Taboo

by Jo Tannah

  “Tristan,” Zach said stepping forward, looking over his shoulder into the empty hallway behind him. “Aren’t Mom and Dad with you?”

  “No,” he said, clenching his fists nervously in his pockets. “They went to see some after-dinner show somewhere in the hotel. I begged exhaustion.”

  “I see. Well, do you want to come in? You need me for something?” Zach moved to the side as invitation.

  Tristan took a hesitant step and let go of his apprehensions. “I wanted to apologize,” he said, turning to watch Zach close the door.

  “What for? Amanda? Please,” Zach scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Come on in, let’s go sit down. You want anything? How about a drink? There’s a lot of offerings here.” He pointed to the refrigeration unit concealed in an ingeniously designed closet.

  Zach walked over to where a corner lounge sofa when Tristan shook his head. He sat and patted the space next to him.

  “Uh, hmm... ” Tristan stayed where he stood, rocking on his heels. “Okay, I... I’m sorry for what happened earlier? It was a shock seeing you after five years.” He swallowed and nearly choked. Grimacing, he ran his fingers over his hair. “You’re a beautiful man, and I just reacted. I... shit, this is difficult.”

  A smile had begun to form on Zach’s lips. They widened a fraction of a second before he pursed his lips. He leaned forward and placed his elbows over his thighs. “No.”

  Tristan froze. He frowned in confusion. “What do you mean no?”

  “I mean,” Zach said, meeting Tristan’s gaze and holding it. “Don’t apologize. Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How long you’ve been the subject of all my fantasies? Trust me, I was excited when I felt your... er... interest.” His smile turned wicked, then he puckered his lips as though holding in his laughter.

  Tristan blinked several times, unable to comprehend the look of lust that slowly began to replace the curiosity on Zach’s face. He heard the words Zach spoke, but was unable to grasp the significance. It was as if he’d been handed a ray of hope. Why he’d been given this impossible gift perplexed him. He struggled to say something coherent, but when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. All he could see was the smooth skin and the brown nipples. He swallowed down his saliva when a glitter of need replaced the lust in Zach’s eyes. His mind went blank.

  Shit.

  “I got so excited when Dad first asked me to join the firm and then Margaret asked me to be her man of honor,” Zach continued, his gaze refusing to let go of Tristan’s. “She thought I was happy for her, and I was, truly. It was unexpected, but Margaret’s got a mind of her own, like her dad. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that all I could think of was it’d be my chance to see you. I had to be here, to confirm my feelings. And I was right all along. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to know if you were still just as handsome, just as hot, as I remembered you to be. By the way... ” Zach’s gaze ran over Tristan’s body slowly. The way his eyes glinted, he liked what he was looking at. “You look even better now than you did before, although I could see you’ve more salt and pepper in your hair. Then again, that just makes me want you even more.”

  Though the words were spoken softly, they punched Tristan right through his gut. The way Zach ran his gaze appreciatively over his body woke the smoldering fire he’d carefully tried to stamp down earlier.

  Tristan watched as Zach leaned back against the sofa, arms stretched out on either side of him. He then slowly spread his legs wide. The sultry move made the silk bottoms cling to his lean form and managed to reveal more than it covered. That motion was a clear invitation. His breath hitched in his throat, he felt his cock stiffen in response, and his mouth began to water.

  “At first, I thought you were just reacting on seeing me, except then you gripped my shoulders, and that touch on my hip. That’s when I knew. By some miracle, you wanted me.”

  Zach laughed self-deprecatingly as he pushed his fingers through his hair before leaning his cheek on his palm. “I had this plan in my head. I thought I was going to see you, proposition you and allow whatever happened after to happen. Then I looked at Mom and Dad and I thought how upset they’d be should they find out. I considered my relationship with Margaret, Joshua and Mark and suddenly, I felt stupid... and very, very selfish. I didn’t want them to get upset. It hurt.”

  “Is that why you left? You were running away?” Tristan relaxed into his stance. The confidence grew in him and he took a step forward. His hands slipped out of his pockets and settled down by his sides.

  Zach nodded. “Yes, I ran. As I said, it disturbed me once I realized everyone would be upset when they eventually found out. I’ve been up here watching this stupid movie of sharks flying inside a tornado eating people up, and all I could think of was how stupid and self-centered I was. Then you knocked on the door.”

  Tristan walked over to where Zach sat and stepped between his legs. “They don’t need to know. This is just between us. Two grown men. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

  Zach exhaled noisily and leaned his forehead on Tristan’s hip. He took a deep breath, as though wanting to catch a whiff of his scent through the layers of clothing. Tristan’s heart began to race at the rising hope and he nearly choked on the increasingly overwhelming emotions. He felt his muscles flex under Zach’s touch. His raised a hand and combed his fingers through Zach’s hair, gently massaging the scalp, relishing the soft texture. He smiled at the responding groan of pleasure.

  “I want you, Zach,” Tristan said in a low voice. “I want to take you to bed, want to feel your heat around me, hear you scream as you come under me.”

  Zach buried his face in the junction between Tristan’s leg and pelvis. “I want that. At least once, I want to feel you inside me.”

  Tristan clenched his fingers on the short strands as Zach spoke. The heat of his breath had gone directly to his cock. There was no turning back now. He tugged on the short ends until Zach’s face lifted and their eyes met.

  “What are we waiting for?”

  Chapter Three

  “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been waiting for this since I was fifteen,” Zach said in a voice full of longing.

  “Don’t.” The word came out harsh, and Zach’s eyes rounded in surprise.

  “What?”

  “Don’t ever say anything like that again,” Tristan said. “I already feel too old. You have to stop saying things that makes me feel dirty.”

  Zach’s eyes went wide at the realization. “Oops. Sorry, old man. Won’t happen again.”

  “And stop calling me old,” Tristan said. He began to step away, but Zach gripped his fingers into his buttocks. When Tristan stilled, he ran his hands over the hips.

  “Hmm, you feel good under your suit and you smell fantastic.”

  Tristan groaned when Zach pushed his face again into the juncture where leg met hips, and he couldn’t help pressing back in response. He gripped tighter on the hairs in his grasp and heard the soft rasping sound as his zipper was lowered, soon followed by the brush of warm breath, making his shoulders sag when the moist heat hit him. Zach nudged the material of the jocks with his nose and Tristan couldn’t contain the groan from escaping even as his back arched. His cock tightened.

  Tristan tilted Zach’s head and bent to kiss him on the mouth. Zach opened in response. Tongues dueled and tasted each other. The kiss went slow and deep, so different from the wave of lust that was coursing through him. Tristan nipped at the softened lips beneath his, trailing his kisses to Zach’s cheeks. He bit the earlobe and explored the soft skin beneath it. Zach moaned low then reared up as Tristan’s kiss turned into a soft bite on his neck.

  Tristan stepped back toward the bed behind him, tugging Zach along with him. His hands dropped over the muscled shoulders, loving the feel of the warm, smooth skin. Taking Zach’s mouth once more, he groaned deep in his throat when the young body pressed against his. Zach was not wearing underwear and Trista
n felt the heat of the hard erection beneath the silk pajamas.

  Zach tugged firmly at Tristan’s silk shirt, causing the buttons to tear off. Succeeding, Zach slipped his hands beneath the material, his fingers digging deep against Tristan’s skin. Suddenly Zach huffed, stepped back, and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of his own pajamas. In one swift move, he slipped them down his legs, kicking them away when he was finally freed of them.

  As Tristan gaped at Zach’s erection, Zach slammed into him. The move caused Tristan to lose balance and fall onto the bed on his back. Zach quickly pulled Tristan’s pants down before kneeling between the spread legs. He gripped the hard cock that pointed up.

  “Fuck!” Tristan said, his voice gruff with passion. Zach licked his way up the hard vein to the soft crown at the head. Tristan nearly came just from that one move. Zach swallowed down Tristan’s cock, making Tristan lift his pelvis in response with a curse. Zach relaxed his mouth to allow Tristan’s cock deeper into his throat.

  Tristan shook his head against the covers. “Shit. Fuck... fuuuuuck... ” His balls felt overly tight, near ready to burst. Zach ran his fingernails softly against the soft juncture between hip and thigh, causing different nerve endings to fire in response. Tristan did not want to come yet. With a forceful yank, he slipped his hands beneath Zach’s arms, pulled up and flipped the younger man beneath him in one smooth move. Zach’s eyes went wide, but he spread his legs to better accommodate him.

  Tristan looked down, deep into Zach’s eyes before clamping his mouth over him. He caught a whiff of his own musk and liked it. He could taste himself as well, which only served to deepen his satisfaction. Slipping a finger between Zach’s lips, Tristan made sure it was wet before he reached down to Zach’s anal passage.

  He teased the opening before gaining access. Zach spread his legs further apart. Tristan pulled away, making the younger man groan in frustration.

  “Where are they, hon?” Tristan asked.

  “Fuck. Side table. Drawer.”

  Tristan dropped him a kiss and stood, mesmerized with the naked body before him. When he realized he was still wearing his coat shirt and tie, he began to undress as fast as he could without looking too eager, all the while looking down to where Zach lay on the bed. He zeroed in on the hand Zach was using to stroke his own erection slowly.

  Finally freed of his clothing, he saw Zach’s attention had drifted down to where his own hard cock bounced up and down against his abdomen. Tristan knew he still had a lot going for him, knew he looked good for his age, with no sign of fat, and only a sprinkle of dark and gray hair over his somewhat tanned skin. He moved to open the drawer and placed the condoms and lube packet on the bed beside him.

  Tristan tore a condom packet open and smoothly slid it into place. He used his teeth to open the lube packet and smeared it liberally over his sheathed cock.

  “Hurry... ” Zach said.

  Zach reached for Tristan when he crawled back between his spread legs. Tristan rolled him over and drew him to his hands and knees. He smoothed his hands over the younger man’s hips, down the side of his firm thighs before he lightly pushed them apart with his .knees.

  Tristan pried his butt cheeks apart, causing Zach to spread his legs wider and give him more access. He gasped out loud when Tristan nudged his hard cock against his opening.

  Zach pressed his cheek into the mattress when Tristan began to penetrate slowly. Zach gasped and grunted into the bed when Tristan bottomed out.

  Tristan paused as he struggled for control, his fingers gripping Zach’s hips. He could feel the surrounding heat ripple as Zach tightened his muscles around him. Tristan reached for Zach’s cock and pumped it, yanking an orgasm from the younger man as he began to move in and out of his hot passage. Zach cried out, his back arched, fingers gripping the sheets as he twitched his hips in response.

  Tristan gripped the base of his cock before pulling all the way out. He urged Zach onto his back before lifting his legs over his shoulders.

  Zach grunted when the head of Tristan’s penis nudged against him once more. He reached up to grip Tristan’s hips and pulled him closer. The slickness of the lube allowed for easy entry.

  “Hard. I want it hard and fast,” Zach said.

  Tristan didn’t have to think twice. He slammed into Zach’s body as he fucked him hard as demanded. The pressure built as Tristan pumped his hips faster and deeper. He gripped Zach’s hard erection in his hand.

  “Tristan... ” Zach gasped out at the dual sensation.

  “Come.” The growled out command from between clenched teeth set Tristan’s balls on fire. He felt Zach jerk and tighten his muscles in response.

  Tristan couldn’t believe his own endurance. The wait was almost killing him as the tight clench of muscles around him made him cry out. Suddenly, orgasm washed over both of them.

  Spasmodic jerks from the intense sensations made Tristan cry out his release, Zach’s voice joining his, echoing against the walls.

  Tristan slumped over Zach, his face pressed into his neck. They both breathed hard, the rasps of their breaths loud in the now silent room. He hoped Zach didn’t find him lacking.

  “I’ll find out if they’ll move us to adjoining rooms,” Zach said in a breathless voice.

  Tristan shifted off and slumped beside Zach, unable to find the strength to make another move. His emotions ran high at the thought Zach actually wanted more.

  “Are you sure?” He couldn’t help asking, feeling both guilty and exhilarated at the same time.

  Zach surprised him. He shifted on the bed, lifted his leg, and draped it over Tristan’s. He laid his head on the hard chest, threw one arm over Tristan’s waist, closed his eyes and breathed out a contented sigh.

  “Definitely.”

  Chapter Four

  When they woke up an hour later they made their request, but not before Tristan made sure Zach wanted to be with him as much as he did. He shut up when Zach crawled on top of him, straddled his waist and proceeded to kiss him senseless. By midnight, they’d been moved to adjoining rooms three floors up. Tristan had suggested getting a suite instead, but Zach reminded him about what their families would say should they found out.

  “We can get one, next time,” Zach said, running his hand down Tristan’s back. The promise of a future made Tristan beam happily, and from the way Zach’s face lit up in delight, he felt the same way.

  Whatever was happening between them, it felt right. There was no angst, no drama to their relationship. At least, not yet. Snuggled in Tristan’s bed later that night, they made a decision to enjoy each other’s company and make the most of their limited time in the hotel. What happened after the wedding, neither men wanted to discuss. Tristan’s one hope was that he’d kept Zach satisfied. So far, he knew he was successful. The way Zach pressed closer to him, burrowing into his arms, even going so far as taking a sniff of him, made Tristan grin like a loon. He’d never felt this way before, relaxed and carefree. Wanted. He hoped Zach would continue to want him for a long time.

  Both realized they were hungry when their stomachs growled, so they ordered room service. As neither of them had eaten their fill at the buffet, they were now enjoying waffles drizzled with chocolate with a side dish of sliced fruit and berry mix.

  Tristan lifted a raspberry to Zach’s lips. A soft tongue flicked against his fingers before Zach drew the berry into his mouth.

  “The things you do with your tongue,” Tristan said with a shudder.

  “Wait until later, then you get a treat,” Zach replied with a naughty smile.

  “You sure know how to work that mouth of yours,” Tristan said. Remembrance of how he’d swallowed him down earlier made his cock harden once more.

  “You can get this mouth for the rest of your life, as far as I’m concerned,” Zach said as he pushed the now empty plate away. He went to the bed and leaned against the headboard. Tristan’s eyes ran appreciatively over the body before him. Zach was
naked. They both were.

  “Really?” Tristan replied. He, too, pushed his empty plate away, wheeled the cart against a wall and walked over to the bed

  “Yes. Really.”

  Tristan felt glad there was no hesitance in Zach’s voice. In fact, he had a smirk going on his lips, a smug look on his face.

  “You’re everything I’ve wanted in a man. Kind, caring, a good father, a hard worker and a good provider. A great lawyer... ”

  “What? How about my abilities in giving you the fucking you demanded?” Tristan laughed as he joined Zach on the bed.

  “Well, that too. My ass is still sore, thank you very much.”

  “I serve to please.” Tristan laughed.

  “I know,” Zach said, looking away.

  Tristan tried to meet Zach’s gaze, and when he did, he saw the uncertainty in it. “What do you mean by that?”

  Zach sighed. “It took you years to come out, but even more years before you moved out. I mean, at that time I had no idea what was going on. Margaret told me later that you’d come out to them before we graduated from high school, and yet you still stayed married. You even looked the other way when Amanda started bringing men into your home. Why did you allow that? Why did you allow her to embarrass you?”

  The questions were what he’d asked himself through the years and he could only blame himself for not having been strong enough to admit he’d been naïve. He heard Zach curse under his breath.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “Well, you’re right,” Tristan said, his lips twisting to a grimace. “I knew Amanda was an alcoholic before we got married, but she would stay off the booze when pregnant. I did love her, somewhat, but at that time I was adhering to my family’s expectations. I made decisions based on those expectations which I now regret. Then, it was the thing to do—you’re a man, you get married, raise kids and provide. I did all of those.”