by Z. Allora
His hair hung in damp waves, and all traces of his eyeliner had vanished, but even in his state of cuteness, he still took Tristan’s breath away. Tristan forced himself to say, “No, not at all.”
“So, um, I guess….” Phillip shrugged.
Tristan’s heart sank. He planned to leave. Granted, what they’d done at the club probably meant nothing to Phillip, but Tristan couldn’t let the most erotic thing that ever happened to him go so easily. “Could you help me take these out?” The way Phillip looked down at the towel made Tristan clarify, “My contacts.”
“Oh, right.” Phillip shrugged and followed him back into the bathroom.
They both washed their hands again.
Phillip boosted himself onto the vanity and sat, bringing them face-to-face. “Let me see.”
Tristan stepped closer. “I feel like a jerk. I did it at the doctor’s office. I just….”
“Why don’t you use a little more saline solution to wet them?”
“Okay.” Tristan squeezed some into his eye and onto his fingers.
Phillip patted a tissue to remove the excess saline that ran in rivers down Tristan’s cheeks. The tenderness melted Tristan’s insides. “Now, hold your eyelids and move the lens just a little. Sometimes it helps to unstick it and gently pinch the contact. There you go!”
Tristan set the disposable contact on a piece of tissue. He followed the same pattern and removed the second lens. “Thanks. I thought I’d have to wear disposable contacts the rest of my life.”
Phillip chuckled. “Nah.” He hooked his ankles around Tristan’s thighs.
Maybe he hadn’t been aware of what he was doing to Tristan, but the intensity of his stare built.
Tristan longed to tell Phillip how important he’d become and that he was much more than a friend. “Phillip… I love—”
“Tris, don’t,” Phillip begged, as though Tristan was taking something away instead of offering everything in his world.
“But—” An insistent pair of lips stole the words.
Phillip pressed his lips to Tristan’s there, among the pristine white of the bathroom. The kiss, soft and sweet, recalled everything good and happy Tristan had ever experienced.
Though he couldn’t let that kiss mean goodbye. So when Phillip pulled back to inhale, unfamiliar words formed in Tristan’s mouth and seemed like a good idea. “Will you teach me how to suck cock?”
Phillip’s mouth dropped open. “Um… yeah.” He straightened and grinned. “And I just happen to have a cock that would look amazing between your lips.”
Chapter 7
AH, BLOWJOBS! Phillip’s world stabilized. He found himself back on familiar ground. Well, usually he gave, but still in the realm of sex where he could maintain his distance and sanity. He was simply getting off with a friend and teaching him how to suck cock. No big deal, just a usual Saturday night.
Pushing aside the unpleasant feelings that surged when Phillip thought of the lessons benefiting some future stranger, he stumbled into Tristan’s bedroom.
Tristan appeared incredibly calm as he methodically undid his overly decorated bed. He set the beaded pillows into a chair one at a time. Tris folded the puffy comforter once, twice, and then he smoothed the sheet down over the bedding.
Phillip reined in his impatience and would have gladly cleared the bedding with one wild toss of the damned thing right to the floor, but Tris seemed to breathe easy as he went through the ritual motions.
Tristan turned and gave him a shy smile. Damn, the towel had begun to slip lower on Tristan’s hips, allowing Phillip to see the darker blond trail of hair going under the terry cloth. Maybe he could drop to his knees and—
“Do you want me to undress you?” Tristan’s voice held a huskier quality than usual.
The offer hit Phillip hard. Unfamiliar panic surged and tried to overwhelm him, because he wanted nothing more than for Tristan to peel off his clothes with kisses and then love him—“Um, no. That’s okay. I got this.”
Phillip stripped off his borrowed clothing rather than endure the slow, intimate removal Tristan would provide. Shit! He needed to keep in control of their little exercise, so to this end, he jumped into the middle of the bed and posed before Tristan could take a step closer.
“Oh, okay.” Tris didn’t hide his frown or the fact he supplied a sizable peg to hang his towel on. No denying Phillip turned him on. Correction, no, a naked guy in his bed excited him, because that was all Phillip was in this situation.
Perspective restored. Phillip brushed his hair out of his eyes and touched the bristly shaved sides. Trying to avoid Tristan’s frown, he jested, “So, you don’t have my bj hair grip.”
“What?”
“You know, bj training wheels.” Clearly the joke wasn’t all that amusing, but Phillip demonstrated by grabbing Tristan’s hand and placing it on top of his head. “See? In case I need to be guided.”
Instead of digging his fingers into Phillip’s hair and fisting the hair tight, Tristan caressed his head with a gentle hand. The sweetness in this man started to crack something deep inside Phillip. Can’t have that. “So, on to the blowjob seminar. What do you wanna know?”
“How to make you feel good.” Tris’s eyes held affection, hope, and heat when he glanced at Phillip.
Phillip had never met anyone this sincere. The adoration shining through Tristan’s expression made the walls Phillip had painstakingly tried to reinforce start to crumble.
Fuck! He’d rebuild later. Swallowing unruly emotions that raced to the surface, he said softer than he’d realized, “Anything you do will feel amazing to me.”
Tris pressed a kiss to Phillip’s cheek, and then he worked his way between Phillip’s open legs and got eye level with Phillip’s eager cock.
The focused attention made Phillip’s dick straighten and throb. Christ! Tristan hadn’t even touched him, only the ghost of the air he exhaled.
“How should I do this?”
“Wrap your hand around me and lick.” Phillip didn’t believe Tristan needed the instructions, but he needed to be touched. Now!
Tristan took a firm hold of Phillip’s cock and licked over the tip.
“God!” Phillip gasped and bucked upward, hoping to get more of that erotic tongue. Another tear appeared. Tristan swiped across the top, then circled around the tip again and again.
Phillip shivered with outright desire to come and finally begged, “Lick along my shaft, Tris.”
Tristan lashed his tongue down one side of Phillip’s erection, around the base, and along the other side to the tip.
How could anyone find this man boring? His innocence and slight hesitations made everything he did scream pure excitement, as though he were taking you where no one had ever been.
The exquisite sensation tormented Phillip. God! He needed Tristan to do everything faster.
When Phillip’s cock had been spit shined for the hundredth time, and he was positive he’d die, Tristan’s breath breezed across him. Mother of all fuckable things. Phillip groaned a whimpered plea. “Tris, put me in your mouth.”
Tristan darted a glance at Phillip’s face, and then a bit of a sly smile Phillip had never seen him wear changed his face from adorably sweet to sex god and—
Hotness engulfed Phillip, and holy motherless goat, Tristan sucked the first three inches in.
Fuck! It had been way too long since Phillip’s cock had gotten wet in a talented mouth, but Lord Almighty, this was awesome. Maybe Tristan had a superior mouth, or maybe it was incredible because this was Tris.
No, can’t get carried away with… emotion. Phillip reached out, intending to tug Tris roughly as was protocol. But instead, he stroked Tristan’s hair to thank him for everything he gave to him.
Tristan pushed down to the root, choked, and pulled off coughing.
Sitting, Phillip asked, “Are you all right?”
A red-faced Tristan nodded but wouldn’t look at him.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to g
o deep to make me…. Your mouth feels fucking great. Use your hand and jerk me off into your mouth onto your wicked tongue.”
Tristan took the instruction and did exactly that.
“Yeah. If you can suck—fuck!” Phillip fell back flat on the bed. Tris sucking on the first few inches along with the firm strokes were…. “Yeah, just like that. Goddamn, that’s fantastic.”
He stopped trying to catch his breath. Impossible! He panted while he watched Tristan’s bobbing head.
The bed shifted and rocked in a definite rhythm. The towel parted, and Tristan jacked off with his left hand.
Phillip should offer to help.
He should do something, but Tristan’s very attentive mouth on his cock left him without the ability to do anything other than tilt his hips. It was the slightest of invitations.
Tristan paused and stared at Phillip’s adjusted position.
Phillip planted his feet farther apart, so Tris could have even better access.
An innocent glance asked for permission.
Phillip pushed his ass toward Tristan, not caring if he appeared eager. It had been an eternity since he’d had anything other than his own fingers.
Taking the hint, Tristan traced his spit-wet finger along Phillip’s opening. Back and forth, he tantalized with lethargic sweeps of his fingers.
It was the final piece of the puzzle. Without a doubt, once he had the direct stimulation, Tristan would be swallowing everything he worked for. “God, yes. Push your finger in me.”
Teasing around once, twice, and then finally Tristan dipped his finger inside Phillip as he stroked and sucked.
“Fuck my ass with it. Yeah, like that.” No matter how demanding and greedy Phillip was, Tristan gave him everything he needed and more. His balls tightened. He tried to hold on to the feeling radiating from his middle for as long as he could, but his control smashed.
He whispered, “Tris,” and lost the battle, coming hard, allowing the long-awaited elation to take him. He shot again and again. His muscles squeezed around Tristan’s finger, and his cock filled Tristan’s mouth.
When his shattering orgasm finished, the finger slid out of his ass and the bed rocked in a familiar roll-and-shake motion until Tristan moaned around Phillip’s spent cock.
Damn! Phillip hadn’t even offered to help him, and oddly enough, Tristan hadn’t asked him. Any man Phillip had ever been with practically commanded him to return the favor immediately. Some expected it before he was even done coming. But Tris took care of Phillip, then himself.
Confusion tried to course through Phillip’s tired mind. His instinct demanded he get dressed and go home. Blowjob tutorial complete, but damn, when Tristan dragged himself to the nest of pillows and held him tight, Phillip didn’t want to go anywhere.
“You wanna watch TV?” Tristan tucked the comforter around them and then kissed his cheek.
“Can’t move.” He should leave, and he would… in a bit. Maybe he’d just close his eyes and allow himself to be snuggled.
“You don’t have to.” Tristan pulled the picture above his bed out from the wall, revealing a television on the other side.
“You’re a prince,” Phillip muttered into Tristan’s chest before sleep claimed him to the tune of a late-night comedy show.
WHERE THE fuck am I? This was too comfortable to be his bed. Whose arms were around him? Phillip never stayed overnight with anyone…. Oh, it’s Tristan.
He peeked over his shoulder. His librarian with his stylish glasses grinned at him. A warm contentment settled over his heart.
Shit! Phillip needed to counterbalance his sappy feelings with some snark. “Were you going to wake me by masturbating over me?”
“I wasn’t going to wake you,” Tris deadpanned as he eased Phillip back against his chest.
Phillip snorted. “No denial over your intention to jerk off on me? Well, at least that’s honest.”
Tristan rested his hand on Phillip’s midsection and rubbed in tantalizing circles, going ever lower with each pass. “Why would I jerk off over you when I can get you off?”
Tristan slipped his hand lower and danced it over Phillip’s erection, stealing any words he hoped to say.
He shouldn’t let Tristan take care of him again, but he dropped his head back on the broad shoulder behind him. His cock straightened as if to direct Tristan’s attention to where it was required. “That sounds like an offer.”
“It is.” Tristan wrapped his hand around Phillip and gave a slow stroke.
Phillip groaned. It was tempting. But under the guise of practicing to suck dick, Tristan had made him come again rather early this morning. And not once had he asked for anything from Phillip.
The inequality troubled him. Though maybe it was only concerning because he rarely allowed himself to be on the accepting side of this equation. Whatever.
Phillip shifted, and Tristan’s dick nestled between Phillip’s asscheeks, agreeing that some attention would be appreciated even if Tristan drew his hips back.
It was left to Phillip to make this more equitable. Maybe that would help stem the tide of all the feelings he was having.
He rolled over onto his side. Restless movements slid the blankets and sheets down, revealing Phillip wasn’t the only one interested in putting his morning wood to good purpose. He rubbed the head of Tristan’s dick.
“Mmmm.” Phillip stroked the warm, hard shaft. He’d had bigger, but Tristan was the right size to suck or fuck, if the mood struck.
Tristan groaned and tried to still Phillip’s strokes. “I’m too close.”
That confession knocked everything skyward. “Me too.”
Phillip tucked his face into Tristan’s shoulder and kissed him.
Tristan moaned his approval, encouraging more kisses and bites.
Spinning toward the foot of the bed, Phillip captured Tristan’s erection between his lips. Screw teasing and taking things slow.
Tris throbbed and was more than ready for Phillip’s attention.
He licked Tristan’s slit with the tip of his tongue and let his mouth fill with saliva. Then he pushed his mouth down to Tristan’s base. Oh, how he loved the strangled sounds Tris made, so desperate and out of control. Phillip dragged his lips back to the top of Tristan’s dick.
Tris wheezed and panted. His eyes and mouth opened. “Please.”
The usual power of the moment swept through Phillip, but something else seeped in… a genuine desire to make Tristan happy. Had he ever really focused on the men he was with? Sure, he paid attention to the physical cues and their cocks, but this need to give someone happiness with his mouth. This was—
Don’t ask why, just do. Phillip started his slow descent.
“No!”
What? Phillip stared at him. This was a first. Tristan didn’t want him to continue with his expert blowjob? “No? You don’t want me to swallow for you, Tris?”
Tristan pawed at Phillip, trying to rearrange him closer. Ah, the movement put Phillip’s dick in mouth range. A desperate, strangled sound accompanied his words. “Want to have you too.”
Shock, delight, and arousal fought for top priority in Phillip’s overwhelmed brain. He let his body be guided into a position he’d never done—sixty-nine. “That can be arranged.”
Tristan moaned around Phillip’s cock like it was better than getting his own sucked. His eager mouth confused Phillip and stalled his own activities until Tristan shifted, reminding Phillip of the original plan.
He wrapped a hand around Tristan, stroking and sucking him. Damn, this position wasn’t as easy as porn made it appear. It was distracting to be sucked while trying to suck. To give and to accept…. How did he do that?
One piece of him wanted to focus on pumping Tristan’s mouth full of cum as quickly as possible, and the other part wanted to savor giving Tris satisfaction.
Eventually the war within him settled, and Phillip followed the rhythm Tris set. Timing the strokes made it feel like he was giving himself a blowjob.
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God, Tristan’s tongue licked perfectly, and his sucking…. The blowjob class was a success. Fuck! Too good!
Phillip grunted around Tris and tried to keep his hand and mouth busy as he came.
He must have succeeded, because a few moans later he had a salty mouthful to swallow.
Wow. He licked and sucked until he was too sensitive to allow Tris to continue. “Damn! That… damn.”
Tris chuckled and pulled him to the top of the bed.
Worry and fear tried to creep in and steal Phillip’s happiness, but his doubts were eased when Tristan gathered him close. He stayed wrapped in Tristan’s arms, trying to ignore how much he enjoyed basking in the affection.
An adorable snore signaled that the intense snuggling had sent Tristan back to dreamland. When he rolled over in his sleep, Phillip followed and cuddled up to his back feeling… complete.
He lay there for a long time, listening to Tristan breathe. If Phillip were the romantic sort, he might even believe their hearts had synchronized. Instead he focused on trying to tame Tristan’s wild hair. Blowjob class did no one’s hairstyle any favors.
As Phillip finger-combed the sun-kissed strands, Tristan started making the cutest little sighs. The contented purrs continued, smashing through the crumbling walls around Phillip’s heart.
What was happening?
Phillip didn’t want to let go… even as part of him struggled with the need to escape what his heart craved. Maybe he could—
No! He needed to exit.
Pausing, he leaned over his sleeping beauty and pressed a kiss on Tristan’s cheek. Wait, his sleeping beauty?
Granted, he’d put that satisfied smile on Tristan’s face. But the pleased gratification was simply the result of a cock well sucked not of a relationship. Last night was simply a sexual tutorial. It was just sex.
Tristan wasn’t his.
Though why did everything about this amazing man make Phillip wish he could—
Time for a shower!
He bypassed Tristan’s bathroom and opted for the guest bath—after all, he was just a visitor. He used the facilities, brushed his teeth, and took a quick shower.
