Chapter 10

“I really think you should go!” Suz threw the stack of magazines on the table with a loud thud to emphasize her point of view. She was so tired of this zombie-like Martin! For a while it was fun that she could order him around like a lost puppy, but lately the way he acted started to bug her more and more.

“Why? I don’t care” he shrugged calmly looking up from his corn flakes.

“You should, my dear. We are slowly running out of your money. You know that it won’t last forever. Maybe he has a good job to offer.”

“I know you love money, sweetheart” he murmured over his bowl.

“Did you say something, Martin?” she asked on a honeyed tone.

“No, nothing.”

“Good. So… I hope you stop acting like a pouting child and call John back. For god’s sake, you had just a few smaller jobs ever since you came back from the states” she sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

‘The same old song over and over again…’ he thought and stared into the rest of his breakfast. He picked up his phone from the table and searched for his manager’s number. His finger lingered over the green button for a while. He wasn’t in the mood to take another job offering for one or two songs, but in the same time this would be a great opportunity to get out of this house and away from her…. He sighed and dialed his friend.

“Hey, John. I’m interested in the job. When shall we meet?”

“Hi, Mart. Tomorrow 10 am, you know the address, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll tell more about the details then. But I must say we fished out a nice one again, I can feel it in my bones!” he chuckled under his mustache.

“Great and thanks! Then tomorrow” he tried to sound a bit more enthusiastic, but he didn’t really care.

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Martin walked into John’s office calmly, but when he looked around he stopped and stared at the other man. “David? What are you doing here?” he narrowed his eyes and watched as the singer jumped up energetically from the couch he was sitting on.

“Hi Mart! I just arrived from the airport to hear the details from the new job! John said that it’s really cool. Hey, how have you been, dude?” he reached out his hand to shake it and flashed a charming smile at the shocked blonde man.

‘What the fuck? Why is he acting as if we were old pals?’ Mart thought and shook his hand then he repeated it with Kessler too.

“Sit down, boys. Let’s cut it short!” he began and waited until both musician sat down. Martin with a confused face, frowning, and Dave with a curious and nearly eager expression. “A German electronic band’s manager contacted me after hearing about your success with the girls’ album and wants you two to write the lyrics on the next album. They’ll do the music, but they’re not good in adding lyrics to their songs. You know, they’re more into creating their visions through sounds. But without lyrics it won’t sell that good. You know, there’s a reason why it’s called ‘music business’…”

“So they don’t need too complex lyrics?” Mart asked, putting aside the puzzlement he felt because of Dave’s presence and switched into professional mode.

“No. But you’ll talk about the details with the band when you meet them. They’re on tour now and will have a gig in London in a few days time.”

“Sounds great!” Dave exclaimed.

“Here, these are their last two CDs. Take them home and listen to them. You’ll get a picture about their music and maybe some ideas will come into your minds for the job while listening to them” he handed over the discs. “After checking them out, give me a call, both of you, whether you’re interested or not and if yes, then I’ll contact their manager and will start things around the contract and the usual stuff.”

“Okay” Mart glimpsed at the CDs in his hand then looked up at John again “Anything else?” he asked calmly.

“No, if you don’t have questions.”

They shook their heads so John let them go. They were already in the elevator when Dave turned to Mart.

“And how are you Mart? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“Fine, thanks” he said not really looking back at him.

This made Dave a bit unsure, but he tried to keep up his chatty and positive mood. “John gave me the address of the hotel where I’ll stay. Can you show me where it is? A lot of things have changed since the last time I walked these streets.”

“Sure” he took the paper with the address from Dave’s hand “It’s close. We can walk by foot” he handed it back, trying not to get excited from the feeling as their fingers touched. It brought up those old memories from the pub when they were packing boxes. No, he didn’t want to go there now, so he hid his feelings behind his neutral mask.

They walked silently next to each other – after a few minutes Dave gave up his chatty attitude, feeling that it disturbed Martin even more. Both of them felt strange and somehow tense.

“This is it” Mart stopped in front of the hotel, which came way too soon for Dave.

“Oh, right… Thanks.”

“Then see ya tomorrow” Mart said quickly and turned around to leave.

“Wait, Mart!” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Uhm…” he stopped. He was unsure what to say then he looked into the green eyes and took a deep breath “Don’t you want to come up?”

“I don’t think…”

“Please” he interrupted him “I want to talk to you seriously” he looked at him hopefully and after a little hesitation the curly man nodded and followed him inside the building.

“Nice room…” Dave mumbled under his nose as he took in the view and put his bag down.

“So?” Mart asked still standing near the door, his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Let’s sit down first. You want something?”

“No, thanks. But get to the point, please. I don’t have the whole day” he sat down into an armchair. He saw that Dave was at a loss, but he didn’t make it easier for him. This was him, repaying Dave for hurting his feelings.

“Okay. So… what I want to say is… that I’m sorry… for hurting you back in New York. I didn’t mean to.”

“I see” Mart answered still hiding behind his coldness.

“I… I was a fool, I know. I acted like a jerk” he sighed “But… I was thinking… a lot about what I’ve done to you… and about my feelings…” he looked anywhere else than Mart’s cold snake-like eyes, and felt himself blushing more and more “and…”

“And?” the quiet question came after a few moments of silence.

“And what I’m trying to say here is that… I… I think… I missed you… And I… can’t stop thinking about you…” he finally faltered out.

The blonde man just stared at him for long minutes like a statue, he barely blinked and this made Dave doubt himself even more.

“Uhm… Martin? Say something, please…” he whispered and watched him take a deep breath.

“So you think this little apology solves your problem?” he asked on an ice-cold tone as his green eyes flashed “That this’ll unburden your heart? That you won’t feel guilty after I say that I accept it? Bullshit!” he jumped up and shouted at him, anger boiling in his veins. He rarely erupted like a volcano and now Dave could be the witness of one of these occasions.

“Hey, I was just trying to be honest, with you!” the singer frowned.

“Yeah, after four long months you pop up from nowhere, act like an idiot who forgot everything and then drags me up here to tell me this?!” he stepped closer and now Dave jumped up too as anger flooded his mind.

“It was hard to confess to my self what I feel and even harder to confess it to you! I was talking about my emotions and it was fucking difficult, you know!” he shouted back into his face, now only inches away from him.

“Oh yeah… wait, I need to wipe my eyes!” Mart noted sarcastically and watched as Dave grimaced. “You have no idea…” he inhaled deeply – Dave’s scent hitting his senses “… how hard it was to get you out of my head…” he grabbed the singer’s leather-jacket with one hand.

Dave wasn’t sure what he wanted: push him away or pull him closer. The temperature in the room jumped. “Fuck! You’re so wrong!” he grabbed one of Mart’s shoulders to push him back, but his hand didn’t move.

“Oh yeah?!” the blonde man clenched his fist in Dave’s hair by his nape.

“Yes! I saw you everywhere…” he panted nearly into Martin’s mouth as he stepped closer to him.

“Just like me…” he whispered out of breath and dragged him so close that their bodies were pressed together. He didn’t care anymore just attacked those fuckin’ hot lips with his.

Dave growled and embraced the shorter man painfully hard to him. Their tongues soon battled furiously with each other, their hands were grabbing and scratching the other and they both moaned into the passionate kiss when their groins brushed against each other. There was no escape from their desires.

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