Marty and Jeannies' engagement party was great. Booze and balloons in the right amount and Wendy was kind enough to pay for their spendings at the restaurant where the party took place. All and all it was a great evening. Marty and Jeannie seemed to be beaming, Jeff was so proud of his best mate that he was beaming too.
The morning after, on the other hand, wasn't so wonderful. The fear of hangover was like a big pillow filled with sand over Jeffs' head that kept his head pinned to the bed. He was late for work, but he always was so Marty didn't mind, besides he was a bit late for work too, the groom-to-be always drinks more then the rest of the party people. The day wasn't such a big deal, another divorce case fell to their hands. Another bitter wife wanted them to spy over her husband. At least Mrs. Crisby was full of money to give them so that kept them from moaning about their boring routine. half the day flew by and was spent by sitting, reading the paper and playing video games. This time Jeff was the one playing about, Marty was very silent and very grave, he kept staring back and forth from Jeff. Jeff wondered about it for a while but then blamed it on some conclusions he must have come to after his engagement. The silence was finely broken by Marty quickly getting up and speaking, very gravely to Jeff. "Look Jeff, Jeannies' off with her friends over to some cafe, the house will be all ours, I have to talk to you about something very important. Come to my place at 11:00" Marty ended the speech with another grave look towards Jeff then left the office. Jeff followed him with his eyes almost hypnotized.

For all the rest of the day Jeffs' head was buzzing with thought of what might they be talking about. Marty might want to have a talk about tiny little details in the church that he'd want to surprise Jeannie with and will need his help in sorting out. But then again it could be worse then that. The moment Jeff thought of Marty getting married he remembered Martys' words about his father, Marty wanted to follow his footsteps and Jeff was now afraid he might do the very same. Marty could be thinking the same thing and might want to get the worries off his chest, have a talk or just ask for comfort. He might want to ask him for an arrangement made in case he'll die and leave Jeannie behind. Jeff fought long and hard to wipe his mind of such ideas, he didn't want his friend to get hurt. but why the late hour? Must be because Jeannies' leaving close to that hour. The thoughts didn't leave Jeffs' mind even when he was driving his car to Martys' house. 11:12, he was late and yet relatively early if you take his usual lateness in mind. Knocking on Martys' door for the third time, Jeff still hadn't got an answer, luckily he had the key to Martys' flat (incase something happens) Marty was definitely there. Walking into Martys' flat there was no sign of Marty anywhere, the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, all dark and Marty-less. His search was followed by a sneaky sound that crept and bypassed all the other sounds Jeff heard, he heard it all along but took it for granted. The quiet sound of water splashing in little waves hitting an object of some sort, softly crushing on it. a smell crept up to Jeff the more he got closer and closer to the bathroom. The door was open only to a crack, the rest of the apartment was pitch black but soft light was coming from the open crack, Jeff walked towards the soft line as if under a spell.
"Marty?" "Come on in Jeff", wishing he never did Jeff entered. The bathroom was dark, lit by candles places in various spots in the room, on the little shelf under the mirror, on the baths' edge and on the floor. Incense was in the air, making it erotic and heavy on Jeffs' lungs. He was taking deep gulps of air, perhaps to bring oxygen to his brain, which was struggling to understand what he saw. A dozen tall candles filled the room with light, casting flickering amber reflections in the walls, the shimmering surface of the bath water, the naked man, sitting in the tub. Jeff, frozen in the doorway, felt rather like a candle himself, in imminent danger of melting. His legs refused to help him escape and threatened to collapse. Martys' hair was slicked back, and water trickled down his torso in gleaming rivulets. He dipped one cupped hand into the tub, arched his back slightly, and poured another stream down his chest. Jeffs' mesmerized gaze tracked one fat drop as it traced a path down to come to a quivering stop at the tight peak of a nipple. "Come on in Jeff, the waters' just fine" Jeff exhaled loudly. "I've been thinking Jeff, I'm going to be a married man very soon. I might not have the chance for one last wilding out" Jeff had to remind himself to breath again. As if under deep hypnotic spell he moved his heavy legs closer to the bath until he stood near it's edge, from here he could see Martys' whole body with its' full erection. Looking back at Martys' eyes with the look of an abused puppy, Jeff convinced Marty to go on. "I've always wanted to do it with you Jeff, never gave it one long thought though. Now we have the whole evening. So….are you coming in or what?". Slowly, not really letting what he was doing sink into his mind, Jeff started taking off his clothes. Marty moved forward to lean his head on his arms and watch Jeff undress, he bit his lower lip as he did so. Hiding his privet part with his hands, Jeff stepped into the tub shyly, Martys' piercing blue eyes followed him as he sat down to stare at him frightened. "oh come on Jeff, don't tell me you never wanted to do it, now is the perfect time" purring softly, Marty sent his hand from Jeffs' knee and on to his crutch. He watched Jeffs' eyes widen with terror as he started massaging his partners' penis. He watched how the terror slowly turned into pleasure as the moves became faster and more effective. Suddenly Jeff jumped with alarm and removed Martys' hand from him. He turned his back on Marty and looked away, leaning on the edge of the tub. The next thing he felt was massage oil, also scented, purring down on his shoulders and Martys' hands, warm and heavy, smearing it on the rest of his back and a little lower under the water. The massage was great, Marty was very good in those things but he usually saved it to his lasses. Slowly the hands moved forward to wrap around his chest and caress it. Jeff was now more relaxed, he could feel Marty was no longer just creatively randy but also caring. Marty leaned against Jeffs' body and started nibbling on his ear then lower to draw winding patterns from the ear down to the base of his neck. The incense had made Jeffs' head dizzy, the soft touch of Martys' tongue made him shudder. Jeff turned his head to Marty and their lips met. Martys' lips were wet and his mouth had a faint taste of vodka, Jeff wished he drank some too. Jeff felt Martys' body heat against his back and one well expected source of heat between his buttocks. Marty was slowly driving into him, he somehow managed to get some of that oil to act as a lubricator but most of it was gone with the water, Jeff could still feel the pain of the penetration. Marty soothed him by returning to his ear and finely, when he was all inside, by grabbing Jeffs' penis and slowly working it. Martys' thrusts made the water splash stronger against the edges of the tub, some water splashed from the tub down on the floor and extinguished some of the candles on the floor. Jeff was clinging to the tubs' sides and groaned with both pleasure and amazement. As orgasm took him, Marty moved his head from besides Jeffs' to the back of his head, he kissed the back of his neck gasping and whimpering.
The next hour was mostly spent in cleaning the mess in total silence. Jeff was escorted to the door, he turned to face Marty, they looked at each other for a few awkward moments then smiled politely to each other. Jeff walked off from the door and heard Marty saying "See you tomorrow, and try not to be late!"