“Think of how much fun we can have practicing rope on each other now,” Tristan breathed, taking time to lick his cock again. “I’ll be happy to let you tie me up. And I can’t wait to see you in my ropes.”
Another sexy moan rolled from Kyle.
They’d practiced ties on each other before, countless times.
Now it could reach a sexier level it never had before.
Tristan slowly stood, dragging his body along Kyle’s as he did, wrapping his arms around the man before kissing him. “After dinner, I’m going to enjoy letting you fuck my ass and ride me ragged before we go to sleep.”
Kyle nipped Tristan’s lower lip. “I have to be up early tomorrow.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to sleep alone if we’re an item.”
“Good.” Another slow, sweet kiss. “I don’t want to sleep alone, either.” Kyle closed his eyes and tipped his head against Tristan’s shoulder. “The rope group will be fun next week.”
“Damn right it will be.”
“You’re going to tease me the whole time, aren’t you?” Kyle’s hands settled on Tristan’s ass and squeezed.
“I might be a Top, but a bitch just might be willing to volunteer to be your rope bunny for the good of the class and to show I’m nothing if not a team player.”
He loved the sound of Kyle’s laughter. “We going to eat on the couch tonight?”
Tristan snorted. “Since we don’t have to worry about Louisa perving on us or complaining we’re sitting around naked, uh, yeah.”
* * * *
Despite how early it was, Kyle coaxed Tristan into his bed after dinner for the legitimate reason that his king-sized bed was bigger and, frankly, more comfortable than Tristan’s queen-sized mattress.
“And I have to be up earlier than you.” He made sure his alarm was set.
“We need to have a serious discussion about swapping beds around,” Tristan said. “I like having a bathroom right there and not down the hall.”
“We can do that. I—” Kyle’s phone rang.
Marilyn’s ringtone.
Tristan groaned and rolled onto his back. “Fuck me, she’s not even dating you and she’s cock-blocking me.”
Kyle knew if he didn’t deal with this now, she might try calling again. Or if it was Dillon calling from her phone and Kyle didn’t answer, he’d have to call the kid back anyway or he’d feel like shit until he did. “Yeah?”
“Hey.” It was Marilyn. “Dillon wanted to know if you’re coming by tonight to work on the coupe. I thought if you were, you could have dinner with us.”
Yeah, this could have waited. “Sorry, not tonight. Tris and I already had dinner, and we have plans.”
“Oh. Okay, no problem.” He hated that she sounded so disappointed and prayed she hadn’t gotten Dillon’s hopes up.
“Maybe some other time,” Kyle told her. “We’ll probably come by sometime this weekend to work on it.” He glanced at Tris, who rolled his eyes, but his smile told Kyle yeah, he’d go with Kyle and help.
Even though Tristan wasn’t a motorhead and he didn’t know jack shit about cars.
But he’d go with him.
To keep him company.
Plus Marilyn wasn’t fond of Tristan, and the feeling was mutual. It’d help keep her away from the garage while he was trying to work, and Tristan could help keep Dillon distracted so Kyle could focus.
“All right, I’ll tell him. Thanks again for the battery and coming to get us the other night.”
“No problem. Listen, I need to run. Talk to you later.”
“Okay.”
He set his phone to silent and stretched out next to Tristan. “Better?”
“‘Dinner,’ huh?”
“Yeah, I know. I can see it now.”
“Good.” He rolled on top of Kyle. “Because I’ll call her out she tries shit with my man.” He sat up. “When you telling her about us?”
“If it comes up. But honestly, I’ve never discussed anything like that with her.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since you broke up with her.”
“I’ve gone out a couple of times.”
“Fair point. I’m not a dirty secret, and I won’t keep you one. We do this, we’re doing it, in the open.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. Look, I love the hell out of Dillon, okay? I’m trying to keep things copacetic with her for him. No, I will not lie to her and say you and I aren’t together, but you’re a teacher. You know kids, and you know how crazy parents can be during a breakup. I’ve heard you tell stories about that. Hell, even your own parents. Look what you said they put you guys through in the divorce.”
* * * *
Tristan immediately felt like a heel. “Yeah, I get it. Keep in mind he’s not your kid. She finally finds someone who is decent, they might not take too kindly to your presence in Dillon’s life.”
“I think that contradicts your point, but okay, I’ll accept it. I only want what’s best for the kid. No, he’s not mine. But if I can be a stable, loving presence in his life for now, I’m not going to turn my back on him.” He flipped Tristan over onto his back, surprising him and making him laugh.
“Damn, man. That how you want to play it tonight?” He wouldn’t admit there was something fricking sexy about having a guy who could manhandle him, and with whom he didn’t have to hold back, either.
Kyle grabbed Tristan’s hands and pinned them over his head, Kyle’s body stretched out along Tristan’s. “Just for a little bit. Then you can have your way with me.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
“We’ll take turns.”
“I like the sound of that even better. Lube and condoms?”
“I’m fine bareback if you are.”
Tristan blew him a kiss. “I am fine with it, except logistics. I have a feeling we’re going to be fucking like bunnies for the next several weeks, and neither of us need a UTI right now. Unless you want to pause our activities so we can retreat to mutual bathrooms and clean out?”
“Ah.” Point apparently taken. He released Tristan’s hands and leaned over to open a side table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Eh, I’m out of condoms. Haven’t exactly needed any.”
“I’ll go grab some. And a towel.” He sat up, but Kyle cupped him around the front of the throat and shoved him back down with a deliciously evil grin.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Tristan’s cock throbbed. “Apparently nowhere yet.”
Kyle leaned in. “Damn right you’re not.” He slanted his lips over Tristan’s, devouring him.
Tristan didn’t even mind. His lips eagerly parted, his tongue dueling with Kyle’s as they kissed. Wasn’t even kissing so much as slaking their mutual hunger.
Need.
Kyle had apparently shaved during his earlier shower after returning home, because his cheeks felt relatively smooth against his own. Tris wrapped his arms around Kyle, hooking a leg around his for good measure. There was a time for sweet and cuddly and romantic.
This was not that time.
Right now, Tristan wanted it hard and fast and leaving him feeling it for days.
Feeling it for life.
Kyle worked his way down Tristan’s jaw, to the hollow of his throat, where he nipped him. “Maybe I want to tie you up and spend a couple of hours figuring out how to make you beg.”
“Dude, I’ll beg you now, without the ropes. I need a good, hard fucking.”
Kyle grinned. “Tell me.”
“I need that gorgeous cock of yours plowing my ass. I want to feel your balls slapping against me as you make me forget every other cock I’ve ever had, much less every pussy I’ve ever fucked.” He reached down to where Kyle was now teasing his nipple with his teeth and plunged his hands into Kyle’s hair. “Stop teasing me, dude. Please!”
Kyle straddled him and sat up. When Tristan realized his cock lay perfectly nestled along the seam of Kyle’s ass, he started trying to hump ag
ainst him.
Kyle leaned in and kissed him again. “I want you to fuck me first,” he whispered against Tristan’s lips. “Show me.”
“Do you even know if you’ll like that?”
“I might have used toys on myself before.”
Tristan flipped him over onto his back, grabbed him behind the knees and shoved his legs up and back, and smiled down at him. “Then hold your gorgeous ass right there for a minute while I get supplies.”
Chapter Eight
Kyle’s pulse raced as he watched Tristan’s naked ass run out of the bedroom. He didn’t move, holding himself open.
Tristan quickly returned, dropped the supplies on the bed, and shoved a towel under Kyle’s ass. “First things first.” He pulled on a nitrile glove and generously applied lube to his index finger. “I want this to feel good.”
He slowly teased Kyle’s ass, gently pressing, working lube into him. While he did that, he slowly pumped Kyle’s cock with his other hand, until he was rocking his hips in time with Tristan’s movements.
Damn sure felt better than when he’d used toys on himself in the past. Tristan’s hand slowly stroked up his cock, swiped over the head, and down again. Not nearly enough to get him off, but a teasing rhythm that made Kyle want Tris to hurry up and get him ready and fuck him already.
Tris stopped stroking his cock, but inside Kyle’s ass, his finger turned and found Kyle’s sweet spot. His cock jerked in response as he let out a moan.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Tris started slowly fucking Kyle’s ass with his finger, making sure to glide along his prostate with every stroke.
Damn.
Yeah, this felt good, all right. Better than good.
Tristan worked him up to two fingers, then three. Every time Kyle thought the burning pinch would be too much, Tristan slowed and rubbed his button again and nearly shot him into orbit.
Finally, Tristan sat back and withdrew his fingers from Kyle’s ass. “I think that’s enough.”
By that point, a large and growing puddle of pre-cum had gathered on Kyle’s abs. Tristan pulled the glove off inside out and donned a condom.
Reaching over, he scooped up the pre-cum and slathered it all over the condom. When he knelt between Kyle’s legs and pressed the head of his cock against his rim, he smiled down at him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His hips rocked forward.
Kyle gasped as Tristan paused, letting him adjust to him before he finished sinking his eight inches inside Kyle’s ass.
Tristan held still and leaned in to kiss him, caging him with his arms on either side of his head. “For the record,” he said, his lips just above Kyle’s, “I want you to fuck me like you stole me when we change positions. That’s why I’m not going to make you come just yet.”
Kyle reached up and hooked a hand around the back of Tristan’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss. With a fistful of Tristan’s hair to hold him in place, he tried to rock against the man, drawing a muffled laugh from him.
Tristan managed to draw back enough to smile down at him. “I want your cock in my ass tonight, mister. I let you come now, that might not happen.” He slowly drew out until just the head of his cock remained inside Kyle before pressing forward again.
“You can fuck me faster and harder than that,” Kyle growled.
Tristan’s smile widened and he pointed at himself. “Saaaadist.”
* * * *
What Tristan really wanted to do was make this last all night long, have them both call in sick tomorrow, and spend all day in bed together.
Except they both needed to work. And Louisa’s damn stunt had eaten one of Tristan’s family leave days.
This weekend would have to be soon enough.
Kyle hooked his legs around Tristan and thrust up to meet him stroke for stroke as Tristan really settled into a rhythm.
“Can’t believe I’m the first guy gets to tap this ass.”
Kyle’s hands had drifted down and settled on Tristan’s ass. He squeezed, a grin filling his face. “Lucky bastard.” Between them, his rigid cock brushed against Tristan’s abs.
“That’s right—I am. I finally get you.”
The way Kyle’s tight ass pulsed around Tristan’s cock threatened to shove him over the edge sooner than he wanted. Even slowly long-stroking Kyle, Tris felt like he hovered near the edge.
It didn’t help that Kyle was actively trying to fuck back against him, hands grabbing, fingers digging into Tristan’s ass.
Sooo much better than all his fantasies. Every bit of it.
He slowed to a rolling grind and loved that it made Kyle gasp. “You’re killing me, dude. Hurry up, I want to come!”
Tristan was too busy trying not to nut yet to come up with a snappy reply. Except then Kyle rolled them over again, taking him by surprise.
He grinned down at him. “Okay, now will you come for me, you stubborn asshole?” He started riding Tristan’s cock, slamming down onto it, and Tristan couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Kyle’s hips and thrust up, burying his cock inside him with a groan as pleasure erupted from deep within him and he filled the condom with his cum.
“You sonofabitch,” he gasped. “I wanted to last longer.”
Kyle kissed him. “You can last longer tomorrow night. I need you.”
Tristan cleaned up in the hall bath because it was closer before he returned to Kyle’s bed. “How you want me?”
“Just like that.” Another kiss, and had kissing ever felt so good? Kyle didn’t just like to kiss, it was a sexy feast, perfection behind his smile, a pleasant surprise Tristan hadn’t imagined quite like the reality.
Reality was better.
Kyle donned a glove, and Tristan spread for him. Kyle took his time, even stretching out next to Tris and kissing him as he lubed him up and got him ready.
“Where was that spot again?” He felt Kyle twist his hand, and then his own cock jerked as Kyle found his prostate.
“Ohhh, fuuuck!” Tris moaned.
Kyle grinned. “Look at that. That kind of reaction will inflate a guy’s ego.”
“Inflate your ego, your cock, I don’t care. Get that cock in me now!”
Kyle sat up, stripped off his glove, and proceeded to sheath himself in a condom and do just that. All pretense of playfulness disappeared as his cock slid inside Tristan.
“Shit!” Kyle gasped. “Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Because we’re both chickenshit idiots. You do remember the part where I told you to fuck me like you stole me, right?”
Kyle’s eyes dropped closed for a second. When they fluttered open, his gaze nailed Tristan right in the feels.
This time when Kyle kissed him, it felt…satisfied. Tender.
Like all his hopes and dreams wrapped up in a bow and handed to him on a silver platter, just waiting for him to claim them.
“I love you,” Kyle quietly said. “I was scared to admit it.”
Tristan held Kyle’s head in place so he could kiss him, love him. “Love you, too, dude. We can do mushy later. Right now what I need is you.”
* * * *
“You don’t understand—I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Kyle suspected he was fucking this up.
“Yeah, I understand, all right. Trust me, I’m good with that. What I’d be even better with right this second is you fucking me.”
So Kyle fucked him. He withdrew and slammed into him, hard and deep and Tristan’s moans digging into his soul.
“Oh, yeah,” Tristan groaned. “Like that.” He looked up at Kyle with a hooded gaze. “I’ll give you forever if you keep fucking me like that. Don’t you dare hold back, either.”
There was something incredibly sexy about the look in Tristan’s eyes. Marilyn had been…well, okay in bed. Honestly? He’d had better.
Like right now.
Right this second, he was having the best and hottest sex of his life.
And it only took me finally
admitting to my best friend I’m in love with him.
Marilyn had liked it over quickly and wanted it tidy before going straight to the cuddling. She wasn’t a fan of talking dirty, or good hard, raw fucking, or—
I’m an idiot.
He braced his arms on the bed on either side of Tristan’s head and stared down into his eyes as he took what he wanted.
Tris wanted it hard?
He’d give it to him.
Tris reached between them and started stroking his cock, which had grown fully hard again. With his other hand he reached up and fisted Kyle’s hair so he could kiss him. His tongue fucked Kyle’s mouth as hard and savagely as Kyle’s cock was fucking his ass.
Even the condom sheathing his cock didn’t diminish the pleasure he felt with every thrust.
“Just like that,” Tris muttered against his lips. “Don’t you fucking stop. Drive that gorgeous cock into me.”
His voice sounded deep, throaty, dredged from the same bottomless well of need inside Kyle, desperate passion and yearning calling to be slaked.
Their gazes locked and the thought flashed through Kyle that, yes, for the first time in his life, he could see himself spending the rest of his life with someone else—with this man.
His balls slapped against Tristan’s ass with every thrust. Every dark and dirty sexual fantasy he’d ever had, he could now imagine making come true with this man. Hell, they could take turns being on bottom, he didn’t care.
Because Tristan wasn’t just his friend. Not anymore. All he’d needed was that last bit of courage to bridge the gap between them.
Now Tris was his everything.
Tristan furiously pounded away at his own cock. When Tris came, the exquisite sensation of his ass squeezing Kyle’s cock sent him over the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, Kyle’s balls drew up tight and as ropes of cum emptied into the condom, he kissed Tristan again.
Kyle collapsed on top of him, both of them breathless, kissing, quiet.
“Duuude,” Tristan finally mumbled. “We are gonna sleep sooo fricking good tonight.”
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