Roth was slowly spinning a highball glass while lost in thought as several voices entered his ears, his eyes fixed on the glass. He had way too many glasses in him to distinguish between the voices. The voices of people talking, arguing over sports, complaining about work or spouses, their laughter, the clink of ice in a highball drink as it was stirred, the murmur of low voices from people on a nearby table who don't want to be overheard, barstools being dragged, loud noises of a game or fight on the TV, music from a radio, the glug of beer in a bottle, dollar bills rustling, the thump of a bottles and glasses on the bar, the squeak of door hinges opening and closing, rattling air in the tubes when a keg went dry, the whir of a blender, and people’s roar of excitement or dismay at the sporting event on the TV all seemed to blur into one buzz. When Roth had arrived at the bar, he had not thought it through. What he had forgotten was that it was his first time being in public alone a
But Roth never picked up. Eleanor had been in the mansion since, trying out Roth’s phone every 15 minutes, with it going to voicemail every time. She had been more worried than frustrated. Now what Tristan had said seemed true, despite Roth having denied it. Until she went on instagram randomly and a video in which Roth was tagged in came on her feed, then another, and then another, and then several after that. His recent scandal had earned Roth more popularity than what he already had. Now Eleanor was only frustrated. x - x - xTristan’s answer did not seem to satisfy Oliver, and Tristan could tell that. There was doubt clearly written over Oliver’s face and Tristan knew just the way to wipe that off. He walked up to Oliver, his unbuttoned shirt hanging on his arms, revealing his chiseled abs underneath, and put both hands around his arms. As he looked into Oliver’s eyes with a soft gaze, he could tell that Oliver’s heart had lurched.A lump appeared and disappeared in Oliver’s
Oliver flashed Tristan’s phone before his face, unlocking the phone with his face ID. The phone opened up to Tristan’s instagram. Oliver chuckled and was about to exit the app but then he noticed that it was the search page of instagram, and in the search bar was the one name that Oliver dreaded the most: Roth Dimitri. There were several videos of a dimly lit bar in the results, in which Roth would probably have been tagged. Oliver’s expression grew grim. Tristan was not even stalking Roth, he was stalking every hashtag and every post which Roth was tagged in. Tristan must have searched him up when Oliver was in the bathroom after they had returned from their stroll, because he had not seen him on his phone after that. And the instagram feed must have refreshed by itself showing the newer results. Oliver could not make out what was in those videos because the lightning in the bar was very poor, but he could tell that it was a bar that Roth was in. ******Maybe Tristan had accident
He started straddling Oliver. He took both hands and helped himself fully to his ass, rubbing up and down in deep massaging circles. He smiled when he heard a moan of approval from Oliver. Oliver, in that moment, decided to let the search thing go for the better of their relationship. He would let Tristan get over Roth at his own pace, at least Tristan was not cheating on him. Oliver was getting a very strong boner as Tristan continued his massage of his backside. Oliver’s back was a treat under his fingers. He kind of shuffled on his side briefly and Tristan grinned when he realized he was doing the erection adjustment. As Tristan massaged him, he could see him wriggle a little against the mattress. Tristan stopped for a moment and he took notice, “What, babe?” Tristan looked dazed, as his fingers slowly left Oliver’s body, and he appeared deep in thought, while Oliver looked at him expectantly. Then Tristan shook his head lightly, and dryly smiled, before starting pattering his
“But you didn’t pay attention, because that’s what you do. You don’t appreciate people and things that are there. You only want them when they are gone,” Her lips were pursed in a thin line. He didn’t focus on her tone as he smiled somberly, “No, when I lose something I replace it with something better.”“Then why haven’t you replaced Tristan yet?” She asked in a cold voice. This time Roth turned at her in bewilderment as he felt the chills in her voice, “Something better for him perhaps does not exist. He was many things in one, I have to collect as many things to replace him.” It was only after he had uttered these words that he became aware of his wrong selection of words. Inwardly condemning himself, he tried to make it right by turning to her and holding her hands, “I have you now, Eleanor. You are more important than everything I have lost. The movie just reminded me of Tristan, but I don’t think of him.” He knew it had not worked as he saw tears pooling up in her eyes. Grea
Oliver had one more secret, but this other one he planned to tell Tristan soon, in fact as soon as that very night. His birthday was the next day, and for his own birthday, he had planned a surprise for both of them, because he was doubtful if Tristan even knew his birthday. Although he knew Tristan’s. But Oliver didn’t know that the universe had planned a surprise for him too, a surprise that he would not like very much. As Oliver entered the house that night, he was excited, and that excitement could be seen in every gesture of his as he skipped through the living room and into the bedroom, when he saw Tristan sprawled on the bed. Maybe he had fallen asleep waiting for Oliver. Careful not to wake Tristan up, Oliver placed his watch and phone on the nightstand. Since he had taken on to the red and white corporate building project, his life had been consumed by it. But after he would be done designing the project, it would not take up so much of his personal life, or at least that
Since Roth had not pre planned the call, or even expected it to be received, he was taken by surprise and suddenly found himself at a loss of words. What do you even say to a person who was once your best friend, but secretly had feelings for you, who then raped you and you hated him until he left your house, and whom now you just can not stop missing and don’t even know why you are missing him? x - x - xOliver had picked up the call without checking the caller ID. There had been silence on the other end for several minutes as Oliver held his own phone in the other hand, scrolling through his playlist searching for the perfect music for the occasion. When Oliver realized after a while that Tristan’s phone was still clutched between his ear and shoulder and there had been no sound of it despite that the call had been connected for minutes, he pulled the phone away from his ear. He checked the caller ID in confusion, but it was an unknown number. He pressed the phone back to his ea
Oliver waited for Tristan’s ex to say something in response, but he was more stubborn than Tristan’s story had described him. So Oliver pulled the phone away from his ear, and after contemplating the phone for a while, pressed the red button. He took some breaths to compose himself. He could not help but wonder if Tristan had given this guy the green flag to call him late at night? He narrowed his eyes at the number before him in the recently received calls on Tristan’s phone, suddenly realizing what he had done. Whomever had been calling Tristan at 2 AM, it was not Oliver’s business to talk to them. And even if it was to save Tristan’s sleep from being disturbed, Oliver had no right to talk to them on Tristan’s behalf. It was for Tristan’s own good, I am just looking out for him, Oliver comforted himself with the explanation. But he was well aware of how meek it was, as he stared at the screen. Tristan could never know that he had talked to Roth that night. Oliver had planned a
For a second, Roth was scared that Tristan would start to think that had he still been in a relationship with Oliver, that ring would be on his finger, but then he realized that he did not need to worry about that. Oliver had not proposed to Tristan in two years, but he had proposed to this guy in two months. Oliver would never have proposed to Tristan because Tristan was not the right man for him, and it’s all about that. Because at that moment, Roth’s perspective about marriage and commitment shifted. The idea of commitment was scary, but the idea of spending an entire lifetime with the man of your desires was utterly beautiful. Roth Dimitri had never imagined himself getting married his whole life, but after having met Tristan Faughn, loving him and has experienced what it was like to be inside him, he realized that he wanted to be able to call this man his husband. Tristan stepped into the bedroom, snapping him out of his thoughts, with only a towel draped loosely around his w
Roth at first went slowly, and then his pace increased, he wanted Tristan never to forget tonight, he wanted to mark his place in Tristan's body tonight and forever, his cock went in deeper inside Tristan, like a mad man he pounded his tight hole faster, deeper, they both grunted as Roth kept going." Oh roth," tristan cried out, " I want to hold you, roth," he said under ragged breath.Roth did what he wanted, his cock slid out of Tristan, they both knew they were not done yet, he took off the handcuff from his hand, and the one from his legs, he removed the blindfold from Tristan, and what Tristan saw almost took his breath away.He saw the fire in Roth's eyes as he moved into the bed, their eyes met." I love you roth" tristan said, his hand moved along Roth's back, down to his butt, and then he slowly guide Roth body into his, he felt Roth entering him again, this time slowly, powerfully " I have always love you, I have loved you for so long that it hurt" tristan said, his eyes no
Roth shakily opened the small cold container he was holding. He had tried until the break point of not pouncing on Tristan the moment he handcuffed him.He walked towards the drawer close to his bed, took out another handcuff and went over to Tristan, he stare at the man lying helpless on his bed, his eyes travelled all the way from his sexy mouth, down to his slightly hairy chest, to his slim waist and then settled hungrily on his cock. It stood so proud outside Tristan's body, the sight of it caused Roth's heart to jump, it was not just beautiful, it was powerful, it was amazing, it was a sight to behold.Roth let out a shaky breath as he watched Tristan move and licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.Tristan wondered what Roth was doing at that moment, he could hear his heart beating wildly as he waited, the suspense was killing him, he was already going crazy being blindfolded and both hands handcuffed to the both end of the bedpost, he felt like a slave to be used f
Roth still couldn't believe his eyes, Tristan, the one whose coat he had used in masturbating was right there in his bedroom, in flesh. He could not describe the different emotions he was feeling, first happiness, seeing Tristan coming back to him, then Love, for this man standing right in his bedroom, whose eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, then embarrassment, he had been caught masturbating with just Tristan's cloth.Not minding being stark naked, or hearing any more words from Tristan, Roth dragged him into his arms in a bone crushing hug. Tears pooled his eyes as he inhale the sweet fragrance of tristan.Tristan's manly fragrance mixed with his cologne hit roths nostrils as he breathed in deeply. He let out a small moan as Tristan's hand slid through his back. He has missed this man so much, never again, he swore within himself, never again would Tristan leave his life.Tristan broke from their embrace, their eyes met, his filled with love and adoration for Roth, while roths eyes
But, that night, the night of Tristan’s birthday, it made more sense than any other night to sit with that coat which still smelled like Tristan. He could not spend time with Tristan on the night of his birthday, but he could let himself pretend that he was with Tristan. He pulled out the coat, and held himself back from sniffing it for a while - acting on the laws of delayed gratification. And then, when he could not take it anymore, he closed his eyes and brought the coat closer to his face, and then took in a deep breath, alongside the scent of Tristan’s cologne mixed with the sweet scent of his body. It was the moment in which Roth realized that a lover’s smell could be as overwhelmingly erotic as his look or touch. The scent of Tristan filled his nostrils and caused his cock to twitch, as eyes still closed, he rubbed his cheek on the coat, imagining that he was rubbing himself on Tristan. Roth kept holding the coat up to his face and inhaled, tentatively at first, but then suc
“Life is not about who loves you in their own way, even though that is appreciated, life is about someone making the effort to understand what way you want to be loved in, and then loving you in that. It’s not about who cares for you obviously, it’s about who cares for you in the least noticeable ways without ever making you feel like they are doing something for you,” Tears were now dripping down Tristan’s chin. Oliver was still unable to make a sense of Tristan’s words, when Tristan’s words answered his unasked question. “Life is not about who tried to get you an interview with their company CEO, life is about who skipped their important meeting and flew to another state for you even when the airports refused to land his flight.”A scowl formed on Oliver’s face as he realized that Tristan had been comparing him with Roth for the past several minutes. Tristan was still continuing to speak, “Life is not about who loves you at their convenience, it’s about who goes out of their way
What Roth told him afterwards left him in shock. As he read Roth’s response to that yes for the fifth time he felt his brain cells starting to go numb. He stared at the laptop screen with a white face, when suddenly he heard a loud explosion sound from the living room, making him jump and the laptop falling off from his lap. He clutched his chest and reflexively pulled the blanket on himself as a way of protecting himself. It took him a while to calm himself as he reminded himself that he was safe in his house. Just as Tristan was about to leave his bedroom to determine the source of the sound, it entered the room in Oliver’s hand. Tristan winced at the sight of the party popper that Oliver was carrying, quickly snatching it from him. Oliver looked slightly taken aback but then chuckled, putting a hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “Happy Birthday, Tris!” Tristan tried to smile but he could not. Oliver placed his hands over Tristan’s eyes and walked him into the living room. When he re
And suddenly a happy memory turned into a horrifying reality. Roth did not know why but his stomach flipped at the thought of some other man kissing Tristan and touching him. He shuddered, but as much as he tried to push that thought away from his mind, it was the reality. Roth had to distract himself. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through Tristan’s pictures in his phone, each photo bringing back a different memory. X-X-X-XTristan was struggling to go to sleep on Wednesday night - or rather struggling was the wrong word, because he was not even trying. It was his birthday the next day, Oliver had asked him to come over to his apartment but he was not yet home. Tristan had started to receive birthday wishes two hours before midnight from his family in different timezones, as he read everyone’s messages with a somber smile, texting out Thank Yous to some people. He could not help but mentally travel back to the time when he used to celebrate his birthday with Roth and
The call logs from the previous night were right before Tristan’s eyes. There was one missed call to Oliver and another that he had picked up. But, before that, there were six missed calls to someone else. The number that Tristan had just typed in his messages was staring at him from his recent call logs with the number 6 in a bracket next to it. X-X-X-XEarlier, every time Roth had that dream, it ended at the pain Roth had felt when that man kept drilling inside him. Every time Roth had woken up covered in sweat, panicking. Every time Roth forced himself to open his eyes because he felt like he wanted to escape. Every time that man had his hold tight on Roth, Roth managed to escape by waking up. But this time, he did not. Roth had not escaped this time - was it because the man’s grip got tighter or Roth’s desire to escape became weaker?Roth didn’t know. This was the first time that he had woken up from that dream covered in cum, and not sweat. This was the first time it had no