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 brief second, their eyes met. The green of his eyes with the dark of the man before him. And then the man before him quickly tore his gaze away, he picked up the phone and handed it to Tristan. Their fingers brushed and for some reason, Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. The intervenor’s thumb lingered at the back of his palm a little longer before it softly brushed across it, such that Tristan felt tingles in his whole body. The organ between his legs skipped a beat. And then the man pulled away, took a few steps backwards and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Tristan in a state of trance. There was only one man on the planet that had that kind of effect on him. “Roth,” Tristan whispered between his lips. His hands were shaking as he pocketed his phone, and he stared into the crowd in which Roth had just disappeared. He had just met Roth, without knowing that he was meeting Roth. The nervous excitement put a whole other energy in him, and he stepped on the dance floor wi
Roth pulled away from him in confusion, or was it hurt and annoyance Tristan saw in his eyes? The voice belonged to a man in his late 40s, with a kind face and wrinkles around his eyes. He sounded amused, “I recognized you because of your partner.” For some reason he winked at Tristan. Tristan knitted his eyebrows together in confusion - did he know that man? And how did that man know him well enough to assume that his partner would be Oliver?x - x - xRoth felt his entire body starting to panic, as Mr. Brown addressed Tristan. That was the minute Roth realized that he had made a terrible mistake a year back when he hired that investigator to investigate Tristan’s whereabouts. “Who are you?” Tristan had always been famous for his straightforwardness. “Haha, didn’t you friend Mr. Dimitri tell you which investigator helped him win the bet?” The man chuckled and Roth felt furious inside. He wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t do that without blowing his cover and revealing his ident
No, he would make it up to Tristan, he decided inwardly. What he was feeling for Tristan in that moment, he had never felt for anyone before, and Roth was not going to let that once in a lifetime feeling go. x - x - xThis is it, Tristan thought to himself, I am not going to get played by him anymore. Now that he had somewhat sobered up, he had not stopped thinking about the kiss for once. Roth had initiated the kiss. All his life Tristan had waited for that one moment, that one person to love him back, and right when he had lost all hope, it happened. Tristan’s heartbeat sped up as he thought of Roth’s hands on his body, supporting him, feeling him, caressing him. The way Roth looked at him, the iris of his gray eyes so dark they appeared black. Just the thought that Roth knew it was him, and Roth had initiated the kiss - Roth had kissed him himself, brought a smile to Tristan’s face. He could not believe the previous night had been a reality. The most he had been hoping for wo
They finally separated as Tristan unconsciously stopped kissing. Tristan caught him looking at himself and panickedly he took off his shirt while Oliver took off his pants and boxer briefs. Then he leaned over Tristan again and continued kissing. After a few moments he moved his lips to Tristan’s neck.x - x - xTristan couldn't help but start to moan, running his hands over his back. His touch was divine. He went down slowly, first kissing one nipple, then the other, then the navel, and then he came to Tristan’s crotch, which was hard as a rock.Oliver looked at him and then took his cock in his mouth. He slowly began to work it, running his tongue over every inch of it. He stopped first at cock head and kissed the top of it. Then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue so that he could run it over the tip of the glans, and then he went down to Tristan’s testicles and licked them.He just moaned, touching his chest. He went back to his dick and picked up where he left off. He t
The day was not going to go as planned, little did he know. He went on instagram as usual. And the first thing that was to ruin his day happened. He saw the red circle around Tristan’s name and clicked on it to view his story. What’s called heart being stopped, someone should have asked Roth at that moment. Tristan was shirtless, and so was the man beside him, they were both grinning and there was a winking emoji on Tristan’s nipple. It was obvious, they had just had sex. The very thought made Roth’s heart fall into a dark pit of despair. Yet, he couldn’t help but stare at the picture. It could have easily been him in place of that strange man. Why is it that we only realize the importance of things right after we have lost them? Tristan’s body had gotten somewhat fuller, and he looked healthier. Tristan’s smile in the picture was bright and sparkly, as he smiled with his eyes. The love of a good man had indeed transformed him. Roth didn’t know why he felt so jealous of tha
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