by Z. Allora
“I’m ready for a party.” Phillip looked Tristan up and down in a way that still made him blush.
Tristan wasn’t a fashionista like Phillip, but even he wouldn’t attend one of the hottest weekend parties in jeans and a red T-shirt that had white letters proclaiming “My boyfriend’s smart. He’s with me” to a gathering that sounded more like a weekend of elegant debauchery.
“Come on in. I’m just locking up the front.” Tristan pulled him inside and gave him a kiss. Then he turned the key, bolting the front door of the library.
Phillip stepped farther inside the darkened library. “Is everyone else gone?”
“Um, yeah. It’s just me here this late. I’m leaving through the back door to check the alarm.” Was 7:00 p.m. considered late? He planned to go home, do some cooking, and maybe watch a movie.
Phillip strutted over to him. “Well, before you check the alarm, why not let me come in your back way?”
“What?” The word was barely out of his mouth, and Tristan let himself be dragged through an aisle of books. “What about your Red Party?”
Phillip pushed him against the shelf and shifted in close, letting Tristan feel his erection. “It’s almost our anniversary. I want to live out a fantasy for my party.”
“A fantasy… with me?” Tristan had been pretty sure they’d done just about everything almost everywhere. He’d become a fan of public displays of Phillip’s affections: blowjobs in the park, hand jobs at the movie theater, and yes, even glory holes at the bookstore three towns over.
Phillip unbuttoned Tristan’s pants. “Yeah, I’ve got tons of fantasies starring you. This one’s called sexy librarian gets dirty in the stacks.”
“But what about your party?” There was no way he’d stand in Phillip’s way.
“We’re having our own party,” Phillip stated as he pulled Tristan into a searing kiss.
Warning bells rang, forcing Tristan to step back. “I don’t want you to sacrifice who you are for me.”
Phillip pressed against him, started unbuttoning Tristan’s shirt, and said, “Relationships aren’t about sacrifice, but compromise.”
“I don’t want you to miss out—”
Phillip traced his tongue along Tristan’s clavicle, sending lust surging directly to Tristan’s erection. The nibbles, bites, and hickeys turned Tristan into a needy beast. But wait….
“You should go to the party.”
Stopping his assault on Tristan’s senses, Phillip smirked. “This is the party I want to be at. I love you.”
Happiness and greedy possessiveness swept through Tristan, but he halted the takeover of his brain. He never wanted to hinder Phillip in any way, even if that meant sending him into an orgy alone. “Phillip, I’m serious. I don’t want you to miss something you want to do because of me.”
Phillip took Tristan’s face in his hands and gave him a kiss filled with love. “I’m not missing out on anything. I love you. So tonight I want it to be just us. But if you want, I got another ticket so we can go together tomorrow night.”
“You want to go with me?”
“Of course. You think you can manage it?” Phillip seemed more interested in unzipping Tristan’s pants than discussing parties.
Tristan was surprised that anxiety didn’t slip through him at the thought of a Bacchanal festival of wine and sex. No longer afraid of trying new things, he had even begun to seek out new experiences. Phillip had taught him nervousness was just confused excitement, so he said, “I’d love to go.”
“We’ll have some fun.” Phillip gave him a demonic smile, which promised all kinds of delights.
Phillip combed his fingers through Tristan’s hair, probably fixing it, but the gesture always stimulated him. And this time, Phillip grabbed Tristan’s longish hair at the back of his neck and secured him, then lowered Tristan’s mouth to his.
Instead of kissing him, Phillip stated, “I’m going to fuck you like one of those pay-site boys I showed you, and you’re going to love it.”
Whimpering and wanting a kiss, Tristan would never be as sexy as one of those actors, but he stood there and allowed himself to be the object of Phillip’s fantasy.
“I’m going to get rid of these,” Phillip informed him as he pushed Tristan’s trousers down over his ass. “You okay with that?”
Tristan nodded as he helped shove his pants and the fancy underwear Phillip had gifted him with to below his knees.
Since they’d started dating, Tristan had discovered he might prefer to receive, and Phillip, well, he was a giver of everything Tristan could ever have hoped for.
Phillip swatted his ass. “Bend over, Tris. I even remembered the supplies.”
He bit back a moan, shuffled a couple of steps, and then leaned over the wooden chair tucked away at the end of the aisle.
Phillip kissed his ass, and with sure but gentle fingers, opened him with lube.
Soon he was in desperate need of something more. “Phillip, please.”
Phillip chuckled and patted his ass. “Let me grab the ladder.”
Tristan glanced over his shoulder. Phillip dragged the two-step book ladder over to the chair, and then he stood on a bottom step. A condom wrapper floated to the floor. Tristan would make sure they picked the foil up later.
Turning to face forward, Tristan let the delicious burning stretch tease him as Phillip pushed in. Phillip always entered him in the same start-stop delicious way, letting Tristan adjust to each inch.
Finally he was filled with Phillip. “Mmmmm, Phillip.”
Phillip slid back a few inches, then thrust forward. “You’re so fucking hot. Getting fucked among your books. So dirty.”
“Oh, God!” It was. Filthy. And he loved being bent over in between two bookshelves while Phillip… took him.
“We’re in the romance section.” Phillip started reading titles as he edged his way in and out. “The Duke’s Ruse. Untamed Heart. The Librarian’s Rake. Hey, I bet that’s not about garden tools. Mmmm, I’ll be your rake.”
Zeus! Phillip unleashed the wild in him. Tristan still found speaking during sex difficult, but he worked on finding words, because the skill made Phillip lose control. “Yeah, my rake.”
“Whose librarian are you?” Phillip might be using the same lines as the cheesy porn they watched together, but God, coming out of his mouth while having sex in the library… in Tristan’s actual library… where he worked! All those factors made the words sexy and real.
“Yours. I’m yours,” Tristan choked out as Phillip slid into him.
And he was. Tristan learned to enjoy exploration.
The in and out was too slow. Tristan pushed back harder and faster to meet Phillip’s thrusts.
Phillip groaned and dug his fingers into Tristan’s hips.
Excitement tripped through Tristan. He had to have more. Demanding, “Fuck your librarian,” he reached back, grabbed Phillip’s ass, and pulled him in deeper.
“Fuck! I love it when you swear, Tris!” Phillip had that desperate pleading tone that drove Tristan mad.
Spurred on by Phillip’s strained tone, he’d show no mercy. “Yeah, fuck me till I can’t remember my name.”
Nearly whimpering, Phillip’s words were too garbled to understand.
Tristan looked over his shoulder, and just like the porn star in the movie, he licked his lips, thrust his ass out farther, and blew Phillip a kiss.
“Tris! I’m going to come.” Phillip grunted, slammed in deep, and held Tristan still.
Tristan’s body wasn’t pleased the stimulation he’d grown to adore stopped, but his ego drank in the experience. He’d made Phillip insane and then satisfied him… in the library! He twitched his ass as much as he could within Phillip’s death grip.
“Fuck, you’re a goddamn fantasy. So hot, I couldn’t—” Phillip collapsed on Tristan’s back, holding their damp bodies together.
After a minute, Phillip withdrew and dealt with the condom. “Sit down.” He spun Tristan around and pushed him down
into the chair.
Ow! The seat was hard and cold on Tristan’s empty and rather sore ass, but Phillip’s mouth warmed his shaft, and within seconds, only one hardness mattered.
Tristan wound his hand into Phillip’s hair and let him go to work on him. The blowjob specialist, a title Phillip had bestowed on himself, was completely deserved. “You’re amazing.”
“I know.” God, Phillip’s eyes and confident smirk did things to Tristan’s insides.
“I love you.” Tristan moaned.
Phillip pulled his mouth off Tristan and licked along the shaft. “I love you. Now shhhhh, this is the part where the rent boy sucks the librarian off.”
Tristan’s chuckle morphed into a long, drawn-out groan as Phillip swallowed him again. He leaned back in the chair and stared at the shelves of books, trying to focus on something that would prevent his orgasm.
It worked for half of a second, and then the reality of doing indecent things with his boyfriend, at his work, hit home.
“I’m getting a blowjob at the library” came out more like a victory proclamation than a statement.
The grin around his cock suggested Phillip heard him.
After a bit more sucking, Phillip pulled off him and licked his talented tongue along the shaft. He added, “Sucked off in the romance section. Maybe this is the key to fighting illiteracy?”
“What?” How did that work?
Phillip waved him off and pushed his mouth back down on Tristan. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, then slid his lips up and down until Tristan couldn’t take it.
“You’re too good at that,” Tristan complained, because the wet suction made it impossible not to succumb.
Phillip went into overdrive. Everything was quicker and more intense.
Tristan lost the battle and could no longer resist the pull to let go.
He came… in the library… in his boyfriend’s mouth. God bless Shakespeare! And every writer who has ever taken pen to paper.
When he was done, he loosened the grip on Phillip’s hair and petted him. “Phillip….”
Phillip grinned, opened his filled mouth to show Tristan his cum, and dramatically swallowed.
The gesture was meant to be hot and dirty, but Tristan viewed the display through the filter of love. So while seeing his cum ingested was as sexy as Hades, the overlay of emotion made the gesture sweet. Affection, love, and happiness burst through him. Phillip worked to give him a dream of being in a fantasy while allowing him to be that fantasy.
Then, unlike the library porn, which ended after the swallow, Phillip wrapped his arms around Tristan’s middle and hugged him like he’d never let go. A muttered admission of “I love you” perfected the entire experience.
Eventually, Phillip got off his knees and tugged Tristan to his feet. “Hey, let’s go home, have some dinner, and sixty-nine by the fire for the rest of the night?”
“Sounds good to me.” Tristan would make sure he spray-cleaned the chair tomorrow. He dressed and then used the plastic baggie Phillip had carried the supplies in and deposited the wrapper, condom, and lube packet. He pocketed it and would toss it out at home.
“Happy almost anniversary, Tris. Thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.”
“Happy almost anniversary to you.” Tristan had learned it was better to share what was bugging him. “So, at this party tomorrow, are you planning to… go off with anyone?”
Phillip stopped. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. “I hadn’t considered it.”
“Really?” Tristan had expected Phillip to eventually want an open relationship, though they hadn’t talked about it.
“Yeah, I guess we should figure it out.” Phillip leaned against one of the reading desks.
Tristan leaned against the wall next to the water fountain. “How do you feel about it?”
Phillip paced in front of him. He stopped and stared at Tristan for a moment and looked like he was saying something but then didn’t. And he continued his path back and forth. Finally on the fourth stop, he scratched his head and shrugged. “If you wanted a threesome or something, we could do that.”
He’d never seen Phillip anything less than decisive. “I’m surprised you don’t look like you want that.”
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect to not want to be with other people, but right now I don’t. But that’s not fair to you.”
Tristan’s heart was dancing with happiness, though he wanted to keep the door cracked open, not just for Phillip’s sake, but for himself. “Maybe we could agree never to do things alone, but if we wanted to explore the threesome or foursome waters, we could navigate them together?”
Phillip’s entire body seemed to relax, and he grinned at Tristan. “I like that idea.”
Epilogue
Six months later….
“I’M TELLING you, Turkish oil wrestling is a real sport.” Tristan locked the library and chuckled at Phillip’s reaction.
“Right! But come on, they stick their thumbs up the other guy’s ass to win.” Phillip shook his head.
“It’s called hooking.” Tristan supplied him with an easy setup.
“Maybe I can get into sports after all.” Phillip batted his eyelashes.
“I think—what’s he doing here?” A red BMW caught Tristan’s eye.
The Bimmer’s door opened, and Frederick C. Simon III stepped into the parking lot. “Tristan.”
Phillip took Tristan’s hand and telegraphed calmness through his squeezes.
“Frederick.” Tristan saw the man who had called him boring with new eyes. Frederick appeared uptight and overly pressed. What had Tristan seen in him?
Frederick strode over, all the while assessing Phillip. “Who’s this?”
Before Tristan could answer, Phillip chimed in. “I’m his boyfriend.”
Wrinkling his nose at Phillip, Frederick then returned his focus to Tristan and asked in that pompous way of his, “I just got back from my sabbatical last month, and I heard you were dating, but him? Really, Tristan, is that true?”
Phillip stood straighter. “Since we just got done exchanging fluids, I’d say yes, really, Freddy.”
“The name’s Frederick.” Frederick’s condescending haughty tone scraped at Tristan.
Phillip snorted, then said, “Your name is Dumbass the First. But I guess I owe you a thank-you since the love of my life was available when we met.”
“Where did you meet?” Frederick’s sneer and cutting tone dug into Tristan.
Tristan had never seen Frederick as mean, but he had been. “Not that it’s any of your business, but our grandfathers introduced us.”
“Oh, ’cause I saw your car at the Garden of Eden last week. You know, the dirty bookshop in Saratoga you refused to step foot in?” His tone suggested he was pleased to tattle on Tristan to Phillip.
Phillip grinned at the game Frederick attempted to play. Tristan had faith in who would win. “You probably did. We love giving each other head there. Booth number seven is our favorite… right, Tris?”
The entire situation felt like Tristan had stepped into a Dalí painting. His past and his present, the two sides of himself, collided, and then Phillip smiled at him. Maybe he should be more pissed than he was at Frederick, but for what? Everything morphed into another shape, shaded with love, happiness, and excitement.
He pulled Phillip close and hugged him. “It is. The seat in booth number seven is less ripped.”
Frederick’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at them.
“So, Freddy, if you’re here to try to get him back, think again. Don’t bother. Tonight we’re celebrating our one-year-and-three-months anniversary, so the ‘ever getting back together’ ship has sailed. And if you’re looking for a threesome….” Phillip gave Frederick the once-over and grimaced. “I think I’d veto you. You just don’t look all that exciting… you know, a bit on the dull and boring side.”
Sputtering, Frederick looked to Tristan for help. “Tristan….”
; Tristan restrained a chuckle and shrugged. “It was nice to see you. I hope you continue doing well.” And just like that, he led Phillip to his car.
Frederick followed. “Tristan, I don’t understand….”
Once Tristan shut Phillip’s door, he walked around to the driver’s side. “What’s to understand, Frederick? You broke up with me over a year and a half ago, and I’ve moved on.”
“Yes, but I’m back now, and you’ve moved on… to that?”
“Phillip is one of the best men I’ve ever known. I’m thrilled and lucky to have him in my life. And before your rude interruption, I was going to ask him to marry me.”
“Marry him? But he’s so—”
“Amazing? I know. Be well, Frederick. Goodbye.” Tristan slid into the driver’s seat, took Phillip’s hand, and kissed the palm.
In the distance, Frederick’s car pulled out of the parking lot. They were alone.
Phillip smirked and pulled a ring box out of his pocket. “I was going to wait until we got home, but….” He jumped out and ran around to Tristan’s side of the car.
Tristan leaped out of the car and stood there.
Dropping to one knee, Phillip asked, “I hate beating you to the punch, but will you marry me?”
Snagging the ring box out of his own pocket, Tristan opened it and dropped to one knee. “If you’ll marry me.”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
LATER ON, when they told their friends, Monique laughed. “First time Phillip was on his knees in the parking lot without having to talk around a cock.”
Tristan didn’t miss a beat. “Well, a few minutes after I said yes, it was the first time I had to, and it’s not as easy as you think.”
“Say what now? You blew him in the library parking lot?” Monique pointed her index finger talon at Tristan, then Phillip.
“A gentleman never tells,” Phillip chimed in and wrapped an arm around Tristan’s waist.
Tristan nodded and licked his lips.
Monique stared at him with an amused smile and said, “Good for you. Both of you.”
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