Dave leans against the grand piano, puffing some smoke of his cigarillo into the air – watching Martin’s fingers move over the keys – still all in the nude. Martin seems to feel the scrutinizing eyes on him and throws back a not less saucy look.
„Well, it’s not ‚Somebody’ – but the intensity is there.“
He closes his eyes again and the sounds levitate like shiny, little pearls in the air – waiting for someone to catch them and implement them in his soul. Mart always amazes him when opening up and letting his emotions show through his music full force. This is one of this precious, special moments and it touches the brunette man deeply. Dumping the stub in the ashtray he walks behind his lover and gently embraces him, entwining his finger on his chest and resting his chin on his right shoulder. He senses the rib cage moving steadily up and down and a few of the platinum blond curls tickle his nose.
„Kneel on that piano bench, Angel – and don’t you stop playing!“
Dave immediately sees and feels the crawlies that make it over Martin’s skin. He quickly changes his position and the next keys sound a little shaky in his rush of anticipation.
„Yeah, that’s right.“, whispers Dave and stabilizes his hips with his strong, muscular hands. He picked up the hand balm from the floor in the meantime and starting to smooth down the back first nearly makes his mate loose his conscience.
„I said, keep on playing, baby. Shush, I want this to be soft and touching – just like your melody.“
The presence of Dave’s hardening length against his backside doesn’t really help to take things slow. Mart starts to move against him, trying to test his band mate’s restraint. Letting out a few of his soft, low moans should do the trick. He hears David sharply breathe in. When the blonde man finally clutches his trained calves around his thighs he’s done it. A swift motion and the cool feel of viscous substance and then Dave’s cock makes it’s way inside. At least he manages to glide slowly so Mart can sense every inch of it conquering his depth.
„Greedy, old man! Hell, you’re tight! Stop moving or I’m a goner this very moment!“
„I love you, too. Now stop complaining and give me your profound love!“
Martin clings to the edge of the grand piano, suffering under the accelerating thrusts happily. Every now and then he manages to lift one hand off the polished, black wood and hits a few keys. There’s no way to play a subtle melody though with this hot animal behind, breathing excitedly against his neck.
***
„Old man, huh?“
Martin smirks over to his still sweatty, huffing and puffing lover and then his tiny, well shaped ass disappears in the doorframe.
„I’ll get you for that, Curly!“
„Booo, I’m scared to death now!“ His voice sounds muffled from the distance. A few moments later Martin returns with a mid size plastic bowl, two towels and a few other bath utensils.
„Errr, don’t you exaggerate it a little now?“
The expression on Dave’s face is hilarious and so Mart has to watch out not to spill all the hot contents onto the studio floor. Going down to his haunches he quickly kisses Dave and then takes one of his hands and dips it into the water.
„Temperature fine with you?“
Another deep kiss.
„I thought I’d give you a little treat, cleaning you from our signs of sin.“ His eyes wander over the brunette man’s toned body which is covered with some traces of their recent outbursts of lust.
„Suppose, Kleenex just wouldn’t do the job.“
Gently Mart lets the wash cloth brush over Dave still flat tummy. The muscles slightly ripple with the touch, his opposite obviously enjoying it. Usually David closes his eyes and leans back but this time he holds Martin’s view, drowning in the love he finds in his amber-green irises.
„Shush, don’t say anything, Dave. I know.“
He senses it’s incredibly hard for his mate to hold his tongue.
„I really wish we’d live in kinda parallel universe and I could take care of you like you’d deserve it, my dark angel – and vice versa. Waking up with you, in your arms – starting every day with the feeling of lightheadedness of love – no conditions, no restrictions, no pain for others we love and who do care for us.“
Dave lets his long fingers slip over Mart’s hand while he keeps on tenderly cleaning his skin.
„No more hiding. Sometimes I’m so sick of it, but we both have our responsibilities. Rosie is still too young to understand and same goes for Calo.“
His eyes turn a little more gloomy.
„That’s why you overdosed your meds. It’s getting at you again.“
The soft treatment stops for a second and then goes on. Instead of an answer a statement follows sort of.
„That’s why you have still trouble with Jen and she couldn’t help but to find herself a lover. No, don’t interrupt me! She’s a clever woman and she for sure couldn’t handle it any longer to just have the body and not the soul anymore as I can imagine it very well. It’s just what happens when I try to be with another woman. All I can see is you! All I want to taste and feel is you! All that I want...is you, Dave! All of you!“
The bowl with the water hits the hardwood floor with a little thud, a bit of liquid splashing over the rim. Dave answers the forceful, desperate embrace of his friend with the same intensity and he’s not afraid of his tears. The telltale wet traces he senses on his lover’s face mirror the raw emotions that linger in the air.
„Baby, we do have to find a suitable way – one or another – or this will break us both. It’s nagging at us for way too long.“
Again it’s Dave who finds the words first. The silence that follows just tells him that Martin still isn’t able to come to a final conclusion – as usual. On the other hand that’s what he loves him for. The way he manages to be introspective, getting a greater view onto the universe around him. Yes, the world’s never enough for Martin L. Gore. It has to be the universe and perhaps some more galaxies!
„OK, Major Tom. Hey, ground control to Major Tom!“
Mart chuckles when Dave finally tickles him to get his full attention.
„Leave Bowie out off this, or I’m going to be jealous!“
„You have to admit he’s still sexy as fuck.“
„Yeah, a sexy old fart, that’s what he is! That guy is way over 60!“
„Well, what I’m trying to say is...we’re not reaching that age if we stay here any longer – and in this state. Did you recognize it’s already dawn and we’re in the middle of the STUDIO?!“
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