His head was so clouded by his own worries that he didn’t notice Eleanor’s flushed face as she opened up the door, “Hey, when did you get home?” She cleared her throat before speaking, “Just now, uh, I was about to inform you,” She lied, missing out on the part where she had swung by his room earlier. Roth still failed to pick up cues betraying Eleanor’s nervousness, as he handed the envelope to her. Earlier that day, that envelope had been the biggest source of his concerns, but now something else occupied a bigger portion of his mind. Eleanor took the envelope and slowly took her previous seat at the edge of the bed, as Roth eagerly followed. Eleanor held the envelope, about to unstick the flap that would reveal the contents of the envelope, when she looked up at Roth seeking confirmation. Roth gave her a nod of approval with knitted brows as he nervously fumbled with his fingers, and so she pulled at the flap, just as her phone rang inside her bag. x - x - xTristan was about
He had sent the legal notice because he could not stand being in the same place as the person who was once his best friend, but now nothing more than a stranger. Suddenly the wide 7-star hotel luxury room felt suffocating as Tristan felt a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach when he realized that everything that was between him and Roth was now over. He picked his coat and left the hotel room. He had lost not only the love of his life, but also his best friend, his roommate, his work wife and everything. He had lost the most important person in his life. x - x - xEleanor dialed Tristan’s number the moment Roth stepped out of her room. She now regretted letting Tristan listen to Roth knowing Roth would not speak anything good about him. Tristan did not pick up her phone, and she understood why. He must have been hurt. She could only imagine what it would feel like for the person you love the most in the world to hate you. After her third failed call, she decided to give up. She
Tristan had returned to his hotel after having failed to find Oliver’s number. It was only so long that he could walk around purposelessly. He had just entered his room when the hotel phone rang. “Hello sir, you’re finally back into your room. Sir Bardot has called twice to ask about you, can we give him your hotel phone number?” The receptionist with the squeaky voice was on the other end. Who was this Sir Bardot? Tristan tried to rack his brains, but he couldn’t think of anyone he knew with that name, yet he said, “Yeah, sure.”Minutes later, the hotel phone rang again when Tristan was in the bathroom, having undressed to take a bath. He wrapped a towel around his waist and rushed into the room, “Hello.”“Hey, Tristan?” It took Tristan a while to recognize the voice of the speaker, and it was evident as he exclaimed, “Oh, Oliver, Oliver Bardot, YOU are Bardot, of course.”He knew that was rude because it was silent on the other end for a bit, which Tristan quickly covered by, “I a
She held him near the door for a while before letting him go except his hands and looked into eyes, “Sex and drinking does not solve problems, Roth. It only worsens them. You have to let yourself feel the pain instead of trying to numb it. It’s okay to be hurt right now, it’s okay to cry and take some days off from everything, it’s okay to come to me at 3 A.M. if you want to vent,” Then her gentle voice turned to a growl, “But, it’s not okay to drink and then come to me for whatever reasons, you get me?”Roth sulked with the same puppy dog eyes, his expression a bit more serious now, “Fine.”She let go of his hands, “And if you do that again, I will not stay here anymore, okay?” He nodded, looking at his feet, his expression much sober now. She looked at him for a while before gently shoving him outside the door, “Good night, Roth.”She stepped a little backward to let the door close in his face, before pushing a button to lock the door and walking towards the bed to pick up the card
Last night with the bar girl had not been successful in terms of getting his head off things. He shook that thought from his mind, he must have just been having an off night. He could not let himself feel everything right now. It was easy for Eleanor to say - her best friend had not just left her after raping her. He picked up his phone from beside him and scrolled through his contact list, his eyes sparkled as he landed on a name. His mouth stretched in a smirk, she was just the person who would make him forget it all. She was a close second to Ruby for the best sex he had ever had. And, so he dialed Ivanka’s number, and as expected she didn’t let it get to the second ring, “Hey babe - crave my taste much?” Half an hour later she was standing before him, looking exactly how he remembered her except that she had dyed her hair, or did it always used to be blonde? He didn’t care either way, as she seductively tilted her neck and off came her high heels, her skirt, blouse and bra.“N
Tristan looked at his hands and shook his head, “I don’t know. When I walked out of that mansion, he was not the same person I had fallen in love with, but forgetting Roth would not be easy. I have spent a good part of my life loving him.” Oliver sat silently for a while before softly saying, “Then don’t,” He explained as Tristan looked up at him in confusion, “Don’t try to forget him. Just build new memories on top of the ones with him.” Tristan’s gaze fell back onto his hands as he lightly nodded. Oliver asked after a while, “You want to grab a coffee someday?” Tristan met Oliver’s hopeful gaze again, sensing that Oliver must have been building that question for a while. He smiled broadly and nodded, “I would like that.”He couldn’t tell if it was just him or Oliver had just heaved out a sigh of relief as his whole face lit up and he leaned forward to fill himself another glass of wine, or at least that’s what Tristan thought. His assumptions were proven wrong when Oliver held t
“Ro - I mean, doctor, way too many calls are lined up,” Eleanor squealed with excitement, causing Roth to glare at her. She quickly got hold of herself and pushed a button to connect Roth’s audio with a caller on the other line. “Our first caller is Hayden, doctor,” Eleanor announced, the excitement still evident in her voice, as Roth quietly shook his head, amused by her excitement, before adjusting his mic, “Hello Hayden, how are you doing today?”“I can not believe I am the first caller,” The man on the other side had a squeaky voice, seeming to be more shrill as he exclaimed, “I am good, doctor, but something made me forget my question.”“Oh, and what is it?” Roth was still adjusting the headset on his head. He had not worn it for so long, so it was taking him some time to get used to that, but the next sentence that vibrated through his headset made him stop.“Why aren’t you doing today’s segment with your usual partner, doctor?” Hayden’s voice sounded eager and this was not the
Tristan listened to the radio show with his eyes widened, earlier Roth had been throwing shade on him and now he seemed proper invested in gay sex - this was something beyond Tristan’s comprehension. Roth’s voice uttering all the things Tristan wished to do with him was having a strange impact on Tristan, “Spread those cheeks wide before devouring his hole, and by wide, I mean WIDE. None of this baby spread nonsense. You want to get up IN there. Pull his cheeks apart as far as they go before feasting on that cake.” Tristan swallowed saliva as Roth continued to go on about the subject. Tristan realized with his breaths getting heavy that Roth still had the kind of influence on him that just his voice could turn him on. “This one goes for both gay and straight couples: change up locations! Are you a pro or are you a pro? Pros don't have sex in the bedroom every single time. They take their lovemaking sessions to the living room, laundry room, outdoors, and even sex clubs.”Tristan’s b
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