Start Again

Only You

*Note: I've been throwing around the idea of making a book of ones shots with late 70s & 80s musicians? If anyone is interested let me know because if not then I just won't bother. Anyway just one more chapter left after this one then that's the end. It makes me a little sad to think that it'll all be over, but here's a gif of Martin being absolutely adorable to cheer you, and me, up*

I was surprised, and glad, to find that there was alcohol at the photo shoot. There was also food, but I was more interested in the alcohol. I had a few drinks and actually found myself relaxed while the pictures were being taken. Normally I was slightly uncomfortable.

I drank more but still managed to control how tipsy I was, but it was obvious I was drunk. My laugh was a little too long and a little too loud for jokes that hadn't been very funny to begin with and my tongue had been a little too loose. I let a few things past my lips that I wouldn't say sober.

The sound of that familiar deep Essex accent shook me slightly out of my tipsiness. It was Dave yelling from the door as he walked in with the rest of the lads in tow.

"Blair! I brought your boyfriend!" He yelled as he slung his arm around Martin's shoulder. "Oh Christ" I mumbled as I ran my fingers through my hair. I tried to prepare myself for the group of drunk men who were about to embarrass me.

"Take it off!" Alan yelled as they walked closer to me. I laughed but had to hide my face behind my hands out of embarrassment. "Guys, I'm in the middle of working" I said and rolled my eyes as the group of men had started to move around the set.

"Dave, don't touch that! And Fletch get your tongue out of Alan's ear!" I scolded them sounding like a mother trying to control misbehaving children. "Excuse me while I try to wrangle my men" I said to the photographer who called for a break. I grabbed Dave by the arm and pulled him along with me as I tried to separate Fletch and Alan.

"Stop it, we don't do that in public" I said to them as Fletch continued to laugh. Martin seemed to be the only one who wasn't trying to either destroy something or trying to lick someone. "You look beautiful" Martin said grinning at me. I quickly kissed him a few times before having to stop because Alan's tongue was in my ear.

"Why are you guys here?" I asked as I pushed Alan off of me. "We wanted to see you" Dave replied as he hugged me and placed his head on my shoulder. "Thank you, but you have to leave. I only have maybe fifteen more minutes before I'm done" I said as I pat Dave on the head.

"I have an idea. Just don't go anywhere, I'll be right back" I instructed and pulled myself from Dave's arms. I grabbed the spare hotel room key that I had shoved in my pants pocket and was glad to see that the men hadn't moved from their spot. "Here, go back to my room and I'll be there soon" I explained as I handed Martin the key and pushed the group towards the door before returning to my spot in front of the camera.

"Blair, wait!" Martin yelled as he ran up to me. He wrapped his arms around my torso and hugged me tightly as he gently placed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and gripped onto his shoulder tightly as I placed my other hand on the back of his neck. I pulled my lips away from Martin's as he placed his forehead against mine.

"I love you so much, Blair" He said as a choir of awes sounded through the room. "I love you, Martin" I replied as the same chorus of awes echoed. Martin pecked my lips again before pulling away. "Don't lose that key" I said to him. He pressed the room key to his chest.

"I won't lose it. See you at the room?" Martin asked as he slowly walked backwards away from me. "See you at the room" I answered as I smiled at him. "I love you, Blair" He said making me blush. "I love you, Martin" I said now smiling like an idiot with bright red cheeks.

When the photo shoot was over the photographer pulled me away and showed me a few cute pictures he had taken of Martin and I. He told me the photo he took of Martin and I kissing was his favorite from the shoot, it was my favorite too. It didn't take me long to get back to the room and when I opened the door I found the guys still drinking.

"Darling, you're home" Fletch said as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek before he put his tongue in my ear. "Andy! Stop, that's so gross" I said and wiggled free from his arms.

"Just because Alan did it doesn't mean you have to. Now my ear is all wet" I complained as I kicked off my shoes towards the corner of the room. Martin was laying on the bed on his stomach talking to Dave who was sitting across from him in the swivel chair. I bent down and kissed Martin a handful of times.

"What about me?" Dave asked as he smiled up at me. I rolled my eyes at him before placing a small kiss on his forehead. "That's all you get though" I told Dave as I pulled off my jacket and threw it on the corner of the bed.

"Why are you being so shy with Dave now? From what I heard you weren't so shy the other night" Alan said smirking from where he stood leaning against the wall. "Put your tongue back in Fletch's ear and shut up, Alan" Martin replied before I even had the chance to open my mouth. I stuck my tongue out at Alan as I moved onto the bed.

"What happened to your shirt?" I asked Martin as I straddled him and sat down on his butt. "I got hot" He mumbled as I placed my hands on his muscular back. Martin let out a small moan as I began moving my hands down his back.

"Why does everything have to be so sexual with you two?" Dave complained. "You're one to talk" I replied as I rolled my eyes. He gave me a dirty look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dave asked getting upset. "It means that because of the way you dance on stage you have no room to criticize anyone" I said as I mimicked Dave's dancing making Alan and Fletch laugh.

"Blair, you're hurting little Martin" He complained from under me. "Oh I'm sorry, Mart" I said as I quickly got off him before realizing what he said. When it finally settled in I began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Martin asked as he turned onto his back and looked up at me. "You named it little Martin?" I asked still giggling as he sat up. Martin nodded and pulled me onto his lap. "That's funny, I named mine that too" Dave chimed in and gave me a cheeky smile. I laughed and shook my head as I wrapped my legs around Martin.

"You men and your cocks, I don't understand it" I admitted as Martin placed his hands on my waist. "Your tits don't have names?" Dave asked. I shook my head. "Nope, nothing on my body has a name" I said and shrugged.

"Can I name them?" Martin asked as his vibrant green eyes stared up at me. "Mart, you can do whatever you'd like to them. I'm all yours" I replied as I lightly brushed my lips against his. He smirked at me before placing a small kiss on my lips. It didn't take me long to realize why he was smirking.

I could feel 'little Martin' against my leg now. I raised my eyebrows at him as my cheeks heated up. Martin winked at me before placing his lips against mine. I placed one hand on the back of his neck and gripped onto his soft curls with the other. He moved his lips down to my neck and began kissing and nipping at my neck.

"Do they know we're still here?" Fletch asked. Martin laugh against my neck making me squirm in his arms. "Mart, don't" I said giggling as he started kissing my neck more in response. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him away from my neck. His lips met mine as he slowly started to lay down on the bed pulling me with him.

"I don't think they care. Let's leave before they start taking off clothes" Alan replied sounding disgusted. I didn't care if they stayed or not, I just cared that I was with Martin. I waved to the three men as they left us alone but never moved away from Martin as his tongue wrapped around mine.