The Halloween Incident

by Dawn Sister

  “Unscathed?” Tristan regarded him with an incredulous expression, “Danny, you’re covered in coke.”

  “Yeah, but it’ll wash off.” He nodded, “It could have been worse.”

  “Worse than having an ex girlfriend throw a full cup of coke in your face?” Tristan chuckled,

  “It could have been hot coffee,” Danny continued, “Now that really would have stung; or she could have slapped me.”

  “I woulda slapped her back, the bitch.” Tristan said ferociously and Danny chuckled and leaned against him, squeezing his hand,

  “That might have been entertaining.” He muttered. Tristan grinned then with his free hand tugged at the front of Danny’s soaked t shirt,

  “You know you kinda have to wash it off straight away if you don’t want it to stain or dry sticky.” He told his friend as they reached the entrance to their dorm building,

  “Something you’d probably like to help me with, I’m guessing.” Danny said, his eyebrows arched, a wry smile on his lips,

  “Well, if you insist.” Tristan said shrugging nonchalantly, although the grin was still firmly in place,

  “You are insatiable, you know that?” Danny laughed. Tristan’s blue eyes sparkled as he pulled Danny up the stairs and along the corridor to their room.

  He fumbled with the key to get the door open without letting go of Danny’s hand. They fell through the door together and the door shut with a bang behind them. Tristan pushed Danny up against the closed door and kissed him, his lips bruising the shorter man’s with a ferocity and a passion that took Danny’s breath away. He snaked his arms up Tristan’s back and pulled him closer. Tristan’s fingers buried themselves in Danny’s blond curls. Both men moaned and sighed into each other’s mouths, tongues entwined, brushing against teeth and lower lips.

  Tristan pulled away first, his hand caressing Danny’s cheek softly. Blue eyes met grey/green ones,

  “When it comes to you I am totally insatiable, Danny Taylor.” He whispered softly, a smile playing on his lips, “What’s more I’m beginning to think that you are too.”

  “When it comes to you, Tris, I certainly am.” They kissed again, enjoying the feel of their bodies pushed together, Danny’s back up against the door, one of Tristan’s long legs pressed between Danny’s seductively.

  They came up for air once more, a little more aroused, Danny giving a needy little whimper at the absence of Tristan’s lips on his. Tristan did not chuckle or giggle this time though as he had a pensive, thoughtful look in his deep blue eyes,

  “Danny?” he asked, and Danny could hear a slight uncertainty in his tone,

  “Yeah.” He whispered back, trying to sooth the uncertainty away with his hands, sliding up and down Tristan’s spine,

  “Are we gonna be okay?” Danny frowned, the question out of the blue sounded very incongruous coming from his confident, outgoing and sassy friend,

  “What brought that on?” he asked, pulling away slightly to get a better look at Tristan’s now unhappy, faraway expression,

  “I mean, are we gonna get through this?” Tristan asked,

  “What is there to get through now that we’ve been out in public? Juliette: Berkley’s answer to the Gossip Magazine, knows about us now so the rest of the campus will know by,” Danny glanced at his watch, “Oh, five minutes ago.” They both chuckled, but Tristan’s expression returned to that of uncertain and unhappy,

  “I’m talking about everything else.” And Danny knew that he was thinking about the events that had brought them together and the backlash that would surely continue.

  Tristan had agreed to go to counselling about what had happened to him after he had woken several times in the hospital having had nightmares about Troy’s attack. Danny held him tightly, pulling his head down onto his shoulder,

  “You know I am always going to be here for you don’t you?” he murmured softly into Tristan’s ear. Tristan’s arms tightened around Danny,

  “I know that bud, but it’s not just me that has to deal with shit, it’s you too.” He said, “What happened tonight; Juliette’s reaction, that’s gonna happen a lot, maybe not so extreme, but there’s gonna be prejudice everywhere.” Danny knew it, and he hadn’t really given it any thought,

  “Whatever I have to deal with, it’s not as if I haven’t seen anyone go through it before. You came out the other end of coming out without too many black eyes didn’t you?” Tristan laughed, “I grew up watching my brother deal with it every day, it’s not as if I’m a novice when it comes to hearing derogatory names for gays is it?” Danny asked, referring to his older brother who was also gay. Tristan nodded then shook his head then looked a little confused and Danny laughed, wiping two big tears from his friend’s cheek, “Whatever happens we’re together now.” He whispered,

  “We live together, bud,” Tristan sniffed, “that’s kinda gonna put a strain on our relationship, don’t you think?”

  “We’ve lived together for the past year and a half, what difference is it gonna make that we’re now sleeping together?” Danny watched Tristan’s eyebrows raise and his eyes sparkle,

  “You know that everyone thought we were anyway.”

  “Yeah, and we never made much of an effort to quash the rumours really.”

  “Why is that do you think?”

  “Maybe we both secretly wanted them to be true.”

  “Danny!” Tristan exclaimed as the shorter man pulled him into another passionate kiss,

  “Now I thought you were going to help get me out of these wet clothes.” Tristan grinned as his lips brushed Danny’s neck making the blond man gasp with pleasure,

  “You should really take a shower, because coke can get real sticky when it dries,”

  “Among other things.” Danny muttered and Tristan giggled, the noise sending shivers down Danny’s spine. For a moment they regarded each other, eyes sparkling, both seeing in the other’s expression that everything was going to be okay because they had each other,

  “Shower?” Tristan asked his friend,

  “You know I’m never going to refuse a request like that from my boyfriend now don’t you?” Danny asked, as he waltzed across the room. Tristan stopped dead in his tracks at Danny’s words,

  “Your boyfriend?” he asked, “You think of me as your boyfriend?” Danny stopped and turned to regard him, a little uncertain himself now,

  “Yes.” He said, drawing out the word as if it should be understood. Tristan’s smile was radiant and gorgeous and affectionate and lustful all at the same time. Danny grabbed Tristan’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom grinning at his boyfriend’s flushed face. Tristan followed willingly, his blue eyes sparkling, pulling Danny’s coke soaked shirt off as he did.

  They kissed again, smiling against each other’s lips as Danny pulled at Tristan’s

  T shirt to get him to the same state of undress. Hands ran over naked chests, both men sighing and moaning at the sensation.

  Tristan bit his lip as he ran his fingers across Danny’s chest and nipples. He made a face,

  “You’re all sticky.” Danny chuckled,

  “So.” He said, “I think we’re both gonna get a whole lot more sticky before we get in that shower anyway, don’t you?” Tristan giggled into Danny’s neck again, the noise and the heat of his breath sending heat straight to his groin. He was suddenly so turned on he couldn’t wait any longer to have his way with this amazing, sexy man.

  He lifted Tristan by the waist band of his jeans and turned him to bend him forwards over the bathroom sink, his hands snaking around to the button and zipper of Tristan’s jeans. Tristan gasped as Danny pulled his jeans down to pool around his ankles. Tristan leaned almost helpless against the sink as he heard Danny unfasten his own jeans. Then he felt the pressure of Danny’s slicked fingers pushing at his entrance and his legs almost gave way beneath him,

  “Shit, Danny.” He gasped, giving a throaty moan as Danny reached around him for something to use as lube. Tristan handed him some
lotion and he squirted it on his hands before returning to prepare Tristan’s entrance, “Oh my god.” Was all that Tristan could say, as words escaped him. Danny pushed his fingers inside him and began to slowly stretch him,

  "Oh my god, you're gettin' too good at this." Tristan gasped, his breath heaving and his body trembling with arousal,

  "Where are the condoms, Tris?" Danny breathed, his own arousal making him feel he might die if he didn't have this man right now,

  "They're… aah, shit!" Tristan exclaimed, unable to continue as Danny pressed his fingers against Tristan's prostate, causing the taller man to shudder with pleasure. He gripped the edges of the sink to keep his jelly legs from collapsing beneath him, "There are some condoms in the cabinet." Tristan hissed breathily, "You-you'll have to get them bud, I'm fightin' a losin' battle here…Aah, shit, you're not gonna need them if you keep that up." Danny chuckled and reached around his friend to open the cabinet and get out a condom.

  He had to pull out his fingers in order to put the condom in place and Tristan hissed and moaned at the loss of the stimulation Danny had been giving him. He didn't have long to wait before the fingers were replaced by Danny's erection pushing at Tristan's entrance, slicked, and hard,

  "God, Danny, come on, bud, I need you." Danny chuckled again as he pushed slowly inside, feeling Tristan's heat around him,

  "Tris, shit," he gasped at the sensation, that, however many times he did this would always feel as amazing as the first time, "You feel so good." He leaned in and took a deep breath, smelling the soft, musky masculine scent that was uniquely Tristan, before he began to move, thrusting slowly at first. He revelled in the tremble of Tristan's body as he took him, his boyfriend, to the very brink of the precipice.

  Then all either of them could do was moan and gasp. Danny’s hand wrapped around Tristan’s erection and began to pump the shaft with the rhythm of his thrusts,

  “Shit, Tristan, I’m not gonna last long, I’m sorry.” Danny gasped, suddenly feeling his orgasm as he grasped Tristan’s forehead, pulling the dark haired man back into a kiss as he shook with ecstasy and climax. Tristan cried out as he felt Danny throbbing inside him as he came and the sensation sent him over the edge to spill over Danny’s hand and the into the sink.

  For a moment they both stood shakily, Danny resting his head between Tristan’s shoulder blades, breathing hard from the exertion and the power of his orgasm. Slowly he pulled out, kissing Tristan's skin to soften the unpleasant sensation,

  “Now we’re both sticky.” He said softly and breathlessly, and Tristan giggled once more turning slowly and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and burying his face into his soft blond curls. Danny discarded the condom and wrapped his arms tight around Tristan’s waist, planting soft kisses into his shoulder and collar bone,

  “I think I’m gonna like being your boyfriend, Danny Taylor.” Tristan whispered softly,

  “And I’m gonna love being yours, Tristan Gillman.”

  About Dawn Sister

  I like chocolate, coffee and donuts, sometimes all at the same time. I love evenings around a campfire singing in the company of good friends. I like listening to the dawn chorus even if I've been awake all night. I like reading stories with characters that are filled with hope even in their darkest hours. I like happy endings.

  I write M/M romance (with happy endings of course). Find me on Goodreads, follow me on Twitter (@Dawnsister1) and on Facebook (Dawn Sister, Author).

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