IV.

Dave stirrs the spoon in his coffee for what seems the millionth time. He’s kinda nervous, didn’t have a good sleep last night. Over and over Mart crossed his mind – reminding him of his own obsessions.
Jonathan returns to the place opposite him, with a freshly filled plate from the buffet, Andy in tow. The ginger head appears to be wide awake and in a talkative mood – judging the amount of words he already produces. John seems to listen with one ear though, more wanting to concentrate on his breakfast.

„Andy, stop it! Do you never relax? I’m not capable of so much input that early in the morning!“
Dave frowns and takes another gulp of his meanwhile cold coffee. Eek!
Fletch flashes him an annoyed look. He still seems to be angry about those naughty comics.

„Where’s Mart? He usually is not late.“
„Maybe he slept over. He had a rough afternoon yesterday.“, Dave chimes in. John faces him.
„Ah, yeah? Well, he was a bit quiet I recognized.“

Fifteen minutes later David glances at his watch again.
„I think I’m going to have a look.“
He gets up and leaves the dining area to enter the hallway. After three knocks at Mart’s door there still is no feedback. He also doesn’t answer the phone. It keeps ringing inside. So he tries the house keeping letting him in. The blonde girl blushes recognizing who he was and uses her key card.

„Thanx, luv!“ He gives her one of his dazzling smiles. Usually she isn’t allowed to do that.
Eying around the corner he takes in Martin’s messy bed – deserted. Following his guts he heads on to the ensuite bathroom. The door is just leaning against the frame.

„Mart, you’re in there?“ He slowly pushes the door open. Oh my god!
„Geez, Martin!“
He rushes to his mate who’s merely lying on the tyled floor, between toilet and bathtub – head resting against the cold porcellaine. His eyelids are shut, fluttering slightly. His whole complexion is beyond pale. Dave sniffs at his face – no alcohol – shaking him.

„Mart, hey – what did you take?!“ His eyes scan along the ground and stop at two blisters apparently from a tablet packet. Fucking shit! Strong sedatives! And he’s no idea how long Mart already is in this state. He dashes to the phone.

„John, get the doc at once! Hurry, Mart overdosed his meds! And keep it low profile!“

Returning to Mart he crouches next to him, brushing his face.

„Oh, Mart – why did you do that?“ His eyes turn glassy. „I shouldn’t have left you alone – I should have known!“
There are two male voices now coming nearer fast – and then John and their Tour physician enter the bathroom.
„Dave, you better wait outside.“
„No, if I can help I want to!“
The doctor quickly checks the vital signs and then examins the blisters.
„Ok – looks it’s less than half an hour when he must have taken those. We need to empty his stomach.“
„So he does not need to go into hospital?“
„Hmh, no – you found him just in time, Dave. I have the antidotes here he needs. And honestly – the dose he took in is not really lethal – but can harm the liver.“
David starts to feel sick all of a sudden. He just can manage to jump to the toilet. John pats him onto the shoulder.
„David, get outside – it gets too close to you.“
Dave wipes his mouth with some tissue and then nods, reaching for a glass, filling it with water to get rid off the bad taste in his mouth. Then he closes the door behind his back.

Leaving the suite? Dave can’t decide and finally lets himself fall into the couch cushions. He can hear muffled voices, some not so appealing noises – Mart definitely retching. And then he detects a low sobbing, accompained by Jonathan’s smooth voice.

Twenty minutes later the door opens again and the two men drag Martin with them in their middle. He’s more or less still semi conscious and staggers more than he walks. They lay him onto the bed. David gets up quickly and helps adjusting the blankets.

„The worst is over, but we need to have a close watch on him.“
„Shall we shift every hour? I can start, if you want.“
„Good idea, Dave – yet I will call for a nurse. He needs proper medical attention for the next 12 hours.“

The doctor grabs his bag again and moves for the door, followed by John. Dave sighs and pulls a chair close to the bed. Martin looks fargile – his face pale like a porcellain doll. Touching his hand that rests on top of the sheet he winces shortly. Icy! Mart moves every now and then, groaning.
Maybe it’s the lack of his own sleep – and all the painful incident – Dave’s head drops onto the blanket and he floats away sorta. When he feels a hand brushing his hair he looks up again – kinda alarmed.

„Mart, you’re OK?! Need anything?“

He looks into Martin’s bloodshot and teary eyes. The voice is husky and nearly audible.

„I’m – so – sorry – Dave!“

V.

The nurse prepares another injection and Dave moves away from Mart’s bed to go to the window. Since his own extensive experiences with syringes he can’t really stand the sight of them amymore. It’s always a little drama if he needs to give a blood sample at the regular health check ups.
He can hear Martin groan with displeasure. When he turns around to him again he sees a little smirk on the nurse’s face – and surprisingly there’s a smug grin on Mart’s face aswell. She passes by, blinking at Dave and disappears through the door, closing it shut behind her.

„What?“
„Nothing.“
„There’s something going on there, admit it!“
„Umh, well...perhaps?“ He’s a twinkle in his eyes now.
„At least she’s got nice tits.“

Dave shakes his head and sits back at Mart’s bed.
„Looks you’re feeling slightly better then?“
„Actually I don’t know. It’s still all like in a haze.“
He takes another sip from his glass of water that stands on the sidetable.

„David, don’t feel responsible. You are not.“
He reaches for his hand now and squeezes it firmly.
„And don’t think I wanted to kinda blackmail you to stay with me the night. No idea what I was thinking – but you know I still...“
Dave interrupts him.
„Martin, I know – and it really still hurts to see you so desperate – torn between worlds.“
He curls his fingers more intensely around Mart’s aswell.
„Why haven’t you talked to me earlier?“
„I didn’t want to endanger your own healing process. Yes – I know that it’s still not that nice and easy you want us all make to believe, Mr. Family guy! Over ten years now is impressive though.“
„Hell, Martin! Don’t you think I could handle your problems? At least knowing and listening to them? There are so many options to deel with them – and it wouldn’t have been my problems – I mean, I wouldn’t have made them mine. I told you several times – I know about all this addictive stuff – how it feels being depressive. You’re not the only one – and perhaps I could learn some more about myself, too – knowing that I’m as well not the only one. Why did you join AA? To have a group of people giving you exactly that feedback: You’re not alone – but you need to work it out on and for yourself – with the help of the community.“
„Sheesh, I know! Stop preaching, David!“
„I’m not preaching – just reminding you of something you should already know but seem to have forgotten somehow.“
Dave releases Mart’s hand now and gets up from his chair.
„Dave, please don’t go! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to piss you off!“
„I’m not pissed – just tired. I’m glad John canceled all meetings for the next days. Better get some rest myself now. I hadn’t much sleep recently.“

He faces Martin for a moment. Then he starts unbuttoning his jeans and shirt. Martin eyes widen with surprise.

„Now move! And don’t you dare to think of any odd business. I’m definitely tired, Mart.“
Martin lifts the blankets and Dave slips next to him, just wearing black briefs and a white tank.
„Woah, you’re still icy!“
„Don’t complain – better warm me up. It’s funny – you always seems to be hot, my evil friend.“
„Oh, when does that nurse show up again – I nearly forgot about her, shit!“
„Don’t worry – in about three hours or so. And I’m sure she won’t be surprised.“
„How’s that?“
„I told her I would get you sooner or later into my bed.“
„Martin!!“

He silences the protest with his lips and pulls Dave closer to him. His hand wanders slowly into his black pants.

„So you are tired – yes, I certainly feel that.“
„Sneaky bastard!“

With a swift turn Dave moves his weight onto Martin’s body, pressing his lips now greedily onto his. Mart responds at once, darting out his tongue to meet Dave’s. It takes a while till both let breathlessly go – staring into each others eyes.

„You’re sure? Don’t you think that’s something you could get from a woman – and even better?“
„No, Dave! I want you – I always did. But as you ask – I might have that little blondie later aswell. She already let me touch her pussy.“
„Fuck!“
„Yes, you name it!“
„Nah, I mean now I can’t get that picture out off my head again. Three hours you said?“
Martin grins from one ear to the other.
„Well, if it’s an emergency she’ll be here any minute if I call her.“
„God – then do it! Geez – I know I’m going to regret this!“
„I won’t tell Jen. Let’s call it therapy, OK?“

Mart reaches for the phone and ticks in a number.

„Hello, Liz? I started to feel sorta dizzy the last minutes. Really odd feeling in my lower abdomen. Yes, it’s painful. Yeah, please, immediately. Thanx!“

David muffles his giggles with one of the pillows. Mart ends the call.

„You are so mean, Mart! Odd feeling in your lower abdomen, my arse!“
„Well, isn’t it the truth?“
„Hahaha, yeah – but hard on would be more concrete!“
„She’s a blonde – she didn’t get it anyway.“
„Ah, you are really nasty now! I’m sure she’s not as stupid as you’d like her to see.“

There’s a knock at the door.

„Hush, under the sheets with you – we don’t want to give it all away at once!“

Nurse Liz apparently enters the suite. Dave can hear her steps on the carpet.

„Martin, you really give me lots of work today. I shall call the doctor. This is most irregular.“
„I trust in your professional knowledge, Lizzy. The pain is nearly palpable. You should have a look.“

Dave bites into his fist not to burst out into laughter. And then the blankets move.

„Gosh!“

David is faced by a pair of hazel eyes now. Martin giggles behind her. The expression in the woman’s face changes into a broad grin.

„Looks you two guys seem to have the same dysfunction.“
„Oh, so it is contageous?“
„Martin, stop it or I’m going to die laughing here!“
Dave moves up a little bit and rests his back against the cushions of the headboard.
Nurse Liz stems her hands against her hips.

„Humh, humh...two naughty boys. That calls for special treatment.“

VI.

„Oh, yes – please!“
They both look at her expectantly.
Like to herself she says: „Those guys have no idea what they are wishing for!“
„Grrrrr – come here, you!“
She fixes them again with her brown, vivid eyes.
„You really want me get fired? And who pays for my studies then? I’m a second year medical student!“

Dave pokes Mart into his side.
„That much about ‚blondie’!“, he hisses.
„I did hear that!“ she chimes in, smiling. „But how could I turn down two such impressive examples of manhood!“
She moves nearer to the bed, nestling in the pocket of her nurse uniform.
„You two open your mouth and say ‚Aah’ for me!“
When they do so she pops each of them a tiny white tablet in.
„Now swallow!“
„What was that for?“
„Uh uh, sleeping pills?!“ Mart looks alerted.
„Ha ha ha, nah – you won’t get out off this that easily. Paracetamol. Very handy for any kind of fever.“
She blinks at both of them.
„Now hands up to the headboard!“
She rummages in her bag.
„Wooohooo – now that’s going to be interesting!“
Dave wraps his fingers around the cold steel elements behind his head – Mart is nearly as fast doing so. They both smirk at each other. Indeed she approaches them now with some bandages, starting to fix Martin first, then David. After testing the bondages an evil smile appears on her face.

„You’re aware of being at my mercy now?“
„Umh, yeah?“
„I didn’t hear you properly!“
„Yes!“
„OK, just wanted to make that clear.“

Martin flashes her an excited look.
„You can start stripping down that uniform now, sweetie!“
„Shush, Mart – you seem to have missed a bit here. I think it’s no longer our show I’m afraid.“
„Bloody right, David! You’re a bright head, dear!“

She walks over to the mini bar and gets the tray with the ice cubes. Luckily the two can’t clearly see what’s she getting there.

„Are you already thirsty, luv? We can help you with that!“
Laughter unisono.
„You won’t even need a straw!“

She really needs all her strength not to burst into laughter aswell. That for sure would spoil her fun! So she hides the cold surprise behind her back – returning to those giggling men. Just to tease them a bit more she starts crawling onto the bed very slowly, carrying the ice hidden in a towel.

„Well, if you’re talking about naughty drinks...me thinks I just have the right addition for them!“

While mentioning this she lifts Martin’s boxers a bit and quickly stuffs two ice cubes into it. His expression now is priceless as he for sure expected something completely different! Turning around very fast she does the same with Dave’s black briefs.

„Fooking hell!!“
Both guys are wriggling and squirming now like no good – swearing like sailors!
„Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy your drinks on the rocks!“
„Gosh, get them out – NOW!“
„Why? You guys are so hot – the problem will have solved itself very soon! And additionly it helps you shrinking back to size.“
She can’t hide a giggle now. Then she turns serious again, watching them for a little in silence.
As she predicted – it doesn’t take long and there are only huge wet stains left on their undies.

„Allright. Are you going to behave now? Honestly – I’m always for some fun – but there’s a line I would never cross – not even for hot bods like you. You can’t treat a woman like that. It makes me and any other one feel like a cheap whore.“

„It’s understood.“
„I hope so. I dare you to try anything when I untie you now!“

She moves to the headboard and loosens the bandages. David massages his wrists. Martin winces shortly as he seems to be afraid there might be another bad surprise waiting for him.

„I don’t think you’ll need a nother shot tonight, Martin. Finally I will get some nice hours of sleep! So I don’t expect you to call me till 7 am.“
He nods and looks like a little schoolboy that got trapped by the headmistress.
„Fine. Then you two can go on with the things you were doing before you phoned me. Would be quite interesting to watch, but I prefer some hot phone sex with my boyfriend!“

She pokes out her tongue to them, grabs her bag and then walks to the door, shaking her well shaped ass intentionly. When the door falls into it’s lock, Martin lets out a deep sigh.

„Oh my god!“
„No, what a nurse!“
Then Dave jumps off the bed.
„Come on, Mart – I never expected to say anything like this – but I need a bleeding hot shower now!“

Giggling both disappear into the ensuite bathroom.

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