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Fiery Heat Ch. 01

By: adjoaq



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas

***

Damon stood in the foyer of the Thomas Mansion staring at the spectacle before him. Tristan Thomas, Caleb Thomas' son, not only had his tongue down the throat of a curvy young lady, but had his hand under her blouse as well, obviously feeling up her tits. At this time of the day? Seriously?

The girl moaned loudly and suddenly tried to push Tristan off when she caught sight of Damon.

"There's someone here TT." She managed to get out breathlessly.

Tristan cursed and turned around to see who it was, drawing his hand from under Amber's blouse. 

"Damon Reid." Tristan said with a sneer in his voice. "What do you want?" Tristan asked angry at the interruption. His dislike for the man was obvious from his body language. 

And why the hell not? Tristan asked himself. Damon thought he was a god. Handsome, rich, intelligent...you name it. The reason why Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never failed to throw Damon's accomplishments in his face.

'Why can't you be more like Damon? He's responsible, reliable, he's got a head for business, any father will be proud of him...'

Yeah yeah yeah yeah...too bad his father was dead so couldn't be proud of him. Tristan knew he was being mean but he could take so much. Heck he was only twenty-one. And how old was Damon? Twenty-fucking-six. Damon wasn't this responsible five years ago was he? He had to grow up when his father died and take over the running of their empire. Who else was there to do that but him? He was an only child after all so he had no choice but to grow up right? So where does his own father get off expecting him to act like Damon-fucking-Reid? He just finished college for fuck's sake...time to have some fun.

"I have to talk to you Tristan." Damon said in that sexy baritone of his, making Tristan even more angry. Does the guy have any flaws? And why the fuck does he always call him Tristan instead of TT like everyone does?

"So talk." He all but growled.

Damon turned to look pointedly at the lady standing beside Tristan, staring at him like she was going to eat him up any second.

"Amber go wait in the car will you?" Tristan told the flustered looked girl. He knew she was all gaga over the hunk standing in front of them. She was gaping like an utter idiot. Girls! 

But then Damon was known to have that effect on ladies. He was huge—very tall, about 6'2', broad, bursting with muscle. His dark blond hair had been cut brutally short, exposing the strong column of his sun-kissed neck. One of Tristan's own sisters had once said Damon's deep, powerful voice alone was orgasm-inducing. And that face...even he would admit, was simply beautiful.

"So...what does my father want?" Tristan asked knowing very well Damon was there on the instructions of his father. The two of them wanted to enter into some sort of business and his Dad had told him the day before that he wanted him to handle it. He had promptly told him he wasn't interested but his dad had cut him off saying Damon was going to get in touch with him. Now here he was. Just great!

"I presume he told you about Albatros." Damon stated looking intently at Tristan with eyes so blue Tristan couldn't help but admire.

"Is that what you guys are calling your business venture? Well he did mention something...not Albatros...but I did tell him I wasn't interested. So this meeting is not necessary is it?" Tristan retorted.

"Look here Tristan..."

"No you look here. If you think you can just walk in here and expect me to leave whatever I'm doing and concentrate on some business with you, you have another thinking coming." Tristan said heatedly.

"Oh so that's what this is all about huh?" Damon said with a chuckle.

"What is what about?" Tristan asked with a frown.

"You are pissed off because I interrupted your little..." Damon waved his hands in the direction of the car in which Amber had gone to wait.

"You've got no ri..." 

"Oh but I do Tristan. When are you going to grow up huh? You think the world is always going to be at your feet? Because Daddy will always be around to see to your needs? Let me tell you something boy, that's not how it works. So you..."

Oh did he just call him 'boy'? It was on!

"Oh and how did you know this? When Daddy dearest died on you? Is the mighty Damon wanting his daddy back? To tell him bedtime stories?"

The muscles in Damon's jaw tightened and contracted. Tristan could tell he was struggling to control his emotions and immediately knew he had gone too far.

"Look, I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean it like that." He tried to apologize.

"Yes you did." Damon said in a deceptively calm voice. Abruptly he turned to go. "7 p.m. In your father's office this evening. Don't be late." Damon threw over his shoulder and was gone.

"Shit shit shit!" Tristan muttered to himself. Why couldn't he shut his big mouth? What he had said was downright cruel. In a way, because of that, he knew he had to meet Damon as he had requested. He was feeling downright guilty. Dammit!

***

As Damon got into his sleek black Jaguar XF and sped off, he was fuming. He literally had to hold himself back or he would have sucker-punched that brat in his own home. What the fuck was wrong with Tristan? Now he understood what Caleb was talking about. He had told him he didn't know how to get his son to take up that responsibility for Albatros. But he was trusting Damon to get him to do it. He had assured Caleb he was going to get Tristan to do it but it looked like he had bitten more than he could chew. 

Tristan was one spoilt brat. His parents had spoilt him so much so that they didn't know what to do to get him to be a responsible boy. He was their only son, who had been born after three girls...so the whole family had dotted on him...treated him like an egg. The annoying part was that Tristan was a brilliant boy. He had actually graduated at the top of his class. It looked like naturally, the kid had a high IQ because he didn't strike Damon as the type of person who would go out of his way to study. He just had the brains but probably thought all he had to do was study and spend daddy's money. 

Oh and did he know how to spend the money. With his good looks, he could have any girl he wanted. Tristan was about 5'8' tall with his dreamy green eyes, blond hair which was always tapered on the back with side swept bangs which seem to fall in his eyes all the time. Tristan Thomas was a handsome, intelligent spoilt brat. Damon laughed to himself. Handsome? Hell yeah. To him, Tristan was devastatingly handsome. He had always thought so. Not that he fancied him or anything. He had never looked at him in that light before. He was just a kid. Or so he had thought till he had seen him today. He was all grown up and boy was he hot. 

Damon's penchant for dating both men and women was known by those close to him. But Tristan was way out of his league. In fact he couldn't stand the boy. But he had promised his dad who was a good friend of his late father. So he really hoped Tristan drugged his stubborn arse to Caleb's office as he had told him to because he didn't want to see the hope die in the older man's eyes. 

***

When Tristan stepped into the elevator in his father's office building at six o'clock that evening, it was with the intention of having a serious talk with his dad about his disinterest in his project before Demon the Mighty showed up. The last thing person he expected to see inside the car was its blue eyed lone occupant. Blue eyes clashed with his green ones.

"Damon." Tristan greeted curtly.

"Tristan." Damon answered equally curt.

Then the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent.

Neither man said anything. Tristan noticed that Damon was still in his jacket but this time, there was no tie. Standing there with his jacket open and his hands shoved casually into his pants' pockets, he looked relaxed but so in control. Why was he here this early anyway? The meeting was supposed to be at 7 p.m. right? He was just about to ask him when he heard the noise, then the movement of the elevator ceased and there was total darkness.

"The fuck...?" Damon growled.

"Oh my God." Tristan groaned. "I th...think there...there's a problem." He stuttered sounding like he was being strangled. 

"Let's hope they sort it out soon enough. Just what I need." Damon muttered.

All that could be heard in the car was their breathing. They waited. Then Damon heard it. A tiny sound...like someone was sobbing.

"Tristan?" He called.

Nothing.

"Come on talk to me man. Are you okay?"

But all he could hear was muffled sounds coming from Tristan. Then it just came to him...Tristan probably had a phobia of darkness.

"Tristan, are you Nyctophobia? Come on talk to me."

But he still wouldn't say anything. Damon took out his blackberry Z10 phone hoping to use its flashlight application for the first time. But his battery was down to one bar. Damn!

"Come on give me your phone Tristan." He demanded of the man, who he could see from the little light emanating from his phone, huddled in a corner of the car.

"I didn't bring it." He sniffled. 

Didn't bring it? Who the fuck goes around without their cell phone? Damon shrugged off his jacket and put it on the floor. Then went to Tristan.

"Come here." He said reaching for his hand and pulling him up. Then he drew him into his arms. Tristan clung to Damon and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Damon felt him trembling all over and rubbed his back whispering soothingly into his ears.

"Shhh... I've got you. You'll be fine."

After a while the trembling stopped and Tristan started getting embarrassed. But the last thing he wanted to do was get out of Damon's embrace. He felt so safe. But then he started feeling other things as well. Like how warm Damon felt, his tight sexy body, his slight breathing on his neck which was making him tingly all over. Damn, he smelled good. Tristan's pulse sped up. He knew what was happening to him and he wasn't amused. He was getting aroused. 

Shit! 

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was doing his best to ignore the erection in his pants growing bigger with each stroke of Damon's hand over his back. He held his breath, shifting so his lower half wasn't pressed against Damon. The hard-on would be a dead giveaway of how he was feeling and it was very embarrassing.

"I need to move." He said in choked voice trying to move away.

Hearing the unsteady nature of his voice, Damon pulled him tighter to him. Damn he felt good. All sleek and hot against him. 

"You sure you're okay Tris?" He asked huskily.

God, the way he said his name made his stomach flutter. Tristan's heart pounded rapidly. Damon sounded so sexy and his name on his lips...he didn't know how to describe it. He held his breath, cursing his traitorous body as his cock pulsed and throbbed.

Then Damon dropped a kiss on his neck. Tristan couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat. He wondered what would happen if this man kissed him. He wanted Damon to kiss him. Turning his face, he sort out Damon's lips but his movement caused him to grind against Damon.

"Fuck!" Damon swore, trying to avoid grinding the bulge of his own erection against Tristan's.

"Stop it." Damon growled. His hot breath singed Tristan's cheeks. 

But Tristan could hear the arousal in his voice, and wouldn't have been able to stop even if his life had depended in it. He drew Damon's head down and took his lips, tongue stabbing deep inside without asking for entry. Silent screams of protest, of fear, ricocheted through his mind, but his body, his flesh, ignored every wailing demand that he stop. His tongue swept into Damon's mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of his.

Damon moved a hand from around Tristan's waist and sunk it into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp and took over the kiss. And damn he could kiss. An electric longing jolted through Tristan's body making his toes curl inside his boots. He was lost.

They both moaned, reeling under the intense heat. They were both fighting for breath within minutes. Bodies strained to get closer, the air heating with a primitive lust that Damon had no idea how to fight. He shoved a thigh between Tristan' thighs, pressing against the balls drawn up to the underside of his cock. Tristan rode that thigh, moaning and shaking as he lost himself in Damon. He was lost in all the delicious sensations. His cock strained against his zipper, leaking. He curled his tongue around Damon's, sucking hard. He knew he was going to come any second.

His body burned, need overwhelming him, he tore his mouth from the kiss and threw his head back.

"Damon, fuck." He screamed and came hard! 

Damon latched his lips onto that sensitive spot between Tristan's neck and shoulder and sucked hard, prolonging his ecstasy. He held him throughout his orgasm, felt the tremors that shook his lithe frame. God he was sexy as fuck. After that intense climax, Tristan went completely lax against him. The only thing holding him up was Damon's strong arms around him.

"Oh God." Tristan groaned breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" Damon chuckled, but Tristan made out the strain in his voice and caught the tremor in his body. He was still hard.

"That was...I've never felt anything like that before. You didn't..."

"I'm okay." Damon quickly assured him. He had gone far enough as it was. He should have known better. How the fuck had he allowed this to happen? 

As if on cue the light suddenly came back on and the elevator started moving. Tristan moved away from Damon, his face on fire, his hands shaking badly. What the hell just happened? Did that make him gay? Was Damon gay? He was totally confused. He turned to look at Damon and saw him fully composed, shrugging into his jacket. 

"Damon..."

"Let it go Tristan." Damon said gruffly just as the elevator opened on Caleb's floor, and strode out of the car. Leaving a confused Tristan behind.

Fiery Heat Ch. 02



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome.
Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas

***

Tristan entered his father's office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn't help but notice the way Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though, Damon wanted to pretend nothing had happened between them. Fine...two people could play that game. But Tristan could fool any other person but himself...he was still shaken by the encounter.

Caleb cleared his throat and quickly went over the Albatros project, outlining exactly what was to be expected of Tristan. He felt so numb that he couldn't bring himself to decline as he had intended to in the first place.

He simply sat and listened to everything his father had to say and gave a simple answer...

"Okay."

"Okay? Yo...you're going to do it?" Caleb spattered, turning to give Damon a surprised look.

"Isn't that why you called me here? I will handle it." Tristan said quietly.

"Good." Caleb exclaimed. Then looking closely at his son's blank face, asked, "Son are you alright."

"Sure. Peachy. Can I go now? I'll go through these documents and get back to you if I have any questions."

"That will be great." Caleb answered beaming like he had won the lottery.

"See you at home." Tristan said to his dad and without a glance in Damon's direction, left the office.

Damon had followed the exchange between father and son and was just as surprised as Caleb. He kept picturing Tristan trembling against him and cursed himself for his lack of control even as he felt his cock harden in his pants. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Thank God he hadn't gone any further than he had wanted to. Tristan was one fucked up kid. And he wanted nothing to do with him unless it concerned Albatros.

"Good job Damon. I don't know how you did it but thanks." Caleb Thomas beamed.

'Yeah tell me about it' Damon thought. That sure wasn't what he had expected.

***

Tristan woke up suddenly, panting and out of breathe. He turned to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was 2:46 A.M. He could still see the rich visions and could feel the tremors that shook him. He felt the wetness at crotch of his pajama bottom and groaned aloud.

"Not again." He muttered drawing his fingers through his bangs. He had been having these erotic dreams about none other than Damon for the past two weeks since the encounter in the elevator. And they all ended with him ejaculating in his dreams. He was not a kid to be having wet dreams dammit! And about Damon of all people too. 

This time, it felt even more real. It was a naked Damon. Looking glorious and sexy, his body pressed hard against his. He didn't think he had ever known heat as intense as he had when Damon had brought his hand down and wrapped it around his rigid flesh, his body covering his, pressing him into the mattress, heavy and demanding as he placed himself between his... Tristan groaned again, still aching.

He couldn't go on like this. He had fucked every girl he could within these past two weeks but could still not get the edge off...still needed. Needed what, he wasn't sure. Damon? Hell no. Tristan knew one thing though, he had never been a coward. The best way to handle this, he concluded, was to confront the problem head on. In this case, the problem was Fucking Damon. He planned on having a talk with him today.

***

Damon stepped into the reception area of his office, and came to a complete abrupt stop. What the fuck was he doing here? He hadn't even planned on coming to the office today because he wanted to work from home. But he just had to come and get some important documents.

"What do you want Tristan." He asked the young man chatting with his executive assistant.

"Oh Damon," Lisa quipped, "Tristan said he wanted to discuss an important business with you so I told him you were on your way here so he could wait."

"Tristan can speak for himself Lisa. Are the documents ready?" he admonished lightly and asked.

"They're on your desk Damon." Lisa replied laughing lightly. She knew Damon was not angry at her. He was the sweetest person ever.

"Okay thanks." Then turning towards his office, he gestured to Tristan, "Shall we?"

This had better be important he thought. The little he saw of Tristan, the better. He didn't want to complicate the relationship between their two families. But damn was he tempted.

God, he looked good. Tristan thought, looking at Damon. Tall and broad, his muscular body rippling beneath the black t-shirt he wore. Jeans hugged his lean hips, denim cupping the full bulge between his thighs. He wanted to cup it, he realized insanely, feel his thick cock, not just against his abdomen, but burrowing deep and hard inside...

'Stop it!' He screamed at himself silently. He entered Damon's plush office and chose to stand.

Clearing his throat, he blurted out...

"Damon, about what happene..."

"I don't want to talk about it." Damon said in a hard voice cutting him off.

"Dude, I'm..."

"Are you deaf or something?" Damon bellowed. "I said I didn't want to talk about it. It was a mistake. Forget it ever happened."

Tristan felt his chest tighten. He felt a physical pain inside his chest. What the fuck was happening to him? He took a deep breath. Then abruptly turned on his heels and walked out of Damon's office. He wasn't about to stand there for a second more and disgrace himself. Because for the life of him, he didn't know why he felt like crying.

Watching Tristan go, Damon slumped into his chair, feeling like an ass.

***

"You dick-head." Chris muttered to Damon. "How the fuck could you even suggest to Michael not to confess to Mary?"

"Hey, why bother her? Ignorance they say is bliss." Damon retorted.

"So you would rather he lives with the lie for the rest of his bloody...pun intended...life?" Dean chipped in making all the six guys at the table howl with laughter. Michael, their pal who was the center of discussion was actually a doctor so Dean couldn't help but make that crack about his 'bloody' life.

"Kayla. Now that's a girl after my own heart. What a left hook!" Tyron said shaking his head.

"'Oh my balls...my balls...someone please find my balls.' Said the squealing doctor." Dean mockingly imitated Michael, making the laughter become uproarious at their table and causing people in the pub to turn and look at them.

It was Saturday night. And Damon and his guys, excluding Cole who was still having make-up sex with Briana, and Michael who was probably groveling at his wife's feet. That left the six of them and they were having the time of their lives.

Across the room, another group, made up of younger boys and some girls, turned to look at the happy group. Their laughter was actually infectious though no one knew what the racket was all about. Tristan, who was part of the second group turned to look too and froze when he saw Damon with is head thrown back in mirth. 

It had been about three day since he'd rushed out of Damon's office. It hadn't been easy to convince his family and friends that he was ok. His mother was worried about him. He seemed as though he had lost a little life. She had confronted his father, thinking he was giving her poor baby a tough time but he had promised her he had done nothing of that sort. 

His sister, Adriana, had come close. He wasn't surprised. After all, they had always been very close and she knew him very well.

"Is someone in love?" She had asked, entering his room and flopping down on his bed.

"And why would you think that?" He had retorted.

"I don't know. There's something about you. I can't seem to put my finger on it but...tell me, are you getting more serious about that Amber girl?"

"No." He had denied vehemently.

"Good." She stated and turned to go. Not answering his question of 'why good?'

His friends didn't understand the sudden change. They said he looked quiet and reserved which was so unlike him. Though he hadn't wanted to, they had forced him into coming to the pub with them to have a good time and forget about whatever problems he wasn't ready to talk about. Now here he was. With his problem right across the room. Fuck! 

***

"Hey Damon, do you know that guy over there?" Matt asked Damon. "He's been staring at you all evening."

Damon turned to look and froze when he saw Tristan. Shit! 

"Yeah, his father is my business partner." He told his pals.

Later that evening, Damon was standing with the guys at the side of the pub, getting ready to hop into his car when Dean drew his attention to the fact that his business partner's son was headed their way. Damon turned to see Tristan striding towards him with an angry expression on his face. God he was sexy. The hot surge of arousal and need that swept over Damon's body in that moment was so intense, so demanding, it had him automatically crossing his legs to still the growth of his cock.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Tristan attacked without preamble. 

All the guys, including Damon were taken aback by the attack.

"Dude..." Matt started but got cut off by Tristan who concentrated fully on Damon.

"Do you think you're a better human being than other people? Where do you get off treating people with so much disrespect? What the fuck have I ever done to you?"

At this point, all the guys were quiet. Looking at the drama unfolding before them, it was obvious to everyone present that Tristan was not only angry but he was also highly emotional. They were beginning to wonder exactly what Damon had done to hurt the young man so much.

"I am a human being too Damon." At this point his voice cracked and he continued in a soft broken voice. "I only wanted to ta..." but before he could finish his sentence, Damon was drawing him into his arms and covering his lips with his own, slanting against them as he claimed Tristan with a kiss that rocked him to his toes. It couldn't be called a kiss. It was a devouring, a feast of the senses, and Tristan was helpless against it. Damon lifted him to his toes, pressing his thick, jeans-covered erection against his as he gave him a taste of the hunger to come with his kiss.

Tristan couldn't breathe. He didn't want to breathe.

For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them, and Tristan gave himself completely to Damon. His kiss was like rough velvet and summer lightning. His taste was dark, heady. Tristan moaned into the kiss, his tongue twining with Damon's, helpless against the sweeping sensations working through his body.

A piercing whistle penetrated Damon's consciousness causing him to break the kiss.

"I'm sorry Tris. Forgive me please." Damon muttered as his lips slid from Tristan's. He leaned his forehead against Tristan's, his hand framing his cheek, his thumb running over the slightly swollen curve of his lips. They were reddened, fuller now from his caress. His eyelids looked heavy, his cheeks flushed...he was so fucking sexy.

Someone cleared his throat beside them making Damon look up. The guys were still standing around looking at them.

"Wow! That was...interesting." drawled Dean.

"Shut up Dean. I err...will see you guys tomorrow. Now get out of here y'all." He growled the last bit when they just stood there looking at him. They all knew he was bi so had no problem with what they had just witnessed. They were simply trying to make him uncomfortable as they always did whenever one of them was caught making out.

"Guys!" Damon groaned making them laugh and start getting into their cars.

"Don't forget to use birth control." Dean couldn't resist a parting shot, making everyone, including a blushing Tristan roar with laughter.

"Did you bring a car?" Damon asked Tristan, his hand lightly caressing his hips.

"No I came with my friends. I didn't want to drink and drive." Tristan said softly.

"But you didn't drink. I would have tasted it on you." Damon observed.

"Well...I didn't." He muttered looking down.

"Oh Tris. Spent the time staring daggers at me huh? Come on let me take you home."

"I don't wanna go home." Tristan muttered. 

"Where do you want to go?" 

"I don't know."

"Yes you do. Come on, out with it. Where should I take you?"

"How about yours?" Tristan asked quietly. "I really need to talk to you Damon."

After a little hesitation, Damon opened his door.

"You know this is a bad idea right? I won't be able to keep my hands off you when we're alone and you know it." 

"Just when we're alone? Hell you had your tongue down my throat about five minutes ago. And if I recall correctly, it was in the full glare of people." Tristan countered.

"And do you blame me? With you standing there looking mouth-wateringly hot, what was I supposed to do? Get in smart-arse." Damon put the car into gear and sped off towards his home.

And throughout the drive, his cock was fiery, rock-hard and throbbed heavily at the thought of having Tristan all to himself. Never had anybody made him this damned hungry. So hungry he wanted nothing more than to throw Tristan to his knees and mount him like an animal. He wanted to fuck him so hard and deep he wouldn't be able to still his cries of ecstasy. 

There was one thing Damon was pretty sure of: If he didn't take Tristan soon, he was going to go mad.



Fiery Heat Ch. 03



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas

***

Damon stopped his Jag at the gate of his house and punched in a code. The gate opened and he drove inside to park directly in front of the huge mansion.

"You know, I never get over how huge this place is." Tristan said, getting out of the car.

"Your place is huge too." Damon countered.

"Yeah but not as huge as this." Tristan stated the obvious.

Since his mum had re-married about two years earlier and gone off to like with her new husband, Damon lived alone. He did miss his mum but Luke was a very nice person and most important of all, good to his mum so he was okay with their marriage. He was not totally alone though. The household staff was always around. Much as he hated the concept of domestic help, he needed them to maintain the house. Tristan was right...it was huge.

"Hello Damon." The driver greeted his boss, taking the keys from him so he could go and park the car in the garage.

"Hey Mark. Sup?" Damon responded. He treated the staff as friends because he grew up with most of them. He made sure they were always okay. After all, money was no problem. But the beautiful thing was that, he had their loyalty and friendship. They were his family.

"Cool man." Mark responded nodding to Tristan.

"Come on." Damon addressed Tristan.

They entered the great hall and Damon gestured towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower. I can't stand the scent of smoke on me. Make yourself at home. We'll talk when I get back."

"That we will." Tristan leaned lazily against the wall, his arm going around one of the pillars in the great hall.

Damon chuckled and started for the stairs but stopped and turned back to look at Tristan. "Are you just gonna stand there?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"I'll just...look around."

"Suit yourself." Damon said and dashed up the stairs. 

Tristan wondered around looking at pictures and admiring the general architecture of the whole place. It was exquisite. But then, Matt Reid, Damon's dad, had always had great taste. The man had style. The place belonged to Damon now since it was rumoured that his mother was happy on a little Island with her new husband and wanted nothing to do with the empire. She had given her son complete control over everything by a written legal undertaking. Lydia Reid had told anyone who cared to listen that she wanted to ensure that nobody would have the chance to fight her son over the empire. Talk about a doting mother. Tristan smiled to himself and started up the stairs.

The upstairs was a series of hallways and closed doors, with Damon's bedroom occupying the middle suite. Tristan of course assumed Damon's room would be way down the hallway. Therefore as inquisitive as he was, he started opening one door after the other. 

He knew immediately he opened Damon's bedroom. It was so...him. And he could hear the sound of the shower from the adjoining bathroom. "Wow," he breathed. The light was already on making it easy to see the room in all its glory. The room was massive with an equally massive sleigh bed dominating the space, covered with soft cream silky sheets. The rest of the furnishings were in cream and black. It was warm, masculine and classy.

He heard the shower go off in the en suite bathroom but before he could dash out, Damon strode into the room gloriously nude, moving with that sleek confident grace. He was scrubbing at his shower-damp hair with a towel.

Tristan's mouth fell open. God, Damon was gorgeous. He couldn't help but admire his beautiful body. It was even hotter and sexier than he had seen in his dreams. His beautiful abs and biceps flexed as he dried himself, hard and rippling with muscle. Wide shoulders tapering down to a lean waist and hips. 

His gaze fell to his cock and he gasped helplessly. He was huge. Tristan's mouth went dry at his sheer virility. There was something else that held Tristan's attention. Damon had a piercing at the crown of his cock. The thickness of his shaft and the silver glint of his barbell almost gave Tristan a seizure. It was...captivating. Tristan didn't even pretend not to stare at the magnificent package between Damon's legs. 

His gasp had drawn Damon's attention to his presence. But Damon had calmly watched Tristan checking him out. Seen the way he licked his lips whiles staring at his cock. That had been so erotic, his cock had started hardening. His knowing smile attested to the fact that he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on Tristan.

"Keep looking at me like that," he warned, leaning casually to place the towel on a stand, "See what happens." He finished as he started toward Tristan in a riveting display of sinuous muscle, his eyes so blue and smoldered with carnal intent. He looked so hot Tristan was surprised the dampness on his skin didn't steam away.

A small sound escaped Tristan, a needy cry as his cock grew hard with wanting. He shook his head but couldn't take his eyes off the glistening, mushroom-shaped head of Damon's cock with its piercing.

"Damon," Tristan breathed as Damon's hands caught him by the hips. His lips opened, just as Damon crashed his lips on his. They were both hard. Tristan's erection, straining against his jeans, begging to be freed. It was a lush, deep kiss which left Tristan trembling.

"When I get you beneath me, I'm going to devour you," Damon told him harshly as he wrapped the fingers of one of Tristan's hands around the girth of his cock. They had no hope of circling it fully. His groan was throttled, a sound of agonizing pleasure. "Every inch of your body, Tristan, I'll make it burn for me."

Tristan was breathing roughly now. The connection was startlingly intense. He was going out of his mind with need.

"I'm hard and aching for you Damon. I already burn," he admitted with slumberous sensuality. But his next words stopped Damon. "But I don't know what this means. I don't know what is happening to me Damon."

Damon 's hand threaded through Tristan's hair, tilting his head back. His head lowered slowly as he stared down at him, watching his eyes dilate, his skin flush then pale alarmingly.

"Fuck!" Damon swore. Tristan was obviously scared. He did want him...that was equally obvious, but he had to come to terms with how he was feeling first. 

"When I let you go," he allowed the growl building in his chest to echo in his words, "if I were you, I would turn that sweet ass around and hightail it back out of this room. If you hesitate, even for a second, if you so much as breathe a hesitation, then I'm going to fuck you so hard and so deep against this door that you'll never be able to hide your screams of pleasure from all the people in this house. Do I make myself clear, Tristan?"

Instead of responding, Tristan buried his face in Damon's neck and held him tightly in place.

"Christ...You feel so good." He whispered shakily. He started rubbing Damon's cock from base to tip, loving the feel of all that hard flesh in his palm. He circled the ball on the top of his glans with his thumb. Damon's breath rasped, his grip on Tristan tightened.

"Tris..." Damon groaned. His control was a fragile thing right now. The only thing stilling the hunger to fuck Tristan right now was the fact that he knew it was important they talk. Tristan was confused right now. Damon knew if he didn't back off now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. And something like that would create problems later.

"I want you." Tristan moaned making Damon groan even louder. God he was sexy.

"Tell you what," Damon said holding Tristan at arm's length, "Go take a cold shower first, then we will have that talk okay? The bathroom's in there."

"Shower with me," Tristan murmured, running his hand down Damon's arm.

Damon laughed then.

"Dude, I just got out of one. I'll be downstairs when you're done. Leave your stuff in the laundry basket in there. I'll leave something for you on the bed. Go on."

"Spoilsport." Tristan muttered drawing a chuckle from Damon. 

Tristan knew if he didn't get a shower and settle his own libido down, he was going to go stark raving mad. His cock was waging a constant war with his head. It was hard, aching, needing Damon.

Damon watched him disappear into the bathroom and minutes later heard the shower turn on full force.

Tristan was sexy as sin. What the fuck was he going to do with him?

***

Tristan came down a while later wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower. 

"Hey, you," He greeted Damon taking in his loose-fitting black jeans and plain black T-shirt. He looked so fucking sexy, Tristan wanted to jump his bones. Only Damon Reid could managed to make worn jeans and T-shirt look expensive and sexy. 

"Hey, yourself. Can I get you anything?"

"No I'm good." He replied flopping down on the couch beside Damon who was sitting with his mini iPad on his thigh and his bare feet on the coffee table.

"Work?" Tristan asked.

"Uh-huh."

"You work too hard."

"You think?" Damon asked with a raised eye-brow. "And you need to work more. How's Albatros coming?"

"Seriously? Are we going to talk about work?" Tristan shot back.

Damon sighed and placed the iPad on the coffee table. Then he twisted in the seat, sliding one bent leg in between them so that he faced Tristan directly. God he wanted to lick those lips so bad.

"Okay what do you want to talk about?"

"What do you mean, what do I want to talk about? I want to understand this. Are you gay? Am I? What is happening with us? Damon I'm confused. And I can't talk to anyone else about this so here I am. Help me understand." Tristan finished, looking every bit confused as he claimed.

For someone who claimed he was confused, Damon thought Tristan looked insanely sexy and extremely fuckable. Damon had to make an effort to ignore the lurch of his cock beneath his jeans and concentrate on what Tristan was saying.

"Dude, did you hear anything I just said?" Tristan queried noticing Damon's absent-mindedness. 

"Sure sure." Damon replied clearing his throat. "First of all there's no Us."

"I didn't mean it like that jeez." Tristan retorted sounding frustrated. 

"Second of all, I'm not gay." Damon went on as if Tristan hadn't spoken. "I'm bi-sexual. You know what that means right?"

"Yeah yeah yeah. You enjoy fucking both babes and guys blah blah blah. Same shit if you ask me. I am not gay." Tristan said with a scowl. He drew his lower lips in between his teeth and nibbled on it, lost in thought.

"Stop that." Damon said softly.

"Stop what?" He asked looking more confused.

"What you were doing with your lips. It's making me hard. And I believe we're here to talk."

And just like that, Tristan became hard. "Shit." He muttered.

He wasn't wearing anything beneath those sweatpants, so Damon could clearly see his cock growing. Tristan froze and lifted his head, meeting Damon's gaze. His lips parted on a gasp when he saw the heat and hunger in Damon's eyes. They mirrored the need coursing through him.

"Oh, God." The whispered words tore from his throat.

"Fuck this." Damon growled and grabbed Tristan's head , dipped his head and took Tristan's lips in a sizzling kiss. Tristan curled his fingers in the front of Damon's t-shirt and held on. Molten lava spread through him, nice and slow, matching the rhythm Damon set as he flicked his tongue in and out of his mouth.

Tristan moaned, reeling under the intense heat. Just a kiss and he wanted to strip naked and ride Damon into tomorrow. He was leaking so much his sweatpants had a wet patch where his cock pushed against it. Damon moved a hand around Tristan's waist and pulled his hips closer to him in the middle of the seat. Tristan was so lost in all the delicious sensations, he groaned in protest when Damon separated their lips. 

Damon pulled the sweatpants down Tristan's hips and freed his leaking cock.

"Damon what are you doing?" Tristan asked breathlessly. His hard cock slapped against his covered stomach and the gushing pre-cum leaked onto his t-shirt. He didn't think he had ever been this hard in his life.

"Something I need to do. I can't think when I'm this hard." Damon said taking Tristan's cock into his hand. He gave it a hard stroke and Tristan groaned, tendons cording his neck. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Damon's tongue darted out and licked the tip of his dick.

"Fuck Damon." Tristan moaned and wiggled, spreading his legs wider. Hungry moans bubbled in his throat.

Damon made a noise of pleasure and reached between his legs to cup his balls. Tristan's head fell back into the sofa cushion, his breath heaving in and out. 

Tilting his head, Damon ran his tongue down the pulsing length of Tristan's cock, following the line of a thick vein. Tristan's hands fisted by his thighs. He was going out of his mind with pleasure. Damon swirled his tongue around the head, then fluttered the tip just beneath the crown. Then he swallowed him whole.

"Christ..."

Tristan's back arched with a serrated groan. He grabbed onto Damon's head, his fingers tightening in his hair. The drenching heat around the most sensitive part of him nearly drove him out of his mind. Damon's fingertips massaging his balls just about rolled his eyes into the back of his head.

"God, that's good," he gasped, his thighs trembling. 

The pleasure was vicious, tightening around his spine and pooling at his lower back. The erotic sounds filling the room—Damon's low moans of pleasure, the wet suckling, Tristan's helpless curses as he felt the orgasm barrelling through him .

"Damon—"

Tristan concentrated on the sensations Damon was layering over him. The feel of his warm tongue, and the suction of those soft lips around him. Damon wasn't taking the time to tease, maybe was having a hard time holding back himself. He was sucking Tristan's cock like his life depended on it.

"It's so good," Tristan whispered, tangling one hand in Damon's hair.

Damon made a noise around him, the vibration traveling out and spreading through Tristan's body. He was dying. Couldn't lie still, wriggling closer, tilting his hips, trying to get him to...

"I'm gonna...Damon I'm gonna cum." He finished shakily. He was helpless against the on-coming explosion.

A suck, a lick, and a swirl of tongue and then Tristan was crying out, spilling down Damon's throat in long, ragged pulses, his eyes closed tight. The orgasm which slammed into him, rocked him and took his breath like he had been hit by a truck.

"Fuuuuck!" Tristan yelled, his back arching, and then again as he kept shooting. The ecstasy sizzling down his spine kept him coming, his balls aching as he emptied them deep down Damon's throat.

Damon sucked him, wringing everything out of him, every shudder, moan and gasp Damon could get, before backing off. Tristan flopped back onto the couch, sprawling on his back, legs shaking. He felt weak as everything was wrung out of him. 

"That was intense," Tristan said shakily.

"Uh-huh."

"I liked it."

"You don't say."

Then Damon was pulling him up by his hands. He threw Tristan on his back fireman-style and started towards the stairs.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, baby," Damon told Tristan, shocking him, heating his blood with the sensual promise. "Hard and deep, Tris. I'm going to show you what happens when someone makes my blood boil like you do." Damon started up the stairs. "I bet, Tris, that when my cock

shoots up your sweet ass, you'll be all nice and hot and so tight around my dick I'll go crazy with it."

Tristan trembled at the explicit words. He was fighting just to breathe. It was too sensual. But then he remembered the size of Damon's cock and reality set in.

"Don't hurt me, Damon."

A resounding crack to his naked butt had Tristan jerking and swearing curses at Damon.

"Do you really believe I'm going to hurt you Tristan? I'm going to make you scream out in pleasure. You're so fucking gorgeous...So sexy. I'm so damn stiff it hurts...See what you do to me? You are so gonna get it Tris. Get ready baby."



Fiery Heat Ch. 04



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

Damon laid Tristan on his bed and proceeded to strip him naked. 

"Damon, the light." Tristan said shyly. After all he was stark naked whilst Damon remained fully clothed.

Damon didn't answer him. He stretched out on top of Tristan and captured his lips in a fierce kiss, a kiss that rocked his soul. Damon's tongue pushed past his lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him, making him groan in hungry need as his cock became rock hard. Tristan wound his arms came around Damon's neck and kissed him back for all he was worth.

"It stays on. I want to see you." Damon whispered then.

Tristan made an agonized sound in his throat and closed his eyes. Unsteady fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and meet Damon's gaze. They just looked into each other's eyes, no words, no sounds but their harsh breaths. Damon pushed his pelvis into Tristan, his hardness more than evident.

"God, you make me crazy," Damon muttered as he licked up the length of Tristan's neck, biting down on the soft skin below his ear. Tristan shivered in pleasure as Damon's teeth raked his skin.

He reached between them and unbuttoned Damon's jeans, tugging them down and circling his dripping cock.

"Ugh." Damon moaned helplessly, fingers digging into Tristan's nape.

Dear God. He was so big. Tristan couldn't get over the size of Damon's cock.

Damon caught the uncertainty in his eyes and quickly reassured him.

"You'll be fine." He said getting up to shed off his clothes.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one about to take this monster up the arse.

That got a laugh out of Damon. He covered Tristan's body with his again and started dropping kisses on his neck. He slid his palms across the hot, smooth skin of Tristan's chest, loving the shudders Tristan couldn't hide. He circled one hard nipple with a finger and bent down to take the other between his teeth.

Tristan moaned, back ached in pleasure, gasping as Damon licked and bit at his nipples. He sucked his nipples until they were hard and stiff, then made his way down Tristan's body, stopping to lick and suck and kiss every few inches.

"Damon..." Tristan groaned as Damon moved down, towards his leaking cock. 

"Turnover and get on your hands and knees Tristan." Damon instructed getting a frustrated groan from Tristan.

"Bossy." Tristan muttered but did as he had been told making Damon grin.

Damon trailed his hand down Tristan's back making him shiver. He leaned down and dropped kisses on his back, caressing him with gentle hands. His hands continued to slide down till they reached his arse. Tristan froze. 

"Relax Tris." Damon said dropping kisses on his arse cheeks.

Tristan's face was flaming despite his arousal. Exposed as he was in that position, he knew Damon could see his hole. He was mortified. 

"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?" Damon asked huskily. Tristan could hear the reverence in Damon's voice. And just like that, the embarrassment he felt disappeared. 

Teeth nipped his left butt cheek, then his right. Breath hitched in Tristan's lungs. He arched his back, waiting, heart thumping, pulse racing. Then he felt it. Something slick and hot and wonderfully wet skated over his hole. Oh holy hell, and fuck! Damon's tongue flicked over his hole, licking gently at the sensitive flesh. Tristan clutched at the sheets on the bed and willed himself not to come. He'd never experienced such unselfish pleasure before. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips. It felt so good.

He bucked, cried out. "Damon. Oh, God!"

Damon gripped his hips, pulling him back into his stiffened tongue. He tongue-fucked him, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again. Tristan was leaking like a faucet. He pushed back onto the tongue invading his arse, riding the waves of intense pleasure, abandoning all questions of why to just feel. Tristan thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was twisting the sheets in his fists, moving back onto Damon, needing more and getting it. The sensations were so intense that before he knew what was happening, he shot off like a fucking rocket. His body shook uncontrollably as his seed poured from him and onto the sheets beneath him.

"Oh God, yes!" Tristan screamed as he came, shooting hard and long. Damon hadn't even touched his cock. "Fuck!" He pitched forward on his stomach.

Damon reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. Then shifting Tristan back onto his knee, he poured a generous amount onto the wet hole. He leaned down and kissed Tristan's back just as he slipped a finger inside him.

"Damon." He gasped.

An incredible flare of aroused pleasure streaked through him as the tip of Damon's finger pierced the little opening. His finger moved gently inside him, stroking deeper and deeper until the full length of it was buried in his channel. 

Tristan moved back tentatively, trying to hold back the groan of pleasure as the finger slid out, then back in, tunnelling inside him with carnal intent.

"You okay?" Damon asked in a husky voice. Every ounce of restraint he possessed was engaged right now, straining against the need roaring through his veins to just slam his cock into Tristan's warm body. 

"Yes." Tristan moaned and gasped as another finger joined the first. He was raised perfectly for Damon now, his shoulders flat to the bed, his butt elevated for his decadent exploration. He tensed. 

"Easy." Damon's hand smoothed down his back, gentling him. Then he curled his fingers inside him to brush against his prostate, drawing a loud moan from Tristan. Damon slid in a third finger and rubbed that button. 

"Oh God. Damon, please. Oh God." Tristan heard the whimper in his own voice but didn't care. Whatever Damon was doing in there was out of this world. Damn! Tristan rocked back faster, fucking himself on Damon's fingers. He was hard again and leaking profusely. The erotic sound he was making was driving Damon crazy. Damon couldn't take it any longer. 

"So hot and sweet, it's almost impossible to wait to sink inside you." Damon said huskily. 

He reached for a foil from the drawer, and tore it open. He was so hard he thought he might bust a vein if he didn't come soon. One handed, he rolled the rubber on, his fingers still stretching Tristan's ass, working the lube in. He poured a generous amount of lube on his sheathed cock, slid his fingers out and moved up, guiding his cock to Tristan's arse. 

"Ready for me?"

"Just fuck me, will you?" Tristan ground out, trying to move back.

"Just had to ask, Tris. Just had to ask." 

The bloated head of his cock pressed against the sensitive entrance. Tristan was on fire. He could feel his flesh stretching around Damon's cock, cupping the throbbing head as his body stretched to accommodate the thick erection sliding in.

"Oh, sweet Lord. So tight. God, Tris, so good."

Tristan's fingers gripped the blankets as he trembled beneath Damon. He was scared. The sheer domination of the act was overwhelming him as nothing he had ever done before had. The head of Damon's cock finally slipped in fully, popping through the tight anal ring as Tristan bucked, crying out beneath him. It hurt.

"I'm sorry, Tris. I know it hurts but I won't move until you relax and the pain fades."

The head of his cock was embedded in him now, throbbing and filling his channel with a heat Tristan didn't know if he could survive. 

"I'm okay Damon." Tristan said in a soft but breathless voice.

"You sure?"

"Dude move." Tristan said making Damon chuckle.

His hands held Tristan's hips steady, his big body looming over him as he began to work the thick tip in and out of him. He was sinking deeper with each small thrust, stretching him further. With each ripple of movement inside him, the small channel accepted more and more of Damon's erection until finally, he screamed out in pleasure/pain as the full length slid inside the tight depths.

Tristan could feel Damon's pelvis pressing into his butt cheeks, his hands gripping his hips, holding him tight against him, his thighs holding him in place. He was impaled in a way he could have never imagined possible, his muscles easing around Damon just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to his whole body.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked in a strained voice above him. Damon had never known such intense pleasure. Fuck! He wished he could feel Tristan without any barrier. He never went bareback. But there was always a first time...right?

Tristan felt Damon easing out of him and groaned in protest. He loved the feel of that cock inside him.

"Lie on your back Tris." Damon husked.

Tristan turned to lie on his back and looked up at Damon, saw glazed eyes hot on him and a beautiful erection that glistened from lube. He couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat. Damon was just so perfect like that.

"God Tris, you look so hot, laid out like this. Want to fuck you over and over."

"No objection. But if you want to fuck me so bad, why did you stop?"

"Do you trust me Tris?" Damon asked softly.

"That's a trick question right? Cos with the way you treated me..." Tristan drawled and grinned teasingly at Damon.

"Come on Tris, I'm serious here." Damon growled.

"Yes. I trust you." He said softly.

"Enough to do this without protection?"

Tristan's eyes widened. He had never done that before. He did trust Damon, but with his own reputation, he was surprised Damon trusted him enough to take that chance?

"Yes. But do you trust me?"

"Hmmm...I'll take my chances." Damon laughingly said, jumping back to escape the kick aimed at him.

Damon removed the rubber and Tristan gasped as he took in just how huge he was. He eyed the barbell that was wet with all that pre-cum. 

"Damn you're huge" Tristan breathed as he watched Damon slick his cock with lube.

Damon chuckled and leaned over Tristan. He caught his face between his hands and kissed him, soft and oh so fucking sweet. A slow and gentle caress, Damon's lips soft and full, teasing and playful. Tristan trailed his fingers gently down Damon's spine, and back up. He stroked Damon just as sweetly as the man was kissing him. 

"Ready?" The metal at the tip of Damon's cock was teasing at his hole and Tristan was about ready to shoot his load just from that and the husky sound of Damon's voice.

"Yeah." Tristan could barely breathe. 

Damon gently pushed in. He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside him, easing him open. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside Tristan. 

Tristan twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as he felt Damon stretching him, feeling a fire raging inside him that threatened to destroy his sanity. He whimpered, suddenly nervous despite the incredible pleasure filling him. He was stretched so tight around the broad shaft now that he could feel every vein, every detail of the velvety shaft working inside him.

Then everything changed. Tristan felt the metal rub whatever Damon had been rubbing with his fingers inside him earlier, and nearly went out of his mind with pleasure.

"Damon." He screamed, trembling all over. 

Slowly Damon began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as possible. The metal at the head of his cock rubbed over Tristan's prostate with each movement making him drool from all that pleasure. His hands were ripping at the sheets, his head tossing as Damon began to pump gently inside him, stroking deeper, and filling him further as his channel slowly relaxed enough to allow it to freely slide in and out.

"Tris, ah God. Baby you feel so good." Damon groaned breathing hard as Tristan arched, taking him deeper. 

Filled and consumed, Tristan wanted more, needed the bite of metal in him, needed to really feel it.

"Faster please." Tristan whispered helplessly.

Damon picked up speed, knowing the exact angle that will drive his cock onto that pleasure button. He grabbed Tristan's hips, pulled out completely and thrust in deep, giving Tristan what he asked for, listening to his groans of pleasure as he plunged in and out of his arse. 

"Oh God, right there, please right there." Tristan cried.

Damon groaned and nailed Tristan's gland faster and harder, again and again. Tristan was hot around him, his body tensing and clutching at his cock, his entire body shuddering. His face lost in pleasure. Damon wanted him that way forever.

"Shit!" Damon swore. Where the fuck had that come from? Tristan was getting under his skin. That was not okay.

Damon buried his face in Tristan's neck, held him tightly in place and started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but he knew that with this intense feeling, he couldn't last long. He thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in and he could hear whimpers and grunts but wasn't sure if they came from him or Tristan and didn't care.

"Damon?" Tristan's voice was strained, overwhelmed by all the feelings coursing through him. Pleasure rippled through him again and again, with every hot shove of Damon's body into his. Like this, Tristan thought. I want him just like this.

"I can't wait." Damon gushed fighting for breath now, for control. "I can't wait, baby. You're so tight, so sweet..." His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. "Christ...You feel so good."

Damon brought his face up to see whether Tristan was okay when he felt him trembling and whimpering. And the look in his eyes was something Damon would never forget. It was enthralling. 

"Fucking perfect, Tris. So fucking hot. Shit, you have no clue what you do to me." Damon whispered brokenly. 

He took Tristan's cock in his hands and pulled with long hard jerks of his wrist whilst his hips kept thrusting. Damon then leaned down and kissed Tristan, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. Then he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in and owning Tristan. Tristan moaned into the kiss, blinding ecstasy spiralling through him, his cock throbbing.

Streaking arcs of sensations tore through Tristan's body with each thrust, driving him higher, hotter, until it reached its zenith. He tightened around Damon, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. The slap of flesh, the sucking echo of hard strokes into the well lubricated tunnel of his arse and his own desperate, strangled screams heralded his orgasm.

Like a supernova, he exploded. White heat filled him as he shot ropes of cum over Damon's hand, his arse clenching around Damon. Tristan's eyes roll back as he kept coming. He wasn't far from oblivion. 

"Ah, fuck!" Damon felt everything in his body tense when Tristan tightened around him, could feel his orgasm race from his skull down his spine and up his cock in a rush, felt his cock pulse and throb as he shot deep into Tristan. He threw his head back and screamed. 

Tristan bucked and writhed beneath Damon. His body was consumed by his intense release which ripped through his mind with such agonizing pleasure that before Damon had finished filling him with his hot seed, darkness overtook him.

Damon eased out of Tristan and fell on the bed beside him, his legs unable to hold him up. He was more than aware that the violent orgasm that had ripped through Tristan had left him unconscious. Damn. He'd never fucked anyone into a faint in his life. 

He dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There, he cleaned himself, then wet a towel and returned to the bed. He cleaned Tristan carefully, wiping away the semen and lube on his butt and thighs before spreading the delicate cheeks and gently cleaning the cleft. Traces of his semen still spilled from the reddened gapping entrance.

Shit! He was going to be very sore. His eyes closed, remembering the brief glance he had allowed himself of Tristan's flesh stretching around him, hugging his cock, driving him out of his mind with pleasure.

Damon returned the towel to the bathroom and came back to bed. One more thing...he was never one to cuddle up after sex. But for the life of him, he didn't understand why he wanted to hold Tristan whilst he slept. 

After making a quick call to Caleb Thomas, Tristan's dad, he pulled Tristan into his arms, and wrapped a strong arm around him. He pulled up the comforter to cover them and smiled when Tristan mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled into his chest.  

He was so fucking adorable. Damon bent and kissed him on the forehead, then drifted off to sleep with the smile still in place. 

***

Tristan's eyelids fluttered open as warm sunlight intruded on his drowsy slumber, caressing his ravaged body. He lay sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed, half on his back and half on his side, his limbs heavy under the sheets, unwilling to obey him. He hurt all over. 

He groaned as he tried to sit up. Fuck! The distinct ache inside his arse reminded him of the previous night's events.

"Oh fuck!" He swore out loud. Had he really allowed himself to be ploughed by Damon? He buried his head under a pillow and spewed out some curses. How the fuck was he going to be able to face him this morning? And he wasn't even in bed with him. Meaning he was awake somewhere. Tristan groaned again. Then he started thinking about what happened between Damon and himself the night before. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. It was mind-blowingly fantastic. Shit! Damon had defiantly rocked his world. At this point, Tristan was grinning like an idiot. With a laugh he hopped out of bed and cursed loudly at the ache that sliced through his butt. He walked slowly into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then brushed his teeth with a spare tooth brush which Damon had obviously left for him. He couldn't find his clothes but realized there was a clean sweatpants and a matching grey t-shirt on the couch near the dresser, so he wore that and went downstairs to look for Damon. Better to get this out of the way...the morning after. He wasn't looking forward to it at all dammit! 

From the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen area, Tristan was sure the cook was preparing something real good. The house seems awfully quiet though save for the classical music playing in the background. Handle Water Music. He had always loved that. He started for the kitchen. 

The sight that met him in the kitchen stopped him in his tracks. Damon in a tight white wife-beater and red sweatpants, cooking like a pro. God, the man was hotness personified! 

"Hey." Damon said softly, looking up from what he was doing when he heard Tristan enter the kitchen. 

"Hey." Tristan's gaze flicked to his for a nanosecond and quickly turned away to stare at a spot on the kitchen counter. He couldn't bring himself to look Damon in the eye. He felt embarrassed. He had allowed his arse to be fucked for goodness sake. And he had made it embarrassingly obvious that he had enjoyed it. He couldn't have hidden that fact even if his life had depended on it anyway. Now he didn't know how to act, didn't know how Damon perceived him, he just didn't know anything. 

Damon took in Tristan's demeanor and immediately knew what was happening. He turned off the heat beneath the pancake and started towards him. When he got to Tristan, Damon simply drew him into his arms and held him. Tristan was stiff initially but relaxed eventually, burying his face in Damon's neck. Damon nuzzled his nose into his hair and inhaled.

"I like the way you smell." He murmured. "How did you sleep?" He asked, his voice very low. As if he was trying to soothe a skittish cat.

"Very well." Tristan murmured into Damon's neck.




Fiery Heat Ch. 04



"You okay?" Damon asked.

"What do you think?" Tristan shot back bringing his face up from Damon's neck to look him in the eye. "I'm sore. Hurting."

Damon brought his lips to Tristan's ear and flicked his tongue over the shell of his ear, then nipped his lobe. "I'm sorry."

Tristan shivered, and moaned helplessly. "Damon..."

"Just wanna kiss it and make it better."

"Feed me first." Tristan said getting a chuckle out of Damon.

"Do I get to kiss you all over after breakfast?" Damon asked huskily. He was hard.

"We will see." Tristan said with an uneasy laugh. He couldn't believe he actually had a hard on. What the fuck was wrong with him?"

"So...if you're as sore as you claim...what are you doing with this?" Damon asked bringing a hand between them to squeeze Tristan's hard cock.

"Fuck Damon." Tristan moaned. "I can't help it when I'm around you." He whimpered. "You're so fucking sexy."

"Oh yeah?" Damon picked Tristan up and deposited him on the kitchen counter. He didn't miss the flash of pain that crossed Tristan's face when his butt touched the surface. Shit! Damon tugged Tristan's sweatpants down and freed his hard cock. Then he bent and swallowed it whole.

"Fuuuuck!" Tristan couldn't help the scream that tore out of his lips. "Shit Damon," He added in a whisper, "There are people in this house."

Damon released his cock long enough to answer that they were alone, then took Tristan's balls into his hot mouth.

"Oh my God Damon." Tristan squeaked. 

Damon took the head of his cock back into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. Then he dipped to the underside, tracing the ridge with infinite slowness.

Sound gurgled in Tristan's throat. He couldn't breathe under the onslaught of pleasure, but he could watch. Fisting his hands at his sides, he watched as Damon bobbed, taking his cock to the back of his throat. The tongue swirling around his sensitive head was even more amazing. Damon took him deep, nose pressed against Tristan's groin as he hummed. The vibrations ran down his length and tickled his spine, drawing up his balls. 

Tristan cried out and buried his hands in Damon's short, blond hair. The orgasm swirled at the base of his spine, growing hotter and wider as Damon thumbed his balls, squeezing and rolling.

"Ugh...Damon...gonna..." He wasn't making sense but Damon understood him, and sealed his lips tighter around him. And when he swallowed around Tristan's cock he heard a gasp and then he was coming, pulsing in Damon's throat and mouth. The orgasm tore through him, drawing a roar from his hoarse throat as his eyesight dimmed. 

Damon sucked him clean and allowed his cock to pop out of him mouth. Then he pulled his sweats back up. Tristan's eyes remained closed as tiny tremors shook his frame. 

"So what do you like for breakfast?" Damon asked in a smug voice. "Omelets? Pancakes? Eggs and bacon? Steak and eggs? Muffins?"

Tristan's answer was to reach up, draw Damon's head down and claim his lips in a soul shattering kiss. He just knew it...he was in love with Damon Reid and there was nothing he could do about it. Shit!

Breaking off the kiss he murmured against Damon's lips in an unsteady voice, "Pancakes and bacon."

"Pancakes and bacon coming right up." Damon said with a chuckle.

Tristan however held on to him as he made to leave his embrace. "Err...would you want me to..." He trailed off going red in the face.

"You know, you look so adorable when you blush." Damon chuckled making Tristan blush even harder.

"Fuck you." Tristan said with a laugh hitting Damon on his arm.

"I'm okay." Damon said softly. Then added in a teasing tone, "besides, I'm not the one who is sore."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Damon roared with laughter. "Come on let's eat."

Soon they had two plates full of food and everything all set up on the dining table in the kitchen. 

"Looks great." Tristan said as he sat gingerly, reaching for the syrup. Tristan thought the food was really good and not just because he was so hungry; it was genuinely yummy. 

"You're a good cook. This is great." He told Damon sounding impressed.

"I try."

"So where did everyone go?" Tristan asked.

"I gave everyone a day off. Thought you would feel more comfortable if there was no one around." 

"Aww how sweet." Tristan couldn't help teasing.

"Oh fuck off." They both laughed.

"Thanks." Tristan said softly. He was falling more by the second. The man was thoughtful to boot. Adriana was going to have a field day. Talking of Adriana...

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed.

"What?" Damon asked alarmed.

"My parents..."

"Know you are here. Relax."

"What?" Tristan shouted looking even more worried.

"I called your dad last night after you...slept. I told him we came home from the pub to discuss Albatros. But you passed out at a point so I was going to allow you to sleep. I promised I'd take you home today after we finish going over the project."

"You lied to my dad." Tristan sounded amused.

"Not entirely. You did pass out."

Tristan groaned whilst Damon laughed.

"Tris, it's 11 a.m. Don't tell me you haven't thought of your family all this while. Damn I must be good." Damon said with a lewd grin.

"Suck my dick."

"Really? With pleasure." Damon said throwing his napkin on the table. Then he got up to go to Tristan who was laughing uncontrollably. 

"Damon come on! I didn't mean it like that and you know it." He was laughing so hard he couldn't stop Damon from drawing him up into his arms. When Damon's lips skated past his jaw and earlobe to latch on to his neck, Tristan's laughter turned into a moan...then a wail when Damon sank his teeth in and sucked. Hard. Fuck! He was getting hard again. Something about

Damon just made it impossible for him to have any control, made him needy for more, no matter how much he got.

Tristan rubbed his hardening cock against Damon, moans and groans falling from his lips. Rubbing against Damon's hard cock was driving him insane. He wanted to suck Damon off. Damon continued sucking on Tristan's neck as he shuffled them from the kitchen, with the intention of making for the couch in the living room. But all the air pretty much left his lungs when Tristan pushed him against the Kitchen Island and went on his knees in front of him.

"Tris?"

"Shh...I wanna do this."

Tristan pulled down Damon's sweats and released his huge wet erection with its beautiful piercing. How the fuck was he going to fit this into his mouth? Tristan wondered. Damon watched him flick his wet little tongue over his tip and then circle it, and he let his head fall back with an agonized groan. After three long, damp strokes up his dick, he was panting.

Tristan was determined to drive Damon out of his mind. He got blowjobs from girls all the time. And he knew exactly what got his blood pumping. He just had to do what he would want to be done for him. After all, a dick is a dick is a dick...right?

Once Damon was glistening with moisture from his clever tongue, Tristan curled his hand around the base and sucked in his crown. Slowly, he worked him deep till Damon's knees nearly gave out.

"Oh yeah, Tris, like that." Damon choked out, threading his fingers through Tristan's bangs. He wanted to grab the back of his head and shove it, had to make a fist to keep from doing so. 

Tristan looked up at Damon with green eyes glazed with lust. His tongue rolled around his shaft, teased at his piercing, making Damon growl. His hand stroked him at his base. His other hand came up to cup his balls. He left no part of his length unexplored by those wet, delectable swirls, even toying with his piercing, giving it little flicks Damon felt all the way up his spine.

Damon's entire life was focused between his legs in that moment. Those lips stretched around his thickness felt amazing. The unadulterated pleasure of Tristan's tongue slicking up the underside of his dick was more than he could take. When he finally enveloped half of his cock in the bliss of his mouth, Damon knew he was lost. His legs were shaking. Tristan's desperate little whimpers around him made his nerve endings sing. 

"Oh God, Tris." Damon moaned. "I'm not gonna last Baby."

Tristan's insides turned to mush whenever Damon mentioned his name like that in the heat of passion and this time wasn't any different. Before he knew what was happening, he was crying out around Damon's cock as he came hard in his sweatpants without being touched, his cock throbbing and his balls aching with need and sheer lust.

A shuddered passed through Damon when he heard and felt that passionate cry. "Did you just come?" he demanded in a rough whisper, staring down at Tristan.

Tristan flushed but said nothing, panting with his lips still stretched around Damon's cock. But Damon didn't need to hear him. It showed in his eyes.

"Fuck Baby. That was so hot." And just like that, Damon felt his orgasm roll through him uncontrollably, his arms shaking as he threw his head back in surrender. 

When Tristan pushed his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of Damon's prick, he came hard with a strangled cry, cock throbbing as he poured himself into Tristan's mouth. Damon kept his hand on the back of Tristan's head as he came in great pulses, feeling Tristan swallow it all. 

Panting and trying to breathe, Tristan swallowed every drop. It tasted salty and kind of...sweet. He had never bothered to taste his. He stayed on his knees, licking and kissing Damon's cock and balls until Damon hauled him to his feet and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging into Tristan's mouth. When Damon finally broke the kiss Tristan looked at him steadily.

"That was fucking amazing." 

Tristan buried his head in Damon's neck, his whole body weak and shaking. "I am so gay," he chocked.

"Hey stop that." Damon tugged on his hair till Tristan lifted his head slowly.

"Stop what?"

"You're thinking way too hard." Damon admonished. 

Tristan pursed his lips with a shrug. "Can't help it."

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up. You need to soak that tight arse in warm water."

"Will be right behind you."

"Why can't we go together?"

"Dude, I have to climb those stairs. And I can't be that fast now can I?" 

Before Tristan knew what was happening, Damon was picking him up bridal style and heading out of the kitchen.

"Hey put me down you Asshole. I'm no babe." Tristan said making no attempt to get down.

"Oh yeah? Could have fooled me. What with fainting and all."

"I did not faint."

"Do you remember falling asleep last night?"

"You're never going to allow me to live this down are you?"

"Err...Nope."

"I thought so." Tristan groaned and dropped his head between Damon's shoulder blades.

Damon laughed all the way to his room.



Fiery Heat Ch. 05



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

"T.T. we're in here." Tristan's mother shouted from the dining room immediately he entered the house.

Great! He had hoped lunch would be over by now so he could quietly sneak into his room to relax in bed. Now he had to face the 'mob' as he affectionately called his family.

"Hi Doll" Adriana beamed when she saw Tristan, "you look...different." She observed.

"How different?" Tristan asked with a frown, pulling out a chair to sit at the table.

"I can't put my finger on it but...there's something about you." Adriana said looking closely at her brother.

"Well shut up then if you don't even know why you think that."

"Ain't you going to eat?" His mother asked taking in his flushed cheeks. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good. Just not hungry. Had a late breakfast."

"Got wasted huh? Damon said you passed out. Son you have to take it easy with alcohol." His dad admonished.

Tristan didn't think it was necessary to let them know he hadn't taken in a drop of alcohol the night before. Let them think whatever they wanted to. It was better than knowing the truth. Now that's some truth.

"If you guys will excuse me, I want to go and lie down." Tristan said standing up.

"Sure you're alright Honey?" His mother asked, sounding worried. She had intentionally delayed lunch so that Tristan would join them.

"I'm great mum."

And with that, Tristan went up to his room, stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Did he look any different? He did feel different. For one, he had an odd feeling inside his chest. He didn't know how to describe it, but he knew it had to do with Damon. Is it that he was missing him already? He just dropped him off for fuck's sake.

'Get a grip Tristan.' Tristan said to himself aloud.

"Talking to ourselves now are we?"

"Jesus Addie, ever heard of knocking?" Tristan gushed, startled.

Adriana jumped onto Tristan's bed and looked up at him expectantly.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? Tell me how you spent your evening yesterday."

"You already know I'm sure. I went to the pub, then to Damon's."

"Hmmm. It's rather surprising that you of all people agreed to go to Damon's house. And actually spent the night. Thought you hated him."

"I never said I hated him Addie."

"Yes you did. In fact you've said that quite a number of times."

"Well that's because of how Dad always makes me feel he's a better person than I am. He's not so bad." Tristan muttered going to lie beside his sister.

"Hmmm. So what did you guys do besides talk business?"

"Addie I did pass out." At least that was a truth. "Woke up late this morning, ate breakfast, and here I am."

"Okay, I'm off to Paul's." Adriana said getting out of the bed. 

"Didn't know he was back." Paul was Adriana's boyfriend who had travelled to Germany on business.

"He got in last night."

But before she got to the door, she turned and asked, "What is wrong with your leg? You were walking funny downstairs."

Tristan felt all the blood drain from his face. Then his heart began to pound so hard he thought it was going to fall out.

"N-nothing." He stuttered. Then decided to add when Adriana still stood there watching him. "Actually I have a slight pain in my right ankle. But it's nothing to worry about." He lied.

"If you say so. See you later." And with that Adriana went out, closing the door behind her and leaving Tristan with a pounding heart.

'Shit!' Tristan muttered. Damon-fucking-Reid's dick was even creating problems for him. Who the fuck had such a monster dick anyway? He only saw such dicks in porn videos. Damon sure was in the wrong profession. And that piercing definitely took it to another level. Damn! He was getting hard just picturing that weapon. Surprisingly the man attached to it could be such a sweet person. Tristan remembered how Damon had sat behind him in the big Jacuzzi in his bathroom and caressed him sweetly as the warm water soothed his sore behind. He had wanted it to never end. Eventually they had to get out so he could bring him home.

Damon had received a text from a friend who wanted to propose to his girlfriend in the presence of Damon and some other friends. So he said he was going to head over there after dropping him off. Tristan was missing him so much already. He needed his touch, his desire. His craving for those things was a gnawing hunger, making him restless and edgy. He had no idea how he was supposed to fall asleep when all he could think about was being in Damon's arms.

What the fuck was happening to him? It could be a result of that sweet kiss Damon had given him before he had gotten out of his car. Now that was some kiss. 

When Damon stopped the car in front of his gate, they had both remained silent for a while. Then Damon had reached over and taken Tristan's hand in his, interlacing their fingers. Tristan had stared down at their hands, taking in Damon's large long fingers curled around his.

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Damon asked quietly.

"Nothing. I'm just going to have a well-deserved sleep."

That got a soft laugh out of Damon. "Are you that tired?"

"Dude, let's just say I need to get off my feet." Tristan retorted with a pout.

"You're so cute."

"Fuck off." Tristan laughed, blushing slightly.

Then Damon leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss so sweet it turned his insides into mush. Damn the man could kiss! His big, warm hands framed Tristan's face as he bent his head and kissed him. Slowly. Carefully. Too carefully. Tristan could sense Damon's reluctance...trying to keep the kiss light, to deny his need to stroke the heated depths of Tristan's mouth as he obviously wanted to. 

Tristan couldn't have that. He touched Damon's lips with the tip of his tongue. And then Damon went wild, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, his tongue spearing between Tristan's lips, kissing with a starving greed that sent Tristan tumbling into such erotic sensations he wondered if he would survive them. He moaned helplessly when Damon's mouth took his, plundering its depths with his seeking tongue. That kiss was hot, hungry, and oh so good.

Damon ended the kiss with a tiny little bite at Tristan's full bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to Tristan's, sharing air and space, relishing in the magnetic scent of aroused male.

"You are too hot for your own good. How are you feeling now?" Damon whispered.

"Horny," Tristan breathed roughly. "Very horny, Damon. You kiss really good."

Damon's lips kicked up at the corner and his eyes filled with a weary sort of humour. Then he was kissing Tristan again, drawing his tongue into his mouth, possessing him, making the heat in his body rise, his cock hard between his thighs.

Tristan admitted he was in a hell of a mess now. Somehow, someway Damon had made him crazed for his touch, his kiss. He knew for sure Damon did not have any feelings for him. To Damon, what had taken place between them was just sex. For the first time in his life Tristan knew how all those girls must have felt. Dumping their arses whenever they expected commitment from him or developed any feelings for him. Karma indeed was a bitch all right. Fuck! 

For the next two hours, all Tristan could do was think about Damon. For someone who had planned on sleeping, this was rather distracting.

Before he realized what he was doing, he was reaching for his phone.

***

"I say fuck school, knock her up." Dean screamed and everyone roared with laughter. "You can always continue after the baby Briana Darling." He ended with a wink making an amused Briana blush.

"I say you guys enjoy the world before bringing in babies." Damon said to Cole. "From what I hear, they steal your wife right from under your nose man. Don't do it. At least not now." 

"And who the fuck are you to talk?" Matt asked Damon, "Let the experienced folks talk. Hey Michael, did Melissa take Mary away from you?"

Michael took his eyes off a pregnant Mary and stared blankly at his friends. "What?" He asked making it obvious he was not following their conversation. He had eyes only for his sweet wife who had forgiven him for cheating on her. 

All the guys groaned when Dean started going over what had been said. Damon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to see he had a message from Tristan. He couldn't help the smile that stretched his lips. 

Tristan: I miss u

Damon: Still up? Thought u said u were going to sleep

Tristan: I know. Still feelin sleepy...but missing u

Getting up, Damon started dialling Tristan's number whiles walking from Cole's living room to the den or what they called, the 'boyz ghetto'. Tristan picked up on the first ring.

"Hey."

"Hey." Damon responded noting how sleepy Tristan sounded. The drowsy cadence of his voice started a delicious melting in Damon's lower belly. "Can't sleep?" 

He had almost suggested Tristan come with him to Cole's house when he dropped him off at home, but had stopped himself when Tristan said he was going to sleep.

"Trying to." God, Damon sounded so sexy on the phone. That deep voice slid down his spine like caressing hands.

"Why don't you read a book? That should knock you right off."

"I'd rather you talk to me." Came the soft reply.

Damon's heart missed a beat at the soft request.

"I can do that." 

And talk, Damon did. He talked about how the proposal went, how he intended to relax the following day because it was a holiday, how he would love to spend the day with Tristan and other unimportant stuff. He talked till he heard soft breathing on the other end of the phone indicating that Tristan was sleeping. He sat there for a long time listening to Tristan breath. Damon knew something was happening. And whatever it was, he didn't have the strength to fight it.

"You've got it real bad dude."

The deep voice from the corner of the room startled Damon so much, he nearly dropped his phone. 

"Fuck Chris! The hell!" Damon exploded. "Ever heard of privacy?"

"Hey I was here first. It isn't my fault you didn't see me."

"And what the fuck are you doing here?" Daman demanded making Chris chuckle.

"Wanted to take a quick nap. But thanks to you, I ended up listening to a sappy phone conversation. Tell me...does the man know you're fucking his son?"

Damon groaned rubbing his eyes with his hands in frustration.

"None of your fucking business dude." Damon retorted with a dark scowl.

"Be careful man. This could blow up in your face. And affect your business with his dad." Chris said quietly. 

"I don't know how to handle this Chris. I'm so confused right now. That kid is getting under my skin. No scratch that...he's in my blood. Can't get enough of him."

"Wow!" Chris raised up both palms as if he was trying to fend off an attack. "Too much information dude. Just be careful okay?" Chris advised leaving the den and an even more confused Damon. 

"Fuck!" Damon swore.

He was confused, unable to think of what to do. He raked his fingers through his short hair in frustration. To make matters worse, he was unbelievably horny on top of everything else. Maybe what he needed to do was to get Tristan out of his system. Damon shifted in his seat, remembering the exquisite feeling of being deep inside Tristan. He wanted to be naked and pressed against every hot inch of Tristan's body right this moment, having raw, merciless, scorching, and amazing sex. Damon knew he had to do something...and fast.

He straightened up in his seat suddenly, as if some decision had been reached in his mind. Tristan was supposed to travel to Paris in a week's time to see to the Albatros project. Damon and Caleb had invested massively in that business. A chain of luxury hotels and resorts in France, that Damon planned to ensure got ranked as the Best Hotel Chain in France, in the next two years. Tristan was asked to head that project because of his knowledge of the French language. He spoke fluent French. Damon smiled as he remembered a younger Tristan having a conversation with one of Caleb Thomas' French business associates at a business dinner, about four years ago. Damon had been amazed at Tristan's command over the French language.

Damon's plan was to accompany Tristan on his trip to Paris. Maybe after a week of nothing but Tristan, he might be able to get him out of his system. He could only hope...right? He really hoped his plan worked because he was flooded with all these feelings that was scaring the shit out of him. Tristan called forth a violent protectiveness in him he'd never known before, and it was kind of freaking him out. These were a deep, primal need to defend something precious to him. He wanted to be with Tristan Thomas. He wanted to take care of him. He wanted to give him whatever he wanted in life and beat the shit out of anyone who ever hurt him. 

The problem was whether Tristan's family would accept a relationship between the two of them. Damon knew his own mother would be okay with anyone he picked as long as he/she made him happy. He therefore had no problem where his family was concerned. After all, all he had left was his mother. He would know the way forward, after the trip to Paris. After that, he planned on allowing the chips to fall where they may.

In the meantime, Damon planned on spending the following day, which was a national holiday, with Tristan. He couldn't wait to have him back in his arms...where he belonged. And he couldn't wipe the smile that spread across his face off. He stood up, slid his phone back into his pocket, and left the den with a bounce in his step.

'You're right Chris. I've got it real bad.' He thought with a chuckle. 



Fiery Heat Ch. 06



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

Damon heard the sound of a motorcycle and smiled. Tristan was in. 

"Tell you what," he interrupted the ramblings of his accountant, "let's do this in the study. You do know where it is don't you?"

"Of course Damon." The accountant quickly turned and headed towards the study.

Damon got to the door just as Tristan pushed it open.

"Hey." Damon said softly, taking in Tristan's look. He looked good enough to eat in a tight black V-neck T-shirt, leather jacket and ratty jeans that broke over his boots just the right way. He looked particularly dangerous in leather. And he smelled incredible. "Damn you look good."

Tristan grinned as if to say there was no use denying it.

"You, my friend, would look good even in rags." Tristan shot back at Damon, his sincerity obvious. "What are you up to?" Tristan asked, ignoring the fluttering inside his belly on hearing Damon's deep, sexy voice.

"Nothing much. Just going over something with my accountant. We're not going to take long. Why don't you head on upstairs. There are drinks in the fridge up there. Help yourself."

"Okay." Tristan turned to go.

"Tris?" He heard Damon call out huskily and turned to look at him.

Like slow motion, Damon reached out and pulled Tristan to him and covered his lips with his own. God he had missed those lips. By the time they ended the kiss, Tristan was trembling so bad. They were both getting hard.

"Go." Damon said hoarsely. He was this close to carrying Tristan upstairs to have his way with him.

"I don't think I can do that." Tristan muttered against Damon's lips, sliding his hands under his t-shirt and running his fingertips over Damon's nipples, drawing an agonized groan from him.

He lifted his chin and licked at the hollow of Damon's throat, biting the tendon.

"Fuck Tris." Damon felt his cock swelling even more.

Behind them, someone cleared his throat. Damon groaned with frustration and turned to see who it was. Though it was a holiday and he had given the staff the day off, some were still around. It was his red-faced accountant standing behind him.

"What is it Stanton." He all but growled at the accountant.

"I left the KAKRA file in my car. I wanted to go and get it."

"Don't bother. I have a copy. Just wait for me. I'll be right with you." But even before he could finish, the accountant, whose face was beet red, was already rushing back to the study.

"I won't be long Tristan. Promise." Damon husked dropping a quick kiss on Tristan's already swollen lips. Then turning around, he moved towards the study with long strides.

Tristan shrugged out of his jacket and hanged it on the stand beside the door, then headed upstairs. When he got to Damon's bedroom, he went to get a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and looked around. He was so hard he contemplated getting himself off. But decided to drink some juice, walk around and try to get his mind off his hard-on. Fuck!

Tristan noticed a small gadget that looked like a monitor in a corner of the room and went to take a closer look wondering what it was. He saw an on and off button and curiously turned it on. He immediately knew it was a security camera, and clicked on the last recording. The time on the recording was 2:56 a.m. What Tristan saw next caused the blood to drain from his face. He could clearly see Damon embracing another handsome man at his living room door. One could see they cared about each other. Who was the man? Tristan wondered. Was he Damon's lover? He laughed bitterly. Of course he was his lover. Why else would he be in his house at such an odd hour? Tristan quickly turned off the device and sat in the couch lost in thought.

What was he to do? Leave? He knew they hadn't said anything about being exclusive but he thought...just maybe...Damon would be serious about him. He knew the tabloids always carried pictures of Damon with different women. It was obvious he had a pretty busy sex life. But Tristan couldn't help how he felt about Damon. He loved him God help him. 

Tristan felt anger and hurt mixed in his heart but he couldn't bring himself to leave. If Damon couldn't be serious about him, he was going to be with him any way he could. And if that meant he was going to have to share with others, so be it. He was a man after all, and should move with the flow right? 

When Damon eventually got into the room, it was to find a relaxed Tristan watching golf on TV. 

"What are you drinking?" Damon asked going to place some documents on the big study table beside the window.

"Orange juice."

"Are you okay?" Damon didn't miss the hitch in Tristan's voice and turned to give him a closer look.

"Yep." Tristan stood and went over to where Damon stood beside the table, wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet his desperate kiss. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know...there was somethi...forget about it. Where were we?" Then Damon was bending to capture Tristan's lips again. Tristan's lips were soft yet strong against his. He applied just the right amount of pressure and suction, rubbing with lips, caressing with tongue to drive Tristan mad with desire. He nipped his lower lip and then drew it into his mouth to suck it gently, soothing it with the tip of his tongue. It worked.

Tristan groaned harshly and tore off Damon's t-shirt. "I want you so bad right now."

"I loved that t-shirt." Damon said getting hard instantly.

"I will get you a another." Tristan said pushing Damon backward until he fell onto the bed. 

"Move up." He commanded.

Damon's heart was beating so hard within his chest he was having a hard time breathing. He moved up till his head was on the pillows and laid still watching Tristan tear his already torn t-shirt into shreds.

"Tris?"

But Tristan just crawled up his body and picking up his right wrist, proceeded to tie Damon with a strip of the t-shirt. He moved to do same with his other wrist. Damon silently watched what Tristan was doing. Two days earlier, Tristan had said he trusted him. It was now his turn to show he trusted him. He proved that by remaining quiet instead of questioning what he was doing.

Tristan took the remote from the bedside desk and pressed the music button. The beginning chords of the violin for Aerosmith's 'I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing' filled the room. When the sexy voice of Steven Tyler started belting out the lyrics, Tristan felt an incredible feeling of love that he never wanted to lose go through him. Shit! He put it on auto repeat.

Then bending over Damon, he took one of his erect nipples into his mouth and bit down softly on it.

"Oh Fuck!" Damon groaned, gazing at the fully clothed Tristan with eyes filled with so much lust.

Tristan blew on the wet nipple and moved to give the other one the same attention. Damon was going out of his mind with pleasure. The thick ridge of his cock was pressing against his fly, begging to be released.

Tristan moved down, dropping kisses on the hairy abs and sexy six-pack. He dipped his tongue into his belly button, giving Damon a tongue fuck that he wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Damon sucked in a breath, his stomach clenching as Tristan's worked on his belly button. Then Tristan sat between Damon's legs and started slowly unbuckling his belt, as if he had all week.

"God Baby, please." Damon begged. "I'm dying here."

"What's the rush Damon? We have all day." He laughed softly at the growl that came out of Damon's throat. For someone who had had a lover over in the early hours of the day, he sure was desperate.

"Untie me Tristan." Damon demanded roughly, pulling against the binds around his wrist. But Tristan only grinned devilishly at him and shook his head slowly. "What the fuck are you playi..." but the rest of his words got lost in a hoarse cry as Tristan swallowed the head of his cock into his warm mouth. "Fuuuuuck!"

Tristan bobbed his head rapidly to stimulate the head, loving the feel of the jewelry in Damon's piercing, on his tongue. He was careful to keep his lips over his teeth so he wouldn't scrape Damon while he sucked him vigorously, his lips bumping over the rim, flicking his warm tongue over the enlarged head.

"Yeah, baby," he gasped. "That's it." 

Tristan kept sucking until Damon was a shaking mess, his skin tingling, unable to stop the soft sounds he was making. Then taking his mouth off the huge dick, he gently circled the base and slowly, carefully began to move his hand up and down the shaft before sucking the tip back into his mouth. The man had a beautiful organ. Slick, wet, and so hard the veins were visible. Tristan could remember how good it had felt sliding in and out of his body. He wanted Damon's cum in his mouth. He stroked faster, his hand gliding firmly over his smooth skin, and sucked harder, as if he wanted to draw out his creamy cum into his mouth.

The combined sensation of sucking and the firm stroking of his cock was too much for Damon. His face was flushed with undisguised bliss and his sensual lips parted as he gasped in pleasure, his eyes tightly closed.

"Tris," he moaned and ached his back. 

Tristan's cock hardened even more and leaked like a faucet within the confines of his jeans at the sound of his name on Damon's delectable lips. He lifted Damon's cock and licked his balls until Damon was screaming for him to stop. Tristan took his cock back between his lips and sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, letting his tongue rasp against the slickness of his skin. He took in another inch, his lips flattening, his tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest. Damon's head thrashed from side to side, the sound of his rough breathing scraping the air around them.

"Oh my God, Tris, what was that?" Damon jerked his hips and his dick went deeper into Tristan's mouth. "Fuck!"

Tristan was determined to drive Damon out of his mind, wanted to give him something to compare with when he was with his other lovers. He moved, pulling back until only the head rested within his lips, then swirled the tip of his tongue over the slit. He wanted Damon to come harder than he ever had before. He was in his power.

"Oh God Baby, your mouth is amazing." Damon whispered.

Damon watched Tristan through half-lowered eyelids. He was wonderful, beautiful, sexy, talented and...oh God, he was going to come.

Tristan dipped down on him again, relaxing his throat so he could take him even deeper. Then he swallowed and heard Damon swear in a guttural tone that made him smile around the cock in his mouth. He returned to the tip and used his teeth to scrape against the skin, and just like that, Damon lost it. 

"Tristan," Damon screamed as he came, flooding Tristan's mouth with warmth. His body shook as Tristan continued to pumped and suck his cock. He filled Tristan's mouth with his hot, salty, amazing flavor, and Tristan moaned whilst swallowing down the very essence of the man he loved.

"God, Tris." Damon's voice was harsh, the words, a tortured pleasure. His cock throbbed inside Tristan's mouth and he trembled with aftershocks till he stilled. Tristan lapped up the remaining flow of cum, circled his tongue on the head and then released him into the cool air. He lifted his head and their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Neither of them moved. Damon wasn't sure if he was still capable of breathing. 

Watching Damon intently, Tristan could see on his face an expression of pure satisfaction and... love? That couldn't be! Damon seemed spellbound, amazed at the satisfaction Tristan had just given to him. Tristan move up Damon's body till his lips were close to his.

"God, Tris...God...that was..."

But before he could finish, Tristan bent and covered his lips with his. He kissed Damon then, long, drawn out, and passionate. Tristan caressed his lips, tasted them, his tongue stroking his, rubbing it. The kiss became frantic as Tristan's fingers tightened in Damon's hair. The kiss was so erotic Damon gasped brokenly into Tristan's mouth.

"Untie me Tris." Damon whispered against Tristan's lips.

Tristan sat up and stared down at Damon. He was beautiful. His abs standing out beneath that flawless skin and the soft patch of hair that led right down to where Tristan kneeled, straddling him, his chest...his gorgeous sculpted chest...heaving as he tried to catch the breath.

"Tris please. I want to hold you." Damon pleaded.

"Are your wrists hurting?" Tristan asked quietly.

"No." Damon sighed after looking up at his wrists. He could sense that Tristan wasn't ready to let him go.

"Then No. I'm not done with you just yet." Tristan said pulling Damon's jeans together with his boxer briefs off.

"Tris..."

"But one thing you should know...that orgasm you just had...must be cherished because you're not going to get another any time soon." 

That got a groan from Damon who was getting hard again already. Tristan moved to the edge of the bed and picking up some of the shredded t-shirt, tied Damon's ankles to the corners of the bed, leaving him spread eagle. Damon closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"Fuck, you're hot," Tristan said as he ran his eyes over Damon. "So goddamn sexy."

Then changing the music to Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On', Tristan started undressing, and it was so fucking sexy. But Damon couldn't help laughing when Tristan actually turned sideways and arched his back a little with his hands on his hips and his elbows pressed back, mimicking a stripper's move.

"Let's get it on." Tristan sang along sexily. 

When Tristan striped to his boxer briefs, he went down to a squat and came back up to a full standing position, with his hips swaying whilst he rolled the boxers off his body. Then he draped the boxers over the length of his erection and shook his hips raunchily. 

"Yeah Baby!" Damon couldn't help screaming at that sexy move. Tristan blushed but laughed excitedly and threw the boxers at Damon. 

Just as 'This I Promise You' by NSYNC started playing, Tristan, his heavy erection bobbing in front of him, got back on the bed, and started kissing a trail down Damon's belly to the inside of his thigh, stroking down to his feet and kissing each toe. 

"Christ Tris." Damon gasped, "I don't think I can stand this."

"Endure."

He proceeded to kiss his way up Damon's legs, till he got to his inner thigh. Damon was at full mast by then, the metal in his piercing shining with all the pre-cum oozing out. He arched his back and then thrust his hips up, pushing his erection towards Tristan. Pleasure was already building up inside him. Tristan didn't touch his cock but rather moved up to drop kisses on his stomach.

"C'mon, Tris." Damon groaned as Tristan licked and bit his firm tummy and hummed to himself. 

"Patience, they say, is a virtue," Tristan muttered into Damon's chest earning a curse from Damon.

Tristan leaned over to kiss Damon's throat as he began to tease him more deliberately with his fingers. He was subjecting him to a sweet torture and Damon didn't know how long he could stand it. He could already feel an orgasm building inside him which was rather surprising considering the fact that he had gone over the edge not too long ago. Tristan nipped lightly at his flat nipple, teasing the hard peak till Damon groaned harshly, his arms straining against the binds. If only Tristan would allow him to touch him, make him feel as good.

"Need to touch you," Damon said. "Need to, so much. God, you have no idea..."

"I do. But you have to wait." Tristan said drifting back down his body to suckle hard on his stomach. When he pulled back, Damon sensed how pleased he was to see a little red mark, a bruise forming. He licked down to his hip and without warning, licked the head of Damon's leaking cock. 

"Fuck Tris!" Damon groaned. He was so hard.

He gasped when Tristan slid down and started to nuzzle those heavy balls. From the earlier blowjob, he knew Damon loved having his balls licked and that's exactly what he did. Damon thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. The building pressure in his groin reached its peak and he tensed.

"Oh fuck," Damon groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna..."

But before he could even finish what he was saying, Tristan squeezed him hard at the base of his cock, stalling his orgasm.

"Fuck Tris!"

Then Tristan reached into the side drawer and took out the tube of lube. He squeezed some onto Damon's already wet cock and some on his own fingers. Whilst stroking Damon and rubbing the lube on him, he used his fingers to open himself up.

"Jesus. That is so hot baby." Damon gasped, his breath was coming fast as he watched Tristan fucking himself. He had never seen a sight so erotic. Tristan with his lips slightly parted, with tiny moaning sounds coming out of his throat, his hard cock leaking profusely. It was all he could do not to shoot right there.

When Tristan felt he was open enough to take Damon's monster cock, he straddling his hips facing him and started to lower himself onto him. 

"Fuck!" They both said at the same time, making Damon smile.

Closing his eyes, Tristan sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and dropped down. Heat raced up his spine. He tried to relax but Damon was so big. His body opened up one agonizingly slow inch at a time, stretched him to his limits. Tristan shuddered, still incredibly hard. He didn't even realize he was gasping for breath until Damon spoke softly. 

"Baby untie me. I want to help you."

"No. I got this. Oh God, you're so... thick."

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Feels full but great." 

Then Tristan gasped and moaned loudly. He had all of Damon now. Tristan gasped when he felt the metal at the head of Damon's cock rub over his pleasure button and fought the orgasm that threatened to explode out of him. He took in deep breaths but couldn't stop it. He tumbled over the edge with a loud cry as spasms gripped the base of his cock and his ass tightened around Damon's cock. Damon groaned, watching as thick ropes of cum shot as far as his shoulders, some splattering across his partially open lips. His tongue came out and clicked what was on his lips. Tristan's body went limp and he fell against Damon. Damon knew he would give anything to be able to wrap his arms around the sexy man lying on him but stubborn Tristan wouldn't allow it. Shit!

"Kiss me Tris." Damon whispered shakily. 

"I'm not finished with you." Tristan whispered back breathing hard.

"I know. Kiss me or let me touch you. Please."

Tristan suckled and licked the side of Damon's neck until waves of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered, hardening even more inside him. Then he moved to give Damon a kiss so passionate, his toes curled. Damon surged up helplessly into Tristan, making him moan brokenly into the kiss. Tristan took a deep shuddering breath against Damon's mouth, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. As he kissed Damon, Tristan's hips starting to move, taking Damon deep. 

"Ah, yes," Damon gasped.

Tristan cried out as he moved to sit up, his rapidly filling cock prodding Damon in the belly. He felt like a total slut like this. This is exactly what he'd been craving...deep, hard penetration. It felt so good he just wanted to feel Damon moving inside him. He didn't need anything else. Just this. He rode him hard. Tristan threw his head back and screamed when he felt the metal rub constantly on that button. He knew he wouldn't last long.

He looked down at Damon through his lashed and reached up to twist his own nipples with his fingers. Then he started undulating sensuously, making Damon groan loudly.

"Oh God. Don't stop, Tris. You feel so good. Perfect." Damon whispered shakily.

Damon was moving so much the restrains were biting into him, sending bolts of fire through his body. "Oh Fuck, Tris, please I have to cum. Oh God." Damon heard the whimper in his voice and didn't care.




Fiery Heat Ch. 06



"Too bad. I'm not ready to give it to you." Tristan said softly. 

He didn't know exactly why but he wanted to hold off Damon's release for as long as possible. Maybe he was trying to give Damon extra pleasure by holding off his climax. It could also be that he wanted Damon to remember the intensity of their encounter. Maybe he wanted to punish him for fucking another guy after all they had shared the past two days. It might not have meant anything to Damon but at least he expected a little respect.

Damon squirmed. "I need to come."

"You'll come when I'm ready to let you." He replied in a stern voice.

"Tristan," he said breathlessly. Then Tristan felt it. Damon was already spasming inside him.

"Oh no you don't." He quickly got off him and squeezed him at the base of his cock again. Damon groaned and started sweating.

"Fuck!" He exploded. "Baby please." He added in a whispered.

Tristan didn't reply, just lowered himself, guided Damon's straining cock to his entrance and sunk back down onto it. Then Tristan started to move, riding Damon like he was riding a horse. It was just too much.

Damon gasped. He had never felt like this before. The tight heat surrounding him demanded that he move, but he felt restricted. He also had a feeling he was being punished. For what, he didn't know. He could see ecstasy and something else on Tristan's face. Was it hurt? Anger? He couldn't tell but something was bothering Tristan. He knew if he wanted any relief, he had to get him to talk.

"What is it Tris? Talk to me." He said softly, watching Tristan bounce on his cock.

Tristan bent and kissed him hard, swallowing the sound of Damon's surprised cry. But the sudden action changed the angle of Damon's cock, causing Tristan's prostate to take a direct hit from the barbell attached to the cock in his arse. He couldn't help the orgasm that tore through him. He screamed into the kiss as he shot between their bodies, bliss unfurled, engulfed him. His muscles began to tighten deliciously around Damon, causing Damon to groan deep in his throat. Tristan kept moving, taking Damon deep. Damon broke their kiss, his sweaty face flushed as he stared up at Tristan. God, he was beautiful with his face contorted in ecstasy. 

"Tris? Look at me," Damon whispered, hating that he'd closed his eyes. Tristan's lashes rose and his lips fell apart as he fell faster on Damon's cock. "Baby, what is bothering you?"

Tristan knew he wasn't the kind of person who kept things bottled up. He needed to know exactly where he stood with Damon. Though he had told himself to go with the flow, he just couldn't. Looking down at Damon, seeing the fire in his gaze, the worry in his eyes, the barely controlled passion as sweat dotted his body, Tristan just knew he had to know. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.

"One question," Tristan said shakily. 

"Shoot." 

"If I walked out this door and hooked up with the next sex kitten to cross my path, would you be okay with that?" 

Damon groaned. "Fuck, no." 

"Me either. So what the fuck were you doing with that guy at 2:56 a.m.?"

The look on Damon's face was priceless. He looked confused, shocked and then more confused. Tristan knew the very instant Damon realized just who he was referring to because his eyes widened and he turned to look at the monitoring device. 

"The fuck Tris! Were you..."

"No I wasn't snooping on you." He said before Damon could finish asking.

Tristan started slowing down his movement as he felt his heart breaking. Backstreet Boys' 'I'll Never Break Your heart' playing softly in the background didn't help matters. Tristan felt the tears well up in his eyes as he stared down at the myriad of emotions running across Damon's face. Shit, he couldn't do this. He wanted him all to himself or nothing at all.

"Tell me?" He whispered, and then gasped when he felt the wetness on his face. He hadn't even realized tears were running down his face.

Damon's heart gave an unpleasant lurch when he saw the tears on Tristan's face.

"Baby untie me." He demanded. He pulled against his binds and felt the burn in his wrists and ankles.

But Tristan only shook his head as he increased his movement.

"Fuck!" Damon lost all thoughts at the sensations that coursed through him.

Tristan moved faster, the metal head of Damon's cock gliding over his prostate again and again. He looked down and saw his prick, slick with his cum, starting to fill again and groaned. Then he looked into the glazed eyes of Damon and knew he had to give him relief. 

"Want you to come." He whispered and started undulating on Damon's cock and tightening his arse muscles. Then he began to move faster over Damon. Faster. Damon's eyes fluttered closed as Tristan reached down his fingers and pinched his flat nipples. He tugged and twisted them.

"Fuck!" Damon shuddered at the mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock jerked inside Tristan's arse.

He pulled against his bindings as the pleasure radiating from his nipples coursed in all directions of his body. His head fell back as his hips moved helplessly, just letting the sensations drive him.

Tristan felt Damon freeze, his eyes rolling back as he screamed like a wounded animal. Then he felt the cock in his arse pulse and throb as Damon shot deep into him, his body jerking as he came hard. Spasms of unending pleasure wracked his body and he growled with the intensity of the climax that roared through him.

"Goddamn, Tristan."

Damon pulled his arms down hard, with the force of his orgasm and tore both wrists from the point they had been tied to. He felt the sharp bite of the binds around his wrists but didn't care. He sat up making them both moan, keeping Tristan on his still spasming cock, and took Tristan's cock into his palm, stroking him fast and hard.

Tristan didn't even bother trying to muffle his groan as Damon stroked him off with firm hands. His hand felt so good on his cock. The way Damon's thumb brushed over the head of his cock felt fucking amazing and his balls pulled up tight, ready to spill.

Damon bent and latched onto his nipple. He gripped the hard tip of his nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as Tristan's cries echoed around them. Tristan was going out of his mind with sizzling pleasure.

"Oh fuck Damon... that feels so good." He gasped brokenly.

Then Damon moved up to suck lightly at his neck, and Tristan cried out when Damon bit down on his skin, his teeth sank into the tender spot between his shoulder and neck, a painless hold that conveyed the rawness of his pleasure.

"Want to hear you come for me." Damon said huskily.

Tristan closed his eyes and shuddered as Damon captured his mouth in a hot kiss. Damon's fingers found and pinched at Tristan's nipple until his back arched, moaning helplessly into the kiss. 

He screamed as pleasure seared through his body, washing from the point where Damon was sucking on his tongue, to where his fingers twisted his sensitive nipple, down to his thumb rubbing the head of his weeping cock and finally, to the bite of that barbell at the tip of Damon's cock on his prostate.

"Come for me, Baby."

Tristan screamed Damon's name and came hard, his hips bucking as he shot over Damon's hand, not shooting as much, but the feeling much more intense. Damon didn't relent on his stroking; he worked that cock as he kept slamming up into Tristan, lifting his head to stare into his eyes when his cries began to reach a crescendo.

Blissful shudders rolled through Tristan like waves. He waited until the last one had passed and sagged against Damon, burying his head in his neck. His third orgasm had Tristan weak as everything was wrung out of him. Damon thought he had fainted once again. Firm fingers tilted Tristan's chin up and warm lips moved over his seductively. He responded immediately, his fingers coming around Damon's neck. Damon could tell he was trying to gather whatever strength he had left to do so. "Don't faint on me now." He murmured against those swollen lips.

Tristan opened his eyes just in time to see Damon lick his fingers clean of his cum. The act was so erotic he shuddered.

"Oh God," he moaned.

"You taste so good, Tris."

With his arms firmly around Tristan, Damon leaned over and released the binds holding his own ankles. Then he turned and placed Tristan in the middle of the massive bed, careful not to slip out of him. Then with his weight fully on his elbow, he stared down at Tristan.

Tristan knew he was blushing and hated every single bit of blood in his body. He moved to cover his face with his arm but Damon stopped him. He squirmed. 

"That was Cole." Damon started quietly. "He had a fight with Briana and came here because he needed someone to talk to. I did point out to him that he should have stayed with her and tried to solve the problem instead of running out on her. I sent him back to her. What you saw was two friends hugging each other and nothing more."

"Oh my God." Tristan groaned going even redder. "I'm so sorry Damon. I tho...thought...I am sorry." He ended in a whisper.

"Is that the best you can do?" Damon asked teasingly. Tristan was jealous and for some reason, that thrilled Damon. "The last time I checked, people got punished only when they did something wrong. Looks like I rather got punished for being good."

"What do you want me to do?" Tristan whined.

Damon bent to kiss his swollen lips. "I don't know." He murmured against his lips, "surprise me."

"But...a fight? Didn't they get engaged just yesterday?" Tristan looked incredulous.

"Communication Tris. It's very important in every relationship. It can cause breakups." Damon murmured against his lips. 

Tristan reached up and captured Damon's face between his palms and brought his lips firmly down on his, kissing him fiercely. Damon's mouth opened wide, letting Tristan in, his tongue forging into his mouth and twining with his. Damon gripped Tristan's hands in one hand and held it above his head, then holding his chin steady with his other hand, used his tongue to fuck his mouth with hot, possessive strokes. Nothing else existed but the two of them. 

Tristan moaned into the kiss when he felt Damon's cock twitch inside him. Damon released Tristan's hands and raised his legs over his shoulders and started rocking into him at a slow pace...which didn't last. He soon started pounding into him, the metal slamming against Tristan's gland with every thrust.

Words were gone. Damon filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull, every kiss. There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into him, hard deep lunges that had Tristan crying out Damon's name as he felt each hard thrust stretching him, caressing him. Damon fucked him with quick long strokes that stole his breath and had his senses rioting as he drove him closer and closer to the brink.

Tristan whimpered against the need, thrashing against the bed as desperate mewling moans tore from his throat. He felt the build up again and didn't think his body could withstand another earth-shattering moment. But he had no choice. Fire was streaking through his arse, burning him alive with pleasure as he exploded with such force, such overwhelming response, that nothing mattered; nothing existed but the conflagration tightening his body and burning him alive.

"Yes," he moaned deliriously. "Oh yes, please, please..."

Damon's cock slid deeper inside him, stretching him, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around him. A ragged groan tore from his lips, the fine line between pleasure and pain so exquisite. Damon growled at Tristan's ear as he arched and writhed on the thick cock penetrating him, impaling him, its metal head burning. With an inevitability that had becoming familiar, he let go and came again, and it was sweet and agonizing and intense. Tristan lost all his sense of self as an exquisite lightning erupted inside him, sending his senses spinning as ecstasy washed over him with an orgasm so deep, so hard he could only cry out in response. 

He screamed.

Damon lowered his lips to cover Tristan's, swallowing his screams. Tristan's eyes closed. There was no control, no strength to hold them open as Damon kissed him with a melting passion that left him weak. 

With Damon's lips moving on his, his hips straining against his, driving his cock in harder, faster, that piece of metal driving him out of his fucking mind, sending bolts of sensation tearing harder through his body, Tristan kept coming. His back arched as everything inside him exploded. His channel tightened around the surging erection until he heard Damon gasp and swear, swelling even more within him, which signalled his own release. It lit a fuse to Tristan's already exploding senses and sent him reeling again as he felt Damon's hot cum jetting inside him. 

"Tristan!" Damon growled, as he filled Tristan with his thick, hot semen. "Fuck, you feel so good baby."

Tristan could feel him coming inside him, thick hard cock pulsing inside his body and Damon, shuddering and twitching, lost in sensation. Tristan wrapped strong arms around him, holding him tightly. 

Damon collapsed onto Tristan, burying his head in his neck.

"You drive me out of my fucking mind Tris." Damon growled in his ear, still trying to catch his breath.

"Same here," Tristan's voice was lazy and satiated.

"Are you Okay, Baby?" Damon whispered, in a voice much steadier than he thought possible. He tried to move slightly to ease his aching back.

"No, please don't move," Tristan gasped.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing...nothing!" he said. "But, if you move I'm gonna cum again."

"And this is a bad thing?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Just let me calm down a little bit, Asshole," he panted.

"An Asshole in your asshole. Ironic." Damon burst out into laughter.

"Shut up." The two laughed uncontrollably.

Damon stayed put for another few minutes, dropping tiny kisses all over Tristan's face.

"Baby I need to pull out otherwise you'll be very sore." Damon said softly.

"Hmm I'll miss you." Tristan whined.

"You mean you'll miss my dick."

"Fuck you."

Tristan couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat when Damon withdrew from his clutching channel. He moaned at the delicious pulling sensation, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Tristan whimpered and kissed Damon, almost sobbing from the exquisite sensations. He felt warm lips brushing against his. Exhaustion rode him now, as hard as lust had ridden him minutes before. His eyes fluttered opened, his vision sleep-blurred as he stared into Damon's sexy blue eyes, sighing in blissful, sated pleasure. 

"Forgive me?" he whispered still trying to catch his breath.

"Shhh," Damon whispered softly against his swollen lips. "We need a shower." Tristan said sleepily.

"Can do that. After a nap." Damon wrapped his arms around him and Tristan snuggled into him, one leg hooking over Damon's thighs, one arm circling his waist.

"But I'm leaking so bad and I'm feeling sticky too."

"Okay. Shower first. Then nap. How about that?"

"Perfect." Tristan whispered.

"Wait here. Going to run us a bath." Damon said getting out of bed.

After a while he came back to find Tristan sleeping.

"Hey," He said shaking the sexy angel in his bed. Sleepy green eyes opened to look up at him.

"Bath is ready. Want me to carry you?"

"Hell no."

"Liar." Damon snickered, picking Tristan up and heading for the bathroom.

They lathered and washed each other, then just soaked in warm water, with Tristan relaxing against Damon's chest. They sat in a comfortable silence as Tristan kept dropping kisses on the marks around Damon's wrists caused by his struggle against them.

"Next time, we use a safe word." Damon murmured, breaking the silence.

"Did I hurt you?" Tristan asked softly.

"No. I just hated that I couldn't hold you when you were crying." Damon returned equally softly.

Tristan's heart melted. God, he loved Damon so fucking much.

"So why the piercing?" Tristan asked. He really wanted to know.

"Don't you like it?" Damon gave a throaty laugh.

"I didn't say that."

"So you like it?" Damon asked in a teasing voice.

"I love it and you know it. I just want to know what made you do it that's all."

"Hmm... what made me do it... an ex."

"An ex told you to pierce your dick and you just went ahead and did it?" Tristan turned to give Damon an incredulous look making Damon laugh. 

"It wasn't like that. She had a number of piercings on her body which couldn't be seen from the outside. They...fascinated me. So I researched and got to know about the Albert piercing and the Apadravya. What I have is the Apadravya."

"So what made you choose the Apadravya?"

"Why the third degree?" Damon chuckled.

"Just curious."

"It is generally thought of as pleasurable for sexual partners, since the top of the piercing is positioned such that it directly stimulates the G-spot in both males and females during sex." 

"You actually pierced your dick just so you could please people during sex?" Tristan looked shocked.

"Not just for the pleasure of my partners Tris. The apadravya is usually very pleasurable to wear, as it stimulates the penile tissues internally. So you see, I'm always ready to go."

Tristan laughed at that. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah. So consider yourself warned. Wherever I see you, I'm gonna want to fuck you. Because you make my blood boil Tristan, and I can't combine that and my already stimulated dick." Damon murmured, nuzzling the side of his neck.

Tristan moaned at the combination of those erotic words and the sensual caress. It was pure bliss.

"Cut it out Reid. I'm asking questions here. So can you take it out?"

"Sure. Want me to?"

"Hell No." Tristan relaxed against Damon again. "I love your dick and all its trimmings.

Damon threw his head back and laughed, the sound turning to a moan as Tristan's fingers found the head of his cock and swept over it. "Oh, Christ! It loves you right back baby." 

"Damon?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think my dad will accept me being gay?" he asked quietly.

"You're not gay Tris. You like girls remember? You fuck them all the time."

"But that's just it. I just fuck them. I don't feel anything for them. But with you..." He trailed off, groaning loudly at what he had almost revealed. Damon froze.

"What are you saying Tris?" He asked quietly. Too quietly.

After a long silence during which Damon remained tense behind him, Tristan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck this." He muttered. "I...I love you Damon. I'm sorry I just couldn't help it. I'm in love with you." He whispered brokenly.

"Oh God, Tris." Damon groaned burying his face in Tristan's hair.

Then turning Tristan to face him, he kissed him fiercely. A kiss full of hunger. The intensity of emotions shattered their control, sweeping them both along, as their breaths mingled and their teeth clashed. Damon could taste the salt on Tristan's lips and knew they were tears.

When they finally pulled back to breathe, Damon found his arms were trembling so bad and wrapped them tightly around Tristan. He remembered Chris' words and groaned. He knew what he had to do. Though it was going to hurt both of them, he had to and his heart was breaking. He had to stop this before it went any further. It was bad enough as it was.

"Oh baby." He groaned rocking Tristan in his arms. He already hated himself for what he was about to do.

***

They sat eating pizza that they had ordered in, watching an episode of 'Two and a Half Men'. 

"God, Alan is hilarious." Tristan said laughing uncontrollably.

"Tell me about it. Snooping in other people's wallets, looking for 'lose cash'. Imagine."




Fiery Heat Ch. 06



"The guy's a douchebag."

"Talking of snooping." Damon got up and went over to a similar monitor to the one in his bedroom. He picked it up and came to sit beside Tristan.

"Dude I said I wasn't snooping. And I have apologized." Tristan said quietly.

"Oh I know Tristan. Just wanted to teach you how to operate this gadget very well. You see it has some interesting stuff on it which I know you'll love to see."

Damon pressed a button which brought out a lot of video clips as though they were on you-tube. 

"Wow." Tristan breathed. "Are all these on there?"

"Yep. Let's check some out." Damon clicked on one. It was a video clip of Damon and his mum laughing at something in his kitchen. Tristan smiled.

"You are a mummy's boy."

"Look who's talking." Damon retorted.

"Fuck off." Tristan laughed.

They went through a number of clips till they got to one where Damon was sitting on a bed...not his bedroom...with a beautiful blonde. She had her head on Damon's chest and he had his arms around her with his lips buried in her hair. Though they were fully clothed and were not moving at all, it was a very intimate posture. Tristan could feel his chest tightening.

"Who is that?" Tristan's voice was barely above a whisper. 

"That's Maya." Damon said in a casual voice.

"Okay. And who's she?" Tristan's asked already dreading the answer.

"That's my fiancée. You...I thought you knew Tris." Damon turned to look at Tristan.

"Knew what?" Tristan whispered, his face draining of all colour.

"Well we were supposed to get married about three months ago but she had to travel to Brazil for a stint. She's a medical doctor. She's due back next month. Then there's going to be a wedding. I'm really not looking forward to it. Wish we could elope or something but our mothers will have none of that."

Damon had said all this whilst looking on the monitor. He felt Tristan stand. Damon almost died when he looked up into Tristan's face. Raw anguish shimmered in those lovely green eyes. Tristan looked lost. Shit!

"I've got to go." Tristan said in a hoarse voice.

"Tris don't tell me you didn't know about Maya." Damon said looking all serious.

"It doesn't matter Damon. I know now don't I? Thanks for telling me. See you around." Tristan said heading towards the door."

"Hey come on! I thought we were just having fun like two adults T.T. You're going to just walk out the door because I have a fiancée?"

"Screw you Damon." Tristan shouted, anger taking over his emotions. So now he was T.T.? He used to hate Damon calling him Tristan but had come to love the fact that, he was the only person who actually did. "So you decided to screw around simply because your fiancée left town? Is that how you play with people's emotions? My emotions? You call this fun?"

"Ow come on don't tell me you didn't enjoy all this Tristan. I have on record that you did."

"You recorded us?" Tristan's felt dizzy all of a sudden and had to sit down. He sat on a stool near the door. Damon was instantly on his knees beside him. "Are you okay Baby?"

"I'm not your Baby. And get the hell away from me." Tristan knew he needed to get out of there. But he didn't want to stand and fall flat on his face in front of Damon. That would be the ultimate humiliation.

"Tris, this changes nothing. We can still have fun on the side."

Before Tristan knew what he was doing, he pulled back his arm and let fly, catching Damon's jaw with a neat right. 

"Fuck," Damon swore as Tristan's fist connected with his jaw.

"I can't share you with anyone. Can't you get that into your stupid head? Now stay the fuck away from me. From today onwards, all we are to each other is business partners. Nothing more."

With that, Tristan stood up, grabbed his jacket from the stand, and left. Damon knew it was dangerous for Tristan to ride in his current mood. But also knew he wouldn't accept a ride from him. He quickly grabbed the keys to his Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon, all the while rubbing his bruising jaw. What the fuck had he done?

Damon got into his car just as Tristan tore out of the parking shed. Damon sped after him. He only turned back when he saw Tristan enter the gate of his house. He didn't want to linger and risk being spotted by the Thomases. Damon wanted to go in there after Tristan but knew he couldn't. But he could feel. And it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.

***

Sniffling into his pillow, Tristan waited for the hole in his heart to stop stabbing him with pain. He waited to not feel like his life was over. That's all he felt though...that everything was over. What they had, obviously hadn't meant anything to Damon. To him, it had just been meaningless sex. If anyone knew what sex for the sake of sex meant, it was Tristan. He knew all about meaningless sex, but he thought the two of them had connected on an emotional level. Apparently he couldn't have been more wrong. He'd never meant anything romantic to Damon. Nothing.

Tristan was no longer hurt, just kind of numb. He tried to ignore how dead he felt inside over the next few days. Nothing was vivid to him beyond the pain that throbbed through him like a constant dull ache. He lost weight and slept a lot without feeling rested. His mother was very worried and demanded to know what was going on but he couldn't bring himself to tell her anything.

What scared Tristan even more was the day he woke up to find Adriana, his sister in bed with him. She said she had heard him crying and had come in to check up on him, only to find out that he had been crying in his sleep. She did the only thing she could...hold him through the night.

Now it was morning and Adriana wanted some answers. Nobody wanted to see their kid brother hurting so much.

"T.T.? What's wrong?" She was all seriousness.

"Nothing Addie." Tristan had replied in a croaky voice. Shit! He had actually been crying in his sleep? That was so fucked up.

Adriana was silent for a moment.

"T.T. this is me you're talking to. What is it? Please tell me." Her voice was soft and comforting, and that was Tristan's undoing. Uninvited, his tears began to flow. He had cried so often in the last few days.

"Please T.T." she pleaded, and the anguish in her voice reflected his.

"I'll be fine." He sobbed, holding on tightly to Adriana. Tristan knew he was a blubbering mess but couldn't help it. Adriana held him till he quieted down.

Tristan felt drained, empty and dead inside. 

Damn Damon Reid! 



Fiery Heat Ch. 07



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

The next time Damon saw Tristan, it was at a meeting in his office. Four days after their last encounter. And it was all he could do not to draw him into his arms and damn the consequence. There were bags under his eyes and he had lost weight but he still looked sexy as hell. Dressed in black jeans and white long sleeved designer T-shirt, with his aviator shades tucked into the V of his t-shirt, and leather cuffs on his wrists that matched his boots, he simply looked delicious. Casual. But that didn't make him seem more relaxed. Tristan was strung tight as a bow, vibrating with tension and whatever else was eating at him. Damon could take a good guess.

Tristan was due in Paris in two days. They had to meet and agree on what was to take place in Paris. Caleb Thomas, the Architect and the Consultant for the Albatros project were also present at the meeting. Damon could barely concentrate on what was being discussed. He simply couldn't tear his eyes off Tristan. Damn he was hot. Tristan deliberately wouldn't even meet his eye. He had never seen him all business like he was at that moment. Damon was so engrossed in the sexy man sitting at the table, he started when he heard the raised voices. What the fuck was going on? Damon wondered. Obviously he had zonked out.

"Damon talk some sense into him." Caleb Thomas said pointing at Tristan.

"No Dad. If I'm supposed to head this project, then you gentlemen must respect my opinion. I think the best thing to do is to start from the East wing and not the West. From these drawings, it will be our best shot. And that's exactly what I'm going to ensure when I get to Paris." His tone was stern, authoritative.

"But we've already agreed to start from the West wing. Aren't we supposed to go by the plan?" Caleb Thomas sounded exasperated.

"Excuse me." Tristan said standing to go out of the conference room.

"Damon?" Caleb looked imploringly at Damon.

With a sigh Damon pushed his chair back. "I'll be right back." He went after Tristan.

The guard on the floor pointed towards the restroom when Damon asked where Tristan had gone. Damon entered and heard the toilet flush just before Tristan came out, going to the wash basin to wash his hands. He didn't even look in Damon's direction though Damon knew he had seen him. God, he had missed him. And if his rapidly hardening cock was any indication, he had really missed him.

"What are you doing Tristan?" He asked quietly. "Explain what the fuck just happened," he added calmly.

Tristan ignored him. Damon stood with his arms straight by his sides. He felt everything in him, everything he was, go still as he took in the sight of Tristan. God, he was beautiful, and Damon couldn't look away. He was hard, so hard he ached.

"Tris." Only his name, but it was husky and rich and deep, filled with pain and longing and Tristan had to look at him.

His breadth hitched in his throat at the look of pure need on Damon's face, his gaze so hot it did crazy things to Tristan's heart. But arguments rushed through his mind. Every reason why Damon couldn't be serious about him, how heartlessly he had treated him and the fact that he was obviously only good for one thing... Sex! Tristan saw red.

"Is the meeting being moved in here? If not, then get the hell out of my way." Tristan started to dry his hands.

Damon abruptly turned on his heels and headed for the door. Tristan's heart sunk. Just having Damon that close to him was giving him pleasurable flutters in his stomach. Now, he was walking away from him, when all he wanted was to go into his arms and hang on for dear life. Damn his big mouth.

He froze when he saw Damon rather lock the door and turn to look at him, unsure of what exactly was happening. Lord, he was so handsome, so goddamned sexy it was impossible not to stare at him. In his unmistakably costly grey three-piece suit, he looked every bit the powerful, successful businessman he was. Damon Reid looked so edible, Tristan wanted to fuck him with his suit still on. He watched with a pounding heart as Damon closed the distance between them and slammed his mouth on his, a hungry tongue, sliding its way in. 

Tristan couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat as he opened his mouth and allowed Damon inside. Damon tasted of desperation and need as their tongue twisted around each other. But Tristan's brain decided that it couldn't accept Damon's need... wasn't about to be seduced like some schoolgirl. Not by a man who went around fucking people whilst his fiancée was out of town and even recorded the act. Tristan stood as firmly as he could and tore his mouth from the kiss, staring into blue eyes glazed with lust. 

Tristan's hands made their way onto Damon's belt buckle and quickly undid it, pushing his hand inside his boxers to cup his wet-tipped prick with a warm, but less than gentle hold. Damon moaned deep in his throat.

"Is this what you want Damon?" Tristan's voice took on a warm purr that caressed Damon's senses, making his toes curl inside his shoes. Tristan swept the weeping pierced head with his thumb, smirking at Damon's sharp intake of breath. Then he wrapped his palm around Damon's cock, pumping him firmly.

"Oh, Christ." Damon's knees almost gave out under him. Though he could feel and see Tristan's anger, Damon felt he could very well die from the pleasure of his touch. His eyes closed against the anger on Tristan's face.

"Is this all I'm good for?" Tristan asked harshly in a voice filled with so much pain.

Damon's heart stuttered. Words froze in his lungs, heat racing through his body, weakening his limbs. He knew he shouldn't but couldn't help himself. Tristan's hands on him felt so good. A ragged moan escaped him. Heavy pants filled the restroom as Tristan stroked him, jerking his cock from root to tip, thumb dipping into the slit. 

"Does she make you feel like this?"

A hot palm cupped his balls and Damon threw his head back, his lips parting to let out a silent scream. He thrust into Tristan's palm, fiery heat flooding his body. He knew Tristan wasn't in the right frame of mind. Knew he had to stop him, but Damon didn't have the willpower to bring himself to do that. He couldn't have stopped Tristan even if his life had depended on it. 

"Are you thinking about her now? Maya? Look at me Damon."

Damon did as commanded, opening his eyes to stare at Tristan. His blue eyes, filled with passion, clashed with Tristan's green ones, which were so...cold. What had he done to Tristan? Where did all the fire that filled those eyes just a few days ago go?

"I gave you my heart and body and what did you do? Trampled upon it. Now you have the fucking nerve to come in here and expect me to fall into your arms?" His lower lip trembled. He knew he was not far from breaking down. But he was determined not to give Damon that satisfaction. He went down on his knees, opened his mouth and swallowed Damon down.

Damon had to shove his hand in his mouth to keep from screaming. 

He couldn't breathe under the onslaught of pleasure. Tristan had never been able to take him into his throat like that before. No one ever had. Damon's heart rate accelerated out of control. He was going out of his mind. When the hell did he learn to do that? Didn't matter, all that mattered was the wet heat of Tristan's mouth and the way he was swallowing around the head of his cock. Bracing his hands on the vanity, he watched as Tristan bobbed, taking his cock into the back of his throat. Those lips stretched around his thickness was simply amazing and the pleasure from it stripped his control.

Tristan heard Damon hiss with pleasure as he took him into his mouth and bobbed his head, taking him in even deeper, sucking hard, feeling the thick cock hit the roof of his mouth before sliding back to hit his throat. His eyes watered. Shit he was huge! But he didn't stop. His cheeks hollowed as he found a rhythm, taking him as deep as he could. He needed to give Damon this, needed to watch him come apart in his hands one last time, needed to remind Damon what exactly he was missing. His own prick was hard and throbbing inside his jeans, aching to be touched. He ignored it.

"God Tris." Damon panted. Tristan hummed his response and the vibrations ran down his length and tickled his spine, drawing up his balls. Damon almost came on the spot. He thrust into Tristan's mouth, his hips moving without any conscious effort. Tristan gagged.

Tristan released him with a slurping popping sound, working him with his hands as he spoke, never breaking eye contact. "Am I doing okay? Am I pleasing you?" Face red, eyes wide and wet, Tristan smiled innocently, as though he didn't know he was driving Damon out of his fucking mind. Shit he never thought he could ever be able to take Damon down his throat. He had to take it out so he could breathe. 

"Don't stop. Please!" Tristan heard the whispered plea. He stared into blue eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness, eyelids that had grown heavy as if Damon was drunk on pleasure. He had a feeling Damon thought he was going to leave him with no relief.

"Do you want to come down my throat and watch me swallow?" He shifted, taking Damon inside again. This time Damon cried out. 

He bucked as Tristan's throat contracted around him. Harsh groans filled the restroom as he rammed himself down Tristan's throat again and again, fighting for control but not succeeding. Tristan took him almost to the base of his cock, and his tongue worked faster, tracing just under the head of his cock, over the pierced tip, and pressing into the tiny slit. Damon whimpered as his fingers sank into Tristan's bangs and they stared each other down, neither willing to look away as Tristan pleasured him. His hands tightened in his hair, his body tensing as a ragged groan tore out of his throat.

Tristan felt his warm pre-come dripping onto his tongue. It was salty, rich, making him realize how desperate he had been for Damon's taste. He wanted it all, wanted to feel the hard hot spurts of his semen filling his mouth, coating his tongue as he found his release in his mouth. But that wasn't going to happen. Damon watched, looking down at Tristan, half crazed by the look in Tristan's eyes... so much pain. Shit!

Then Tristan took his balls into his palm and squeezed them. Damon groaned and threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Tristan's mouth was working on him with wet precision, his fingers on his balls, creating a burning insidious pleasure. He gritted his teeth, and surrendered to the impending explosion. He just couldn't hold it.

"Tris...gonna..." His voice was hoarse as his body convulsed and his thrusts grew increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost his rhythm. Tristan sealed his lips tighter around him sucking with purpose, and Damon surrendered to a mind-blowing orgasm and shot...into the air, coming so hard he saw dark spots.

He opened his eyes and watched his fluids splatter across Tristan's partially opened lips. Oh fuck, that was hotter than having him swallow it. To see the evidence of his release on Tristan's face and lips was so hot. But it still hurt. And his gasp was due to the sharp pain that slashed inside his heart and not the pleasure that had been given him. Tristan not swallowing was more painful than Damon cared to admit. 

Tristan saw the hurt that crossed Damon's features and was surprised at the answering hurt in his own heart, instead of the triumph he was supposed to feel at that particular victory. 

Getting to his feet and taking a tissue from the holder, Tristan nonchalantly wiped the cum off his lips and cheek, ignoring a trembling Damon who was slammed over the vanity.

"You're never going to get that again." Tristan swallowed past the emotion clogging his throat. His tortured voice was barely audible. "I wish you the very best in your marriage." 

Tristan's heart was heavy, his emotions jumbled together. He was filled with a wave of pain so intense, he nearly doubled over. But he stifled his warring emotions and headed for the door. 

"Oh and Damon, tell the other that I had to go. I'm sure you can come up with a...good reason." And with that, Tristan turned on his heels, unlocked the door and walked out.

Damon couldn't think, couldn't breathe. The searing pain that gripped his chest made him want to scream in misery. God help him, he needed Tristan. But for his sake, he had to stay away. Shit! 

***

Tristan sat in the lounge at the airport waiting for his flight to be called. He had left home earlier than necessary because his parents had invited Damon over for Dinner. His mum claimed she wanted to discuss some ideas she had for the hotels with him. What was she going to talk about anyway? Scented sheets? He didn't want to see Damon so he had left. Now here he was, waiting with a couple who obviously didn't want to be parted. They kept making out like there was no tomorrow and Tristan couldn't keep his eyes off them. They were acting like they couldn't stand to be parted. Jeez it wasn't like they were never going to see each other again, Tristan mused. It was a mere trip. But then love could do that to people right?

He felt a pang when he thought of Damon. How he wished he could have what the couple had with Damon. But he couldn't. He was about to get married. He envied Maya so much though he didn't know her. It didn't matter...she had Damon. Tristan's misery knew no bounds. How the fuck was he going to survive this? He always felt a sharp pain in his chest whenever he thought of Damon and Maya together. Adriana claimed he now acted like a zombie. There was no 'life' in him. He had to start living again somehow. But he felt he could only live if he had Damon in his life. 

"Hey are you ok?"

Tristan looked up to see the couple who had been making out, looking intently at him. The lady had asked the question.

"Sure. Why do you ask?" He smiled wondering why they would bother with him in the first place. They had been too engrossed in each other to notice someone else.

"You..." The lady made gestures on her face that signaled there were tears on Tristan's.

He quickly reached up and felt the wetness on his cheeks.

"Ow shit!" He wiped at his cheeks furiously and blushed. "Don't mind me. Go ahead." He told the couple who looked at him with concerned faces. 

"Woman trouble?" The guy asked.

"Yeah you could say that." Tristan muttered.

"Life is short you know. Make up with her and forget about everything else." The lady chipped in, smiling so sweetly but sadly at Tristan.

"Thanks." He told them, just as they were called to board. He stood and walked towards the boarding gate.

Make up? Ha! How about Maya? Well how about her? He fucking didn't owe her anything right? Tristan stopped walking and stood still, lost in thought. He had the sick fear in his gut, the horrible insecurity that told him he didn't have any reason to live if he lost the man he loved more than anything. Damon had made it clear he didn't mind having Tristan in his life too. He wanted Damon. And by God, he was going to be with Damon. He was going to have him any way he could and damn the consequence. Though there was still a little voice in his head cautioning him to guard himself from getting hurt, he ignored it. What had the lady said? Life was short right?

Tristan looked around him and realized he was almost to the gate. His luggage had already been taken on board but he didn't care. He was going to Damon and damn the trip.

"Thanks guys. I'm going back to make up." He paused long enough to tell the couple who were saying their final goodbyes, and rushed out of the airport to loud cheering by the couple. 

Tristan called the contractor who was to meet him in Paris to tell him there had been a change in plans. He told him to schedule a conference call for all the stakeholders the following day and expect him in Paris at a later date. Then he hailed a taxi and was on his way back home, where he knew Damon was. He couldn't keep the excited grin off his face. Damn he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off Damon. He knew he was going to have to make a conscious effort not to give their relationship away to his family.

Tristan was almost home when he heard the breaking news on radio. 

'STAR-BO144 Crashes Immediately After Take Off.' 

He froze! According to the news, airport workers were trying to rescue people from the wreckage. The newscaster went on to say that the front part of the plane had suffered the main crush. It was therefore feared that most people flying first class and the pilots were probably dead. Tristan was meant to fly first class. He started shaking. All the blood drained out of his skin...he turned as white as a sheet. He had almost died but for his decision to go be with Damon. God!

***

"Then she decided to turn the water hoes on the poor old man." Stephanie Thomas finished her story to howls of laughter from the people at the table.

Adriana, who was bent over in stiches managed to point an accusing finger at her mum.

"Mum it was your fault. You always told me to be helpful to people remember? I was probably only trying to help the..." She broke off into more laughter.

"Well at least you know you're marrying a very helpful lady Paul." Damon couldn't help teasing Paul, Adriana's fiancé. 

Stephanie Thomas had been giving them stories about a younger Adriana and how terrible she had been. They were all having fun. The food was great and in abundance. The only thing missing was Tristan. Though Damon knew it was better this way, he felt empty inside. He couldn't help but miss Tristan. If all had gone according to plan, he would have been on his way to Paris with Tristan after all. He had come to the Thomases' home early, hoping to catch Tristan before he left for the airport. He had been told on reaching that Tristan had already left. He didn't have to be a genius to know why he had left for the airport way before time.

"Your phone is ringing Darling." Stephanie prompted Caleb.

"It's Tracy." Tracy was their eldest daughter. "Hey little lady." Caleb greeted his daughter fondly. Then he listened for a while and went white. "Go turn on the TV Adriana." He said urgently.

The anxious way Caleb spoke told Damon something was terribly wrong.

"Oh God No no no no." Caleb kept chanting whilst rushing to the living room. Everyone stopped eating and followed him to see whatever was causing Caleb to lose it. "Come here Honey." He said to his wife who quickly rushed to her husband's side.

Adriana cried out and sat on the floor. On the huge TV screen was the scene of the crush. Stephanie started screaming.

"Was that the flight Tristan was on?" Damon bellowed. He felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, like he'd gulped down an entire pot of coffee. His hands were trembling and his heart was beating too fast. He actually felt a physical pain within his chest. 

"Yes Damon." Caleb said quietly with a tremor in his voice, moving quickly towards where his car keys hanged.

"Fuck!" Damon took his cell phone out of his pocket, ready to get some answers whiles moving urgently towards the door when the front door opened and a zombie looking Tristan entered. Everybody froze.

Someone finally screamed his name but Tristan couldn't summon the interest to look in the direction of the scream and see who. He was focused on getting to just one person. And that was Damon. He didn't pay attention to any other person in the room, he just walked.

As Tristan moved toward him Damon braced himself, opened his arms and caught him as he rushed into them, needing him. Relief flooded Damon as he pulled Tristan close and held him tight. Tristan buried his face in Damon's neck and wrapped both arms around his waist. Damon locked him in a firm embrace, one hand cradling the back of Tristan's head to press his face against his neck. Tristan's trembling intensified, but he didn't cry. Damon was glad because he didn't think he could handle that. But Tristan was trembling so much Damon was getting scared.




Fiery Heat Ch. 07



"It's okay, baby," he murmured.

Damon held Tristan tightly, running a hand over his back to soothe the muscles tight with anxiety. 

"Scared me shitless," He murmured into Tristan's hair. There was no doubt about it. He'd fallen for the sexy man in his arms. He'd fallen hard.

Tristan held him tighter, inhaling the delicious scent of his cologne. It felt good being held like this. Damon's strong arms wrapped around him, tucking him against his hammering heart. 

"Thought I'd lost you," Damon confessed. 

"Didn't think you'd mind." Tristan muttered still shaking real bad.

"I couldn't lose you." Damon's voice shook.

The emotion in that voice was Tristan's undoing. When the tears started flowing, Damon couldn't stand it. He scooped him up into his arms and heard a gasp of surprise from their audience, who had moved closer to them. He ignored them. Tristan wrapped his arms around Damon's neck and his legs around his waist. He sobbed against his shoulder, drenching his shirt in seconds. Damon stroked his back and rubbed his lips against his hair. 

"It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. Shh." 

"I d-don—don't mind sharing yo-you with her if you'll ha—have me." Tristan stuttered through his tears.

"Oh fuck!" Damon turned mush inside. He couldn't contain the ferocious swell of emotion that coursed through him. He buried his head in Tristan's hair and didn't bother fighting the emotions surging through him. He could feel the man in his arms shaking and held him tighter. 

With shaking fingers, Damon touched Tristan's cheek, trying to smooth away the wetness that only returned the instant it was wiped away. Tristan nuzzled into his touch with a soft, plaintive moan.

"I love you," Tristan whispered, his wet eyes full of passion. "I love you so much it hurts."

"What is going on?" Caleb asked, confused by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"I'm in love with your son Caleb. That's what's going on." Damon had eyes only for Tristan.

Everybody gasped. Including Tristan.

"To think you actually told my dad first." Tristan murmured into Damon's neck.

"Shut up." Damon chuckled, his nose pressed under Tristan's ear. 

"You're so warm." Tristan snuggled closer. 

Damon's arms tightened around him.

There was a minute of absolute silence during which several things happened at once. Caleb's jaw dropped open. Stephanie gasped and put a hand to her mouth. Paul flushed and looked at Adriana. A slow smile crossed Adriana's face as she looked at her brother and Damon. Then she reached out and gently rubbed Tristan's back, silently showing her support.

"You know you just outed us don't you?" Damon murmured into Tristan's ear.

"Are you worried?"

"Do I look worried?"

Tristan brought his head out of Damon's neck to look into his eyes, and couldn't stop his gasp. Damon's eyes glittered with so much love, Tristan caught his breath. 

"You look like you're waiting for me to kiss you." He whispered.

"I am waiting." Damon said huskily, rubbing his thumb over Tristan's bottom lip. He'd never needed to kiss Tristan more than he did right then. But he knew Tristan had to make the move. This had to be consciously Tristan's choice if this thing was to work between them.

Tristan didn't bother stopping the sob that welled up from his throat. He sank his fingers into Damon's hair. Then tipped his head forward and crushed their mouths together. Their first kiss...and it was fierce, possessive. The intensity of emotions and shattered control swept them both along, and they came together without any restraint at all, mouths wide and teeth clashing. Damon knew their audience were staring but didn't care. All that mattered was that Tristan was in his arms. He had one hand tangled in his hair, and the other was around his waist, supporting him.

"Damon Reid what the hell is the meaning of this?" Caleb bellowed, finding his voice after getting over the initial shock. He leveled a glare on Damon.

"Oh shut up Caleb. Let them be." Stephanie admonished, drawing her husband away from the two who were obviously crazy about each other.

"He's kissing my son in front of me Hon. He should show a little respect." Caleb murmured to his wife.

"Put a sock in it Darling. Besides, your son started it." She answered wiping the tears from her eyes. "Look at them. They're crazy in love with each other."

"You do know you spoil him don't you? He always gets his way." Caleb groaned.

"He's my baby Cal. If he wanted Damon and Damon didn't want him, I would have kidnapped Damon and tied him to his bed." She said with a chuckle.

'You wicked wicked woman." Caleb leaned down to press a kiss to his wife's temple. "Okay break it up you two. Come here son."

When Damon let go of Tristan's mouth, they were both a little breathless and Tristan was looking kind of dazed.

"I'm so hot for you right now," Damon growled into Tristan's ear, his voice husky with want. 

"Damon..." Tristan moaned unlocking his legs from around Damon's waist. He stumbled when he tried to move but strong hands gripped his shoulders to steady him. He laughed, slightly breathless, and gazed up at Damon.

"Are you okay?" 

"I think so." Damon held him till he was sure he could walk before letting him go.

When Tristan finally turned around, he came face to face with a beaming Adriana who hugged him so tightly all the air left his lungs. He hugged her right back. 

"You slut." She whispered into his ear.

"You're just jealous I got the hottest guy on the planet." Tristan laughed.

"I'm so glad you're okay. Come on go give mum a hug. I want to talk to your man here. Maybe he can tell me what he did to turn you into a zombie these past few days. I might even beat the shit out of him for doing whatever to my baby brother."

"Don't bother. I already did." Tristan said dryly.

"What?" Adriana stared at her brother incredulously. Tristan would never hurt a fly.

"Let's just say he'll never forget my mean right hook."

Brother and sister burst into fits of laughter. Whilst Tristan moved towards his parents, Adriana made her way to an amused Damon. Somehow, he knew what was coming. Tristan had told him how close he and Adriana were.

"So why did you do it?" She went straight for the jugular.

"Did what?" Damon managed to look innocent.

"Come on Damon. He looked like an empty shell this past week thanks to you."

"I just wanted to spare your brother the heartache that goes with this Adriana. I didn't know how your parents were going to take this. Especially your dad. I didn't want Tris to have to go through all that gay bashing bullshit." 

"You could have let him down a little easier. Why did you have to hurt him so bad? Whatever you did, or said, broke him." She looked up at him, those green eyes so much like Tristan's, piercing and stern.

"You know how Tristan is. Your brother is very stubborn. I figured I had to be brutal to get him to forget about me. He obviously didn't give a hoot." Damon gave a ragged sigh.

"He loves you. And he always fights for what he wants." Adriana said sounding proud. "You must have done something right too. Probably rocked his work." She grinned mischievously at Damon. "Actually I do remember someone walking very funny after spending the night in the house of one smoking hot business man." She finished, fixing Damon with a dry recognition.

"Oh my God!" Damon groaned. If he had been a timid man, he would have blushed under that intense gaze. "No he wasn't."

"Was too. I asked him about it. And he said he had a pain in his ankle. The lying slut."

Damon barked with laughter. "Well he did steal my heart. So you had better add thief to that list." Adriana laughed at that. "And I'm crazy about him." Damon added with so much emotion.

"Don't hurt him again Damon. He's had it very rough these past few days. His heart can't take another hit like that."

"Never again." Damon promised.

"You know I heard him crying in the middle of the night some nights ago. Only to enter his room and realize he was actually crying in his sleep?"

"Oh shit!" 

"Uh-huh. Don't give him hope if you know you can't give him what he needs. Hurt him like that again, and you'll pay. That's a promise." Her voice was deadly quiet.

He didn't doubt it. "Yes Ma'am." Damon said glancing down at Adriana with surprise and respect. "You have my word."

"Good." Adriana turned to look at Tristan who was in his father's embrace with Stephanie rubbing his back lovingly as they watched the news. It looked like Caleb didn't have any intention of letting go of his son. "You know if you want your man back, you probably have to go take him from them."

Damon laughed at that. "And you better go be with your man. He looks lonely." Then bending down to drop a kiss on Adriana's cheek, he went to get his man.

"Damon, I don't know whether to kiss you or hug you senseless." Stephanie gushed out. "My son is alive because he decided not to board that plane but to rather come back to you. Come here my dear." 

She stepped into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could, her cheek pressed to his chest. Caleb's expression was unreadable. Damon knew he had a lot of work to do in that area. The only obvious reason why Caleb was not shooting him between the eyes this very moment was because he was also overwhelmed with his son's near death experience. For the moment, however, Damon's main concern was Tristan, who looked shaky again. His eyes were glued to the TV.

"Hey" he said softly, pulling Tristan to him. Damon felt him trembling, almost vibrating when he drew him back into his arms. "You're okay Tris." Damon soothed.

"They died Damon. Listen to the news. Almost everyone in first class died. I was meant to be there." He was almost becoming hysterical. "What happened to her?"

"What happened to who baby?" Damon asked softly. Tristan didn't look too good.

"The nice lady. She told me to make up with you because life is short. What if she died too? Damon I'm here because of what she said." Tristan looked flushed, his mouth opened trying to draw in desperate breaths of air, his lungs heaving.

"Damon do something. I think he's going into shock." Stephanie cried, tears streaming down her face. "Caleb I think you should call Dr. Murray."

"I'm supposed to be dead right now." He said, with a sudden burst of calm.

"Tell me what you need Tris." Damon said softly, his strong arms sliding around Tristan's waist and rocking him gently. "Talk to me baby." He added in a whisper.

"You. Need you." Tristan whispered into his neck.

"Got me." Damon kissed his hair. 

"I want you to fuck me, Damon." Damon shivered at the raw need in Tristan's voice. "Make me forget. Please." He didn't make him ask twice.

"I need to use his room Stephanie. Can you show me to his room please?" Damon asked urgently, his arms going behind Tristan's knees to carry him. Tristan's arms wound tightly around his neck, his face buried in Damon's shoulder blades. He clung to him, shaking. 

Stephanie led the way up the stairs to Tristan's room. She opened the door to let them in.

"You are welcome to stay the night Damon. He needs you." She said softly.

"Thanks Stephanie." She left closing the door softly behind her. Damon turned the lock.

Immediately Tristan's feet touched the ground, they started tearing at each other's clothes, both getting gloriously naked. Damon's lips slanted over his in a kiss that was wild, wet and passionate, his tongue fucking Tristan's mouth deep and fast as he ground his hips against him. They both moaned as they slid and rubbed together, their cocks already slick with pre-cum. Tristan felt Damon's cock hard, hot and heavy against him and knew that was just what he needed.

"Fuck me, Damon." Tristan shivered. He could almost feel Damon moving in him already.

Big hands slid under Tristan's arse and lifted, planting his back hard against the wall. Tristan wrapped his legs around Damon's hips, arched into him and moaned.

"Shit! Lube," He gasped. "Where's your lube Tris?" Tristan smiled. Damon had nearly forgotten lube. At least Damon was as lust-crazed as he was.

"No lube, fuck me dry," Tristan grunted against his ear. "I want to feel everything, the burn, the pain." He nipped at Damon's neck.

"Hell no. I'm not going to hurt you. Point me to the lube Tristan." Damon's strained voice showed how thin his hold on control was. "Now!"

With a sigh, Tristan pointed to the bedside drawer and Damon walked, with Tristan's legs still around his hips, to the drawer and retrieved a tube of lube. He put Tristan back in his former position, against the wall and proceeded to pour some lube into both his hand and Tristan's. 

"Get me ready baby." Damon voice was so sexy Tristan melted.

He reached down and wrapped his palm around Damon's throbbing cock and gasped when he felt Damon's lubed fingers at his entrance. He groaned when two fingers entered him. It felt so fucking good. Tristan groaned and grunted and whimpered for the fuck and started to buck against the delicious assault. He fucked himself on those fingers until he thought he'd go insane, his body sweating, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he begged Damon to fuck him.

"Oh God, it's so good. You feel so good Damon." Tristan's breath caught, mouth falling open as his head fell back in ecstasy.

He stroked Damon roughly, slicking him with the lube from base to the pierced tip. Damon worked his fingers into Tristan's arse, stretching him till he thought he was ready for his cock.

But just when he was about to take out his fingers, Tristan froze, his green eyes dilated. He looked blissed out.

"Oh Christ Damon, please," he whimpered. "Don't stop yet. I'm gonna come."

"Come for me baby. Do it." Damon slid his fingers deeper, brushing against Tristan's prostate.

He lost it. Just fucking lost it, his dick spasming and come flying out between them. It was all Tristan could do not to scream, only the knowledge that his parents might hear him alone keeping him from crying out a litany of words. He whimpered as he came hard between them, almost sobbing, making the most gorgeous noise. Oh fuck, it felt amazing, so unbelievably good. 

Every time Tristan shot, Damon felt his hole spasm, could feel the contractions against his fingertips. He had never looked sexier than he looked at that very moment to Damon.

"Stunning." Damon murmured, enthralled by the look of total bliss on Tristan's face. "Now I'm gonna fuck you," Damon said, kissing Tristan hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth as the broad head of his pierced cock pushed against him, parting the slick opening. He surged heavily inside him, the thick length of his rigid cock tunneling deep inside his channel.

"Oh God, Tris." Gasping his name, Damon buried his face in his throat and ground his hips against Tristan, trying to get deeper, shoving and circling as he pushed in taking Tristan in a long thrust and then another, going deep. 

"Fuck." Tristan brought Damon's head up and rested his forehead on Damon's, trembling as he slid inside deeper and deeper. He felt every vein and every twitch as Damon dragged along his passage. He hadn't lost his erection even for a second after coming. His cock throbbed. The stretching was intense. Delicious. His channel clenched desperately around Damon. Damon made a rough sound of pleasure, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. The wide crest of his cock, massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside Tristan that only he had ever reached.

"Tris." His name tumbled from the lips hovering above his. Damon shuddered as he bottomed out, then he stilled, heavy breaths fanning across Tristan's face. The tight heat enclosing him was maddening. "You're so fucking tight."

Tristan groaned as the hot metal of Damon's barbell brushed against his button. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted in ecstasy. Fully seated in the clinging heat of Tristan's body, Damon stared into his unfocused green eyes. God, he was so fucking sexy he couldn't keep his eyes off him. With the glazed look of helpless pleasure, and lips slightly parted in total bliss Tristan looked like a wet dream. Damon's heart melted all over again.

"So hot, baby. You're so fucking sexy. Ready?" Damon asked breathing hard, low rumbles vibrating in his chest. He was hot for Tristan.

"Yeah, more than. Fuck me. Oh, God Damon. Fuck me hard." 

And Damon did just that. He placed a palm on the wall behind Tristan's head, pulled out till only the head of his cock remained inside Tristan, and thrust, plunged in hard. He fucked Tristan with fast deep strokes, and he could feel Tristan's arse clenching around him. Tristan slammed his lips on Damon's, his tongue devouring his mouth.

Damon kept a smooth, hard rhythm as he thrust in and out of him. Each stroke stretched and filled him. Tristan's head tossed and his body shuddered. He grunted and gasped for air as Damon set up a brutal rhythm, nailing his prostate with that metal at the head of his cock. He could feel the heat building inside his stomach, knotting his muscles. His channel clamped down on Damon's cock, milking it, demanding his release as he felt a harder, stronger orgasm building inside his own body. 

He threw his head back, banging into the wall. Damon's deep strokes had him crying out for ease. Nothing compared to the satisfaction Damon was giving. The intensity of the fucking was making both of them soar higher and higher. Their combined groans and sighs of pleasure filled the room. 

"I could have lost you," Damon groaned, his voice ragged, harsh. He buried his head in Tristan's neck as he continued to pound into him. "God help me, Tristan, I can't lose you." His voice cracked gruffly.

Tristan was overwhelmed by the intensity of emotion in Damon's voice. It drove him into a passion as natural and as deep as love itself. Tears filled his eyes and spilled over. Damon was moving faster, harder, his hips pistoning in and out. His mouth went to Tristan's neck and started sucking up a mark on his neck. It was a wild ride, and Damon knew it couldn't last long. They were both too far gone. He was groaning with hoarse pleasure with each thrust.

"Ah Tris, you are mine." Damon growled in Tristan's ear, thrusting deep.

"Yours." Tristan murmured in a lust-choked voice.

That one word from Tristan was Damon's undoing. With a groan he slammed his cock up inside Tristan and began to piston hard and fast, his tongue tracing the outer edge of Tristan's ear and then plunging inside. Tristan emitted a sputtering cry.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Tristan whined. He was making incoherent sounds that even he didn't understand. He made noises that were primal and desperate and full of need. Damon thought they were the loveliest sounds ever. He reveled in them.

Then Damon shifted his hold on Tristan, hoisting him up, moving first one arm and then the other until he was holding him under his thighs. Then he adjusted his angle. Tristan's breath hitched, mouth falling open as his head fell back. That barbell was biting directly onto his button, causing an intense pleasure, which was turning into a full roaring inferno, higher and higher with every thrust. His prick which was trapped between them was getting just enough friction, but not enough to come...fuck! He tightened around Damon, squeezing.

And just like that, Damon's whole body jerked hard, then shuddered as his orgasm hit without warning.

"Oh fuck, gonna come–" Damon barely got the words out before he was shooting his warm cum into Tristan even as he kept fucking him with long thrusts that left Tristan shaking and whimpering uncontrollably. Damon moaned as he shot, unable to think of anything other than the sweet feeling that washed over him. 

"Oh, shit!" Damon growled, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon.

Pure molten ecstasy radiated from inside where Damon spilled his heat and the back of Tristan's head met the wall with a thud as Damon pushed deeper onto his prostate, reached between them to grasp his cock and dipped his head to take one erect nipple between his teeth. It was too much. Tristan reached up and buried his fingers in Damon's hair, holding his head in place. 




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His eyes lost focus and drifted shut, his face slack. What little thread of control he had, snapped. He completely lost it. He was writhing, begging with his body, his orgasm building like white heat. His muscles began to jerk as Damon gave his cock a few swift firm strokes of his hand. He felt his cock swelled, knew he was going to shoot his load and couldn't do a damn thing about it; couldn't control the thick spurts of creamy semen that shot from his cock to land in gleaming streams between them; he couldn't control the intensity of feeling flooding him.

He screamed.

***

Below, Tristan's scream was clearly heard. His parents and Adriana were following the news on TV. Caleb stiffened and moved to get up, his glance going to the stairs but his wife held him down with a chuckle. 

"He'll be fine Honey. He's not a child," she informed him with a smile. "You may as well get used to it now."

Caleb turned to her with a frown. "He is my child," he muttered softening.

"Now who's being overprotective?" Stephanie teased. "He's in good hands. Relax."

Adriana couldn't help the smile the spread across her face. Her baby brother was such a slut. And she wouldn't have it any other way. Damon obviously rocked his world. Most importantly, he was alive. What else could she ask for? She moved to sit beside her dad and laid her head on his shoulder. Paul had already left, wanting to give the family some privacy.

"He's alive and happy Daddy. That's all that matters."

"That Paul had better treat you well pumpkin." He hugged her close.

Mother and daughter couldn't help the delightful laughter that bubbled out of them.

***

Upstairs, Damon eased Tristan into bed and gently eased out of him. After cleaning both of them up, he joined him in bed, turning him until they could hold each other. They didn't talk, just shared long kisses. The pleasure that had rushed over them in a tidal wave of sensation, had swept away any residual unease left in them. They were both satiated and warm in Tristan's bed. Damon couldn't seem to keep his hands off him.

"I never recorded us?" Damon said softly, breaking the silence.

"Why did you say you did?" Tristan asked after a long silence during which Damon thought he hadn't heard him. 

"I never said that. You chose to believe that. I said I had on record that you enjoyed it."

"Same shit. What other lies have you told me?"

Damon groaned and rolled to lie on his back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Damon?"

"Maya...is my cousin. She's Maya Reid."

"What the fuck Damon! Why did you feed me all that bullshit about marriage?"

"I didn't want to have any problems with your folks. Put yourself in my shoes for a second Tris. Your dad trusted me to mentor you. I'm sure the last thing he expected was for me to fuck his son. And do you have any idea the difficulties you're going to face being gay? I just wanted to spare you all that Tris."

"So you decided to steer my life in the direction you thought it should be?" Tristan exploded getting out of bed.

"I'm sorry baby. I just...I didn't want to create any problems for you. I wanted the best for you." Damon moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Bullshit! You were thinking about yourself. You placed your relationship with my dad above ours. Do I mean so little to you?" His eyes flashed, a dark mix of anger and hurt.

Damon took a shuddering breath and let it out slowly. "Tris if I remember correctly, you were also worried about what your father would think. You were not ready for this." 

Tristan started shaking his head before Damon stopped speaking. His fists were clenched at his sides. He was so angry at Damon he was shaking.

"I don't care what he thinks Damon. I only asked you whether you think he would accept me being gay. There's a difference you asshole." He thundered. "It would have been nice if you had fought for me no matter what my father or anyone for that matter thought. Do you have any idea what I've been through this past week?" He asked in a whisper.

"Adriana gave me a picture. I'm so sorry." Damon got off the bed and walked towards an angry Tristan whose eyes were bright with unshed tears.

"Goddamn right, you're sorry. Next time fucking tell me what's going on in that head of yours before you decide for me how my life should be." He raked his fingers through his hair, his voice now quiet but rough with fury.

"I'm so sorry Tris," Damon whispered. "God, so sorry."

Tristan looked around the room for a moment, obviously trying to rein in his emotions. He hated how easily the man pulled emotion from him. He turned to Damon and gave a quick nod. When tears welled up in his eyes and started to flow down his cheeks, Damon reached for him, pulling him close and holding on.

"I fucking hate you right now." Tristan whispered stepping back from Damon's embrace. He furiously wiped at his tears. He looked around, expression panicked. Maybe he should get out of the room until he could get some control, and Damon wouldn't have to see him cry again. Was it too much to ask to maintain at least a shred of dignity around Damon? He'd about taken it all away. Tristan contemplated going inside the adjoining bathroom to compose himself. After all, he was buck naked and wouldn't want to risk shocking his family by going outside his room. 

But just as he was about to move, Damon's voice stopped him. 

"Please forgive me." Damon's voice cracked. "It killed me inside seeing how hurt and angry you were. Knowing I was causing you pain. Give me a chance to make it up to you. To erase whatever damage I caused. I'm nothing without you baby. I ache all the time, I miss you."

The desperation in his voice took Tristan by surprise. He wanted to touch him, but felt rooted to the spot. He stared at Damon's gorgeous face, saw something swirling in those blue depths he hadn't dared hope for before today. Love!

"God, I would never have been able to forgive myself if anything had happened to you Tris. I'd planned on going on that trip with you. We would have used one of my private jets." Damon swallowed hard. "To think something happening to you could have been prevented..." 

Damon's voice was filled with so much anguish. Tristan couldn't stand it.

"Shhh..." He cut him off, covering Damon's mouth with two fingers. "Don't think about it. Come here." He drew a shaking Damon into his arms. To think they could have lost each other because of Damon's stupidity fucking pissed Tristan off! But he knew he had to let go. "Just for the record, I would have hunted you from the grave if I'd died in that crush." He murmured.

It took Damon a full five seconds to burst into laughter. He wiped at his own eyes as he laughed. Tristan couldn't help but admire the handsome man in front of him. Damon's yumminess never failed to make Tristan's breath catch and his pulse race. 

"God, you are sexier than any man has a right to be." Tristan gasped.

Damon's fingers clenched around the back of Tristan's neck, and he dropped his forehead to his.

"You're nuts you know that? I do love you, Tris." Damon bent and captured his lips in a sweet kiss, pulling his bottom lip between his own.

"I love you too. I love you too much to ever live without you again Damon." Tristan's eyes darkened with emotion. "You sure she's your cousin? 'Cause that scene looked..."

"Well...her mother did tell my uncle that she was his. I'm pretty sure he didn't ask for a DNA test but he..."

"Will you shut up Damon Reid?" Tristan couldn't control his laughter.

"She had a problem with her fiancé. Caught him cheating on her. She was devastated and decided to come cry on the shoulder of her fav cousin. She is a medical doctor. And she is in Brazil at the moment. And her wedding is in two months."

"To the dickhead?" Tristan asked.

"To the dickhead. After putting Maya to bed that night, I paid the prick a visit. Let's just say he's never going to fuck around again."

Tristan chuckled. "What did you do? Use him as a punching bag?"

"At least I don't hit like a girl." Damon couldn't help but tease.

"Oh no you didn't." Tristan made a fist and started growling.

"Don't you dare hit me Tristan Thomas. You almost broke my fucking jaw with that right hook." Damon laughed, burying his face in Tristan's hair. He had almost ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him. He'd been such a fucking idiot.

"I'm sorry I hit you." Tristan said quietly.

"I deserved it."

"I know right." Tristan chuckled.

"I won't let you go, Tristan. Not ever again." He held on tighter to him. "God help me, Tristan, I love you..."

"I know," Tristan whispered back.

"I hope you mean that. 'Cause I really do."

"Dude, you blurted out that you loved me to my father, in the presence of my mum, sister and her fiancé. If that wasn't a genuine confession, I don't know what else is. That was so fucked up and...and sweet. I loved you so much at that particular moment, it hurt." 

"There was no stopping it." Damon's voice lowered to the seductive timbre that always sent the blood straight to Tristan's cock. "I might as well have commanded the wind not to blow. Such had been the need to just put it out there. I think I have for a while now Tristan. I was just too blind to see it."

As far back as Damon could remember, he'd never uttered those words to anyone except his mother. He couldn't even recall the last time he'd said them to her. And they'd fallen out of his mouth and he didn't even have the throes of ecstasy as an excuse.

They slid back into bed and held each other. Damon knew he had to face Caleb in the morning. He wasn't looking forward to that encounter. Damn fathers! His had been just as overprotective. So Damon knew what to expect. Shit!

For now, he planned on enjoying the love of his life. Life was short. He made a mental note to look for the lady who got Tristan to have a change of heart...which had led to his not getting on that fucking plane. He owed her big. Hopefully she was okay. 

"Hey what are you thinking about? You have a faraway look in your eyes." Tristan looked worried.

"Need a favour Hon." Damon dropped a quick kiss on Tristan's swollen lips to reassure him that he was okay. "I need you to help me find that lady tomorrow. The one who spoke to you at the airport."

Damon felt Tristan stiffen. "Damon..."

"She's fine. Believe." Damon kissed the worry lines that had appeared on Tristan's forehead.

"Okay. We'll look for her tomorrow."

"Good. Now let's fuck our brains out." Damon husked drawing Tristan to lie over him.

And that's exactly what they did till the wee hours of the morning.



Fiery Heat Ch. 08



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

"Wake up sleepy head. What are you, Sleeping Beauty? Get up you slacker...it's almost noon!" 

Tristan heard Adriana's voice in his sleep and felt fingers gently stroking his hair. He pried his eyelids open to see his sister sitting at the edge of his bed with a tray. The aroma coming from the spread on the tray made his mouth water. He started to stretch, but remembering the night before, quickly turned mid-stretch to look on his side.

"Where's Damon?" he asked looking confused.

"He had to go. He said he has a number of meetings this morning. He didn't want to wake you up. Boy, were you dead to the world..." Adriana drawled.

"Oh..."

"He asked me to bring you this in bed. Your man is so bossy. Come on sit up!"

"Who's bossy now?" Tristan said with a chuckle. He started to sit up and stopped, remembering he was naked beneath the comforter.

He took a peek under the covers and gave a sigh of relief when he realized he was wearing boxers. He looked up with a sheepish smile when he heard Adriana laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked hitting her with a pillow.

"Now do you believe me when I say you were dead to the world? Obviously your boyfriend covered your junk before leaving but you didn't even feel it. I actually came in here this morning to check up on you guys and what do I find? A fully dressed Damon, sitting here watching you sleep. That was so sweet." Adriana actually looked surprised.

Tristan couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. Yeah his Damon was sweet like that. He wasn't the only one smitten. The feeling was mutual. They had gone at it till dawn, Damon taking him with skilled precision, imprinting onto Tristan's brain and body that he belonged to him. He ensured that Tristan was getting the most pleasure he could get. 

Finally at dawn, Damon had taken Tristan into the bathroom and milked his cock till he couldn't stand straight. He had managed once again to bring them to a shared ejaculation which had drained Tristan to the extent that after their shower, Damon had to carry him back to bed. He was fast asleep even before his head had touched the pillow. Damon had obviously pulled his boxers on at a point.

"He's something else Addie." Tristan said quietly.

"He loves you T.T. Who wouldn't? Now eat." She placed the tray across his thighs and sat back to watch her brother eat. There was fresh fruit, cereal, fresh whipped cream for the fruit, orange juice, latte, three egg Denver omelet, toast, blueberry pancakes and bacon with a single red rose.

"This is some spread Addie. Thanks." Tristan looked impressed and surprised.

"Oh I'm only the server. Your man did everything. Even cut one of Mum's roses for good measure. Go on try the juice." Adriana had a naughty twinkle in her eyes. 

"What's going on?" Tristan asked with a wary smile. He didn't trust the look on Adriana's face. "You know if you do anything to me Mum's gonna whoop your arse right?"

"She's welcome to try." Adriana said howling with laughter. "Try it T.T."

Tristan tentatively took a sip of the juice and gasped. "What the fuck did he put in this?"

"Champagne. Lovely isn't it? Your man should have been a chef. He's the best. You should have seen him in the kitchen. He had total control, knew what he was doing."

"I know." Tristan said around a mouthful of pancakes.

"Seen him in action before huh? To think he's actually a business tycoon. That's it...Paul is taking a cooking course and that's final." The determined look on Adriana's face had Tristan laughing so hard he begun to choke. 

"Hey drink something." Adriana quickly started rubbing Tristan on his back. 

Stephanie Thomas chose that moment to enter the room and quickly shooed Adriana out of the way and started tapping Tristan lightly on his back till he was able to breathe well. "Tristan Thomas, are you trying to kill me before my time?" She shouted. 

"I'm okay mum. Its Addie's fault. She made me laugh." 

"Hey..." Adriana started but mother and son were not even listening to her. Stephanie had Tristan in a tight embrace. 

"I love you." Stephanie gushed with so much emotion.

"Love you too mum." Tristan replied blowing Adriana a kiss over their mother's shoulder.

Adriana moved to sit beside Tristan on the bed and started eating some of the pancakes. "Told Damon it was too much. But he wouldn't listen. He's going to spoil you rotten."

"As if you lot haven't done that already." Caleb Thomas said from the doorway. How are you doing son?" He stepped closer to Tristan and ruffled his already dishevelled hair.

"I'm okay dad."

"Good. I'm off Honey." He bent to give Stephanie a quick kiss. "Have some meetings this afternoon. I hear you scheduled a conference call for this morning T.T." Caleb addressed Tristan.

"Oh God. I forgot about that." Tristan leaned over to look at the time on his bedside clock.

"Don't worry. I'll handle it with Damon." Caleb assured him.

"Dad...?" Tristan's voice was cautious. "About Damon..."

"What about him?" Caleb looked at his son.

"Are you...will you..."

"Do you love him son?" Caleb asked quietly.

He didn't hesitate. "Yes." He nodded and had to swallow before adding in a whisper. "With every cell in my body."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. All I want is for my children to be happy. If Damon makes you happy, then you have my blessing. Besides, I wouldn't want to lose my wife." He added with a chuckle.

Stephanie Thomas stood up and stepped into her husband's arms kissing him like there was no tomorrow, ignoring the 'ewww' by Adriana. "I love you so much Caleb Thomas."

"Love you too Hon." Caleb said with a grin. "Take good care of him pumpkin." He addressed Adriana and made to leave the room.

"Thanks dad." Tristan called after him.

Caleb stopped and turned to look at Tristan. "If he hurts you, I'm going to kill him. And that's exactly what I'm going to tell him."

"I already beat you to it dad." Adriana said with a chuckle. "I told him something along those lines last night."

"That's what I'm talking about pumpkin. Put it up there..." Caleb raised his palm and slapped it against Adriana's. And just like that, the Thomases burst into fits of laughter. Tristan loved his family so much at that moment his breath hitched in his throat.

"T.T.? Where's my lollipop? T.T.?" They heard the shouts before Tracy, Tristan's eldest sister burst into the room. After quickly hugging Caleb who was leaving the room, and giving her mum and Adriana quick hugs, she jumped onto the bed, removed the tray from across Tristan's thighs to the other side of the bed, and drew Tristan into her arms, rocking him as she would a hurt child. 

Adriana and Stephanie joined in for a group hug, giving Tristan all the loving he could handle. He got teary eyed, surprised he still had any tears left in him. He knew if Ashley, his other sister had been around that very moment, she would have been bawling her eyes out. They called her the family's 'cry baby'. It was a surprise she became such a kick-ass lawyer. She was on vacation in Rome with her husband.

Finally the hug ended and Tristan rubbed his nose against Tracy's like they usually do. 

"You know, it's about time you stopped calling me your lollipop. Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?" Tristan sounded amused.

"Nope. You will always be my lollipop T.T. Always. So what's this I'm hearing about you and Damon? How about all those girls T.T.? Did you change overnight?" Tracy fired the questions. 

Tristan chuckled. "More like seconds Trey. I don't know what hit me. One second I hated the guy with a passion, the next second I was irrevocably in love with him." 

"Wow! We still need for you to pass on the Thomas name. So you have to give us a baby T.T. So does Damon for that matter. It's very important T.T. Think about it." Tracy looked very serious.

Tristan made an amused sound and looked at Tracy, his green eyes sparkling. "Hey it's not like I'm getting hitched like Addie here. Why so serious?" Tristan murmured.

"Well I just want you to have that at the back of your mind that's all." Tracy retorted.

"It can be arranged Trey. Don't worry about it." Tristan dropped a kiss on his sister's nose. 

"Good. And just for the record, and I will deny I ever said this if you tell Darryl, I think your man is the yummiest guy on the planet."

"I know right. Yayy!" Tristan shouted making his sisters and mum dissolve into laughter.

"Now tell me about everything. The first kiss, how big he..."

"Okay I'm out of here." Stephanie said turning to go, trying not to laugh. "You kids have a lot of catching up to do. Don't tell them anything you're not comfortable sharing honey." She said to Tristan who was laughing so hard. He'd always been comfortable around his sisters and didn't mind telling them anything they wanted to hear.

His phone vibrated on his bed-side table and he picked it up to see he had a message from Damon, and just like that, his heart missed a beat. 

"Excuse me ladies." He said to his sisters who were busily laughing at something Adriana had said. He opened and read his message.

Damon: You up?

Tristan: Yes. Was just about to spill abt our sex life to my sisters. They want to know whether you're all that.

Damon: Lol! So tell me...am I all that?

Tristan: Need you ask? Thanks for breakfast. It was perfect.

Damon: Pleasure was mine. Too bad I couldn't wait to serve it myself. 

Tristan: I loved it. And I love u.

Damon: Love u more baby. Can I call? Want to hear your voice before I go into the next meeting.

Tristan: Please.

Damon video-called him. Tristan jumped off the bed, ignoring the protests from his sisters and went into the adjoining bathroom to talk to Damon. 

Tristan: Hey

Damon: I've missed you. 

Tristan's eyes closed as he absorbed that sexy voice. Damon's warm and deep voice never ceased to turn him on. And he thought Damon looked as sexy as fuck in his suit. He nearly melted into a puddle right there. 

Tristan: Same here. You're looking good as always.

Damon laughed.

Damon: And you look sexy as hell. Did you sleep well?

Tristan: Yep. Till Adriana woke me up.

Damon: Oh no. I told her not to wake you up. She was supposed to serve you when you woke up.

Tristan: And you actually expected her to wait till I woke up? Not possible. Where are you?

Damon: Sitting in the car. Getting ready to go meet with your dad.

Tristan: Oh. He left here not too long ago.

Damon: I just saw his car drive in. [voice lowers] Are you okay Tris? I wasn't too rough last night I hope.

Tristan blushed, remembering how he had begged Damon to fuck him the night before.

Tristan: I'm okay.

Damon: Good. [voice gets husky, grows intimate] I can still feel you Tris. Still taste you. I've been hard since I left, through two meetings and one teleconference. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again.

Damon's deep voice was smoking hot. The effect that voice and words had on Tristan was powerful and immediate. Tristan was hard as rock. He felt light headed with arousal. It looked like the blood that was leaving his brain was headed south rapidly and he really wanted not to be having this conversation. Not with his nosy sisters waiting in his room.

Tristan: [breathing fast] Shit Damon, my sisters are in the next room. 

Damon: So? They can't hear me from in there can they?

Tristan: [sighs] No but I'm hard, thanks to you. And I have to go back in there.

Damon: [chuckles] Take a shower before you go back in. I'll be there in the next hour to pick you up. Is that okay?

Tristan: Yep.

Damon: I postponed the conference call to tomorrow so we can all be part. I'm only going to have a quick...meeting with Caleb, then I'll be on my way okay? 

Tristan: Okay. I love you.

Damon: Love you right back baby. See you soon.

Tristan: Okay. Bye.

Damon: Tris?

Tristan: Uh-huh?

Damon: You still hard?

Tristan: What do you think? Any harder, and I'll need surgery.

Damon: (chuckles) Show me.

Tristan smirked and pulled down his boxer briefs, palming his hard cock for Damon to see. He smiled when he heard Damon's sharp intake of breath.

Damon: Fuck! This was a bad idea. Now I have to sit in here for a while to cool off before I can get out. Go take a cold shower.

Tristan threw his head back and howled with laughter.

Tristan: Serves you right. I don't have any choice but to take that shower. 'Cause I defiantly can't go in there like this.

Damon: Good. I don't want to hang up.

Tristan: (softly) Me neither. 

Damon: (sighs) So on the count of three...

Tristan: Okay...One

Damon: Two

Tristan: Three...

They were both still looking at each other, neither attempting to hang up. They both laughed.

Damon: Baby go take a shower. Don't hang up. I want to watch.

Tristan: (laughing) Perv.

Tristan hanged up on a laughing Damon. Damon took a deep shuddering breath. To think he was actually going to talk to Caleb Thomas about his son with a hard-on brought on by same son. He stayed inside the car for a while, willing his hard-on to disappear. 

***

When Damon entered Caleb Thomas' office, he almost stepped right back out. The man looked so serious and stern behind his desk. Damon had spoken to Caleb on phone that morning. And Caleb had sounded like his usual self. But this look...

"Have you spoken to the crew already?" Caleb asked. 

"Yes. It's on at 1 p.m. tomorrow." Damon replied taking a seat.

"Good. How long has this...thing with my son been going on Damon?" He went straight to the point.

"About three weeks now." Damon stared back at Caleb.

"That's about the time I asked you to... Did you sleep with him to get him to have a change of heart about the Albatros project?" Caleb asked sounding incredulous.

"God, no!" Damon looked appalled, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Listen Caleb..."

"No you listen," Caleb cut him off, his voice, hard. "I trusted you with my son. I trusted you to direct him and to help him see his worth... And I still do." Caleb added the last part quietly. 

Damon's heart pounded. What was Caleb saying? "Are you saying..."

"I'm saying you have my blessing Damon. I'm not a fool. I know true love when I see it. But I swear to God if you ever hurt my boy..."

"I know. You'll kill me." Damon sighed.

"Yes." Caleb gave Damon a dazzling smile. For a moment Damon thought he looked like a villain in a drug movie. He knew Caleb was dead serious. 

"Yes Sir." He said quietly.

"I'm glad we understand each other." Caleb stood and extended his hand to Damon as though they had just concluded a business deal. Damon was sure no one would believe the nice man extending his hand to him had just threatened his life.

"Thank you Caleb." Damon said with a chuckle, and shook Caleb's hand.

Caleb laughed softly and looked intently into Damon's eyes. "Wait till you have kids of your own son. You plan to don't you?"

"Sure." Damon answered, bemused. He needed to discuss that with Tristan.

"Hmmm. The mere thought of someone hurting them makes you see red. See you tomorrow Damon."

"What if your kid hurts someone Caleb? What then?" Damon asked quietly.

"Depending on who they are, and how much you like them, you whoop your kid's arse. And just for the record, for you, I'd do more than whoop my kid's arse." Caleb let a slow smile cross his face as he looked at Damon.

"Lucky me." Damon chuckled, touched by the sincerity radiating from Caleb's eyes. "Don't worry Caleb. I love that brat too much to do anything to hurt him." Damon turned to leave.

At the door he turned to look at Caleb and was surprised to see the older man still on his feet with a happy grin on his face. "Thanks Caleb."

Caleb Thomas winked. 

***

Damon entered the foyer of the Thomas mansion to the sound of loud laughter. Whatever had Tristan and his sisters in stitches must have been hilarious because they didn't even notice Damon's presence till he loudly cleared his throat. 

"Damon!" Tracy shrieked. "You look even hotter."

"Cut it out Tracy. We met just two weeks ago, remember?" He said drawing Tracy into his arms for a hug. They had been childhood friends and had even gone to the same high school. Damon was actually closest to Tracy than any other Thomas...till Tristan happened.

"Well that was before you started fucking my little brother. And with a monster dick too." Tracy murmured for Damon's ears only.

"He told you that?" Damon looked surprised. He definitely hadn't taken Tristan seriously when he said he was discussing their sex life with his sisters earlier in the day.

"I drilled it out of him. I'm his eldest sister you know. I can always beat the shit out of him if he doesn't do as I say." Tracy looked smug.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. And I should probably box your ears for breaking his heart. But I hear not only did he give you a good one, it also sorta saved his life. So you're off the hook. But never again Damon." 

"You know, you really look like Miss Smith back in third grade." Damon stated looking all serious.

Tracy looked confused for a bit and then burst into laughter. Damon joined in the laughter, earning himself a smack on the arm. Tracy shook her head.

"You are all kinds of wrong Damon Reid."

"Trey don't abuse my man." Tristan hadn't missed Tracy smacking Damon from his perch on the arm of the couch. The only reason why he hadn't thrown himself into Damon's arms like he was itching to do was because he wanted to allow them to talk. But he was actually finding it very difficult staying where he was instead of going to kiss his man senseless. The mere sight of Damon did things to Tristan's insides he couldn't even begin to explain. Damon was looking so hot in one of his sexy-as-hell suits, Tristan knew he would give anything to fuck him with him still fully dressed as he was. He was sexy to the extreme.

"Chill out T.T. Just chill out!" Tracy turned her attention back to Damon. "Damon I'm serious."

"I know. Look, your baby brother has me wrapped around his little finger. You guys should rather be worried for me and not him. Between last night and today, I've received all kinds of promises and threats from the Thomas clan. Maybe I should call my mum to come dish out a few promises of her own. Tracy, I love your brother to bits and I plan on cherishing him for the rest of my life if he will allow me." Damon swallowed past the lump in his throat. "In case you haven't noticed, whether you want to believe it or not, I'm totally into your brother. I just want to make him happy." 

Tracy's half-smile began to tremble, and then she broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. It was infectious, and Damon couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" He wanted to know what had Tracy in stitches.

"Oh we all know just how far into him you are Damon." Tracy drawled, howling with laughter.

"Tracy you are crazy." Damon couldn't help but laugh, too. "Maybe I should add...no pun intended."

"Ow Damon, I've never seen my brother happier." Tracy said, holding her sides after wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I just never thought you could ever be brought to your knees like this. The mighty Damon Reid. And by none other than my brat of a brother." Tracy chuckled. 

But before Damon could answer, Tristan was there, his arms twinning around Damon's neck, burying his fingers in his hair and tugging Damon into a kiss. Not a sweet, in-front-of-company peck ... a kiss. Damon's arms wrapped around Tristan's waist while his other hand came up to cup the back of head to pull him closer still.

Tristan's tongue swept into his mouth, plunging deep. Pleasure exploded throughout Damon's body as he eagerly fought for control, joining in the erotic duel of lips, teeth and tongues as he was forced to acknowledge Tristan's need. His hunger. It raged and raced through his system, slamming into his mind, stealing his will and leaving him weak and shaking in Tristan's embrace.




Fiery Heat Ch. 08



Damon knew he had to stop because they had an audience but he couldn't think straight. Not whilst Tristan's lips covered his, his nails biting into his scalp and sanity slipped further and further away. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving Damon mad with the need to feel Tristan's naked flesh against his.

"Oh. My. God." Tracy's shout penetrated Damon's consciousness. 

"Get a room guys." Adriana said with a chuckle.

Damon broke off the kiss and leaned his forehead against Tristan's, breathing hard. Tristan's eyes struggled to open as a whimper of protest escaped him. His face was flushed and he was heavily aroused.

"That was so hot!" Tracy exclaimed.

"Told ya." Adriana grinned watching the two who were trying very hard to calm down. "You should have seen mum and dad's faces last night. Especially dad's."

"If just a kiss can be this..." Tracy started.

"Ladies, we're still here you know." Damon said with a groan. "A little privacy please." He wasn't about to adjust himself in front of these perverts. God knows he was as hard as nails.

"Like I said earlier, get a room." Adriana retorted, with a naughty grin on her face, her arms crossed under her breasts.

"Come on Addie." Tracy took hold of Adriana's hand and pulled her after her. "Let's go plan your wedding and leave these two love birds alone. See you later guys." She threw over her shoulder to the two who were still holding on to each other.

"Shit!" Damon swore, reaching down to adjust himself, his eyes smoldering. "See what you do to me Tris?" 

"Damon...?" Tristan whispered. "Need you so fucking much. I want..." He looked up at Damon and lost his train of thought when he saw the longing and heated arousal in his eyes. That look sent a sweet jolt of desire straight to Tristan's straining cock.

"What do you want baby?" Damon rasped in a husky whisper causing Tristan's belly to quiver with need.

"I want a fuck with you fully dressed like you are now." Tristan whispered against his lips. "I've wanted that since that day in the restroom. Can we..."

"Tristan, you must be sore. Maybe another time. Not today." Damon said huskily, though he was so hard and would have loved nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside Tristan that very moment.

"Are we back to deciding what is best for me Damon?" Tristan pulled away, his eyes flashing with mild irritation.

Damon froze. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Tristan quickly said going up on his toes to drop a kiss on Damon's lips. 

Damon sighed, then ran a hand over his close-cut hair in frustration. "Are you ever going to forgive me Tris?" He asked with a heavy heart. Tristan was obviously still holding a grudge.

"I have already forgiven you Damon." Tristan's expression sobered. "I said I was sorry."

"Come on." Damon took his hand and led him out of the house to his car, a sleek metallic black chauffeur driven Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman. 

"How many cars do you own Damon?" Tristan stopped to stare at the car. It was beautiful.

Damon didn't answer him, but rather turned to the driver who was holding the back door open for them. Tristan remembered seeing him in Damon's house the night he had slept over.

"Take us back to the office Mark." Damon told a smiling Mark.

"Okay Damon. Hi Tristan." Mark turned to look at Tristan.

"Hey Mark." Tristan greeted back, getting into the car. Damon went around and got in through the other side.

He was quiet throughout the drive, his expression, unreadable. Tristan watched him rub a hand over his face tiredly and his heart went out to him. Damon was obviously tired because apart from the fact that he hadn't had any sleep the night before, he had to go to the office early. And now thanks to him, Damon was obviously upset. Tristan kept cursing his big mouth for passing that comment.

"Damon..." Tristan started but for once, didn't know what to say.

Damon turned to look at Tristan and his heart melted at the little-boy-lost expression on Tristan's face. He sighed and took his hand in his large ones.

"It's okay Tris. You're human. I can't expect you to forget what happened, how deeply l hurt you, how that felt and forgive me overnight. I understand." Damon said quietly. 

But the ache in his chest intensified. Were they ever going to get past what happened? He did hurt Tristan with his actions. He just didn't know what to do to get them back to where they were before he had acted so stupidly.

When they got to Damon's plush office building, they walked swiftly to his private elevator and got on after Damon had punched in a code. Damon's face gave nothing away, his guard up and impenetrable. His phone rang just as the elevator started moving and he started talking to someone about some shipments. Tristan took the opportunity to ogle him without making his infatuation blatantly obvious. Damon was looking so suave and dashing and hot he wanted to jump him right there in the elevator. He remembered the last time they had ridden on an elevator together and what had happened.

The memories flooded Tristan's mind with so much erotic sensations that he gasped. Damon looked up into his eyes and just knew. Tristan's eyes were dilated, filled with so much lust Damon felt an answering pull, felt the surging lust, the need, thundering through his blood, through his very being. When he saw Tristan's tongue come out to lick his lips, he just had to taste those lips.

"Hold on Tim." He said to whoever he was talking to and closed the distance between him and Tristan, then he tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over his. 

Tristan moaned as Damon dipped his tongue inside, tasting him in long leisurely licks. He melted at the feel of Damon's tongue stroking slow and sweet over his. He pulled on Damon's head, directing his mouth over his. Damon growled, deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue with lush slides of his own. Damon's mouth moved to Tristan's neck, his tongue trailing down his neck to suck at the hollow at the base of his throat. Moaning sexily and shivering with need, Tristan arched his neck, offering it up to Damon's lips. 

The elevator car slowed to a stop on the twentieth floor and the doors opened. The ping of the elevator opening interrupted them and both groaned in frustration. 

"Christ, you drive me crazy." Damon breathed huskily into Tristan's ear, shoving his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. "What's with you and elevators anyway?" 

"I could ask you same." Tristan retorted in a voice he could hardly tell was his own.

Damon chuckled. "Come on." He stepped back and started talking to whoever had been put on hold.

When they exited the car, Tristan spotted Lisa, Damon's executive assistant at her desk. He remembered the last time he was in this particular office and how he had to rush out barely keeping his tears at bay. He hoped he didn't look too flustered. Damon could kiss! Damn.

Lisa's dark hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and a wide smile graced her full glossy red lips when she looked up and saw Tristan. He looked even hotter than she remembered. With those swollen kissable lips and sexy outfit, Lisa thought Tristan simply looked fuckable. 

"Hey," she greeted Tristan, ignoring Damon who was still on his phone. She looked chic in black slacks and a pale blue silk shirt. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as she came out from around her desk towards them. "How are you doing Tristan?"

"I'm good Lisa. How about you?" Tristan asked.

"Not too happy with you. You actually came into this building for a meeting last week and couldn't even stop by to say hi." She pouted prettily. 

"I'm so sorry. How about I make it up to you one of these days huh? Lunch?" Tristan gave her a dazzling smile. Lisa didn't stand a chance.

"Oh I'd love that. Just let me know when."

"Will do that." Tristan grinned. 

"Why is he back here by the way? He did say he was taking the rest of the day off." 

Lisa turned to look in the direction of Damon's office with a thoughtful look on her face. Her eyebrows shot up in a silent question when the entire glass panel that made up Damon's office frosted up. Lisa turned to look at Tristan who only gave a noncommittal shrug, trying not to laugh. He didn't really know what Damon was up to but could hazard a good guess.

Damon stepped out of his office. He had obviously finished his call. 

"You off to lunch?" He addressed Lisa.

"Yes Damon. May I ask what you're doing back here?" She stared at her boss.

"No you may not. And when you get back, please don't disturb us." Maintaining a serious look, Damon crooked a finger at Tristan motioning him over to him.

"I'll get in touch Lisa. Enjoy your lunch." With that Tristan left a stunned Lisa staring after him as he made his way to Damon's office.

Damon was behind his desk looking like the powerful business tycoon that he was. After Tristan closed the door he saw Damon press a button on his desk and a click could be heard, signalling that they had been locked in. The lightening in the office dimmed a notch and low jazz music filled the office. Tristan looked round nervously. Damon's office was huge. He had obviously been too troubled the last time he was in the office to notice. The current ambiance screamed sex. Tristan got hard so fast it hurt. Damon came around the desk and sat on the edge, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest. He was staring at Tristan with a smoldering look in his eyes.

"Strip." Just one word. But the command behind it was unmistakable. 

"Damon..." Tristan groaned in protest. That didn't however stop his engorged cock from leaking like a faucet.

But Damon merely shook his head at him, looking all serious. Tristan wanted him in his formal get-up. Well he was going to throw in the setting that went with the get-up as well. And what better place to fuck him in his suit than his office? 

"Go on. I don't have all day." Damon said sternly. 

"Damon, not like this please. You're angry." Tristan said quietly.

Damon looked at Tristan with those intensely blue eyes, his piercing gaze so intense that Tristan almost looked away. Then with his eyes still locked on Tristan's face, Damon reached for the fly of his slacks, and without unbuckling his belt, slowly eased down the zipper. He deftly reached inside the opening and brought out his huge pulsing cock. He was so hard, like stone, and so damn hot.

With his feet planted wide, Damon caressed his beautiful cock with long, slow strokes.

"Oh my God," Tristan breathed, swallowing deeply – his throat feeling dry as he tingled like mad.

"Do I look angry to you?" Damon asked stroking the wide head of his cock, teasingly playing with the barbell in his piercing.

"Damon..." Tristan's knees almost gave out under him. He had never seen anything so blatantly erotic. With heavy-lidded gaze, like he wanted to eat Damon alive, Tristan watched Damon stroke himself. He licked his lips which had suddenly gone dry, drawing a groan from Damon. If only those lips were his dick...

"See something you like?" Damon husked.

With trembling limbs, Tristan stripped.

After stripping, Tristan dropped his clothes on the arm of the chair closest to him, and stood up straight, his stiff cock angling up toward his navel in salute. He looked edible. Damon's mouth damn near watered with the anticipation of tasting Tristan's sexy aroused body. His pulse shot off the scale and his breath quickened.

"Last chance to back out Tris." He husked, his sultry gaze roaming over Tristan's body. "Don't think I can be gentle right now."

"I want your cock inside me Damon. Fucking me deep and fast." He said softly, trembling with need as longing seared his veins. "I need this." He finished in a whisper. 

His words shot fire through Damon. "Holy God, Tristan," he rasped. "You're killing me, talking like that. Don't say I didn't warn you. You'll be lucky if you can walk straight in the morning."

"Bring it on." Tristan challenged. He knew he was going to be fucked senseless and he wanted that with everything in his soul. He gritted his teeth, restraining himself from begging for it.

Damon held Tristan's gaze, amazed at the heat, hunger and determination blazing in those green eyes. With an answering fire in his eyes, he moved towards Tristan till his body was flush against his. He held the sides of his head and lowered his lips to kiss him hard, loving the feel of his hard leaking cock rubbing against Tristan's naked flesh. Tristan kissed him back, hard and eager, both battling for supremacy. Their tongues tangled together, both moaning deep in their throats. Damon's hands were tight in Tristan's hair, holding him to him, both moaning their need. 

Damon began to walk Tristan backwards, without breaking the kiss, till the back of his legs hit the couch. Then he turned him and pushed him onto his knees on the couch, with his tummy on the arm and his bare creamy arse in the air. Damon knelt behind him and then palmed each cheek, separating them to give himself greater access to Tristan's sweet hole. He pushed in, his face buried between the twin globes of smooth flesh, and flicked Tristan's puckered entrance, with the tip of his tongue.

Tristan gasped loudly and grasped desperately at the cushion beneath him when he felt the wet swirl of Damon's tongue on his hole. He moaned in pleasure and his stomach tightened as Damon rimmed his twitching rosette. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting back against Damon's mouth, pleading for more.

"Oh Christ Damon." Tristan gasped, his whole body twitching hard.

Damon teased his hole for a while before his tongue sank into it. Tristan arched violently, a cry leaving his lips as Damon tormented the tender flesh. He could imagine a sexy Damon in suit on his knees giving him a rim job and almost came there and then. That tongue action was so divine it drew uncontrollable cries and whimpers of pleasure from Tristan. The sexy sounds that filled the room drove Damon wild.

When Damon's tongue left that puckered hole, Tristan groaned in protest. Damon picked him up and placed his back on one arm of the couch, holding each of Tristan's legs in each of his palms. Tristan felt so vulnerable in this position, especially with a fully dressed Damon devouring him with his gaze as if he was his next meal.

"Damon..." But whatever he had been about to say died in his throat when Damon went back down on his knees in one fluid movement and swallowed him down whole. "Oh... fuck!"

Damon deep-throated him, his tongue flickering over the sensitive hole at the tip of his cock. The man sucked dick like nobody's business, and Tristan quickly found himself losing control. Not that he had much left as it was, but the tongue swirling around his shaft and over his balls, then the firm suction on the head stole the last of his reason. 

Damon reached up and slipped two fingers between Tristan's parted lips. Tristan sucked on those fingers, getting them wet. Damon gently worked the two wet finger into Tristan's puckered hole, stretching, brushing against his prostate and messaging it thoroughly. Tristan shook violently, his body writhed, fighting the bombardment of sensation. What Damon was doing felt too fucking amazing for words.

"Ah, God," he mewled, trying not to be loud but losing it anyway, needing more. He tossed his head in frustration, his eyes tightly shut. His fingers pushed into Damon's hair, his palm cupping the back of his neck, holding him where he wanted him. 

Damon release Tristan's cock with an erotic slurp and it slapped against his stomach. Tristan cried out in protest even as he heard the distant click of a bottle lid. Then he felt it. The metal at the tip of Damon's wet cock on his hole. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight that met him. He had never seen a more beautiful, sensual picture. Damon in his expensive three piece Armani suit, with only his huge well lubricated cock jutting out of his zipper...even his belt remained buckled, with so much lust on his face...it was a sight he would never forget. Tristan came hard! 

"Oh shit..." Sensations slammed into him as he came, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts that reached as far up as his face, spasms wracking his body. He moaned helplessly as he felt his orgasm rushing through him. He released such a gushing torrent that made it hard to believe he'd come so many times the night before till the wee hours of the morning.

Damon leaned down and kissed Tristan possessively, licking the cum off his face. "Fuck, that was hot, Tris."

Damon waited until Tristan's body stilled before pushing gently into him. It took all of his willpower not to slam into Tristan as he wanted to do. Tristan was simply mouth-wateringly sexy. They both panted as the broad head of his cock slid heavily through Tristan's rosebud. Damon pushed against him, parting the slick opening. 

"Tris." With a groan, Damon leaned down and buried his face in Tristan's throat. He just couldn't be gentle. With a whispered plea he surged inside Tristan, shoving his entire thick length into him in one hard shove. Tristan screamed. There was pain, but it also felt so fucking good. Tristan was so tight it was all Damon could do not to shoot his load. His balls started crawling up and he clamped down on his motions. Not yet! Shit.

"Don't fucking move!" Damon commanded through clenched teeth, shuddering in Tristan's embrace.

"I can't not fucking move you idiot." Tristan whimpered brokenly.

"Please Tris." Damon whispered, then covered his lips with a searing kiss with the hope of getting his mind off the cock lodged inside him. When Tristan parted his lips and lifted a tentative hand to the back of the Damon's head, he deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue against Tristan's, sucking on it, and stroking it again until he moaned into his mouth. His tongue fucked Tristan's mouth even as his cock remained unmoving inside him.

After a while, when he felt he had enough control, Damon moved off Tristan and pushed his legs to his chest, almost bending him in half. 

"Hang on, baby. This isn't going to be tender." Damon said with a groan.

And it wasn't. Tristan loved it. Damon pounded into him, pulling out completely before slamming back in, his strokes rhythmic and deep. Rough and hard, he gave Tristan what he asked for, listening to the broken sexy sounds as he plunged in and out of him with wildly fierce drives.

"Christ, Tris..." Damon choked out, going out of his mind with pleasure. "Fuck...this is so good."

Then Damon changed his angle and stated nailing Tristan's button with his barbell. Tristan cried out, his head snapping back, his eyes closed, his lips parted and his entire body shuddered. His sexy, lean body rippled with pleasure. The beautiful sight stole Damon's breath and created a strange tightening in his chest. 

"God, he's beautiful." Damon murmured, not even realizing he'd said it out loud.

"Oh, Jesus...don't stop." Tristan whimpered when he felt Damon's rhythm falter. 

"I won't." Damon rasped in a husky whisper. 

He reached out a hand and tweaked Tristan's nipples, making him moan even louder. Then with a groan, Damon started to pound into him even harder, the metal slamming against his gland with every thrust, hitting the same spot over and over. 

"Oh God, right there baby, please right there." Tristan could barely breathe or process anything other than the pleasure Damon was bestowing on him. He met him with each stroke, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure as Damon's dick brushed over his gland, sending sparklers dancing over his nerves. Tristan's mouth opened, babbling incoherently, almost sobbing with pleasure.

For the first time since installing all the high-tech devices in his office, Damon was glad for the sound proof device. The sounds Tristan was making would make a porn star blush. It was music to Damon's ears. Tristan sounded sexy as all fuck.




Fiery Heat Ch. 08



Tristan was losing it, going wild on Damon's cock as he met Damon's thrusts as hard as he could, hips bucking. Damon pounded into him, fucking him harder and harder until his whole body was shuddering with each powerful thrust. He was so hard his dick looked purple. With a sexy, teasing smile that made Tristan wary, Damon slid a hand around Tristan's dick and stroked him once from root to tip, slicking up the sizeable droplet of pre-cum that glistened at the slit with a finger, and bringing it to his mouth. Watching Damon sucking it off his finger was too fucking hot Tristan knew he couldn't make it another second.

"You asshole, shit I'm gonna..." Tristan started in a rough voice. 

"Hell no, you're not." Damon declared picking Tristan up without slipping out of him, and moving to sit in the couch, so that Tristan was straddling him. His hands went to Tristan's hips, grinding up into him. "Now do your thing."

"Fuck yeah." Tristan husked, then started to undulate and rock his hips sexily. Closing his eyes, Damon sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and his head dropped back against the couch. He cringed in ecstasy and bit his lip. Tristan smirked. 

"How do you like that now huh?" He asked smugly loving how he affected Damon. Tristan looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He looked so lusciously gorgeous sprawled beneath him in his elegant suit, his powerful body straining with the intensity of pleasure coursing through him. Damon lost and consumed was just so exhilarating...and so arousing to Tristan. 

"I love you." Damon whispered, his heart full. No matter what, this man held his heart.

Tristan swooped in and captured his lips in a scorching kiss. Then he rode that cock. The feel of Damon in him was the most fulfilling thing his body had ever experienced. Damon wrapped an arm around Tristan's waist and pushed up into him with an almost inhuman speed, that metal hitting against his pleasure button continuously, making Tristan mewl and whimper erotically. 

"Ah, God, it's so good," Tristan sobbed, lost in the ferocious need to ride the cock that was given him so much pleasure, even harder. "You feel...Oh Damon, it's too good."

Damon pushed a hand between them and took hold of Tristan's cock and started stroking him, increasing the pace to match the intensity of their fucking, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip. As his eyes rolled back, Tristan thought he'd never felt anything so perfectly wondrous. He knew he was going to come apart as sensations swirled around him, through him, into him, enveloping him in a passionate haze that consumed him. 

Damon knew Tristan was about to come, he could feel him tightening, constricting around him. He could feel it in the way Tristan held him, in the way his breath hitched. He wanted to watch Tristan come completely unglued.

"Look at me baby." Damon whispered. "I want to watch you."

Tristan felt the orgasm swirling at the base of his spine grow hotter and ferocious at Damon's words. He dragged air into his lungs and brought his eyes into focus on Damon's face allowing Damon to capture his gaze. Their gazes locked together. Tristan was losing his mind. He needed to come so badly.

"Oh, God." Tristan writhed in Damon's grip, raw moans spilling from him. "I cannot hold back."

"Shh. I've got you. Let go." Damon whispered.

Damon watched Tristan fall apart, holding his gaze when Tristan would've closed his eyes. And it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Possessed by his stare, Tristan gave a guttural cry and came harder than he ever had, his body jerking with every pulse of pleasure. His vision blurred. He squeezed the cock buried inside his channel as his essence rocketed out of the head of his prick, painting Damon's hand and vest with streaks of cum. 

The extra pressure on his cock was all Damon needed. He came violently, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts inside Tristan, coating his insides with scorching hot cum. His beautiful blue eyes, which remained trained on Tristan's, lost their focus as his control frayed. His whole body jerked hard and then shuddered as the orgasm tore through him, his eyes glazed with a look of helpless pleasure and a touch of raw vulnerability which drew a gasp from Tristan. Cupping his face, Tristan leaned forward and covered his mouth with his, swallowing his cries of ecstasy.

Damon wrapped his arms around Tristan and crushed him to his chest, pressing his damp face into the curve of my neck. With his face buried against Damon's neck, Tristan continued to shudder for long moments as Damon rubbed his palm soothingly up and down his spine, trying to calm him down, even as he struggled to regain his own composure.

Still more than a little overcome by the intensity of their lovemaking, Tristan lifted his head and gazed down at Damon with so much love in his eyes. Then he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. "I love you too. And thank you." He whispered.

"You won't be thanking me in the morning." Damon murmured. "What are you thanking me for anyway?"

"You just made my fantasy come true and for that, I'm grateful." Tristan said softly from where his head was resting on Damon's shoulder.

"You're like a damn drug. I'm so addicted to you Tris."

"The feeling is mutual. Do you think I feel any different?"

"I think you're just addicted to sex that's all." Damon deadpanned. 

Tristan laughed. "Look who's talking."

"Tris even when you were pissed off at me, you wanted sex. Remember where this fantasy of yours started?"

"That's not true Damon. It's always like that with you. You do this to me. I'm like this for you."

"Hmm. Remember all those girls you fucked?" Damon asked with a chuckle.

"You've fucked more girls Damon." Tristan retorted.

"Don't believe everything you read." Damon chuckled, running his fingers through Tristan's hair. 

"So...you always keep lube in your office?" Tristan sounded amused.

"Never said I was a saint. Besides you've seen my...what I'm packing. Wouldn't want to hurt anyone." Damon muttered.

"Seen it? More like felt it." Tristan squeezed his arse muscles drawing a moan from Damon. "You fucker."

Damon chuckled. "Do you have any idea how close I came to throwing you on the conference table and fucking your brains out in front of everyone in that meeting last Friday?"

Tristan laughed. "I can imagine. After all, you did follow me into the restroom to have your way with me."

"No. That wasn't the reason why I followed you in there. But when I saw you..." Damon sighed and shook his head. "Dude, that was some blowjob. It was off the hook!"

Tristan was laughing so hard, Damon had to join in. "I guess I need a medal."

"I just wish you had waited around for me to make you feel as good." Damon husked and raised an eyebrow when he saw Tristan flush.

"Why did you think I couldn't wait around to finish the meeting...?" Tristan, to his surprise, blushed red, drawing a chuckle from Damon. 

Tristan remembered how hurt, angry and...sticky he had felt after giving Damon that blowjob in the restroom. That act had been so intense that, Tristan had creamed his jeans without warning. His dick had simply exploded in powerful bursts that flooded his jeans at some point during the act. Nothing had to even touch his cock. He couldn't possibly have gone back to the meeting with that icky, wet and sort of sticky feeling.

"Wow. Just, wow. But how the fuck were you able to do that? Take me like that I mean. Nobody has ever been able to..." Damon trailed off.

"I guess all that hurt and anger pushed me to perform wonders." Tristan said quietly.

"I'm sorry." Damon whispered, his eyes filled with so much regret. "I'm damn sorry."

"Shh, baby. Cut it out with the apologies, already! It's okay." Tristan touched his forehead to Damon's, looking him in the eye. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Tris. With all my heart. Never doubt that." Damon said softly.

Damon's words caused a sweet, clenching ache in Tristan's gut. He felt vaguely drugged, like he had finished a whole bottle of champagne. They sat like that in a comfortable silence till Damon broke the silence.

"You know Lisa wants you don't you?" He murmured. 

Tristan chuckled. "Jealous?"

"Should I be?" Damon shot back.

"Are you seriously asking me that now?" Tristan sat up and looked at Damon. "You have your cock so deep up my arse this very moment, I can practically feel it in my throat...and you're asking me that?" 

Damon was saved from answering Tristan's question when his cell phone started ringing. He reached into his pocket and took it out ignoring Tristan's raised brow.

"Really? What if you had mistakenly dialed someone's number?" Tristan looked incredulous.

Ignoring his question, Damon's other hand moved to the back of Tristan's neck and coaxed him closer so he could drop a kiss on his swollen lips. "Are you here Seth?" He spoke to whoever was on the line. "Give me thirty minutes."

"Okay let's go wash down. He's here." Damon stood with Tristan still clutched in his arms.

"Who's here?"

"You'll see." 

After a quick shower together, they both dressed up again, with Damon opting to wear black jeans and a blue long sleeved slim-cut shirt he took out of his closet in his office. His suit was ruined and needed to go to the cleaners.

"Sorry about your suit." Tristan said with a naughty grin not sounding sorry at all.

"Yeah right." Damon laughed, fixing his cuffs. "It was so worth it."

"Tell you what. Why don't you give it to me as a keepsake?" Tristan said sounding serious.

Damon turned to look at him with a bemused expression on his face. "You're serious aren't you?"

"Never been more serious." A sweet, sexy grin curved his lips.

"Done! Will let you have it immediately it comes back from the cleaners."

"I don't want it to go to the cleaners Damon." Tristan sounded dead serious.

"What!" Damon exclaimed, surprised. "You're nuts you know that?"

"Yeah, it's going be make a great jack-off material." Tristan deadpanned.

Damon roared with laughter and lowered his mouth to Tristan's in a lingering kiss. Then he pressed some buttons which cut off the music, brightened the light and got the glass back to its plain form. 

"How do you feel?" Damon's voice was soft with concern.

"Great," Tristan murmured with an infectious grin. "Thoroughly well fucked. You never disappoint." 

Damon chuckled. "You do look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful." He lovingly stroked Tristan's cheeks, then bent to kiss him tenderly, enjoying the soft lips moving against his. He knew they could be seen by anyone looking in their direction at that particular moment, from the outer office but didn't care. In fact he was counting on a particular someone seeing them.

"Shit, I'm a lucky son of a bitch," Tristan gasped when Damon released his lips.

"And why's that?" Damon asked trying to get his breathing under control.

"Stop fishing Damon Reid." Tristan pushed a laughing Damon away from him.

"Now let's do this." Damon muttered and pressed the intercom to asked Lisa, whose jaw had dropped in shock at seeing her boss kissing Tristan, to send Seth in. 

Tristan saw the confusion and shock on Lisa's face through the glass and turned to look at Damon, who was trying very hard to suppress a smile.

"You did that on purpose." Tristan looked bemused.

"What if I did?" Damon's grin was downright sinful. 

"You Sonofabitch." Tristan breathed but couldn't suppress the delightful twinkle in his eyes.

"Hey that's my mother you're talking about you little twit." Damon laughed. "You should be thanking me. I've made your work easier."

"Really?" Tristan looked incredulous.

"Uh-huh. You are mine Tris. And I don't like to share." Damon raked him with a heated look which had Tristan's thoughts shifting in a much naughtier direction. Then he reached out and pulled a still bemused Tristan to sit beside him on the couch just as a man, who looked like a wrestler entered the office.

"Hello Seth. Let's see what you got." Damon told the man.

The man said a quick hello to Tristan and handed a rolled sheet to Damon. Damon quickly unrolled the sheet and spread it across the glass table in front of the couch. Tristan noticed the sheet had pictures of females. There were names and addresses printed under each picture. He immediately knew what it was. It was the flight manifest of all females on board the STAR-BO144, which had crushed the night before. The only difference was that unlike a usual manifest, this one came with pictures. How the fuck had Damon managed to get that Tristan wondered. He started to shake, covering his eyes with his palms.

"Give us a minute Seth. I'll call you in a moment." Damon said to the John Cena look alike, who quickly excused himself.

"Tris?" Damon pulled a now trembling Tristan into his lap. "Please baby. You have to do this."

"What if she died? What then?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"It wouldn't be your fault. But we have to know. To give you closure. Please." Damon implored.

Tristan swallowed past the lump in his throat and gave a hesitant nod. He looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He moved to sit on the couch and looked at the sheet that had been spread out. He immediately gasped. The sweet face of the lovely lady jumped out at him.

"Th...that's her." He pointed. 

Damon looked at it and picked up his phone and simply mentioned the name beneath the picture to someone. "Amanda Greene."

Tristan's heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn't control the sob that escaped his lips when he heard Damon's next words.

"Thank God. Get me her exact location. I'm on my way." Then he hanged up and drew a sobbing Tristan into his arms. "She's okay baby. She's okay." 

***

A question guys...: Who's your favourite FH character? Damon, Tristan, Adriana...? Who and why?



Fiery Heat Ch. 09



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

"Ready?" Damon asked quietly.

"Yes." Tristan sighed.

"Let's go."

It was Saturday morning. Damon and his friends were spending the day in Damon's house since it was his turn to host their Saturday morning get-together. He had told Tristan to come join them so he could officially introduce him to the guys. The guys were already playing various games and drinking their lives away in the ridiculously large basement which had been converted into a luxurious game room. The huge projected screen was showing a live soccer match between Manchester United and Arsenal. Just as he had come up to instruct the cook to start arranging the assorted mouth-wateringly aromatic dishes he had prepared in the basement so that the guys could start eating, he heard Tristan's bike roar into the compound. 

Damon had gone outside to where Tristan was getting off his parked bike. He took in Tristan's boot cut faded jeans, white t-shirt and black leather jacket...HOT! Damon had calmly reached out and taken off Tristan's helmet and then taken his lips in a sweet kiss which had left Tristan breathless.

"Are you going to let me off this bike anytime soon?" Tristan asked huskily. Damon looked breathtakingly good, as usual, completely relaxed in white drawstring lounging pants and a navy blue t-shit.

Damon chuckled. "Sure." Then he stepped back to allow Tristan to swing his leg off his bike and fix his helmet on the bike. "Now where was I?" He asked reaching for Tristan again.

Damon took his lips again and only released him when they both needed to come up for air.

"I missed you too." Tristan laughed breathlessly.

"You have no idea what I almost did around three a.m. I came very close to driving over to your house to pick you up. I wanted you in my bed...where you belong."

"And what stopped you from doing just that?" Tristan's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Caleb's face." Damon stated simply.

Tristan laughed. "Yeah right. As if that would stop you."

"I really wish I wasn't entertaining. You look so fuckabIe I just might drag you upstairs at a point Tris. Expect it." Damon husked taking Tristan's hand and moving towards the house, smiling at Tristan's teasing hum of Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On' under his breath. "What took you so long by the way? Knowing you, you probably got home this morning so decided to sleep in huh?"

Tristan chuckled. He had had a lot of fun hanging out with his friends the night before. "I got home around two a.m. but that's not the reason why I got here late. Amanda called. And you know how much of a chatterbox she is. She's still going crazy over the car. Told me I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you. I told her I already knew that. If only people could see just how lucky YOU are to have MOI." Tristan smirked.

Damon chuckled. "I know I'm the lucky one baby. And that's all that matters. But you have no idea how people envy me whenever they figure out that we're together. Sometimes I have to glare at people just to get them to stop ogling you. Both men and women. It's so frustrating. Trust me they know just how lucky I am.

Tristan laughed. "You actually glare at people? That's so fucked up. Amanda is on point though. I am the lucky one. I got the sexiest, hottest and yummiest guy on the planet." He drawled making Damon laugh.

Amanda Greene, Tristan's guardian angel, as everyone who knew the story affectionately referred to her, was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was the proud owner of a sleek metallic grey Mercedes Benz B250. The fact that it was the latest model was just icing on the cake. The day after the crush, when they had gone to meet Amanda, had been very emotional for both Tristan and Amanda. Fortunately, Amanda flew Economy on the STAR-BO144 the day it crushed so she had escaped unhurt. She had been on her way to her brother's wedding in Paris when the accident occurred. 

Whilst Tristan spoke with Amanda, Damon had quietly called aside her boyfriend, Mike, who had been at the airport, seeing Amanda off when Tristan had seen them. Damon asked Mike to tell him honestly, what his girlfriend would love to own but couldn't afford. Mike had immediately replied that she would love a car as she had been saving for quite a while so she could get herself an affordable used car.

That very day, Damon had had a sleek Mercedes Benz B250 delivered to her. It was fully paid for and had her name on the documents as the proud owner. Amanda had screamed and cried, and screamed some more. She didn't know how to thank Damon enough. Her happiness was enough for Damon as his Tristan's life was worth more than all the expensive cars in the world. 



Inside the house, Tristan stopped, his eyes flashing nervously. "Hey, how many guys are in there?"

Damon looked into Tristan's eyes and suppressed a smile. Tristan Thomas, nervous to meet people? Wonders, they say, will never end.

"Tris, you have nothing to worry about. They are the coolest guys on the planet. You've met them before remember?"

"Yeah but what if they don't like me now that we are officially dating Damon? They are your friends. If they don't accept me, it will make your life very awkward don't you think?"

Damon sighed. "They will accept you Tris. There are six guys in all. There's Chris, Tyron, Michael, Kyle, Matt and Dean. Watch out for Dean. Don't take anything he says to heart. He can be an ass but he's a good person. In fact I think you are the best person to handle that idiot. Did I tell you Cole and Briana will come get us from the airport tomorrow?"

"Good. I finally get to meet the famous couple tomorrow." Tristan smiled.

"Yep. You get to meet the guy I was allegedly 'fucking'." Damon deadpanned.

"Fuck you." Tristan couldn't help but laugh. That had been a silly mistake on his part, thinking Damon had slept with Cole when he had seen them embrace on Damon's security monitor. He had never met Cole so hadn't known at the time that it was him.

"So...ready?" Damon asked quietly.

"Yes." Tristan sighed.

"Let's go."

Damon hadn't told the guys that Tristan would be joining them. He wanted to see how Tristan would handle himself amongst his rich, intelligent but crazy friends. Briana had handled herself beautifully. Damon, however, had a feeling his baby would rub the guys up the wrong way. Tristan was a brat like that. Show time!

When they entered the basement, Tristan stopped and took in the scene in front of him. Talk of a plush state of the art game room! Loud music, two people playing pool, two playing video game, one guy, watching soccer, with the last guy watching those playing the video game and shouting obscenities that would make a sailor blush. The cook was busily arranging assorted food on a wide table in the corner. He realized Damon was pouring himself a drink at the bar and went over to pour a stiff drink for himself. 

Damon simply gave him a glass and walked away. Tristan looked after him and frowned slightly. It looked like he was on his own. The bastard! He poured a shot of Courvoisier and wandered over to the guy spewing the obscenities. He remembered his comment from their last meeting at the pub some weeks back. He had humorously advised Damon to use birth control with him. Tristan wondered which one he was. The game ended with one guy groaning and the other laughing loudly.

"Both of you are morons I tell you. Your IQ must be real low guys." Mr. Vulgar told the two guys. "I could thrash both of you with my right hand tied behind me." He bragged cockily.

Before Tristan could stop himself, he was addressing Mr. Cocky. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Play me." He calmly challenged the man, who he thought had too handsome a face to be spewing forth such garbage.

Dean turned to look at Tristan, recognition widening his eyes.

"I remember you. Damon's boy-toy. You sure you wanna challenge me?" Dean drawled.

"I'd like nothing more. Maybe I can separate the men from the boys." Tristan threw back, drawing an encouraging cheer from the other two guys. 

"Oh yeah?" Dean said with an amused glint in his eyes. "Let's do this. Scramble off boys." Dean addressed Chris and Kyle who had been watching their exchange with amusement. 

"Three games." Tristan said. 

"What's that?" Dean picked up a controller and 

got seated.

"Let's play three games. Then we can see a clear winner."

"Honey, we can play ten games for all I care. I'm going to whoop your...already destroyed arse." Dean drawled.

"Right. But before we start, let's get one thing straight. If I whoop your arse, I prove beyond reasonable doubt that I'm just as male as you. And you drop all these innuendos. Deal?" Tristan stared Dean down. He couldn't believe he was being treated like he was some sissy by this man.

Dean chuckled. "Deal. Prove you're not just some silly little boy, who's going to run to Papa Bear when Uncle Dean thrashes you as I'm going to do."

"So you are Dean. Should have known." Tristan muttered shaking his head. 

"Papa Bear told you about me huh?" Dean drawled.

"Just shut up and play Dean." Tyron boomed from behind them. All the guys had gathered behind them to see how the game was going to go. Some of the guys wanted to see just how Tristan was going to manage to come out victorious. Dean was the master of video games as far as they were concerned. 

Tristan won hands down...all three games!

"How the fuck did you do that?" Dean exclaimed!

"Want to try elsewhere?" Tristan drawled feeling good. "Say...the pool table?" He threw the challenge.

"Bring it on." Dean jumped up and moved towards the table. All the guys followed. Tristan went first to the bar to get himself more Courvoisier, and then went to wait his turn as Dean prepared to take the opening break.

Tristan whooped Dean's arse on the pool table too, to loud applauds from the guys. Dean placed his stick on the table and went over to Tristan with his hand extended.

"I'm Dean."

Tristan took the outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. "Thomas. Tristan Thomas."

Dean grinned. "Like Mr. Bond huh? I like you. We're going to be the best of friends Tristan. And you have to teach me all your tricks. Now let me introduce you to the guys."

Tristan finally attached a name to each face. Each of the guys gave him a one arm hug welcoming 

him into the group.

"Anyone who is able to thrash this idiot, earns my respect." Tyron chuckled. 

"Fuck off Ty." Dean flipped Tyron off. "And finally, your man, Damon." Dean said with a teasing smile. "Come on Tristan, let's get something to eat." 

But before Tristan could move, Damon was drawing him into his arms and slamming his lips on his. By the time he was done with the kiss amidst whistles and catcalls from the guys, Tristan's legs were threatening to buckle beneath him.

"Now he knows me." Tristan breathed, already thinking up ideas on how to get back at Damon for throwing him to the wolves.

"I love you. And I'm proud of you. Wanna help me check out something upstairs?" Damon husked. He wanted Tristan so bad he couldn't stand still.

"Sorry baby, I wouldn't want to disappoint my new best friend. Besides, I need to eat." With a mischievous smile and a quick kiss to Damon's lips, Tristan moved around him and headed for the lovely buffet, leaving a frustrated Damon squeezing the bridge of his nose with a groan. He knew Tristan had felt his excitement through his pants when they had been pressed together just as Damon had felt his arousal as well. This was obviously payback. Fuck!

By the time the guys were leaving that evening, Tristan had bonded with all of them and Damon was going out of his mind with want. Tristan had teased him throughout the day with little actions. For instance he never passed by Damon without pressing their mouths together or grinding his hips into Damon's. At a point he had even reached into Damon's pants when no one was watching, and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock, drawing a groan from Damon. 

"We need to do something about this." He had whispered seductively into Damon's ear and walked away. At a point, Tristan had gone to the pool table, picked up a stick, and with a smoldering look in Damon's direction, had worked the stick with his hand like he'd like to do something really naughty with it. Damon had almost creamed his pants.

When Tristan smiled innocently at one time and murmured, "I'm not wearing any underwear. My cock is pressing against the inside of my zipper right now. So uncomfortable", Damon had sworn loudly. 

"Shit." He knew he was close to doing something scandalous, but had to restrain himself to Chris' amusement.

"Hang in there buddy. We'll be out of your hair soon. Then you can show the little tease who's boss." Chris had said with a chuckle. 

It was obvious they all liked him. Even Dean was acting like a protective big brother around him. Damon was busting with pride at how Tristan had handled himself around the guys.

Immediately the last person left, Damon grabbed Tristan by the hand and dragged him back to the basement, ignoring Tristan's question of what they were going back there for.

Damon locked the door and pulled Tristan to the pool table. He picked him up and settled him on the edge of the table and stared into his eyes.

"What?" Tristan asked trying not to blush. He both loved and hated it when Damon looked at him like that. He loved the 'I want to devour you' look and hated the blush that always coloured his face whenever he looked at him like that.

"Do you have any idea how close I came to bending you over this table and fucking you senseless in front of everyone today? Seeing you bent over that table, moving that sexy arse, biting your lips in concentration and all that deliberate teasing...do you intentionally want to drive me crazy Tris?" Damon whispered huskily.

"Sorta. It's great to know just how much I affect you. At least I'm not the only one affected." Tristan murmured, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

"I want you Tris." Damon said gruffly. "Right here. On this table."

"What are you waiting for?" Tristan asked, grabbing Damon's head and pulling him into a fierce kiss filled with all the lust and love he felt. Hungry, desperate, their mouths mated, tongues twining, giving and taking until Tristan thought he would explode from the pleasure of that alone. Damon drove him insane. "Take me."

Damon brought Tristan down to stand in front of him and unbuckled his belt with unsteady fingers. Then still staring into his eyes, he pushed his jeans down to his knees. He wanted him so bad.

"Turn around."

The barely repressed lust in Damon's voice sent a rush of excitement through Tristan. He turned around and faced the pool table. 

"Spread your legs and bend down." Again, Tristan complied, his whole body quivering with excitement and anticipation. He was so damn horny, he could hardly stand it.

Damon slid his palms under Tristan's t-shirt, running them across the hot, smooth skin of Tristan's back, loving the shudders Tristan couldn't hide. He placed one hand on each cheek, spreading Tristan, exposing his hole. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard Tris. And as punishment for teasing me to my breaking point, I'm not going to use lube. Got that?"

"Finally, you grow some balls." Tristan moaned. 

Damon licked his finger and pushed it into Tristan, twisting and probing until an electric shock radiated through him, causing each nerve ending to come alive. Tristan moaned loudly, immediately loosening to Damon. He pressed back, wanting more of him inside. His cock was at full attention.

Damon added a second finger, scissoring them and rubbing against the sensitive gland deep inside. Tristan sobbed with pleasure and began to thrust backwards to force Damon's fingers deeper inside him. When Damon added a third finger, Tristan threw his head back, a loud groan emitting from his throat. 

"Please Damon. I need you inside me."

"You sure about that?" Damon husked, pulling his fingers out and rubbing that sensitized puckered hole with the surprisingly wet pierced head of his cock.

"What the...?" Tristan gasped at the wet feeling.

"You seriously thought I was going to fuck you dry?" Damon chuckled.

"Chicken!"

"Don't get rude just yet baby. It's still going to burn. In this position, it's going to be a tight fit. Get ready."

Damon positioned his cock against Tristan's wet hole and pushed forward. The tip pierced the ring of muscle, and forced a hiss out of Tristan. His breath hitched as inch by painful inch worked its way into him. He could have sworn Damon's cock had gotten bigger. He tried to spread his legs wider but couldn't because of the jeans around his knees. Oh shit!

"Jesus Damon." Tristan gasped. Damon was right...It was indeed a tight fit. Damon's gentleness however ensured Tristan felt no pain. What he rather felt was an intensity that singed up his spine and tightened his body, causing his toes to curl inside his boots. That strong sensation stirred something primitive in him...something that made him want to be filled and engulfed by Damon. Tristan had a sudden urge to feel Damon fully seated within him. He craved that fullness.

Damon hesitated, remaining still, "You okay Tris?" he asked in a hoarse voice. But before he could register what Tristan was doing, Tristan's hands came around to grip his arse, pulling him against his arse with such force that, his cock slid into his tight hole.

"Fuuuuck!" Tristan screamed.

"Oh shit baby, why the fuck did you..."

"Hold the fuck still Damon." Tristan screamed to stop Damon from pulling out. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and neck.

"Oh fuck. You're crazy you know that?" Damon's voice was filled with worry and ecstasy. That tight hot channel was gripping his cock like a vise. He was delirious with pleasure. He held still within Tristan, giving him time to adjust. "You know you're going to be very sore after this don't you?" 

"Shut up and fuck me." Tristan shot back. 

The pain and burn began to melt away as Damon started to move. Moaning as the burning sensation quickly morphed into exquisite pleasure, Tristan reached back and grabbed Damon's arse, urging him to pump harder.

Damon maintained a slow rhythm of pulling out to the head of his cock before pushing back in, careful not to hurt Tristan. But Tristan was having none of that. He wanted more of Damon. He began to fuck back onto Damon's cock, evoking a whimper of pleasure from Damon. Unable to control the onslaught of ecstasy barreling through him, Damon increased the tempo, and started fucking him hard, pumping his hips at an almost obscene pace, causing Tristan to cry out with each frenzied thrust. His head dropped down as he gripped the table hard.

"Oh God, Tristan. So hot. So tight." Damon cried out as he angled his barbell to slam into Tristan's pleasure button over and over and over.

Tristan squirmed beneath him, shaking his head from side to side, murmuring unintelligibly. The pleasure was so deep, so profound that his mouth gaped and his eyes rolled around with an expression of pure rapture. He couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't move as the pleasure ripped through him.

Both men were breathing hard, as the pool table shook under Damon's thrusts. Balls fell over the sides to the floor and Tristan's cries echoed off the walls. Prince's 'Do Me Baby' blasted from the speakers getting both men even more worked up. Damon continued to fuck him hard and fast, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt as he kept pushing in and pulling out of that divine heat. That tightness was consuming Damon and swallowing him whole.

"God, you fucking feel so good." Damon hissed when Tristan tightened around him. He pulled out and slowly sank back in, his hand going around to stroke Tristan's cock. "I can never get enough of you baby."




Fiery Heat Ch. 09



The cock slamming into him, the hand on his cock and Damon sexy voice whispering sweet nothings, sent Tristan careening over the edge. He screamed Damon's name again and again and came in long spurts all over the other man's hand and on the side of the table.

When Tristan's muscles clamped tight around his cock, Damon knew it was over. His eyes went wide as he came hard, chanting Tristan's name like a prayer. He rode out his orgasm and then slumped down against Tristan's back.

"Holy shit," Damon gasped.

Tristan wasn't saying much. He was trying to regain a portion of his senses. That had been so powerful, he was still seeing stars.

"Are you okay?" Damon murmured, dropping tiny kisses on Tristan's neck.

"Mmm." Tristan murmured.

Damon chuckled. "Are you alive?"

"Barely. That was fucking brilliant, love." Tristan murmured.

Damon straightened up and gently pulled out of Tristan drawing a moan from him. Then he turned Tristan to face him and almost came again at the look on Tristan's face. He decided that there was never a better sight in the world than a post-orgasmic Tristan Thomas. He looked totally fucked, his green eyes glowing with contentment.

Damon sucked his own bottom lip into his mouth and then broke into that heart-breaking grin.

"God, I love you." He whispered. 

"I know." Tristan replied cockily, leaning against the pool table. He couldn't stand as his legs felt too shaky to hold him up.

Damon's grin turned devilish. "Well if I'm going to get this anytime I want, then I'm stuck for life." He drawled, drawing Tristan into his arms.

"Needy bastard!" Tristan laughed, moving willingly into Damon's arms to kiss him 

lingeringly.

Damon touched Tristan's face. It was a curiously gentle gesture, his fingertips sliding over his cheek as though he enjoyed the touch of his skin. Then he remembered what Tristan had done.

"Why did you do that?" Damon asked quietly.

Tristan didn't need to ask what Damon was talking about. He knew it would come up. "Because," He pressed his cheek against Damon's chest, settling himself in his arms, "I just wanted you inside me. I didn't want to wait one more second."

"Tris..." Damon groaned. "You have to be sore now. That was a shitty thing to do."

"My arse, my choice." Tristan murmured.

"Oh yeah?" Damon drawled. "Turn around and bend over the table Tristan."

"What?" Tristan's head came up and he looked into Damon's eyes trying to understand what he meant.

"You heard me." A gleam entered Damon's eyes and he licked his lips. "Do it."

Tristan turned around and did as he was told, turning a dark shade of red as he could picture how he must look like to Damon that very moment, with Damon's cum pouring out of his well-used hole.

When he felt Damon spread his cheeks, he groaned with mortification.

"Damon..."

What he felt next was so unexpected, Tristan cried out and arched his back. Something slick and wet skated over his hole. It felt soothing, wonderful, erotic and fucking mind blowing.

"Jesus, Damon."

Damon flicked his tongue over Tristan's twitching hole, tasting himself. He licked, circled and penetrated his entrance, dipping inside again and again. Tristan gasped for air as Damon continued to tongue-fuck him, losing himself in the exquisite sensation of Damon's masterful rimming. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips as Damon gripped his hips and pulled him back onto his stiffened tongue. Tristan had never been this hard and ready to cum so fast after an orgasm. The mere thought of Damon tasting himself whilst pleasuring him was enough to send him over the edge.

"Oh God, Damon..." Tristan panted. "I-I..." He shot off like a fucking rocket, spraying the table again for the second time that evening. His orgasm hit him like a runaway freight train. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through his body as his cock pulsed, his body shaking uncontrollably as his seed poured from him.

Tristan's orgasm was so unexpected and intense that he got overwhelmed with emotions and had to try to keep himself from crying like a girl. His body shook with the aftershocks going through him and irrepressible tears gathered in his eyes. Damon somehow felt the change in Tristan and quickly stood up. He pulled Tristan up and turned him around to face him. 

"Shit!" Damon swore when he saw the tears that had gathered on Tristan's long lashes and reached out to brush away a stray tear that had fallen. He could take anything, anything, but tears falling from those green eyes he loved so much. "Tris?"

Tristan looked up into worried blue eyes and smiled tremulously. "I ...that was beautiful..." he whispered as the emotions running though him at that moment, made it impossible to say more.

"Oh baby." Damon whispered. And then Tristan was being gathered into strong arms, an embrace he never wanted to end.

Then Damon was kissing him, wet and fierce, biting and tearing at his lips. With a moan, Tristan opened up to the kiss, letting his tongue snake between Damon's lips, tasting cum and cherry flavoured lube on Damon. They couldn't get enough of each other. Damon broke away from Tristan's lips to trail kisses down the side of his neck. 

"MY arse, MY choice." Damon growled into Tristan's ear.

Tristan laughed softly. "I love you, Damon Reid," he whispered. 

"Love you back." Damon whispered right back.

***

The next morning Tristan woke slowly wondering what had woken him up. He was wonderfully sore in all the right places. He snuggled closer to Damon enjoying his warmth. He didn't want to get up, wanted to stay where he was forever. Then he heard the noise again and knew something had definitely woken him up. Just as he was about to shake Damon awake, the bedroom door burst open and the elegant Lydia Reid stood there in all her glory. Tristan gasped! 

Blue eyes that were so much like Damon's turned to fix on Tristan. Then a brilliant smile broke out on those maroon coloured lips. She sure did look hot in jeans and a cute top, with her blond hair coiled up atop her head.

"Shhh." Lydia made the sound, shaking her head to indicate that Tristan not wake Damon up.

Tristan's heart was pounding so hard he wondered whether he was having a heart attack. Wake the fuck up Damon! He willed his lover silently. But Damon was breathing evenly, fast asleep.

Lydia Reid sat on the edge of the bed beside Tristan and reached up to push his hair back from his face. God, she smelled good.

"How are you T.T.?" She asked softly.

Tristan swallowed past the lump in his throat but still couldn't bring himself to talk so he only nodded. 

Damon's mother smiled. The last time she had seen Tristan, he had been just a kid. He had grown into such a handsome young man. No wonder her son was nuts over him. Damon had always had an eye for beautiful things...just like his father.

"How are your parents and sisters? Is Adriana married yet?" Lydia had been to both Tracy and Ashley's weddings. Now that she was living a quiet and blissful life on the Island with her husband Luke, she had lost touch with what was going on. When Damon had called her to tell her how crazy he was about Tristan, she had decided to pay them a visit before their trip to Paris.

"They are good." Tristan croaked. "Addie is getting married next month."

"Great. Tell her not to forget to send me an invite. I wouldn't miss her wedding for the world. She was such a handful as a kid. And you've grown so handsome T.T. My son treating you well?"

"He's an arse sometimes but I wouldn't change him for all the wealth in the world." Tristan declared quietly.

Lydia Reid smiled and leaned down to kiss Tristan on the cheek. "He loves you too." 

"I know." Tristan smiled back.

"If you need someone to whip that son of mine into shape, you call." She grinned at him.

"Thanks. I just might." Tristan laughed.

"Oh you have to my dear. Tell you what," she whispered conspiratorially, "why don't I tell you his middle name? Whenever he's getting on your nerves, just call him by that name and he'll stop whatever he's doing. He hates it."

"Tell me, tell me." Tristan gushed, giggling delightedly. Serves Damon right for sleeping through this. He wouldn't be surprised if Damon was merely pretending to be sleeping just to see how he would handle himself around his mother. Damon had done exactly that with his friends the day before. In your face Damon Reid!

"Bartholomew." Lydia Reid whispered.

Tristan burst into uncontrollable laughter causing Damon to groan loudly.

"Mum, did you have to?" Damon groaned.

"I knew it." Tristan shouted, still howling with laughter. "You were awake the whole time."

"I just woke up baby. Trust me." Damon replied getting out of bed in all his naked glory, heading towards the adjoining bathroom.

"Damon Bartholomew Reid, will you cover that butt of yours?" Lydia Reid said sternly.

"Did you knock before entering my bedroom Ma?" Damon shot back entering the bathroom. His mother had never ever bothered to knock before entering his room.

Lydia turned to look at Tristan and both burst into more laughter. When Damon came back in, it was to find his mum lying on his side of the bed beside Tristan, holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath. He had heard them laughing uncontrollably whilst in the bathroom.

"You two done?" He asked scowling at the pair whilst he pulled on his sweat pants.

Tristan couldn't help but stare at Damon's body. He was mouth-wateringly hot! 

"Stay with me T.T. You're drooling." Lydia Reid said teasingly, noticing the lust in Tristan's eyes.

"Your son is gorgeous Ma'am." Tristan murmured still following Damon's graceful movement with lustful eyes.

Damon's mother chuckled. "Thanks T.T. Sometimes I don't believe he actually came from me. He's beautiful. So are you." She added softly.

"Thanks." Tristan whispered. 

After wearing his sweats and a t-shirt, Damon went to his mother and kissed her on both cheeks. Then he hugged her tightly like he was never going to let her go.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered into her hair.

"Oh baby, I've missed you more."

"How is Luke?" He asked letting her go back to lie beside Tristan on the bed.

"He's well. Sends his regards." Lydia said sitting up against the headboard and running her fingers through Tristan's hair. He says to tell you kids to visit us sometime. We'd love to have you. Will you come T.T.?" Lydia asked.

"Sure." He said looking at Damon. "May I go brush my teeth Mrs. Reid?" He looked up at Lydia.

"Call me Lydia T.T. And sure, you can go brush your teeth. Are you butt naked too?" She asked with an amused look.

"Nope." Tristan jumped out of bed wearing sexy boxer briefs. He took sweatpants and a t-shirt from his side of the closet on his way to the bathroom, to wear when he was done. The closet was filled with clothes that Damon had bought for him. Hot, sexy designer wears, just for him. He even had different types of footwear and whatever he needed to dress up. What could he say...not only did his man have taste, he also loved to spoil him. 

Tristan took a quick shower. When he came back in, mother and son were both sitting on the bed, relaxed against the headboard, talking. Damon opened his arms to him and he went snuggling into them, laying his head on his chest. Damon tilted his chin upward and brushed a kiss against his lips. Long fingers trailed down Tristan's cheek before capturing his lips again. This time Damon plundered his mouth, tasting and seeking hidden spots, delighting in the shudder that wracked his lover. 

"Good morning." Damon murmured huskily against soft lips, before recapturing them again.

Tristan moaned, pulling Damon's head closer, his fingers twisting in his close cut hair. He totally forgot they had an audience till he heard a sigh from Lydia. Tristan broke off the kiss then, blushing bright red.

"Good morning." He murmured against Damon's lips. Damon was a dick. His mother was sitting right there for fuck's sake.

Damon pulled Tristan close and kissed his forehead, delighting in his blush.

Lydia Reid grinned. She thought Tristan was so adorable. "What time are you supposed to leave? You boys done packing?" 

"I think so. We leave at two p.m." Damon answered, rubbing Tristan's back. "We'll get there around one forty-five a.m. It will be nine forty-five a.m. in Paris by the time we land."

"Hope you've already spoken to Étienne to pick you up from the airport." Lydia asked her son.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Yes Ma. He'll be there with Cole and his fiancée to meet us."

"Cole got engaged? Why haven't you told me? Tell him to call me if he knows what's good for him. Is she a good girl?"

"The best. You'll love her Ma." Damon said with a smile.

"You boys had better get something to eat and get ready. Going with BlueDam?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah. You know I love Blue." Damon turned to grin at his mother, who laughed.

"Flying yourself?" Lydia asked getting off the bed.

"Nope. Not this time. Want to relax with Tris." Damon's grin was downright naughty.

"Blue Dam?" Tristan asked. "Is that the name of the jet we're traveling with?"

"Uh-huh." Lydia Reid chuckled. "My late husband named it after Damon. Blue for his eyes and Dam for Damon.

"Sweet." Tristan mumbled and squealed when Damon pinched him on the arse. "Hey stop that."

"Make me."

"You know what to say darling." Lydia Reid drawled looking at Tristan with a glint in her eyes.

"Mum..." Damon groaned before Tristan could say anything. "And here I was, thinking you would come and threaten him or something on my behalf."

"And why would I do that?" Lydia exclaimed.

"Well first of all, because I'm your son. So naturally you have to give the 'you fuck my son up, I kill you' speech. Do you have any idea how the Thomas clan has thrown threats and promises my way this week?"

"Good." His mother said with a brilliant smile. "What did you expect? You're Damon Reid. Your reputation precedes you. I've already told T.T. to let me know if you fuck up."

Damon groaned. "Now I feel betrayed." Damon glared at his mother and Tristan who had both dissolved into laughter. "Will you two cut it out? Come on let's go get something to eat. We have a trip to make Tristan Thomas." 

To say Damon was thrilled at the rapport between his mother and boyfriend was an understatement. But he still couldn't wait to get Tristan on the plane, all to himself and pay him back for laughing at him. For what he had in mind, Tristan was going to need a wheel chair by the time they land at Charles De Gaulle Airport.



Boy, was Damon in for a surprise!



Fiery Heat Ch. 10



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

"You sure you're okay?" Tristan asked Damon for the fourth time since they boarded his luxury private jet. Damon had been looking preoccupied since he'd received a call just before they got on board.

"Yeah I'm good." Damon sighed, looking out as the plane started taxiing down the runway.

Tristan wasn't convinced but decided to let it drop since Damon seemed lost in thought. They were sitting facing each other, buckled in. Tristan took a sip of his Hennessey, which he had been served whilst they prepared for takeoff. Damon had opted for a glass of water.

He turned to look around and couldn't help but be impressed with the luxury interior of the plane. Damon had told him he had spec'd it up to his taste after the death of his father. It was obvious he had paid a lot to get it like how it was. It was a big plane but could only take about eighteen people since most of the space had been converted into something else. Though the mirrored ceiling created the illusion of a bigger space, there was actually enough space to stretch out on the plane. It was what Tristan called Traveling in style as it was obvious the plane provided huge levels of comfort. He couldn't wait to look around.

"We're now at cruising altitude," the pilot's voice boomed over the intercom as the plane leveled out. "Feel free to move about the cabin."

Immediately they were freed to move about the cabin, Tristan removed his seat belt and slid into the seat next to Damon and took his hand in his.

"Hey talk to me. You've been in a pensive mood since we boarded and I don't like it. I planned on enjoying this flight as I have a lot of work to do as soon as we get to Paris but this mood is not helping. Is it business? Come on talk to me."

Damon sighed and squeezed Tristan's hand. Then he brought their entwined hands up to press a kiss on Tristan's knuckles. 

"There was a wrong shipment delivery. It's going to create a lot of setbacks." Damon said.

"Can't you do anything about that from up here? Doesn't this airplane also come with Internet access?" Tristan teased, trying to lighten Damon's mood.

Damon turned to look at Tristan, his eyes laughing. "You mean you don't mind if I do a little work? 'Cause I really have to clear this up."

"Not at all. Go right ahead. I want to look around anyway." Tristan said with a grin.

"Okay." Damon leaned over and ran his thumb gently over Tristan's lush lower lip. Then his hand moved to the nape of Tristan's neck, holding him while their lips met in a gentle, almost tentative kiss. Tristan moaned, his lips parting slightly. Damon wasted no time in slipping the tip of his tongue inside his mouth and deepening the kiss, loving the taste of alcohol on Tristan's lips. Tristan's head reeled from the sensation of Damon's hot, sweet breath filling his mouth. They were breathing heavily now as desire took over. 

Damon groaned into Tristan's mouth, and suddenly broke away from their kiss, panting. He leaned his forehead against Tristan's, trying to calm down. Then dropping a kiss on Tristan's swollen lips, Damon stood up and headed for the boardroom.

He paused and glanced over his shoulder at Tristan, melting him into a puddle with those maddeningly sexy blue eyes of his. "Come get me when you miss me."

A surge of lust pulsed through Tristan's groin. "I will." He replied huskily. 

Tristan was still reeling from that kiss when he heard the sweet voice.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas," a sexy hostess greeted with a smile, "can I serve you anything?"

Tristan grinned and pointed at his glass. "A refill will be okay Alma." He said glancing at her nametag. 

"You sure that's all you need?" Alma gave a brilliant smile. 

"Yes that will be all." Tristan said with a glint in his eyes. Trust Damon to have such a hot number as hostess on his private jet. "Actually I want to look around so if you don't mind, you can be my personal tour guide. Forget about the drink for now." 

Alma laughed at that. "Sure Mr. Thomas. Anything you want."

"Hmm... Anything? I'm liking this trip already." Tristan drawled, drawing more laughter from Alma. "And call me T.T." 

"Okay T.T., so where do we start?" Alma wondered aloud. "The cockpit. Come on."

By the time they finished touring the plane, Tristan was totally impressed by the sheer luxury and was calling the plane a "Flying Hotel" to Alma's amusement. The only place they hadn't gone was the boardroom as Tristan didn't want to disturb Damon. The plane had been configured for both work and play. Damon did travel a lot so Tristan understood why he wanted the plane to give maximum comfort.

The curving lines of the jet disguised the fact that you were inside an aircraft. It had a cinema room, a curvy cocktail bar which boasted of a super-size TV screen, cozy seating and private dining or relaxing zone, a sleek and elegant kitchenette perfect for rustling up a delicious snack or a glass of something naughty, a bedroom, a boardroom and an executive suite with its bathroom.

Tristan finally ended in the cinema room, where he watched a movie with Alma after insisting she stayed and watch with him. They talked, ate some crackers, and generally had fun. 

Before Tristan realized, they had already spent two hours and Damon had still not made an appearance. He thanked Alma for her time and went to the executive suite where their duffel bags had been placed. He knew Damon would be tired as he had been in there for a little over two hours. He quickly grabbed a tube of oil from the elegantly designed bathroom and headed out of the suite. 

When Tristan opened the door to the boardroom, it was to the sound of voices. Damon was obviously having a conference call. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

Damon looked up from the documents in front of him, saw Tristan, and looked at his wrist watch. Then he scribbled something on a sheet of paper and held it up for Tristan to read.

'Took you long enough.'

Tristan couldn't help the grin that lit up his face. He took the sheet and pen from Damon and scribbled his reply.

'Got distracted by your sexy hostess. Sue me.'

He almost laughed out loud at the scowl that appeared on Damon's handsome face. One of the people on the conference call, who sounded angry asked Damon a question and paused for an answer. Tristan froze, thinking Damon couldn't possibly answer since he hadn't been concentrating on what the participants had been saying. But to Tristan's surprise and relief, Damon easily answered the question. Armed with the knowledge that, Damon obviously wouldn't get distracted whilst working, Tristan decided to go ahead with what he had in mind. 

He went to stand behind Damon and started massaging his neck. Damon paused and sighed with obvious pleasure. Then he continued to talk as though he wasn't getting a neck rub. Tristan leaned over and unbuttoned Damon's shirt, taking it off. Then taking out the bottle of oil from his pocket, he poured a generous amount into his palm and started giving Damon a massage to die for.

Damon couldn't help the moan that tore out of him. God, Tristan's hands felt good. And his cock was quickly standing to attention.

"You okay Damon?" One of the participants asked? Tristan thought his voice sounded familiar but couldn't place it.

"Yes I'm okay Chris. But what is the stand of GAGA in all this? Are they going to partner Lim-Lor? They should let us know whether they are okay with the setup or prefer something else." Damon spoke in a slightly husky voice. He was so hard.

Tristan continued what he was doing, pushing Damon slightly forward so he could work on his back. When he was satisfied that he had done a good job on Damon's back, Tristan came around and threw a leg across Damon's thighs, straddling him. But before he could even bring his hands up to touch Damon's shoulders, his lips were being attacked. 

After a momentary surprise, Tristan's mouth opened to take Damon's exploring tongue, one hand cupping the back of Damon's neck, holding him to the kiss, while the other journeyed to Damon's chest to play with his nipple. Damon's gasp of pleasure was swallowed by Tristan, who drank in Damon's kiss like a starving man. 

Tristan broke off the kiss and shoved his face into Damon's shoulder, trying to squelch his moans. He grinded himself on the huge erection he could feel in Damon's jeans, making Damon throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Tristan slid off Damon's thighs and knelt between his legs, his hands working the button on Damon's jeans. He pulled out his pulsing cock from the restraining material, rocked forward and sucked Damon's cock deep into his throat...to the hilt.

"Fuuuuuck!" Damon roared. "Are you kidding me? Shit, I'm gonna—damn." 

Tristan closed his eyes as the first burst of cum hit the back of his throat. He couldn't even taste it as Damon was so deep down his throat, all that cum was probably pouring directly into his stomach. He smiled around the pulsing cock inside his mouth, feeling smug. Finally, he had been able to take all of Damon into his throat. He swallowed repeatedly, drinking him down, relishing the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from Damon's chest.

Damon's hands were in Tristan's hair, his head thrown back in blissful abandon, sweat glistening on his abs. When Damon's cock stopped spasming within his throat, Tristan slowly slid his mouth up and down the still hard cock, pausing to lick at the last vestiges of semen in the slit. He kept sucking and licking, cleaning Damon off, not willing to give up that feeling of Damon's cock in his mouth.

The feel of Tristan's tongue sliding and rasping on Damon's cock, and the wet heat of his mouth was so fucking good, Damon thought he'd go mad. With a strangled cry, he pulled Tristan off his cock and slammed his mouth unto his, kissing him heatedly, mouth hot and wet.

"Oh Christ, Tristan." Damon breathed against Tristan's lips. "You're fucking amazing." 

"Damon..." Tristan gasped remembering the conference call. 

Then they both felt it...total silence.

"Shit!" Damon swore wondering what had just happened, where all the participants on the conference call had gone, had they been listening to Tristan send him into meltdown...

"You guys done?" Chris' amused voice came back on the link.

"Oh God, Chris..." Damon groaned.

"Don't worry. Thank your stars I figured out early enough what was going on. I cut the others off before they could hear anything...scandalous. Hey Tristan." Chris greeted.

"Hey Chris. What's up?" Tristan asked with a soft laughter, standing up to sit on the table.

"You tell me buddy. You two are crazy you know that?" Chris chuckled.

"Not my fault man." Tristan laughed.

"From what I heard, it was all you Tristan." 

"And why do you think that?" Tristan drawled. 

"The man can't even talk Tristan. Don't kill him man. I'll call you guys when you land. Have fun." Chris went off the line.

Tristan turned to look at Damon. He looked dazed. 

"Are you okay? You're shaking," Tristan murmured. Then he got off the table and drew a shaking Damon into his arms, his nose nestling in his hair. 

Damon wrapped his arms tightly around Tristan's waist and hanged on. There was no refuting Tristan's observation. Not only was he shaking, he felt confused. First of all, this was the first time ever that anyone had taken him down their throat to the hilt. And the time it had taken for him to cum...that was a first too. Damon really didn't know how the fuck that happened. One moment he was traveling down Tristan's throat, felt him swallow around his cock, and the next moment, he was coming. And coming had never felt this intense for him. 

"Hey." Tristan tilted Damon's chin up and looked into his eyes. "Better?"

Damon nodded, still not finding his vocal cords.

"Good. Now let me finish what I started. You are too tense. Come on." Tristan drew Damon out of his chair and turned him around to sit on the table. Then he gently pushed him back till he was lying on the board table, laughing softly when Damon hissed from the cold.

Tristan hooked his fingers into the waistband of Damon's boxer briefs and slowly pulled it down together with his jeans. Thank God Damon had already taken off his boots. When Damon was magnificently naked, Tristan proceeded to pour more oil into his palm and started to massage his abs. From the moans and groans coming from Damon, he knew was doing a good job. When he got to his stomach and hips, he didn't touch Damon's erection which was pulsing as though he hadn't just orgasmed. He moved to his thighs.

"Tris please." Damon groaned. "And aren't you wearing too many cloths?"

Tristan laughed and swiftly removed his t-shirt. "Better?"

"No. Lose the pants."

Tristan unzipped his jeans pants but left it on and continued with kneading Damon's thighs. When he got to his toes, he took one into his mouth and sucked on it as though he was sucking a lollipop.

"Christ!" Damon's body jerked. He made to get off the table but Tristan pushed him back. Then he proceeded to massage his feet.

Tristan released Damon's feet and slowly took off his own jeans and boxer briefs. His hard cock slapped against his tummy, the tip wet with pre-cum. He took hold of Damon's thighs, and pulled his arse to the edge of the table. Then taking his hard cock into his slick hand, started stroking him slowly.

"That's it baby. Feels so good." Damon's eyes closed.

Tristan leaned over Damon and latched onto his nipple with his teeth. He bit, soothed and sucked until Damon was writhing on the table. With Tristan's thumb and forefinger working on the other nipple, and his other hand stroking that big pierced cock, Damon was delirious with pleasure. Tristan released the nipple from his mouth and took Damon's lips in a sizzling kiss that left him breathless. In that position, Damon could feel the tip of Tristan's cock right at his entrance. Before Damon knew what he was doing, his mouth was moving.

"Fuck me," he whispered. 

Tristan stopped moving, "What did you say?" 

Damon gulped. "Fuck me. Please." 

"Are you sure?" Tristan asked huskily. Though he was shocked, he couldn't stop the surge of excitement that burst inside him or the heat that traveled up his spine at Damon's words.

"Well, it must be good if it can cause people to pass out right?" Damon grinned.

"You know, you really have to watch what you say to me right now you asshole. I could destroy this arse and there's nothing you can do about it." Tristan gave a mock scowl. Damon was obviously never going to allow him to forget when he had passed out after their very first fuck.

"Do your worst." Damon husked.

Tristan started stroking Damon's cock again."Ever bottomed?"

"What do you think?" Damon said shaking his head no. "There's a first time for everything right? And who better to initiate me into it than the love of my life? You're up to this aren't you?"

"Hell yeah. I learn from the very best." Tristan drawled and without warning, leaned down and took Damon into his mouth. This time, he sucked just the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the barbell inside his piercing.

"Oh God." Damon breathed. 

Tristan moved down and took in his balls, slurping and sucking on them, drawing more moans from Damon. Then taking the seat Damon had been sitting in earlier, Tristan grabbed Damon's legs and pushed them up, exposing his virgin puckered hole. Then tentatively, Tristan licked that twitching hole. 

"Oh fuck!" Damon exploded.

Tristan tongued Damon's hole, loving his ecstatic moans. Damon bucked, squirming, wanting more. He almost lost his mind when the tip of Tristan's tongue speared inside. 

"Tristan...God, please." 

Tristan tongue-fucked him so sweetly that he thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was writhing on the table, moving back onto Tristan, needing more. Damon couldn't breathe, was past speech, the sensations too intense for him to articulate anything. All he could feel was Tristan's tongue fucking him, and then Tristan's hand was moving up to grip his cock, stroking in time with the sucking and licking.

"Oh, God yes!" Damon moaned, willing himself not to come.

Then Tristan's tongue was being replaced by a finger. Damon gasped. Tristan took his time. Never going too fast and Damon appreciated it. Then he was adding a second finger, pegging Damon's gland again and again until he thought he'd go crazy.

"Tris just...please fuck me already." Damon groaned, spurting so much pre-come.

Tristan added a third finger and felt Damon tense. He wanted to ensure that Damon was open enough to take him. Though he wasn't as big as Damon, he knew he was big.

"I'm sorry," Tristan whispered. "Just a bit more, okay?" he asked as he slowly stretched Damon's entrance.

When he thought Damon was stretched enough, Tristan pulled out his fingers and stood up. Damon felt the tip of Tristan's lubricated cock at his entrance and took a deep breath.

"You know what to do." Tristan said softly looking into glazed blue eyes. Damon nodded and pushed out as Tristan entered his body. His heart was racing, his prick rigid between them as he gave up control to Tristan.

"God you're so tight." Tristan gushed.

"Fuck. Damn." It hurt. More than he'd expected. But then Tristan wasn't small. He had a pretty big dick. How the fuck was Tristan able to take his monster dick? He felt Tristan's jerky movements as he tried to control himself. "Hey I know what you really want to do...slam inside. Don't!" Damon growled. 

Tristan laughed shakily! "Twerp! Yeah I want to do just that. But I'm not gonna."

Tristan pulled out ignoring Damon's protests. He poured more oil to slick his cock and started to push back in. He eased in more, an inch at a time till he was fully seated within Damon. 

"Are you okay?" He asked in a strained voice.

"I'll live." Damon's voice was tight with equal strain. He couldn't begin to describe the feeling of fullness and completion.

"Breathe Damon." 

"Fuck you." 

"I'm gonna do the fucking this time thank you very much."

Before Damon could answer, Tristan leaned down and took his lips in a kiss so sensual, Damon totally forgot about the pain and started moving, losing any ability to restrain himself as his hips started lifting of their own accord.

"Move." Damon groaned.

Tristan eased out of his body and slid back in with ease. On the second stroke, he hit Damon's gland and he went crazy.

"Oh God, Tris."

Damon's balls drew up tight, his cock ached and he thought his entire body was going to explode with the fire ripping through him as each thrust grated over his prostate. Goose bumps rose on his skin and he shuddered and gave a low, incoherent moan. 

"Ah fuck, this is amazing," Damon gasped. 

Tristan slid out slow and then pushed back in hard and fast. He didn't say a word as he rocked, his cock moving inside Damon just enough to nail his gland and make him whimper. He straightened, braced his hands on Damon's hips and set a hard pace. Damon met him with each stroke, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure as Tristan's dick kept brushing over his button, sending fireworks dancing over his nerves. It felt so good.

"You're so fucking tight." Tristan panted, slamming home again, seating his prick deep inside Damon. "God, you feel so fucking perfect. Still okay?" he asked and earned a nod in return. 

They fell into a natural give and take, the only sound the slap of skin and the heavy, rasping breathing of hard sex as they both took what they wanted, what they needed, from the other.

Tristan's thrusts slowed down, his eyes holding Damon's as captive as his body. Damon couldn't look away. He felt captivated, felt so much love he gasped and contracted around the cock ploughing into him. Then Tristan leaned over him, burying his face against Damon's neck.




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"I want to stay in you forever." Tristan gushed. "I love you so fucking much."

Damon's heartbeat quickened at Tristan's words, his body tingling. "Same here Tris. Same here." 

With a moan Tristan slammed his lips unto Damon's and moved his hand between them to take his cock in his slick palm. Tristan milked that cock! He hammered into Damon, shoving deep inside him, causing Damon to cry out as a powerful orgasm tore through him.

"I got you baby. Come for me." Tristan husked against Damon's lips. 

"Tris!" Damon cried out and shot, his seed coating his stomach and Tristan's hand, his hot channel contracting exquisitely around Tristan. 

Tristan didn't stand a chance against that delicious squeeze...he came a second later with a hoarse cry, his face buried against Damon's neck. Damon wrapped his arms around Tristan. As limp as he felt, he still did not let go of Tristan. It was several minutes before either could speak.

"Tristan Thomas," Damon whispered. "What are you trying to do to me?" He brushed Tristan's sweat-damp hair from his face and waited for him to open his eyes. 

"I could ask you same." Tristan murmured. "Are you okay, love?" he asked with concern, rolling off Damon to curl against his side. "It wasn't too much for you?"

"I'm okay." Damon flashed that sexy grin which always made Tristan's heart soar. "That was fucking fantastic, Tris. No wonder you like this." 

Tristan propped his head on his hand and looked down at Damon, a very satisfied smile hovering over his lips. He couldn't help but feel a rush of triumph on how he'd been able to reduce Damon to a quivering mass.

"Don't look so smug, you fucker," Damon laughed and snuggled into Tristan's warmth. 

"You're so fucking sexy like this." Tristan said huskily and leaned down to kiss Damon tenderly. Then he rolled over onto his back beside Damon with a smiled, feeling utterly boneless. "Gonna fucking kill me, Damon." Tristan's voice was lazy and satiated." 

Damon chuckled. "Oh, stop your whining. You weren't the one who was just folded damn-near in half and drilled into the boardroom table...and in the sky of all places too." He tossed back. 

A dark eyebrow arched. "Are you complaining?" Tristan asked with laughter. 

"Hell no." Damon's blue eyes stared at Tristan from behind heavy lids. "That was simply awesome, baby." His full lips parted in a sensual smile. "I don't think I'll be able to sit down for a week though." 

"You'll be fine. I don't want you scaring the French with any funny walk so I didn't stay inside you for long like I really wanted to." Tristan chuckled. 

"Oww how sweet." Damon drawled.

"Fuck you." Tristan laughed.

"You just did." Damon joined in the laugher.

"Okay I need to celebrate. I just got inducted into the Mile-High Club."

"Yep. Welcome to the club." Damon drawled.

Tristan knew this wasn't the first time Damon had had sex on a plane but that didn't stop the obvious from hurting. Maybe it was the way Damon had casually admitted to it with his last statement. It made their encounter come off as one of the others and part of him was suddenly insanely jealous. Tristan sat up, got off the table and started dressing up. He knew he was being silly but couldn't help it.

Damon sensed the change in Tristan but couldn't tell what had brought it on. He thought Tristan would give him something to clean himself with at least but it looked like he was rather getting ready to leave the boardroom.

Deep blue eyes flickered as Damon's gaze raked over Tristan, giving away nothing of what he thought about what was going on. He got off the table, wincing at the slight discomfort. To think there was no tub on the plane to soak in. Shit! Great time to be adventurous.

"So is there anything I'm supposed to do?" Tristan asked in a tense voice. "What do your partners usually do after a mile-high dose?" Tristan couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice.

Damon wasn't going to dignify that question with an answer so he rather ensured there was no mess on the table, and then concentrated on dressing up. His heart sunk when he heard Tristan open the door and leave. What the fuck just happened? He never said he was a saint. Was he going to be punished for his past? How about him? Was he supposed to get pissed off at Tristan's past too? Tristan was being childish. Damon thought it was about time he grew up. And if it was the last thing he did, he was going to see to that. 

He totally ignored Tristan.

***

When Damon entered the executive suite, Tristan was lying on the queen size bed reading a magazine. Damon stripped quietly and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back in, he dressed in a grey cargo pants, black polo shirt and sneakers. Then without a word to Tristan, he went out of the room. He was hungry so he headed straight for the dining room. Alma served him delicious mustard-stuffed chicken with parmesan-roasted potatoes and a bottle of red wine. Though Damon enjoyed his meal, he knew he would have enjoyed it more if he had eaten with Tristan.

"Mr. Reid, will Mr. Thomas be coming to eat soon?" Alma asked Damon. "Should I start preparing something for him?"

"Tell you what Alma, why don't you go ask Mr. Thomas? Maybe he's ready to eat." Damon replied with a smile.

"I'll do that Mr. Reid." And with that, Alma left for the suite.

At the door of the suite, she knocked, and not hearing any answer, entered. Tristan was not in the room but Alma could hear the sound of the shower.

"T.T.?" She called out.

"Alma?" Tristan responded from the bathroom. "What's up?"

"Should I prepare some food for you?"

After a moment of silence, Tristan answered. "No thanks. I'm okay."

"Alright see you later then." Alma said and left the room.

"Shit!" Tristan swore. He just wasn't in the mood for food right then. He was feeling too guilty to be able to keep anything down. He had fucked up real bad. Even as he opened his mouth to ask Damon that silly question, he knew he was out of line. He had to apologize to Damon.

After the shower, he dressed in a sexy sports shirt and black jeans, remembering how hot Damon had looked in that outfit he had dressed in after his shower. He had fought the urge to get off the bed and throw himself into Damon's arms, where he so desperately wanted to be. Damon didn't look like he would have accepted it. Hell, HE wouldn't have accepted it. 

Just as Tristan was thinking about how to apologize for his silly attitude, the door opened and Damon entered. Without looking in Tristan's direction, he toed off his sneakers and slid into bed.

"Damon?"

"Un-huh?"

"I'm sorry." Tristan said simply.

Damon looked at Tristan's remorseful face for a while and patted the space beside him. "Sit."

Tristan sat on the bed. 

"Tristan," Damon begun softly, "How would you have felt, if I had acted like how you had?" 

Tristan raked his fingers through his damp hair in frustration. "Damon I'm sorry."

"No seriously. I want to know. How would you have felt? And especially, if I had acted as such right after I'd fucked you?" 

"Shit!" Tristan groaned. "Pissed, hurt...I would have been devastated." Tristan finished in a whisper. 

Damon decided he didn't like the shattered look on Tristan's face. He just couldn't stand it. After all, Tristan was obviously regretful for how he had acted. Damon wanted his cheerful Tristan back, wanted the playful, witty Tristan back. And what better way to do that than make light of the situation...

"Good. I'm human then. 'Cause I couldn't help but cry in the shower earlier. Thought for a moment I was coming down with something." Damon said.

"Oh God, Damon." Tristan looked stunned for a moment, and then he threw himself at Damon and buried his face against his neck, chanting 'forgive me'. If he had looked at Damon's face, he would have realized he was only joking.

When he felt Damon shaking he almost died, thinking he was crying again. He raised his head up from Damon's neck and gasped when he realized Damon was rather laughing.

"What..." Tristan sat up.

"I was just messing with you dude. I didn't cry. God, you should see the look on your face." Damon howled with laughter.

Tristan had to take a moment to process what was going on. He had been pranked. Damon actually thought this was funny? Tristan saw red. 

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Tristan bellowed.

That got Damon's attention. He stopped laughing and looked at Tristan. Had he really just shouted at him? And why the fuck was he looking all furious? Damon flipped!

"No, no, no Tristan, you don't get to go Hulk on me at this point. 'Cause I have every right to get on your fucking nerves. What you did was a shitty thing to do. Have I quizzed you about your past fucks? Why should mine be an issue?" 

Damon was getting worked up. He sat up and stared Tristan down. "I'm just as human as you are Tristan. And you mustn't do to me what you wouldn't want me to do to you. Hell, I've never treated you with anything but care after sex. Don't I deserve same? Do you have any idea how I felt when you left me like that?" Damon whispered. All the hurt he hadn't acknowledged in the boardroom surged through him. "I've never been this hurt in my life."

Tristan felt so much shame and guilt he just wanted to die. "I'm so sorry." His voice was small, contrite.

"Oh and one more thing...grow the fuck up!" Damon said in a hard voice.

Tristan couldn't explain the emotions running through him at that point. He knew what he did was wrong but Damon's last comment hurt more than he cared to admit. Possessiveness and jealousy had obviously driven him to act as he had. Not to justify how he had acted, but as far as he was concerned, anyone could be jealous. It didn't make them immature did it? He didn't think he had a right to point that out though...taking into consideration the fact that he had acted badly. 

Damon saw how defeated Tristan looked and immediately regretted his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to be too hard on Tristan. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

"Can we just please forget this and move on?" Damon's voice was quiet.

Tristan nodded slowly, staring down at his fingers. "Yes." His voice was low, quiet. Hoarse.

"And just for the record, yes I have fucked on a plane...or two. But not on this one. This is a first." Damon said.

Tristan shrugged. "It doesn't matter whether you have or not. I was out of line and I'm sorry." 

Damon had a feeling Tristan didn't believe him. "Tris, I do have another private jet besides this you know. This, I didn't want to do stuff like that on 'cause I didn't want to disrespect the memory of my dad. With you...it's different. I'm not doing this with one of my flings. I want 'forever' with you Tristan. So I don't see it as disrespecting. Besides, you didn't give me the chance to say no anyway." Damon added, tongue in cheek.

When Tristan didn't give a witty comeback as he would usually do, Damon got worried and reached for him. 

"Hey come here." Damon drew Tristan to him and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry baby." Damon said quietly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Tristan murmured into his chest. "I'm just appalled at the way I treated you. I'm so sorry."

"Apology accepted. I'm sorry about the way I spoke. I guess it was either that or tear up. Forgive me please." Damon said softly. "But if you ever do that to me again, I'm gonna whoop your arse." Damon growled.

"Never again." Tristan whispered, looking into Damon's eyes. "How are you feeling?" His voice was filled with concern.

Damon grinned. "I'm okay, thanks for asking. You know I was only kidding about whooping your arse right? I can never do that. I love you Tris." 

Damon leaned forward to kiss Tristan lingeringly.

"I love you too Damon." Tristan breathed when his lips were released. "And you can't whoop my arse baby. I'm a black belt." 

Damon barked with laughter, glad Tristan was sounding like his usual self again. "I'll try and remember that." He nuzzled behind Tristan's ear, tightening his arms around him. "God, you smell divine. Hungry?" 

"Famished." Tristan sighed, feeling pangs of hunger.

"Wait here." Damon said getting out of the bed but Tristan's voice stopped him before he could leave the suite.

"Hey Damon..." Tristan said softly. "Seriously, are you okay? I...I saw you wince when you came to lie down and just now when you were getting off the bed too. I know there's no tub in here but I could..."

"Tris, I'll live."

"Don't be stubborn Damon."

"Relax. We can take care of me when we land."

"I'm so gonna laugh at you if you walk funny when we land." Tristan's tone was one of wry amusement.

Damon flipped Tristan off and left the suite to Tristan's howls of laughter.

When he came back, he had Tristan's food and a bottle of Hennessey with two glasses on a trey. Damon striped off his cloths leaving just his boxer briefs and then did same for Tristan. Then he fed Tristan, kissing him in between bites. By the time the food was finished, half of the bottle of Hennessey was gone. 

Tristan moved to lie on top of Damon, kissing him slowly and gently, his lips soft and full, teasing and playful. Slowly Tristan began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as the motion of his lips. Damon felt himself stir and moaned deep in his throat, deepening the kiss. Their tongues explored and tasted and their boxer briefs soon became wet with their pre-cum. The plane shook suddenly, then dropped but the two lovers didn't even feel it. They were so lost in each other. Tristan sat up and straddled Damon, grinding their cocks together through their boxers. 

"Fuck baby." Damon was going out of his mind with pleasure.

Tristan pulled off his boxers to release his weeping cock, and then he pulled off Damon's. Leaning to the side, he pulled his duffel bag to him and took out a tube of lube. He opened it and squirted some onto Damon's cock. Then he stroked that big beautiful cock, spreading the lube all over it. Whilst stroking Damon's cock, Tristan coated his fingers and spreading his legs wide, he allowed his finger to breach his hole, lubing himself up. It was hot! 

Damon just watched him, breathing hard. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Tristan's parted lips, flushed cheeks, and heavy-lidded gaze. He'd never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life.

"Baby if you keep that up, I'm gonna come." Damon murmured huskily. 

Tristan added another finger, going in and out of his body, stretching himself for Damon.

"You're trying to kill me." Damon whispered. The combination of the feel of Tristan's hand on his cock and the sight of Tristan fucking himself was too much. His body was perilously close to sensory overload.

Then Tristan was straddling Damon and lining his cock with his stretched hole. He slowly lowered himself onto it, gasping as the broad girth eased into him, pushing beyond the now-unresisting ring of muscle, till he had all of Damon inside him.

"Fuck!" Damon gasped, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

"God, I missed this." Tristan breathed, relishing the exquisite fullness with his eyes closed. It felt as though it had been ages since he'd had Damon's cock inside his body.

Damon watched Tristan's face for traces of pain, relieved when his lips rather parted in what could only be a smile of unadulterated satisfaction.

"F-feels so good, Damon." Tristan gasped brokenly. The feel of Damon inside him was absolutely exquisite.

They were both too desperate now for slow and gentle. Tristan fucked himself on Damon's throbbing cock like his life depended on it. He lifted himself up and then slammed back down, impaling himself on Damon again and again. He couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy anytime that wicked barbell hit his prostate. His cock leaked profusely between them as he met Damon's thrust with solid ones of his own. He knew he wasn't going to last long. 

"Close," Tristan moaned.

Damon looked up at Tristan's face, caught in the rapture of near orgasm, and his heart leapt in his chest. He burned that image into his memory, wishing he were an artist and could paint, so he could capture the way Tristan looked right then. He was simply breathtaking and Damon knew he was the luckiest man on earth to have the attentions of such a lovely creature.

"So beautiful," Damon whispered. "And all mine."

"Yours, Damon." Tristan panted, feeling claimed, overwhelmed, possessed by Damon...but never once wishing for an exorcism. "All yours."

Damon reached down to grab Tristan's arse, to hold him still while he fucked up into him, driving himself into Tristan with powerful thrusts of his pelvis. As he bucked and rocked against him, Tristan leaned down and started kissing him fiercely. They couldn't get enough of each other. Tristan moved down and latched onto Damon's nipple, sucking firmly.

"Oh fuck baby." Damon breathed, his voice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.

Damon's body felt as if he were on fire and he knew that his own release wasn't far off. His hips jackhammered against Tristan's, moving faster, bringing them both closer to the edge.

When Damon felt Tristan bite down painfully on his nipple, he roared, surged up into him and held his cock deep inside Tristan, pressing that barbell hard against his prostate. The muscles at the base of Tristan's cock gave a hard spasm and he erupted with a cry, shooting his essence between them.

"Jesus!" Tristan's eyes squeezed shut as his body took its pleasure.

Damon gasped when he felt Tristan's channel grip him in hard spasms, squeezing his cock like a vise and knew he was going to blow. Then he saw Tristan sit up quickly and rotate on him to face his legs, with his dick still buried deep inside him. The feeling of Tristan's heat twisting around his cock during that rotation was just too much and he gave a tortured gasp as he felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm.

"Bend your knees." Tristan commanded urgently and Damon did, even as he felt his orgasm surge through him. Then Tristan leaned forward and reached for Damon's toes. Taking each set of toes in each palm, Tristan squeezed them hard, smiling when he heard Damon scream just as he felt his cock throb inside him, felt the warmth flooding him.

"Oh. My. God!" Damon couldn't stop screaming and coming as excruciating pleasure spiked through him.

Even as Damon screamed and thrashed beneath him, riding his intensely pleasurable orgasm, Tristan felt the exquisite sensation of Damon coming inside of him, felt the thick cock twitching, felt the vibrations against his gland...felt an unexpected orgasm grip him. 

"Oh Fuck," Tristan growled, his head thrown back in pure bliss as he shot between his stomach and Damon's thighs.

Still trembling with the aftereffects of his unexpected orgasm, Tristan forced himself to rotate on Damon again to face him. Judging by the look of undisguised bliss on Damon's gorgeous face, and the shudders that were still shaking his frame, Tristan knew he had achieved his goal. Lowering his head, he claimed Damon's mouth in a deep, melting kiss, conveying everything he was feeling at that moment. All the love, contentment, ecstasy, joy and lust he felt were conveyed in that kiss. Then Tristan's body went limp, a sweet tranquility washing over him as he collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap unto Damon. 

Damon was quiet. Too quiet. Wondering whether he was alright, Tristan raised his head to look at him, saw Damon's glazed eyes and moaned. Damon looked totally floored, looked like he was still out of it, trying to make his way back from wherever he was. He looked totally blissed out. 

Tristan touched his cheeks gently. "Hey, are you okay?" 

Damon nodded, struggling with the effort to keep his eyes focused. "That was the single most fantastic fuck of my life Tris." Damon's voice was barely more than a whisper. 




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Tristan chuckled, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah?"

"What the fuck was that Tris? What did...what did you do to me there? Fuck, that was...I don't know what the hell that was." Damon finally said.



Tristan laughed. "Liked it that much huh?"

"Liked it? Hell, you just blew my mind. I've never in my entire life felt anything like that before. I fucking loved it. God, what you do to me." Damon groaned.

Tristan laughed softly in his ear. "You're easy." He said sliding his mouth over Damon's collarbone and neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and licks. "Glad you loved it. You did say you had never been this hurt in your life. I...wanted to...to give you something else to think about. I'm very sorry Damon." Tristan added in a whisper.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. Just know that this has been a flight of firsts for me. And I'll cherish it forever. I love you." Damon said softly.

"I love you too." Tristan whispered. "You are my world, Damon." 

Damon's heart swelled. If it were possible, he fell even more in love with his crazy brat. "And you are mine," he choked with a tremulous smile. He leaned up and kissed Tristan soundly. His hands slid over Tristan's back and hips, clinging and stroking at the same time. He just couldn't stop touching him. 

"I hate it when we fight." Tristan said softly.

"We will fight once in a while. It will only strengthen us. And we can always look forward to the make-up sex. That was fuckingly brilliant baby."

Tristan laughed and yawned. 

Damon made to pull him off his cock but Tristan clenched his arse, refusing to move. "I want to sleep with you inside me please."

"Tris..." Damon groaned both in protest and pleasure as Tristan was still clenched around him. "You know what will happen if I stay in you for long."

"I don't care." Tristan said stubbornly. 

"Well I do. We can't both be walking funny in Paris."

"Just for a while Damon. Please." Tristan whispered.

Damon sighed. "Okay." He said reluctantly pulling the covers over them. "Sweet dreams love."

But Tristan didn't even hear him. He was already fast asleep, breathing evenly. Loving Tristan's weight on him, Damon turned his face into Tristan's hair, tightening his arms around him. To think he had actually planned on fucking Tristan's brains out on this flight. Looks like he rather got fucked senseless...and he loved it! He fell asleep surrounded with the heat of Tristan and with a smile on his face.



Fiery Heat Ch. 11



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

Damon smiled broadly when his feet touched the ground. Cole and Briana had similar smiles on their faces. They were both leaning against a sleek black limo, looking at Damon and Tristan walk towards them.

"Vous êtes les bienvenus Monsieur Reid." Étienne, Damon's care taker who also doubled as a chauffeur greeted, smiling happily at Damon. He started walking with them towards the parked limo. "Did you have a good flight?"

"We did Étienne, thanks." Damon extended his hand to give Étienne a firm handshake. "And how is everything back home? Adelaide and the children okay?" 

"They are very well Sir. Adelaide is not happy you are not going to stay at home this time around." Étienne said.

"I knew she wouldn't be happy with that. So I brought her extra Dove chocolates." Damon chuckled. "Tell her I said I've missed her delicious meals and will be coming over for dinner on Wednesday, with my friends."

Étienne laughed. "You know the way to my Adelaide's heart Mr. Reid."

"Of course I do." Damon laughed.

Damon's family owned a really big house in Paris, where he usually stayed whenever he visited France. Étienne and his lovely wife and two kids stayed on the property and ensured it was well catered to. This time, however, Damon had decided to stay on the luxury beach resort where Cole and Briana were staying. He knew it was going to upset Adelaide as she wouldn't get the chance to spoil him as she usually did on his visits to Paris.

"Finally." Cole boomed, reaching out to give Damon a big hug.

"Yep. We're here." Damon said turning to look at the beautiful Briana. "You, my love, are looking even more beautiful." He enfolded Briana into his arms, picked her up and twirled her around causing her to squeal in delight.

"I've missed you Damon. Couldn't wait for you to get here. At least now I can go out and have some fun." Briana gushed, breathless from being twirled around by Damon.

"He's been keeping you in bed huh? Told you you'd be happier with moi." Damon drawled, making Briana howl with laughter whilst Cole flipped him a bird.

"I hear I did you a favour by not taking you up on your offer." Briana said with a smile. "Shouldn't you be making introductions?" She said glancing behind Damon at Tristan who had his back to them. He was on his phone talking to someone.

"What exactly did you hear?" Damon asked reaching behind him to take hold of Tristan's hand to pull him to his side.

"Everything." Cole drawled. "Oh and Chris called this morning." His dark brown eyes were dancing with amusement.

Damon groaned. "You boys have nothing better to do I can see."

"Nope." Cole grinned.

"Bastards." Damon murmured making Cole burst into laughter.

Damon realized Tristan had finished his call. "Tris, meet Cole and Briana." Then turning his head to look at Tristan, he added. "And this is Tristan, my boyfriend. No scratch that...the love of my life." 

Tristan blushed slightly. He couldn't help it. Damon was looking at him in that way. "Hi." He said simply, extending his hand to Cole. But Cole surprised him by pulling him into his strong arms for a hug. Tristan realized Cole was very tall and muscular. Almost as tall as Damon. 

Then with an impish grin, Cole leaned down and gave Tristan a kiss on each of his cheeks. 

"That's how it's done here."

"No it's not, you asshole." Damon growled whilst Tristan laughed. 

Cole looked at Damon with even more amusement in his eyes. "Chillax Damon, you're acting like a caveman. And I'm loving it." His grin was downright roguish.

With a smile, Briana stepped into Tristan's arms for a hug too. "I've heard so much about you."

"Really?" Tristan asked, surprised. "From who?"

"Dean. He said you are both sweet and gangster. I wonder what that means. Oh and he also said," Briana lowered her voice so the others wouldn't hear, "you were so perfect for our Damon. I say you are gorgeous." Briana finished with a breathless laugh.

"Thanks. And you are a Miss World material. Ever thought of contesting?" Tristan asked with all sincerity, taking in Briana's lovely figure, her flawless tanned skin and her beautiful long black silky hair. Briana's excited laughter rang out on the tarmac.

"Alright you two, break it up already." Damon said to the two laughing youngsters. "I seriously need to get off my feet."

"Yeah about that, what's wrong with your leg Damon?" Cole asked. "Looks like you're limping."

Damon froze and glared at Tristan who was clearing his throat, obviously trying to stifle his laughter. "I just got off a very long flight dude."

"I know. I believe you were on that flight with Tristan. How come he is not limping? Is old age catching up with someone already?" Cole drawled.

"Fuck you." Damon couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped him. Tristan was obviously having a field day with Cole's observation. Oh he was going to pay for that!

They all got into the limo and headed for the resort.

***

"This place is paradise Damon. And this chalet is ridiculously lavish." Tristan sat on the bed and flopped onto his back, letting his eyes fall closed. "I'm bushed!"

"Hey, let's go get some breakfast before you fall asleep. Come on." Damon said reaching down to pull Tristan to his feet, tugging until they stood flush against one another.

Damon circled his arms around Tristan's waist and captured his bottom lip between his teeth. He bit it lightly and sucked it into his mouth sensuously before letting it loose. Tristan gave a lustful moan and rubbed himself against Damon, trying to draw their lips together again for a real kiss, which Damon playfully evaded. 

"Tease." He whispered against Damon's lips.

Damon chuckled and finally took pity on him. Sliding a hand into Tristan's hair, he kissed him soundly. 

"Can we go now?" Damon husked bumping Tristan's forehead lightly with his own. "Cole and Briana are waiting for us."

"Fuck, am I tired." Tristan groaned.

"I'll feed you if you're feeling too tired to do it yourself." 

"Fuck no." Tristan laughed, following Damon out of their elegant bedroom into their equally classy living room and then out onto the beach, where an array of dishes had been laid out. 

***

The food was delicious. Briana had been dumbfounded when Tristan spoke to the waitress in fluent French. So whilst they enjoyed their meals, she quizzed Tristan on how he could speak French so effortlessly, leaving Damon and Cole to catch up. 

"Growing up, my family used to visit Paris a lot." Tristan told Briana. "My mum loved it here. Her maternal grandmother was French. So my sisters and I were made to learn how to speak the French language. Whilst they struggled with it, however, I could speak it with cheeky ease."

"That's my genius." Briana teased.

"You have no idea the things I got away with just because I could speak French. All I had to do was remind my mother that I was her only child who would make her grannie proud." Tristan said with a mocking sort of wide-eyed innocence, causing Briana to throw her head back against her seat and laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh my God. You are nuts." Briana gushed.

"Honey, it was fun. And my sisters were so regretful they hadn't taken French serious. Hell I still do get away with stuff, thanks to French... 

'Young man, do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in?' 

'Am I? Remember the French revolution mum?' 

'Oww, come for ice cream my prince.'" 

Tristan mimicked an outrageous obviously made-up conversation between him and his mum making Briana roar with laughter. Tristan joined Briana to have a good laugh causing patrons to turn to look at them. Some were smiling and giggling as the two laughed contagiously. Cole and Damon stopped talking to stare at them.

"You two care to share?" Cole asked with a mock scowl.

"No we don't." Briana stuck her tongue out at Cole, squealing when he quickly leaned over and caught her tongue between his teeth. That squeal soon turned into a moan when Cole started sucking on it and finally kissing her till she was breathless.

"You asked for it girl." Damon chuckled, looking at the pair fondly. At least the pregnancy scare was over. Cole had called him three days earlier to give him the good news. "Okay Tris, we might as well leave. 'Cause for these two, kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases. They're not gonna finish anytime soon."

Cole started laughing against Briana's lips. "Shut him up for me will ya?" He said turning to look at Tristan whilst Briana blushed and laughed softly. "Knowing him, he wants some."

"I certainly do," Damon agreed with a shit-eating grin. "Asshole."

Tristan cracked a slightly mischievous smile and in a mockingly sincere voice, addressed Damon. "You have my permission to kiss her if you want to. Now, whether Cole will allow it, is another matter." 

"Smartass." Damon said whilst everyone laughed. "I thought YOU were going to give me some." Damon gave Tristan a sultry grin as he shifted in his seat, unconsciously betraying a bit of lingering soreness. 

Tristan noticed Damon's discomfort and couldn't suppress the mischievous grin that broke free across his face. But he knew he had to get Damon into a hot tub. Fast!

"Oh I am going to give you some alright." Tristan murmured. "But in bed 'cause I'm not going to be able to stop after a kiss." 

"Wow!" Briana gasped looking like she was going to swoon. She thought the pair looked simply hot together.

"Now if you guys will excuse us," Tristan said standing up, "I have to go...shut him up."

Everyone erupted into laughter.

The two couples went to their various chalets. Damon and Tristan needed to unpack and have a much needed rest. The plan had been to hit the latest club in town later that evening, but they decided it would be best if they just relaxed and hanged out as it was a working day, and rather go clubbing the following day, which was a national holiday in France. It would be more fun.

***

"Oh, fuck, this feels so good." Damon moaned. 

They were sitting in the Jacuzzi. Damon sat in the steaming hot water with his eyes closed and the back of his head against the mirrored wall. Tristan sat between Damon's legs with his back against Damon's chest and his head on his shoulder. Damon's legs encased Tristan, and his cock hit right at the cleft of his arse. 

"Welcome to the club." Tristan murmured.

"Real fuckin' funny, asshole," Damon chuckled, nuzzling his lips against Tristan's temple and squeezing him with his legs.

"Takes one to know one." Tristan deadpanned.

"Wiseass." Damon nipped him lightly on his earlobe making a delicious shiver pass through Tristan. "So, what do you think of Cole?"

"He's cool. I like him. And I love Briana already. She's beautiful and fun. Did you think I wouldn't like Cole?"

"I was hoping you would like him. He's my best friend after all. And no, I didn't think you would dislike him. After all, you did like even Dean." Damon drawled, drawing low laughter from Tristan.

"I did, didn't I? He's one crazy dude. You know he actually..."

But Tristan lost his train of thought and gave a loud moan when Damon stuck his tongue into his ear and fucked it, occasionally pulling back to swirl his tongue around the shell, and finally, sucking on his earlobe. Tristan got hard within seconds.

"Damon..." A breathy moan escaped Tristan's lips.

Damon pushed Tristan to stand up. Then he turned Tristan around to face him, keeping his pulled up knees between Tristan's legs. Then he made Tristan sit on his knees, still facing him. In that position, Damon was face to face with Tristan's hard dripping cock. He leaned forward and swallowed Tristan's cock into the heat of his mouth. 

"Ahhh..." Tristan moaned, his hands going into Damon's short hair.

After giving each other a couple of earth-shaking blowjobs, they fell into bed and slept till it was time for dinner.

***

Damon smelled the coffee before coming fully awake the following morning. When he opened his eyes, Tristan was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

"Coffee." Damon murmured.

"Sit up." Tristan instructed.

Damon stretched his arms and legs, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, displaying his sexy abs and six-pack. The covers, which had dropped to Damon's lap, tented with his morning wood. 

Tristan swallowed, feeling his cock begin to stir within his pants. He shook his head and forced himself to focus on Damon's face. With a sigh, he handed the coffee over to Damon. 

Damon moaned when he took a sip of the dark brew. "God, this is good. Aren't you going too early?" Damon asked taking in Tristan's sexy dark green Henley shirt and cargo pants. He looked sexy as fuck.

"It's half past nine, Damon."

Damon's eyes widened. "Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, taking another sip of the coffee. Another moan slipped out of his throat at the delicious taste of the coffee, and Tristan's cock responded as if that sound had been hummed right against his flesh.

"I just did." Tristan said huskily. "Listen, if you keep that up, I won't be able to leave."

"Keep what up?" Damon asked looking genuinely confused.

"That sound you keep making." Tristan said as he took the mug from the hands of a still confused Damon and placed it on the bedside table. Then he crawled over Damon to straddle his lap and crushed their lips together.

Damon groaned, a sound rich with longing and arousal as he met Tristan's kiss with a force of his own. His arms went around Tristan to hold him tightly as he devoured those sinfully kissable lips, grinding Tristan onto his morning wood.

Tristan gasped as he gyrated his arse on the bulge beneath him. Damon growled and held on to Tristan's waist, holding him down as he thrust up repeatedly as if there were no clothing between them at all. Tristan whimpered with need as he kept rocking in a sensual frenzy over Damon's cock.

"I want you," Damon growled against Tristan's lips as his fingers moved to the buttons on Tristan's pants. "I want you now, Tris."

Tristan moaned, so desperate to feel Damon driving inside him that he could do nothing but whimper and help Damon to unfasten his buttons. Tristan's pulsing shaft leaped free seconds later and he writhed beneath Damon's touch, inflamed. They were both gasping for air now, straining together, loins grinding into each other. 

Then they heard a loud knock. 

"Hello." They heard the contractor, who was coming to pick Tristan up, call out from the outer porch.

"Shit!" Damon groaned. He could feel his muscles trembling as he fought to control himself.

"Let's ignore him Damon." Tristan whimpered. "I can't go like this."

"Oh baby. I would want nothing more than for you to crawl right back in bed with me, but we can't." Damon said hugging Tristan tightly to him. "Now come on, let's get you decent." He dropped a quick kiss to Tristan's kiss-swollen lips and got off the bed with him.

Damon ignored Tristan's protests as he fixed his pants and straightened his shirt, dropping tiny kisses all over Tristan's face the whole time. "You look sexy in green." He murmured.

"And you look delicious naked." Tristan murmured right back, raking his gaze over Damon's gloriously naked body. "Sure I can't change your mind?" Tristan purred.

"Positive." Damon said laughing softly.

"Killjoy." 

Before Damon knew what Tristan was doing, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and drawing the pierced mushroom head of Damon's still erect cock into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Damon's hand automatically went to Tristan's head to hold him in place as he threw his head back in pleasure.

But just as suddenly, Damon couldn't feel the exquisite heat of Tristan's mouth again. He opened his eyes to see Tristan with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"You can think about that whilst I'm gone." 

And with a quick kiss to the lips of a still stunned Damon, Tristan was gone.

"The little fucker." Damon groaned and flung himself onto the bed. He couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of him though. He was defiantly going to miss Tristan. Tristan had made sure of that with that last move.

***

Tristan felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket and pulled it out to see he had a message from Damon.

'I'm aching for you.' The text stated simply.

Tristan's heart missed a beat. "Excusez-moi." He said to the men he was in the meeting with and went out to call Damon. Tristan had been horny since leaving the resort, thanks to the unfortunate interruption by the contractor that morning.

"Hey baby. Sup?" Damon's sexy voice melted Tristan, making him want Damon even more. 

"What are you doing?" Tristan husked.

"In the gym with Cole. We'll be leaving here soon. We're actually going to run back. How's it going over there?" Damon asked, wishing Tristan didn't have to work. "Tris, you still there?" He added when Tristan didn't answer his first question.

"Yes." Tristan croaked, imagining how hot Damon must be looking that very moment, with sweat running in enticing rivulets down his muscled, sensual body. Tristan felt arousal spiking through him, clouding his mind with want. His cock stirred a tent in his pants, forcing him to stifle down a moan. The picture of Damon's beautiful body and his handsome face materialized like a specter in front of Tristan's eyes, making him hunger for entwined bodies and hot, open-mouthed kisses. He wanted Damon. 

"Everything on track?"

"Yeah. Look I'll see you in a bit okay?" Tristan hanged up and hailed a taxi. He hadn't even noticed exactly how and when his legs had carried him out of the building. He wanted Damon and nothing was going to stop him from having him.

Damon looked at the dead phone in his hand, confused. 

"Ready to go?" Cole asked, drawing Damon's attention from the odd conversation he had just had with Tristan. He was sure Tristan was going to explain everything when he got back in the evening.

"Sure." The two friends started their run back to the resort.

"Come and call me when you guys are done man." Damon said to Cole when they eventually got to the resort.

"Will do."

"Oh and you two should take all the time you need." Damon smirked, his eyes alight with amusement. 

"Go suck a dick, Motherfucker." Cole retorted, laughing.

"Wish I could, Asshole." They each started towards their respective chalets, not seeing the taxi coming towards them from behind.

"Continuez à faire tourner le compteur." Tristan said to the driver and jogged into their chalet. 

Tristan took out his key card but realized that the door wasn't locked. With a shake of his head at Damon's carelessness, he locked the door behind him and walked straight into the bedroom. He heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom and started towards it without a pause, drawing his shirt over his head as he went. He paused briefly to take off his boots and socks, and then stepped into the shower, without bothering to remove his pants.

"What the fu..." Damon started when he felt someone enter the shower, the curse dying on his lips when he saw Tristan, shirtless, with his pants still on.

Before he could ask Tristan what he was doing back, his mouth was being attacked. "Next time, lock the fucking door Damon." Tristan murmured against Damon's lips and continued to kiss him hungrily. He was drenched within seconds.

Damon choked down a cry as he felt Tristan's hand on his rapidly hardening cock, and couldn't stop his hips from snapping up into Tristan's hand. "Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, Tris...."

They fought each other for domination of the kiss; lips, tongues, muted moans of desperation as their arousal began to flame out of control.




Fiery Heat Ch. 11



Tristan tore his lips from Damon's, his lips drawing a desperate line of kisses over Damon jaw, his neck, loving the helpless moans of pleasure erupting from Damon. He wanted him as hot, as out of control as he was. His teeth scraped along Damon's chin, his tongue peeking out to lick at Damon's lips. 

Damon opened his eyes to look at Tristan and Tristan's breath caught at the expression of lust, raw and bare in his eyes. 

"You drive me insane." Damon husked.

"The feeling is mutual baby. I couldn't concentrate. I had to come taste you." And with that, Tristan went down on his knees and took Damon into his hot hungry mouth.

"Holy fuck." Damon gasped, trembling as his fingers found their way into Tristan's hair.

Damon's grip tightened in Tristan's hair as he breathed harshly. Tristan's mouth slid over the pierced mushroom head, taking the full width into his mouth and sucking at it hungrily. His tongue laved the area just under the hooded edge of the head and he felt Damon jerk.

Damon cried out as Tristan sucked him back into his mouth, loving the way Tristan's hand caressed the length of his shaft, whilst the other, kneaded his balls. Tristan slurped at him, licking and sucking as his own hunger intensified. He loved hearing Damon make those uncontrollable pleasure sounds. It thrilled him. He wanted to feel the hard throb of him as he tightened for his orgasm. He wanted to taste him as he came. He wanted to...

"Enough," Damon cried out and jerked Tristan away, his hands on his shoulders as he pulled him up.

Damon's hands framed Tristan's face and his head lowered until their lips touched with a soft possession that stole Tristan's breath. He moaned helplessly into the kiss.

"I don't want to come inside your mouth Tris." Damon growled, his body shuddering.

"I really want to taste you." Tristan gasped roughly. "God, the taste of you makes me crazy."

"Not now baby." Damon said, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons on Tristan's pants, which wasn't an easy task, thanks to its soaked nature. 

"Okay let's make a deal then." Tristan voice was shaky with desire.

"I'm listening." Damon husked.

"Don't come in my arse. Come inside my mouth." Tristan murmured, kissing Damon lightly on the lips. 

"Damn baby!" Damon groaned. Just the thought of him finishing that way made him tremble. "You make me hot with just your words Tris. You hardly have to do a damn thing." 

Damon pushed Tristan's pants down with his boxers, dropping to his knees to take them the rest of the way off, leaving Tristan standing nude, wet and hard as a rock. Before Damon got back on his feet, he watched the drop of precum that grew at the tip of Tristan's cock. As it started to slide from the opening, he caught it on his tongue and licked at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. Tristan threw his head back and cried out.

A wild, animalistic lust surged through Damon, threatening to rob him of the little control that he had. He stood back up and turned Tristan around so that his back was flush against Damon's front. He dropped tiny kissed on the back of Tristan's neck as he reached for the bottle of oil on the shelf beside the shower. Slicking his fingers with the oil, Damon gently probed Tristan's tight opening. 

Tristan's hot channel immediately clamped down on Damon's fingers and dragged them deeper. He cried out as Damon's fingers moved inside him, stretching him, working the muscles, easing them into parting as he slid deeper and deeper. Damon pulled out his fingers, oiled his cock, and lined it with Tristan's lubricated hole. 

Tristan gasped, feeling passion surge through his veins as the pierced mushroom shaped head eased into his passage. Fiery pleasure began to build as he felt his muscles separate for the broad length pushing into it.

"Damon." Tristan whispered shakily. He wanted to scream, but barely had breath for a whisper.

"God," Damon breathed. "You make me so hot." 

Damon's voice was tortured as he held Tristan's hips still, worked his cock further into him.

Finally, he sank in to the hilt, his cock throbbing, held tight and hot by Tristan's channel as he writhed against the possession, squeezing his arse muscles. Damon cried out in pleasure, feeling the tight grip of Tristan's channel along the broad length of his cock. He knew if Tristan didn't stop tightening up on him, it would be over before it even started.

"Easy, Tris." Damon's voice sounded almost pained, beseeching.

"Fuck me, Damon," Tristan demanded, his voice hoarse. "Damn you, fuck me now."

Damon did just that. He started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but with the intense heat and pressure he was feeling, he couldn't keep it slow for long. He began to thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in as the water pounded down on them both. He could hear whimpers and grunts, wasn't sure if they came from him or Tristan and didn't care. 

Tristan was close, so close. His head rested on Damon's shoulder, one hand curled around the back of Damon's neck, his eyes tightly shut. He needed to come. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. His hand went to his leaking hard cock but Damon pulled it back, taking Tristan's nipple between his fingers and twisting it hard.

"Damon please." Tristan moaned brokenly. He felt he could not retain his sanity if he didn't come soon. He turned his face toward Damon, seeking his lips. With a groan, Damon slanted his mouth on Tristan's and kissed him fiercely. Tristan rocked back against Damon with a muffled moan, never breaking the kiss.

Then Damon's thrusts increased, his cock slamming in, retreating, stretching Tristan, making him insane with the hard bite of pleasure that followed each thrust, hitting that pleasure button with his barbell repeatedly. Tristan didn't stand a chance. He screamed as the tight coil of pleasure in his groin snapped, and ropes of cum shot out of his cock. Damon kept plowing into him, hitting his prostate throughout his climax, and he could do nothing but tighten around him further, his body trembling, shaking as agonizing, brutal pleasure ripped through him repeatedly. Tristan couldn't stop screaming. 

"I can't...Damon please." he cried out, fighting for breath, his voice ragged. He couldn't take anymore.

Damon's hips jerked spasmodically, his cock pulsing, throbbing. He buried himself balls deep in Tristan's arse, riding out the contractions of Tristan's muscles. A strangled scream erupted from his throat as his balls tightened up, signaling his impending release.

"Now, Tris." Damon roared as he quickly pulled out of Tristan.

Tristan turned around and got on his knees, just as the first shot of cum landed on his cheek. Quickly sliding his mouth around the glistening head of Damon's cock, Tristan caught the rest of the hard jets of hot semen on his tongue. He closed his eyes as cum spilled over his tongue in powerful bursts, swallowing repeatedly, drinking Damon down. 

Damon couldn't stop the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest. The magic feel of Tristan's tongue against his super-sensitized cockhead, the swirl of that hot tongue around Damon's barbell did amazing things to Damon's system. His hands tightened in Tristan's hair as he whispered Tristan's name repeatedly, the muscles of his thighs clenching and unclenching. Damon's breathing ragged as he trembled with the force of his mind-shattering release.

"Christ!" Damon gasped at the exquisite feel of Tristan's tongue at the still leaking slit. 

The only thing keeping Damon upright was Tristan's hands on his hips. He pulled Tristan up and buried his lips in his hair, shudders still raking his body as he fought to catch his breath. A shaky and flushed Tristan relaxed fluidly into Damon's arms.

"Tris?" Damon whispered his name as he brushed a wet tendril of hair from his closed eye. "Please tell me you aren't hurt, Baby. You said you couldn't but I was too far gone to stop. You okay?"

"Too much pleasure. No one has ever died of too much pleasure right?" Tristan murmured pulling Damon's head down for a ridiculously sweet kiss.

"Not that I know of." Damon chuckled. "That was mind-blowingly fantastic. Thanks."

"Hey don't thank me. I really needed that. I was so horny I was going out of my mind." Tristan murmured. 

"Slut." Damon laughed softly.

"And what does that make you? A slut lover?" Tristan asked going up on his toes to bite Damon on his nose, making him laugh harder.

After they both dressed up, Damon drew Tristan into his arms and hugged him tightly, his face buried in Tristan's damp hair.

"I have to go." Tristan sighed.

"I don't want you to go." Damon admitted petulantly.

Tristan laughed softly and raised his head to look at Damon. "There's a taxi waiting for me baby. I'll be back before you know it." He drew Damon's head down and dropped a soft kiss on his lips and then headed for the door. 

"Wait. You came in a taxi? Where's Étienne?" Damon asked in apparent confusion. He had asked his chauffer to go drive Tristan around so that the contractor could concentrate on other things. Damon followed Tristan into the living room.

"I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. I just hopped into a taxi and came here." He said over his shoulder, unlocking the door.

"Shit!" Damon stopped walking, suddenly understanding the weird phone conversation. "Wait." He started towards Tristan, moving like a predator, the look in his eyes...simply entrancing.

Tristan stopped with his hand on the slightly opened door and turned to look at Damon with a raised eyebrow. "What is..."

Before he could complete his question Damon swooped right down on him and crushed their lips together, delivering Tristan an open-mouthed, hot kiss. Damon slid his mouth more slowly over Tristan's, rubbing, tongue sliding between swollen lips and Tristan seemed to melt against him, groaning softly into the kiss.

"Damon, who's the taxi..." Cole trailed off when he saw the two men in a passionate embrace.

Neither man came up to even acknowledge his presence.

"Well, look who decided to take his time after all?" Cole drawled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door to look at Damon and Tristan kiss each other senseless.

Their mouths parted after a while, both of them gasping for breath, Damon set his forehead against Tristan's and slid his hand through Tristan's mussed hair.

"What the fuck was that for?" Tristan breathed against Damon's lips.

"Just...I love you." Damon whispered.

"I love you." Tristan whispered back, glancing back to look at Cole. "Do you guys get off on looking at each other kissing others?" He drawled.

Cole barked out with laughter. "That's the rule. Watch em till the squirm. Did it work?" He ginned at Tristan.

"Does it look like it did?" Tristan shot back. "You're welcome to watch anytime. Where's Briana?" Tristan asked opening the door to the porch. "Oh there you are." He said to Briana who was getting off her phone.

"Tristan." Briana rushed forward to give him a hug. "I thought you were going to come back in the evening."

"I thought so too." Cole drawled from behind Tristan. 

Damon's hand shot out and smacked Cole's arm with the backs of his knuckles. "Jackass," he muttered.

"Ow!" Cole cried out in surprise, rubbing his arm. Then he gasped out a laugh as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes alight with mischief. "So what are you doing back here so early Tristan?"

"Cole!" Damon growled warningly.

Tristan laughed. "I missed Damon. Came to check up on him." He responded with an easy smile.

"What happened to those things called phones?" Cole asked looking all innocent.

"Can't fuck through them." Tristan deadpanned.

Briana and Damon burst into laughter. "Happy now?" Briana asked Cole, who was torn between joining in the laughter and shaking Tristan's hand for that brilliant come back.

"Know what Tristan, I will be very happy if you could come with me to court one day. I really would love to hear your answers to some of the ridiculous questions asked in court.

"You lawyers are a bunch of clowns man." Tristan chuckled. "It's a good thing guns are not allowed inside the courtroom. Most of you would be dead."

"I know right." Cole roared with laughter. "But seriously dude, you actually came just to fu..."

"Shut up Cole." Briana hissed, glaring at Cole to Tristan's amusement. "Come on, let me walk you to the taxi Tristan. You have to come back early and have some rest before we leave for the club."

"Will do." Tristan said turning to give Damon a quick kiss.

"Great. We're going to have a blast. I hear it's the latest club in town and it rocks."

"Looking forward to it." Tristan said hugging Briana again before getting into the taxi which then sped off.

Cole watched Damon stare after the taxi forlornly and chuckled. "You know, I've never seen you this smitten. Feels great huh?"

"More than great man. I don't know how to describe it. It's...there really isn't a word to describe it. It's that feeling of waking up and thinking I'm the luckiest person in the world. It's a feeling I get in my stomach that's unexplainable. When I'm with him, I'm happy. I can't imagine not being with him." The words tore out of Damon. 

"It's called love Damon." Cole said softly.

"I know. I mean love is the only word that comes close to describing how I feel. It's just that sometimes it feels like even love is too inadequate to describe exactly how I feel about him. Do you understand me Cole?"

"I know what you mean. Not everyone gets that." Cole said looking at Briana walking towards them. "We got lucky."

"We sure did man."

***

"This is a really great place you have here Andre." Damon said above the noise in the club to Andre, the owner. They were sitting in the classy VIP section of the club with the owner, who happened to be a friend of Damon's. "I love the ambiance."

"Merci mon ami. I'm glad you like it." Andre beamed. 

"How long did you say it's been running?" Cole asked looking impressed.

"Just a month. And already we have a lot of regulars." Andre looked really happy.

"Come on, let's dance Tristan. I love this song." Briana said as she stood up to pull Tristan to his feet. He quickly drained his glass of tequila and followed her onto the not too packed dance floor.

Damon and Cole continued talking to Andre but their eyes followed the two, who started to gyrate to the beat, giving themselves over to the grinding beat of the music and the heady atmosphere of the club. Both men couldn't help but be amused at the attention Tristan and Briana were getting. With Briana looking very sexy in a hot white strapless cut-out mini dress and red high heels, and Tristan rocking a simple grey button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to right below his elbow, dark wash straight-leg jeans, and a pair of really nice shoes, they stood out in the crowd.

Their bodies moved sensually together as the music pounded through them. They looked like the perfect sexy couple.

"Wow!" Cole said, staring at pair. "That is some hot shit."

Andre groaned, his eyes stuck on Tristan. "Mon Dieu! My friend, your man is very sexy." His sexual preference was no secret.

"Hmmm." Was all Damon could say. Those sexy moves Tristan was making was creating a big problem. Damon was getting hard so fast it paralyzed him for a minute. "Fucking Shit!"

Cole laughed at the look of pure lust on Damon's face. "Dude, don't cream your pants please."

"You're an ass, you know that?" Damon grumped. 

Cole laughed and pushed back his chair. "What do you say we break up this party huh?" He was already on his feet, obviously just as affected as Damon.

"Hell yeah." Damon said causing Andre to bark out with laughter. 

Damon and Cole sandwiched Tristan and Briana between them and danced their arses off. 

After a while, Damon put his arms around Tristan and pulled him close. When they touched, Tristan felt Damon's erection pushing against him and gasped. He looked up into Damon's eyes, seeing them wild, glazed over with need. 

"You, my love, are one horny bastard." Tristan said laughing softly.

"And do you blame me? Are you going to make it better?" Damon purred into Tristan's ears.

With a moan, Tristan press tighter against Damon and wound his arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a fiery kiss. And right there on the dance floor, in front of all those people, they claimed each other. Holding Damon's head by the back of his neck, Tristan just thrust his tongue down his throat as they grinded against each other. Damon got his hands on Tristan's arse and they practically humped each other on the dance floor, only their pants keeping them from actually fucking right there. 

Damon broke off the kiss and sucked erotically on Tristan's lower lip. He heard someone moan beside him and turned to look at who it was. It took him a minute to realize that it was actually Andre. He was dancing with a young man but his eyes were fixed on Damon and Tristan, the lust in their grey depth, unmistakable. Damon grinned and gave him a wink before turning to face Tristan.

"Love you." Damon whispered against Tristan's mouth. 

After dancing for a while, they went back to their seats.

"Where are Cole and Briana?" Tristan asked Damon.

Damon gave a chuckle. "Knowing those two, they're probably fucking in the restroom or in one of those dark corners in the club."

"Good for them. I need a drink." Tristan looked at the bottles of assorted drinks on their table trying to decide on which one to take.

"More tequila? Or you want something else?" Damon asked.

"Courvoisier." He said reaching for the bottle but Damon beat him to it and poured some for him, just as Andre and the young man he was dancing with, joined them.

"Tristan, you are a very good dancer." Andre looked at Tristan intently, unable to suppress the want in his eyes.

"Thanks Andre." Tristan replied, sounding amused. This was the first time a man, besides Damon, had expressed blatant desire towards him. He didn't know how to react to that.

"Great moves." Andre added, running his hot gaze over Tristan.

"Andre..." Damon began.

"Relax my friend. I know he's yours." Andre sighed, wishing Damon wasn't so serious about Tristan so that they could share like they had done in the past. 

"There they come." Tristan said looking at Cole and Briana approach their table.

"Andre, this place is the best." Cole said as they sat down. 

"We aim to please." Andre said.

"Have you guys looked around?" Cole asked Damon and Tristan. "They have some pretty great alcoves in the back."

"They do huh?" Damon couldn't help the teasing grin that broke out on his face. "What did I tell you baby?" He turned to ask Tristan.

"Go fuck yourself Damon." Cole said, one corner of his mouth tugging upward with amusement, and turning into a full blown laughter when Briana turned to hide her face against his neck.

"I'd rather fuck him thank you very much." Damon said pointing to Tristan.

Everyone at the table erupted into laughter.

"Don't we all?" Andre drawled. 

But just as Damon was about to turn to tell Andre just where to shove his fantasies, a raven haired beauty screamed Tristan's name, causing everyone at the table to turn towards her.

"Chloe!" Tristan looked surprised.

"I knew that was you. What did I tell you Raoul?" She addressed her companion and threw herself into Tristan's lap.

Tristan groaned. "Why here of all places? Hey Raoul." Tristan greeted the young man who grinned and waved at him.

"This is the place to be." She actually sounded drunk. "Why haven't you called to tell me you're in town?" Chloe gushed, winding her arms around the neck of a still surprised Tristan and slamming her lips on his.

"C'est quoi ce bordel." Andre exclaimed with shock.




Fiery Heat Ch. 11



Tristan tried without success to pry Chloe's arms from around his neck and break off the kiss to Damon's amusement. Briana's eyes were big as saucers, her jaw had fallen open as she stared at Tristan and the girl. Cole raised a brow, but other than that didn't utter a word. 

"I've missed you so much Honey." Chloe moaned, grinding her arse on Tristan. 

Tristan took advantage of his freed lips and quickly drew back his head, standing up to get a clingy Chloe to slide off his lap. 

"Chloe, will you listen to me?" Tristan tried to talk to the horny drunk beauty but she didn't look like she could hear a thing he was saying. She was clearly unaware of the turmoil going on inside Tristan.

"Dance with me Tristan." She started pulling him to follow her.

"Hey stop. I don't wanna dance." Tristan held back.

"Please." Chloe whined, still trying to draw Tristan onto the dance floor.

"You know she's not going to take a no for an answer don't you?" Damon asked Tristan. "Just go dance with her."

"Non, Non, Non Damon. Vous faites une grosse erreur." Andre said shaking his head.

Tristan turned to look at Damon, trying to read from his eyes whether he was really okay with the situation even as Andre kept repeating that it was a mistake in French.

"Go on." Damon urged. 

Tristan allowed himself to be pulled unto the dance floor where a slow number was playing. Chloe's hands went around Tristan's neck and her head rested on his chest as they moved slowly to the music.

"Oww, young love." Raoul sighed, and then turned to walk away.

Briana excused herself to go use the bathroom and Andre went off with his companion to check up on something, but not before telling Damon exactly what he thought about him being okay with his man dancing with a girl who obviously had the hots for him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Cole asked Damon quietly. He hadn't missed the way Damon had stiffened at that idiot Raphael or whatever he was called's comment.

"Yeah." He said pouring a drink for himself.

After a while, Tristan came back to the table. He had finally succeeded in persuading Chloe to go home as she was drunk and needed to sleep it off. He had to take her to Raoul's car and promise to call her the following day because she was crying her eyes out. She felt dejected that Tristan had neither called to tell her he was coming to France as he usually did, nor had he called her when he actually landed in France. 

As far as Tristan was concerned, his relationship with Chloe, an American who lived and worked in France, was very simple. They were fuck buddies who like each other's company. They were in it just for the sex. They usually got together, only when Tristan came to France and even jokingly called themselves, 'the French Connection'. He therefore hadn't understood Chloe's clingy behaviour that evening, till Raoul, Chloe's best friend, had told him before getting into his car to drive Chloe home, that Chloe was madly in love with him. 

Shit!

He had always thought they understood each other. How the fuck had he not read the signs. Because now that he'd been told, Tristan could recall some of Chloe's behaviour, which had seemed rather odd to him at the time. Like the delivery that was made to him on his birthday. Chloe had sent him a bottle of HER favourite wine, accompanied with a fun card that had stuck inside it, her nude picture. The words in the card, which said something silly about a naked woman and wine, had made Tristan laugh. He hadn't read any meaning into it though it had been strange since he hadn't even known Chloe knew his birthdate. And there were all those recent phone calls which though wasn't the norm with the kind of relationship they had, Tristan had dismissed as no big deal. If he had really known how she felt, he would have broken things off a long time ago. 

Raoul has said something about Chloe hearing stories about Tristan that had devastated her. Tristan wondered what stories Chloe had heard. He entwined his left fingers with Damon's right and stared off into space. 

"Ready to go?" Damon asked in a hoarse voice, making Tristan squeeze his eyes shut briefly. Damon didn't sound like his usual confident self. "It's past midnight and you have to go to work in the morning."

"Yeah I guess." Tristan murmured.

***

Damon sighed and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was past three a.m. and Tristan was still tossing and turning.

With a sigh, Damon shifted closer to Tristan and slipped his arm around his waist and pulled him to his chest, spooning his front into Tristan's back. He leaned over to drop a kiss on Tristan's cheek and rested his head right behind his. Then threading his fingers through the backs of Tristan's, Damon whispered... 

"Sleep." 

Feeling the solace of Damon's arm around him, his breath fanning enticingly over the back of his neck, Tristan drifted into a peaceful sleep, leaving Damon to think about all that had happened the night before. 

***

When they got back to their chalet from the club, Tristan had explain his relationship with Chloe to Damon, and ask him what he thought was the best thing to do. But Damon had told him to sort it out himself, adding that he trusted him to do the right thing.

"Much as I want to tell you what to do, I'm not going to, because I don't want to influence your decision. It is obvious that you care about her. As you said, you two have been doing this for the past two years. That is enough time for people to get attached to each other. As for why you decided not to tell her you're in town, or coming, I don't know. But you have to put things right Tris. Whatever you decide, I will respect it. I just want you to be happy."

"You're doing it again Damon." Tristan had said, his eyes suspiciously bright.

"Doing what?"

"You're not fighting for me." His voice was hoarse.

"Baby..." Damon started but Tristan wasn't done talking.

"Whatever I decide, you will respect? You mean even if I decide to date Chloe, you will respect it...because you want me to be happy. Really?" Tristan looked angry, hurt and confused. 

Damon raked his fingers through his hair, groaning with frustration. "Don't put words in my mouth Tristan. That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I don't know shit." Tristan said tightly. He was already confused, thanks to Raoul's revelation, and Damon was not helping matters with his words. "And do you believe the crap that pours out of your mouth sometimes?"

"What the fuck do you want from me Tristan? I can't tell you what to do." Damon threw his hands up in the air. "I'm not your fucking keeper. There are some decisions you have to make for yourself. I don't have to like it, but I have to allow you to make your own choices as you 'sweetly' pointed out to me not too long ago." Damon added sarcastically, giving the word quotations with his fingers.

Tristan froze. So that was it. Damon was acting this way because he had told him after the plane crash, not to think for him. Was this even the same thing?

"Fuck you Damon." Tristan had said quietly, quickly grabbing a t-shirt and storming out of the bedroom. "Maybe YOU should grow up."

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Damon rushed out after him.

"None of your fucking business. After all, you are not my keeper." Tristan pulled on the t-shirt as he walked towards the door leading outside.

"You know what Tristan," Damon's voice stopped Tristan, "at a point in everyone's life, they have to face the consequences of their actions or inactions. You did go around fucking anything in skirt. I'm actually surprised you don't have a bunch of little Tristans following you around. Maybe you did something right after all."

That hurt. That hurt a lot. Tristan's eyes blurred. He quickly closed them and prayed for composure.

Damon continued in a deadly quiet voice. "Now this particular one has come back to bite you in the arse. Be a man and sort it out yourself. Is that so difficult to understand?" Damon's voice was low, throbbing with anger.

Tristan's green eyes flashed with temper. "You egotistical, arrogant son of a..."

"I don't believe insulting my mother is going to help this situation," Damon cut in. 

Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a humourless laugh. "You know what? You're right." Then he turned to go.

"Don't you dare walk out on me Tristan." Damon said stiffly, trying desperately to rein in his temper.

"Temper, temper," Tristan tutted with a shake of his head. "Tell me something Damon. Do you really want this?" Tristan flicked his forefinger between them, indicating their relationship.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Damon's deep, rough voice rang through the tension-filled air.

"Well whilst you're trying to get the meaning of that, let me try another question." Tristan snarled.

He wanted to lash back at Damon. To hurt him just as Damon had hurt him with his words. 

"It looks like you are in this for your personal agenda. Tell me Damon, are you an avenging angel for all those girls I fucked? You're here to give me a taste of my own medicine right? Maybe my punishment will be reduced as I made sure I didn't bring any little 'Tristans' into the world." Tristan said equally sarcastically, giving the word quotations with his fingers.

Damon groaned, seeing how badly his words had hurt Tristan and regretting it. "Tri..." 

"I'm not done you asswipe. You're obviously a very good actor. You're in this just for the business aren't you? Why not link the families together to strengthen the business? But all the girls are already taken. Oh, there is Tristan. I don't mind...I can fuck him. Anything for the bus..."

"You little prick." Damon whispered, his voice cold. "You might want to shut the fuck up before you say something you can't take back."

"I've got a better idea. I'm outta here." And with that, Tristan banged the door behind him and left Damon alone.

"Fuck!" Damon punched his fist into the living room wall in frustration. 

Damon couldn't believe it had come to this. Tristan made him so angry sometimes Damon had to suppress an overwhelming urge to shake him silly till his teeth rattled inside his mouth. But for the life of him, he couldn't understand why he'd lost his temper so quickly. Of course he hated the thought of Tristan choosing someone else over him. But he had faith in their love that Tristan wasn't going to do that. The last thing he wanted was to impose his will on Tristan. The last time he had tried to do that, Tristan had almost died. If Tristan was going to grow up, he had to be allowed to make important decisions on his own.

Damon's first thought that evening had been to forbid Tristan from ever talking to that girl. He wanted to lock both himself and Tristan in a box so that nothing in the world would touch them or mar their happiness in any way. But he knew that wouldn't be possible. 

And just like that, it hit Damon!

He had lost his temper and said all those hurtful things to Tristan because he was jealous. He had been jealous and angry right from the moment Chloe had flung herself into Tristan's lap and kissed him. Angry at Tristan. Shit! And that slow dance, with Chloe draped all over Tristan, making it no secret the two were intimate. It had been excruciating to watch. 

"Oh my God." Damon groaned, wishing he could take back all the mean things he had said to Tristan. 

Damon knew he had to apologize to Tristan but also knew that wasn't the right time as Tristan was too angry. He had to give him the time and space to cool off. Damon wasn't worried about Tristan being out on the beach because there were security personnel all over the resort and Tristan would be safe.

He still stood by his reason for not helping Tristan make a decision on how to handle Chloe though. He could rather show his love and support by allowing Tristan to decide what was best for himself, and by God, that was exactly how he was going to play this even if it killed him.

***

Tristan threw stones into the clear blue water, the moon brightening up everything beautifully. But he couldn't even notice the beauty around him. He was angry. Angry at Damon, angry at Chloe and most of all, angry at himself. 

He knew if Chloe hadn't been drunk, she wouldn't have acted as she had. But it was also obvious that the drink had made her bold to let him see just how strongly she felt about him. He was still surprised though because he had never given her reason to expect anything more from him than what they had. He had even told her more than once, that he didn't think he was capable of falling in love. 

Tristan smiled sadly. Look at him now. Irrevocably in love with a moron. 

Yes, he liked Chloe. A lot. He had never treated her as dismally as he had other girls. They got along very well and had fun together whenever he was in town. Now that he knew how it felt to be in love, Tristan felt bad about Chloe. He didn't know how he would survive if Damon didn't love him back. Tristan knew he had surprised Damon with all that rubbish that had spewed out of his mouth during their argument. He had only wanted to hurt Damon back. He was as sure of Damon's love for him as he was sure of his love for Damon. 

"Why did you have to go and do that Chloe?" Tristan muttered. 

He had to let her know his heart belonged to another, no matter how brutal it was going to sound. His heart belonged to HIM...

Damon! Now that was a name Tristan didn't even want to mention out loud. What the fuck had he meant by respecting his decision? Had he implied at any point, that he was going to choose between him and Chloe? He was supposed to be his boyfriend, his lover, his friend...right? And what do such people do? Help their partners make a decision, help them understand issues better, help them solve problems. And what does Damon do? Leave him in a lurch with some bullshit excuse. Well he was going to do this on his own. Damon Reid could go to hell for all he cared. 

By the time Tristan got back to the chalet, it was past two a.m. and he was still fuming. Damon was already in bed. He had gotten into bed beside Damon, and for the first time since they started sharing a bed, he didn't snuggle against Damon. He slept on his side of the bed and thought about all that had happened. What Tristan hadn't anticipated, was just how difficult it was going to be, to sleep without Damon's arms around him.

When Tristan felt Damon's arms go around him, he sighed, relaxed, and immediately went to sleep.

***

Damon wheeled the food trolley into their bedroom and sat beside Tristan on the bed. Tristan stirred and stretched, opening his eyes to look at a showered and dressed Damon.

"What time is it?" Tristan asked groggily, turning to look at the clock on his bedside table. "Shit!" He exclaimed swinging his feet off the bed.

"Relax." Damon held him back. "I spoke to the guys. Everything is running smoothly."

"Why didn't you wake me up dude? It's almost twelve noon for goodness sake. I have a job to do Damon." Tristan groaned.

"I love it when you go all workaholic on me. It's sexy." Damon grinned teasingly. "Come on let's eat lunch."

Damon started uncovering the dishes. And not only did they look good, they also smelt good. Tristan's mouth watered. After making a quick dash to the bathroom, Tristan came back and ate with Damon.

Throughout the meal, Tristan kept looking everywhere but at Damon. He wouldn't meet Damon's eye.

"Hey." Damon said reaching out to hold Tristan's chin, getting him to finally meet his eyes. "You okay?" 

"Yeah I'm good." But the look in Damon's eyes said he didn't think he was.

For some reason, none of them wanted to mention their argument. They both remembered all too clearly the pretty harsh words they had flung at each other and were not ready to bring it up. 

"So what are you planning on doing today, before dinner with Étienne and his family?" Damon asked, wiping his lips with a napkin. 

Tristan was silent for a long time, the only sound, his soft breathing. He had already finished eating. Finally, he breathed in deeply and muttered, "I have to go and see her Damon."

"Okay." Damon said, his voice quiet. "Relax for a while. I'll call Étienne to pick you up when you're ready."

Tristan turned his head to look at Damon and was shocked at the look on Damon's face. He looked scared shitless.

"Damon?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Damon whispered without hesitating. God, he was terrified.

"Good." Tristan stood up. "Now let's get this over and done with. I'm going to take a shower. Please tell Étienne I'll be ready to go in the next thirty minutes. Thanks."

Then briefly running his fingers through Damon's short hair, Tristan disappeared into the bathroom.

***

Translations:

Vous êtes les bienvenus Monsieur Reid -- You are welcome Mr. Reid

Excusez-moi -- Excuse me

Continuez à faire tourner le compteur -- Keep the meter running

Merci mon ami -- Thanks my friend

Mon Dieu -- My God

C'est quoi ce bordel -- What the hell

Vous faites une grosse erreur -- You are making a big mistake 



Fiery Heat Ch. 12



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

***

"Have you tried calling him?" Cole asked a worried looking Damon.

They were sitting on the beach after ten p.m. Tristan was still not back from his meeting with Chloe.

"I have Cole. It goes straight to his voice mail. Maybe he needs time. Maybe he's..."

"We both know Tristan loves you Damon. I haven't known him for long, but I know genuine love when I see it. He adores you. He wouldn't need that long a time to set whatever straight with that girl. You have to go look for him dude." Cole said, his voice stern.

Cole remembered his conversation with Tristan that afternoon when he met Tristan on his way out to meet with the girl. He had told Tristan in no uncertain terms what to expect from him if he dared to break Damon's heart. 

"So help me God, I'm going to thrash you to within an inch of your life if you dare break his heart." Cole had said to Tristan, his voice lethal as he stared Tristan down. "Oh and consider that as both a promise and a threat."

Cole had been surprised at the amused smile that had spread across Tristan's face. He thought he had managed to look frightening enough.

"Why the fuck are you smiling?" Cole had snapped.

"Finally." Tristan had said, shaking his head in amusement. "Finally, someone threatens me on his behalf. He will be thrilled to hear this."

"He's my best friend Tristan. I've known him for years. And I've never seen him this crazy about anyone. So I need to make sure you are taking this just as seriously as he is."

"Don't worry Cole. I'd rather die than hurt that jackass. I love him too fucking much. His is my life." Tristan started walking towards where Étienne was parked. "And guess what Cole, I do value my life." He threw over his shoulders.

Cole hadn't been able to stop the smile that spread across his face. Damon was in good hands and that was all that mattered.

Now sitting on the quiet beach looking at his friend, Cole was ready to bet on his life that Tristan wasn't doing anything deliberately to hurt Damon. There was a good explanation for his silence and absence. Maybe the battery on his phone had run down, maybe he was hurt somewhere, maybe he... There just had to be a good explanation for Tristan's MIA act.

"I don't even know where he went." Damon said quietly.

"Étienne drove him there right? Call him. If you don't, and anything happens to Tristan, you will never be able to forgive yourself Damon. Trust me on that."

Damon felt his heart begin to beat faster. What if Cole was right? What if something bad had happened to Tristan? Well, what if Tristan had decided he preferred to be with Chloe after all, and they were celebrating with a marathon of sex somewhere? What if..."

"Damon, snap out of it. Stop thinking too much and act. What is the worst that could happen? He prefers her so chooses her over you. Big deal!"

"What are you now? A fucking mind reader?" Damon muttered.

"I could see the wheels turning inside your stupid head by looking at your ugly face dude. You just have to move on if that happens. It will be difficult but you have all of us. We will help you get through it. But what if he needs you right now? Call Étienne now Damon."

"Okay I'm calling him." Damon said dialing Étienne's number. They were supposed to have gone to the house for dinner but had to cancel when Tristan was not showing.

Étienne picked up on the first ring. "Monsieur Reid?" He said too brightly for someone who was supposed to be sleeping. After all, it was late.

"Étienne, I need you to take me to wherever you dropped off Tristan please." Damon said.

"I'm at the parking area Sir. Ready when you are." The chauffer replied brightly.

"What? Why are you still here?" Damon sounded surprised.

"Let's just say I didn't trust the little Miss. I've been waiting for this call. Come, let's go bring him home Mr. Reid."

Damon laughed softly, feeling lightheaded. It looked like he was the only one who hadn't been thinking of going on a rescue mission. Did he have such little faith in Tristan? Well that stopped now.

"I'll be there in five minutes Étienne. Thanks."

"Want me to come with you?" Cole asked falling into step beside Damon.

"No. I got this. Thanks buddy."

"Keep me posted. And tell Tristan I said he had better have a good explanation for this ready before I see him in the morning." Cole said giving Damon a one-armed hug.

"Will do. See you later." And with that, Damon went to his room to quickly grab his wallet. 

"You better be okay Tris." He muttered under his breath.

***

"Wait here." Damon told Étienne, who looked like he wanted to follow Damon to the door.

Damon pressed the door bell and waited. And boy did he wait. After a really long time, during which he thought no one was home after all, the door swung open to reveal a flushed and disheveled Chloe. She was holding up the covers that was loosely wrapped around her, holding it against her breasts. She looked...freshly fucked. Damon's heart was beating so fast, he wondered whether he was having a heart attack.

"Uh-huh?" She said looking like she was irritated for being interrupted from whatever she had been doing.

"Hi, I'm looking for Tristan. Is he here?" Damon asked peering discreetly behind Chloe.

"And you are..."

"Damon. His boyfriend." Damon said, his expression, blank. 

"Oh. The boyfriend." Chloe smirked. "What do you want with him?" Her eyes flashed with disdain as she kept the door partially closed and leaned into the jamb.

"May I come in?" Damon asked tightly.

"It's best if you didn't." She said looking like she was trying to protect someone. Tristan!

Damon congratulated himself on his outward calm because inside, he was a quivering mess. His brain taunted him with images of his Tristan entwined with Chloe in a heated sexual dance.

"Please." Damon said quietly. "I promise this won't take but a minute."

"Suit yourself." She opened the door wide to allow Damon to enter. 

Damon couldn't help but notice Chloe's smug attitude. It was almost as if she had Damon right where she wanted him. He had a feeling something wasn't right but he couldn't put a finger on it. He steeled himself, waiting for his world to come crashing down around him. 

"You can make yourself comfortable." Chloe said.

"Thanks but I don't think that's necessary. Just call Tristan for me and I will be on my way." Damon said in a normal voice, not betraying the fact that he was confused and numb inside.

"Oh but you need to sit for what I'm about to tell you now that you're here." Chloe said sitting in the couch and tucking her feet beneath her.

"Go ahead and talk. I'd rather stand." Damon said folding his arms across his chest.

"Have it your way."

"What did you have to say? I'm all ears." Damon said casually.

"You know Tristan is not gay right? I mean I know you guys probably have sex so you probably think he is. Well he is not. I should know. I'm his girlfriend. You see...we love each other. Whatever he had with you, was just him being adventurous...a fling. So I will urge you...actually we will both be better off if you forget about him and move on. I know who you are. And I know you can easily manipulate and influence people to do what you want. Well, not this time. He is mine and that's how it's going to stay."

It took a while for Damon to realize Chloe had stopped talking. He cocked an eyebrow and cleared his throat.

"I understand all that you've said. But don't you think it will be more realistic if Tristan told me all this himself? Huh?"

"Well he's asleep so you just have to take it from me." Chloe retorted.

Damon shrugged. "I'm not leaving till I see him lady."

Chloe stared at Damon for a while, and then stood up. "I just thought I'd spare you the heartache but if you insist, follow me." Chloe turned and headed towards what Damon assumed was the bedroom."

"I insist, thank you very much." He drawled, following Chloe into her bedroom.

The sight that met Damon made his breath catch in his throat. Tristan was sprawled on the bed on his stomach, his naked body partially covered with the covers. He was fast asleep. Damon almost turned on his heels and left but had to remind himself that he had told himself before coming that he was going to have faith in Tristan. Much as the obvious was staring him in d face, he still had to hear it from Tristan. He just stood and stared at his lover, sleeping so peacefully, his face looking angelic. He was beautiful. Even at a point when Damon felt like screaming in anger, he couldn't help but admire Tristan. Damon smile humourlessly. 

"So what exactly went on here if I may ask? Is it that he's sleeping because he's drunk, or the sex was too great so he just had to fall asleep?" Damon asked in a loud voice.

Chloe smirked and shrugged daintily. "What do you think?"

Damon laughed. "Yeah. Silly me huh?" He slapped his hand against his forehead. "What was I thinking? Of course he probably passed out after some great sex."

Chloe shrugged again, looking as though she believed Damon had genuinely made a mistake. 

Suddenly, Damon felt calm. Whatever was going on there was not as it seemed. For one, Tristan was a very light sleeper. No matter how tired Tristan was, there was no way he would sleep through all that talking. That simply wasn't Tristan.

"So, care to wake him up? I would like to hear everything from...how do they say it...the horse's own mouth." Damon said, inching closer to the bed.

"That's not necessary. I've already told you all there is to know. Just go and look for another boy-toy." Chloe hissed.

"Ow come on, humour me hon. He's breaking my heart here. The least he could do is tell me himself." Damon sat on the bed and shook Tristan gently but he didn't stir.

"Whew! That must have been some sex." Damon muttered. 

"We aim to please. He was obviously not getting anything hot enough." She sneered.

"Obviously not." Damon sighed. "Okay sleepy head. Time to wake up." He shook Tristan harder, but he still didn't move. What the fuck! 

Damon quickly pressed his fingers to the base of Tristan's neck and gave a sigh of relief when he felt his pulse. He then tapped Tristan on the cheek continuously, calling his name the whole time. When Tristan started stirring slightly, Damon breathed another sigh of relief. He knew Tristan didn't do drugs. But the scene had 'drugs' written all over it as he couldn't smell alcohol.

Damon pulled Tristan's slack body towards him and flipped him to sit on his lap. "Hey baby, open your eyes." Damon said lightly tapping Tristan on his cheek.

"Damon?" Tristan said groggily. 

"It's me baby. Look at me." Damon said softly. 

"Feel so weak." Tristan whispered. "Drug."

That's when Damon felt it. He felt wetness on his cheeks. He took a swipe at his cheek and realized he had tears on his face. Shit! He didn't remember the last time he had seen his own tears. 

"What did he take?" He asked Chloe quietly. 

When Chloe remained silent, Damon looked up at her and saw how terrified she looked. He got all the answer he needed then...she had drugged Tristan "What the fuck did you give him?" Damon bellowed, startling Chloe.

Chloe whimpered, knowing she had messed up. Tristan had spoken the truth. He and Damon did love each other. She didn't need to be a genius to know how Damon felt about Tristan. It was right there in the way he was acting. "I...I am so...sorry." She started twisting her fingers in the covers wrapped around her. 

"You can be sorry later. Just tell me what you gave him Chloe. Please." Damon pleaded. He didn't know what he was going to do if whatever drug had a severe effect on Tristan.

"Ecstasy." Chloe muttered but Damon heard her perfectly.

"Jesus! How many hours ago did you give it to him."

"I didn't give him much. It was just to make him..."

"I know exactly what you wanted from him lady. Just tell me how many hours ago he took them and give me his cloths." Damon said dialling Michael's number in the U.S. 

"I...about seven hours ago." Chloe said quickly giving Tristan's cloths to Damon who immediately started dressing Tristan up.

Michael picked up on the second ring. "Jesus don't you sleep Damon?" Michael laughed on the other end of the phone.

"I need your help Michael. Tristan has been drugged. Ecstasy."

"Christ, Damon. What the fuck are you idiots do..."

"Shut up and listen Dr. Twerp. From what I'm being told he didn't take in a lot. But I'm not comfortable with the way he looks. He took it about seven hours ago."

"Have you checked his pulse?"

"It feels normal. He tried to talk and said he felt weak. Hasn't opened his eyes though."

"Is there an increase in his body temperature?"

"No, he feels fine."

"What did he take it with? Alcohol?" Michael asked.

"What did he take it with?" Damon asked a quietly sobbing Chloe.

"Orange juice." She said in a small voice. 

"Orange-fucking-juice Michael." Damon muttered into the phone which was tucked between his ear and shoulder.

"Is the person you're talking to the one who drugged him?"

"Yes." Damon was busily putting Tristan's cloths back on him.

"Let me talk to him." Michael said.

"Her." Damon growled. "Hold on." Damon handed the phone over to Chloe. "He's a doctor. You better tell him everything."

After talking to Michael for a while, during which time Damon finally got everything back on Tristan, Chloe handed the phone back to Damon, looking relieved. But then, she had known Tristan wasn't in any real danger.

"Don't worry Damon. He will be fine. She gave him just a little. She did give him Hydromorphone when he complained of headache a while after taking in the ecst..."

"What the fuck is that?" Damon bellowed.

"That's a really strong painkiller. Don't know how she got them. That's probably why he got knocked out. Damon don't panic, he'll be fine. Just keep an eye on him and allow him to sleep it off."

By the time Damon was done talking to Michael, Chloe was dressed. Damon carried Tristan fireman style and stormed out of the bedroom into the hall and headed for the entrance.

"Are you going to take him to the hospital?" Chloe asked quietly, handing over Tristan's cell phone which had been switched off, to Damon.

"For your sake, I hope it doesn't have to come to that. What the fuck did you want to achieve? Is sex so important to you that you would endanger someone's life just to have it?" Damon asked looking incredulous.

Chloe shook her head vigorously. "It wasn't just for sex. I didn't intend to harm him. I would never do that. I love him."

"And if you had to drug him to have sex, what does that tell you?" Damon roared. 

Chloe started sobbing quietly. "I'm sorry."

Damon sighed and took pity on the sobbing girl. "It's okay. He will be fine. He just has to sleep it off. Just don't pull that stunt ever again. You could kill someone. Alight?"

"Okay. I'm so sorry. Listen, if it's any consolation, he wouldn't do it. He..."

"Wouldn't do what?" Damon sounded impatient. He just wanted to get out of there.

"He wouldn't touch me no matter what I did. He wanted to leave but I wouldn't let him. I locked the door and hid the key. I might as well have allowed him to leave because he ended up giving me the highest insult ever. And that really pissed me off."

Damon's raised an eyebrow, wondering what his brat had said to piss off the 'nice' lady.

Chloe smiled bitterly and whispered. "He attempted to wank off. Said if I wasn't going to allow him to leave, then he had to take care of himself. 

"Well I'm sure the ecstasy was working." Damon muttered.

"You are missing the point." Chloe said in a hard voice. "He had me. You see, he made it clear immediately he got here, that he loved you and that there was no chance for us. I just wanted to remind him how it was between us but he said he wasn't interested." Chloe laughed bitterly. "He wouldn't even share my favourite wine with me for old times' sake. So I told him to have some orange juice then. He really likes that brand."

Damon made a mental note to ask Tristan what brand of orange juice that was.

"I meant it when I said I didn't mean to harm him." Chloe continued, looking at Damon. "You see, I use Ecstasy all the time. Tristan was never a user. I knew I didn't have to give him much to get him in the mood. And it worked too. Only problem was, he wasn't going to allow me anywhere near his dick, even after he realized I had drugged him and he didn't have any control over his erection. He preferred to take care of his hard-on himself. I saw red. I...I hit him on the head."

"You did what?" Damon growled, startling Chloe. Damon couldn't stop the anger that was bubbling up within him all over again at that news. "Are you crazy? Christ!" Damon placed Tristan in a chair and quickly started checking his head for a cut or a bump. "What did you hit him with?" 

"My...my iPad." Chloe stuttered. "He didn't get any cut or swelling. But he did complain of a headache."

"And that's why you gave him the painkiller. Where the fuck did you get those anyway? My friend says you shouldn't have that kind of drug on you."

"A friend gave them to me. I have severe headaches at times." She whined.

"Some friend you got there. They are dangerous and you shouldn't be taking them without a doctor's prescription. Is your friend a doctor?" Damon asked tightly.

"No."

"You have issues lady. What happened when he took the painkiller?"

"He slept some few minutes after. Well I did coax him to go lie in bed so he could at least be comfortable. He was too drowsy to protest."

"Thanks for telling me. I'm still pretty pissed off though. That was a shitty stunt you pulled off." Damon bent to pick Tristan up. "Wait, did you tell my friend you hit Tristan on the head?"

"Yes. I'm surprised he didn't tell you though." Chloe frowned slightly.

Damon gave her a slight smile. "He probably thought I'd kill you."

Chloe smiled back at Damon. "One more thing." She said, laughing softly when Damon groaned. "He was fully clothed when I put him in bed. I stripped him when I saw you at the door."

"You mean all that look," Damon pointed at Chloe, referring to how she looked when she opened the door.

Chloe nodded sheepishly. "I thought if I could convince you we were already...you know, then you would break it off with him and I... that sounds stupid now." Chloe ended with a groan making Damon laugh. No wonder Chloe had taken so long to open the door when he came.

"It sure does. Listen we gotta go. But get off the drugs will you? It will destroy you." Damon advised.

"I will." Chloe said in a small voice.

"Promise?" Damon insisted.

"Promise." Chloe smiled.

"Good." Damon winked at Chloe making her smile through the fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

"You are a good person. No wonder he loves you so much. Tell him I said I'm sorry will you?" She said quietly.

"I will. You take care." And with that, Damon stepped out with Tristan tugged safely in his arms.

***

Tristan woke up with a groan, feeling his stomach heave and knew he was going to throw up. Crap! He quickly rolled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he was retching violently. Damon was hot on his heels. He held Tristan throughout, messaging his back and murmured soothingly to him as horrible dry heaves wracked his body. Tristan tried awkwardly to push Damon away, but he wouldn't move. 

Tristan's head hanged over the toilet as he panted for breath. As soon as he knew he wasn't going to bring out anything again, he sat back against Damon's chest and laid the back of his head on his shoulder, loving the feel of Damon's fingers running through his hair. They stayed like that till Tristan's breath was back under control.




Fiery Heat Ch. 12



"Better?" Damon asked softly.

"Yeah." Tristan croaked. "I want to take a shower."

"I think you'll be better off in the bath tub baby." Damon said.

"No, I prefer the shower. Don't wanna fall asleep in the tub." Tristan countered. 

"Okay but I'm getting into the shower with you. Wouldn't want you falling and cracking that empty head of yours."

"Pervert." Tristan murmured making Damon roar with laughter. "Wanna brush my teeth first."

With Damon's help, Tristan made it safely to his feet. Swaying slightly, he drifted into Damon's warm, solid embrace and buried his face in the hollow of Damon's throat.

"We need to get some food into you Tris. And water. Lots of water."

Tristan groaned at the thought of food. "I don't wanna eat." He whined.

"Well you've gotta. You need your strength back. Come on." Damon helped Tristan to the sink counter so he could brush his teeth whilst he took off his own cloths. He had already showered but wanted to get in there again with Tristan. He wasn't going to take any chances. Tristan wasn't going to crack his skull in addition to everything that had happened. Not on his watch.

After Tristan finished brushing his teeth, Damon pulled off his boxer briefs and led him into the shower.

"Lean on me." Damon instructed.

Tristan laughed softly. "I'm not that weak you know."

"Just do it." Damon chuckled, pulling Tristan to lean on him with Tristan's back against his front.

He proceeded to wash both Tristan's hair and body thoroughly, using a washcloth at Tristan's request. Tristan sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying Damon's ministrations. It felt heavenly. When Damon messaged his scalp, it felt so damn good Tristan moaned, reminding Damon of the last time they had been in a shower together and what had happened. 

"Shit!" Damon cursed softly under his breath when he felt his cock start to harden. "Turn around." Damon's voice was husky.

Tristan turned around and curled his arms around Damon's neck. He looked up into Damon's eyes and smirked, immediately recognizing that look. Arousal. When Damon's big, strong arm circled Tristan's waist, bringing his body flush against his, he couldn't miss that rock hard, hot, thick cock pressed against Damon's belly.

"Told you you're a pervert." Tristan chuckled. "Taking advantage of a helpless man."

"Fuck you." Damon laughed. "I can't help myself."

Tristan buried his face in Damon's neck and licked at the water on his skin. He dropped a kiss on Damon's neck making him shiver. Then he licked the skin from Damon's collarbone up to his ear, drawing a tortured moan from Damon.

"Tris..."

"Shhh..." Tristan whispered against Damon's lips and proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of him.

Damon hissed as Tristan's hand snaked down between them, to close around his hard cock. 

"Baby, don't start something you can't finish." Damon groaned.

"Shut up." Tristan muttered. 

Tristan stroked Damon slowly, watching his eyes rolled back in his head. His mouth skated over Damon's lightly at first, then deeper, teasing his tongue against Damon's, sucking on it, stroking it until Damon moaned into his mouth. As he kissed Damon, Tristan's hand sped up slightly, his thumb running over Damon's barbell. Sudden heat suffused Damon's entire body and his balls got tight and high, showing just how close he was to shooting his load. With a fierce growl into Tristan's mouth, Damon moved a hand between them to cover the hand Tristan was stroking him with. He wrapped his hand tightly around Tristan's and squeezed, quickening his stroking. 

Damon jerked fast and rough with both their hands, moaning brokenly into the kiss as desire unfurled hot and deep in his chest and then spiralled lower, urgent and demanding. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe... He tore his lips from Tristan and cried out Tristan's name as he shot warm spurts of cum unto their hands, his body writhing and twitching throughout his climax.

"Christ..." Damon choked out, as he squeezed his eyes closed and tilted his head back to rest against the tiled wall behind him.

Tristan curved a hand around Damon's neck and pulled him into another kiss. When they both came up for air, Tristan moved his lips along Damon's jaw, dropping tiny kisses. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." He whispered into Damon's ear.

"You're welcome. Just don't scare me like that again. Please." Damon said still trying to catch his breath.

Tristan dropped a kiss on Damon's lips. "I'll try." Tristan said chuckling at Damon's dazed look.

"Baby should I..." Damon started.

"No. Rain check?" Tristan whispered.

"Okay. Come on, let's get some food into you." Damon shut off the spray and led Tristan out of the shower.

***

After ensuring that Tristan had eaten a good meal, Damon insisted on Tristan getting back into bed. 

"I've slept enough Damon. I just want to relax...sitting up if you don't mind." He muttered.

"Relaxing it is." Damon said, scooting back on the bed till his back was pressed against the headboard. "Come here."

Damon drew Tristan into his lap. Tristan leaned sideways against Damon and rested the side of his face against Damon's chest. He shuddered as he felt Damon's arm curl around his waist, holding him securely, whilst the other rubbed his back soothingly. 

"So you were really going to jack off when you had a willing beautiful hottie begging for it." Damon murmured against Tristan's hair. "How disappointing."

Tristan burst into laughter, his body shaking with mirth. "She told you that?"

"Uh-huh." Damon chuckled. "That was very insulting you know."

"You wanted me to take her up on her offer?" Tristan sounded incredulous. He raised up his head to look at Damon.

"Hell no. Just kidding." Damon made a horror-stricken face making Tristan laugh even harder. "Thanks." Damon added softly.

"You are most welcome." Tristan chuckled laying his head back on Damon's chest.

Damon still couldn't get over what Tristan had done...or not done. That must have taken some serious will power. For a highly sexed person such as Tristan, that was really something. And all for him. Damon felt humbled.

"I'm sorry for all the shit I said during our argument." Damon said quietly.

"I'm sorry too." Tristan sighed. "For what I said. I didn't mean it."

"I know." Damon murmured. "And I take everything I said on the plane, back." Damon added.

Tristan was quiet for a while, then asked mischievously. "Even the declarations of love?"

Damon laughed. "Hey I'm serious here. I...I have never been that jealous in my life as I was in that club Tris. I hated that feeling. And it made me angry. Angry at you. Made me say things I shouldn't have. Made me act like a kid. I'm so sorry."

"Being jealous where someone you love is concerned, doesn't make you a kid. It simply means you're human Damon."

"I know that now. I take what I said back. Forgive me?"

"No. You have to grovel first, then I get to torture you, then you'll have to grovel some more, then I'll..."

"What if I just set Chloe on you?" Damon asked innocently, then burst into laughter when Tristan groaned. "How much do you remember of what went down anyway?"

"Hmmm. Pretty much everything. Right from the point where Cole threatened to beat me to an inch of my life if I hurt you, to the point where Chloe clocked me on the head."

"He did what? When?" Damon couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice.

Tristan laughed softly. "You don't have to sound so happy dude. That was my life he was threatening. Right after I left this room to go to Chloe."

"God, I love that guy." Damon laughed.

"Should I be worried?" Tristan gave a mock growl.

Damon laughed. "That's a different kind of love dickhead."

Tristan laughed. "I also remember Étienne muttering curses that would have made a sailor blush on our way back here, and you squeezing the life out of me with your arms. Did you think I was going to disappear or something?" Tristan couldn't help teasing. 

"You have no idea how I felt. Grateful to God that you were okay, angry at myself for doubting you even for a second, and a whole lot of other feelings. I'm sorry for cracking your bones." Damon pressed a kiss into Tristan's hair.

"I'm guessing Chloe told you everything that happened." Tristan asked sounding serious again.

"Yeah. You should have encouraged her to stop using, Tris. That shit will destroy her if she doesn't stop."

"What makes you think I didn't? I hate drugs Damon. My system doesn't handle it well. I react to even the mildest of painkillers. So naturally, I used to tell her all the time that I was okay without drugs and she could be too. Her friend works with a big pharmaceutical company here in France, and supplies her with all the dangerous drugs."

"That Raoul fellow?"

"The one and only. She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. I'm just pissed off for what she did to me. She knows I hate any kind of drug."

"At least she gave you your favourite orange juice." Damon teased, trying to lighten up Tristan's mood.

Tristan laughed. "So tell me from the point you entered this shitty drama."

Silent, the only sound his soft breathing; Tristan lay unmoving against Damon as he told him everything.

Tristan sighed when Damon finished with his rescue story. "She heard about us before we came to France Damon. And it was driving her insane." Tristan said softly.

"Shit!"

"You can say that again. You should have seen what she did. She's known me for a long time Damon, and she knows just how to get me hot and bothered. I really wanted to leave but she wouldn't let me."

"Hey relax. Hell I'm sure even without drugs, I would find it difficult to resist a hot chic like Chloe. You need a medal baby." Damon chuckled.

Tristan laughed. "What can I say? You've ruined me for any other person. You sure she didn't do anything when I pass..."

"Dude, you were so out of it even the hottest porn stars couldn't have gotten your dick up."

"Shit! Maybe it doesn't work anymore." Tristan groaned.

"You had a semi in the shower not too long ago fucker. It works alright..." 

"Maybe we should make sure." Tristan said, turning to straddle Damon and getting right in his face."

Damon laughed just as his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. "Michael."

"Hey doc." Damon gave Tristan a quick peck on the lips. "Yes he's okay. I'm putting you on speaker."

"Tristan?" Michael's voice was loud and clear as though he were in the room with them.

"Hey Michael." 

"What the fuck were you thinking hanging out with psychos?" Michael bellowed and both Damon and Tristan winced. "And that idiot Damon allowed it. What the fuck is wrong with you people. Do you have any idea what that painkiller could have done to you?"

"Michael you said he was ok..." Damon started.

"Of course I had to say that you moron. You were getting hysterical. I didn't want you having a heart attack or anything. The psycho chic did tell me the dosage she gave him and I believed her. What I found strange was how hard it knocked Tristan out. It shouldn't have. And what the fuck did you do to her to drive her to violence Tristan? Dean is on his way there and you guys had better tell him something sensible."

"Ow come on Jackass, what happened to doctor-patient confi..."

"You're not my fucking patients. You're family. Dean is on his way to Belgium. He wants to see for himself whether Tristan is okay. And you, Papa Bear, had better stay out of his way whilst he's there or else..."

"Or else what?" Damon growled.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. This happened on your watch. And that idiot Cole too. Tristan?"

"Yes Michael." Tristan was trying very hard to suppress his laughter.

"How are you feeling?" Michael snapped back into doctor mode.

"I'm good."

"No nausea, constipation, dizziness, headache, drowsiness, vomiting?"

"I did throw up this morning. But it was just once. And I do have a slight headache."

"Damon, don't you have Tylenol or Advil?" Michael asked.

"His system doesn't take kindly to drugs. Any drugs. Even the mildest ones." Damon drawled.

"That explains it. No wonder he passed out like that. Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "I didn't know."

"Are you taking in enough fluids Tristan?"

"Yes doc."

"Cut the doc shit. Make sure you have a lot of rest okay? And no fucking. You had enough on that plane to last you a lifetime I'm sure. Just sleep."

"You do know I came here to work right?" Tristan asked just as Damon was muttering that he was going to kill Chris.

"Hey, kiss my arse. If you were there to work, why the fuck were you hanging out with a drug addict? I've gotta go. Working late today. Talk to you guys later."

"How are Mary and Melissa doing?" Damon asked about Michael's wife and daughter.

"Terrorizing me. But who am I to complain?"

Damon laughed. "My love to them."

"I'll tell them. Tristan?"

"Yes Michael?"

"Rest. Bye."

"Bye." Both Damon and Tristan answered, disconnected the line, and burst into laughter.

"Your friends are nuts." Tristan said, kissing Damon on the chin. 

"Tell me about it."

Tristan leaned forward till his face was real close to Damon's, then slowly and erotically, licked a corner of Damon's mouth with the tip of his tongue, causing Damon to gasp and moan at the same time, his cock jerking inside his pants.

"Damn Tris," Damon murmured huskily, "didn't you hear a thing Michael said?"

"Fuck Michael. If he really wanted me off sex, he shouldn't have mentioned the plane. What do you say we go for a swim?" Tristan husked grinding on Damon's rapidly stiffening cock.

"Oh shit bay..."

"Damon?" They heard Cole call out from outside, knocking on their door."

Both Damon and Tristan groaned. "This is fuckin' unbelievable. Why the fuck do we always get interrupted when I get into this position?" Tristan groaned, getting off Damon. "Are you going to go get that?" He asked Damon, making a beeline for the bathroom.

"And what are you going to do there?" Damon asked, getting off the bed and adjusting himself.

"I'm going to pee, dummy." Tristan muttered.

"With you, one can't be too sure these days." Damon chuckled, obviously referring to Tristan's wanking episode.

"I heard that asshole." Tristan called out from the bathroom.

"You were meant to." Damon laughed, going to the living room to let Cole and Briana in.

***

Damon and Tristan were alone in the private pool of the resort. That particular section of the pool was reserved for couples or friends who wanted their privacy. Cole and Briana had gone out after Briana fussed over Tristan like a mother hen, asking him every other minute whether he needed anything.

"Know what Cole," Tristan had told Cole, "You're lucky you've put a ring on that finger. I would have put one there myself."

"Hey, what about me?" Damon had asked with mock indignation. 

"You want to put a ring on her finger too?" Tristan had asked giving his best innocent look.

"Wiseass." Damon laughed with the others, pulling Tristan to him and giving him an open-mouthed, hot kiss.

"And he says we like kissing." Cole muttered, standing up and drawing a laughing Briana up.

"What time are you guys coming back?" Damon asked breathlessly when he came up for air.

"We should be back by two p.m." Cole responded. 

"Cool. We'll be at the private pool are then." Damon said.

"Dude, I said two p.m. Don't forget. We wouldn't wanna walk in on anything...x-rated." Cole said with a smirk, making everyone laugh.

"Speak for yourself Cole." Briana said with a naughty chuckle.

"Oh I wouldn't mind giving you a private show anytime Honey. Just name when and where." Tristan drawled, blowing Briana a kiss. She blew one right back.

"Fuck you Tristan." Cole laughed, pulling a laughing Briana after him.

Now Damon and Tristan were having a great time, swimming laps in the pool. The water felt great on their skin. After a while Damon swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood with his back to the wall, watching Tristan swim. Tristan was doing butterfly strokes like a professional and Damon thought he was a really good swimmer. 

"Show-off." He called out to Tristan. He obviously loved being in water.

Damon looked at Tristan's body hungrily as he moved in the water. He looked simply stunning. Damon's phone rang then, interrupting the lewd thoughts he had started having about his boyfriend. It was Caleb Thomas.

Tristan started swimming up to Damon to tell him off for calling him a show-off, but then saw Damon on the phone. He took in how water ran off Damon, making his skin shine. The water reached up to Damon's stomach but Tristan could clearly see Damon's impressive bulge in his sky blue trunks which hugged him like a second skin. Tristan's mouth watered and a naughty grin spread across his handsome face. He dived underwater and swam towards Damon.

Damon was busily talking to Tristan's father when he felt something lightly bite him on the dick.

"What the fuc..." He jumped but hands held his hips to steady him. Tristan. 

"What is it Damon?" Caleb asked. "You okay?"

"Yes I'm good. Just stepped on something...pointy. I'll live." Damon chocked out.

Tristan smiled to himself. If only whoever Damon was talking to could see through the phone. Ignoring Damon's hand which was trying to push him away, Tristan pulled down Damon's trunks to his thighs and took the huge pierced mushroom head into his hot mouth. 

Damon's eyes opened wide as he felt the hot smooth mouth engulf his cock. He didn't dare make a sound. What the fuck was Tristan playing at? He was talking to his father for goodness' sake.

Tristan began to lick the tip of Damon's rapidly hardening cock, then placing his hands on Damon's arse cheeks, he pulled him deeper into his mouth. Damon couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his mouth when his cock slid into Tristan's mouth and heat engulfed him.

"Damon?" Caleb voice was full of concern.

"Ahh... I think I cut my feet." He mumbled.

"Where are you at the moment?" Caleb asked.

"What?" Damon sounded confused. Was that a trick question? "On the beach." His voice sounded gruff even to his own ears.

"Good." Came Caleb's voice. "Just step into the water and allow the salt to wash the cut. It will heal faster."

"Okay thanks." Damon said breathlessly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He was going to kill Tristan. But even as he was thinking of ways to kill Tristan, Damon's hand was moving to Tristan's bobbing head and twining his fingers in the wet locks. When Tristan moaned deep in his throat, the sound sent a pleasurable tingling throughout Damon's entire body.

"Fuck!" He gasped uncontrollably.

Caleb laughed on the other end of the phone. "Hey don't be a baby. I know it stings but it's better for you." Then Tristan's father went right ahead and delved into more business, having no clue as to the scene unfolding on Damon's end of the phone. Afterwards, Damon couldn't fathom how he was able to make the right sounds to create the impression that he was listening to Caleb. 'Cause he didn't hear a word the older man said. 

What made the whole experience even more exhilarating was the fact that, Tristan was doing it underwater. He would come up once in a while to draw in breath, but Damon never even notice those moments because Tristan's hand always automatically took over.

When Tristan pulled him even deeper into his throat and swallowed around his cock, Damon didn't have any choice but to end the call. He pulled Tristan off his cock, bringing his head above water.

"Caleb can I please call you back? I need to take care of this. It's...distracting." Damon said in a voice that sounded almost painful, watching Tristan's eyes widen at the mention of his father's name.

"Sure, sure. Talk to you later. Say hi to T.T." The older man said and hanged up.




Fiery Heat Ch. 12



Damon threw the phone down, not caring that it almost fell into the pool. He turned so that Tristan's back was to the pool wall, and for the very first time, fucked Tristan without lube.

For Tristan, it was one of the most memorable fucks of his life. When Damon caught him between the wall and his firm, sexy body and pulled his swimming trunks off his body in one fluid movement, he just knew he was in for it. Damon held Tristan firmly around his waist with one arm and stared intently into his aroused green eyes.

"Wrap your legs around my hips." Damon commanded in a rough, deep, dark and sexy voice, which made Tristan shiver with excitement. "You finally get your wish." Damon growled as he reached behind Tristan to circle his puckered hole with his fingers. "I don't have any lube here, and I can't wait."

"Make my day." Tristan moaned. 

When Damon started pushing his fingers into Tristan's tight hole, he made a lusty sound between a sob and a moan which went straight to Damon's cock. Moving slowly, on the invading fingers inside him, Tristan threw his head back in bliss, exposing the sexy line of his throat. 

Looking at Tristan, Damon's breath hitched in his throat. With his lips slightly parted, and his breath coming out in gasps, Tristan looked so sexy Damon was sent into a liquid meltdown.

"God, Tris." Damon choked, bumping his forehead against Tristan's briefly. 

Damon slipped his fingers out and Tristan felt the massive head of his cock press against his wet hole. Damon slowly pushed into him, the water around them making the penetration easy. The head slid past the entrance and began to enter till Tristan was impaled to the hilt on Damon's stiff cock.

"Oh my God!" Tristan gasped, shivering all over as his body adjusted to the heavy invading length. 

Blindly Tristan turned his head to seek out Damon's mouth. When he found Damon's lips, they shared a hot, wet kiss as their laboured breathing mingled.

"Hang on." Damon said against Tristan's lips, looking into his glazed eyes. 

Keeping an arm securely around Tristan, Damon held on to the railing beside Tristan with his other hand. He pulled out and then thrust his hips forwards once again, entering Tristan with his whole length, quickly finding a rhythm. 

Tristan tried to suppress the urge to cry out in ecstasy when he felt that wicked barbell pressing and then sliding on his prostate. He buried his face against Damon's neck and nipped at his skin with his teeth, making Damon swear and pound even harder into him with escalating urgency. Damon nailed Tristan's prostate, fucking him like he was never, ever going to stop. They were so far gone on each other that even if someone had entered the pool area, they wouldn't have noticed or been able to stop. Damon thanked his stars at the back of his mind that they had the place to themselves. 

Tristan hanged on for dear life as Damon surged out then back inside him with deep thrusts. He fisted his fingers in Damon's hair and stifled his moans against his neck, the sensations running through him too pleasurable and intense. With his button being massaged with each thrust of Damon's cock, and his cock getting a thorough rub between their bodies, Tristan was reduced to a quivering mess. It felt good. Amazing. Tristan lifted his head and yanked Damon's head down by his hair, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss as he pounded inside. 

"This is so good Damon." He gasped brokenly against Damon's lips.

With a low growl, Damon whispered those words that never ceased to melt Tristan, into his ears. "I love you." Damon's tongue traced the shell of Tristan's ear, then fucked that ear erotically, mimicking the thrusting of his cock...Tristan flew apart.

He sank his teeth into Damon's neck to stop the scream that was bubbling up from within him as he shot between them. His mind blanked and every inch of his body tightened as bliss coursed through his entire body.

Tristan's legs gripped Damon harder as he clenched Damon's driving cock with his contracting channel. Damon kept thrusting into him faster and faster, rubbing that pleasure button. Tristan tore his mouth away from Damon's neck to frantically give a low wail and bucked against Damon as an even stronger toe-curling orgasm shot through him. 

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" Tristan chanted, his orgasm rolling over him in waves.

The delicious squeezing of Tristan channel along Damon's cock was driving Damon out of his mind. A moan tore through his chest and he shook all over as he started to pulse. With a groan, he slanted his head and took Tristan's mouth in a mind-numbing kiss, moving faster, thrusting harder, his breath laboured and his whole body quivered with pleasure as he started shooting into Tristan. 

"Fuck, Tris," he growled against Tristan's mouth as he kept thrusting, riding out his orgasm. 

Even when he finished shooting, Damon kept gliding in and out as he kissed Tristan deep but soft and sweet. Tristan tightened his legs and arms around him and kissed him back. They clung together, trying to catch their breath as the water swished around them. 

"That was incredible." Tristan gasped. He had come so hard it took several minutes for his mind to start working again. "You are amazing." He whispered, still riding his orgasmic high.

Damon stared at Tristan, his eyes closing briefly as emotions washed over him. He loved him so much. Loved him in ways he didn't think was possible. Tristan was his life. He was feeling so emotional he didn't trust himself to speak. 

"Damon?" Tristan frowned at Damon, wondering why he was staring at him.

"I was talking to your father Tris." Damon murmured. 

Tristan burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I didn't know. Honest!" He continued laughing, unwinding his legs from around Damon and standing on shaky legs. He still clung to Damon.

Damon laughed and shook his head, looking around. "What am I going to do with you?" he muttered.

"I like what you're doing so far." Tristan murmured, all traces of humour gone. "Don't ever let me go Damon." He looked up at Damon with eyes full of love.

Damon felt a lurching sensation in his chest at Tristan's words. He couldn't even begin to describe the emotions Tristan aroused in him. Tristan could bring him to his knees with a smile, make his heart swell with no more than a look from those gorgeous green eyes. He belonged to him, heart and soul. Damon's gorgeous, blue eyes locked on Tristan's with a look so heated and intense, Tristan gasped. 

"Damon..." Tristan watched the emotions roll through Damon's expression.

In all their time together, Damon had never looked at him in that way before. Yes he sometimes looked at him like he wanted to devour him and other times, with so much love, but nothing quite like that very moment.

"Marry me." Damon's voice was thick with emotion. He couldn't have stopped those words even if he had wanted to. He hadn't planned on asking Tristan. It suddenly felt like he had to stake his claim, had to let the world know who he belonged to, had to... "Please."

"What?" Tristan's mind went numb and he started shaking so bad.

"Marry me Tris. Make me the happiest man alive. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you by my side. I'd rather die."

Tristan's eyes drifted shut and tears, which had gathered in his eyes without his knowledge, promptly and silently slid down his cheeks. The feeling causing through him that very moment could only be described as overwhelming joy and happiness. Hearing Damon say he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him gave Tristan such a euphoric feeling, nothing in the world compared to it.

Damon watched Tristan for some seconds, tightening his hold on him. His heart was pounding. He felt as though his life would be over if Tristan turned him down. When Tristan opened his eyes to look at him, Damon poured his heart out.

"I would never be complete without you Tris. I need you like I need air. Contrary to what you think, not only would I fight for you, I would kill for you. I would even die for you because I am nothing without you." Damon's throat clogged with emotion and he swallowed. "For me, love pales in comparison to what I feel for you. You are my world Tristan Thomas. Marry me my love. Be mine for eternity. Just...be mine. Please." 

At Damon's soft plea, Tristan's arms tightened around his neck and one of his hands sifted up into Damon's short hair. 

Tristan gave Damon a gentle, radiant smile and whispered, "I'm yours."

Then pulling Damon's head down, Tristan kissed him slowly, deeply and passionately. Damon was so overwhelmed with emotions he wasn't surprised when he felt wetness on his cheeks.

"Is that a yes?" He whispered.

"What do you think?" Tristan retorted, licking at Damon's lips.

"Tris..."

"Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes." Tristan interspaced each 'yes' with a kiss. "There's no one else I'd like better to grow old alongside.

Damon hadn't known just how tense he had been, waiting for that three letter word. And when Tristan added the bit about growing old with him, Damon was so overcome with emotions he let out a deep breath and with it a sob. Then he buried his face in Tristan's neck and cried. Tristan held and rocked Damon throughout his sobbing. 

At a point, he reached down and pulled up Damon's swim trunks, which was still around his thighs. He was so going to remember this day forever. The day Damon proposed to him and cried his heart out...bare-assed. Tristan smiled to himself, feeling overwhelming love for the man in his arms. When Damon eventually quieted down, he raised his head and smiled at Tristan, who busily wiped at Damon's wet cheeks. 

"Thanks. For covering my arse."

Tristan smiled. "You're welcome. Are you okay?" Tristan asked softly.

"Never better my love. Never better." Damon said pecking Tristan on the lips.

Damon picked Tristan up and sat him on the edge of the pool. Then he dived in and came back with Tristan's trunks. He put it on Tristan and hugged him tight and kissed him. This kiss was slow, unhurried and sensuous.

"I love you so much." Tristan whispered when they broke apart, staring up at Damon with his heart in his eyes.

"I know. And love you." Damon whispered back, still clutching Tristan to his chest.

What Damon said next made Tristan's heart pound so hard he gasped.

"Let's do it here. In France."

"Wh...what?" Tristan stuttered, shocked.

"Let's get married here before we go back home. It's legal here. And Cole and Briana can be our witnesses. Please Tristan. I don't want to wait." Damon pleaded.

"My parents..."

"I will ask them when we get back to the room. You can ask my mum." Damon's eyes were so hopeful and eager. 

Looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, Tristan knew he couldn't possible deny him anything.

"Let's do this." Tristan said with a gleeful laugh. "Can't wait to see the look on Addie's face. I'm gonna get hitched before she does. She will be pissed!" Tristan laughed.

"We will throw the biggest party when we get back home. Oh God, I can't wait to make you legally mine baby." Damon said hugging Tristan to him.

And that's the position Cole found then in when he entered the pool area.

"Hey guys." Cole greeted sitting on the edge beside Tristan. "Wow that's a big one." Cole said staring at the huge hickey on Damon's neck.

"Jackass." Damon said whilst Tristan laughed. "Where's Briana?"

"Going to call her to come." Cole said taking out his phone. "Wanted to make sure the coast was clear." He smirked whilst the other two laughed.

The two couples relaxed on the lounge chaises with drinks whilst their lunch was being set up.

"What's up with you Tristan?" Briana asked. "You have this permanent smile on your face."

"Really?" Tristan asked surprised.

"Probably has something to do with this idiot here." Cole said pointing at Damon. "You can't seem to take your eyes off Tristan dude. Is there something we should know about?" Cole asked looking at Damon.

"What the hell," Damon muttered, and then his face broke out into the most brilliant smile, "Tristan agreed to marry me." He blurted out.

Briana screamed and jumped onto Tristan whilst Cole pumped Damon's hand, looking happy for the two.

"Congrats you two." Cole said, moving over to Tristan's lounge chaise and pulling a still screaming Briana off him, who promptly ran into Damon's arms. Then he pulled Tristan into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Thanks." Cole murmured into Tristan's ear. And just like that, Tristan got teary eyed.

"Shit." Tristan muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Thanks for having faith in me Cole. He told me what you said to make him come 'rescue' me."

"He was already dying to come." Cole shook his head at Tristan. "I merely gave him the push. I wish you two the very best." Cole said hugging Tristan again.

The four of them shared a bottle of champagne with their food, feeling thankful and happy for the soon to be married couple.

***

"You sure about this son?" Caleb Thomas asked his son in a hoarse voice. Stephanie Thomas rubbed her husband on the back, seeing how emotional he was getting.

"Yes Dad. I want this." Tristan answered in a shaky voice, holding tightly onto Damon's hand whilst talking to his father.

"Okay. Put Damon back on." Caleb said.

"Caleb?" Damon said tentatively. He was shaking with nerves.

"You know the drill. We already understand each other don't we?" The older man asked quietly.

"We do. I won't let you down Sir."

"Good. Hold on and talk to Stephanie."

Tristan's mother came on the line sounding breathless. "Damon?"

"Hello Stephanie."

"Have you already made an appointment at the City Hall?" She jumped right into it.

"I've pulled some strings. Everything is done. We do this tomorrow at four p.m. Stephanie."

Stephanie Thomas laughed softly. "That's okay then. I'll be there."

"Ow come on St..."

"Shhh. Don't let Tristan know. I want to surprise him. Now quickly say something else to explain why you started protesting. Think fast."

Damon's mind was spinning so fast, he was sure his head was physically spinning. "Sure. We use protection all the time." Damon blurted out.

Whilst Tristan groaned beside Damon, Stephanie laughed on the other side.

"You don't use any do you?" Stephanie asked, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

"No." Damon replied, laughing.

"See you tomorrow. Now let me talk to my son."

After talking to Stephanie, they called Lydia who promptly said she was getting on the next flight to Paris. Nothing Damon said would stop her.

"At least you get to do this with your mum beside you." Tristan said pitifully, rolling unto his stomach on the bed. 

Damon felt a feeling of sadness wash over him at Tristan's words and crestfallen look. He couldn't stand it. "Stephanie is coming. It was supposed to be a surprise. Now you have to act surprised when you see her." Damon blurted out.

The thrilled look on Tristan's face was worth spilling the beans. "At what point did she say that? I was sitting beside you the whole time."

Damon just shrugged. Tristan's eyes widened when it dawned on him.

"She didn't really ask about protection did she?"

"Nope. I was supposed to make something up to cover my blunder or protests or whatever. That's what came to mind." Damon laughed.

"You're a lousy liar. I bet she didn't believe you."

"No she didn't." Damon roared with laughter. "But then, your mum has always been smart."

"I can't wait for tomorrow." Tristan squealed in delight. "When is Dean getting here?" 

"Tomorrow morning. Why?" Damon asked running his fingers through Tristan's hair.

"I want him to witness with my mum on my behalf. Then your mum and Cole can witness for you."

"Perfect."

"What are we going to be called?" Tristan turned to face Damon.

"Whatever you want love. Tell me what you want." Damon asked, pulling Tristan to lie on him, Tristan's chin resting on Damon's chest.

Tristan turned his head to lay his cheek on Damon's chest as he thought, enjoying Damon's fingers running through his hair.

"I want to take your name Damon. Tristan Thomas Reid. Want to maintain my T.T. What do you think?" 

"Thomas Reid it is. Damon Thomas Reid. I love it." Damon smiled tremulously. He had never been happier in his life.

"I love you." Tristan whispered.

"Right back at you. Damon whispered.

***

Tristan called it 'The Friday to Remember'. Indeed it was a day both Damon and Tristan would never forget. Their wedding day. It was a simple, quick, touching and lovely ceremony. It was an all-white casual affair. Everybody present was dressed casually in white including Damon and Tristan. Damon looked sexy in white linen pants, an un-tucked white long sleeved button down shirt with the three top buttons opened, and white loafers. Tristan looked simply delicious in white khaki pants with an un-tucked white shirt and a white blazer, completing the look with a classy white six Inch premium boots. They both looked drop dead gorgeous.

The sheer beauty of their designer wedding bands made the people gathered gasp. The 7.5mm comfort fit band was made of exceptional 950 platinum. The classic eternity style platinum ring had 36 channel set black diamonds encircling its form. The inscription inside both rings simply read: ALWAYS & FOREVER. D.T.R & T.T.R. The ring was bold, tastefully luxurious and understandably expensive. It was simply stunning.

When Damon and Tristan read the heartfelt vows each had written, there was no dry eye in the marriage chamber of the City Hall. Tristan blushed so hard when the reverend who officiated over the nuptials, finally pronounced them husband and husband and asked them to kiss each other.

"Really? Blushing? One would think you've never ever kissed me in front of these people." Damon chuckled against Tristan's lips.

"Well I've never kissed you in front of the rever..."

Damon silenced Tristan by sealing their lips together and giving Tristan a spine tingling kiss, to which everyone gathered cheered. Then everyone was hugging them and wishing them well. There was Lydia, Stephanie, Briana, Cole, Dean, Étienne, and Luke, Damon's stepdad who had flown in with Lydia Reid. Cole had still witnessed with Lydia on behalf of Damon though. 

***

After the ceremony, they all set off to a restaurant for dinner...at least that's what Tristan thought. Tristan rode alone with Damon in a white limousine with Étienne at the wheel. Throughout the ride he chose to straddle Damon, with his head on Damon's shoulders and his arms around Damon's neck. Damon rubbed Tristan's back, both enjoying the soothing sounds of classical music playing in the background. The feeling of contentment within both men was obvious.

Eventually the car stopped and Tristan got off Damon's lap and looked around, surprise clearly written on his face when he realized they were at a waterfront and not a restaurant as he had thought.

"Where are we?" He asked looking around.

"You'll see. Come on." Damon said, stepping out and thanking Étienne who held the door open for them. Reaching for Tristan's hand, Damon pulled him out.

Tristan gasped when he saw the huge yacht with lights flashing all over it, on the dock. It was majestic, breath-taking and graceful. There were other yachts, but none as spectacular as the one they were standing in front of. There were lights all over the waterfront, giving the place a Christmassy look. 

"Wow this yacht is magnificent." Tristan breathed.

After admiring the yacht for a while, Tristan began to wonder why they were there instead of the restaurant. It was getting late and he was sure the others might be hungry. He didn't think he could eat anything that very moment though. He was too excited to keep anything down. He turned to look at Damon, noticing the presence of the others. 




Fiery Heat Ch. 12



"What are we doing here Damon? They might be hungry."

"Watch." Damon pointed to the side of the yacht and suddenly, lights went on, displaying the inscription, "TRISTAN". Tristan screamed, his eyes wide with surprise.

Everyone laughed and clapped, clearly amused by Tristan's reaction. He quickly sobered and turned to look at his husband to see the smile on his face.

"Did you buy that?" Tristan asked wide-eyed. At Damon's nod, Tristan squeezed his eye shut. "Fuck!" He swore, knowing the yacht must have cost a fortune.

"I did propose to you in water, right after you showed me some really cool skills." Damon chuckled at Tristan's raised brow, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. "That too. But get your mind out of the gutter." Damon whispered and dropped a kiss on Tristan's temple. "You obviously love being in water. What better wedding present than this?"

"I love it. And I love you. Thanks." Tristan went on his toes and devoured Damon's mouth right there in front of everyone. "Can we go check it out?" He couldn't suppress his excitement. 

"Well...these people might be hungry so we..." Damon's eyes glinted mischievously. 

Tristan didn't even turn to look at the others. "They don't look hungry Damon." He gushed making everyone laugh.

They all climbed up the gangplank till they got on deck. Damon asked Tristan to do the honours of opening the main sliding doors since it was his yacht. When Tristan did, there was total darkness inside.

"Hey where's the switch?" Tristan asked.

"Check to the right." Damon replied.

Tristan found and hit the switch, flooding the whole place with lights and screamed for the second time that evening when a bunch of people screamed 'Congratulations!'

Then Tristan saw his father, his sisters, Tracy, Ashley and Adriana, Chris, Matt, the people he worked with, his friends in France and a few close ones from home and many other people. He covered his face and started shaking with silent sobs.

A strong arm circled Tristan's waist from behind and pulled him up against a hard chest and steely thighs. "You are supposed to be happy asshole." Damon said into Tristan's ear and turned him to face him. 

"I am." Tristan said in a shaky voice wiping the tears from his eyes. "It's just that..."

"I know. I ruined one surprise for you so I had to give you another."

"You call this another? More like many others." Tristan laughed through his tears. You...what time did you organize all this?" Tristan asked but before Damon could open his mouth to answer, he continued. "Your so called work on your iPad last night. This was what you were doing wasn't it?"

"Uh-huh. I couldn't possibly have spoken on the phone. You would have heard me. Now let's go greet our guests."

"I'll get you for this Damon Thomas Reid." Tristan said in a stern voice.

"Can't wait for whatever you have in store for me. Ready?" Damon laughed.

"As I'll ever be." Tristan laughed delightedly. 

And they had a blast. There was a buffet of fantastic assorted French cuisine and drinks of all kinds. Their eight-tier all-white wedding cake was simply beautiful. Andre's DJ was dishing out good music and everyone had fun.

When Tristan saw a shame-faced Chloe, he simply hugged her and told her she was forgiven. He was too happy to be angry at anyone. Caleb Thomas had traveled to Paris with his daughters and a few of Tristan's friends on his private jet. Stephanie Thomas had obviously set off earlier in order not to miss the ceremony. Damon's other friends who could not make it to Paris due to the short notice, called to wish them well. Tristan, Adriana and Briana virtually danced to every song that played. At a point Damon had taken Tristan's blazer so he could be free to have unrestricted fun.

Tristan was talking to his friends when he felt Damon's arms go around him from behind. 

"Having fun?" Damon husked into his ears.

Tristan turned within his arms and tilted his head up for a kiss. "You know I am. You outdid yourself. I haven't had this much fun in...forever." 

"Good." Damon graced the tip of Tristan's nose with a kiss before releasing him. "Just checking up on you. Go enjoy yourself." He prompted, patting Tristan on his rear."

"I would rather you show me around this thing." Tristan said looking up seductively at Damon.

Damon's looked at Tristan with a wicked glint in his blue eyes. He blinked at Tristan innocently, pretending he didn't know what Tristan really wanted. "You're sure you don't want to keep having fun? The tour can always wait."

"Shut up and take me to bed Damon." Tristan laughed and took Damon's hand in his, quickly turning to excuse himself from his friends. 

"Well, we will have to explore together because this is my first time on this yacht too. Of course I know the layout so we can find our way around." Damon drawled, turning Tristan towards where he knew the bedrooms were.

Tristan laughed. "Good. Let's start with the bedroom shall we?" Tristan said, waving at Andre, who winked and gave them a knowing smile.

"Why the fuck is Andre winking and smiling like...wait, I think he knows we're..." Tristan trailed off noticing that the few other people looking their way had knowing smiles on their faces.

Damon roared with laughter. "What do you expect them to think when they see the couple making a quick getaway at their own wedding party? It's not like they are wrong." Damon leaned down to nuzzle on Tristan's ear, making him shiver and laugh softly. 

"Well fuck them. I want to make love to my husband. They should sue me." Tristan chuckled as they got to the door of the master suite.

"Ooh I love the sound of that. My husba..." Damon trailed off as they entered the plush master suite. 

They both gasped at the sheer elegance of the room. Everything in the room was designed in a classy black and white. The perfect combination of modern and classical was simply perfect. The furniture and deco were all black and white. The bedroom wasn't any different. The king-size bed was covered with lovely black and white sheets, the plush white carpet had beautiful black designs on the edges, with a black and white floral arrangement in the corners of the room that went perfectly with the surrounding deco.

The icing on the cake was the blown up black and white picture of Tristan on top of the fire place opposite the bed. He was sleeping with his lips slightly parted. It was stunning. 

"When..." Tristan breathed, staring at the picture.

"Last night. You looked so angelic I thought it would be best if I captured the look before you morphed back into the monster you are." Damon teased.

Tristan tried to laugh at the joke but what came out was a sob. "It's beautiful." Tristan said shakily turning to face Damon.

"You are beautiful." Damon whispered, raising his hand to Tristan's face. 

Damon's fingers moved slowly down Tristan's chin to the column of his throat, then to the first button on his shirt. He slowly undid the buttons on Tristan's shirt and took it off. Tristan took over then and started unbuttoning Damon's shirt, dropping a kiss on Damon's revealed skin after each button that came undone. Once he had finished with the buttons, Tristan pulled the fabric aside, revealing Damon's taut muscles and sexy abs, and then lowered his head to take one of Damon's nipples into his mouth. 

"Fuck baby." Damon groaned, placing his hand on the back of Tristan's head to stroke his hair, enjoying the pull on the taut circle of flesh. 

When Tristan moved to Damon's other nipple and started twisting the other with his fingers, Damon cried out in pleasure. Damon pulled Tristan off his nipple and lowering his head to capture Tristan's mouth in a hungry kiss. He quickly divested Tristan of his boots, socks, pants and boxers and picking him up, bridal style, proceeded to kiss Tristan senseless. With a groan Damon broke off the kiss and laid a fully aroused and trembling Tristan gently on the bed.

Tristan laughed shakily. "I just knew you would carry me at a point this evening."

Damon laughed as he stripped out of his cloths, revealing inch by inch of his sexy delicious body. Tristan watched him, licking suddenly dry lips as his hand moved to stroke his hard cock. His husband was gorgeous.

Damon groaned low in his throat when he turned to find Tristan stroking his hard leaking cock. "You make me so damn hot baby." He murmured, covering Tristan's body with his.

And cut off from the rest of the people on the yacht, the couple made mad sweet love to each other. When Tristan felt Damon inside him, stretching him, filling him, he closed his eyes and moaned softly. It was divine.

When they both felt the intense orgasm barrelling down their spine, they looked at each other and Damon whispered, "Come with me baby." 

Damon increased his thrusts and the stroking of his hand on Tristan's cock, their gazes locked on each other. He was floored by the glazed look in Tristan's eyes. Tristan in the throes of passion was a thing of beauty.

"Damon..." Tristan gasped and that was all the signal Damon needed. 

"Right there with you baby." He captured Tristan's lips in a fiery kiss, shooting into him just as Tristan shot between them. It was mind-blowing. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. They both groaned into the kiss but never once broke off the kiss. Even after that intense orgasm, the two continued to kiss each other softly and oh so sweetly.

"Thank you for being mine Tristan Thomas Reid. I love you. So much." Damon said, his eyes suspiciously bright.

"And I love you Damon Thomas Reid. Thank you for being my husband." Tristan replied, gently wiping at a tear that had slipped out of Damon. "And thanks for the surprise. Anything more and I swear I would have fainted." He chuckled.

Damon quickly busied himself with rolling off Tristan but Tristan read the move and took hold of Damon's chin, forcing him to look into Tristan's questioning eye.

"What did you do Damon Bartholomew Thomas Reid? What other surprise are you..."

Damon groaned, thinking of ways to kill his beautiful mother for telling Tristan his middle name. "Baby I have to go get a washcloth for yo..."

"Not today. I want to feel you in me. Now tell me. What are you hiding?" Tristan peered into Damon's eyes.

"Okay, okay." Damon groaned, flopping onto his back and praying that Tristan didn't get emotional or angry. He just wanted him to laugh with happiness. "I might have spoken to Adriana about your preferred car."

"Might have? Damon..." Tristan groaned.

"What? I'm not too comfortable with that bike you speed around on. Just...humour me please. Drive the car sometimes. Pretty please!" Damon pouted and batted his lashes at Tristan making him roar with laughter.

"Dude will you stop making that face? It's so not you." Tristan wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "So you got me a..."

"Lamborghini Reventon." Damon drawled. "Adriana said you're in love with that car. It's waiting in our home as I speak. Can't wait to see you driving the shit out of it." Damon grinned.

Tristan went so quiet Damon's heart sunk. He moved to cover Tristan's body with his and buried his face in Tristan's neck, chanting...

"Please, please, please."

"What? Why are you saying that?" Tristan asked, confused.

"Please don't get angry or emotional." Damon murmured into Tristan's neck.

"Dude, I can't not get emotional. It's not every day I'm given one of the most expensive cars in the world as a gift. What the fuck do you want me to do? I didn't even get you anything." Tristan ended in a whisper.

"You gave me the greatest gift of all my love." Damon raised up his head to look into Tristan's eyes with all the love that he felt, in his. "You." Then he lowered his head and captured Tristan's lips in a languid kiss. 

"I don't know what to say." Tristan whispered, slightly shaken.

"Just say you will love me forever." 

"I do, and will forever Damon." Tristan said with so much emotion.

"Good. Better get used to this, husband mine. I plan on spoiling the shit outta you." Damon said, moving off Tristan.

"And what am I supposed to be doing whilst you're spoiling the shit out of me?" Tristan drawled.

"Laugh Tristan. I want to hear you laugh. You have no idea what it does to me when I hear you laugh."

"Damon, the last thing I feel like doing right now is laughing. I want to..."

"Need help with that?" Damon cut Tristan off and then pounced on him, tickling him mercilessly.

Their delighted laughter rang out in the room. The whole day had been a roller-coaster of emotions. The couple wanted to end the day on a high by simply having fun with each other. They both knew there was bound to be challenges along the way, but they also knew their love would stand the test of time. They were together and that was all that mattered.

THE END