Note: I changed the authors of this story and added Bridgycat to it, because she helped a lot to me with sending the drafts of the chapters, so thanks for her again! :)

Chapter 6

Finally they were ready with the songs and the mixing works ended a few days ago too. The girl band liked them so the guys have decided to throw a party to celebrate. They chose a nice pub which’s owner was a friend of Chris.

The guys were already there, drinking and joking around. All of them felt that they deserved some fun after the months spent with hard work. Martin was sitting between Dave and Andrew spacing out for a moment to enjoy the feeling that finally his lyrics and songs were needed. The success and the beers made him light-headed and happy. He could feel this way a very long time ago so now he enjoyed every moment of it, raising his glass again to Andew’s toast.

“Hey, Princess, don’t you want to drink something stronger?” he heard the familiar deep baritone and the chuckling of the others.

“Huh? No, thanks, I stick to my beer” he smiled back.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Curly, the next round is on me!” Dave giggled and stood up to go to the bar and soon arrived back with a tray, balancing the drinks like a professional. “Here, this is what real men drink!” he put down a bottle of strong vodka on the table, which made the others cheer loudly.

“So the night has officially started!” Chris chuckled and fetched the bottle to pour to everyone.

“It was high time, dude!” Andrew playfully punched Dave in the shoulder, who just laughed.

Mart felt like he missed something, but Dave hurried to explain to him that usually the heavy drinking begins when some of them brings a bottle of vodka. The blonde man didn’t want to seem ungrateful or picky, so he joined them and drank the strong booze.

“Hey, this isn’t something you have to choke on it!” Dave patted his back.

This suggestive sentence didn’t help either – Mart glimpsed at the grinning singer with a questioning look. He met those dark-green shining eyes and liked the playfulness he saw in them. So he wanted to play? ‘I can play along, alright’ Martin thought and reached for the next glass. ‘This will be an interesting night…’

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“What’s up, dude?” Chris asked Dave in the rest room a few hours later.

“Pissing the alcohol out of my system” he giggled idiotically.

The blonde drummer chuckled with him but then turned serious again “No, I mean with you and Mart.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play the fool. I saw the signs” he grinned evilly.

“We’re just fooling around” he shrugged and pulled up his zipper.

“Oh yeah, sure…” he eyed Dave suspiciously for a moment “I know you, Dave…”

“It’s nothing serious, really” he looked at his friend through the slightly blurry mirror while washing his hands.

“Okay, it’s none of my business, I know. I’m just worried about you. Don’t screw things up, mate” he squeezed his shoulder with a smile and left him there.

Dave just looked at his reflection for a long moment then shook his head and went back to the others.

“David! Come here!” he heard Jonathan’s cheerful voice as he waved next from a bunch of pretty rocker girls “The girls came too, come and meet them!”

The singer put on a charming evil smile and headed for the little group.

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‘He’s amazing…’ Mart mused in his quite drunk state as he watched the dark-haired man having some fun with two girls from the band on the dance floor. He couldn’t tear his eyes off his hips as he rubbed himself against the butt of a pretty brunette. ‘The grin on his face should be taught’. The blonde man completely forgot the conversation with Andrew and a girl named Celine or something next to him – all of his attention was focused on the threesome on the floor. And he soon realized that he wanted to be in the brunette’s place… He wanted Dave to rub against him and kiss into his neck and reach around him and… He sighed loudly and downed the next glass of vodka. He could always get drunk quite quickly from strong drinks, but he didn’t mind this time. Soon he’ll have to go back to London and until that he wanted to enjoy the rest of his freedom.

As he came back from his reverie he realized that he was staring into those dangerous black eyes. Dave noticed him watching them and a cocky grin played on his full lips from this. Mart felt a bit embarrassed and looked away, but not as quickly as he would’ve done if he was sober. ‘Fuck, he looks so hot…’ he thought and tried to avoid the growing tension in his groin, so he felt grateful when Chris lumped down next to him with a laugh and started talking to him.

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Dawn was slowly approaching and the place started to empty. Their friend Jake, the owner and bar tender, asked the guys to help with some boxes close to the end of the night and of course they helped after throwing such a great party.

“Well, Curly, we don’t look exactly like some yummy muscular dock workers…” Dave noted with a slightly drunk chuckle as he handed over a box to Martin, who froze for a moment – especially when their fingers touched again. It made him jump every time it happened, because it felt like electricity.

“Huh huh huh, yeah…” he looked at him a bit confused. ‘Are those your type?’ he thought.

“Though they aren’t exactly my type…” he noted chuckling again, as if he read Mart’s mind, who smiled to himself.

“So you don’t like big muscles, or what?” he went into the game and flashed a white smile at him.

The other man chuckled again while handing another box to Mart “Of course I do, but I’m more into the daddy type men” he shrugged and a pervert smile appeared on his face. Although he was a bit drunk, it felt good to finally talk about this to someone who seems to understand him better than the others. As he looked at the shorter blonde man he felt a bit confused from the sad green eyes. He saw that the smile he had on was forced. ‘What did I say?’ he mused and then he realized and felt some hotness spread through his body. “But I was quite open back then and had lots of nice butts from other types too…” the cocky grin reappeared “… such like yours too…” he whispered at the end and then chuckled from the sight as the blonde man nearly dropped the next box and blushed. But he didn’t fail to notice that the green eyes sparkled with hope now. And to tell the truth as they joked around for a little while, seeing Mart going into the game – like a good submissive underdog – he started to find hard to resist. Dave was somewhat surprised that this small blonde man managed to fire him up this much. And he saw the owners of those luscious lips felt the same way.

The next thing Mart realized was that Dave put down the next box on the counter and grabbed his shirt to push him into the nearby dark corner, his dangerous black eyes searching his soul. Mart just stood there frozen and shocked, but didn’t protest when the dark-haired man crushed his lips on his. He eagerly returned the kiss and opened his mouth to welcome the curious tongue searching for his. All of his doubts were washed away by the desire that spread quickly through his trembling body. He felt Dave’s soft hair under his fingertips as his digits got lost in them, he felt the lean and firm body pressed against his, the wide hips brushing against his groin and he thought he’d go crazy from the heat radiating from the other man. They barely breathed during their greedy kisses. It felt so intense and hot when those big hands started moving on his shaking body and then grabbed his ass to squeeze it and pull him even closer to his body! Martin thought he’d faint when he felt the singer’s hardness press against his. He wanted to touch him so badly – so he did! One hand stayed on Dave’s nape, scratching it, which made him growl into his mouth and bite Martin’s lower lip, and the other slid down on his back, trying to touch as much of him as possible.

Dave couldn’t get enough from the sweet taste of this small curly man. He went totally crazy. All the suppressed feelings broke loose inside of him. The heavy shackles he put on this side of his shook and started breaking. He wanted to be free and do what his nature dictated to him, but…

“Mart… we shouldn’t…” he panted and moaned when he felt the smaller hands grab into his butt.

“I know, but…” his mate breathed then attacked his lips again.

“It’s a bad… idea…” Dave moaned when he felt a pinch on his hardened nipple under his black shirt.

“Yeah… very bad, but… I want…” he started but couldn’t finish from the feeling as Dave grabbed him through his trousers. Martin panted into the fragrant muscular neck and started biting it. He knew that watching Dave all night plus the booze made him strip down his shyness and inhabitations and he just wanted… “I want you to… fuck my brain out…” he breathed into Dave’s ear and felt that the body in front of him shook from this request. “I want your hard cock deep up in my ass…” he went on barely audible and his hands were already opening Dave’s black jeans to reach inside.

‘FUCK!’ the singer thought and quickly grabbed the curly man’s hands and made him look at him. “You know we can’t…. Not here, not now…” he panted.

“Yeah, let’s go back to my hotel room…” Mart said still dizzy from lust.

“No… you don’t get it” Dave looked at him seriously, which sobered his friend up quickly. “I cannot do this… I swore to myself… that I’ll leave this behind.”

“I see…” he sighed and couldn’t fully hide the disappointment he felt as he let Dave go and pulled back a bit.

“We both have left out so many years without this and for me it’s too hasty… and for you too, isn’t it?” he went on seriously “I’m confused and I think you too.”

“Yeah. You’re right, we got carried away thanks to the booze” he forced a smile and let Dave stroke his face once.

“Yes, we got quite drunk tonight” he stepped back and chuckled. “We should rather go home and sleep it off” he patted Martin’s shoulder and now there was nothing sexual in it, it was just a friendly gesture.

Martin pretended that he agreed with him and although they were a bit embarrassed they parted as friends, blaming everything on the booze and feeling looser from the band’s success.

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