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Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas
Damon heard the sound of a motorcycle and smiled. Tristan was in.
“Tell you what,” he interrupted the ramblings of his accountant, “let’s do this in the study. You do know where it is don’t you?”
“Of course Damon.” The accountant quickly turned and headed towards the study.
Damon got to the door just as Tristan pushed it open.
“Hey.” Damon said softly, taking in Tristan’s look. He looked good enough to eat in a tight black V-neck T-shirt, leather jacket and ratty jeans that broke over his boots just the right way. He looked particularly dangerous in leather. And he smelled incredible. “Damn you look good.”
Tristan grinned as if to say there was no use denying it.
“You, my friend, would look good even in rags.” Tristan shot back at Damon, his sincerity obvious. “What are you up to?” Tristan asked, ignoring the fluttering inside his belly on hearing Damon’s deep, sexy voice.
“Nothing much. Just going over something with my accountant. We’re not going to take long. Why don’t you head on upstairs. There are drinks in the fridge up there. Help yourself.”
“Okay.” Tristan turned to go.
“Tris?” He heard Damon called out huskily and turned to look at him.
Like slow motion, Damon reached out and pulled Tristan to him and covered his lips with his own. God he had missed those lips. By the time they ended the kiss, Tristan was trembling so bad. They were both getting hard.
“Go.” Damon said hoarsely. He was this close to carrying Tristan upstairs to have his way with him.
“I don’t think I can do that.” Tristan muttered against Damon’s lips, sliding his hands under his t-shirt and running his fingers over Damon’s nipples, drawing an agonized groan from him.
He lifted his chin and licked at the hollow of Damon’s throat, biting the tendon.
“Fuck Tris.” Damon felt his cock swelling even more.
Behind them, someone cleared his throat. Damon groaned with frustration and turned to see who it was. Though it was a holiday and he had given the staff the day off, some were still around. It was his red-faced accountant standing behind him.
“What is it Stanton.” He all but growled at the accountant.
“I left the KAKRA file in my car. I wanted to go and get it.”
“Don’t bother. I have a copy. Just wait for me. I’ll be right with you.” But even before he could finish, the accountant, whose face was beet red, was already rushing back to the study.
“I won’t be long Tristan. Promise.” Damon husked dropping a quick kiss on Tristan’s already swollen lips. Then turning around, he moved towards the study with long strides.
Tristan shrugged out of his jacket and hanged it on the stand beside the door, then headed upstairs. When he got to Damon’s bedroom, he went to get a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and looked around. He was so hard he contemplated getting himself off. But decided to drink some juice, walk around and try to get his mind off his hard-on. Fuck!
Tristan noticed a small gadget that looked like a monitor in a corner of the room and went to take a closer look wondering what it was. He saw an on and off button and curiously turned it on. He immediately knew it was a security camera, and clicked on the last recording. The time on the recording was 2:56 a.m. What Tristan saw next caused the blood to drain from his face. He could clearly see Damon embracing another handsome man at his living room door. One could see they cared about each other. Who was the man? Tristan wondered. Was he Damon’s lover? He laughed bitterly. Of course he was his lover. Why else would he be in his house at such an odd hour? Tristan quickly turned off the device and sat in the couch lost in thought.
What was he to do? Leave? He knew they hadn’t said anything about being exclusive but he thought…just maybe…Damon would be serious about him. He knew the tabloids always carried pictures of Damon with different women. It was obvious he had a pretty busy sex life. But Tristan couldn’t help how he felt about Damon. He loved him God help him.
Tristan felt anger and hurt mixed in his heart but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. If Damon couldn’t be serious about him, he was going to be with him any way he could. And if that meant he was going to have to share with others, so be it. He was a man after all, and should move with the flow right?
When Damon eventually got into the room, it was to find a relaxed Tristan watching golf on TV.
“What are you drinking?” Damon asked going to place some documents on the big study table beside the window.
“Are you okay?” Damon didn’t miss the hitch in Tristan’s voice and turned to give him a closer look.
“Yep.” Tristan stood and went over to where Damon stood beside the table, wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet his desperate kiss. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know…there was somethi…forget about it. Where were we?” Then Damon was bending to capture Tristan’s lips again. Tristan’s lips were soft yet strong against his. He applied just the right amount of pressure and suction, rubbing with lips, caressing with tongue to drive Tristan mad with desire. He nipped his lower lip and then drew it into his mouth to suck it gently, soothing it with the tip of his tongue. It worked.
Tristan groaned harshly and tore off Damon’s t-shirt. “I want you so bad right now.”
“I loved that t-shirt.” Damon said getting hard instantly.
“I will get you a another.” Tristan said pushing Damon backward until he fell onto the bed.
“Move up.” He commanded.
Damon’s heart was beating so hard within his chest he was having a hard time breathing. He moved up till his head was on the pillows and laid still watching Tristan tear his already torn t-shirt into shreds.
But Tristan just crawled up his body and picking his right wrist, proceeded to tie Damon with a strip of the t-shirt. He moved to do same with his other wrist. Damon silently watched what Tristan was doing. Two days earlier, Tristan had said he trusted him. It was now his turn to show he trusted him. He proved that by remaining quiet instead of questioning what he was doing.
Tristan took the remote from the bedside desk and pressed the music button. The beginning chords of the violin for Aerosmith’s ‘I Don’t Wanna To Miss A Thing’ filled the room. When the sexy voice of Steven Tyler started belting out the lyrics, Tristan felt an incredible feeling of love that he never wanted to lose go through him. Shit! He put it on auto repeat.
Then bending over Damon, he took one of his erect nipples into his mouth and bit down softly on it.
“Oh Fuck!” Damon groaned, gazing at the fully clothed Tristan with eyes filled with so much lust.
Tristan blew on the wet nipple and moved to give the other one the same attention. Damon was going out of his mind with pleasure. The thick ridge of his cock was pressing against his fly, begging to be released.
Tristan moved down, dropping kisses on the hairy abs and sexy six-pack. He dipped his tongue into his belly button, giving Damon a tongue fuck that he wasn’t going to forget anytime soon. Damon sucked in a breath, his stomach clenching as Tristan’s worked on his belly button. Then Tristan sat between Damon’s legs and started slowly unbuckling his belt, as if he had all week.
“What’s the rush Damon? We have all day.” He laughed softly at the growl that came out of Damon’s throat. For someone who had a lover over in the early hours of the day, he sure was desperate.
“Untie me Tristan.” Damon demanded roughly, pulling against the binds around his wrist. But Tristan only grinned devilishly at him and shook his head slowly. “What the fuck are you playi…” but the rest of his words got lost in a hoarse cry as Tristan swallowed the head of his cock into his warm mouth. “Fuuuuuck!”
Tristan bobbed his head rapidly to stimulate the head, loving the feel of the jewelry in Damon’s piercing, on his tongue. He was careful to keep his lips over his teeth so he wouldn’t scrape Damon while he sucked him vigorously, his lips bumping over the rim, flicking his warm tongue over the enlarged head.
“Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it.”
Tristan kept sucking until Damon was a shaking mess, his skin tingling, unable to stop the soft sounds he was making. Then taking his mouth off the huge dick, he gently circled the base and slowly, carefully began to move his hand up and down the shaft before sucking the tip back into his mouth. The man had a beautiful organ. Slick, wet, and so hard the veins were visible. Tristan could remember how good it had felt sliding in and out of his body. He wanted Damon’s cum in his mouth. He stroked faster, his hand gliding firmly over his smooth skin, and sucked harder, as if he wanted to draw out his creamy cum into his mouth.
The combined sensation of sucking and the firm stroking of his cock was too much for Damon. His face was flushed with undisguised bliss and his sensual lips parted as he gasped in pleasure, his eyes tightly closed.
“Tris,” he moaned and ached his back.
Tristan’s cock hardened even more and leaked like a faucet within the confines of his jeans at the sound of his name on Damon’s delectable lips. He lifted Damon’s cock and licked his balls until Damon was screaming for him to stop. Tristan took his cock back between his lips and sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, letting his tongue rasp against the slickness of his skin. He took in another inch, his lips flattening, his tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest. Damon’s head thrashed from side to side, the sound of his rough breathing scraping the air around them.
“Oh my God, Tris, what was that?” Damon jerked his hips and his dick went deeper into Tristan’s mouth. “Fuck!”
Tristan was determined to drive Damon out of his mind, wanted to give him something to compare with when he was with his other lovers. He moved, pulling back until only the head rested within his lips, then swirled the tip of his tongue over the slit. He wanted Damon to come harder than he ever had before. He was in his power.
“Oh God Baby, your mouth is amazing.” Damon whispered.
Damon watched Tristan through half-lowered eyelids. He was wonderful, beautiful, sexy, talented and…oh God, he was going to come.
Tristan dipped down on him again, relaxing his throat so he could take him even deeper. Then he swallowed and heard Damon swear in a guttural tone that made him smile around the cock in his mouth. He returned to the tip and used his teeth to scrape against the skin, and just like that, Damon lost it.
“Tristan,” Damon screamed as he came, flooding Tristan’s mouth with warmth. His body shook as Tristan continued to pumped and suck his cock. He filled Tristan’s mouth with his hot, salty, amazing flavor, and Tristan moaned whilst swallowing down the very essence of the man he loved.
“God, Tris.” Damon’s voice was harsh, the words, a tortured pleasure. His cock throbbed inside Tristan’s mouth and he trembled with aftershocks till he stilled. Tristan lapped up the remaining flow of cum, circled his tongue on the head and then released him into the cool air. He lifted his head and their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Neither of them moved. Damon wasn’t sure if he was still capable of breathing.
Watching Damon intently, Tristan could see on his face an expression of pure satisfaction and… love? That couldn’t be! Damon seemed spellbound, amazed at the satisfaction Tristan had just given to him. Tristan move up Damon’s body till his lips were close to his.
“God, Tris…God…that was…”
But before he could finish, Tristan bent and covered his lips with his. He kissed Damon then, long, drawn out, and passionate. Tristan caressed his lips, tasted them, his tongue stroking his, rubbing it. The kiss became frantic as Tristan’s fingers tightened in Damon’s hair. The kiss was so erotic Damon gasped brokenly into Tristan’s mouth.
“Untie me Tris.” Damon whispered against Tristan’s lips.
Tristan sat up and stared down at Damon. He was beautiful. His abs standing out beneath that flawless skin and the soft patch of hair that led right down to where Tristan kneeled, straddling him, his chest…his gorgeous sculpted chest…heaving as he tried to catch the breath.
“Tris please. I want to hold you.” Damon pleaded.
“Are your wrists hurting?” Tristan asked quietly.
“No.” Damon sighed after looking up at his wrists. He could sense that Tristan wasn’t ready to let him go.
“Then No. I’m not done with you just yet.” Tristan said pulling Damon’s jeans together with his boxer briefs off.
“But one thing you should know…that orgasm you just had…must be cherished because you’re not going to get another any time soon.”
That got a groan from Damon who was getting hard again already. Tristan moved to the edge of the bed and picking some of the shredded t-shirt, tied Damon’s ankles to the corners of the bed, leaving him spread eagle. Damon closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
"Fuck, you're hot," Tristan said as he ran his eyes over Damon. "So goddamn sexy."
Then changing the music to Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’, Tristan started undressing, and it was so fucking sexy. But Damon couldn’t help laughing when Tristan actually turned sideways and arched his back a little with his hands on his hips and his elbows pressed back, mimicking a stripper’s move.
“Let’s get it on.” Tristan sang along sexily.
When Tristan striped to his boxer briefs, he went down to a squat and came back up to a full standing position, with his hips swaying whilst he rolled the boxers off his body. Then he draped the boxers over the length of his erection and shook his hips raunchily.
“Yeah Baby!” Damon couldn’t help screaming at that sexy move. Tristan blushed but laughed excitedly and threw the boxers at Damon.
Just as ‘This I Promise You’ by NSYNC started playing, Tristan, his heavy erection bobbing in front of him, got back on the bed, and started kissing a trail down Damon’s belly to the inside of his thigh, stroking down to his feet and kissing each toe.
“Christ Tris.” Damon gasped, “I don’t think I can stand this.”
He proceeded to kiss his way up Damon’s legs, till he got to his inner thigh. Damon was at full mast by then, the metal in his piercing shining with all the pre-cum oozing out. He arched his back and then thrust his hips up, pushing his erection towards Tristan. Pleasure was already building up inside him. Tristan didn’t touch his cock but rather moved up to drop kisses on his stomach.
"C'mon, Tris." Damon groaned as Tristan licked and bit his firm tummy and hummed to himself.
"Patience, they say, is a virtue," Tristan muttered into Damon’s chest earning a curse from Damon.
Tristan leaned over to kiss Damon’s throat as he began to tease him more deliberately with his fingers. He was subjecting him to a sweet torture and Damon didn't know how long he could stand it. He could already feel an orgasm building inside him which was rather surprising considering the fact that he had gone over the edge not too long ago. Tristan nipped lightly at his flat nipple, teasing the hard peak till Damon groaned harshly, his arms straining against the binds. If only Tristan would allow him to touch him, make him feel as good.
“Need to touch you,” Damon said. “Need to, so much. God, you have no idea…”
“I do. But you have to wait.” Tristan said drifting back down his body to suckle hard on his stomach. When he pulled back, Damon sensed how pleased he was to see a little red mark, a bruise forming. He licked down to his hip and without warning, licked the head of Damon’s leaking cock.
“Fuck Tris!” Damon groaned. He was so hard.
He gasped when Tristan slid down and started to nuzzle those heavy balls. From the earlier blowjob, he knew Damon loved having his balls licked and that’s exactly what he did. Damon thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. The building pressure in his groin reached its peak and he tensed.
But before he could even finish what he was saying, Tristan squeezed him hard at the base of his cock, stalling his orgasm.
Then Tristan reached into the side drawer and took out the tube of lube. He squeezed some onto Damon’s already wet cock and some on his own fingers. Whilst stroking Damon and rubbing the lube on him, he used his fingers to open himself up.
“Jesus. That is so hot baby.” Damon gasped, his breath was coming fast as he watched Tristan fucking himself. He had never seen a sight so erotic. Tristan with his lips slightly parted, with tiny moaning sounds coming out of his throat, his hard cock leaking profusely. It was all he could do not to shoot right there.
When Tristan felt he was open enough to take Damon’s monster cock, he straddling his hips facing him and started to lower himself onto him.
“Fuck!” They both said at the same time, making Damon smile.
Closing his eyes, Tristan sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and dropped down. Heat raced up his spine. He tried to relax but Damon was so big. His body opened up one agonizingly slow inch at a time, stretched him to his limits. Tristan shuddered, still incredibly hard. He didn’t even realize he was gasping for breath until Damon spoke softly.
“Baby untie me. I want to help you.”
“No. I got this. Oh God, you’re so… thick.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Feels full but great.”
Then Tristan gasped and moaned loudly. He had all of Damon now. Tristan gasped when he felt the metal at the head of Damon’s cock rub over his pleasure button and fought the orgasm that threatened to explode out of him. He took in deep breaths but couldn’t stop it. He tumbled over the edge with a loud cry as spasms gripped the base of his cock and his ass tightened around Damon’s cock. Damon groaned, watching as thick ropes of cum shot as far as his shoulders, some splattering across his partially open lips. His tongue came out and clicked what was on his lips. Tristan’s body went limp and he fell against Damon. Damon knew he would give anything to be able to wrap his arms around the sexy man lying on him but stubborn Tristan wouldn’t allow it. Shit!
“Kiss me Tris.” Damon whispered shakily.
“I’m not finished with you.” Tristan whispered back breathing hard.
“I know. Kiss me or let me touch you. Please.”
Tristan suckled and licked the side of Damon’s neck until waves of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered, hardening even more inside him. Then he moved to give Damon a kiss so passionate, his toes curled. Damon surged up helplessly into Tristan, making him moan brokenly into the kiss. Tristan took a deep shuddering breath against Damon’s mouth, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. As he kissed Damon, Tristan’s hips starting to move, taking Damon deep.
“Ah, yes,” Damon gasped.
Tristan cried out as he moved to sit up, his rapidly filling cock prodding Damon in the belly. He felt like a total slut like this. This is exactly what he’d been craving…deep, hard penetration. It felt so good he just wanted to feel Damon moving inside him. He didn’t need anything else. Just this. He rode him hard. Tristan threw his head back and screamed when he felt the metal rub constantly on that button. He knew he wouldn’t last long.
He looked down at Damon through his lashed and reached up to twist his own nipples with his fingers. Then he started undulating sensuously, making Damon groan loudly.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, Tris. You feel so good. Perfect.” Damon whispered shakily.
Damon was moving so much the restrains were biting into him, sending bolts of fire through his body. "Oh Fuck, Tris, please I have to cum. Oh God." Damon heard the whimper in his voice and didn't care.
“Too bad. I’m not ready to give it to you.” Tristan said softly.
He didn’t know exactly why but he wanted to hold off Damon’s release for as long as possible. Maybe he was trying to give Damon extra pleasure by holding off his climax. It could also be that he wanted Damon to remember the intensity of their encounter. Maybe he wanted to punish him for fucking another guy after all they had shared the past two days. It might not have meant anything to Damon but at least he expected a little respect.
Damon squirmed. “I need to come.”
“You’ll come when I’m ready to let you.” He replied in a stern voice.
“Tristan,” he said breathlessly. Then Tristan felt it. Damon was already spasming inside him.
“Oh no you don’t.” He quickly got off him and squeezed him at the base of his cock again. Damon groaned and started sweating.
“Fuck!” He exploded. “Baby please.” He added in a whispered.
Tristan didn't reply, just lowered himself, guided Damon's straining cock to his entrance and sunk back down onto it. Then Tristan started to move, riding Damon like he was riding a horse. It was just too much.
Damon gasped. He had never felt like this before. The tight heat surrounding him demanded that he move, but he felt restricted. He also had a feeling he was being punished. For what, he didn’t know. He could see ecstasy and something else on Tristan’s face. Was it hurt? Anger? He couldn’t tell but something was bothering Tristan. He knew if he wanted any relief, he had to get him to talk.
“What is it Tris? Talk to me.” He said softly, watching Tristan bounce on his cock.
Tristan bent and kissed him hard, swallowing the sound of Damon's surprised cry. But the sudden action changed the angle of Damon’s cock, causing Tristan’s prostate to take a direct hit from the barbell attached to the cock in his arse. He couldn’t help the orgasm that tore through him. He screamed into the kiss as he shot between their bodies, bliss unfurled, engulfed him. His muscles began to tighten deliciously around Damon, causing Damon to groan deep in his throat. Tristan kept moving, taking Damon deep. Damon broke their kiss, his sweaty face flushed as he stared up at Tristan. God, he was beautiful with his face contorted in ecstasy.
“Tris? Look at me,” Damon whispered, hating that he’d closed his eyes. Tristan’s lashes rose and his lips fell apart as he fell faster on Damon’s cock. “Baby, what is bothering you?”
Tristan knew he wasn’t the kind of person who kept things bottled up. He needed to know exactly where he stood with Damon. Though he had told himself to go with the flow, he just couldn’t. Looking down at Damon, seeing the fire in his gaze, the worry in his eyes, the barely controlled passion as sweat dotted his body, Tristan just knew he had to know. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
“One question,” Tristan said shakily.
“If I walked out this door and hooked up with the next sex kitten to cross my path, would you be okay with that?”
Damon groaned. “Fuck, no.”
“Me either. So what the fuck were you doing with that guy at 2:56 a.m.?”
The look on Damon’s face was priceless. He looked confused, shocked and then more confused. Tristan knew the very instant Damon realized just who he was referring to because his eyes widened and he turned to look at the monitoring device.
“The fuck Tris! Were you…”
“No I wasn’t snooping on you.” He said before Damon could finish asking.
Tristan started slowing down his movement as he felt his heart breaking. Backstreet Boys’ ‘I’ll Never Break Your heart’ playing softly in the background didn’t help matters. Tristan felt the tears well up in his eyes as he stared down at the myriad of emotions running across Damon’s face. Shit, he couldn’t do this. He wanted him all to himself or nothing at all.
“Tell me?” He whispered, and then gasped when he felt the wetness on his face. He hadn’t even realized tears were running down his face.
Damon’s heart gave an unpleasant lurch when he saw the tears on Tristan’s face.
“Baby untie me.” He demanded. He pulled against his binds and felt the burn in his wrists and ankles.
But Tristan only shook his head as he increased his movement.
“Fuck!” Damon lost all thoughts at the sensations that coursed through him.
Tristan moved faster, the metal head of Damon’s cock gliding over his prostate again and again. He looked down and saw his prick, slick with his cum, starting to fill again and groaned. Then he looked into the glazed eyes of Damon and knew he had to give him relief.
“Want you to come." He whispered and started undulating on Damon’s cock and tightening his arse muscles. Then he began to move faster over Damon. Faster. Damon’s eyes fluttered closed as Tristan reached down his fingers and pinched his flat nipples. He tugged and twisted them.
“Fuck!” Damon shuddered at the mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock jerked inside Tristan’s arse.
He pulled against his bindings as the pleasure radiating from his nipples coursed in all directions of his body. His head fell back as his hips moved helplessly, just letting the sensations drive him.
Tristan felt Damon freeze, his eyes rolling back as he screamed like a wounded animal. Then he felt the cock in his arse pulse and throb as Damon shot deep into him, his body jerking as he came hard. Spasms of unending pleasure wracked his body and he growled with the intensity of the climax that roared through him.
Damon pulled his arms down hard, with the force of his orgasm and tore both wrists from the point they had been tied to. He felt the sharp bite of the binds around his wrists but didn’t care. He sat up making them both moan, keeping Tristan on his still spasming cock, and took Tristan’s cock into his palm, stroking him fast and hard.
Tristan didn’t even bother trying to muffle his groan as Damon stroked him off with firm hands. His hand felt so good on his cock. The way Damon's thumb brushed over the head of his cock felt fucking amazing and his balls pulled up tight, ready to spill.
Damon bent and latched onto his nipple. He gripped the hard tip of his nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as Tristan’s cries echoed around them. Tristan was going out of his mind with sizzling pleasure.
“Oh fuck Damon… that feels so good.” He gasped brokenly.
Then Damon moved up to suck lightly at his neck, and Tristan cried out when Damon bit down on his skin, his teeth sank into the tender spot between his shoulder and neck, a painless hold that conveyed the rawness of his pleasure.
“Want to hear you come for me.” Damon said huskily.
Tristan closed his eyes and shuddered as Damon captured his mouth in a hot kiss. Damon’s fingers found and pinched at Tristan's nipple until his back arched, moaning helplessly into the kiss.
He screamed as pleasure seared through his body, washing from the point where Damon was sucking on his tongue, to where his fingers twisted his sensitive nipple, down to his thumb rubbing the head of his weeping cock and finally, to the bite of that barbell at the tip of Damon’s cock on his prostate.
“Come for me, Baby.”
Tristan screamed Damon’s name and came hard, his hips bucking as he shot over Damon’s hand, not shooting as much, but the feeling much more intense. Damon didn’t relent on his stroking; he worked that cock as he kept slamming up into Tristan, lifting his head to stare into his eyes when his cries began to reach a crescendo.
Blissful shudders rolled through Tristan like waves. He waited until the last one had passed and sagged against Damon, burying his head in his neck. His third orgasm had Tristan weak as everything was wrung out of him. Damon thought he had fainted once again. Firm fingers tilted Tristan’s chin up and warm lips moved over his seductively. He responded immediately, his fingers coming around Damon’s neck. Damon could tell he was trying to gather whatever strength he had left to do so.
“Don’t faint on me now.” He murmured against those swollen lips.
Tristan opened his eyes just in time to see Damon lick his fingers clean of his cum. The act was so erotic he shuddered.
"Oh God," he moaned.
“You taste so good, Tris.”
With his arms firmly around Tristan, Damon leaned over and released the binds holding his own ankles. Then he turned and placed Tristan in the middle of the massive bed, careful not to slip out of him. Then with his weight fully on his elbow, he stared down at Tristan.
Tristan knew he was blushing and hated every single bit of blood in his body. He moved to cover his face with his arm but Damon stopped him. He squirmed.
“That was Cole.” Damon started quietly. “He had a fight with Briana and came here because he needed someone to talk to. I did point out to him that he should have stayed with her and tried to solve the problem instead of running out on her. I sent him back to her. What you saw was two friends hugging each other and nothing more.”
“Oh my God.” Tristan groaned going even redder. “I’m so sorry Damon. I tho…thought…I am sorry.” He ended in a whisper.
“Is that the best you can do?” Damon asked teasingly. Tristan was jealous and for some reason, that thrilled Damon. “The last time I checked, people got punished only when they did something wrong. Looks like I rather got punished for being good.”
“What do you want me to do?” Tristan whined.
Damon bent to kiss his swollen lips. “I don’t know.” He murmured against his lips, “surprise me.”
“But…a fight? Didn’t they get engaged just yesterday?” Tristan looked incredulous.
“Communication Tris. It’s very important in every relationship. It can cause breakups.” Damon murmured against his lips.
Tristan reached up and captured Damon’s face between his palms and brought his lips firmly down on his, kissing him fiercely. Damon’s mouth opened wide, letting Tristan in, his tongue forging into his mouth and twining with his. Damon gripped Tristan’s hands in one hand and held it above his head, then holding his chin steady with his other hand, used his tongue to fuck his mouth with hot, possessive strokes. Nothing else existed but the two of them.
Tristan moaned into the kiss when he felt Damon’s cock twitch inside him. Damon released Tristan’s hands and raised his legs over his shoulders and started rocking into him at a slow pace…which didn’t last. He soon started pounding into him, the metal slamming against Tristan’s gland with every thrust.
Words were gone. Damon filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull, every kiss. There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into him, hard deep lunges that had Tristan crying out Damon’s name as he felt each hard thrust stretching him, caressing him. Damon fucked him with quick long strokes that stole his breath and had his senses rioting as he drove him closer and closer to the brink.
Tristan whimpered against the need, thrashing against the bed as desperate mewling moans tore from his throat. He felt the build up again and didn’t think his body could withstand another earth-shattering moment. But he had no choice. Fire was streaking through his arse, burning him alive with pleasure as he exploded with such force, such overwhelming response, that nothing mattered; nothing existed but the conflagration tightening his body and burning him alive.
“Yes,” he moaned deliriously. “Oh yes, please, please…”
Damon’s cock slid deeper inside him, stretching him, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around him. A ragged groan tore from his lips, the fine line between pleasure and pain so exquisite. Damon growled at Tristan’s ear as he arched and writhed on the thick cock penetrating him, impaling him, its metal head burning. With an inevitability that had becoming familiar, he let go and came again, and it was sweet and agonizing and intense. Tristan lost all his sense of self as an exquisite lightning erupted inside him, sending his senses spinning as ecstasy washed over him with an orgasm so deep, so hard he could only cry out in response.
Damon lowered his lips to cover Tristan’s, swallowing his screams. Tristan’s eyes closed. There was no control, no strength to hold them open as Damon kissed him with a melting passion that left him weak.
With Damon’s lips moving on his, his hips straining against his, driving his cock in harder, faster, that piece of metal driving him out of his fucking mind, sending bolts of sensation tearing harder through his body, Tristan kept coming. His back arched as everything inside him exploded. His channel tightened around the surging erection until he heard Damon gasp and swear, swelling even more within him, which signalled his own release. It lit a fuse to Tristan’s already exploding senses and sent him reeling again as he felt Damon’s hot cum jetting inside him.
“Tristan!” Damon growled, as he filled Tristan with his thick, hot semen. “Fuck, you feel so good baby.”
Tristan could feel him coming inside him, thick hard cock pulsing inside his body and Damon, shuddering and twitching, lost in sensation. Tristan wrapped strong arms around him, holding him tightly.
Damon collapsed onto Tristan, burying his head in his neck.
"You drive me out of my fucking mind Tris.” Damon growled in his ear, still trying to catch his breath.
“Same here,” Tristan's voice was lazy and satiated.
"Are you Okay, Baby?" Damon whispered, in a voice much steadier than he thought possible.
He tried to move slightly to ease his aching back.
"No, please don't move," Tristan gasped.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing...nothing!" he said. "But, if you move I'm gonna cum again."
"And this is a bad thing?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Just let me calm down a little bit, Asshole," he panted.
“An Asshole in your asshole. Ironic.” Damon burst out into laughter.
“Shut up.” The two laughed uncontrollably.
Damon stayed put for another few minutes, dropping tiny kisses all over Tristan’s face.
“Baby I need to pull out otherwise you’ll be very sore.” Damon said softly.
“Hmm I’ll miss you.” Tristan whined.
“You mean you’ll miss my dick.”
Tristan couldn’t help the moan that tore out of his throat when Damon withdrew from his clutching channel. He moaned at the delicious pulling sensation, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Tristan whimpered and kissed Damon, almost sobbing from the exquisite sensations. He felt warm lips brushing against his. Exhaustion rode him now, as hard as lust had ridden him minutes before. His eyes fluttered opened, his vision sleep-blurred as he stared into Damon’s sexy blue eyes, sighing in blissful, sated pleasure.
"Forgive me?" he whispered still trying to catch his breath.
"Shhh," Damon whispered softly against his swollen lips.
"We need a shower." Tristan said sleepily.
"Can do that. After a nap." Damon wrapped his arms around him and Tristan snuggled into him, one leg hooking over Damon's thighs, one arm circling his waist.
"But I’m leaking so bad and I’m feeling sticky too.”
“Okay. Shower first. Then nap. How about that?"
“Perfect.” Tristan whispered.
“Wait here. Going to run us a bath.” Damon said getting out of bed.
After a while he came back to find Tristan sleeping.
“Hey,” He said shaking the sexy angel in his bed. Sleepy green eyes opened to look up at him.
“Bath is ready. Want me to carry you?”
“Liar.” Damon snickered, picking Tristan up and heading for the bathroom.
They lathered and washed each other, then just soaked in warm water, with Tristan relaxing against Damon’s chest. They sat in a comfortable silence as Tristan kept dropping kisses on the marks around Damon’s wrists caused by his struggle against them.
“So why the piercing?” Tristan asked breaking the silence. He really wanted to know.
“Don’t you like it?” Damon gave a throaty laugh.
“I didn’t say that.”
“So you like it?” Damon asked in a teasing voice.
“I love it and you know it. I just want to know what made you do it that’s all.”
“Hmm… what made me do it… an ex.”
“An ex told you to pierce your dick and you just went ahead and did it?” Tristan turned to give Damon an incredulous look making Damon laugh.
“It wasn’t like that. She had a number of piercings on her body which couldn’t be seen from the outside. They…fascinated me. So I researched and got to know about the Albert piercing and the Apadravya. What I have is the Apadravya.”
“So what made you choose the Apadravya?”
“Why the third degree?” Damon chuckled.
“It is generally thought of as pleasurable for sexual partners, since the top of the piercing is positioned such that it directly stimulates the G-spot in both males and females during sex.”
“You actually pierced your dick just so you could please people during sex?” Tristan looked shocked.
“Not just for the pleasure of my partners Tris. The apadravya is usually very pleasurable to wear, as it stimulates the penile tissues internally. So you see, I’m always ready to go.”
Tristan laughed at that. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. So consider yourself warned. Wherever I see you, I’m gonna want to fuck you. Because you make my blood boil Tristan, and I can’t combine that and my already stimulated dick.” Damon murmured, nuzzling the side of his neck.
Tristan moaned at the combination of those erotic words and the sensual caress. It was pure bliss.
“Cut it out Reid. I’m asking questions here. So can you take it out?”
“Sure. Want me to?”
“Hell No.” Tristan relaxed against Damon again. “I love your dick and all its trimmings.
Damon threw his head back and laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Tristan's fingers found the head of his cock and swept over it. "Oh, Christ! It loves you right back baby.”
“Do you think my dad will accept me being gay?” he asked quietly.
“You’re not gay Tris. You like girls remember? You fuck them all the time.”
“But that’s just it. I just fuck them. I don’t feel anything for them. But with you…” He trailed off, groaning loudly at what he had almost revealed. Damon froze.
“What are you saying Tris?” He asked quietly. Too quietly.
After a long silence during which Damon remained tense behind him, Tristan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck this.” He muttered. “I…I love you Damon. I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it. I’m in love with you.” He whispered brokenly.
“Oh God, Tris.” Damon groaned burying his face in Tristan’s hair.
Then turning Tristan to face him, he kissed him fiercely. A kiss full of hunger. The intensity of emotions shattered their control, sweeping them both along, as their breaths mingled and their teeth clashed. Damon could taste the salt on Tristan’s lips and knew they were tears.
When they finally pulled back to breathe, Damon found his arms were trembling so bad and wrapped them tightly around Tristan. He remembered Chris’ words and groaned. He knew what he had to do. Though it was going to hurt both of them, he had to and his heart was breaking. He had to stop this before it went any further. It was bad enough as it was.
“Oh baby.” He groaned rocking Tristan in his arms. He already hated himself for what he was about to do.
They sat eating pizza that they had ordered in, watching an episode of ‘Two and a Half Men’.
“God, Alan is hilarious.” Tristan said laughing uncontrollably.
“Tell me about it. Snooping in other people’s wallets, looking for ‘lose cash’. Imagine.”
“The guy’s a douchebag.”
“Talking of snooping.” Damon got up and went over to a similar monitor to the one in his bedroom. He picked it up and came to sit beside Tristan.
“Dude I said I wasn’t snooping. And I have apologized.” Tristan said quietly.
“Oh I know Tristan. Just wanted to teach you how to operate this gadget very well. You see it has some interesting stuff on it which I know you’ll love to see.”
Damon pressed a button which brought out a lot of video clips as though they were on you-tube.
“Wow.” Tristan breathed. “Are all these on there?”
“Yep. Let’s check some out.” Damon clicked on one. It was a video clip of Damon and his mum laughing at something in his kitchen. Tristan smiled.
“You are a mummy’s boy.”
“Look who’s talking.” Damon retorted.
“Fuck off.” Tristan laughed.
They went through a number of clips till they got to one where Damon was sitting on a bed…not his bedroom…with a beautiful blonde. She had her head on Damon’s chest and he had his arms around her with his lips buried in her hair. Though they were fully clothed and were not moving at all, it was a very intimate posture. Tristan could feel his chest tightening.
“Who is that?” Tristan’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“That’s Maya.” Damon said in a casual voice.
“Okay. And who’s she?” Tristan’s asked already dreading the answer.
“That’s my fiancée. You…I thought you knew Tris.” Damon turned to look at Tristan.
“Knew what?” Tristan whispered, his face draining of all colour.
“Well we were supposed to get married about three months ago but she had to travel to Brazil for a stint. She’s a medical doctor. She’s due back next month. Then there’s going to be a wedding. I’m really not looking forward to it. Wish we could elope or something but our mothers will have none of that.”
Damon had said all this whilst looking on the monitor. He felt Tristan stand. Damon almost died when he looked up into Tristan’s face. Raw anguish shimmered in those lovely green eyes. Tristan looked lost. Shit!
“I’ve got to go.” Tristan said in a hoarse voice.
“Tris don’t tell me you didn’t know about Maya.” Damon said looking all serious.
“It doesn’t matter Damon. I know now don’t I? Thanks for telling me. See you around.” Tristan said heading towards the door.”
“Hey come on! I thought we were just having fun like two adults T.T. You’re going to just walk out the door because I have a fiancée?”
“Screw you Damon.” Tristan shouted, anger taking over his emotions. So now he was T.T.? He used to hate Damon calling his Tristan but had come to love the fact that, he was the only person who actually did. “So you decided to screw around simply because your fiancée left town? Is that how you play with people’s emotions? My emotions? You call this fun?”
“Ow come on don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy all this Tristan. I have on record that you did.”
“You recorded us?” Tristan’s felt dizzy all of a sudden and had to sit down. He sat on a stool near the door. Damon was instantly on his knees beside him.
“Are you okay Baby?”
“I’m not your Baby. And get the hell away from me.” Tristan knew he needed to get out of there. But he didn’t want to stand and fall flat on his face in front of Damon. That would be the ultimate humiliation.
“Tris, this changes nothing. We can still have fun on the side.”
Before Tristan knew what he was doing, he pulled back his arm and let fly, catching Damon's jaw with a neat right.
"Fuck," Damon swore as Tristan's fist connected with his jaw.
“I can’t share you with anyone. Can’t you get that into your stupid head? Now stay the fuck away from me. From today onwards, all we are to each other is business partners. Nothing more.”
With that, Tristan stood up, grabbed his jacket from the stand, and left. Damon knew it was dangerous for Tristan to ride in his current mood. But also knew he wouldn’t accept a ride from him. He quickly grabbed the keys to his Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon, all the while rubbing his bruising jaw. What the fuck had he done?
Damon got into his car just as Tristan tore out of the parking shed. Damon sped after him. He only turned back when he saw Tristan enter the gate of his house. He didn’t want to linger and risk being spotted by the Thomases. Damon wanted to go in there after Tristan but knew he couldn’t. But he could feel. And it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.
Sniffling into his pillow, Tristan waited for the hole in his heart to stop stabbing him with pain. He waited to not feel like his life was over. That’s all he felt though…that everything was over. What they had, obviously hadn’t meant anything to Damon. To him, it had just been meaningless sex. If anyone knew what sex for the sake of sex meant, it was Tristan. He knew all about meaningless sex, but he thought the two of them had connected on an emotional level. Apparently he couldn’t have been more wrong. He’d never meant anything romantic to Damon. Nothing.
Tristan was no longer hurt, just kind of numb. He tried to ignore how dead he felt inside over the next few days. Nothing was vivid to him beyond the pain that throbbed through him like a constant dull ache. He lost weight and slept a lot without feeling rested. His mother was very worried and demanded to know what was going on but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her anything.
What scared Tristan even more was the day he woke up to find Adriana, his sister in bed with him. She said she had heard him crying and had come in to check up on him, only to find out that he had been crying in his sleep. She did the only thing she could…hold him through the night.
Now it was morning and Adriana wanted some answers. Nobody wanted to see their kid brother hurting so much.
“T.T.? What’s wrong?” She was all seriousness.
“Nothing Addie.” Tristan had replied in a croaky voice. Shit! He had actually been crying in his sleep? That was so fucked up.
Adriana was silent for a moment.
“T.T. this is me you’re talking to. What is it? Please tell me.” Her voice was soft and comforting, and that was Tristan’s undoing. Uninvited, his tears began to flow. He had cried so often in the last few days.
“Please T.T.” she pleaded, and the anguish in her voice reflected his.
“I’ll be fine.” He sobbed, holding on tightly to Adriana. Tristan knew he was a blubbering mess but couldn’t help it. Adriana held him till he quieted down.