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
He put his lips to Roth’s corded neck again and planted kisses all around it, before picking up Roth’s legs and wrapping them around his waist, so now they were raised to his back, his heels crossed, resting in the small of Tristan’s back. Tristan could feel his hard cock touching Roth’s hole. Tristan moved his lips on Roth’s chest, exploring his wide and strongly built chest with his tongue. His touch was soft yet dominant as it controlled Roth. Roth let out a muffled, pleasurable moan, that made Tristan’s cock ache to possess Roth and feel the insides of Roth. He placed it just on the entrance of Roth’s hole. Tristan, still not sure whether or not this was all a dream, was sliding his tongue on Roth’s stomach that was not tightly stretched as Roth’s body had tensed up, his nipples hardened, his cock fully erect, poking him. Tristan opened his mouth wide, devouring Roth’s body, his movements getting more and more intense with Roth’s encouraging soft moans, soft sigh.He almost stopp
When Tristan was spent, he stayed ontop of Roth for sometime, trying to calm his heavy breath, while still inside him. He rested his head against Roth’s neck, feeling his chest rising and sinking beneath him, his breath warm as he could tell Roth was sleeping soundly.“Roth?” He whispered, running his fingertips along the wide stretch of Roth’s chest.Only a soft muffled moan came in response. “Did you like it?” Tristan heard himself asking scaredly. Although Roth’s body had responded excitedly, he still wanted to know what Roth was feeling now. More than that, he wanted to tell Roth how he himself was feeling. Roth tilted his neck to the other side, exposing his neck to Tristan and letting out a soft moan. Tristan softly smiled, a small tear forming in his eye as he planted a brief kiss on Roth’s neck, before resting his head again on Roth. Tristan spoke softly, his ears vibrating because of Roth’s heart beat directly beneath him, “You know, Roth, you made it great. Really wonde
Thinking maybe the light in the bedroom was deceiving him, Roth went into the bathroom, the light there was very much brighter than the one in the bedroom, there he would see what exactly was in his neck.Roth gasped as he take a closer look at his neck, indeed there was different hickeys on his neck, still looking fresh.Had he had sex the previous night? But he must have been with Tristan, how could he have had sex with anyone? Roth remembered Tristan's naked body. Why was Tristan also naked? his eyes remembered their nightwear scattered on the floor.Now Roth’s mind was reaching a horrific conclusion that he did not want to arrive at. With disbelief, Roth stared back at his own reflection in the mirror, examining the numerous hickeys. Had he slept with Tristan? The very thought filled him with horror, as he saw the blood drain from his face. The stinging pain between his legs made much more sense now as Roth realized that he had not slept with Tristan, but Tristan had slept with h
The beep signaling that Roth’s phone was receiving the call went on for a while before the robotic voice of the operator informed Tristan that Roth had refused to pick up his call. It could be an emergency, he must be busy, Tristan tried to give himself explanations, even though he could feel the sinking feeling in his stomach. Roth having left without an explanation after last night was not a good sign. He was about to dial Roth’s number again when his screen was blocked by an incoming call from Eleanor. He was not in a mood to talk to anyone right then until he heard from Roth but he had accidentally picked up Eleanor’s call while trying to dial Roth. Rolling his eyes, he turned on the speaker and tried to maintain a cheery voice, “Hello Eleanor, how are you?”“Are you crazy? How I am? How are YOU?” Eleanor’s shrill voice boomed in the room, hitting Tristan’s auditory nerves as he maintained a bored expression, waiting for her to be done so he could call Roth, “Yeah, I am okay. W
His short-lived relief was interrupted by a rich and jovial voice, “Family problems?” He lifted his head to see who the voice belonged to. He was greeted by the sight of a man handsome enough to be a male model. His teutonic-gold hair currently in a casual jumble and a morning shadow stubble. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, he carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.Tristan had rarely seen such beautiful men, but then again, he had never had eyes for anyone besides Roth anyway. There was something about this man that made Tristan smile at him, somberly however. x - x - x“Sir, can I speak to you alone for a while?” They had gotten the tests done and required reports on an urgent basis, which took more money, but money had never been a problem for Roth Dimitri - so now his temporary personal medical attendant was standing before him and Eleanor in the waiting cubicle and asking to talk to him alone. Roth and El
The five-hour flight ended with Tristan and Oliver having exchanged numbers and life stories. As it turned out, Oliver had been in Las Vegas to solve some property dispute caused by his father after his rich mother had just passed away.Although Tristan exchanged his number with him, he knew that it was useless because there was no chance they could meet again. Oliver lived way upstate, and they seemed to have no mutual hobbies as Oliver was a billionaire architect, who spent most of his time in his office on his designs. He was about to be proven very wrong. Tristan had called an Uber instead of calling his chauffeur, and he was now driving to his home. He thought of calling Roth or Eleanor first but his phone had died on him and he had been so busy on the plane that he had forgotten to charge it. x - x - xThe beep from the intercom broke the silence in the room, as Roth picked it up clearing his throat, “Yes?”The voice on the other end was loud enough to reach Eleanor, “Sir, Mr.
Tristan stared at him in disbelief, “Roth, I don’t know how to tell you this but you really were into it! You might not remember but you were enjoying it.”“It does not make it any right!” Roth snapped, which made Tristan flinched. “You raped me, Tristan! You broke my trust …”Tristan clutched Roth by his arm “For the last time, please stop using that word! I did not rape you - if I had felt that I was hurting you, I would have stopped. And I know you won’t believe me, but I did not drug you for this. I drugged you to get you out of meeting with that stupid bar girl.”Roth jerked himself out of Tristan’s grip and screamed, “If you had felt you were hurting me? Did you have time to care what I was feeling or were you too overcome by stupid lust. And what a fine way to protect me by drugging me!” His voice got sarcastic at the end, as Tristan stared at him in disbelief. Tristan slowly shook his head and tears filled up his eyes and he pleadingly said, “I am sorry, Roth, I don’t know wh