Tristan walked out of the bedroom, dressed in baggy pants and a sweater vest on top of a button down shirt. To complete the outfit he had put on a cross body bag on himself too. Everything about him screamed an art fanatic. Taking a look at him, Oliver did not even have to check the list to see where they were headed, it had to be some sort of art museum. “Aren’t you dressed yet for the Met?” Tristan gasped as he looked at Oliver, who was dressed in a plain-white T-shirt and blue jeans. Oliver chuckled, “I would have preferred if you wanted me undressed.”Tristan smiled teasingly, walking up to Oliver, “All in good time, baby, all in good time.”Oliver groaned, “Do we have to go to the Met? You must have gone there a million times!”“Yes, but never with you!” Tristan’s voice was firm enough to make it clear to Oliver that he was not changing his mind. “Can’t I just stay here and appreciate the art in front of me?” Oliver grabbed Tristan and pulled him towards himself, as color ros
That and the fact that he was alone now. Eleanor or no one could replace Tistan, but earlier at least there had been Eleanor. This was the first time in his life that he was utterly alone, and he did not like that idea. But he disapproved of the idea of being with someone more, so he would have to pick off the lesser evils. The desktop beeped again, and this time when Roth glanced at it, he didn’t have to be disappointed. A satisfied smile spread on his face and he pushed the intercom button to order his manager to get his car ready as well as the chauffeur. That notification was the single ray of hope in Roth Dimitri’s life at that point. x - x - xOliver was five months into his new project. The workers had started working on the actual building after establishing the basic framework. Oliver now had to go only twice a week to check on the progress, and he was satisfied with his routine. Tristan, on the other hand, was far from satisfied with Oliver’s routine. Oliver being at ho
Usually he would not even bother passing on the message to Roth, but something about the way this man cared for his boyfriend spoke to him. “What is it?” Roth’s brittle voice hit his ears, making him regret calling Roth. “Sir, are you familiar with our architect, Oliver Bardott?” “Get to the point.” The manager stifled another sigh. “Sir, he wants you to meet his boyfriend who is just starting his new business and could help with more partners,” Even before uttering the sentence, the manager could tell how absurd it sounded, as he internally condemned himself for calling Roth for something so lame. “And what are you for?” “Huh, I am sorry, sir?”“I hired you to tackle this stuff yourself and not let it get to me, but instead you are the one conveying these messages to me. If you can’t do your job properly, tell me and we have no shortage of candidates who would give anything to replace you,” The manager was especially unlucky to have caught Roth on a bad day. After another fiv
At that point, Roth did not know what to think. Thankfully, he was saved from the trouble as his phone rang in his hand, the caller ID of Pvt. Investigator Brown taking over the instagram profile of Oliver Bardot. “I have good news for you, Mr. Dimitri,” Mr. Brown excitedly announced as soon as the line connected, “Looks like you have won the bet!” “What bet,” Roth was confused - until he remembered, “Oh, yeah…”Mr. Brown was too much in his own element of excitement to register Roth’s response, “We have found Mr. Faughn’s boyfriend’s details! Guess who it is?” “Oliver Bardot …” Roth spoke in a voice that was barely audible. Mr. Brown seemed disappointed, “Of course I knew you knew that, but you should have let me have my moment. You had been playing along for months and now when my big moment arrives, you didn’t let me …”Roth smiled dryly. He hung up after apologizing to the man, thanking him for his help in ‘winning the bet’, and finally telling him to discontinue his investiga
“Already taken care of, sir. Can I ask you a question though?” He could not take it anymore. “Go ahead,” Now Roth sounded busy. The company manager had learnt to distinguish Roth’s genuine voice from his business voice. “You never agree to meet any CEO’s - even the influential companies, the meetings are handled by your secretary, then why are you so intent on meeting this new business owner?” There was silence on the other end of the line, which made the manager regret having voiced his thoughts. Then Roth said, his tone dry, “You know the traits necessary for the job of a company manager directly beneath the CEO?” The manager’s heart sank and even though he knew it was a rhetorical question and however he responded it would not matter, he knew he had to say something, “Sorry, sir.”“That’s not the answer to my question.”“Yes, sir. I am not supposed to ask you questions - you will be asking me questions,” His voice was low and flushed. “Good, I should not have to remind you aga
Even though Tristan had moved on with Oliver, he still couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of the people in Roth’s life - Eleanor or maybe some other girl now. He couldn’t help but feel bad for himself - Tristan really thought that him and Roth had something special, but as it turned out - they didn’t. Roth had easily replaced Tristan without missing a beat - in his life, in the company, … on the show. That last one hit really close home and Tristan felt a pang in his chest. He could move on from Roth, but he could never move on from the hurt. Tristan knew that it was no coincidence that Oliver had received the call from his company a day after their anniversary. A day after he had posted Oliver on his instagram … Roth had seen that post - and that was the only post on Tristan’s feed that did not have a like or comment from Roth. Some part of Tristan was waiting for a sign of acknowledgement from Roth that he had seen it, because a major part of Tristan wanted Roth to. He want
He pondered whether that was a good thing or not that Oliver was no longer going to be there. How was Tristan supposed to show that he was happy and had moved on without Oliver by his side? But Oliver being there would be risky - a lot of people from the company knew him and if they happened to say something before Oliver, he would know that Tristan was a co-owner of that company earlier, and whilst that knowledge itself was not a threat, the fact that Tristan kept it from Oliver fo so long could become one. x - x - xTwo hours before the dinner was about to commence, Roth was pacing around his bedroom anxiously thinking whether or not Tristan would attend the dinner. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts’ list to land on Tristan’s name. He loudly exhaled. If only it was more like the simpler times when he could just call Tristan and ask him if he would be attending dinner or not. The times when he and Tristan texted every detail of their lives back and forth al
Mr. Brown himself had arrived - he was not wearing a mask either but that was because Roth hadn’t told him to. He was sure Tristan would not know him. He was about to be proven very wrong in exactly one hour and 54 minutes from then. Roth’s eyes had not left the elevator door for even a millisecond - he still had not arrived. Even if he would be wearing a mask, Roth knew he would recognize him. He had spent years living with that man. He knew everything about him down to his walk and hand movements. x - x - xAs Tristan’s Uber stopped on the front gate of that restaurant, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. The only guest who could understand the reason behind this restaurant being chosen as a venue had arrived. He had not taken a good look at the invitation to check the venue, he had just handed the card to the driver. He took in a deep breath and held it in for a while - that was the only way he could keep his knees from shaking. All that anticipation of seeing him, and n
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