Title: Just the Once
Author: Olivia Sutton
"Snapshots Universe"
PART 4 of 4

MEANWHILE IN THE BAR

Jeff, froze as he heard the words over the earpiece. He knew that Marty had slept with Michael before, and he was so afraid that Marty might do it again. He trusted Marty, knew him for years, loved him; but Jeff also felt blindily jealous-- Michael was so much more good-looking than he was. Michael was tall, blond, gorgeous-- Jeff was small, dark-haired, brown-eyed. Jeff felt that he wanted to trust Marty, yet he was jealous of Michael.

Then two hard cases broke into the place, and started firing randomly around the club, club patrons and staff, ducked and flattened themselves on the floor of the club, a table was upset with a crash, as the patrons nearby dived for the floor.

BACK IN THE STOREROOM

Just then there was a yell and a crash from the nightclub. Marty ran towards the storeroom door, and entered the club from behind the bar.

The club was in shambles, two men with guns had entered the club, and were pointing them randomly at the people in the club. As Marty watched with horrified eyes, they pointed the guns at a mirrored glass disco ball, and fired. The people below rushed out of the way, and the ball crashed to the dance floor.

Marty immediately began checking the faces of terrified people, looking for Jeff. Finally, he spotted him, near the exit from the club. Marty began inching his way towards Jeff, trying to avoid catching the eye of the two maniacs with guns.

Then Michael stepped out from behind the bar, a gun in his hand.

"Oh, no," murmured Marty, as he saw what Michael was doing. He continued to inch his way towards Jeff.

One of the men saw Marty moving, "You! Stop!"

Marty raised his hands.

Jeff saw that Marty was in trouble, and gasped, then started inching away from the back door and towards Marty.

Michael raised his gun, and fired a warning shot in the air.

People screamed. Marty took a chance in the confusion and ran towards Jeff.

One of the two thugs with guns ran towards Michael, then took aim, the other moved towards Marty, who had almost reached Jeff.

"YOU, drop it!" one yelled, shoving his gun towards Michael. "You the guy that owns this dump?"

Michael dropped his hand gun, then nodded.

"YOU! Where do you think you're going?" the other one yelled at Marty.

"Well, I..." Marty started to say, when the thug fired his gun above Marty's head.

More people screamed, including Jeff, who shouted, "NO!" at the top of his lungs.

"STOP!"

Marty stopped.

"All of you, line up, against the wall," he gestured towards the wall behind the dance floor, when Marty started to move again, the gunman yelled, "NOT you, hero!"

Marty stopped. Jeff looked at Marty, then began to inch towards him.

"YOU!" the man pointed his gun at Jeff, "You hard of hearing? Or stupid? GET over THERE with the others!" Jeff nodded, and began to move away from Marty.

Meanwhile, the other thug, forced Michael, head first, into the bar and held him down, "Apparently you didn't get the message. So we're here to give you a little reminder. Do what the bosses want, or this place won't be worth running!"

Then the thug took his gun and fired into the bottles of alcohol behind the bar. The glass bottles shattered and glass and liquor rained down behind the bar. The guy pushed Michael, who collapsed towards the floor.

"Next time, it will be blood, not liquor bottles, Mr. Forbes." Then he moved towards his pal.

"YOU, waiter, you're coming with us!" shouted the first thug, then he grabbed Jeff, from amongst the terrified clubbers, and hauled him towards the club exit, his gun pointed ominously at Jeff's head.

Marty started to move towards Jeff. One of the thugs swung his gun at Marty, and fired a couple of shots at his feet.

"STOP! This bloke here is our protection, we'll let him go once we're out of here."

Marty nodded, and froze.

The bloke held Jeff's arm tightly, and pulled him towards the club's rear exit. His pal joined him, and soon the two were moving through the back door, hauling Jeff with them.

Marty followed immediately. The back door lead to a hallway which ran the length of the warehouse, with store rooms and offices off it. Marty knew that the store rooms were also accessible from the bar, through a warren of interconnected rooms and hallways. He slipped, slowly and carefully into the hall, but there was no sign of the thugs, or Jeff. Marty went to the wall and used it to support his back as he sank to the floor. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, then tried to contact Jeff. Jeff? JEFF! If you can hear me, try to send something back, Jeff.

Marty stopped sending, then and listened. He could feel that Jeff was very scared, terrified even, then he heard a faint, Marty?

Jeff, WHERE are you? Which way did they take you?

UP, Marty, they took me to the stairs at the end of the hall, and we're going UP.

Up? All right, I'm coming to get you, Jeff. I'll be right there.

NO! Marty, these nutters have GUNS. Don't try to follow us. They'll let me go, eventually, Marty. They'll have to.

JEFF - I'm coming to get you. I'm not going to let them hurt you.

NO! Please, Marty, I don't want to see you get hurt, or worse.

Jeff, I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm going to need to shut down contact for a minute, okay?

Marty felt a reluctant wave of agreement from Jeff, then opened his eyes. He rose from his position on the hallway floor, and started running towards the door to the stairs at the end of the hall. As he hurried down the hallway one of the doors opened and Michael poked his head out.

"Are they gone?" he asked Marty.

"Yes. AND they have Jeff. I think they took the stairs, come on!" Marty yelled back at Michael as he passed the door.

Michael followed Marty out in the hall, "I called 999, they are sending the police."

"Great," Marty responded sarcastically as he opened the stairway door, "Come on, if you're going to help me."

Michael nodded and followed Marty as he lead the way up the stairs.

Marty rushed up the stairs to the 10th floor, "Michael, check this floor, I'll take the roof."

Michael nodded, then pushed open the door. Once he was gone, Marty made his way to the next flight of stairs up, and sat. He closed his eyes. Jeff?

We're on the roof. Oh god, Marty, I think they... MARTY! Marty get up here, now!

Marty felt Jeff's absolute panic, and opened his eyes, running up the stairs. He found the door marked "roof access" and opened it. The roof was flat, and had very little cover other than a large roof-mounted air conditioner/air exchange unit. The two gunmen had let go of Jeff, but they were forcing him to back up towards the edge of the roof. Marty yelled, then ran towards the air conditioner.

The two thugs heard Marty's yell and turned. Jeff sprang into action, jumping one of the gunmen as his gun swung away. The other thug fired wildly at Marty, and missed.

Marty ran towards the man with the gun, and watched as Jeff managed to get the one thug to drop his gun. Marty wasn't as successful, however. The other man raised his gun threateningly, pointing it right at Marty's chest, "Stop right there!"

Marty raised his hands.

The other thug recovered, found his gun, and pointed it at Jeff.

"Now, both of you, over to the edge. Now!"

Marty looked at Jeff, then joined him, standing a few feet from the edge of the building. "I'm sorry, Jeff," he said, catching his partner's eye.

Jeff nodded, his face pale, and tightly drawn with fear.

"Back up!" ordered the man who pointed his gun at Marty.

Marty looked at him, then said, "You don't want to do this. Michael... Mr. Forbes called the coppers, they are on the way."

"All the more reason," said the thug, then gestured with his gun for Marty to step backwards.

Marty did so, his hands in the air, when the roof door opened again, and Michael stepped out onto the roof.

Marty lost no time, and jumped the thug in front of him. The thug's gun dropped, and Marty fought hand-to-hand, not realising how close he was to the edge of the roof.

Jeff again jumped his own captor, causing him to drop the gun, which this time Jeff grabbed, then threw over the edge of the roof. The thug grabbed Jeff's arms as he turned back, and forced him down, fighting with Jeff near the edge of the roof.

Michael saw what was happening and ran over to help Marty. As he did so, Marty gained the advantage and flipped his captor over his head. The man teetered near the edge of the roof, grabbing Marty's leg, then fell. Marty was dragged to the edge of the roof. The man who had fallen, hit the ground ten stories down with a sickening, squishy thud.

Michael ran to Marty, grabbing him and pulling him back from the edge.

Meanwhile, Jeff had been distracted, as he noticed out of the side of his eye that Marty was falling off the edge. The thug he was fighting took advantage of Jeff's momentary distraction, and backed Jeff towards the edge of the roof. Jeff lost his footing and fell off.

"JEFF!" screamed Marty, moving towards the edge of the roof.

Jeff grabbed the edge of the roof with his fingertips, and screamed, "HELP! Marty, help!"

The thug moved to the edge, moving his foot to step on Jeff's fingers.

Michael turned, ran towards the thug, and knocked him sideways and away from where Jeff was dangling.

Marty ran to Jeff, leaned over the edge, and grabbed Jeff's arm with his hand. Jeff looked up at Marty, his eyes full of fear, and pleading with Marty not to let go. Marty flattened himself against the roof, reaching down towards Jeff, "I've got your arm, Jeff, I've got you."

Jeff nodded, too terrified to speak.

Marty reached with his other hand and grabbed Jeff's other arm. He held Jeff tightly, then said, "I've got you, Jeff, I have. Now, you need to let go..."

Jeff shook his head.

"Listen to me, Jeff," Marty said urgently, "You need to let go with one hand, and grab my arm. Right hand first. I won't drop you, Jeff, trust me."

Jeff looked into Marty's eyes, then nodded.

Marty flattened himself even closer to the roof, and tightened his grip on Jeff's arms, "All right, now grab my arm, Jeff. Right hand."

Jeff nodded, took a deep breath, then grabbed Marty's arm.

Marty groaned as his supported almost all of Jeff's weight, but Jeff was successful, as he grabbed Marty's arm.

"Okay, now Jeff, tighten your grip. Fireman's rescue, remember?"

Jeff nodded, and tightened his grip on Marty's arm. Marty locked his grip on Jeff, braced himself to stop from slipping, then said, "Okay, now the other hand, Jeff."

Jeff nodded, and let go, swinging his hand up, and missed.

Marty held Jeff by one arm, tightly as he swung and twisted. "I've got you, Jeff, I've got you!" Marty said, as he held on for dear life, "Michael! I could use some help here!"

There was no response from Michael, and Jeff dangled from Marty's grip, slowly slipping.

Sweat broke out on Marty's brow. "Jeff, you need to try again. Come on. I'm not going to let you go, Jeff, I promise."

Jeff nodded, and swung his left hand up, grabbing Marty's left arm.

Marty nodded, and tightened his grip on Jeff's arms, "Okay, okay," he said, trying to pull Jeff up, but getting no purchase on the flat roof. "Okay, now, Jeff, you need to get one leg up."

"What!" yelled Jeff.

"I can't pull you straight up, Jeff. You need to get a leg up. I've got you, you won't fall!"

Jeff nodded, taking a deep breath.

"I'll count to three and then swing you a bit, Jeff. When I do, move your leg and try to catch the roof with your foot or your knee, all right?"

Jeff nodded again, his eyes locked on Marty's in complete trust.

"Oh, god," Marty mumbled, looking into Jeff's eyes. "Michael! I really could use some help here!" Marty settled himself, took a deep breath of his own, then began to swing Jeff, his hands tight on Jeff's arms, Jeff swung in an arc, and caught the edge of the roof with his foot, then with his knee. Marty reached down, grabbing Jeff's shoulder with one hand, his other still firmly on Jeff's arm, and half pulled-half rolled him onto the roof.

Jeff collapsed, breathing heavily, laying flat on his stomach on the roof.

Marty moved close to Jeff, gathering him into his arms, hugging him tightly, kissed him, and petted his hair. Then, still holding Jeff close he looked around, "Michael, Where were..." he started to yell, looking around, then gasped. Both the thugs were nowhere to be seen, but Michael Forbes lay on the roof, unconscious.

"No!" screamed Marty. He helped Jeff to stand, and they ran to Michael.

Marty dropped to his knees, reaching towards Michael's neck, his hand shaking.

"I'll do it, I'll check," mumbled Jeff, one hand holding Marty's hand, then he reached towards Michael with his other hand.

Michael opened his eyes, "Marty?"

Marty said, "What happened? What happened?"

Michael groaned in pain, then tried to sit up.

"No, don't," said Jeff, gently pushing Michael down, "Marty, you stay with him, I'll go get help."

Marty shook his head, looking at Jeff, "No, I almost lost you, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Jeff went to him, hugged him as Marty knelt at Michael's side, then lightly kissed him, "Marty, I'm all right. You saved me life, Marty. But I need to get us some help. The coppers should be here by now."

Marty shook his head, holding Jeff tight, his eyes closed, as he held Jeff for dear life.

Jeff returned Marty's embrace, then lightly pet his hair. "It's okay, Marty, I'm okay," he mumbled, as he kissed Marty's temple.

Marty nodded, silently holding Jeff.

Jeff moved slightly back, "Let me get help, Marty. Please."

Marty nodded, reluctantly letting Jeff go.

Jeff stood, and started walking towards the door to the stairs, halfway there, he collapsed, falling to the roof.

Marty screamed and ran to his lover.

Jeff was sitting in a heap, "I'm all right, I'm all right. I think it was shock. Nerves. My legs gave out."

Marty knelt next to Jeff, "Can you stand?"

"I don't know, I don't know," mumbled Jeff, still in shock.

Then the door to the roof opened, and two police officers came out, guns drawn, one by one.

"Well, you certainly TOOK YOUR BLOODY TIME about it," Marty shouted sacastically, then he pointed out, "We've got a man over there who's been hurt, and my partner's also in shock! We need help."

The police officers lowered their weapons. One went over to Michael, then called for an ambulance and back-up on his walkie-talkie; the other went to Marty. "What happened?"

Marty took a deep breath, then said, "Two thugs came into The Harlequin, on the 9th floor, they fired randomly, but I don't think anyone was hurt. One of them grabbed Jeff as a hostage. Michael and I, that's Michael by the way, over there, he's all right, isn't he?" Marty barely paused, then continued speaking faster and faster as he explained, "Michael and I came after the two thugs. We fought with 'em. Jeff ended-up falling off the edge of the roof, I... I barely got him back," Marty drew Jeff into an embrace at his side, kissed him lightly on the temple, then continued, "I... I don't know what happened with Michael. Next I knew, both thugs were gone, Michael had been hurt, somehow, and Jeff is still in shock from barely making it back onto the roof." Marty started to sag towards Jeff on the roof, "And I'm not feeling so hot myself."

"Calm down, sir," ambulances are on the way. Is that," he gestured towards Michael, "Is he the owner of the nightclub, The Harlequin, you called it?"

Marty sat at Jeff's side, "Yah, he is."

The police officer said, "All right, all right - he's the one that called us. Everything's going to be okay."

Marty nodded, sitting next to Jeff, who was still in his arms, then he turned to Jeff, "It's okay, everything is going to be okay, Jeff." He lightly kissed Jeff's lips.

Jeff nodded, breathing deeply, then looked at Marty. "I know, I know, I'll be fine, Marty, I will."

More police and a team of EMTs emerged on the roof, one went to Michael and began treating him. Minutes later, the other EMT made his way to Jeff and Marty.

"You're here, I'm so glad you're here," mumbled Marty, "Jeff nearly fell off the roof, I got him back but... I think he's in shock." He stayed at Jeff's side, his arm about Jeff's shoulders.

"He... he nearly fell off the roof as well, and, and he barely caught me before I fell, he's in shock too, please make sure he's all right." Jeff said to the EMT who was now examining him.

The EMT nodded, then began to treat them both.

Jeff and Marty entered thier flat, and Marty walked straight through to the lounge, as Jeff locked the front door. Then Jeff entered the lounge. Marty took a deep breath and looked at Jeff, then said quietly, "Jeff, there's something I..." he left off, looking down.

Jeff went straight to Marty, putting a hand around his shoulder, "Michael will be all right, Marty, they're only having him stay overnight for observation."

Marty shook his head, "It wasn't Michael I was thinking about. But, I... I need to tell you something."

Jeff led Marty to the sofa, then sat next to Marty, sitting up straight, he asked, "What is it, Marty?"

Marty took a deep breath, then said, "Michael, he... he sort of kissed me. In the store room, before everything went to hell."

Jeff looked straight ahead, and not meeting Marty's eyes, he said, "Did you kiss him back?"

Marty shook his head, then said, "No... well, I started to, but it was out of instinct, Jeff. Then, I turned my head away, told him 'no', told him I wouldn't throw away fourteen years with you for a night with him," Marty touched Jeff's face, turning Jeff's head towards himself, then continued, "I pushed him away, tried to get out from under his arms, then those goons burst into the club."

"Do you have feelings for him, Marty?" Jeff asked, looking into Marty's eyes.

"No. I mean, he was my first, well, the first when I had a choice about it. But I don't have feelings for him. Jeff, I love you, not him," Marty lightly touched Jeff's hair.

Jeff nodded, then pulled Marty closer, embracing him, "Marty, you are my partner, we've been together for fourteen years now. I commited myself to you, four years ago," Jeff grabbed Marty's hand, lightly touching his ring, "Marty, I'm not going anywhere. If I didn't want to be with you I would have left." He took Marty's shoulders in his hands, then moved one hand to Marty's face, raising it to look into Marty's eyes, "I love you. I won't ever leave you Marty, not so long as you want me."

Marty kissed Jeff lightly, "Of course, I still want you, Jeff. And I'm sorry about what happened."

"And I'm sorry I felt jealous, Marty."

"Jealous?" asked Marty, raising an eyebrow in shock.

Jeff nodded, slowly, again not making eye contact with his partner.

Marty put a hand to Jeff's jaw, lightly. "Why would you be jealous, Jeff? When we've been together for so long."

"He IS much better looking than me, Marty."

"But you are the one I love, not him. You're beautiful, Jeff, and your soul...it's... beautiful and I love you. YOU, Jeff."

Jeff nodded, "Come 'ere, Marty."

Marty moved closer to Jeff, pushing him against the sofa.

Jeff kissed Marty, hard, opening his mouth, flooding Marty with happiness and love. Marty opened his mouth, allowing Jeff's tongue in. Marty, listen to me, please... I want to be with you, Marty. I need you. I've stayed with you so long because I wanted to, Marty. And I'm not going anywhere, I promise you.

I want to be with you, too, Jeff. I won't leave you. You're everything to me, Jeff.

Jeff sent a feeling of agreement, then, Take me, Marty. Please. Make love to me?

Marty nodded, kissing Jeff deeply, pushing him into the sofa, then pulling off Jeff's waiter's uniform top. Marty blazed a trail of kisses across Jeff's chest, ran his hands across Jeff's chest, and murmured words of love.

"Yes, Marty, please," said Jeff aloud, as he pulled Marty closer, running his hands up and down his back.

Marty nodded, then he reached for Jeff's belt and undid it, undoing the trousers, and pushing them down Jeff's legs. He pushed down Jeff's underwear and kissed his penis, then took it in his mouth and began to lick and suck.

Jeff gasped, his hands going to Marty's head, lightly pushing him closer.

Marty continued, licking Jeff, until he came, then he swallowed.

Jeff stroked Marty's hair with his hand, "God, it was good, Marty."

Marty nodded, sliding onto the floor near the sofa. "Michael doesn't mean anything to me Jeff, he doesn't. And I wouldn't have taken him up on his offer, I swear it."

Jeff nodded, "I know that, Marty. You told me he kissed you-- you didn't want it, did you?"

Marty shook his head, "NO! I didn't-- and I pushed him away, Jeff."

Jeff nodded, "Marty-- I believe you, all right? I trust you. I LOVE you. Don't bring it up again."

Marty nodded, then looked at Jeff, "Hang on a minute, I just realised, we both wore mikes and earpieces, Jeff? Jeff, did you hear everything?"

Jeff nodded.

"Then why did you seem surprised when I told you?"

Jeff looked away, then back and replied, "I... I was jealous, and I wanted to see if you would tell me everything, Marty."

A confused, quizzical expression lit Marty's features, "Jealous? Of Michael? But he can be such a prat."

"And he's tall, blond, blue-eyed, muscular... Marty, he's drop-dead gorgeous. And you've slept with him before."

Marty arose from the sofa and began to pace, "You were jealous. You didn't trust me!"

Jeff shook his head, "Yes, I was jealous. But I DO trust you. I heard you push him away. And first change you got, you told me what happened. I'm not angry or jealous now. I know you love me, Marty."

Marty nodded, moved to the sofa, and quietly sat next to Jeff.

Jeff gave Marty a randy look, and said, "Upstairs, Marty?"

Marty nodded, following Jeff up to the bedroom.

Jeff entered the bedroom, moving to the bed, and laying down on his stomach on top of the duvet.

Marty stripped off his black bartender's uniform, then got onto the bed next to Jeff, he lightly tapped Jeff's shoulder, and Jeff turned towards him. Lying on his side, Marty moved closer to Jeff, kissing his chest, pulling him closer, then whispered, "Jeff, I want to try something new tonight."

Jeff pulled back, "Marty, I don't want to hurt you, not tonight, please. I almost died today, and I... I just want to enjoy it, enjoy being with you."

Marty shook his head, vehemently, "No, that's not what I was thinking. Though I can understand why you would assume that." He looked deeply into Jeff's eyes, "No, I want to try... a different position, Jeff. It's just... it might be uncomfortible, for you, and if it does hurt you, I want you to tell me to stop."

Jeff nodded, "Oh. Tell me what to do."

Marty nodded, "Lay on your back, Jeff, then open your legs for me."

Jeff opened his legs, Marty smiled, and held Jeff's legs open, bracing them with his arms. He moved between them, leant forward, and kissed the top of Jeff's shoulder, then moved to Jeff's lips and kissed him.

Jeff was looking up at Marty his brown eyes glazed with passion and love.

Marty smiled, kissed Jeff again, then reached for the bottle of scented oil on the bedside table, he reached towards Jeff's arse, between his legs and coated the opening with the oil, then himself. Marty's own penis was already hard and erect, and he slid forward, then entered Jeff.

Jeff gasped with pleasure, "Oh god, Marty," then pulled Marty closer.

Marty gasped as well, one hand reaching for Jeff's own penis, which he stroked. With his other hand, on the bed above Jeff's shoulder, Marty steadied himself, pulling them closer, then he thrust deeper into Jeff.

Jeff moaned, moving with Marty, pulling him close, kissing his neck, his body, anything he could reach.

Marty leaned his head over Jeff's shoulder, kissing the top of his shoulder, and continued to thrust, forcefully. He turned his head, and kissed Jeff's lips.

Jeff gasped and moaned, kissed Marty in return, and pulled him closer.

Marty thrust again, then yelled, "Oh, Jeff," as he came. He rubbed Jeff's penis with his hand, and a few seconds later, Jeff came as well.

Marty slid out of Jeff, moved aside on the bed, and gently put Jeff's legs back down on the bed, he moved to Jeff, and pet his sweaty hair, then took Jeff in his arms.

Jeff pulled Marty close, hugging him, then kissed him passionately, his tongue entering Marty's mouth, then he pulled back to breath, "Oh god, Marty. Oh, god... it was so, so incredible. We've never done it like that before, and it was... god, Marty," Jeff reached up, touching Marty's hair and stroking it.

Marty nodded, "I... I wanted to... to try it. I was afraid I'd hurt you though." He kissed Jeff back, passionately, thrusting his tongue in Jeff's mouth.

Jeff nodded carefully, returning the kiss, then sent, It was mildly uncomfortible, but incredible, Marty. Incredible. Where'd you get the idea?

Um... picked up a few porn mags, Jeff. I wanted to... to get ideas on something new, something fresh, but without hurting you. Marty lightly petted Jeff's hair, I'm sorry, I know you hate porn, but...

In this case, I'm not complaining, Marty. God... I can't believe how good that was. He reached towards Marty, touching his face, petting his hair, Being able to see your face as we made love. God, Marty, that's worth any pain. And it wasn't pain, just a bit uncomfortable, holding me legs open. I'll get used to it.

Marty nodded, pulling Jeff to himself, kissing him, petting his hair, running his hands along Jeff's back, then he whispered lightly, "Enter me, Jeff."

Jeff nodded, pulling Marty closer, then rolling him onto his back, Jeff reached for the bottle of oil, spread it on his fingers, then reached between Marty's legs and coated the opening there. Jeff scooted closer, oiling his own penis, then carefully supported Marty's legs. "Ready, Marty?" he asked.

"Oh god, yes, Jeff," Marty replied.

Jeff nodded, then slid into his partner. Marty gasped. Jeff began moving, stroking slowly and gently, taking Marty's body. He supported himself with one hand, and with the other he stroked Marty's penis.

Marty groaned, and moaned, "Yes, Jeff, god, yes-- just like that!"

Jeff nodded, moving between Marty's legs, kissing his face, looking deeply into his blue eyes, which were glazed with passion. Jeff supporting himself with one hand above Marty's shoulder, thrust again, then kissed Marty, passionately.

Marty groaned again, the moaned, "Yes, Jeff, yes!"

Jeff nodded, and continued entering Marty, and stroking Marty's penis with his hand. Finally, Jeff came, and slid out of Marty. He worked Marty's penis with his hand, and Marty came with a gasp. Jeff gently lay Marty's legs on the bed, then lay down on top of Marty, so their penises touched, and put his arms around Marty, then kissed him again.

Marty put his arms around Jeff, holding him close, kissing his hair, lightly rubbing his back. "God, Jeff - that really was incredible."

Jeff nodded, tiredly, then lightly kissed Marty, before laying his head on Marty's shoulder. "Hold me, Marty."

Marty nodded, holding Jeff tightly with one arm, grabbing the duvet with the other hand and pulling it over them.

Jeff began to shake and cry.

Marty held him tight, then whispered, "What's wrong, Jeff?"

Jeff shook his head, "Nothing, it's just, I could have lost you today. Or, I could have died. It's... I don't think I've ever been so scared as when I was hanging off that roof."

Marty nodded, kissed Jeff's head again, then said, quietly, "I was scared too, Jeff. I was so scared. But we're okay, we are both okay." He kissed Jeff's temple, then shifted, and met Jeff's lips as Jeff tilted his head to receive the kiss.

Jeff nodded, scooting up near to Marty's face, then kissing him deeply. "I don't know what I would have done, without you... if you had fallen... I mean I saw you almost fall, Marty, before I slipped."

Marty nodded again, "It didn't happen, Jeff. I'm fine, and you... you are incredible, Jeff. I'm so in love with you."

Jeff nodded again, his head on Marty's shoulder, "Hold me."

Marty nodded, "Of course, Jeff, always. I will always be here to hold you." He kissed Jeff again, and held him tight, cuddling under the duvet.

The End