The company manager came to the aid of a very confused Oliver, “Mr. Roth and Mr. Tristan were best friends - Mr. Tristan was the co-owner of this firm. Give him your code, he has known Mr. Tristan longer than you have.” Oliver had never been more baffled in his entire lifetime. That was too much information to process. “Code, NOW!” Roth’s rushed voice was not going to give him the time to process it. Oliver spilled out the code in a low, dead voice, as he pulled out a chair from across the table and sat on it. The members around the table looked at him expectantly as the presentation slides came up on the screen once again as the call disconnected. Oliver stared at them blankly, he was not sure he even remembered the contents of the presentation now. The manager came to his aid, thankfully, “The meeting is dismissed, there will be a follow up tomorrow morning where you can present your opinions about the building design.”As everyone was leaving the presentation room, Oliver turn
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
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