DISCLAIMER: The story you will get to read here is PURE FICTION! All happenings and actions are just the result of my FANTASY and should be considered as PARODY. It is NOT my intent to harm anyone's privacy - as the persons this FANFICTION deals with are of public interest and have celebrity status.

synopsis: This is not a just slash - this story contains slash elements. It's more kinda psychogram of Mart's or Dave's moods plus how Andy or John have to deal with them.

Martin never feels completely content with the idea having to decide. And as usual it's his wicked karma making decisions for him...



I.

Yes – you could say it was giving him sorta grief. Martin tosses the pen back onto the table – after having been spinning around it with his nervous fingers. Geez, and he thought Dave was having bees in his pants! Again and again he kept his mind boggling over it – yet to no avail.

„Mart? Earth to Martin!!“
Dave nudges his shoulder with a broad smirk.
„This meeting is so boring.“
„Yeah, agree. Look, I already started sketching some naughty things here.“
Mart glances over to his mate, seeing him scribbling onto the white backside of his duplicate contract form – and has to gasp shortly.
„Hell, Dave!“ Then he keeps on staring. David is just adding another nipple to a voluminous pair of breasts – and it definitely belongs to...Andy! In the full nude! A girl on her knees in front of him – obviously sucking his dick. There are some more little sketches already – looks like they are growing into sorta comic.
„You’re a madman, Dave! He will get you at the balls for it!“
Yet he can’t stifle a giggle. Dave flashes him an evil grin.

„What’s so funny over there?“, Fletch promptly chimes into their direction – a little pestered already. This bloody meeting already lasts about two hours now! And the guys as usual aren’t taking anything serious!
„Ah, relax there, Fletchi! It’s just we need to get out off this sticky office and blow our minds.“
Martin has to bite into his hand not screaming. A blowing mind job – he wouldn’t mind a blow job now though! Hell!
Even John seems a bit off with his thoughts – quite unusual for him.
„Let’s call it a day, guys! I will check the contracts again tomorrow.“ He sighs.
„Well, that’s what we pay you for, Kess!“
Kessler seems to have something on his tongue but he quickly changes his mind just shaking his head. Andy grumbles something barely audible and flips his notebook shut.
The other men hurry to the door, leaving everything they can behind. Fletch groans again and goes to collect all the pieces of paper still scattered on their previous places.
„Daaaaaaave!!! I will straighten your bloody ass out!!“

Mart and Dave just make it into the lift snickering before the doors close. They just can see Fletch’s scarlet, furious expression. Jonathan rolls his eyes.
„When will you finally grow up? No, don’t answer!“

II.

The small Thai restaurant around the corner is quite packed but they are lucky to grab a quiet table in some corner.
„Hmmmh, I’d love some spicy stuff!“ Dave inspects the menu card while Mart lets his eyes wander around the room.
„Yeah, sure – you only have hot stuff on your mind all day, Dave! Argh, nothing and nobody around at this goddamn place even close for an eye fuck!“
„Good luck Jonathan prefered to go for some take away!“
They grin at each other.
„Yep, sometimes it’s better he doesn’t stick his prominent nose into everything.“
„Hah, you better watch your own one, pinocchio!“
„You!“ Dave slaps Martin the card around his face. Then he sighs.
„You’re right – not a single skirt I’d like to dig my fingers under.“

The waiter appears and takes their orders. The fan at the ceiling is making odd noises and there’s a constant murmour of various voices in the stuffed room. The food arrives quite fast and for the next minutes both men are busy shuffling the soup in and all the other tasty little bits that lay out on a plate in the middle of the table, little cups filled with all sorts of steaming rice, vegetables, fish and chicken – accompained with various dips and sauces. All ready to swirl around.

„I know why I love this place.“, David manages to blurt out between some sips of his fragrant jasmin tea. Martin is still busy with his spicy noodles.

„I’m off going to wash my hands.“ Dave gets up and heads for the restroom. Surprisingly clean and friendly. It looks freshly refurbished. He slips down his zipper and sighs with relief. Just a second later Mart enters and takes the spot next to him, fiddling at his jeans. Dave looks up into the mirror in front of him – meeting Martin’s eyes there. No idea why he starts to blush now. Then he suddenly feels his hand at his arm.
„Come in here, Dave.“
He drags him into the next cabin and closes the door behind them with his foot.
„I thought those days were gone, Mart.“
David’s velvet baritone echoes from the tiles. Then they hear the door clap and another guest seems to do his business at the urinal. The water flushes and the door opens and closes again. Only the dripping sound remains – plus Mart’s accelerated breath.
„Dave, you’re still hot!“
„And me being so obviously horny today made you remember naughty things.“
„Stop blabbering, kiss me!“
Martin closes Dave’s mouth with his, sucking in his lower lip passionately. It’s as if their bodies remember each other. Dave can’t ignore his growing erection. His hands wander around Mart’s waist and then a little lower, squeezing his cheeks down there. Martin lets out a gasp and pulls him even closer into his embrace. Dave finally breaks the contact.

„Hey, Martin! No, not this way. You know I still really like you – but let us not try to go down that road again – not in a shabby Thai restroom cubicle.“ He gently strokes Mart’s face, kissing him on his temple. He can see the disappointment clearly in his eyes.
„I’m sorry – you’re right, Dave. It’s just...maybe I’ll just need a proper lay.“ He has a boyish grin on his face now, the blonde curls bobbing slightly.
Both adjust their clothes again and then quickly make their way out off the toilet.

Passing their table there are already new guests.
„I paid.“, Martin explains and they go for the main glass door.

III.

Martin drops his laptop-case onto the next chair available, getting out off his jacket and hangs it at the hook next to the front door of his hotel room. Well, it’s a junior suite this time. He’s kinda bored with all the fuzz and stuff in larger ones. A proper bathroom and a large King size bed are all he needs. Someone else IN that bed, between the sheets, would be even better! He sighs. Martin, Martin!

The white Gretsch guitar still rests on top of the blankets. He softly touches the strings. A low cascade of metallic sounds waver up into the air.

Yeah, she’s his woman – always reliable – always around – sometimes a diva when his fingers or mind are not in the mood. Yes, he can have sorta sex with her – lifting him up into exciting heights – but it’s nothing compared to the smooth feeling of skin on skin.

He lets himself sink onto the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling. His talent to mess things up seems as vast as Dave’s – especially when it comes to relationships. Though that’s not really fair. Dave seems to be on track for a long while now. OK, takes him lots of effort but he obviously knows what for and that it’s worth it – finally.
His thoughts wander across - over to his own kids. A soft smile flashes over his face – yet only shortly.
Another family bonding he dragged into the dirt. And he can’t blame Suzy for giving him the boot in the end. Then came Adele – geez, what was he thinking?!

His view stops at the mini bar. No, Martin! You spent so much time, sweat and pain to get sober! The temptation is strong – putting the mind to sleep, into a cozy haze of alcoholic numbness – sweet oblivion. He gets up and moves to the spot of danger, his fingers touching the front of the door, opening it, feeling the cool breeze from inside the little fridge. The tiny bottles are glistening in different shapes and colours. With a last bit of awareness he flips the bar shut again, searching for his mobile.

„Dave?“
„Yes, Mart – what’s up?“
„Dave, I need you here for a while – I...I nearly plundered the mini bar. I don’t know what’s going on in my head – it’s just not right!“
„OK, Martin. I’m on my way.“
With a click the line goes dead. Dave stays just two rooms ahead the same floor.
A few moments later there’s a rap at the front door.

David enters the room, facing Mart straight, a serious and concerned expression on his handsome face.

Martin points towards the couch and takes his place on the left end. Dave takes the other end, placing two bottles of diet coke onto the couch table.

„Mart – I know these situations very well. Wanna talk about it?“
Martin moves slightly in the leather cushions, looking kinda tired and frustrated.
„Don’t know – I can’t stop thinking. Suzy, the kids – my messed up life – and that sort of shit.“
„Feeling like a lonely Rock star, hum?“ Dave brushes his chin with his index finger. „Pretty good time for a midlife crisis aswell.“
„Yes. And it’s not just that I miss a decent fuck – though that would be really a nice thing now.“
„Sure – you miss the security of a long term relationship – a place that you really can call home. But wandering into the past, accusing oneself for all the mistakes that have been made – doesn’t really help. I should know best, mate – and I really can feel with you.“
„That’s why I wanted you to talk with, Dave. And I’m still so glad you kicked my bum concerning the rehab.“
„What about your mentor? You should attend an AA meeting asap.“
„Argh, I knew that was coming! OK, I will call him – but I think I just have a rough patch.“
„No, Mart – not just that – you seem depressive to me – and that’s nothing to play around with. Do you experience problems with writing aswell?“
Mart keeps silent for a moment, lowering his head – and then he nods.
„Not really a writer’s block – but ...yes, allright – I’m not really into the swing of things at the moment.“
„I thought so.“

Dave bounces with his right knee up and down, looking for the right words to tell his friend.
Martin still sits there, half absent minded – his troubled soul quite obvious. David can’t help it and moves closer to him, patting his shoulder. Mart locks his view with him.

„Martin, no – that’s not a way to solve your problems. I’m here as your friend, not as your lover.“
„Dave, please! I need someone close now, to touch – or I’m going mad here in this damn hotel room! And don’t tell me I could call a hooker – I already thought about it and I’m sure it will not work.“
He looks kinda desperate now.
„If I can’t deaden my pain with alcohol then you be my drug, pretty please! Just hold me in your arms!“
A few tears make their way over his cheek bones now and he doesn’t wipe them away. He’s crying more or less silently.
„Don’t break my heart, Curly. You know I can’t see you cry.“
Then he slowly drags Martin into his arms. Now he can’t hold back his tears and sobs like a little child at his shoulder.
„It’s allright, Mart – let it all out.“

After a while his sobs die down. Dave’s shirt is soaking wet from the tears. Martin faces him with his reddened swollen eyes.
„I’m sorry, Dave!“
„Shush, don’t be. It’s OK.“
The next movement is Martin closing his lips around Dave’s.
„Martin, please!“
„I just wanted to say thanx. Nothing more. Would you stay with me till I’ve fallen asleep?“
He gets up from the couch and takes David’s hand. In front of the bed he unbuttons his jeans, slips them over his ankles and then crawls into the sheets.
„Come here.“ He pats next to him. David hestitates for a moment and then kicks off his boots and rests his body next to Martin who immediately puts an arm around his shoulder. He places his head onto his chest and closes his eyes.
„Your heartbeat is definitely soothing, Dave – you know that?“
A smile crosses David’s face.
„Yeah, I know. When Rosie was still little and couldn’t sleep the last thing sending her into dreamland was putting her on my bare chest, letting her listen to my heartbeat. Worked every time pretty well.“

A little snore tells him it worked as well for Martin. Gingerly he loosens his arm from his shoulder, putting a pillow beneath it, and leaves the bed silently. Grabbing his boots he tip toes out off the room, closing the door in slow motion.

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