Minerva POV

'What? Are you two... ? Miné?!'

"MARTIJN YOU PRICK! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?

Sorry it was just him"

I'm turning around, leaving Martijn over my back.

'Oh don't worry, I know he's an asshole. BTW how about we spend this beautiful night out in the crowd instead of the backstage?'

"Sounds good to me.... Plus Martijn surely has some beautiful lasers to offer us"

I feel his arm wrapping around my waist, in a comfortable and caring way.

' He might be an asshole but the kid has some talent. Well, see you later... '

"Yes, I'll call you when I am on the way back"

'Bye dear'

"See you!"

And I close the call.

Martijn is coming closer and closer to my body, until I can feel his chest on my back.

His head finds the way to my shoulder, and he whispers in my ear.
"You have to admit that I have some talent in imitating some sounds too"

"I am going to kill you one of these days"

I turn around, facing Martijn and laying my head on his chest. He's still hugging me, but he soon starts to play with my hair.

We definitely look like a couple, but I'd love to kill him too.

I'm massaging his chest, going down to his abdomen but feeling some hard tissues on his stomach.

"Do you still have your meal in your stomach?"

"Yeah... I hope this gets down before tonight"

"You should drink an hot tea to warm your stomach... Unless you want to throw up in seconds."

"Oh, do you really think so?"

"Christina is going to be a doctor and suggested me this when I felt this hardness. I trusted her "

"So, miss doctor or whatever. Do you want some tea too?"

"No thanks, that's OK...."

......

Martijn ordered some tea to have in his room and now he already opened the door to the room service girl.

"Aahh this is as hot as lava"

He sits on the bed again, waiting for his tea to cool down a bit. In the meanwhile, I start to massage his belly to make space for the stomach content.

"You'll make me fart!"

"Don't even try to...."

"Hahaha uhhh...."

He gasps. What's bothering him?

"Are you feeling any pain?"

"No, I think I have to fart. No, ok. That wasn't it"

I make his shirt ride up, unveiling his slightly swollen abdomen. He's definitely having a trouble with poo here.

"don't even try to do it with me next to you. Unless your farts smell like roses"

"This morning I had to fart right next to my girlfriend. And trust me, none of us liked it"

I can't do anything but smile at the thought of Charelle running away from him.

"God bless that poor girl" I tell Martijn, him laughing.

I'm focusing on the massage, looking at Martijn's navel. It's not common to see one like this.

Going down a little with my sight I can appreciate the top of his v-line, falling into his jeans.

"Ohhhh, so Martijn hasn't only fat around here...." I tell him tracing his v-line with my fingers, down to his jeans.

"Yeah, even if Charelle complained. I'll have to start hitting the gym again"

"You are amazing anyway Marty, now I think that your tea is cool enough to be drank"

Martijn slowly sits on the bed, resting his back on the headboard. He starts to drink his hot beverage, covering his tummy with his shirt.

"So.... Tell me something about you" I ask him to get to know actually Martijn, not the dj: the human.

"Well. As you can see I like food...." he says while leaving an hand on his belly.

"Something I don't know, please"

He's laughing, his white teeth taking part to a beautiful smile.

"My grandfather is Indonesian.... Is it OK?"

I'm surprised. For real.
"Yeah, that was ok "

"Then.... Mhhh. I don't know."

"Is it true that you are a model for Armani?"

"Yes"

I'm wondering why.... He's just so cute.

Then he asks
"Do you really think that?"

Fuck. I said it out loud....

"You are really handsome, and you know it" I answer making my hand ride up his left leg from the knee to the pelvis.

"Sometimes I just feel like shit"

"Why?"

"I just, I have no idea actually. I feel like I'm not enough" he leaves his empty mug on top of the bedside table.

"Not enough for who? Your girlfriend?"

He nods.

"Only a stupid would say no to a beautiful mind like yours"

"Then, would you say yes?"

"What do you mean? "

He stays silent for a while.
"No, it was just an example"

"ok then. BTW I don't know"

"Your choice would depend on... What?"

"on your IQ. And your ability"

"I don't get the second" he says.

"You know what I mean.... Really. You should be able to understand since you had it this morning"

His sight darkens. He comes closer and closer to my ear, whispering
"oh my dear.... You know I can do whatever you want.... And I can do it till you get to the stars"

"So, it would depend only on your IQ, wouldn't it?" I answer, trying to make him feel better, feel enough.

"Then I'm out!"

He laughs, I'm laughing too. I'm still massaging his leg, but this time I get to the belly to feel the warmth of the hot beverage that made it to the intestine.

"OK boy. Time to go!"

He laughs, saying
"please let me stay here another ten minutes...."

"you know, we have to go... "

"Does it mean that I have get up from the bed ?"

"Yes"

He groans, laying on the bed, arms and legs open.

I get off of bed, adjusting my jumpsuit to avoid showing too much of my ass.

Martijn gets up too, pulling up his pants and adjusting them on the waist putting on a belt.

Looking at himself in the mirror he adjusts his +x shirt and turns around to look at his bottom.

And then he puts his hands in the jeans pockets, turning to me.

"Do you really think that I look good?"