Chapter One Hundred-Eight

Tristan - he was staring at him from the picture that he had been looking at for an hour, now that the call had ended, exposing the tabs behind it. Roth realized with horror that he had been zooming in on Tristan’s lips for so long.

He hurriedly turned off the phone, as to put that picture of Tristan out of his sight, and went to the bathroom to wash the day from himself. What was happening to him? Why was he having these thoughts like this about his best friend?

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Tristan pressed his lean body against Roth’s stockier chest and felt his cock rise up inside of his usual plaid loungewear. Roth rolled his eyes back in enjoyment as Tristan began to slowly and sensually grind his cock against Roth's.

Roth gently pushed up from their position against the wall and picked Tristan up around his waist, who kissed him, tousled his choppy, dark hair as he carried Tristan out of the entryway and into his bedroom. His strength amazed Tristan, especially his ability to toss him around with