REUNION   by Meirav Rath


So this is how the story went so far:
On one boring night Jeff stumbled into a bar. Of all the bars in London he had to stumble into Martys'. Marty was a Bartender at that bar and the moment they sat eyes on each other they recognized the best friend they used to have way back when they were teenagers. But they didn't let the years build a wall between them, and if it did, they have surely broken it. for month they have been seeing each other for getting drunk sessions and had the greatest fun they could. Slowly they've spent so much time together they thought it wouldn't be worth bothering to come over and Jeff had moved to Martys' rented apartment. Jeff didn't really move in, he's just been dragged there drunk so many time he thought it would be better if he'd just move his stuff over. Then Marty rented an office in the Cop House. He then convinced Jeff to join him and form a privet detective agency, Randal & Hopkirk. They have been at this privet detective business for quit some time now. The story continues on a very cold night, a rainy cold night. The kind that makes close down in dens of many kinds….

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the storm had begun hours ago and it seemed to Marty, who had just been woken by a roaring thunder for the god knows what time. His arms were around Jeff. He didn't meant it to happen but lately it has been happening a lot. Since they've both been skid broke and the only other bed in the house was of Martys' constantly stoned room mate the only bed left was for them both to use. At first it was OK and winter was in it's mightiest so both were wearing pajamas so no embarrassment was to happen at the "sleep in the same bed" section. Besides, they both entrenched their side of the bed. But times came when they'd wake up in the morning with one arm across the others' body. That wasn't the end of it as Jeff turned out to be a hugable little thing and Marty a hugging one; Jeff would want to go to the loo in the middle of the night and had to wake up Marty to let go of him and Marty held him very firm. Soon they'd develop all sorts of positions in their sleep: Jeff would use Martys' chest as a pillow and Marty on the other hand would have his arm across Jeffs' back and down to his waist , things like that. Coming to think of it Jeff loved the fabric of Martys' pajamas shirts…
The storm wasn't that bad but it was freezing cold. Marty wanted to take that as the reason for his and Jeffs' nocturnal snuggling fixation, they tried to keep warm by feeding on each others' body heat……but he had his doubts. They were spooning again, that always was their favorite position. Even if embarrassed to the bone Marty still didn't let go of Jeff, his body was so warm and his bodily hair was soft. That was something else that troubled Marty deeply, Jeffs' chest hair in particular. He could feel Jeffs' chest hair on the tips of his left hands' fingers, they were right at the end of the opening of Jeffs' pajama shirt and they lured him in. the tiny hairs were fun to toy with and Martys' fingers acted as if under hypnosis to seek for more of them, he did until he found himself with all his hand in Jeffs' shirt. He didn't notice it but he had opened the pajamas' top bottoms and he was no longer feeling out Jeffs' chest hair but Jeffs' chest. Another roaring thunder rumbled in the sky, it didn't disturb Jeffs' sleep one tiny bit, Marty was sure that if Jeff can sleep through something as disturbing as THOSE thunders then he won't notice Marty feeling him out. He was wrong. "what are you doing Marty?" Jeffs' mind was working overtime over these last few weeks' nights cuddling. He was wondering the same things and was getting to the same conclusions as Marty did when he started feeling his chest out. Only that Jeff was getting to those conclusions way ahead of Marty.
Knowing that of himself made Jeff a bit shy and silly around Marty but he always did and they were both into this privet detective business and were not bothered in this too much. Jeff would sit in the office watching Marty playing his stupid video games and wonder what the hell he can find in this childish man and why the hell must it be a childish MAN and why the hell THIS childish man. Now that wretched wretched man was feeling him out!!! What else could he say?!
Marty mumbled and stumbled for some seconds then just gave up and laid backwards, surrendering to awkwardness, he was depressed. Jeff turned to him and lay on his side. For some seconds he looked at Marty trying to get some courage. Marty covered his face with his hand as panic spread, here goes his detective agency, here goes his dream of following his fathers' footsteps somehow, here goes all. He sank into disappear as if it was some sort of a pit. he kept sinking deep and deeper until he felt Jeffs' hand, it was sort of feeling out his chest, in a sort of shy and nervous way. Jeffs' hand was wet, he was so nervous his hands were sweating and that only happened to him in tests. Marty removed his hand from his face and looked at Jeff surprised, Jeff returned the look with a little shy smile, Marty smiled back and drew closer to Jeff. They came face to face and looked at each others' eyes for a little while before finely kissing. They both found the other had surprisingly soft lips, perhaps they thought a mans' lips would-should be rough. For some time they've mainly tasted each others' lips until Jeff opened his mouth and lead Martys' tongue in. the feeling was exciting to Jeff as he felt Martys' hot tongue in his mouth, it sent tingles into his body. Martys' heart started beating faster and faster, he was more exciting then a turn on to Marty, maybe it was the lack of sex he had lately or maybe just that feeling of a warm, lustful body against his in the middle of a cold night. And Jeff WAS lustful, he wrapped himself around Marty and rolled so that Marty would be on top of him, he kissed Marty with ever growing passion, and he was very obviously hard. Marty was hard too, but it wasn't all passion, it disturbed him how what made him kiss Jeffs' ears and neck just to hear him moan and breath heavily was no as much as to "melt him down" as it is usually. Marty was bending above Jeff, who laid very much "melted". Being taller then Jeff eased Marty with what he was doing; he ran his tongue on Jeffs' upper chest and nipples while massaging his crutch. At first Martys' hand ran on Jeffs' penis and then it moved lower and sidewise as his fingers massaged the inner side of Jeffs' cheeks and hips. Jeff was trying to keep quiet but it was all too good for him, he never expected anything that good from a man (a one himself you could say Jeff was a one-to-three-minutes man) and Marty of all people. Marty was again face to face with Jeff, they kissed and Marty was slowly and very cautiously penetrating Jeff. he knew very well what he was doing and he made sure Jeff wouldn't feel nothing too bad, not that Jeff did at all. The whole situation finely hit Jeff and the progress of things just made his system go amazingly numb. Sensation jumped right back to action as what Martys' been doing inside him hit Jeff with a wave of pleasure. Marty wasn't moving to fast, he loved that sensation of Jeffs' insides against the skin of his own penis, he couldn't see his own face but he looked something between sleepy and hypnotized. He looked so sweet and beautiful, Jeff never noticed how beautiful Marty really was, but he was. "Oh Marty, you're beautiful" Jeff moaned and made Marty grab his manhood and started working it faster and faster as Martys' own thrusts became faster. Jeff was repeating Martys' name all through orgasm while Marty was a tad more to the religious side.
Marty still hadn't drawn himself out of Jeff as he stayed in the position he was during their love making, he was returning his breath to its' normal pace and tried thinking for a while. To Jeff it looked horrible, Marty was clearly thinking and Jeff was terrified that it might be "what the hell am I doing?!" that his thinking of. But Marty was wondering not what the hell was he doing but what the hell made him do it like that. Obviously he was feeling more then just lust, there on top of Jeff, but something extra the very same extra thing that made his run his fingers in Jeffs' chest hair and start this thing in the first place. Could he have feelings for Jeff? Well who wouldn't Jeff was such a kind spirit; he wouldn't harm a fly and he was always so caring and happy and sweet, and cute and cuddly. Marty was smiling while thinking those last words, he took a load off of Jeffs' heart so he smiled back. Marty lay on top of Jeff again and they were kissing, just like before. Jeff didn't know it yet but he was coming down with a cold and all he could feel of it for now was a slight weakness that added up with the sort of relaxation that comes after the rush of orgasm and made him very sleepy. He turned around for that good old spooning position. He finely fell asleep only after the comforting feeling of Martys' arms wrapping around him.
Marty stayed up for half an hour after Jeffs' falling asleep. He thought long and hard of this and came to no conclusion. He was generally confused and he didn't like it. he never let anyone get that close to him as he did with Jeff yet Jeff was always an exception. Still, Jeff was Jeff…..oh what would he do with himself?!. Thunders stopped their tumbling around the sky and now it only rained. The sound of the drops hitting the walls, the ceiling and the windows around them made Marty happy he's snuggled up safe in bed. His good old duvet was working its' charms again, surrounding their body with warmth. Marty sank into its' warmth and Jeffs' body and fell asleep.