Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 09:44:03 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 14: Watching and Learning How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 14: Watching and Learning Tim woke up to the telephone shrieking in his ear. It took him a second to get his bearings; he had slept so soundly that he was barely awake when he picked up the receiver? "Hello?", he mumbled. He heard strange sounds on the other end. French. That's right he was in Paris. Martin gently swiveled the mouthpiece towards his own mouth. "Merci, monsieur. Bon jour. Just a wake up call", he said to Tim. Martin. He had spent the night in Martin's embrace. Remembering that put Tim in good spirits despite not being a morning person. He let the warmth of Martin's body heat wash over him. He was still snuggled against him, and he turned to look at his boss who had taken such good care of him. Martin was smiling down at him. Even in the morning, he looked beautiful. He jet black hair was crazy and frizzed in every direction, but his eyes were so kind and caring. Tim immediately smiled back. "You sleep OK, Timothy?", he asked softly, almost afraid to disturb the morning peace. "I slept great. Thanks to you." Martin had also slept well. A few times he woke up to see Tim next to him peacefully asleep, trusting him, close to him. It made him very happy. Knowing that Tim was gay gave Martin hope, too. Maybe he could date someone who worked for him... someone 16 years younger... was it really a crazy idea? And what was with that line "I really like you" that Tim uttered in the heat of the moment? Still, even if there was a chance to be with Tim, Martin knew he had to be smart. Not only was it a little unorthodox and a workplace violation, but he knew Tim was in a vulnerable position and deserved and needed respect and trust. So as much as Martin wanted to pull Tim onto himself and kiss him, feel him, touch him, he knew it was better to make a clean break and try again at a later moment. "Good. I'm going to run to the gym for a bit, but you feel free to stay here and sleep and when I get back we can get ready to go to the airport. Sound good?" "Sounds good to me. I will take you up on staying here. Too comfortable to move", Tim responded, stretching his arms and legs. Martin got up and as he walked past the foot of the bed, Tim could see he had a beautiful morning hard on that he tried to discreetly cover. His tank top and boxers had twisted during the night, and Tim could see a little more flesh this morning, higher up Martin's thigh and further down his chest. Tim pretended he didn't notice, but he tucked those images away for later use. He heard Martin brush his teeth and empty his bladder. There was something romantic about it- like he had been intimate with someone who was still here, who was not afraid to make the sounds of morning. Like he had a lover. Tim rolled over in bed, thinking these things when he got an even better surprise. Martin was naked. He wasn't trying to be seen, and Tim felt uneasy watching. But the multiple mirrors in the bedroom caught an odd angle of the full length mirror in the bathroom, and laying in bed Tim could see Martin from behind. Tim didn't know what to do... violate his privacy and watch, or turn away and miss a perfect show? He wanted to look away, Martin deserved better and Tim knew it, but he couldn't take his eyes off that perfect body. Those square shoulders, the perfect tapper of his lats down to his hips. The solid arms that naturally pushed off against the sides of this chest. He stared at the scoop of Martin's back, remembering where he got to touch him when he put on Martin's cumber bun. And that ass. That perfect, tight ass. Firm cheeks pressed together by well sculpted muscle, a light dusting of fine black hairs up the crack, two massive thighs that created a sexy little opening between his legs and under his balls. Martin moved in total confidence, unaware he was being observed. Tim watched him splash water on his face and run a comb through his hair. It got better, as Martin bent over, just enough so Tim could see the shadow of the tip of his cock and his deep hanging ball sack, and Martin stood up adjusting a jock for his workout. The white bands perfectly outlined Martin's ass, like a privileged frame that demarks a Titian nude masterpiece. Martin's ass bound by the lucky straps of a jock... Tim would remember that scene forever like seeing the sunrise for the first time. Nature was beautiful. Martin put on a sleeveless shirt and shorts, and when he turned to come back in the bedroom, Tim closed his eyes like he was asleep. Once he felt Martin in the room, he pretended to roll over and see him sitting on a chair putting on his socks and tennis shoes. Martin looked at him and smiled. "Lazy bum", he joked. "Enjoy your rest and I'll be back in about an hour." "See ya", Tim replied. He waited to hear the door click, then threw back the covers where his hard on was in pain. He had just seen a great sex show, and his blood was flowing to his cock at 10x normal speed. He rolled around on the bed, ripping off his tee shirt and boxers, feeling what remained of Martin's body heat in the bed. Tim could sense him still there, his musk, his manliness, still absorbed into the linens. He took Martin's pillow and put it over his face and breathed deep. It reeked of Martin, and made Tim excited. He wrapped his arm over that pillow and pushed it down hard into his face. He wanted Martin all over him, in his nose, in his mouth, on all his sense. He opened his mouth hoping to taste some of his dried sweat or saliva, anything that would make Martin be in him. Fuck how he wanted Martin inside of him! While he made out with the pillow over his head, his other hand was frantically jerking his throbbing cock. He didn't last long, as he remembered Martin's fine hairy ass in that jock and how he wanted to put his tongue down inside... "AH...ahahhhh....AAHHAHAH. FUUUUUUCKKK. HA HAH AHAHHAH HHA HA HAHA!!!!", he laughed as he shot, feeling the cum pour over his chest and down his fingers, giggling like a naughty boy as he realized how wrong (but still lucky) it was to stare at Martin's naked body. His dick throbbed from such stimulation, a hard on of full power, and Tim chuckled as he squeezed out the last drops of cum. "Fuck. You are so hot Martin. Gooooood daaaaamnnnnn. I would let you do things to me... woosh!", he said exaggerating out loud, laughing to himself. What a scene... laying on Martin's bed with his boss' pillow over his face and cum splattered all over his stomach and chest. Finally he pulled the Martin pillow off his head. He had to go clean up before Martin got back. But Martin had come back. Tim's smile vanished and he sat up covering his privates with his hand. Martin was standing right at the foot of the bed. Tim wanted to run, he wanted to crawl under the blankets. There he was covered in cum talking about his boss, making out with a fucking pillow for Christsake and his boss had seen the whole thing? His heart started to pound. Surely now he was getting fired. This was too much. He was really dead now. "I came back for my ipod", Martin said, holding up the device as proof for Tim. "That was... quite the show." Martin grinned. Then his grin turned into a laugh, and Tim saw his bright blue eyes full of life and fun. "Mr. B, I'm sorry, I just... you, you didn't hear anything did you?" Tim asked. "Yeah Tim I heard", Martin said. He paused, and they locked eyes for a second, Martin deep in thought and Tim afraid of what he was thinking. Finally Martin broke the silence. "Know what? Fuck it. Stay there". With that Martin kicked off his shoes and tore off his socks. He pulled off his shirt, his shorts and his jock, and stood before Tim naked again, but this time inviting Tim to watch. His cock was fully erect, and had the first glistening drops of precum on the slit. Tim couldn't believe his eyes. Martin continued. "This will make us even." He sat down on the bed next to Tim ran his right hand across Tim's chest scooping up his cum and rubbing it on his own cock, started jerk. Tim watched while he kneaded his cock, working the knuckles around the shaft as his cum turned stringy and foamy. A second time he reached over and grabbed more of Tim's cum then continued on his own cock. His naked legs rubbed against Tim's legs and Tim could feel Martin's jerking hand bounce up and down against his side and shake the bed. Martin's breathing turned deep and rhythmic. But Tim focused on that cock, that perfect, thick cock being aroused by the luckiest hand in the world. Tim imagined that cock in his own hand, making Martin feel good. Then in his mouth, tasting every drop of the leaking precum. He wanted it in his ass, something he had never done and wanted to be special. He would let Martin do it. He wanted Martin to do it. That cum coated cock deep inside him... Tim couldn't believe it, he was hard again. He reached out and grabbed his own cock and started jerking again watching Martin begin to twitch and tremble as the pressure built up inside him. Tim was so excited he was ready to cum again in just seconds. He let out a little whimper and moan. Martin grabbed Timothy like he weighed nothing, pulled him between his own legs, Tim kneeling before him on the bed face to face. "Shoot on me. Shoot all over my cock", he commanded, his eyes piercing into Tim's gaze. Tim obeyed and immediately spurted off a few shots of warm cum on Martin's frantically jerking hand and cock. It was a small load, but the orgasm was intense and powerful. Martin exhaled as he felt the warm cum land on his own hand and cock. "Yeah. Like that", he whispered to Tim, smiling, almost thanking him for the warm, fresh lube. He put his left arm around Tim's waist, drew him in closer so that the tip of his cock was touching Tim's stomach. Holding him in position Martin fired his load on Tim. "AH...yeah...YEAH. UGHHHH...", Martin even came like a man, he grunted deep and guttural, as several thick load shot onto Tim and began running down his pelvis and dripping onto the bed. Martin's hand jerked in swift, hard motions. He never broke eye contact with Tim while he shot, and Tim's heart leaped when he saw the expression in Martin's eyes while he shot, thrilled he got to see such intimate faces. When he was done, Martin lay back and pulled Tim down to lay on top of him, putting his cum coated hand on Tim's ass, rubbing up and down his thighs. Tim could feel their cocks touching, sandwiched between their abdomens, as streams of cum oozed out between their bodies. Martin was a rock, a solid, powerful muscle and Tim felt proud and lucky to rest his head on that chest. A calmness, a naturalness of this position and this posture rushed over him, over Martin too. Their spirits perfectly meshed and intertwined, and Tim didn't want to move for fear of breaking the spell of harmony that currently united them. Martin's sticky hand continued to rub up and down Tim's leg, ass and lower back, softly rubbing his small frame, channeling strength, comfort and acceptance with each stroke. Tim felt around for Martin's other hand, found it, and when Martin felt the touch, his fingers opened, inviting Tim's fingers into the lock, and closed over them, a gesture for Tim that was more intimate than anything else that happened between them. They lay there together for almost 10 minutes, feeling each other, breathing together, intimately embraced with no need to speak. Martin was the first to move a little, causing Tim to raise his head and look at him. Martin had a tender smile and a gentleness in his eyes as he looked at Tim. "What am I going to do with you?" he said with a little laugh. "We should clean up." Martin walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Tim admired just how messy both their bodies were, cocks semi hard, still oozing a little cum, with long strands of sticky up and down their bodies, smeared into chest hair and pubic hair. Tim stood there still shocked and amazed at what had transpired between them. "You coming or do I have to shower alone?" Martin called out to him. Tim broke into a huge grin and jogged to the bathroom jumping into the shower with him. They didn't touch each other, but they did share the bar of soap and took turns under the nozzle. They were completely comfortable showering together, naked, wet, exposed, like they did this every day. After the intimacy of last night's open conversation, their sleeping together, and then sharing masturbation, showering together just seemed right. Tim really wanted to reach out and touch Martin, to feel his body again, most of all to kiss him. But Martin didn't initiate, and Tim wondered if what happened was a one time deal, or if it meant something about them. Was Martin inviting him to wash away what happened? They left Paris that morning taking an 11am flight back to DC. On the plane, Martin thought about the trip. He found out his body guy was being blackmailed, that the President's top adviser was after him, and that he needed to resolve this. Soon. "On the other hand", the thought to himself. "Tim cares about me. And I did get to share personal secrets with someone I like and trust. And jerking off with someone I love is better than jerking it alone." Martin was surprised he thought that. "Did I just call Tim someone I love?". That realization made his heart skip. It was professionally and ethically a violation of several workplace rules. Loving Tim could be a very messy thing. He made a plan: first deal with George Rollins. Martin wrote a draft email to Agents Forrester and McGuire that he would send when the plane landed. Subject line: "Need your help." Body: "Guys- Something has come up and I need your help to resolve it. Can you come over and we can talk about it? -Martin". Their training and experience could help him with George Rollins. Then he would fire Tim.