He saw Tristan curled up in a ball at the foot of the couch on the floor. He had several cushions surrounding him, two were on himself. He was so well hidden between all of them that Roth had missed him earlier. Roth stood up and rushed to Tristan. He kneeled down beside him and panickedly removed all the cushions from on top of him. Tristan appeared unconscious.Roth felt like his heart was about to stop. Was he too late?He took Tristan’s head in his wet cold hands and gently slapped Tristan’s cheek, desperately shouting, “Tristan, wake up!” Roth didn't know whether it was his voice, or the cold of his hands that Tristan opened his eyes. His eyes shot up at the ceiling. His eyes were wide in fear, as he shook his head and sat up straight, picking up the cushions from the floor. Roth gently took the cushions away from him, and said, “It’s okay, Tris. I am here now.”That was when Tristan acknowledged him. Tristan's eyes went even wider as he took Roth in, before he whispered, “
Tristan saw him looking at himself, and smiled at him. Roth smiled back, but he did see that after noticing Roth observing him, Tristan’s hands were shakier and he spilled some tea on the slab. Roth chuckled to himself - so much had not changed. He stepped forward and offered to take the kettle from Tristan’s hands. Tristan handed the kettle to him. Their hands brushed together for a brief second before both of them pulled away, several colors of the past flashing on their faces as they looked up at each other. The golden-green eyes met the gray-black eyes, and what was not in that eye contact. Tristan was the first one to tear it away. He stepped back and hastily picked up his teacup, proceeding to take a seat at the stool around the kitchen island. Roth eyed him with a sad smile, then poured out his own tea and pulled out another stool from underneath the kitchen island. Several moments of silence passed between them, before Roth spoke, running his finger around the circular ed
Tristan took a deep breath and grabbed Oliver’s arm, “Let him go.”Oliver turned around to face Tristan and raised an eyebrow at him, “Why are you taking his side? huh? why are you taking the sides of someone who treated you like the dirtiest and lowest trash on earth?" Oliver tried so much to keep his anger in check, but the image of how he had seen them when he entered the compound kept haunting him, kept mocking his mind, fueling the anger coursing his veins.Roth was now staring at the ceiling with the same bored expressions that he was wearing during the meeting. His nonchalance seemed to infuriate Oliver further. Oliver shook Roth’s arm aggressively, “Did you fuck my boyfriend last night too? Because that’s the only thing you seem to know how to do.”Roth’s face turned red instantly, but he still did not say anything. He pursed his lips together, glaring into Oliver’s eyes. Tristan knew the amount of self control it was taking Roth not to end Oliver’s entire career right then.
That no reaponse from Tristan cooled Oliver off a bit, he should bot have asked him that straight up, they had to mend their gradually broken relationship, thanks to Roth. He decided he would ask Tristan again, but for now, they both need to be in good terms. Oliver helplessly love Tristan, he could not imagine Tristan being out of his life, and can't stand the thought of him going back to Roth. Oliver took a step back wards and sighed, his voice dropping down to its usual tone, “I am sorry. I have just always been insecure about Roth. I know you still love him,” Tristan looked up at his face in puzzlement but oliver continued speaking in a tired voice, “And I know you never loved me the way you loved him, and I know it’s not in your control but it breaks my heart, Tristan.” Oliver’s voice that was on the verge of breaking calmed Tristan too, as he softly nodded. “I am sorry about the search history thing and keeping it a secret that I was working with Roth,” Tristan hung his head
One minute, the man was rotating his finger inside Roth then the next he was bending it in half, then straight again. Even the pillow wasn't much good anymore as his sounds of excitement grew in a crescendo. He inserted a second finger.His other hand started massaging Roth’s large bollocks now sodden with his saliva that had escaped out of his gapping hole as his fingers began fucking him harder and harder.The man’s warm moist hand traveled up his pulsating shaft and stroked it up and down ever so softly. Roth’s head thrashed into the pillow as he could feel himself reaching his climax. The man knew exactly what he was doing, this master of men. He didn't want Roth ejaculating until he'd felt his own thick sperm filling up Roth’s dark cavern.The man took his hands away from Roth’s body and replaced them on his hips. Roth’s body burst into goosebumps as his muscled hairy thighs touched the back of his. Roth felt his hardness rub up and down between his cheeks and he felt the power
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
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
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