That one time where Martín was the one desired by a women instead of Andrés

Martín x Andrés OS

"For fuck's sake, Andrés. You know, that's a really bad idea."

Andrés smiled at Martín's somewhat angry remark, as he felt his companion's hands waving more and more frantically on his collar. He understood Martín's agitation and apprehension. He understood, but this was an unprecedented opportunity, and he would be there. Therefore everything would be all right.

Slowly, he took the still active hands on his collar into his own. He caressed them for a few moments, observing Martín's reactions.

"Let's see cariño... You know we can't refuse. And then... Don't forget that I'll always be by your side."

Martín sighed in exasperation and Andrés knew at that moment that he had won. His smile widened and a silence fell between the two men. They judged each other with their eyes before Martín decided to break the silence, agreeing with Andrés.

"Fine. I'll go with you."

*//*

Martín was leaning against the bar that had been set up for the evening. With a sex on the beach in his hand, he watched his partner flirting with one of the many women in the audience. He grunted slightly before taking a sip of his cocktail.

He wasn't jealous -well, maybe a little-, he knew that Andrés was doing all this for their "mission"...

Ah, the mission... Their goal was to seduce someone high enough up in the hierarchy to obtain informations useful to their plan. And who was the best in the field of seduction than Andrés ? Martín sighed, wondering why Andrés had insisted on his presence. It's not as if he was the gayest man on the planet...

He gritted his teeth when he heard a laugh that he could recognize among all.

Knowing that their target was putting his hands on Andrés, on his partner, made him mad with rage. He wasn't possessive, he knew better than anyone that Andrés wasn't "his own", but still. He was his best friend after all. He shook his head vigorously before turning his back to the bar. He quickly looked for the desired persons, which was not that far away. He frowned when he saw the Spanish man's smile directed at the woman. Andrés was as magnificent and charismatic as ever. He was radiant. Literally. Martín's expression, which had softened slightly, tensed up when he saw the said Andrés turn in his direction with a strange expression on his face. He swallowed, a shiver ran down his spine and a bad feeling settled in him. The feeling grew bigger when he saw Andrés pointing at him. He turned away sharply, again facing the bar in front of the man's interrogating gaze laden with drinks. Martín took a sip of his cocktail, wishing that the alcohol would cloud his mind and calm the irregular beating of his heart. He wasn't very comfortable in this environment, surrounded by unknown people who were only waiting for one false step to judge him. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. His breathing quickened, and his thoughts were disjointed. Caught in all these sensations, he could only calm himself by feeling Andrés' hand on his shoulder. Martín turned towards him and all his fears and doubts vanished in front of the man's ever-charming smile.

"Andrés..." Martín sighed, nodding apprehensively, "What's going on ?"

He sat down next to him, and the distance between them was greatly reduced. Martín swallowed and gradually regained his composure. He smiled at Andrés and waited for him to speak again to explain the situation. Unfortunately for Martín, this was not long in coming.