34.

„Guys, have you seen...?“
Andy bursts into the studio kitchen and freezes on the spot. Dave and Mart immediately break their deep, passionate kiss and Martin hastily pulls his hand out off his friend’s fly, trying to shield Dave by turning his back for blocking the view – but obviously it’s too late.

„Errr...yeah....“
The red haired man adjusts his black designer glasses, closes the door with one foot and then rests lazily against the frame.
„Don’t you think it’s finally time you come clean with it?“
He eyes his slightly flustered band mates closely. There’s an uneasy silence lingering in the room. Mart goes to the sink and starts nervously washing his hands. Dave wipes his lips for the third time and swallows – yet not saying anything.
„I’m no retard, nor are the others.“
„Andrew, this is our private decision.“
Martin finally finds his words. He leans against the counter, a stern expression on his face.
„Yeah, very private indeed! Presenting yourselves like this. Anybody could have walked into you here! Why can’t you leave those ‚private matters’ in the intimacy of your suite or home then? I’m not really keen to see any sort of demonstration!“
„Oh, your homophobic tendencies again – thank you very much!“
A scarlet tinge flashes over David’s face and he balls his hands to fists.
„Easy, Dave! You know very well I don’t care who has anything sexual with who. We’re all in the business long enough. It’s just a matter of taste and tact. You wouldn’t screw your wife in this kitchen, would you?“
Now Martin starts to snicker.
„I wouldn’t make a bet on that. If he’d be in the need...“
„Argh, Curly!“
„Listen, I just think you could fill the band and studio crew in. You’re too old for ‚hide and seek’, don’t you agree?“
„So we should walk out there and tell them: ‚Hey, lads – just that you know – Mart and me have sex!’?“
Andy rolls his eyes.
„Who cares if we have sex or not? I don’t want to tell them – not yet.“
Mart brushes through his curls and searches for Dave’s eyes. The brunette man nods.
„Same goes for me. We haven’t even talked properly with Jen. She knows but she’s not amused as you can easily tell – her being away on Long Island.“
„Andy, you’re one of my closest friends. Keep it to yourself, please. It’s all way too fresh and fragile. You can be sure though there are some feelings involved – not just the physical attraction.“

Andy sighs deeply and shakes his head.
„Could you please be so nice and handle it more discretely? I don’t want to be the one bombarded by the press – aside Jonathan. Does he know?“
„I will talk with him later, Andy.“ Dave grabs a bottle of diet coke and downs it with a few greedy gulps. He watches the looks the tall redhead gives him.
„Hey, don’t know about you, but I’m thirsty after sex.“
Fletch opens his mouth and immediately closes it again. Then all three men shake with laughter.
„God, you both will be my sure death one day! I better go back to the others now. Don’t take too long with your afterplay. Ben wants all our opinions on the first ‚Perfect’ mix.“

***
„I wish we could go on where he stopped us!“
Dave quickly kisses Mart on his still slightly swollen lips. His tongue answers the call shortly, one hand snaking around his nape, pulling him closer, then the blonde curly man blinks at his lover.
„Better join the others now.“

Something isn’t right with that mix. All band members have listened carefully about four times now. Even Daniel appeared for a little visit and moves rhythmically in his seat. Finally all decide to give Ben and Ferg another chance the next morning. They have been tinkering around with the same sounds and loops all day.

„Let’s call it a day. I’m tired and not really capable of anything more now.“
„And that’s from you, Martin!“
Ben grins at him and then switches off his Mac. Stretching his arms and back he reaches for his mobile.
„I see you tomorrow then – around nine, as usual?“
The others just nod or murmur a weak yes. One after the other leave the main recording room and with Andy disappearing Dave and Martin are the last ones in the studio. The latter gets the phone.

„Hi, Roger! Yeah, long day! Well, I want to stay a little longer to test a few ideas. Will you buzz us out later? Ah, OK. Fine. Thanx. See your next week then! Bye.“
Dave musters his friend.
„What was that all about?“
„Roger has a week off. Liam checks the building tonight. He knows we’re still working.“
„Working?“
Martin has a smug grin on his face now.
„Yeah, indeed. I thought we might re-record your vocals for ‚Corrupt’ again. I still think they miss a certain portion of lasciviousness. We should rectify that.“
„What do you have in your evil mind, Curly? Spill it!“
„Remember that Doors film?“
„Sure. Wait a minute?!“
„Exactly THAT!“
„You really...?“
Mart crashes his lips onto his lover’s ones to silence him.
„Oh, god! Curly...!“
„Shush, get your headphones and I will take care of the rest. Better use that micstand.“
The expression on Martin’s face is pure evil and horniness at the same time. He pushes some keys and buttons to start the playback and grabs the remote.
„Don’t want me to run for a restart while you’re close.“
„Shut your big mouth...I mean, stop talking and come over here!“

David hears the first notes.
„Close your eyes and let go, baby.“
Mart goes down on his knees in front of him. His hands slowly wander up Dave’s jeans-clad legs. Lightly touching the growing bulge in front he returns to the inner thighs – painstakingly slow.

I could corrupt you in a heartbeat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet

Mart draws lazy circles on the rough fabric of the pants, forcing Dave to take in some more breath.

What are you trying
Don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying
And wishing you dreamt me

His nimble fingers start to work at the button. After opening it he gently lifts Dave’s t-shirt a little bit and licks the skin that lies bare in front of him now.

You'd be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame

Breathing against the wet traces his saliva left there he can see goosebumps rising all over his tummy. Inch for inch he now lowers the zipper – also trying to avoid any too obvious noises the sensitive mic could detect.

I could corrupt you
It would be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it would please me

He raises his head to smile at Dave. The man above him seems already engrossed in all the sensations administered to him.

But I wouldn't touch you
With my little finger
I know it would crush you
My memory would linger

You'd be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games

Shoving the jeans over Dave’s lean hips Mart’s eyes meet the hard on that already bobs in front of him. Not so fast, my ‚little friend’! Though for the song’s sake he should pull another gear now. Softly touching the tip of David’s cock with the tip of his tongue he feasts on the multiple feedback this tiny action evokes. Taking more of the shaft into his warm, wet mouth now he gingerly starts to massage his balls. There’s a nice, guttural quality in Dave’s voice now, letting his smooth, dark baritone sparkle even more, giving it the necessary edges – the deeply felt passion.

I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
They could sedate you
But what good would drugs be

But I wouldn't touch you
Put my hands on your hips
It would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips

Oh, it is nearly too much to bear for the singer now! He clamps his long, slender fingers around the micstand – not only to stabilize his position. Mart’s hot lips sucking him in – his naughty tongue circling around his throbbing member – would be enough to send a lesser man into oblivion.

You'd be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games

Having finished the last chorus Martin recognizes the peak of tension in his lover’s groin and just seconds later he yells out his name and releases his liquid proof of pleasure into his waiting mouth.

„Wow! You’re amazing, Curly!“
Martin grins and wants to wipe his lips but Dave stops him and drags him up to him, greedily kissing him to taste himself on Martin’s lips. Then Mart shakes free and presses a key on the remote. Shortly after the sound of Dave’s voice fills the room.
„Boy, is that really me?!“
„Apparently. All your hot and horny self, Dave. And in just one go!“
Dave nudges Mart into his side and pecks his lips again.
„Perhaps we should work over some more titles then?“

 

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