Tristan could tell that Roth’s voice was on the verge of breaking. Tears formed in his own eyes as he recalled all the weekends he woke up early to cook something for Roth. Eleanor looked at Tristan questioningly as to what to say to Roth. Tristan met her gaze and lightly nodded. True that Tristan needed her, but Roth needed her more at the moment. He heard Eleanor tell Roth that she would be there soon before hanging up. “I am sorry. Are you sure, though?” She now kneeled beside Tristan, looking into eyes apologetically. “Yeah, I also need to see to my living arrangements, besides I think I would really prefer some time alone,” Tristan lied but he could tell from the sympathetic look in her eyes that she did not believe him. Still she nodded, “Okay then, I will drop you wherever you want to be dropped on the way.” “No, I had brought my chauffeur along. Thank you though, Eleanor, for everything. I will meet you soon again,” Tristan lightly nodded at her before stepping towards th
“Tristan?” Oliver walked towards him looking pleasantly surprised, as intrigued gazes followed him from across the dining hall. As people saw the newcomer he was greeting, murmurs began to rise from the hall. Roth was the talk of the town, especially after his recent scandal, and many of his flings with famous supermodels. As a result of living with him and being his close side friend, Tristan was exposed to a fair amount of social attention too if not equal parts. Tristan tried to ignore the rising murmurs, from which he could only pick up a few words like Dimitri and bar, but they were enough to give him an idea of what the murmurs were about, and maintained his look of astonishment at spotting Oliver in the least expected places of all. Minutes later, they were seated around the couples’ table that Oliver had been dining on earlier, when after the routine greetings, Tristan finally asked the question that had been in his mind for a while, “How come are you here for breakfast? I
Tristan did not know what to say. Roth was not his best friend, Roth was once the love of his life, Roth was his house mate, Roth was the person whose face he saw the first thing in the morning every day, Roth was his show partner, Roth was his co-worker, Roth was his breakfast buddy, Roth was his family. Roth had once been everything to Tristan, yet now he failed to find words to tell Oliver who he was. Oliver sensed his reluctance around the topic, because he cleared his throat with embarrassment, “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell. I understand it would have been a fairly personal question.” Tristan looked up, shaken out of his thoughts. Brought back into reality, he realized that Roth WAS all those things to him, in the past. Now, if Tristan were to be brutally honest to himself, Roth was just his victim and he was Roth’s rapist. He felt a pang of hurt in his chest, unfamiliar to any he had ever experienced, as the reality struck him hard. However blunt Tristan was, he could
Now that his residence issue was taken care of, Tristan had time in his hands to think the whole thing through. He sat before the window which opened outside to the pool area, thinking about his last stay in a hotel when he was on that vacation with Roth. That vacation had not gone how they had planned. Tristan didn’t know if he was disappointed or satisfied by the turning of events. He got to hold Roth and be with him in a way that he had dreamed of since forever. Had it not been for that vacation, Tristan didn’t know if he would have ever had the chance. But that vacation also became the reason that his friendship with Roth ended. Earlier he could only imagine what Roth’s body would feel like but now that he had been with Roth once, he knew exactly what it felt like and he wanted more of it. Now that he had had a taste of Roth, his body craved for more, because now, it felt more real. Tristan wasn’t sure now if sleeping with Roth had been a good idea at all. This was the longest
He turned and held her back to the wall and thrust into her pussy with reckless abandon until he lowered her to the ground, his cock begrudgingly sliding out of her with an audible wet sucking noise.The look of sexual satisfaction and desire on her face, her eyebrows narrowed challengingly, she lifted herself up onto the table and spread her legs wide as she sucked her two fingers and then slowly forced them into her tight dripping snatch.He saw the look of need on her face and in her eyes. She needed him to fuck her. She craved to have a thick cock pumping in and out of her little pussy. But, that look, Roth Dimitri had just gotten stuck at that. He had seen and ignored that look on Tristan’s face various times. Inside his heart, he knew that Tristan was bound to make a move sooner or later. He knew that Tristan had waited a long while before doing it. Suddenly, Roth’s heart was just not into it. The thing that he loved doing the most in the world, he was suddenly uninterested in
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
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