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Keep me warm	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Keep me warm
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Keep me warm
The snow fell much heavier. There was no way they would get to Kiel this rate.

The bus’s engine clunked as the band where finally drifting off to sleep, the cold hitting the core of their bodies that was preventing any. Stiff like Lollies on a stick. All they could do was huddle in their bunks with icicles hanging from their noses.

“Fuck! Y’d think they would have fixed the heating before we hit The North Pole,” Alan groaned with his arms tightly folded over his shivering frame, and buried deep in the blankets.
“Don’t exaggerate Alan we are miles from the North ...fffff… Pole,” Dave chattered muffling under his own covers.

“Jju-ssuttt a figure of s..Speech, idiot!”

“This is taking the piss!” Martin then yelled as he turned, feeling the chill of the air hit his face as he moved. “I can’t function in this cold.”

Andrew seemed to be ok though. He was snoring his head off below Martin’s bunk, which annoyed him so much that he hung down like a bat and swatted him hard with his furry hat. The redhead grumbled then appeared with a look of daggers.

“Why did you do that?” he growled, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he sat up and glared at the beaming face of his friend.

“Cos we can’t sleep, and you are grunting like a pig,” Dave muttered again.

Suddenly the bus started to make a low groan, like it was struggling to move before Fletch could even retort back.

Happens that even for a tank like that! It was still unable to move through the inches of the giant flakes that gathered like a barrier on the road.

“Shit!” Alan cussed as he jumped down and made his way to the front.

“Wow look at that!” Martin now leaped down fully covering his body in the blankets, and then wiped the condensation from the window.

It was surreal to the eye, the whole landscape pure white, covering every tree, bush and grass in every inch of snow.

“Where the hell are we?”

“Wonderland!” Martin shrieked as the child inside came out at the sight.

“Yeah and in the middle of it, nowhere,” Andrew added, trying to move as close to the two as they huddled by the window to gather back the heat.

“No really where the fuck are we?”

“Near … Rumohr,” Alan interrupted as he walked back in. His face pale, lips almost blue.

The three turned and looked at him then laughed.

“You look like death mate,” Dave chirped. “I think your Gel had actually set there Al, like an ice sculpture.”

“Ice king being an apt word,” Martin grumbled.

“Yeah cheers.”

“So what does that mean?” Martin asked as he leaned in close him as he joined them in the booth.

“Do you want the Good news or the bad news?”

“Good!” all three said in one go.

“Well we not that far from our destination.”

“Bad…”

“Um we have broke own and in a middle of no-where but the driver said there was a motel about Two hundred yards away, which is pretty damn lucky since it’s like a freezer in here.”

“Yeah and like fish fingers on a box,” Dave giggled earning a rather obscure look from the rest of his band mates.

“It’s cramped right? And I think we had better get to that lovely warm hotel room with comfortable beds.”

“Yeah good idea,” Andrew jumped up just as Daniel entered the dorm.

“Right Bastards! Seemed we have a problem with the Bus, and also it’s really bad out there so wrap up and gather your things, we will get you in the Motel as quick as we can.”

“Problem with the bus? Understatement of the year Dan! we are freezing our balls off here.”

“Yes I know Dave, but we are hoping to get it al sorted tomorrow. But right now we can’t move an inch so all we can do is get a room and stay comfortable, warm until it’s all fixed.”
They all sighed and put on their jackets, scarfs and anything that would protect them from the bitter ice outside.

The crew helped with the luggage, whilst Kessler and Daniel hurried as fast as he could, wading through about ten inches or so to the motel to get the rooms before they were full.
Once inside the boys shook the flakes from their clothes and waited instruction. It was lovely to move into somewhere warm, cosy. It wasn’t the most attractive of places but at least it was warmer than the bus. Sitting back in the soft sofa, Dave smiled as the cushions swallowed his back.

His eyes loomed to Alan who was frowning at some commotion that was going on at the desk.

“Looking a prettier colour there now Al,” He quipped. “Argh wonder if there’s any chance of a hot chocolate.” He now scanned around for any staff he could pull and ask.

“Would die for a cup...” He stopped and realized no-one was paying attention to him and that they were looking over to the desk, worry printed on their faces as Kess was arguing with the receptionist.

“Ah yeah Dave, I will just bloody well talk to myself then,” He sulked and crossed his legs.

“Shh, we must have an issue here” Alan waved him down.

“Fuck! Don’t tell me they have ‘no room at the inn’?”

Finally Jonathon came over; his face looked as if he was predicting a massive conflict.

“Ohhhhh” Fletch hums.

“Ok guys we might have a tiny problem here,” John winces. He knew how cold it was on the bus, travelling half way across the content when the heater clapped out. How stressful it was with that last schedule and equipment breaking down. He only hoped it would get better, although it was minor he knew that patience’s were already tried.

“Full I bet you? With this weather I’m not surprised,” Alan clipped in with his lips folded tight.

“Err no we have the rooms ok, but one short which mean some-one has got to share.”

“Ah that’s alright they would be twins right?” Dave was rather cheerful for someone who was stuck on a cold bus for hours.

“Err well that’s the problem.”

Dave’s face fell, so did Alan’s and Andrew just huffed and sparked up a cigarette.

Martin was gone from his chair as the three looked at each other.

“Bar” they all looked around and sure enough Martin was there ordering a drink.

“Martin c’mon we haven’t even got within five minutes! Have a day off will ya,” Dave shouted.

The blonde man rolled his eyes and slipped from the stool, cancelling his drink in the native language and plodded back to the small foyer.

“What you telling us John we have to share a double room?” Alan continued and Martin frowned as he had missed the first part of the conversation.

“Only two of you have too. Look guys it’s only for one night and I did ask if they had a spare bed, like a fold out and they said no. this is a very small motel with minimum requirements.”

“Great!” Dave folded his arms. “Well I ain’t sharing I need my sleep and for sure the snoring cavalier over there will NOT be with me, plus he farts.”

“No I fucking don’t Gahan!” Andrew argued with an insulted look on his face.

Martin barked out a laugh and then they turn to him.

“And him! He make’s weird noises and shuffles a lot.”

“I don’t” Martin’s mood dampened at this accusation.

“Guys you share a bus, almost on top of each other what difference will it make huh?”

“A lot when you want a good night sleep,” Alan added.

“Yeah you know how hard it is sleeping with this lot? A nightmare I tell ya,”

“Love you too Dave,” Martin pouted.

“Ok I can’t see this would cause a riot, but you a re grown men, can’t you compromise just for one night?” Daniel came over with the keys and stood with his school teacher look.

“Nope!” Dave dug in his heels.

Dan huffed and wiped his face. What could he do but not control a bunch of mid twenty year olds? They acted like children but as always he had to defuse the situation which Alan was very good at doing, but right now he was being as stubborn as the rest.

“Ok if it has to resort in drawing straws then that is what we will have to do.” He thumbed Daryl to get some from the bar and have one cut in half.

“Fuck sake!” Dave moaned. Martin just sat back and really didn’t care unless he had a beer inside him.

“Come on lads, it’s only one night, and Jon is right! What difference would it make as we could be on a freezing cold bus for the night when we could be warm?” Alan was now too tired to argue.

“At last the voice of reason and not a minute too soon Charlie” Dan patted his shoulder relived that they had stopped complaining as soon as some hot drinks had arrived, complements of the Motel through this little hiccup.
“Ahhhh,” Dave sipped the hot chocolate that seemed to have lightened his mood a little.

“Martin was happy with his coffee for the moment, but the bar was calling him. Maybe he could have a drink once this was sorted out?

Daryl came back wit the straws and was told to hand then to Jonathon in case he cheated.

They were jumbled about and the band picked one. First was Andrew, who really couldn’t care anymore. He got a long one, but still grinned and rattled in a giggle as he was clear.

“Hot bath for me,” He grinned.

Next was Dave, but he too got what he had wished, a whole bed to himself.

The other guys picked as in order and only Martin, Daryl and Alan were left.

“Ah shit!” Alan groaned as he picked the short straw.

“Tough luck Charlie,” Dave jumped and chucked in his chair.

“Oh well looks like it’s me and you Al,” Martin playfully winked that made the keyboardist uncomfortably shift in his chair as he showed him the second short straw.

“Watch out Al! He will be stealing the covers from the bed,” Dave chuckled.

“And how would you know David?” Alan quirked a queried eyebrow.

“I heard from his girlfriend,” Dave’s cheeks flushed.

“Been telling you all our bed habits has she?” Martin grinned but unaware what Dave was getting at.

“Awkward!” Andy breathed as he sipped his drink.

“Nah be alright won’t it Alan!” Martin wrapped his arm around him as he would do in a playful manner, not meaning anything by it. Just like brothers, a banter and laugh.

Alan moved and adjusted himself; his cheeks a shade of pink then excused himself to the public bathroom.

“Go easy on him Mart!”

“Sturrup Dave, I don’t shag anything that moves, and that includes Al,” He made a beeline for the bar, he needed a drink badly.

Their luggage had been taken up to the rooms as they all arrived there about an hour later. A good stiff drink to warm the cockles and enough to enhance a good night sleep.

Martin had been warned not to get too drunk so he stuck with a few and made his way to the room with Alan in tow, feeling more than awkward right now as he had no idea how he would handle this. He and Martin weren’t great communicators at the best of times, so hoped they would just go to bed and stay as far away as each other as they could, in this double bed that came into sight as soon as they entered.

Funny enough Martin stood and looked at it for a moment, his face told Alan that he wasn’t the only one feeling strange about this, and this was Martin!

Still if he was drunker then he was he probably would just pass it over his head. Or just pass out full stop.

Both stopped stared then Alan cleared his throat and put his bag on the floor, then acted like he was busying himself just so he didn’t have to stand there like a dick.

“Wanna shower?” Martin asked. Alan turned quickly to see Martin biting his lip.

“I mean do you want to shower first?”

“Err yeah great thanks.”

This was very strange indeed, it was like they were almost strangers, not someone he had spend a good few years in the studio or on tour together, let alone cramped on the bus.

As Alan shut the bathroom door behind him, Martin sighed out covered his eyes and plonked down on the bed.

In all the years he realized he never really had a one to one encounter with him; perhaps only at work but professionally exchanging thoughts and methods, but not like this, not sleep with him in the same bed or in the same space of this small but adequate room.

He soon felt very shy, and decided just to slip into bed with his shirt and a pair of PJ bottoms he had packed due to the cold forecast of the tour.

Alan came out of the bathroom, with the steam that followed him in. he was drying his hair that had flopped on his face, giving him a boyish look. He was half naked apart from another towel that wrapped around his slender hips.

Martin swallowed hard and tried to look away.

“Lovely... hot water,” He murmured as he combed back his hair now making himself looks like James Dean. With the leather jacket and jeans he would be a dead ringer, Martin thought as he idly gazed over at him.

“Hmm?”

“I said nice hot shower,” He smiled.

“Oh I’ll have one in the morning; I’ll just go brush my teeth.”

With that Martin jumped out of bed and almost ran into the bathroom, leaving Alan a little perplexed by his sudden shyness.
Convincing himself he was just being stupid, he decided to jump in the shower and let the hot water cascade over him. Bliss as he thawed out.

Once he was ready he sneaked back into the room seeing Alan was on his side, back to him on the left side.

Carefully he lifted up the covers and slipped in, shifting near enough at the side edge of the bed just so he didn’t touch him accidently. Again it was strange, since before they would all huddle on the bus to keep warm, physical contact was never really an issue, but in the same bed seemed to be different as Martin stiffened pulling the sheets over his chest then rolled on to his side, so his back was to Alan’s.

“Shall I turn off the light?” He whispered.

“Please,” Alan muffled.

It was silent, apart from the wind that whistled through the gap in the windows.

Still there was a chill in the air and Alan curled up, trying to keep warm again.

Martin’s body half a metre away radiated a little heat but not reaching his.

He was becoming aware that the body next to him was moving, his feet rubbing together hands stroking his arms frantically. There was no way Alan was getting enough heat to get the sleep he needed.

“What’s up Al?” Martin asked in a low almost grunt.

“Still bloody cold.”

“Yeah I know it is. Just try and sleep. It will soon warm up with both of us under here.”

“Mart…” he sounded as if he was going to ask or say something, but stopped like it was a stick in his throat.

“Hmm?”

“Can I…? You look like you will fall out of bed,” He lifted his head to see the lump that was right at the edge.

“Yes I know but…”

“…Well move closer you silly sod! I don’t bite.”

Martin chuckled and moved back, the warmth increased as the other man’s aura hit his.

But still there was some distance between them, and Al turned to face his back, seeing his shoulders rise and fall softly.

He gazed over for a moment, studying his long slender neck, and shaven nape.

The clean linin mixed with their scent soon seeped from the space under the covers.

Alan breathed in softly, moving to waft his scent to him. He smelt great! The musky combined of his manly aroma with his mingled into something he suddenly found overwhelmingly erotic.

He had to stop himself from thinking allsorts of impure things towards his band mate.

Scorning himself he turned around again and huffed, telling himself to stop it and sleep.
After an hour Alan looked at his watch. It was gone 1AM and still he was struggling to find sleep.

Flipping on his back he sighed again, staring at the ceiling, hearing the wind and then something else caught his hear.

The slight breaths from his friend next to him were uneven, quickening maybe? Then Martin whimpered a little. He thought he may have been in pain and eaten something dodgy at dinner.

Alan smiled, listening to what sounded like the Blonde man moaning a little now.

‘He’s having a dirty dream” Alan grinned to himself.

Martin then sighed out, groaned again, and then muttered something incoherent.

The keyboardist rolled over to the other side, seeing Martin’s shoulders moving.

He was smiling and trying not laugh. But then as he persisted, he began to think other things.

Closing his eyes, with Martin’s tiny moans he started to imagine some really inappropriate thoughts.

“Oh god!” He whispered, a tingle running down his groan until he found he was getting hard.

“Oh god no no no!” He protested, but it was no good, his band mate was under him. His long fingers sliding over his cock, the blonde’s face full of pleasure and the noises! Oh go the noises.

His eyes snapped open as he heard his name being uttered.

‘Shit, I’m rumbled!’ Alan thought as he quickly took his hand from his erection, finding himself stroking it in fantasy.

“Yeah?”

“Al...”

“Yes Martin?”

“Ohh Alan!”

“Here Mart.”

Al…oh...”

“Fuck!”

He realized as he bent over to see that Martin’s eyes were still close, that he was dreaming about him.

Oh god how embarrassing!

“Err Mart?”

No answer.

“Martin!” Still nothing.

His placed his hand on his arm and shook him very lightly but still Martin didn’t wake up.

After a moment Alan felt his friend’s warmth and scent hit him again.
Shifting closer, he now felt his back against his chest.

His raging member like a missile as it strained in his shorts, urging nothing more than to rub it against this body.

“Oh Mart,” he breathed over his nape, lips close enough to kiss, breathing his scent again , hand still lent on his arm that now started to stroke up and down.

“Mart!” He uttered and moved his hands lower, feeling his friend’s torso and hip.

He nuzzled his neck, sniffing and letting his desires fill him.

Martin was starting to breathe harder as Alan’s fingers danced over his chest, trying to get closer, find his skin under the baggy sleep shirt.

“Alan!”

“Hmmf” His lips brushed the soft skin.

“Alan….!” Martin panted softly, feeling someone fondling him below over the cotton

His fingers roamed lower, finding the hardness.

“Al?!” Martin was sounding a lot more coherent, but his band mate was still touching him, groping his erection and rubbing his own against Martin’s Lower back. His body desperately crushing him, rocking as he pecked lightly up the neck.

“Um...ah …Alan!”

“Shit Mart!” He jumped back immediately. “You are awake!”

“Seems so,” He grinned.

“I…I oh god!” He moved away and on to his back, hands covering his face in shear embarrassment. “Sorry I...”

“Is ok Alan. We all have …naughty dreams at times?”

“Me…Oh yeah” He swallowed.

“So was I!”

Martin turned on his side to face him and propped up his head with his elbow.

Alan’s eyes studied him, his smile wide, but seductive.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, felt good,” He bit his bottom lip and shifted closer.

The light sparkled in his eyes as he gazed at him. Small hands trailed down his chest.

“Alan, I …”

Before he finished Alan pulled him closer and kissed him passionately, hands exploring him, hitching up the shirt to feel his silky hot skin. Martin groaned in his mouth.

Mauling each other urgently they tasted with tongues, dancing in each others mouth. Low manly Pants and the sound of movements from beneath the covers hit the room. Lips pressed on his neck, the long fingers edging up under his shirt, tearing it open so he could taste his body more.

Martin gasped as Alan took his nipple in his mouth and tapped it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Brushing his damp soft hair through his fingers, pushing him to go lower, Alan trailed down to his navel then stopped, grinned and shifted up again, placing his mouth on Martin’s again.

“Just how long have you been having erotic dreams about me?” He uttered as he broke away.

“A little...while,” He barley could compose himself to speak.

“Naughty boy,” He licked up his jaw line. “I never knew you had that interest in me.”

“I don’t I just…”

“Don’t kid yourself, I heard you call me name, I heard you moan. What was I doing to you?”

He dropped his eyes. “This”

“This?” he ran his fingers down his chest, over his stomach, until he reached that rock hard shaft, squeezing then stroking him.

Yes!” He breathed out closing his eyes and shuddered.

Feeling the bottoms sliding down, his cock stood to attention, then wrapped in heat as Alan’s palms cover him and teased.

He moaned again, making Alan even more aroused, and licked up and down his velvet shaft, his tip already moistened with his juices that had leaked in excitement.

He teased him more, kissing and folding his lips over the head again, sampling his sweet texture. Martin’s fingers almost pulling his hair as he bucked his hips.

“Don’t… don’t t-.tease me Alan.”

He mewed as he felt Alan’s mouth devour him wholly, and then pulled off to lie on top of him.

Martin made the move to kiss him again, his turn to strip Alan from his clothes. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, pushing him off so he lay on his side then wrenched down his shorts. He felt him tremble as his naked body was now exposed. “Don’t worry Alan, you can share my warmth,” he kissed his lips again.

Holding his shoulders he lowers down until he greeted the long lean pole, tapping lightly, hearing Alan mutter and cuss that he needed him. Taking him deeper, he than heard him gasp and call his name.

Loosing control he held on to the pillow and stifled a cry, worried that the others would hear and never live it down.

“Jesus Mart, oh Mart how come you are so go at that?” He moaned as the plush lips closed tight along with the suction and flickering tongue.

Scencing he was almost pushing over the edge, Martin let go then proceed to kiss up his body, sitting up and straddle Alan. Their hot bodies melting as he lowered to passionately kiss again. Hard ons touching and sliding together in the slickness of salver and pre-cum as they rubbed them together.

Low whimpers and sweet nothings filled the room as they panted into each others mouth.

“Fuck Martin I wanna cum over you.”

“Uh-uh,” I’m close Alan, please make me cum.

Wriggling over each other as they petted, explored and grinded together, sweating and heaving, without hands on contact both men quivered, groaned and cried out. Martin cocked back his head, and bit his lips before collapsing and bit down on Alan’s shoulder, growling lowly.

Still on top he sat up again, the wondering hand of his band mate grabbed his cock, the other hand caressing his chest, nipples neck, clawing his back and hips, staring up intently watching his face as his pleasured him, Like he was possessed.

The noises he made, the faces he pulled were enough to tip him over the edge. His cock in Martin’s fist and doing the same as he was, but slowly wanking him as Alan was more concerned in making this cute little man cum. “Slow down sweetheart, I wanna see you come first,” He said as he pulled at his curls, whilst frantically masturbating his friend.

He could see the Blonde man started to shake as he close and soon was about to explode.

“That’s it Mart, fucking shoot your load over me, I want to see it.”

With a tiny squeal Martin stopped moving, hitched then moaned as he projected his spunk almost as far as Alan’s face.

Hot sticky fluids sprinkled over him, satisfied with a elongated deep hum that he made his band made shoot out like that, quite a distance thrower in that department.

Alan smirked and wonders if he could match him by getting his right into that pretty little mouth.

Without warning he grabbed him then pushed him on his back, sat over his hips where he began wank himself off, hard.

“Open that mouth!” He ordered as he directed his cock over the small slender frame.

Martin did so “Moan! Make me cum with those exquisite sounds,” He gasped.

Martin did as he was told, adding provocative eye contact and lustfully licking his lips adding extra by begging him to cum over him, Perhaps to fuck him.

“Hmm that will wait, you dirty little boy.”

Lifting so he was on he knees he told him to open up again, rubbing harder until he grunted and shot his load over Martin’s neck, chin and lips.

“Hmm, you are good, Thank you!” Alan fell on his friend, mimicking the calming of his breathing. Martin just smiled and snuggled into his crook before he drifted into a sleep, the body and cum still over him, lifting the sheets so he covered them both, wrapping his arms over him, bathing in body heat.

“Warm enough now Al?” He whispered.

“Hmm like toast!”
The End
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