Snapshots of a Love Affair

By Olivia Sutton

Part 5

The following year, Jeff and Marty are 22

Jeff signed the paper on the clip board, and smiled, "Thank you for delivering everything. We appreciate it. Especially with those stairs."

"Hey, no problem, it's what we get paid for. Besides, the wooden filing cabinet was the only thing that we couldn't fit in the lift. Have a good day, sir." The delivery man touched his cap, then left.

Jeff shut the door after the delivery man left, walked into the office and looked around. Finally, we finally did it. Our own business. I hope Marty gets back soon. Jeff walked around the office. They had purchased the two desks and the large wooden filing cabinet at a used furniture shop, and found a smaller filing cabinet, at a jumble sale. Marty had found the furniture, whilst Jeff prepared for his final exams at uni. Jeff smiled, remembering how Marty had urged him to study and do well, despite his intention of not using his law degree. Jeff walked over to the leather couch, an item Marty found at an estate sale, and sat down, closing his eyes and relaxing.

"Jeff? Jeff - Come on sleeping beauty, time to get up."

Jeff woke and saw Marty standing over him.

Jeff stretched, sat up, then said, "I suppose I drifted off. What time is it?"

Marty checked his watch, then said, "A quarter to three. I see the last of the furniture arrived safely."

Jeff nodded, then got up. "Yah. I don't know why I feel asleep. But this sofa IS comfortable, Marty."

Marty smiled, "Well, all those late-night study sessions over the last two weeks probably had something to do with it. But you got your first, Jeff, and I'm proud. Are you sure you want to work with me? With those marks you could have found a excellent solicitor's position; you really could have."

Jeff gently touched Marty's shoulder, "This is what I want, Marty. Working with you." Jeff gestured towards the small office, then smiled, "Look at this place, it's fantastic!"

Marty smiled again, and started to wander through the office, "It's brilliant. Jeff, I'm glad you talked me into this, I really am, it's going to be good working together. I... brought us something to celebrate." He gestured towards the desk.

A silver bucket sat on the desk, a green tinted bottle poking out of it.

Jeff wandered over, "Champagne?"

Marty smiled, "Yah. My treat. I just banked my last pay packet from the agency, and a thought, why not? We need to break in the office in style."

Then he noticed the brown, paper bag near the bucket, "And what else?"

"Another surprise." Marty smiled.

Jeff smiled, "Well, you shouldn't have, but since you did... Thank you, Marty."

Marty wondered over to the desk, picked up the paper bag and took out a pair of champagne flutes, then took the bottle out of the ice bucket.

"Champagne flutes?" asked Jeff, "Isn't that a bit fancy?"

"Well, they are plastic. They had 'em at the same place where I bought the champagne." Marty popped the cork, and carefully poured the champagne. He handed Jeff a glass, then took his own, and raised it. "To Randall and Hopkirk Security Services!"

Jeff touched his glass to Marty's, and answered, "To Randall and Hopkirk!"

Marty took a sip, then looked out the window behind his desk. "You know, maybe we should do something about that bare wall out there? Paint it or something?"

Jeff looked at the wall, "Yah, maybe. Probably depends on who owns the wall."

Marty nodded, then grinned, "We'll call it an improvement. They won't mind." He set his glass down, then moved towards Jeff, putting an arm around him, "Jeff, do you remember WHAT day it is? I mean, besides our first day in business together?"

Jeff set his glass on the desk, and put his arms on Marty's shoulders, then nodded, "Yah. It is our sixth anniversary, Marty."

Marty nodded, "Um-hum," then he moved to Jeff and kissed him lightly, then deepened the kiss. Jeff responded, pulling Marty closer. Marty pushed Jeff closer to the desk.

Jeff broke the kiss, "Wait, what if someone comes in?"

"I locked the door. I wanted to spend the first day in the office with you."

Jeff nodded, his eyes widening, and pulled Marty into his arms, falling back on the desk.

Marty moved closer to Jeff, following him onto the desk. The two barely missed the champagne bottle.

Jeff groaned, then said, "I think it might be more comfortable on the couch."

Marty nodded, "Um, hum. God, Jeff, I want you right now. I want you so much," Marty took Jeff in his arms, and half-led-half-carried him to the couch.

Jeff collapsed on the couch, then sat up, "Marty, let me take you. Let me take you first, here on the couch, in the middle of the day. God, Marty, do you know how much I want that?"

Marty nodded, then lay on the couch. He stretched out his hand to Jeff, pulling him close and on top of himself, Jeff, I love you so. I know what you want. Take me, Jeff, right here, in our office, in the middle of the day.

I will, I will, Marty. Jeff covered Marty with his own body, kissing him deeply, running his hands through Marty's hair. He pulled off Marty's tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, running his hands over Marty's chest and shoulders. Jeff lay on top of Marty, and kissed him, darting his tongue into Marty's mouth. Marty responded, deeply kissing Jeff, flooding him with feelings of love, passion, and friendship.

Jeff responded to the flood of emotion with his own feelings, kissed Marty again, then moved slowly down Marty's body, kissing and licking Marty's chest.

"Oh, god, Jeff, yes!" Marty yelled.

Jeff nodded, then unbuckled Marty's trousers, and pushing them down to his ankles, "Underwear, Marty? You almost never wear underwear."

Marty groaned with passion, then said, "It's a special occasion. Get them off and take me. Now! God, Jeff, please!"

Jeff pushed the white pants down, took Marty's penis in his mouth and licked and sucked, as he ran his hands over Marty's chest, then his thighs. Jeff continued as Marty got hard, then thrust into his mouth with passionate groans. Jeff continued to lick and suck and play, flooding Marty with his own feelings of love and passion.

Marty groaned, then screamed Jeff's name as he came.

Jeff swallowed, then collapsed on Marty's chest, looking up at Marty's face, his eyes still glazed with passion, he kissed Marty lightly. "I could do with a bit more champagne," he smiled, "I never like that last bit. But everything else is so good, Marty. God, do I love you."

Jeff rose from the couch, found a champagne flute, and downed the liquid quickly, before pouring some more and sipping it.

Marty sat on the couch, pulling up his trousers, then looked up, "Jeff, I want you. Let me take you."

Jeff turned and nodded. Then he moved to where Marty sat on the couch, and hugged him, kissing him passionately and deeply.

Marty returned the kiss, then lightly pushed Jeff into a reclining position on the couch. Marty took off Jeff's tie, dropping it on the floor, then unbuttoned Jeff's shirt, running his hands under it to push it aside. Marty kissed Jeff's chest, then kissed Jeff's mouth, darting his tongue in, You taste like champagne.

Well, of course.

Marty smiled in his mind, I like it. Jeff, do you really hate swallowing? Is that why you spit it out at home?

Yah. But it's okay, Marty. I love you so, it's okay.

Marty nodded, I'm sorry... I could warn you, you know?

Yah, Can you imagine explaining THAT stain to the cleaning lady? Marty, Why are you worrying? We've been together for six years now, and I love you. Right now, I want you to love me, make love to me.

I don't know, Jeff. Sometimes I think I'm too lucky to have you in my life. I'm afraid it will all end, and I'll be alone.

Jeff took Marty's hands in his own, and leaned back out of Marty's kiss, "I'm not going anywhere, Marty. I love you, I have and I do, and you are my lover and my mate. And now, finally, my business partner. I won't leave you, Marty, not ever."

Marty stroked Jeff's hair, "I know. I love you, Jeff. And I'll never leave you." He bent and kissed Jeff, then slid down his body, kissing his chest, flooding Jeff with his own feelings of love.

Marty reached Jeff's trousers and undid them, "No underwear, Jeff?"

"Yah, well, special occasion. Though I don't know how you stand it? I felt like EVERYONE was staring at me crotch all day." Jeff smiled, "Take me, Marty!"

Marty pushed down Jeff's trousers, took his penis in his mouth, and licked and sucked and played.

"God, Marty, yes! Oh, yes, please! More, Marty."

Marty continued, licking and sucking, as Jeff thrust in his mouth. Jeff yelled and came, and Marty swallowed, then turned and took Jeff in his arms. He kissed Jeff's forehead, holding him tight. Jeff kissed Marty's lips, rolling on his side, so they could both fit on the couch.

Jeff stroked Marty's hair, "That was incredible, Marty. Just incredible."

Marty smiled, with Jeff in his arms, "Well, I think we've broken in the couch."

Jeff nodded, then said, quietly, "Do you have any oil or lotion, Marty? Lubricant? Because I feel so horny right now, I could do it right here. Take you, Marty. REALLY take you. I love you so much."

Marty smiled, raised his eyebrows, then said, "You know, I just might?" Then he got up off the couch, and stood next to it.

Jeff looked up from the couch, his eyes filled with lust and passion, "Tell me you're not kidding, Marty? Did you really bring something?"

Marty nodded, "Yah, the guy at the shop raised an eyebrow, that's for sure, strawberry scented hand cream, plastic champagne flutes, and champagne." Marty looked at Jeff with a randy grin, "Don't know what he thought I was going to do with all that?"

Jeff looked at Marty, "You planned all this? For me?"

Marty moved closer, and kissed Jeff's temple, then his sweaty hair, "For us. Our anniversary. I wanted it to be one you'd never forget."

"Well, it's turning into that all right. Strawberry hand cream?"

"It was the best I could do."

Jeff nodded, "I wasn't being critical. Bring it here, Marty."

Marty moved to the desk, found the paper bag he'd taken the champagne flutes out of, and pulled a plastic tube out of the bag, then he returned to Jeff. He handed the tube to Jeff, and said, "Take me!"

Jeff got up off the couch, and stood next to it.

Marty dropped his trousers, stepped out of them, then lay face down on the couch, "Do it, take me, Jeff, take me, now."

Jeff nodded, and knelt next to Marty on the couch. He opened the hand cream, poured it in his hands, and began rubbing and massaging Marty's shoulders.

Marty groaned.

Jeff continued, then moved to Marty's buttocks rubbed and massaged them.

He took more cream, and coated Marty's arse, then his own fingers, and pushed his fingers into Marty. Marty groaned, Jeff continued, entering Marty with his fingers.

"Now, Jeff, enter me!" screamed Marty.

Jeff stood and coated his own hard penis, then straddled Marty. There wasn't much room on the couch, but Jeff managed, entering Marty with smooth, soft, gentle strokes. Jeff flooded Marty's mind with feelings of love and tenderness, whilst taking Marty's body.

Marty groaned and gasped, as Jeff entered him, flooding Jeff with his own feelings of love and desire.

They continued, until Jeff came, then he reluctantly got up and sat next to the couch.

Marty turned on his side, facing Jeff. "That was incredible, Jeff. Absolutely incredible," Marty reached out and stroked Jeff's hair, "I love you."

Jeff nodded, reaching for Marty, "Take me. Please."

Marty nodded, getting up off the couch, and guiding Jeff to it. Jeff lay on his stomach, and groaned in anticipation.

Marty knelt next to the couch, coated his hands with cream, and massaged Jeff's shoulders, stopping only to kiss his back and shoulders whilst his hands lay still. Marty took the cream and coated Jeff's arse, then coated himself. He straddled Jeff, carefully, on the narrow couch, and entered him.

Marty made love to Jeff, entering him with smooth, gentle, loving strokes. He flooded Jeff with feelings of love, soaking up Jeff's own feelings in return. As he entered Jeff fully, Marty bent and kissed the nape of Jeff's neck, "I love you, Jeff," then Marty continued, making love to Jeff, before he finally came with a yell and a gasp, then collapsed onto Jeff.

Jeff groaned, then sighed, satisfied.

Marty got up off Jeff, found his trousers, and did them up, then knelt next to Jeff on the couch.

Jeff lay, sighing with contentment, his trousers still on the floor. "God, Marty, that was... god, it was incredible, Marty," He motioned Marty to the couch.

Marty carefully lay next to Jeff, taking him in his arms.

Jeff put his arms around Marty, lightly kissed him, then lay his head on Marty's shoulder. "I knew... I knew you were planning something special for our anniversary, but I never suspected this. God, Marty, I love you so much. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

Marty nodded, "I love you, Jeff. And... when I found this couch I... I knew the perfect way to break it in. And the office. I love you so much, Jeff. Thank you. Thank you for pushing me into this, into quitting me agency job. And thank you for giving up law, for everything."

Jeff nodded, pulling back a bit so he could see Marty's face, "Marty, I want to work with you. Be with you, all day, every day. Last year I... I was terrified when I got that note about your accident, Marty." Jeff stroked Marty's hair, then lightly kissed him, "I want to be with you, look out for you." Jeff stared into Marty's passionate blue eyes and deepened the kiss, adding, You aren't the only one who fears it will end. But I plan on being here to see that it doesn't.

Marty kissed Jeff again, stroking his hair, staring in his soft, brown eyes, and added, We'll be all right. It's not a dangerous job, Jeff. Not really. You'll see.

Hum-um, Jeff pulled Marty tightly into a hug.

Marty returned it, then reluctantly left Jeff's arms, and slid off the couch. "Jeff, maybe we should... clean up a bit, then go home?"

Jeff lay back on the couch, "Actually, I'm ravenous. Why don't we go out to dinner? Spend a bit more of your pay packet?"

Marty nodded, standing up, "Sounds good. But only because it's our anniversary. We'll need to be careful about spending until we get some clients."

Jeff nodded, "I know. But my trust fund will help. And didn't you say the agency would send us a few clients?"

Marty nodded, "Yah. I hope it's enough. I'm still worried we won't make it."

Jeff got up, went to Marty and hugged him, then let go, "We'll make it, Marty. We will. I know it."

Marty hugged Jeff, then answered. "Jeff, why don't you get your trousers back on? Or I might decide to see what it's like on the desk?" Marty raised his eyebrows.

Jeff looked down, "Oh, yah..." he turned bright red, then looked around the office, found his trousers and said whilst pulling them back on, "And we should finish the champagne. It will be a while before we can afford it again."

Marty nodded and poured the last of the champagne into the flutes.