Chapter 22

“Oh and by the way, Chris, aren’t you up to work with the guys again?” Daniel Miller asked. He, Chris and Kessler were having a conference conversation with the balding man, who owned a smaller record company called Mute which tried to help on alternative bands. “The chicks’ album was quite a big hit in the rock scene and I liked the lyrics and the music too. They complemented each other nicely.”

Chris smiled and scratched his chin “Well, I’m glad.”

“You were a good team as it seems. What do you think? Could they get along with each other again?”

Chris nearly chuckled from this question. He was absolutely positive that Dave and Mart wouldn’t have any problems with that… And to tell the truth, he was glad that Dan came up with this idea, Chris knew that it’d do good for his friend, who wasn’t himself lately…

“Yeah, they hit it off with each other for sure…” the drummer noted with a grin and heard Kessy’s faint chuckle on the other end.

Dan went on: “Good. I have a band waiting here for some help. If you’re interested, Jon will give you the details.”

“Hm, why not?” he mused and nodded, but of course no one could see that through the phone.

“Okay then. I leave the rest to you, Jon. Surprise, surprise, I have to run again…” he chuckled on his deep, hoarse tone.

“Sure” Kessy said “I’ll fill Chris in. Go and earn some money, boss” he laughed under his moustache. After Dan hung up, Jon’s tone became slightly kinkier “So…. Chris tell me, what do you know about the ‘lovebirds’…”

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“But I want to go daddy sooo badly! And it’s just two days with the girls!” Viva asked him for at least the tenth time to let her go to a weekend house to some party. “There won’t be stupid boys around, I promise!”

“Whatever” he shrugged and glimpsed at his eldest daughter then turned back to the football match he was watching on TV. He had no patience for this, he just wanted to be finally alone.

“So this means I can go?” Viva’s face lightened up.

“Yeah. Your mom won’t be here for the weekend anyway” he shrugged again. It’ll try his patience enough to take care of his other two kids.

“Yaaay! I love you daddy!” she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his face then was already on her way to pack her things for the weekend.

“Thank god…” Mart frowned and looked at the clock on the wall. Three more hours until he can be alone before school ends and his other two kids will get home.

He knew that he wasn’t too patient to them lately, but he felt himself still too harassed, distracted, to really pay attention to the things going on around him. Of course he knew that the kids have noticed this and exploited this new ‘freedom’ whenever they could, but he didn’t really care. He was still somewhere else. And Dave was the one to blame. Martin found it a bit strange that he was still so confused and sad because they had to end their “love-affair” this way.

“Love-affair, huh?” he snorted just staring at the television and not really seeing who scored a goal. He didn’t think that it was a real relationship. And didn’t think that it would have been one if they had more time together. For him a real relationship was something more, something different. But yeah, it was an affair. He had some feelings for the dark-haired man at the end, but he wasn’t sure what kind of feelings. Warm ones, but he didn’t think, or didn’t dare to think, that it was love. It would have been too soon for that. They both enjoyed each other’s company and satisfied their needs in bed. Even the hidden ones. And that’s all.

Martin tried to observe the changes in him with a cold head. He certainly loved fucking Dave, taking control over him. And this was new and exciting to him. As time passed this feeling was getting stronger and stronger. He felt somehow… angry that he had not enough time to explore this side of him. It was easy to blame it on Dave and be “angry” at him because of this. Because after all he left him here totally confused.

He remembered that he had to swallow hard and quickly check Dave’s pulse when he fainted from his enormous orgasm after he fucked him for the first time. Yes, Mart had passed out during sex before, but it was always him, the underdog. This was the first time he caused something like that and it frightened and turned him on. The duality again. The intensity of his feelings scared him, but at the same time it made him curious. And now the one person who could ease his curiosity was far away and he’d left him alone to fight with all these things.

“Bloody bastard…” he murmured with a frown and sighed.

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He didn’t find his place – again. Sue’s DJ work seemed to be a success, she was called to some places to play and she didn’t forget reminding Mart on this – emphasizing the importance of her job and how she became the bread-winner of the family once more. This started to piss off Martin more and more, but he didn’t really say a word just left it that way. Until she was busy, she left him alone and it pleased him more than ever. Now that he thought about it, lately she didn’t pay too much attention on him in bed either.

He was on his way to see Kessy who called him on to go into his office and look at some possible jobs. ‘Anything but staying at home’ Mart thought and greeted his manager and friend with a handshake.

“So…” Jonathan leant back in his leather-chair “I have some chicks here who asked my help to find someone who can write lyrics to them, but I don’t give too much time for them in the business – not even with good lyrics.  They aren’t serious enough. Plus the money isn’t too good either…” he flicked through some papers.

“Something else?” Mart asked on a neutral tone. He didn’t really want to give his name and lyrics to some not-too-promising bands or singers. He thought they were worthier than that.

“I have a blonde little gay guy with a big ego, but no… I don’t think he’d like your work…” he mused over the next paper.

Martin started to get impatient and angry. ‘Then why the fuck did he call me to meet him if there’s no real work?’ he thought and fisted his hand on his thigh.

“But maybe…” he started searching between the papers in front of him “… this will do… A Mexican band. I give you their CD. Listen to it and give them a call on this number – even if you don’t like them after the first listening. I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with some compromises” he smiled under his moustache.

Mart found this a bit strange, but took the paper and the CD and soon he was on his way home.

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He didn’t really know what was going on, but he felt abandoned. Not just by his kids, but even on the rare occasions when he tried to find some peace of mind under the control of his Mistress, she denied that kind of pleasures from him, saying that she was busy or tired or had to get ready for the next gig. And the situation wasn’t better with Dave either. Although he called him sometimes and they had some hot phone-sex, lately the number of these calls dropped too. Martin couldn’t stop himself from thinking that maybe the singer was slowly getting over their “relationship” and started to forget him and what they had. Of course Dave didn’t hint on that at all, just mentioned some work he was busy with, but Mart could read between the lines. And his heart ached more than expected when he realized that it was over. He didn’t show it to anyone, but he suffered inside and became colder to the outside.

“Fuck them all!” he banged the door shut.

In his last attempt to distract his mind he put the Mexican band’s album into the CD-player and started listening to it. It was some nice electronic music, quite melancholic and he already felt the ideas coming so he grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and started taking notes.

After he had listened to the demo a few more times he leaned back and read through the drafts of his lyrics. He nodded and reached for his phone to give them a call and tell them that he was interested in the job, though Kessler didn’t mention where they want to work, in London or in the states.

He waited to get through and then introduced himself.

“Martin?! Is that really you?!” he heard the shocked and familiar voice of Christian at the other end of the line.

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