by Andrew Grey
The light in the hall was off, and his bedroom was dark. He could hear Tristan moving slightly on the bed, but otherwise everything was quiet. He entered the bedroom and wondered if he should turn on the light. He wanted to see Tristan, so he left and hurried back downstairs. He found a candle in the living room, lit it, and slowly returned to the bedroom.
Harry’s breath caught when the first rays of candlelight touched Tristan’s naked skin. He was even more beautifully golden in this light. Harry nearly dropped the candle, he was so enthralled by Tristan lying naked in front of him. He set the candle on the dresser.
“Come here,” Tristan whispered. Harry moved closer without really thinking about it. He watched every move Tristan made and groaned when he reached for himself and slowly stroked his cock. Harry pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes as he got closer to the bed. Tristan sat up and knelt on the mattress, scooting closer until his scent filled Harry’s nose. He began opening his pants, but Tristan pushed his hands away, leaning closer to kiss him while he worked open Harry’s pants and shoved them down his legs.
Tristan smiled and then leaned close. Harry shivered when Tristan kissed his belly just above the navel and then licked upward. “Damn,” Harry groaned softly. Tristan followed his tongue with his hands, wet heat followed by dry. He closed his eyes and let Tristan have his way. Dang, he loved the way Tristan touched him—firm yet gentle. A man’s touch revealed a great deal about how he liked to be touched, and Harry was more than in tune with that.
When Tristan reached a nipple, he licked and sucked, first one, then the other. Harry stroked through Tristan’s floppy hair, the soft strands flowing through his fingers.
Placing his hands on either side of Tristan’s head, he gently tilted it upward and captured his lips with his own. Tongues dueled until Tristan capitulated with a sigh and Harry took possession of his mouth. He tasted him, savoring his lips and tongue as he pressed Tristan back on the mattress.
“You’re wearing too much,” Tristan mumbled and then wrapped his arms around Harry, sliding his hands inside his briefs and over Harry’s ass. The cotton fabric didn’t stay in place for long, and soon they slid down Harry’s legs. He stepped out of them.
Harry pushed Tristan back onto the bed, stopping when Tristan snickered lightly. “What?”
“You’re still wearing your socks.” Tristan seemed to get a kick out of that. “Is that a thing for you?”
Harry growled, doing his best imitation of Bull. “No. Someone made me forget I had them on with his sexiness.” Harry somehow managed to get his socks off and crawled onto the bed, making sure Tristan’s head was on the pillow before pressing his weight onto him. Fuck, Tristan felt good against him. He was initially concerned that he was squishing Tristan, but he seemed more than happy as he wrapped his legs around Harry and thrust upward, making little mewling sounds of happiness. “There’s no hurry,” Harry whispered, stroking Tristan’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.” He took Tristan’s hands in his, slowly lifting them over his head. He held them both in one hand, kissed Tristan hard, and then shifted back. Tristan’s entire body was now open to him, and he looked him over from head to toe, feasting with his eyes before opening his mouth and getting a long taste. He licked and sucked his way along Tristan’s jaw and then down his neck, sucking where it met his shoulder blade. Tristan whimpered softly, and a quiver went through him. Harry loved the little sounds Tristan made and set out to see how many he could pull from him.
Using what Tristan had done to him as a model, he sucked on his nipples, then licked small circles around the bud. When he sucked, Tristan moaned softly, but when he lightly scraped his teeth over the skin, Tristan thrust his chest forward, silently begging for more. So Harry gave it to him. He continued holding Tristan’s hands so he couldn’t use them and licked down his chest and belly, thrilling at the quiver of muscle under smooth skin. Harry swirled his tongue in Tristan’s navel, and he giggled slightly. Not necessarily the reaction he was going for, but his happiness was incredible to see and hear. It excited him to no end that he was the one making Tristan happy.
Harry followed the light treasure trail from Tristan’s navel down his belly to the head of his cock, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Jesus!” Tristan cried as Harry sucked him deeper and deeper.
Tristan’s flavor burst on his tongue. Harry loved sucking cock almost as much as he loved getting his cock sucked. There was just something about a thick, sweet cock sliding along his tongue. He sucked deeper, and Tristan shivered and slowly bucked his hips forward. Harry stilled him with his free hand, pressing him into the mattress. “Just relax. I want you to feel good.”
“Yeah, but….”
Harry stilled, watching Tristan’s glazed expression. “What?” He gasped as a possibility flashed into his mind. “Didn’t Eddie…?”
“Are you kidding?” Tristan said.
Harry hated the fact that they were talking about Eddie at a time like this, but what the hell. “What kind of selfish pigs were you dating?” Harry asked.
“He said it wasn’t his thing,” Tristan explained shyly.
“The man is an ass,” Harry growled, and then he leaned forward, sucking Tristan to the root, pulling a crying gasp from him. He sucked harder, bobbing his head to give Tristan the full-on effect. He wanted to show him what he’d been missing and how fucking great it could feel.
“I’m afraid to move,” Tristan said. “What if you stop?”
Harry paused and let Tristan slip from his lips. “I won’t stop until you tell me to.” He sucked him in once again and listened to his cries of passion. Harry swirled his tongue around the head, gripping the shaft with his tongue. He was determined to give Tristan a truly mind-blowing experience, and from the way Tristan rolled his head back and forth on the pillow, the gasps, moans, hitched breaths, and the way Tristan gripped the bedding once he released his hands, he was succeeding.
“Harry!” Tristan yelled when Harry took him to the root and held him there. He relaxed his throat and held still. “Good God.”
He would have chuckled, but instead he slowly lifted his head, sliding his lips slowly along Tristan’s cock, gripping it tightly to provide as much sensation as possible. He could tell Tristan wasn’t going to last much longer, so he backed away, wanting the excitement to last for as long as possible. Tristan huffed for breath as Harry let his cock slip from between his lips. He brought his mouth to Tristan’s and kissed him deeply.
“Can you taste yourself?” he whispered between kisses.
“Uh-huh,” Tristan said with a grin. Harry held him close, encircling Tristan in his arms.
“Damn, you feel good,” Harry whispered before rolling them on the bed so Tristan rested on top of him. He stroked Tristan’s back and down over his butt, squeezing the firm flesh. The man felt as good as he looked, maybe even better. “You’re an amazing man.”
“No, I’m not,” Tristan argued.
Harry stilled, gripping him tighter. “Yes, you are. I don’t understand why you don’t see yourself as others see you, but you are amazing. I’d like to blame Eddie for that, but I get the feeling there’s more to it.” Harry kissed Tristan. He knew he was right from the surprise on Tristan’s face, but he really didn’t want to talk about this now. They had plenty of time for that. Right now, he wanted Tristan to know he was cared for.
Harry kissed Tristan’s breath away, swallowing the little moans that tried to escape. When Tristan pulled out of the kiss, the momentary break in the passion had passed and the excitement built once again. Tristan wriggled on top of him, grinding his pelvis to Harry’s, their cocks sliding along each other in breath-stealing surges of pleasure.
Tristan slid down his chest and belly, tasting him as he went. Harry closed his eyes and let his mind float on the waves of ecstasy. Harry was shocked at how little it took for Tristan to drive him nearly out of his mind: a kiss on his neck, a lick over a nipple, hands tracing down his belly, the swirl of
a tongue in his belly button. Harry desperately wanted more and had to stop himself from pushing for it. Harry suspected Tristan was used to having the people he was intimate with telling him what they wanted, and he would then comply. That wasn’t Harry’s way.
When Tristan sucked him into his scorching wet heat, Harry stilled. Damn, that was awesome, and as Tristan took him deeper, sucking harder, Harry realized he was in the hands of a true expert. “What the hell?” he gasped when Tristan did a thing with his tongue that he thought was going to blow the top of his head off. He wanted to hold Tristan’s head and thrust like hell. All his instincts told him to go ahead, but he stopped himself and let Tristan set the pace.
Within a minute he was nearly out of his mind. Harry’s legs shook as Tristan’s lips glided down his cock. He swore Tristan had special lip-locking skills, because the heat and extraordinary pressure drove him toward the pinnacle of desire in seconds. “Tris…,” he warned and managed to still his head. The last thing he wanted was for Tristan to stop, but the tiny logical portion of his brain that was still functioning reminded him that they had never talked precautions, and there was no way in hell he would endanger either of them. “Tristan, no,” Harry gasped. “We need….”
“What?” Tristan snapped.
“Protection. I’m right there, and we… you….” His brain failed him. “We haven’t talked about protection,” he managed to add after a few gasps.
“I’m clean. I got tested after I broke up with… you know who….”
“I haven’t been tested lately,” Harry confessed. “I’ve always been careful, but….” He tugged Tristan’s lips to his. “I want to be sure before we go any further.”
Tristan made a face. “I hate sucking on latex.” He looked so damned cute with his eyes half-closed and his mouth curled to make his yuck face.
“Then you won’t have to,” Harry countered with a grin before clutching Tristan to him and rolling them on the bed. Tristan squeaked slightly, and then Harry kissed it away. “Is this okay?” Harry asked, sliding his hands down until he cupped Tristan’s butt.
“Yes…,” Tristan sighed, holding Harry tightly, spreading his legs.
Harry shifted his fingers, ghosting the tips gently over Tristan’s opening. Tristan gasped and arched his back slightly. “Is that good?”
“Yes… I want….”
“I know what you want.” Harry kissed Tristan and then sucked on his ear while he teased the skin around Tristan’s opening. Tristan shook beneath him. Damn, he loved how Tristan reacted to his touch. It was unbelievable. He’d been with men who were loud or demanding. He’d even been with a screamer who he swore was going to bring the house down around them, but nothing had ever been as exciting or erotic as Tristan’s soft, breathy whimpers that seemed to fill the room and resonated in Harry’s ears.
Harry stilled, and Tristan tightened his grip on his neck. He reached to the nightstand and fumbled around, swearing under his breath when he couldn’t find what he wanted right away. Finally his fingers clasped a small bottle, and he came up with the lube. Harry opened the bloody thing and slicked his fingers. He probably spilled some onto the sheet as well, but he didn’t give a damn. His heart pounded in his ears, and all he wanted was Tristan. He fumbled the bottle back onto the stand, and it stayed upright somehow. Then he forgot about the damn thing.
Tristan started slightly when Harry pressed a lubed finger to his opening, swirling and teasing the hot skin. “Just do it, please…,” Tristan begged.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry countered and pressed a finger inside him, the muscle gripping him tightly. Tristan was tight—really tight—and Harry groaned at the thought of being surrounded by his molten heat. “I will if we go too fast.” He twisted his finger slightly, and Tristan moved upward, holding Harry and giving him better access, which Harry took full advantage of.
Tristan gasped and shivered when Harry tilted his finger slightly, locating the firm nub of nerves. “Harry!” Tristan stilled and stiffened, and Harry repeated the movement. In his experience, some guys had a spot like that and others didn’t. Harry was thrilled Tristan was one of those who did. “Do that again,” Tristan whispered.
“I will, sweetheart.” Harry added a second finger, opening him up until the muscle relaxed. “But I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.” He was already feeling very protective of Tristan, and now that he had him in his bed and was holding him in his arms, he never intended to let him go. In a strange way, he could understand some of Eddie’s obsession with the slight man, because damn if Harry was going to let him go without a fight.
Harry pulled out his fingers and reached toward the nightstand. But in order to do that, he had to release Tristan from his hug.
Tristan sprang into action, snatching the condom when Harry came up with it and ripping open the package. “I’ve been thinking about this and waiting for this for days.” Tristan rolled the condom down Harry’s length and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He squeezed more than was needed onto the condom and delighted in spreading it all along Harry’s shaft, stroking hard and fast. Harry’s cock throbbed and he closed his eyes, holding on for dear life, since Tristan was already driving him crazy. “Just so you know, I’m not giving you a chance to back out.”
Tristan stood up on the bed and straddled him, then lowered himself down. Harry gasped when the head of his cock pressed to Tristan’s opening. He waited, holding his breath, but Tristan didn’t move. He held still, and Harry’s cock throbbed insistently. He thrust forward because he damn well couldn’t help it, but Tristan held him still before finally lowering himself.
Harry gasped as Tristan’s body bloomed around him. He wanted to slam upward, burying his cock deep, but stopped, even though it took all of his control. Tristan huffed and hissed softly as he sank lower and lower. Harry watched, enthralled by the expression of sheer bliss on Tristan’s face. His eyes appeared glazed, his lips slightly parted. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Harry breathed, and he gripped Tristan’s thighs, pressing him downward until he rested on Harry’s thighs and released a small sigh.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Tristan muttered and scooched his hips around slightly. Harry adored the tight, searing heat that surrounded him. Tristan clenched. The breath whooshed from Harry’s lungs, and his eyes crossed under the wave of intense pleasure that coursed through him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Tristan leaned back and slowly lifted his hips. Up and down, in and out—it was almost too much.
Harry lifted his hips to meet Tristan’s movements. He couldn’t stop. It was like Tristan’s body called to him. When they parted, he needed to be back inside. “Damn,” Harry whispered
“Yeah!” Tristan cried as he continued dropping onto Harry’s hips and then bouncing off. He had so much energy, and Harry was enjoying every second. Tristan wasn’t the least bit quiet. Before, he’d been quiet, but now he let loose a steady stream of cries, grunts, and moans that echoed off the walls of the bedroom. “Fuck me!”
Harry thrust upward, lifting Tristan, burying himself inside his intense heat. There was nothing better than this, and the times he’d been with other guys didn’t compare. Tristan was incredible, breath stealing, and as hot as the sun. “Yeah, God, Tris,” Harry gasped and let himself go completely. The happiest and most thrilling of instincts took over as their lovemaking intensified. He stopped suddenly.
“What?” Tristan asked, stopping as well almost mid-stroke, his hand on his long cock.
“Nothing,” Harry said quickly, pushing the surprise from his mind. It had been a long time since he’d made love with anyone, and it certainly had never happened after such a short time. He’d forgotten how incredibly intense it felt to have his heart as well as his body engaged. Harry sat up and tugged Tristan to him. He needed skin-to-skin contact. Their bodies separated, but only long enough for Harry to roll them on the bed. He lifted Tristan’s feet, placed them on his shoulders, and sank back into his heat. For the few seconds they had been
separated, he’d missed him, and Tristan seemed to feel the same way: he sighed deep and long as their bodies reconnected.
“Yeah,” Tristan whimpered as Harry sank deep, pulled all the way out, and then sank deep once again. “Fuck me, Harry.”
“No,” Harry said in a whisper, sucking on Tristan’s ear. “But I’ll love on you all you want.” Tristan gasped as he clutched at Harry.
Slowly Harry began to move, taking his cues from Tristan’s breathing and the smallest reactions of his body, like the way he threw his head back when Harry got the angle just right or the hitch in his breath when he was getting close. Harry was shocked at how much he learned simply by watching for tiny signs. What amazed him even more was that he wanted to watch for those signs. Harry loved sex, and he’d had plenty of it, but this was so much more than that.
“I can’t take much more,” Tristan whimpered into Harry’s ear. Harry understood, because he was fast approaching the point of no return as well. He stroked Tristan’s long, slender cock until the muscles around him contracted hard. Harry felt Tristan reach his climax, balance on the edge, and then tumble over. He got all that from his breathing, and then within seconds Harry followed him into the pleasure of erotic oblivion.
HARRY CAME back to himself slowly, but he really wanted that floaty feeling to last forever. He held Tristan and then kissed him. They both groaned when their bodies separated, and after a few minutes of blissful closeness, Harry got up, disposed of the condom, and got a warm cloth and towel, using them to clean Tristan’s skin. Then he returned it all to the bathroom, blew out the candle, and got into bed. Tristan curled up next to him, and Harry closed his eyes, falling into a happy sleep.
Until his phone rang.
Harry snatched the dang thing from the nightstand, checking the time, and wondered who in the hell could be calling at six in the morning.
