Martin Saint

 

6.

It had taken more than a few paper towels to get decent again. Felix had washed himself from head to toe at the small sink in the bathroom, while Martin cleaned his desk and chair. As Felix dressed up, Martin took his turn at the sink, and later dressed up casually with a spare top instead of his shirt and tie. They looked tired and pleased, but no longer like they just had sex. Felix couldn’t resist to pull the man in for another deep kiss before they finally left the office. He felt strange, but he wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable with it.

There were still people in the building, like the security and the cleaners. They both wished them a good weekend, politely and seemingly unruffled. Outside, they determinedly walked to the shopping centre, to find a nice terrace where they could have a drink and a snack. They sat at a table in the last rays of the sun, chairs pulled close against each other so they could talk without raising their voices. Felix only had eyes for Martin. He didn’t even scan the café or terrace for people he knew.

Martin couldn’t be bothered to look around either. He ordered two pints of beer and a plate of snacks, making himself comfortable. His hand closed around Felix’ on the armrest of his chair, and he leaned against him as he looked at him from close by. Before they knew it, their lips met in a brief, loving kiss. They didn’t talk until the beer was delivered.

“Cheers, love,” Martin said with a wink, raising his glass.

Felix squeezed Martin’s hand, touching the glass with his own. “Cheers.” He liked the ‘love’ part. Again, their lips met, but then they focused on their drinks for a while. Felix sighed contently. “Wow, you dehydrated me,” he chuckled softly.

“I know how you feel,” Martin laughed, looking at the scarce remainders of his beer. “I believe I should order another round.”

“You have to drive, though.”

“Yes, I know... But the evening is still young, so I guess one more won’t hurt. Waiter!”

The waiter laughed as he got the order. When he brought the fresh pints, he still grinned. “Take it slow, gentlemen... I’m obliged to inform you about the risk of drinking and driving.”

“I hear you, but I can be tipsy on the train,” Martin said. “I don’t have to take my car.”

When the waiter had gone, Felix looked at his bigger friend. “There are no train stations where you live,” he remarked. He knew for sure, because he had checked it just in case he wanted to visit the house.

“Hm. No, that’s right.” Thoughtfully, Martin looked at his pint. “I could crash at your place and go home with my car tomorrow, though.”

Felix’ grin couldn’t possibly be any wider. “Would you like that? I wouldn’t mind... I would love to be with you for a night.”

“Good...” The Saint smiled, leaning closer again. “Let’s make it a party, then. Now I can relax and enjoy myself. Give me a kiss, baby... A real one. I don’t care who sees it, I want to taste your tongue.”

“Oh, my, gods. Saint!” A female voice interrupted the passionate moment, but she sounded admiringly rather than shocked, so either Felix nor Martin jerked back. They slowly finished the kiss, and finally looked up. A woman, about Martin’s age, dressed in a immaculate suit, looked down on them. She had short, styled and unnatural red hair, wore little make-up except for bright red lipstick, and she grinned broadly. Her green eyes were gleaming. “You have something to explain to me, young man,” she continued in mock seriousness. “I already heard the rumours, but I didn’t believe they were true until now.”

“Hello, Ellen,” Martin smiled. “Felix, this is Ellen Ludwig. Ellen, I’m pleased to introduce Felix. The rumours are true. Take a seat...”

“Oh, I will... Carey! Come sit here...” Ellen sat down, patting the seat next to her. Another women, young and blond like Felix, sat down. “And this is Carin, my wife.” They shook hands, politely nodding and curiously looking at each other. “Carey, Felix is an agent at the customer service department. I told you I couldn’t believe it was true!”

“But it is true after all,” Carin grinned. She looked boyish with her short hair and her outfit; completely different than Ellen. Felix instantly took a shine to her, but he also liked the female manager.

“Martin Saint,” Ellen said again, wagging a finger at him. “You shouldn’t date an employee, should you? Such bad etiquette. The whole office is buzzing with gossip about how you are seeing an agent in private, and how you contact him during working hours. You even told that ass-- I mean Muller off on the middle of the floor, in front of all the agents. I should teach you how to be discrete!”

“Discretion my butt,” Martin muttered. “We were careful, but Muller couldn’t keep his nose out of our business. He practically forced me to act the way I did. He was making Felix’ life miserable from the start; I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Muller is an idiot,” Ellen nodded. “Even my division knows about him and his antics. Enough about him. Felix... You are the cutest guy, aren’t you! How did you manage to catch the Saint?”

“I had a sore back,” Felix said with a faint smirk. The women looked at him with blank faces. “I had a silly accident, and a nerve got stuck or something. Martin heard about in the elevator. He offered to massage me. It worked like a charm.”

“A massage?” Ellen asked, blinking confused. “That’s all?”

“Not a massage like I gave you and Carin at the gym,” Martin said pleased, running his hand along Felix’ thigh. “A different one. I didn’t want to do anything else, but... I couldn’t resist what got offered.”

Both women laughed aloud. “Not playing hard to get then, Felix?” Carin chuckled. “Typical. Sex first and love later. We did it the other way around, and it took much more time.”

“I should have given it more time as well,” Felix shrugged, “but I couldn’t stand the idea someone else would beat me to it. Just look at him, Carin. Isn’t he the most gorgeous muscle-daddy you ever saw?”

“Probably,” the girl laughed. “I never gave it much thought, to tell you the truth. Were you afraid you would miss the boat if you didn’t jump on it immediately? Is that really how it works, with men?”

Again, Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted to have him, even if it was for just one time.”

Ellen grinned. “But it’s not for just one time, is it? I saw that kiss, sweetie. That wasn’t just lust. You had him, and now you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, but we’ll see how things work out. So how did you two meet? Exchanging glances, just like we did?”

“She didn’t even notice me for several months,” Ellen said cheerfully. “I loved her immediately, though. I did my very best to get noticed, and it finally worked at one of the company parties. We dated a few times before she even kissed me, though.”

Felix was impressed. He had little experience with other guys, but it never took that long to kiss and end up in bed. He looked at Carin. “Weren’t you afraid she would give up and try to be with someone else?”

“No, why?” the girl laughed. “If she had, then I would’ve known for sure we weren’t meant to be together. Let me put it the other way around, Felix... Aren’t you afraid the Saint gets bored with you, and try to be with someone else?”

Felix blinked. He turned his head to Martin, looking at his mature, beautiful face, and back to Carin. “No... Because I have a lot more to give to him. I guess you could say we showed our cards to each other, to prove the game will be great and long lasting if we play it right.”

Carin chuckled. “What game is still fun after seeing the cards? But I know what you mean, Felix. I do hope you’ll play for years to come. Ellen likes to throw these parties and I’ve always wished she had a couple of guys I can talk with as well. Say... Do you like to work out? Or karting? Ellen never wants to pump iron or race against me, you know. She’s a lady.”

Ellen sputtered as the men laughed at that. “I would be honoured to race against you,” Felix said.

“Ha! That feeling of honour will change very soon. How about next weekend?”

"You’re on,” Felix nodded with a fake frown.

“Great! Let’s have another beer and more snacks. I feel we have something to celebrate, today. Waiter!”