Tristan’s hands fell down from his face as a look of horror took over the previous confusion. He gasped, opening his mouth to speak a couple times but no sound came out of his lips, until finally he managed to utter in disbelief, “They drugged you?” Roth quietly nodded, observing Tristan’s expression for a while and then returning his gaze to his own hands folded in his lap. Tristan clasped a hand on his mouth in horror. “It’s okay. The police have arrested them now. When I saw that video, I did not recollect that at all, but it was me in the video. And however much I drink, I don’t lose my memory completely like that. So I went in for a drug test, and sure enough it was there. So I filed a complaint against them with the police.” Roth was calmly explaining. Tristan’s hand moved from his mouth to his forehead, rubbing it with two fingers as he shook his head, “So much happened and why didn’t you tell me all of that?” “Because you weren’t talking to me,” Roth responded. “No, why di
Tristan didn’t quite care at the moment, as he stared gapingly at Roth’s the way his waist slowly whine seductively and gracefully to the beat of the not too slow song, his body moved so swiftly it seemed like he was floating. Tristan had never seen Roth dance like that, they had only been to ballroom dances together, but this was a whole other Roth. Tristan didn’t know when and how Roth learned to dance like that. He just knew that Roth on that colorful dance floor had become his new favorite thing to watch. It was like he was falling in love with Roth all over again. At that moment, Roth looked over at his side. Tristan, who had already been gaping at him, got somewhat sheepish at being caught, but Roth flashed a toothy grin, as if enjoying Tristan’s eyes on himself. Was it Tristan’s imagination or Roth’s body movements got more seductive after he became aware of Tristan’s lingering gaze on himself. Despite knowing that Roth was purposefully putting on a show for him, Tristan foun
Tristan bent his head on the plate of omelet before him, moving his fork around mindlessly, his excitement from earlier having died away. Roth had reacted like the previous night was nothing, when it was actually him who asked Tristan to dance with him. Tristan had thought that that actually meant something, but apparently it was just another casual night-out for Roth. Dancing with Tristan, their bodies moving together in such close proximity, held no meaning to Roth. For Roth, it was all just fun, nothing more than that. Tristan had lost his appetite and the anticipation for the day to come. “Man, do you not like the omelet?” Roth had noticed him just playing with the cutlery, so he asked, focused on his own plate, cutting the toast with a knife. Tristan looked up, “No, I am just not hungry.” He said quietly before pushing away the plate, examining Roth who just calmly nodded at that. “Roth, did you have fun yesterday?” Tristan decided to probe Roth, which compelled Roth to stop h
Roth, taken by surprise, already astonished at his recent thought, gaped at Tristan, not knowing what to say. Tristan took it as an agreement from him, so he rolled his eyes and took off Roth’s glasses, moving directly beside Roth, putting a hand behind Roth’s back and pointing at the sign, “Now look! Doesn’t that just make you love being alive?” What made Roth love being alive was the light on Tristan’s face, not on the sign. He was surprised at himself, not believing that he just thought that to himself. Regaining control of himself back, he took the glasses back from Tristan and managed to joke, “Yes, but I would like to be sighted as well as alive.”Tristan rolled his eyes and moved on, as Roth thoughtfully stared at his back. Why was he having those thoughts about Tristan? Tristan was his best friend - he was not supposed to view Tristan sexually. Roth knew this was because of not having had sex in over a week. Keeping Tristan in view, he pulled out his phone to drop the “bar ch
Without as much as turning to glance at her, or even an explanation or an apology, Roth put on a bathrobe, gave the bathroom door a push and stepped out of the bathroom after having silently listened to the other side.As the bathroom door got opened, some fresh air entered the bathroom, as she sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to process what just happened and how a man can just leave sex in the middle like that, especially when he was about to relieve himself. x - x - xRoth entered Tristan’s room in haste, “Hey what’s up? Everything good?” Tristan had been standing before the window looking outside, “No, I can’t sleep in new places, you know…” He stopped speaking as he took in the sight of Roth in a bathrobe, water dripping off of him. Roth looked down at himself, following Tristan’s gaze, and smothered his bathrobe, looking embarrassed. “You had been taking a shower? At this time?” Tristan wondered loudly, and before Roth could get a chance to speak, Tristan moved closer an
Roth wanted to visit a different bar this time, but Tristan insisted that they go to the same one as the last time, so Roth reluctantly gave in. Tristan wanted to recreate the previous time as accurately as possible.As per usual, Tristan took his seat by the counter as Roth stepped on the dance floor to own it. Tristan casually sipped on his drink, taking in the surroundings of the bar - all of a sudden, that dirty place did not seem as filthy anymore. And how could it, this was the place where he had danced with Roth for the first time. As he was waiting for Roth to look at him and call him on the dance floor like last time, he noticed a woman with the platinum blonde hair and tight mini skirt sauntered up to the bar, eyeing the regulars like an aging lioness hungry for a meal. Tristan saw as her gaze landed on Roth and a satisfied smile stretched out on her dark lips. Every step that she took towards Roth with her stilettos seemed to be crushing Tristan’s heart, but he knew he wa
Finally giving in, Tristan walked him to the bathroom and let in water already. He started undressing Roth carefully and slowly down to his boxershorts. Although Tristan had seen Roth in underwear every time at the mansion and he admired his body, this was different not only because he was the one undressing him but also because he was going beyond what he was used to seeing. With a heart that almost beat its way out of his ribcage, he still asked for Roth’s permission for everything though because he didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Roth let out a soft groan at that, with trembling hands, Tristan took as an affirming sound, and pulling down Roth’s pants, he got his first ever proper glance at his bottom treasures.Tristan always could just imagine what Roth was hiding underneath that fabric but what he got to see close-up amazed him. Roth had a nice round ass, not too big but very smooth. And on the other side he had his limp of pure manhood. Tristan couldn't s
Roth was freakishly strong and would not give way - instead he snuggled closer to Tristan, such that his mouth was almost on Tristan’s neck. For all the ways that Tristan had imagined this moment in his head, this was not it. Roth was his best friend and he was currently not in his senses, and despite his feelings, he didn’t want to risk anything. Tristan cared more about their friendship than his feelings and desires. He told Roth to be quiet already as he walked him to the bedroom to get him dressed. When Tristan pushed Roth back first onto the bed, he looked at Tristan with desirable half opened puppy-eyes, looking so innocent, yet so inviting. Tristan pretended to ignore him as he walked to the closet and picked out some night clothes for him. He placed them next to him on the bed and stood in front of him.“Put them on, Roth,” Tristan quietly ordered, gesturing to the clothes. Roth just let himself flop back on the bed and spread his legs far open, letting out his cock fur
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