“If you ever dare to do that again, I will kill you before those kidnappers do,” Roth sat on his other side, saying furiously. “And I will help him do that,” Eleanor said just as furiously, holding up a warning finger. Tristan tried to look scared, “No, no, I was just saying how happy I am to see both of my best friends get along.” Eleanor folded back her finger and Roth sunk back into his place, with a grin, “Just wait till you hear what a little rascal your sophisticated little Miss Eleanor Psychology is.” Tristan watched both of them with a peaceful smile, listening to Roth tell him Eleanor’s lock-picking and Eleanor telling him about how Roth had been scared of getting caught. x - x - xRoth had taken the doctor’s advice for Tristan’s bed-rest pretty seriously, so now everything from his meal to tissue papers were delivered to him on bed. Tristan had rolled his eyes the last time his nurse had handed him the tissue paper from his nightstand when he had as much as made a face l
It was the first Friday evening in his life that Roth Dimitri had spent not in the studio. Tristan was with Eleanor in the room, and Roth was in his own room, giving them some privacy, and he hated it. He had gotten so used to being with Tristan the whole week that now he did not like even a moment of being away from him. He missed Tristan’s company. He thought of what they would be doing right now if Tristan was well. They would be in the studio, recording their secret show. He remembered Craig and started to feel that familiar sensation of guilt. For some reason, Roth blamed himself for Tristan’s kidnap, because he was the one who had brought Craig into Tristan’s life. And he knew that he was somewhat, even indirectly, linked to Craig’s feelings of resentment for Tristan. But, thankfully, now Tristan was found. A soft smile spread on Roth’s face remembering Tristan’s expression when he had finally seen Roth for the first time after being retrieved. His smile faded as soon as he
Eleanor could not come over during the week and therefore she made up for it on the weekend, and Tristan did not complain, because he liked her company. Just now, she had finished yet another tale from her college that had made Tristan double over in laughter. Tristan felt liberated when she was around - his mind not consumed by the usual worries or thoughts of Roth. She kept him so widely engaged with herself that he forgot all of his problems for a while. It was getting late and she had asked Tristan several times if he was hungry, but he was waiting for Roth. He had all of his meals with Roth for the past week and he thought it would be nice if they all ate together. After waving her off by saying he is not hungry a couple of times, he told her the truth. “So, can you please call Roth?” Tristan looked at her expectantly.“Why, of course!” She said after a brief moment of contemplation, getting up to make it out of the room. “You can just call him using your phone,” He called be
His phone was almost out of battery as he played the message from Eleanor, from three hours ago. He panicked as he recalled that he was not supposed to leave the house while Tristan was on bedrest. Would Eleanor still be there keeping him company?There were more voice messages from Eleanor but his phone died before he could play them. Roth tightly closed his eyes and then opened them again before shaking his head, trying to shake off the previous night from him - no use crying over spilt milk now. He called Eleanor from the car phone, which thankfully she picked up on the third ring. After telling her the story that she had fed Tristan, she told him that she had left immediately after dinner and that Tristan had not eaten properly or taken his medication. He thanked her for handling the situation well, and drove to his mansion after ordering Tristan’s favorite treats and buying a movie to watch later with him. He would make it up to Tristan, and Tristan would undoubtedly give in, n
“Roth, did you go to the company yesterday?” Tristan asked, his eyes not leaving Roth’s face for a second. Roth stood up right at that question. From the angle that Tristan was at, he got a clear view of the movement in Roth’s throat as he swallowed saliva. Then he nodded, but he had to clear his throat before speaking, “Yes, Tristan, where else would I go?” Roth let out a dry and weak chuckle. Tristan looked at him for a while, trying to search for something on his face, then he too, nodded, that hurt look of betrayal evident in his eyes like he was expecting a different answer, as Roth looked back at him with confusion. Tristan pulled out his phone from his pocket and flashed that video that someone had taken of Roth in that bar and uploaded online, in front of his face, “Don’t bother coming up with any more lies to cover this one.” Tristan’s voice seemed to be breaking at the end, but he tightly pursed his lips together, glaring at Roth with red eyes. And Roth? His whole world
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? x - x - xTristan 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
Tristan writhed underneath Roth as the swollen head pushed against Tristan’s p-spot. God, Roth knew how to drive that thing inside him. Tristan’s head spinning in ecstasy, he shouted and grabbed his pillow, painting with every lust-filled thrust. Roth kissed him sloppily and he loved the mess of it. He made sexy little yelps as he fought the impending urge to explode inside Tristan. “I’m getting so close” he said, jostling his cock with impressive speed. Tristan tightened his ass muscles to really torture Roth's hrobbing cock.“Oh god” he sweltered, his cock growing larger as he neared orgasm. “I’m gonna fucking cum” Roth moaned in Tristan’s ear, leaning into him and dominating his body with his forceful manhood. His brow scrunched up and his speed intensified as he shouted; his cock pulsed powerfully and burst inside Tristan, flooding his ass with shot after shot of his seed. Tristan could feel Roth's cock throb against the walls of his hole as it finished unloading. He pulled out
Tristan intentionally didn’t leave his room that Friday morning - he wanted to see if Roth would make an effort on his own to try to reach Tristan, but unfortunately he was disappointed as Roth did not come to see Tristan or even brought up the radio show. It was not until agony got the best of him that he stepped out to roam around in the mansion and check where Roth was, to find out that Roth was not in at all. With a sinking feeling, Tristan realized that Roth did not care about him, he had been off to his usual shenanigans, leaving Tristan be. Tristan inwardly regretted not having stepped out of his room that morning - maybe he would have accidentally encountered Roth somewhere and then Roth would have talked to him? Roth had always been somewhat shy, apologizing was not his best suit. Why was he giving himself explanations from Roth’s end, Tristan condemned himself. Roth was the one who had wronged Tristan and now he was acting like it was Tristan who had wronged Roth. Tristan