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Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald of the FBI’s Missing Persons unit sat in the dim light of his apartment, not having bothered to turn on the lights when he got home. He could see enough to pour himself a drink from the twinkling lights in nearby buildings, and that was all he wanted.
He had put on a happy act for hours now, and so he had been relieved to drop it as soon as he had walked out of the dinner which had doubled as a wedding reception for Danny and Elena. Really, he thought, as he took a too-large gulp of the whiskey, he should be happy for his best friend, not be feeling sorry for himself.
But he did feel sorry for himself. Where had his life gone wrong? How had he let it get to the point where he watched his best friend, the man he loved, marry someone else without ever making his feelings known? What if this had been his chance, and he had blown it, not today, but in the last few years, by never telling Danny how he felt? He had known he was in love with Danny for years, but had never spoken up, never even hinted to the other man about how he felt. Instead he had hesitated far too long, and then watched as Danny fell in love with Elena, and today vowed to spend the rest of his life with her.
Martin poured himself a second drink. If he ended up getting smashed, so be it. As he more slowly sipped his refill, he thought back to his relationship with Danny over the years.
When Martin had first started working in the missing persons unit, he had been enthusiastic about the job and the new place to work. He had hoped that his father’s position of Deputy Director of the FBI wouldn’t cause problems for him, but that had been naïve. He wasn’t sure if the bad start he had with Danny was solely due to his dad, or that Danny didn’t want competition in the department from another man, or just something about Martin that rubbed him up the wrong way. Certainly he had made mistakes, but all inexperienced people in their field of work did that.
Over the first year though, they had worked through their differences and by the time they had been working together a couple of years, they were on their way to becoming good friends. They spent time outside work together sometimes, as well as working well when Jack did pair them up. This had reduced when Martin had been seeing Samantha though. What a mistake that had been! Getting involved with someone you work with was never really a good idea, but when that person was your boss’s ex, that made it even worse. They had tried to keep it private, but the rest of the unit figured it out. Keeping that a secret from Danny, plus his spending a lot of his free time with Samantha had put distance between the two friends, but when he finally gave up on his relationship with Sam, realizing it never would go anywhere, he was determined to spend more time with Danny, and regain the closeness they seemed to have lost.
Unfortunately, before he could put that plan into action, Martin got shot. Spending weeks in the hospital and nearly dying made him re-evaluate his life and his relationships. He realized he didn’t have a lot to show for it; yes he had helped people at work and that was important to him, but he didn’t have any love-life or even many close friends. He also realized something during the weeks of recovery: although Samantha visited him quite regularly, he found himself getting irritated with her. She seemed to want to get back together, but that wasn’t what he wanted. The person he realized he did want was Danny.
They had been through the shooting together, although luckily Danny had escaped the gunfire, but the other man hadn’t been to see him since he left the hospital. Martin wasn’t sure why that was, but he knew he missed him, and wanted to spend time with him. More disturbing than that though, was that he now admitted to himself that the feelings he had for Danny were not those of one friend to another, but of attraction and desire.
Martin had grown up always knowing that he was expected to have suitable relationships, and marry a woman from the right background. His father was very disappointed that he had not succeeded in doing this so far, but Martin was realizing that he didn’t want to do it at all, ever. He had always been in firm denial that any feelings of attraction he had towards men were anomalies, and that he was perfectly straight. Nothing else was acceptable in his family. Now Martin was rethinking this. The close shave had jolted him out of his denial, and made him realize that life was too short to not make the most of it. He was attracted to men as well as women, yet could have died without ever experiencing what it was like to be with a man. He vowed to change that.
But soon after he made it back to work, when he was just getting his friendship with Danny back on track, he got injured. He was determined to stay in work as he had been bored stiff at home when he had been recovering, so he took the painkillers the doctor had given him, and when he found they didn’t do the trick, he took more instead of slowing down and resting. Before he knew it, he was reliant on the pills just to function, and pulling away from everyone in his life in order to give him the distance he needed to hide his new priority in life; where to get the next dose. His life spiraled down into near disaster. Luckily he still had friends who were willing to help him, and Samantha and Danny between them made sure that despite himself, he got the help he needed.
Even though his addiction to painkillers gave him something in common with Danny who was an alcoholic, the two men didn’t bond over the experience. Danny made sure that he watched out for Martin, that he got a sponsor and followed the 12 step program of Narcotics Anonymous, but that was it. Martin suspected that he didn’t want the reminder of what he had gone through, and to be honest, he didn’t really want Danny to see him at his worst either.
One thing that was drummed into him via NA was that he needed to concentrate on himself, and as a single man, he shouldn’t even consider getting into a relationship for at least a year. Martin could see why that was sensible, but he really wanted to make changes to his relationship with Danny. A lot of what was discussed in NA was about being honest and truthful with people, and he felt that he wasn’t able to be that with Danny as so much had been left unsaid. But he knew that he needed to get their friendship on an even footing again, not be about NA or Martin’s injury or recovery, but just about two friends having a good time together. Anything more was on hold for now.
Martin succeeded in getting back his friendship with Danny to where he wanted it, and his recovery was going very well. He had been clean of drugs for nearly a year when he started to see the looks between Danny and Elena, and realized what it meant. He watched closely over the next few months and his suspicions were confirmed; they had gotten together. He thought about blurting out his feelings, but seeing how happy Danny was, he couldn’t do that to him, and really, what chance did he have anyway when Danny was obviously falling for Elena. Better for him to wait until it fell apart, like all Danny’s relationships did. He could then help pick up the pieces, and after Danny’s heart was mended, he could make his move.
Except that never happened. Danny and Elena got closer and more serious, then Elena appeared with a ring on her finger, and they were making wedding plans. Martin had missed his chance. He still hoped that something might go wrong, although he felt guilty every time that thought went through his head, but it didn’t.
He was glad that in the end they had gone for a small wedding, without all the usual hoopla. He had been worried that Danny might ask him to be his best man, and Martin didn’t think he could have stood up next to Danny and watch him marry Elena, or give a best man’s speech. It was hard enough for him to just be there, with a happy smile on his face, and not stand up and declare his feelings when the justice asked if anyone knew of any reason why the union could not go ahead.
He had kept quiet, offered his congratulations to the newly married couple, and gritted his teeth through the dinner before escaping as early as he could get away with, under the pretext of having a headache. It wasn’t a lie either, as the strain of the day had given him a tension headache. Sitting on his own in the dark drinking whiskey probably wouldn’t help that, but he couldn’t help brooding.
What should he do now? The idea of life going on as usual, with him having to work day in, day out with the happy couple was unbearable. Maybe he should ask for a transfer and get away from them, make a new start somewhere else. But he enjoyed his job and really felt he could help people. He didn’t want to give that up. He definitely wanted a change from it though, a break to give him chance to heal his broken heart. Danny and Elena were on their honeymoon for two weeks so he would use that time to see what options were available, maybe speak to Jack about other opportunities.
***
The next day Martin knocked on Jack’s door and when his boss waved him in, he sat uncomfortably in the chair in front of the desk. Jack was looking at him seriously, not giving him any clues as to his mood. His relationship with Jack had been strained ever since he messed up by getting involved with Kim Marcus, a woman who had started out as a witness in one of their cases, but turned out to be involved in an armed robbery. This had only been a few weeks ago, and he was still trying to make up for that disaster.
“Erm Jack. I wanted to talk to you about maybe having a change here at work.” Jack’s eyebrows rose up, but he didn’t say anything. That didn’t help Martin’s nerves.
“I’ve been feeling a bit restless for some time, and I think that contributed to my bad judgement over the last couple of months. Maybe it’s a seven year itch type of thing.” Martin smiled as he made this sort-of joke, but Jack’s face never twitched. “I just feel I need a break, not permanently, but maybe something short-term to give me a change, and allow me to get my perspective back. What do you think?” Martin waited with baited breath to see what Jack would say. If he didn’t approve, Martin’s only option would be to apply for a permanent transfer, which he really didn’t want to do. Of course he could go over Jack’s head to his father, but he had no intention of doing that.
Jack put his pen down and sighed. He had known Martin was struggling for some time, and even suspected he knew why. He had sometimes seen how Martin watched Danny and Elena, and wasn’t sure if he had feelings for one of them, or if it was just that Martin wanted a relationship himself and was lonely. He felt that was a big factor in leading up to Martin being used by Kim Marcus and nearly wrecking his career. Still, Martin had identified the problem and wanted to solve it. Despite the tongue lashing he had given Martin over his bad decisions when he had realized Kim was involved in criminal activity, Jack knew Martin was a good agent and an asset to the team. He didn’t want to lose him, but for him to get back to his usual efficient self. Maybe a break would do him good.
“Maybe, if you think that would help. What did you have in mind?” Jack asked.
Martin took in a deep breath and relaxed somewhat. “I’m not sure what’s available. Maybe work on a task force for a bit or a secondment to another department. Something different to this, just for a while. I enjoy this job and don’t want to give it up, but I just need a short break from it. Could you maybe put out a few feelers to see what’s available please?”
“Yes, I can do that, although there won’t necessarily be anything straight away, plus we’re short-handed for the next few weeks anyway with both Danny and Elena off on their honeymoon.” Jack watched Martin’s face as he mentioned his co-workers and saw a slight flinch that Martin couldn’t quite cover up. He was right; their relationship was the cause of Martin’s problems. Maybe it would do him good to get away from it for a while. Jack decided he would do what he could to help Martin find something suitable so he could get the break he was asking for.
“Thanks Jack, that would be great. Whenever works best for you is fine by me. It’ll be good to know I can do this, even if it isn’t immediately.” Martin smiled at his boss, and then got up to go back to work. He felt so much better already, knowing he had taken the first step into getting over Danny and making changes in his life.
***
Rafael Barba, Assistant District Attorney for the Special Victims Unit of the NYPD, was also spending his evenings sat alone in his apartment, drowning his sorrows in whiskey. It had been a bad few weeks, with the trial and subsequent conviction of his childhood friend, Alejandro Muñoz.
Despite him being rightly convicted with overwhelming evidence of sexting and possession of child pornography, he was still blaming Rafael for his downfall, to everyone who would listen, which included all the press. As the mayoral candidate that had been the favorite to win the election which had been only 6 days after his arrest, it had made headline news, and was still a popular subject in the papers and on TV. Rafael had been vilified repeatedly by Alex and his supporters, and he couldn’t even go to see his mother as he dared not show his face in his old neighbourhood, after Alex and their friend Eddie had been arrested.
It was so unfair, as it hadn’t even been him who had been the prosecutor of the case, and it felt like every day Rafael had had another person laying into him if they could get near enough to vent their opinion. He had to go through the back to the court to give evidence as he had been booed and jeered by the Muñoz supporters at the front steps. Rafael wasn’t used to this treatment, and hated every second of it. He could only hope that it would die down soon, but realistically, he didn’t expect it to. He considered himself to have a thick skin; with his background and his job, he’d needed it, but this was starting to get to him.
Overall he enjoyed his work, although since he had taken on the job as ADA for the Special Victims Unit he found that he cared more about the victims than how the cases would help his career. That was new for the ambitious lawyer, and he was not sure that it was a change he liked. When he cared, he could be hurt when the verdict didn’t go his way. Plus seeing the victims of each case who were permanently scarred from their experiences was starting to weigh him down. The cases were tough as well; too often it was the victim on trial rather than the suspect, and it was difficult to get a conviction when that was the case. But overall he found his work rewarding, and he had put away a lot of scumbags that he wasn’t convinced another ADA would have been able to. Cocky – yes; but he knew he was good at his job, and had proved it many times in the past.
But outside work what did he have? A very nice apartment, his mother and his work colleagues from the ADA’s office and the SVU squad, but not a lot else. He didn’t have much family, few friends that were not job-related, and no love life at all, or even the prospect of one.
He was gay, and comfortable in his sexuality, but he also knew that it wouldn’t be a good move, career-wise, to come out, so he kept his private life just that. He discussed it with no-one at work, and he made sure that any dalliances he did have were kept well away from the rest of his life. But that did make it difficult to meet people, and definitely reduced his chances of having an actual relationship. He really would like that, but had no idea how to go about even meeting someone for one, without it impacting his career.
There was one place that he sometimes visited; an exclusive club for men like him who valued discretion above all else. Somewhere he could let his guard down, knowing everyone else there had something to hide too, and that he could safely peak out of the closet when he was there and not be risking anything. Certainly not his heart, as whenever he went to the club, he only met men interested in a one-night stand. Men in his position who went there weren’t looking for a relationship. It was a place to get off, to meet someone safely for a quick hook-up but nothing else. Rafael hadn’t been there for months, but now he was wondering if he should go, just so he could let off some steam and tension.
***
Martin had been thinking about how else he could make progress in getting over Danny. Despite the feelings he had had for men over the years, he had never actually done anything about it. All his relationships had been with women, and he had not even kissed a man, never mind anything more than that. As far as his own gender was concerned; he was a virgin. Not what most men would want he was sure. Plus, never having done anything with another man, he really wasn’t sure how he would react if he did get intimate with one. He had never touched a man’s body; seen another man’s penis (other than in porn) or touched one, or had any anal stimulation. What if he didn’t like it, or found he wasn’t turned on? He had always enjoyed a woman’s curves and breasts, so it could be that despite his attraction for men, he preferred women when it came to physical intimacy. Maybe he was torturing himself for nothing by thinking he had been chasing the wrong sex all these years. Maybe he should find out.
Martin remembered a conversation he had had with his father years ago. One of the deputy directors of the FBI had been caught in a compromising situation with another man, and it had been in the press. His career was ruined and the reputation of the FBI tarnished (according to his father, anyway). Martin remembered his dad saying that he should have ‘kept it in his pants or gone to the club if he really had to do that, where he could get what he wanted discretely’. Martin thought that he had remembered that nugget of information purposefully, even though at the time he had not been considering men himself. But now he wondered if he could get the information about this club and visit it. He definitely wanted somewhere discrete, not for himself, but to prevent embarrassment for his father. He decided to make some enquiries.
He rang his father the next evening, supposedly on the pretext of coordinating birthday gifts for his mother, but managed to ask about the club. He said he knew someone in the FBI who was gay and looking for somewhere to go, and that he remembered his dad mentioning the club in the past. Victor Fitzgerald started to ask who it was, before changing his mind; probably realizing he was best off not knowing. He did say he would send Martin the information though, and the next day Martin received a text with a website address, plus a password.
When Martin got home from work that night, he fired up his laptop and went to the website, needing to use the password just to get access to it. There he found details of the club, from where it was and the opening hours, to access information. Apparently you needed to be a member in order to go there, and to join, you needed to provide your details so they could be verified. The website assured absolute privacy, so Martin went ahead and filled out the form. He was told his application would be processed within a few days.
Sure enough, a couple of days later, Martin received an email with a door access code, plus a list of the rules for the club, which he studied. The main rule was privacy for all members, some of whom could be well known, either as holding prominent positions in business or politics, or from film or TV. No member should be hassled when they were at the club or have their outside life referred to by another member. There were also details about the facilities, including the back rooms. All members were to wear condoms (which would be provided) and ensure full consent by all parties for any activities undertaken. Martin found the whole idea of visiting there quite scary, but decided he would go that weekend, just to satisfy his curiosity.
***
When Rafael made it to the club on Saturday night, he let himself in using the access code, and then took off his coat, before heading to the bar. The subdued lighting and music comforted him, and he started to relax. This was one place he could be himself, and not worry about someone giving him a hard time because of his job. He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself his usual, a double Macallan. He had just taken a sip and looked round to see who was in the bar – no-one he knew from previous visits or who he immediately recognized – when he caught sight of a man entering the club. Judging by the wide eyes and the way he hesitantly looked round, Rafael judged that he was a new member on his first visit.
The stranger came up to the bar and ordered a Macallan, which made Rafael smile. He decided to put the newcomer at ease by being friendly. “Excellent choice. That’s my usual brand, and it’s a good bottle that they keep here.” He turned in his seat and smiled at the man who had just paid for his drink and was taking a sip.
The stranger turned to him and returned his smile. Rafael was immediately taken by his good looks and sky blue eyes. ‘Wow, this man is gorgeous’ he immediately thought.
“Hi,” the handsome man greeted Rafael. “I’ve always enjoyed a good scotch, and I must admit to liking this brand in particular.”
Rafael went on to tell him about his visit to the Macallan Estate when he visited Scotland a few years ago, and soon the two men were in deep conversation about drinks. This led to a discussion about food, and Rafael could tell that his companion was starting to relax. He didn’t look as nervous now and even started to look round the bar.
“You can go and talk to someone else if you want to. Don’t think you need to stay here with me.” Rafael felt he should give the other man the option to escape from him without needing to be rude and walk away. He was enjoying their discussion, and was definitely attracted to the new member, but realized that might not be how his companion was feeling.
“No, thanks,” the man answered with shy smile for Rafael. “It’s my first time here and I’m a bit nervous. I’ve not done this before,” he mumbled, this time not looking at Rafael.
Rafael took a sip of his drink while he considered what to say next. He was intrigued by the comment. What did he mean by ‘I’ve not done this before’? Not done what before? Been to a club for sex, or been with a man. Considering how shy the man appeared – was that a blush on his face that he could see? – Rafael could believe that he was new to all this. Well, if he wanted a teacher, Rafael would happily show him the ropes.
“I guessed this was your first time here by the way you were looking around when you arrived. It’s a good club, and I’ve always found everyone to be friendly, and the privacy aspect makes it a very discrete place to come if you want to meet another man without anyone knowing. Are you new to the area if this is your first visit, or have you only recently found out about it?” Rafael tried to put the other man at ease and also find out a bit more about what had brought him here.
The man sighed and took a gulp of his drink before looking at Rafael for a few seconds while he appeared to be deciding what to say. Apparently what he saw in Rafael’s face was acceptable as he opened up. “I’ve lived in New York for 7 years and have been aware of this place for a while, but it’s only recently I’ve decided to make changes to my life and take a risk and come here. I nearly died a while back and it got me thinking about exploring things about myself that I had always backed off doing before.”
Rafael interpreted this as the man only just coming to terms with his sexuality, and felt a thrill go through him at the possibility that he may be the one who would get to help this gorgeous man. “Ahh, so can I assume that up to this point you have mainly been involved with women then?” he asked.
“Yes, only ever women. I’ve never … been with a man at all.” This was practically whispered, with the man now blushing bright red and staring fixedly at his drink, not making eye contact. Rafael put a hand on his arm to get his attention, and when he finally looked up, gave him a gentle smile.
“Good for you. It takes guts to acknowledge you are attracted to men when it’s so much easier to stay in denial. Homosexual relationships aren’t always easy, or accepted, otherwise clubs like this wouldn’t exist.” The man looked up now, obviously feeling better about having opened up to Rafael. “I never had an option,” Rafael told him, realizing he should reveal something about himself if he expected his companion to keep opening up to him. “I’ve always known I was gay, so after my first experiment with a woman, it was never tempting for me to get involved with one again. But it has led to a lonely life, as most of my time has been spent at work, with few opportunities to meet men. Hence me being a member here.”
Rafael decided to try and find out what the other man wanted. “So, what did you have in mind when you came here? What were you expecting or hoping for?”
The man shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t sure what to expect really, and didn’t think further than having a drink or two. I suppose I did hope to meet some men and maybe if I was attracted to someone see what might happen. I’m really not ready to do much though. This is all so new to me.”
Rafael finished his drink before responding. “Well you’ve had a drink and met me, so that’s a good start. Do you want to go and talk to some other men, see if you are attracted to anyone?”
The blush was back, and Rafael got a quick flash of the man’s lovely blue eyes before he looked away. “No, I don’t need to go and meet anyone else, to find someone I’m attracted to.” This was practically whispered, but Rafael heard it and felt a thrill go through him.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he replied quickly, wanting to make it clear to the other man that he was interested too. “So you say you’re not ready to do much. What do you want to do? We can get another drink and talk some more, or we could maybe go where it’s more private and you can see what you feel comfortable doing.” Rafael wanted to give the man options, but also not move too quickly to scare him off. Although he had come to the club with the intention of getting laid, he was really enjoying spending time with this man, and was willing to take his time.
“I’m happy to go slowly, and only do as much as you are ready to do. If that means just making out, that’s fine by me.” The last thing Rafael would ever do is pressurise anyone into going further than they wanted to go, especially since he had been working in sex crimes, but that wasn’t something he could explain without talking about his job, which he wasn’t willing to do.
He could see the relief on the other man’s face and the tension leave his shoulders. He looked up and smiled at Rafael. “I’d like that if you're sure it's okay with you. But I bet you came here tonight with plans to do more than coddle a nervous virgin, and I can’t promise spending time with me will do anything other than leave you frustrated.”
Rafael laughed. “That’s okay. I can take a bit of frustration. So do you want to get another drink here?” He saw his companion blush as he shook his head, and realized what that meant. He got up and extended a hand to him. “Come on. Let’s go and find somewhere a bit more private.” The man put his hand in Rafael’s and he felt a surge of excitement go through him at the first touch between them.
Rafael led them through a side door and down a corridor, where he picked up a key from a hook and went into a room, locking it behind them but leaving the key in the door. Inside was a bed and a couch, but not much else. Rafael took off his suit coat and loosened his tie while his companion looked around. He saw him swallow when he saw the bowl containing condoms by the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting we will be going far enough to need any of those. As I said, we take it slow and stop if you feel uncomfortable, so don’t worry about telling me what you do or don’t want.” Rafael sat down on the couch and waited for the other man to join him. They sat side by side, but not quite touching. “My name’s Rafael by the way,” he said, thinking that may help break the silence.
“I’m Martin,” he got in reply. Martin held out his hand for Rafael to shake, which seemed very formal, so when they finished shaking hands, Rafael used his grip to pull Martin a bit closer, and then let go to set his hand on Martin’s shoulder. They were now much closer to each other, close enough that it wouldn’t take much for them to kiss. Rafael looked into Martin’s beautiful blue eyes and saw them darkening with arousal, so licked his lips and looked down at Martin’s mouth. He leaned forward slightly; enough so his partner could interpret his intentions but leave it to him as to whether he was ready to make that first move.
Martin swallowed hard then leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Both men’s eyes closed as their lips met for the first time, and after a few chaste kisses, Rafael took the initiative and licked at Martin’s lips, waiting to see if he would respond. Martin did, and soon they were kissing deeply, mouths open and tongues tangling.
Their bodies moved closer together, and Rafael moved one arm around Martin’s back and the other into his hair, not holding him in place, but caressing his head. Martin moved his hands which had been held rigidly by his side, and held onto Rafael, firstly just cautiously stroking down his arms, but then down his back, pulling him forward so their bodies were closer together.
Rafael broke the kiss to breathe and moved a few inches away from Martin to check how he was doing. “Is this okay with you?” He could see the swollen lips and dilated pupils, plus tell by Martin’s body language that he didn’t have a problem with what they were doing, but wanted to verbally confirm this.
Martin licked his lips and grinned. “This is great. It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a man, but it feels right.”
Rafael grinned back at him. “I’m glad to hear it. It feels right to me too.” He pulled Martin in for another kiss, reassured by their quick exchange. Their kisses continued to grow more passionate, and Rafael shifted position on the couch so he was more reclining, with Martin following until their bodies were together, with no space between them. Rafael deliberately didn’t move his hips, wanting Martin to get used to feeling another man’s body against his own before he took things further.
In the end it was Martin who took the next step by grinding his hips into Rafael’s. He gasped as Rafael moved too and he felt the hardness of the other man’s cock against his own. He hadn’t expected it to feel that good, especially with layers of clothing still between them.
Rafael moved his hands down and caressed Martin’s shapely ass through his suit pants and moaned. God, he did hope that Martin wasn’t going to leave him frustrated, but they would both be able to at least get off before they left.
Rafael tore his mouth away from Martin’s and waited for him to recover a bit before suggesting they move over to the bed. Martin looked nervous again, but Rafael reassured him that he wouldn’t do anything Martin didn’t want, but that the bed would be more comfortable than the couch. Martin agreed and they both stood up and took the few steps to move to the bed.
Rafael took off his tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt and Martin realized at this point that he was fully dressed, and did the same, discarding his coat and tie on the couch. Both men toed off their shoes too before lying down. “Now, where were we?” Rafael asked with a smile before kissing Martin again, then moving down slightly to kiss his neck and move his hand to the buttons of his shirt. He pulled away to ask, “Can I take your shirt off?”
Martin nodded, and watched Rafael’s face as he undid the dress shirt he was wearing. He was still nervous, but the other man was keeping to his word and going slowly. Martin still wasn’t sure how far he would be willing to go, but he did hope that he would be comfortable going far enough to leave them both satisfied. He also hoped this would not be a one-time thing, but he guessed that the club mostly catered to one night hook-ups, so wasn’t necessarily expecting more. He decided he should make a few moves of his own, and started undoing Rafael’s shirt too.
Both men sat up to remove their shirts once they were undone, and also after a pause, their undershirts. Then they lay down again. Martin hesitantly put one hand on Rafael’s chest. He was used to women’s chests, with breasts and smooth skin, not flatness and hair, of which his companion had a lot. Rafael smiled at his partner and relaxed onto the bed. “Touch if you want to; I don’t mind.”
Martin did that, running his hands through the hair and feeling the muscles under the skin. Although Rafael was in reasonable shape, he had a bit of softness around his middle and definitely didn’t have a six pack, but Martin thought he would feel intimidated by any man who did. He didn’t want to feel inadequate in comparison. He found he enjoyed touching Rafael though, who was responding as if he was enjoying it, especially when Martin played with his nipples.
After a few minutes, Rafael pushed Martin down on to the bed with a lascivious smile and an exclamation of “my turn!” Martin soon found that Rafael was just as good with his hands as he had been with his mouth, and that he was getting even more turned on by the other man exploring the skin of his top half. He obviously noticed his scars, but didn’t make any comment or touch him there. Martin appreciated that. He didn’t want to have to go into explanations or stop what they were doing.
Martin was enjoying making out like this. No woman had ever spent this much time exploring what turned him on before. Most of the time they seemed to expect him to do all the work, only usually concentrating on his groin. When had sex turned into a race to get ready for intercourse? All this making out might be what he had done as a teenager, when there were no realistic expectations of more, but he now remembered how much fun the foreplay was.
Rafael used his mouth to explored Martin’s chest with his lips and tongue, sucking on his nipples before making his way up his neck back to his mouth again for a passionate kiss. He pulled away again, this time lying fully on Martin with their cocks pressed against each other, and pressing down in very gentle thrusts.
“Hi there. How’re you doing?” Rafael asked Martin but had to wait for a verbal response.
Martin moved his hands down Rafael’s back until he was cupping his ass, and pulled him down, spreading his legs wider, so they ground even closer together. Both men gasped at the increase in sensation. “How do you think I’m doing?” was Martin’s response.
Rafael laughed. “Judging by your body language, you’re not going to last much longer than I am if we keep this up. Do you feel comfortable getting naked, or at least taking our pants off?” he asked.
Martin didn’t even have to think about it. He was going on pure instinct now, and his body was telling him to carry on. “Yes, that sounds good to me.” Rafael rolled off Martin and undid his belt and his pants while Martin watched. When Rafael looked pointedly at him, Martin followed his example and soon both men had discarded both pants and socks, and were left only in boxers, both clearly distended by their erections.
Rafael lay down and pulled Martin on top of him, and their bodies lined up again, this time the sensation being even stronger with only two layers of thin material between them. They kissed passionately again, thrusting against each other until Rafael could start to feel himself losing control. He broke away and rolled them so they were on their sides, then moved back so there was some room between them. He didn’t want to come in his underwear if he could help it, as that made for an uncomfortable trip home. Plus he wanted to see and feel Martin’s cock.
He ran his hand down Martin’s side until he reached his hip, and then slowly started moving it round to his groin, first looking into his eyes to make sure this was okay. Martin nodded at him, and then groaned when he first felt Rafael’s hand enclose his erection. This felt so good! He raised himself up from the bed and started to push his boxers off, helped by Rafael when he realized what Martin was doing.
Martin lay back on the bed, feeling shy again at being completely naked in bed with a man for the first time. Rafael pushed his own boxers off then lay down next to Martin, and kissed him, pushing their bodies together. They rocked against each other and then Rafael encouraged Martin to lie on top of him again. He wanted Martin to feel in control and not trapped. He opened his legs and raised his knees so he had good traction on the bed before kissing Martin again and thrusting upwards so their cocks were rubbing against each other.
Martin groaned. This was so good, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Rafael, I’m close; I’m going to come,” he admitted in a rough voice that Rafael found very sexy.
“Me too. Is it okay like this?” he checked.
“Yes, this is perfect,” Martin gasped in reply, before he crushed their mouths together in another kiss. They moved together, getting gradually quicker as they both got even closer to their peaks. Rafael came first, quickly followed by Martin, and both men collapsed on the bed gasping as they recovered.
Martin knew he had a soppy smile on his face when he finally opened his eyes, to see Rafael gazing at him with a satisfied grin. “Well that was pretty damn good for a first time. I hope that was up to your expectations?” Rafael asked.
“Oh yeah, that was great. I can’t imagine how good other things are if that’s how you can make me feel with not much more than basic making out.” Martin stretched on the bed like a satisfied cat.
Rafael laughed. “Believe me, there’s lots more good stuff to explore.” He was a bit nervous of asking, but decided to go for it; “If you want, we could meet up here again next week and maybe do some more.”
Martin smiled, relieved, as it was what he wanted too, but hadn’t been sure if he should ask. “I’d like that, very much. Saturday night again?”
Rafael nodded “Yes, that works for me,” then sat up and reached for a box of tissues to clean them both up. After they were relatively clean, they slowly got dressed again. Martin wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but Rafael made it easier for him by pulling him in for a long hug and kiss before opening the door and leading him out. They headed through the bar together and out of the club to the sidewalk before saying good night and separating to each make their way home.