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
“I have phonophobia,” Tristan said quietly. Oliver looked at him in confusion - he clearly was not familiar with the term. “Fear of loud noises,” Tristan explained, “When I was a child, there was a bad storm in Ireland one night, and a tree fell over on the attic of our house.” He paused for a while, checking for Oliver’s expression, which had changed from confusion to sympathy. After a while, Tristan added, “My room was in the attic. Since then, I have been afraid of loud noises.”Oliver looked down at their hands, then interlocked his fingers with Tristan’s, and said softly, “I am sorry, Tristan.” Tristan shook his head, “You didn’t know and had no way of knowing.” Both of them sat in silence for a while, holding each other, when suddenly Tristan realized something. He raised his head from Oliver’s shoulder where it had been residing, “What was the party popper for though? Is tonight something special?”Oliver looked at Tristan’s face for a while, then his face broke into a sol
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
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