“Unfortunately, the door lock will not be scared of you, Miss Eleanor the great. How does the commissioner idea seem about now?” She continued to ignore his existence, as she fished for something on her head, retrieving two bobby pins from her bun. Roth watched in confusion, and it wasn’t until she bent the head of one pin using her teeth and inserted it in the door lock that he realized what she was doing, his eyes widening. “You’re picking the lock?” His voice unconsciously dropped to a furious whisper. “Yes,” She replied to him this time, not bothering to look up even now, “I don’t take a no from anyone, not even door locks.” Roth forcefully removed her hands from the lock, sending one of the pins flying, and pinned her against the walls opposite to the office, “Are you crazy? I don’t know about you but I have a name out there in the world. Do you have any idea what will become of my reputation if someone ever finds out I was involved in some kind of breaking in because of the
It had been three days since they had not heard from Tristan. Today, Roth had decided to go out, still waiting for an update on Tristan from the officials he was acquainted with. The number of calls from Eleanor had way over surpassed triple digits, but Roth still picked every time because she gave him a new idea. Yet, nothing seemed to work, perhaps because Roth’s brain was not working. Ever since he had found out who that piece of cheque belonged to, his thinking abilities had been numbed. He was driving around mindlessly, having taken the car from the chauffeur. Tristan not being there was impacting everything in his life. Never had he thought that Tristan had become this important to him. For the first time in his life, Roth Dimitri had spent an entire weekend at home, alone. And for the first time he had called a day off from his work. He knew, with a sinking feeling inside his chest, that he would not be able to function until he had received any news about Tristan. The weig
“Hello, Roth Dimitri speaking,” His business voice came out, making him sound like an entirely different person than who had been sitting there with Eleanor for the past hour. Whatever he heard on the other end of the line made him sit right up, his eyes opening wide, as he squealed, snapping out of his usual etiquette, “Really? Oh, Thank God!” Eleanor waited for him to finish the call, her heart beating fast. After he hung up, she looked at him questioningly, her ears eager to hear the words come out of his mouth, and he didn’t disappoint. Unable to speak for a minute, he nodded frantically, biting his lower lip to hold back happy tears. She made no such attempt however and broke into tears, letting out a heavy relieved sigh, “Take me to him.” She pleaded. “They have just retrieved him, he would not be in the best shape. Why don’t you go back to your class and meet him tomorrow?” Having lost all interest in Eleanor and the conversation, he just seemed eager to drive off now. She
“If you ever dare to do that again, I will kill you before those kidnappers do,” Roth sat on his other side, saying furiously. “And I will help him do that,” Eleanor said just as furiously, holding up a warning finger. Tristan tried to look scared, “No, no, I was just saying how happy I am to see both of my best friends get along.” Eleanor folded back her finger and Roth sunk back into his place, with a grin, “Just wait till you hear what a little rascal your sophisticated little Miss Eleanor Psychology is.” Tristan watched both of them with a peaceful smile, listening to Roth tell him Eleanor’s lock-picking and Eleanor telling him about how Roth had been scared of getting caught. x - x - xRoth had taken the doctor’s advice for Tristan’s bed-rest pretty seriously, so now everything from his meal to tissue papers were delivered to him on bed. Tristan had rolled his eyes the last time his nurse had handed him the tissue paper from his nightstand when he had as much as made a face l
It was the first Friday evening in his life that Roth Dimitri had spent not in the studio. Tristan was with Eleanor in the room, and Roth was in his own room, giving them some privacy, and he hated it. He had gotten so used to being with Tristan the whole week that now he did not like even a moment of being away from him. He missed Tristan’s company. He thought of what they would be doing right now if Tristan was well. They would be in the studio, recording their secret show. He remembered Craig and started to feel that familiar sensation of guilt. For some reason, Roth blamed himself for Tristan’s kidnap, because he was the one who had brought Craig into Tristan’s life. And he knew that he was somewhat, even indirectly, linked to Craig’s feelings of resentment for Tristan. But, thankfully, now Tristan was found. A soft smile spread on Roth’s face remembering Tristan’s expression when he had finally seen Roth for the first time after being retrieved. His smile faded as soon as he
Eleanor could not come over during the week and therefore she made up for it on the weekend, and Tristan did not complain, because he liked her company. Just now, she had finished yet another tale from her college that had made Tristan double over in laughter. Tristan felt liberated when she was around - his mind not consumed by the usual worries or thoughts of Roth. She kept him so widely engaged with herself that he forgot all of his problems for a while. It was getting late and she had asked Tristan several times if he was hungry, but he was waiting for Roth. He had all of his meals with Roth for the past week and he thought it would be nice if they all ate together. After waving her off by saying he is not hungry a couple of times, he told her the truth. “So, can you please call Roth?” Tristan looked at her expectantly.“Why, of course!” She said after a brief moment of contemplation, getting up to make it out of the room. “You can just call him using your phone,” He called be
His phone was almost out of battery as he played the message from Eleanor, from three hours ago. He panicked as he recalled that he was not supposed to leave the house while Tristan was on bedrest. Would Eleanor still be there keeping him company?There were more voice messages from Eleanor but his phone died before he could play them. Roth tightly closed his eyes and then opened them again before shaking his head, trying to shake off the previous night from him - no use crying over spilt milk now. He called Eleanor from the car phone, which thankfully she picked up on the third ring. After telling her the story that she had fed Tristan, she told him that she had left immediately after dinner and that Tristan had not eaten properly or taken his medication. He thanked her for handling the situation well, and drove to his mansion after ordering Tristan’s favorite treats and buying a movie to watch later with him. He would make it up to Tristan, and Tristan would undoubtedly give in, n
“Roth, did you go to the company yesterday?” Tristan asked, his eyes not leaving Roth’s face for a second. Roth stood up right at that question. From the angle that Tristan was at, he got a clear view of the movement in Roth’s throat as he swallowed saliva. Then he nodded, but he had to clear his throat before speaking, “Yes, Tristan, where else would I go?” Roth let out a dry and weak chuckle. Tristan looked at him for a while, trying to search for something on his face, then he too, nodded, that hurt look of betrayal evident in his eyes like he was expecting a different answer, as Roth looked back at him with confusion. Tristan pulled out his phone from his pocket and flashed that video that someone had taken of Roth in that bar and uploaded online, in front of his face, “Don’t bother coming up with any more lies to cover this one.” Tristan’s voice seemed to be breaking at the end, but he tightly pursed his lips together, glaring at Roth with red eyes. And Roth? His whole world
Tristan leaned back, and could feel the cool air on his ass. He was nervous, feeling very vulnerable in this position. He could feel his tongue in that special place. Unable to see, Tristan soon felt his finger tip press against his ass. Tristan suddenly wanted to be dominated by Oliver, completely lost in his trust for him. His finger made several attempts, and after a fresh coating of saliva, entered Tristan. The pain was only slight, and he felt him move inside. He touched a part inside, and Tristan felt his whole body respond. With no direct touch, he felt his orgasm suddenly explode. The cum hit the wall behind him. Oliver quickly grabbed his cock, and the second blast hit him in the face before he could get him inside his mouth.Tristan felt his warmth surround his cock, as he finished the most intense orgasm of his life. Tristan’s body felt like jelly as Oliver withdrew his mouth from his limp cock. Words could not describe the pleasure he had just experienced, nor the love he
But Oliver didn’t, he looked at Tristan for a while, before getting real close, and touching him first with his hand.“You got pre-cum on the tip," Oliver whispered in Tristan’s ears, making the hair on the back of his neck go up, then he moved his mouth to Tristan’s cock. He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored Tristan’s balls and the region below. Tristan had never experienced anything this erotic and stimulating. He wanted more, and began to push Oliver’s head down for more.Tristan could feel his hips rise and fall with his suction. He became more frantic as he approached climax. His groans were pretty loud as he shot the first volley. Oliver was surprised, and quickly withdrew his mouth, dripping cum. The second volley hit him square in the face and hair. He used his hand to ensure Tristan was finished.x - x - xRoth slid his hand up her stockings until his fingers touched the bare skin of her thighs, then abruptly pulled her legs open. His left hand sli
Then suddenly the lights of the living room went out, Oliver knitted his brows together in confusion. It was not completely dark because there was some light from the kitchen. The light of Tristan’s bedroom was now on, as visible from the tiny crease under the door. Oliver got up, he understood that it was Tristan’s doings but he didn’t understand the motive. And then the bedroom door opened, and Oliver understood the motive as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. This time, Tristan wasn't bashful as he was stripped naked and was covered only with a white towel. Tristan’s dirty blonde hair wet with sweat dripping down onto his now shirtless and hairless torso and dripping down the slight six pack he had going on, Oliver found himself speechless, taken by surprise and felt those familiar stirrings in his pants. Oliver found himself admiring his smooth chest and well defined six-pack with a gaped mouth.As Oliver stepped inside Tristan’s bedroom after him, he found himself wa
But Roth did not turn around, instead he leaned towards the person sitting in front of him. That was when Tristan registered with a pang in his heart that Roth was there with someone, some girl. One of his many special female friends most probably, Tristan thought saltily. He could not see the girl’s face because Roth’s head was blocking him, and Oliver kept tugging at his arm, to gesture at him to start moving. Tristan’s fists were balled up, and his jaw clenched - he was at the peak of self-control, and he didn’t want to test himself further. So, he turned with Oliver and marched towards the elevator, his eyes starting to fill with tears as he tried to blink them back. Oliver’s hand was behind his back supportively as they stepped into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close before him, Tristan saw Roth’s head turn around. He wanted to look away, but it was too late. Their eyes met for a brief second before the elevator door closed between them. But in that brie
As they reached their table, Roth pulled out a chair for Eleanor that was just behind Tristan such that her back would be to their table and Roth’s chair would be facing it directly, but Eleanor knew how that would go. So, while Roth was pulling out a chair for her, she went across the table and sat on the chair on the other end. As Roth raised his eyebrows at her, looking taken aback, she batted her eyelashes at him in innocence, then clasped her hand on her mouth in fake horror, “Oh, I am sorry, but it’s okay, there’s a better view from that anyway. And sure enough there was, because their table was pressed up in the corner such that Roth’s chair was now facing a glass wall as well as had one on his left, while Eleanor’s back was towards the glass wall. But that was not the view Roth had stayed for. Yet he sulkily took his seat before her. As she straightened up after placing her handbag on the floor with a smile, he said something that she wasn’t expecting, “How is he?”She look
Roth had sensed that it was something or someone in the hall that had made Eleanor want to escape the perfectly decent restaurant - he just wanted to know what, or whom, but apparently Eleanor didn’t want him to turn and look. However, curiosity got the better of him and he turned, despite Eleanor’s resistance. His eyes scanned the hall before him, it was a vast place and Eleanor could have spotted anyone anywhere. Then his eyes found what, or whom, she had caught sight of.. “Tristan,” His whispered was barely audible, but Eleanor was close enough to hear it. She sympathetically rubbed her hand over her arm, “So, what do you say about going somewhere else to eat now?” But Roth’s eyebrows were knitted in confusion, Eleanor knew he wasn’t paying attention to her at all anymore, and the next words out of Roth’s mouth confirmed it, “Who is the man with him?”The light-haired man, who had been bent down to pick something up from the floor, had just come into picture, although they could
He walked up behind him, and hugged him from behind, taking in Tristan’s intoxicating cologne, rubbing his nose against Tristan’s ear. Tristan let his hands drop off from the laptop and moved back to snuggle closer to Oliver, as Oliver whispered into his ear, “Il n'y a pas que le travail dans la vie.”It was one of the phrases Oliver liked to say, which was a French version of ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’. Tristan softly smiled at that as he turned around and lightly pecked Oliver on the cheek before he got up, “Then get ready for the play?”Oliver wasn’t willing to let go of him however, he played with his tie flirtatiously, “I was thinking maybe play a little indoors before going out,” Oliver said meaningfully, and Tristan knew what he meant, but he just chuckled and playfully pushed Oliver back, “Go, change, silly.” He watched as Oliver walked out of the living room with disappointment. He had long had his first kiss with Oliver, but he had not yet hit second base
Tristan reached out for Oliver’s hands that were holding the bag of tomatoes. He grabbed the tomatoes from him and put them aside, holding Oliver’s hands, rubbing the back of his hands with his thumbs. Oliver looked rather taken aback as this gesture of Tristan brought color to his cheeks. He tried to avert Tristan’s gaze, the expression on his face making Tristan want to comment on that, but now wasn’t the time. Tristan tilted his head to meet Oliver’s eyes, forcing him into making eye contact with him, which Oliver could barely hold. Then Tristan popped the question, “Would you like to go out with me, Oliver?”Oliver looked like he was about to faint. He stared at Tristan for a while before whispering something in a hoarse voice that Tristan couldn’t catch and the confusion on his face communicated that. “Pinch me,” This time Oliver spoke a little clearer, still failing to wipe the confusion off Tristan’s face. Who the hell ruins such a romantic setting by asking the other to pin
“Hayley … Mary-Ann … and that sociology girl …” Roth softly said, moving his face closer to her face which was heating up rapidly. His voice seemed extra deep as he softened his gaze, and his breath started to get heavy. She stayed silent, praying for him to let go of her because the wetness between her legs penetrated her skirt and reached his legs, but he showed no such intentions, because he moved his face even closer to her. So close that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Why not you, Eleanor?” Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she expected him to say, and her surprise was written all over her face because she turned towards him, “What?” It was not like she had not heard him, she just wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. He laughed somberly, and then lightly nodded, “I mean you are practically my girlfriend anyway, why not make it official?” “Girlfriends don’t set their boyfriends up with random girls,” Her face was going red as she sc