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Chapter 1
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Dave/Martin
I've heard somewhere that the band got late for their concert in NY for 1,5 hours, I guess it was a gig after a little vacation. Of course, this is just a rumor, but still ;). So, this chapter is what might have happened during that time.
A blonde curly-haired man was putting on his mascara in front of a big mirror. He carefully added more and more on his eyelashes, making it look the way he wanted. He sighed, glancing at his stage shiny jackets and trousers. They all were so beautiful but every night he had to choose one of each. The upcoming gig in New York made him truly excited, so he wanted to make sure he would look good. There was nothing that could disturb it, wasn't it?
Dave interrupted Martin's long melancholic preparation for the concert. He ran into the room, grabbed Martin's hand and made him follow. What was going on with him?!
"God, where are you going?" Martin asked, feeling a little scared. Dave kept leading him somewhere. He looked determined and so goddamned sexy. Mart could swear that this serious expression on Dave's face made him look even more hotter, even though it was impossible.
"They're gonna be here at any minute." Dave said, going down the corridor. He glanced out the corner. It was empty and safe.
"Who?"
"Peter and Chris, for God's sake!" He giggled, realizing Martin really doesn't get what he wants.
"So what?" Martin asked and Dave stopped, turning around to face him. His sluggishness started getting on Dave's nerves.
"We can't fuck while they see us."
"Oh..." Martin smiled shyly, it was so typical of him, looked around quickly to make sure no one's eyeing them and kissed Dave's lips. He responded immediately, putting his hand on Martin's butt. "What has got into you? I understand your impatience sometimes, but now..."
"This whole gig thing has got me really excited. Aroused." Dave admitted. "Let's find a room, my pants are getting tighter."
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Martin trembled even though Dave was only playing around with his tongue on Martin's neck, sucking on his skin and licking it. He felt his dick in his pants growing bigger, creating an uncomfortable feeling of need to get fucked right now and here. A thought of them getting late for the important concert thrilled him, though seemed really hot. They'd make all those people wait while he would fuck with Dave... and they wouldn't have a guess about it... they don't know they're more than colleagues, though it's so obvious, it can be seen in their every move towards each other. Martin closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying every sensation Dave gave him. He was gently stroking Martin tummy when he suddenly reached up and pinched his nipple through the thin fabric.
"Ouch!" Mart glanced at him, surprised, but didn't protest. Dave only smiled at his reaction.
"What's on your mind? You seem so dreamy."
"It's just I want you. Come on."
"Oh, you have no idea how you turn me on! You look so hot. So fucking hot. If it was possible, I'd give you my heart. Or at least serve you until I pass out from fatigue."
"There's no need in this, but you know, I'm glad you told me." Martin kissed Dave's cheek, he could hardly reach it in their position. "Take me."
"Not here. We must hurry, but, uh, I can't let us endure this torture for long. How about we get each other off real quick and continue in my room after the gig?"
Martin looked at him with longing eyes, but he knew Dave was right. "Okay, sure. I need you so badly."
"I know."
"Until you brought me here I was a normal man, now I am a horny mess..." he sighed, feeling how Dave's hand slided below his shirt, rubbed his chest and then went into his pants. "Mh..."
"I like to make you feel like this." Dave finally touched Martin's cock inside his trousers, massaging it steadily. "Oh, you're already leaking..."
Martin couldn't wait any longer, he pushed his hips upwards, rubbing against Dave's hand. Dave smirked, a teasing idea came into his mind. He groped a tight hole with his other hand, knowing that this would make Mart unable to speak. The pants fell below, allowing better access to what Dave was about to do. He kissed Martin's neck while his hands were stroking his cock and slowly penetrating his body. Sure, he didn't want to go that far in this fucking tiny room, it was just to play with his blond friend.
"Please..." Martin begged, and Dave started jerking his dick off in a wild pace, making Mart bite his own hand not to make any noise. He came so quickly that stars were spinning in front of his eyes. Dave hugged him, whispering that he's such a slut for him.
"Should we go?" Dave asked.
"No, no... Just let me..." Martin had his head spinning but still got on his knees.
"Oh, honey, what if we get too late?!"
"I don't care. I can't leave you like this. It might be unbearable. " He smirked with his glistening green eyes and started his mischief. Dave helped him to pull down the trousers and then Martin got to suck on his cock, taking it in as much as he could. Dave whined and pushed himself deeper in the inviting hot mouth. His hands were shaking. But the tense was so unbearable that he came after a few frictions, shooting his load into Martin's mouth. "O... okay, now we really gotta go." Dave kissed Martin's forehead and started fixing their
clothes.
"Your lips are too red to look normal." Mart giggled while pulling on his trousers. "And the look on your face, oh my. You poor little horny man!" He jokingly stroked Dave's hair. He loved that attention from Martin, but they had no time for it.
"Let's go." Dave smiled to him and they stepped out of the tiny room, heading to the familiar voices.
"Where have you been?!" Peter asked them when they finally appeared to the stage staff. They were waiting for the two main stars and got quite angry by that time.
"What time is it?" Dave asked as if nothing had happened.
"We're late for almost an hour!" Chris grabbed his head, looking at the big clock on a wall.
"Oh, God... well, are we ready to go now?" Dave put a charming smile on his face. He wanted to be finally done with the gig.
"Yes, please, and faster." Peter headed to the stage.
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"I can finally have you." Dave pressed Martin to the closest wall, hearing his quiet whimpers.
"Get this shit off me!!" Squeaked Mart, implying on his clothes. This tention was unbearable. His hands wrapped around Dave's head, pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips crashed together. Dave got harder from hearing the continuous wet pecks and at last relieved Martin's dick from the tight garment. "Touch me..." he whispered again, his body trembled. Dave wanted to make Martin go crazy with desire.
"Let's move to bed." Dave proposed and almost forcibly dragged him into the bedroom. Martin fell onto the big soft bed and Dave soon fell on top of him. "What did you say before, huh? You want me to do what?"
"Fuck me..." Martin whispered softly, his words barely hearable.
"What? Louder." He started neatly nibbling Martin's neck, forcing him to give in to this play.
"I said, fuck me!" Hearing Martin saying the cuss word only amused him.
"Yes, sir." Dave giggled and rummaged in the pockets of his coat which was laying on the floor nearby. They didn't even get rid of their clothes properly, so this was the first thing Dave was to do after he found that bottle of lube. Right after that the pile of clothes on the carpet grew bigger rapidly.
Dave leaned against him, admiring the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. "I wish I could stay like that forever."
"Me too." Martin sighed, embracing Dave with his strong muscular arms.
"Spread your legs." Dave got off him, poured lots of slippery liquid onto his hand. 'It's gonna be perfect' he smiled to himself while starting to prepare Martin. "I'm gonna make you feel so good..." Dave whispered into his ear with his husky voice, causing shivers to run down his spine. Martin felt Dave's finger teasing him beneath, stretching him intensively. Though it was a bit too much, he knew he'd endure this for a while, and then everything would be good.
Dave slowly put second and third in, getting even more excited by Martin's soft gasps. "I fuckin love you so much." Dave confessed and kissed him deeply on the lips.
"I'm going insane." Martin rolled back his eyes, feeling the familiar sweet pain inside that made his legs tremble once more. Dave's dick was long enough to fill him up completely, and that's what Dave always loved to do. The similar continuing motions created a calming yet ecstatic rhythm in them. Dave leaned in closer, feeling Martin's soft naked skin with his own, he couldn't get enough of it. The desire in him burnt harder every second. His friend's little touches and kisses only threw wood into this fire. Mart whispered in his ear: "I need you... Cum in me."
Dave closed his eyes. He heard their pant, wet sloppy slaps of their bodies, felt his lover's hand sliding across his back. Everything created and complemented the arousing picture in his head. He growled, his beautiful face wrinkled, making him look even hotter for Martin. His thrusts became more chaotic, his hands grabbed Martin's hips and he blew into him with a deep loud moan. Dave came to his senses and found Martin's cock beneath with his hand, pumping it willingly. The blond man cummed profusely, covering their bodies with his seed and caressing Dave's ears with his whimpers.
"I..." Dave fell on the opposite side of the bed and started, panting. "I've waited for this for so damn long. I hope we will repeat this as soon as possible." He turned to his side, smiling to Mart.
"Me... too." He couldn't catch his breath and resist eyeing Dave's body from time to time.
"You look so beautiful." Dave chuckled, noticing where his eyes were looking. "Promise me it."
"I promise."
"No, say it." Dave smirked, he wanted to tease him.
"I promise we'll fuck as soon as we get a chance." Martin grunted, but did as he was told to. He wanted to make Dave feel happy after all. He had this special connection, love to him.
"Thank you! I love you, Mart!!" He laughed, attacking the shorter man with his cuddles.
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Chapter 2
A very cute one
Morning was the most terrible time during the day. Martin hated it since his childhood, then when he partied a lot and had headaches to nowadays, being a 62 year old man. But still, all of a sudden, he had to get up every single morning. This is what happened today — he woke up in his hotel room next to his dear wife. What has made this morning even worse? The fact that he woke up not from a usual alarm but from a call. Martin jumped up rapidly from his bed when he heard this ear-splitting sound in the early morning's silence. Nah, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 8 a.m.
"Yeah?" He answered after picking up the phone in the spacious room, the unfriendly tone heard in his husky after sleep voice.
"Hey, Mart, darling, could you please get down and meet me outside? In that pretty lonely backyard." It was Dave. Martin was about to throw the handset in the wall, but his wife was sleeping too sweetly to be woken up. He gathered his strength to reply normally.
"What for? We can meet in the hotel." Martin didn't want to go out — it was still snowing, and the snowdrifts outside have probably reached his height. It's not a very pleasant weather.
"Please." Dave said, trying to sound like he was an offended little boy, so that Martin just wouldn't be able to say no.
"Ogh... okay." He sighed and hung up. Dave ran out of the hotel as fast as he could. He had a plan.
Martin equipped himself as if he were about to go on a trip to Antarctica.
Dave's slim dark silhouette was the first thing he noticed in the piles of white snow. He had a sly smirk on his face.
"So, what was that important, Dave?" Martin yawned. He saw him hiding something behind his back.
"You know, honey..." he approached Martin slowly. "The war has started!" He screamed suddenly and threw a snowball in Martin, giggling like a little boy. It got in the middle of his chest. Martin's sleepy mind couldn't process what was going on at first, but then he grunted and laughed. "I wouldn't be so amused if I was in your place!" Dave grabbed some snow and threw it in him again. It almost reached Martin's face.
"Dave..." Martin couldn't stop nickering. "Are you serious?!"
"Hell, yeah!"
"Okay. I'm gonna kill you!" He took some snowy material to make a snowball and cast it in the running Dave. It got right into his face, which made the dark-haired man laugh even harder.
"No, I will kill you! Beware!!" He chuckled and threw a fresh snowball into Martin again, but he dodged! "I swear you won't get out of here alive!!"
Dave jumped onto Martin, dragging him down in the snowdrift. "Hahaha! I gotcha! Don't resist, I won't let you go!" He smirked and pressed his friend's body deeper in snow.
"Why would I resist?" A breathtaking smile spread on his face. "Not when I'm under a man as hot as yourself."
"What are you doing, Mr. Gore?! It's a prohibited move!!" Dave chuckled, rolling off Mart to lay down next to him and look at the winter sky. Everything was so peaceful and lovely.
"I just like to manipulate you. You look so hot when you're mad, did you know?"
"I didn't. But thank you, Martin. You know, I can say the same about you." Dave comically crawled up to Martin without getting up from the snow, kissed his cheek and whispered: "I love you."