The Halloween Incident

by Dawn Sister

  “Both.” Danny was frowning in confusion, “I think it was you that made me horny, in that damn costume.” Tristan snorted with laughter at his friend’s discomfort and his confession,

  “So you’re sayin’ that if I want another kiss from you all I gotta do is wear that costume?”

  “No.” Danny pushed him in mock anger, but regretted it instantly as Tristan’s laughter turned to a gasp of pain, “Shit Tris, I’m sorry.”

  “You gotta be gentle with me bud.” He groaned, holding his ribs. Danny was kneeling beside him on the bed now, laying concerned hands on his friend’s ribs. He looked up into Tristan’s deep blue eyes and his expression changed to one of tenderness,

  “I will be, always.” He said softly. An image of Tristan lying sprawled on the bathroom floor covered in blood suddenly appeared his head. He gasped and felt tears form in his eyes. Tristan was staring at him: at his tears,

  “Danny, what’s wrong?” he asked, full of concern. He lifted his hand to Danny’s face and wiped away a tear that had welled up and was falling slowly down his cheek,

  “That bastard.” Danny spat, making Tristan jump, “He hit you and I wasn’t there, I should have been there, looking out for you, watching your back.”

  “You can’t always be there to fight my battles for me, bud.” Tristan said soothingly,

  “You wouldn’t have had a battle to fight if I hadn’t dared you to kiss one of Troy’s lackeys.”

  “I never back out of a dare, Danny, you know that, especially when it’s you doin’ the daring.” He gave Danny a wink. Danny chuckled and shook his head,

  “Maybe I should just be more careful about what I dare you to do in future.”

  “Okay, no dares, if they’re too dangerous.”

  “We’ll still do dares though?”

  “Of course, as long as it doesn’t involve me getting’ beat up.” He laid a reassuring hand on Danny’s chest as he looked pained and apologetic. His expression changed quickly and he gazed at Tristan warmly,

  “I dare you to do it again.” Danny said, settling to sit on his heals. Tristan’s hand was still on his chest and Danny’s hands were still on Tristan’s ribs,

  “Do what again?” Tristan asked him,

  “Kiss me.” He said. Tristan gasped,

  “I thought we said nothin’ dangerous.”

  “Kissing me isn’t dangerous, Tris.” Danny sounded hurt,

  “We’re friends, Danny.”

  “And we’ll always be friends, Tris,” Danny assured him, “I want you to kiss me. I want to see if it feels as good as it did last night.”

  “It felt good?” Tristan asked, their faces were close now,

  “Oh yeah.” Danny breathed, closing the gap and pressing his lips to Tristan’s.

  Tristan moaned as Danny’s tongue pushed his lips apart and brushed against his own. Hands entangled into hair at the back of necks to pull each other closer. Tristan tasted of donut and coffee, and Danny was hooked. It didn’t feel as good as last night’s kiss, it felt better. Danny could feel his arousal growing as Tristan pulled him to lie beside him on the bed. Tristan’s long legs brushed against his and suddenly Danny could feel Tristan’s hardness against his thigh,

  “I want you, Tris.” Danny whispered, “I want you so much it hurts.”

  “Oh my god.” Was all Tristan could say as they surrendered to their desire.

  Chapter 7: Roommates to Lovers in One Easy Step

  A moan escaped from Tristan’s mouth as Danny’s lips pressed against his and his tongue pushed for entrance once more. He wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and pulled him on top of him. Danny resisted and their lips parted. Tristan gave him a quizzical look, confusion showing in his blue eyes, ‘oh god those eyes’,

  “Ribs, remember.” Danny reminded him, “You don’t want this heavyweight on top of you.” Tristan reached up and pulled Danny down to him, his hand on the back of his neck, his lips eagerly parting to kiss him once more,

  “Danny,” he breathed, “I’ll tell you if it hurts, believe me.” Tristan still couldn’t quite believe this was happening after all the time they had spent together as friends. He had always buried his attraction deep, so as not to jeopardise their friendship. He had no idea that Danny had been doing the same, since, up until right now, he’d thought Danny was straight.

  Danny compromised on position. As much as his desire was driving him to take charge and be on top he did not want to put any pressure onto Tristan’s bruised ribs so he rolled onto his back and pulled his friend on top of him. Tristan’s eyes widened at the manoeuvre and then his smile returned, he pressed his lips once more to Danny’s and they kissed eagerly, passionately, slowly.

  They were both helplessly aroused and Danny could feel Tristan’s erection pressing against his through the thin cotton of their sweatpants. Tristan kissed his cheek, jaw and neck eliciting delightful moans from Danny as he did. Tristan moved his hand down Danny’s body to the low waist band of his pants, his fingers pushing inside to brush the tip of Danny’s cock. He gasped and arched his back into the touch.

  Danny couldn’t ever remember feeling this aroused and this excited when he’d been with a girl. Then he had always felt like he was the one doing all the work. They had wanted to be with him, sure, but it had always been him doing the kissing, the touching and they had been along for the ride, literally. With Tristan it felt so different, as if it was suddenly his first time again. It was his first time, with a man, but it was still sex right? So it was basically the same, but somehow so unlike anything he had experienced before. Tristan knew exactly what he was doing, and Danny, usually so in control in the bedroom, was suddenly the novice. He had made the first move, pulling Tristan into the kiss but that was where his dominance had ended and he had allowed Tristan to take over.

  Suddenly Tristan pulled him to a sitting position and tugged at his t-shirt. Danny lifted his arms to allow it to be pulled over his head and then he did the same for Tristan, a little less swiftly since it hurt his friend to lift his arms too high. Danny gasped as he saw the bruises on Tristan’s ribs for the first time. A large angry, purple welt had formed where Troy had kicked him and Danny instinctively reached out to gently touch the area,

  “Oh my god, Tris, that looks really bad.” He whispered softly,

  “It ain’t no picnic in the park, Danny, but I’ll live.” Tristan smiled at his friend’s concern. He reached out a hand and caressed his friend’s cheek. He was suddenly filled with doubt and his deep blue eyes regarded Danny’s serious grey/green ones, “Danny?” he asked, softly. He had to be sure this was what Danny wanted. He hadn’t imagined the way Danny’s body had reacted to their kiss, but was this really what he wanted? Danny could see the doubt clouding those amazing blue eyes,

  “What’s wrong, Tris?” he asked, was Tristan having second thoughts?

  “Is this a good idea? I mean, we’re friends, this; what we’re doing now, it will change everything.” He was giving Danny a get out clause, but Danny was certain he did not want it,

  “We are always going to be friends, Tris.” He smiled,

  “I’m a little confused, Danny, because you have never shown even the slightest bit interested in any guy all the time we have known each other.” His brow furrowed. He was attracted to Danny but he had had no idea that Danny felt the same. If Danny was curious about gay sex he had no desire to be his gay experiment, not that he thought for one minute that Danny could do that to him, it didn’t stop the tiny niggling doubt in the back of his mind,

  “I’ve never wanted any other guy, Tris.” Danny explained, his grey eyes gazing into Tristan’s, “You’re the only one.” Tristan gasped and Danny nodded to reinforce his explanation.

  Danny shuffled closer to Tristan, his hands caressing his friend’s arms. His fingers moved up to Tristan’s shoulders and then slowly drew imaginary lines down his chest. His fingers brushed gently over Tristan’s hardened nipples, causing his friend to gasp and his breath to quicken. He had
no idea that a guy’s nipples could be so sensitive, Tristan’s reaction proved they were. It was both sensual and alluring. No one had ever bothered to discover that about him, he suddenly wanted Tristan to touch him the same way. He lifted Tristan’s hand and placed it on his chest. He was breathing heavily now, his erection still throbbing inside his pants.

  Tristan leaned close, his eyes half closed, watching his friend through thick, dark lashes. His lips brushed Danny’s neck and shoulder, his tongue moving slowly over his warm skin. He licked a trail across Danny’s clavicle, and then down to his nipples. Danny gasped with pure pleasure as Tristan sucked and nibbled on each one,

  “Shit.” Danny moaned and he fell backwards. Tristan continued to trail kisses down his torso, over his firm stomach and down lower still, driving Danny wild. His hand once again slid into his pants and fingers brushed the tip of Danny’s cock, feeling the wetness of the precum already leaking from it. Danny bucked his hips again into the caress. God this was good.

  Tristan straddled him, kissing him just above the waistband of his pants. Danny was panting heavily with arousal now. His desire was too much, he needed Tristan to do something now or he was going to shoot in his pants,

  “Tris, please.” He gasped, “Please.”

  Tristan looked up at his friend, his blue eyes questioning, Are you okay? Is this okay? Danny met his with grey/green orbs, answering, more than fine, my friend.

  Tristan tugged at Danny’s pants and he lifted his hips to allow them to be pulled down and off. Danny’s cock sprung to attention and Tristan gave a small moan before closing his lips around the tip. Danny bucked into the touch, gasping and whimpering with pure pleasure. Tristan’s mouth closed further around the hardened shaft and Danny cried out at the sensation. His hands moved to Tristan’s head and his fingers entwined his dark hair. The sensations were driving him over the edge and he was close, so close,

  “Tristan, fuck, I’m gonna shoot, oh god.” He cried out as Tristan grabbed his hips and held him firmly, taking him deeper into his mouth with a moan. He lifted his eyes to look at him and as Danny met his gaze it sent him the rest of the way. With a cry of pure pleasure he came deep into Tristan’s throat, bucking and calling out his name uncontrollably. No girl had ever been able to do that to him, no girl had ever been so eager to do that to him. And still Tristan did not stop, he sucked eagerly, making sure he got every last drop of Danny’s seed. Danny lay back exhausted, his senses leaving him, his orgasm almost rendering him unconscious in its intensity.

  Tristan moved up the bed to lie next to him, his lips caressing his jaw and cheek and then his lips. Danny was still breathing hard and heavy, he felt hot all over but Tristan’s body felt hotter next to him, laying the full length of his. Tristan kissed him, his tongue brushing his lips and Danny could taste himself on those lips: those soft lips that had just done such amazing things to him. He kissed back, breathlessly,

  “You ok, Danny?” Tristan whispered between kisses,

  “I think I just died.” Danny whispered and Tristan chuckled,

  “You gettin’ it yet?” Tristan asked him, “You getting’ how much better it c’n be?” he whispered into his ear, his breath sending shivers down Danny’s spine. Danny regarded him, his eyes wide,

  “I think I might be, Tris.” He propped himself up on his elbow and traced a line down Tristan’s side with his fingers. Tristan gasped as Danny’s fingers moved closer to his crotch. He pushed inside the waist band of his pants,

  “This is hardly a fair fight, Tristan, you’re still dressed and I’m naked as a jay bird.”

  “That’s easily solved,” Tristan shuffled out of his pants and Danny’s eyes wandered down to Tristan’s erection. He felt his face grow hot as he gazed at it.

  Slowly he reached down and touched it, curiosity and desire taking over and disconnecting his thoughts from his actions. Tristan had made him feel better than any other partner he had ever had and he wanted to do the same for his friend. He had no idea how to go about it though: he only knew what he liked, although judging by what had just happened he didn’t even know that because he had never enjoyed a blow job so much before. It had never been given with so much pleasure before. His fingers hesitated on the moist tip of Tristan’s cock.

  Tristan sensed his hesitation and halted his hand with his own,

  “You don’t have to anything you don’ wanna do, Danny.” Tristan whispered. Danny gazed into his deep blue eyes,

  “I wanna do everything, Tris, I just don’t have a clue where to start.” He admitted and Tristan smiled, suppressing a giggle. A giggle, jeez, Tristan Gillman giggles? Could this day throw any more surprises at him?

  “Why don’t you let me show you?” Tristan said, in such a seductive tone that Danny could feel his own cock recovering and filling out again. He had never recovered so quickly and judging by Tristan’s reaction to his recovery, he was also pleasantly surprised. He shuffled off the bed and Danny felt cold at the absence of his warm body against his.

  After some rifling around in a draw Tristan returned with a jar and straddled Danny’s legs. Danny’s eyes widened as he recognised the jar label. He had seen this standing on Tristan’s bedside table many nights after his latest conquest had left and Danny had returned to their dorm. Danny hadn’t used lube before so this was just something else that was going onto his different list. Tristan took a handful of the stuff and began to rub it onto Danny’s almost fully erect cock. After a few strokes and many gasps of pleasure from Danny, it was fully hard and Tristan smiled with satisfaction, his tongue licking across his top teeth as he regarded Danny with a questioning look. He then took another handful of lube and began to massage himself, between his butt cheeks.

  Danny gasped at the implications now. He wanted it, oh yes he wanted it. He wanted to know how it felt. His breath quickened again as Tristan took his hand and pulled it around to his opening,

  “I need your help, Dan.” He murmured, “It feels better when it’s not me.”

  “What do I do?” he asked, as he pushed a finger into Tristan’s opening. Tristan lifted slightly on his knees in reaction to the penetration, gasping and biting his lip,

  “Oh, god, just do that.” He gasped, “Do it with more.” And Danny obliged feeling how tight Tristan was, but then feeling him relax a little as his fingers stretched him. Tristan pulled away from him and leaned in for a kiss. He whispered softly in Danny’s ear, “Now do it again, but not with your fingers.” Danny gave a moan and gently flipped Tristan over onto his side, his back to Danny. Slowly Danny positioned himself and pushed inside Tristan, slowly penetrating and gasping as he felt the tightness and heat around him.

  Tristan gasped and moaned and whimpered for Danny to go deeper, to move faster. Danny did everything he was asked and more. As Tristan turned his head to claim a kiss Danny instinctively wrapped his arm around his friend’s hip and took a hold of his hard cock. He began to rub up and down the shaft in rhythm with his thrusts and Tristan seemed to just melt into the double contact. The thrusts became faster, harder and Danny had never felt anything like it. His gasps and moans matched Tristan’s as they were joined together in this act of pure pleasure.

  Just when Danny thought it couldn’t get any better Tristan suddenly cried out and pushed back into him, grabbing handfuls of sheet as leverage. He had obviously hit some kind of sensitive spot inside his friend and Tristan’s moans became cries and yells. Danny was shocked at the reaction, he had always considered himself a good lover but he had never made a woman scream before. Tristan screamed his name and then Danny felt his muscles contract as he came over his hand and the sheets. Danny was pushed over the edge by the sensations of his friend’s orgasm and cried out himself as his second orgasm in ten minutes shattered his body into a million pieces.

  They lay, Danny spooning Tristan, gasping for breath, exhausted and sweaty,

  “That was different.” Danny said between gasping breaths and Tristan began to laugh. He turned to face Danny and kissed hi
m gently and breathlessly on the lips and cheek and jaw,