Chapter 3

"I still watch you when you're grooving

As if through water from the bottom of a pool

You're moving without moving

And when you move, I'm moved"

Hozier

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Martín lost count of how many times he just wrote the same equation on his paper and he was miscalculating it every single time. He was sitting at his desk, trying to take notes for the plan - but he couldn't concentrate. It was very late in the evening, the only thing that lighted up the room were the candles, which were scattered around the room. Some of them were placed on the window sill right above him.

He put his head in his hands, ran his fingers furiously through his hair. He hasn't seen Andrés all day - after breakfast he was gone.

Martín shivered again as he thought about what exactly happened this morning. He still couldn't believe it. At one second he was talking to him about Lorenzo and in the next one - Andrés was suddenly behind him, caressing his shoulders and whispering things in his ear.

Martín closed his eyes. He hated his body for betraying him like this, but he can't help it - if Andrés is close to him, touching him in any possible way - he responds. His mind and his body are craving him. He needs him. And than - he suddenly said to him he heard him screaming his name and not Lorenzos.

He remembers how fast his heart was beating at this point. The worst thing was - he couldn't even remember screaming it out. It must have slipped from his mouth. After all, he drank the entire bottle of wine for god sake.

He tried to hide his feelings for over seven years now. He had to witnessed Andrés marrying the love of his life not only once or twice, but for the fourth time now - and Tatiana was going to be the lucky number five. Martín was there for him on every single wedding. He cheered and danced, he tried to support him. Because if Andrés is happy, so was he. It wouldn't even come to his mind, telling him how he felt, losing everything they have – he wouldn't dare.

And now what? Andrés said he would give him was he needs. That he deserves a reward for his hard work. He flashes back to the moment Andrés was saying it to him and he could feel his whole body start to tembling again. All he had to do was screaming his name and he would get what he desires? No. This was a game for Andrés – he was sure he was just teasing him for disturbing his sleep. There was no chance that he would feel the same way as he does.

A deep sigh escaped his mouth. Martín crumpled up his notes and threw them away. He would just pretend nothing happened at all – after all, he was good at it. He wouldn't risk making a fool of himself by making any moves towards him. Andrés would reject him and he couldn't bear it.

Yes – acting like nothing happened seems to be the responsible choice for him. Everything else would end up in a disaster, which he wouldn't survive at all.

Martín took the bottle of wine that was on his table and poured something into his glass. The sudden crunch of the floor startled him so much that he spills some of the wine on his desk. His whole body tensed up as he saw Andrés entering the room.

He watched him - how he took off his black coat with his matching hat. He wore a dark red suit with a white shirt underneath. He looked powerful. Beautiful.

"Martín…you couldn't wait to open up that bottle of wine? where are your good manners, you disappoint me" Andrés said with a hint of amusement and sarcasm in his voice.

The engineer sat frozen at his desk and before he had the chance to pour some wine into the glass standing next to his, Andrés was walking towards his desk and poured himself something. He held the glass against the light, swirled the wine and watched his movements in the glass. He smelled it and then took a quick sip.

"Mhm…equisito" Andrés purred while closing his eyes.

Martín was still speechless and didn't know what to say - but he had to act normal, he didn't want Andrés to think anything was wrong.

"I – I didn't know when you would be home. Where have you been all day?" he said, trying to say it in a steady voice but failed miserably.

Andrés smiled at his friend question. He put his glass on Martíns desk and started to take off his suit jacket.

"You'll be surprised. I met my hermantio– he has arrived this morning and I showed him the beauty of italy." Andrés said with a big grin on his face.

"Wait, Sergio is in Italy? Where is he?" Martín asked with a real suprisment in his voice.

"No, he isn't anymore. It was a short visit, he flew back. Even through, he will stay here for the wedding."

At the mention of Andrés upcoming wedding, Martín took a deep breath and he could feel his heart starting to clunch painfully in his chest.

"Right…I hope you had fun with your brother." he shortly answered and looked away.

"Yes, it was wonderful - and you? What were you doing all day, on your own? You were working on the plan, you lost track of time again, am I right my dear engineer?" Andrés said, as he continued walking towards him.

Andrés approached him and they were standing really close to each other – so close, that Martín swallowed hard and feard that the men in front of him could hear his steady heartbeat. Before he had chance to answer Andrés was sliding both of his fingers along his face.

Martín was breathing hard by now. He closed his eyes the second his fingers touched his face.

"Andrés…what are you doing?" he rasped out, opening his eyes again, staring directly on his lips.

Andrés had a tender smile on his face. "Tranquilo. I told you, I would give you what you need."

Martíns head became dizzy. He wanted to ask him what game he's playing but before he got the chance to say something, Andrés put one finger against his lips. He slowly leaned forward until his mouth was right on Martin's ear.

"Tell me one thing cariño, how many times did you screamed my name while being fucked by them, imagining it was me, huh?" he whispered roughly and licked his earlobe with his tongue.

Martín moaned. His legs were shaking and he felt like he couldn't breath. He could feel Andrés smirk against his face and their lips were only inches apart.

"How many times, huh? Tell me." he demanded to know as he put both of his hands around Martíns neck, holding him even closer now.

"Every time" Martín whispered barely audibly.

But Andrés heard him clearly and the second these words escaped Martíns beautiful lips, Andrés was closing the distance between them and crushed his lips on his mouth.

Martín moaned loadly.

"Andrés.." he groans but his sentences was broken up by Andrés lips, teeth and tongue over his own. He parted his lips to give him easier access, adding his own tongue to play with.

Martín yelped and groaned as soon their tongues were tangling with each other.

Finally unable to help himself, Martín hold his neck with both hands and and started to kiss him back as deeply as he could.

Suddenly, Andrés was guiding Martín off him, breaking the kiss and Martín whimpered at the loss of contact.

Martín didn't get the opportunity to realize what just happened, because in the next moment Andrés pressed him against the wall. One rough hand reached up to to gasp a fistful of Martíns hair, snapping his head to the side to allow himself to move his mouth on his delicate long throat, biting hard at the soft skin he found there. It was hard enough to leave a mark on his neck. Visible for everyone.

Martín shivered and buckled his hips from the pleasure and moaned loudly enough for every other person at the monastery to hear it.

"Ah, enthusiastic aren't you? he asked as he licks on his neck again.

"Ahh…more…" Martín managed to say.

"And so vocal…you aren't a silent one, are you?" Andrés purred as he let go of his throat and looked directly into his eyes.

Martín actually blushed.

"It's astonishing how you can even blush now" he chuckled deeply.

Martín felt his throbbing cock inside his pants, pressed against Andrés lower body and he swears that he can't remember a time, where he was that much aroused. He was afraid to make any sudden moves that could push Andrés away, but he didn't know how much more he could take - he couldn't lie to himself for much longer, he wanted his pants off.

As if Andrés had read his thoughts, he unbuckled his belt and freed him from his tight pants. He instantly let out a deep sigh of relief, but it was soon replaced with a deep growl that escaped his mouth, as soon as Andrés reaches inside his underwear to grip tight around the base of his cock. Martín inhales sharply, pushing hard into his touch.

„I- -fuck.." Martín whispered.

"You know what cariño" Andrés speaks low into Martíns ear, teeth and tongue gazing his lobe before he sucks hardly on it.

"Now you can scream my name as loud as you want"

His thump traces along the throbbing vein of Martíns cock, causing his body to shake in front of him.

"Aaaa… Andréés…" was all Martín could manage to say before he cried out in pleasure, letting out a sobbing moan, while his cock was jerking in Andrés hand.

Martín had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. The wall behind him was the only thing that kept him from falling to the ground.

He felt a hand caressing his cheek. He openend his eyes to see Andrés staring at him. He had a tender smile on his face.

"I told you mi amor, I would take care of your need" was all he said before he turned away and left the Martín alone against the wall.