile and poured himself over Michael’s lap like a child. “Hey, do ya even know what tha’ ride was called?”

Michael scrunched his eyes. “I think it was called…s**t I don’t remember man…” he concluded like a stoner losing his train of thought.

“Gee thanks…”

“Yer welcome,” Michael said, looking down at his lover with a cocky smile. Marshall giggled to himself.

Only then did he realize what the name of the roller coaster was called, and it only reiterated how much he would miss Michael when he went overseas.

Author's Note

i didn't proof read this but i wrote it for a friend <3 enjoy