Dylan had to be more than buzzed. Four doubles of Jäger slammed back-to-back had to have him good and drunk about now. Dylan kept hold of Tristan. His upper body still wrapped around him as he tried to buck Julian away. Julian was just doing what he did best and didn’t seem to understand or pick up on the fact he wasn’t wanted until Dylan’s knee connected with his jaw in an attempt to get away.
“Fuck, man, I was just trying to make you feel good,” Julian mumbled, rubbing his jaw.
“Sorry,” Dylan apologized. He was back on Tristan, tugging his shirt over his head as he straddled Tristan’s lap. Dylan’s mouth descended on his, kissing him again. It took several seconds for Tristan to break free, only to have Dylan latch on to his neck, sucking hard. That was most definitely going to leave a mark.
“Babe, what about J? Do you want him here?” Tristan asked, stroking Dylan’s hair.
“I can’t,” Dylan whispered against his skin. “Only you.”
“We’ll do whatever you want. Tonight’s about you.” That earned him another plunge of Dylan’s tongue in his mouth as Dylan ground his dick roughly against his belly. Tristan smiled into the kiss as he placed his hands on Dylan, stopping the roll of his hips. He didn’t want to take chances with all the grinding going on, just in case he could manage an orgasm under the alcohol haze. He wanted to be the one to coax the orgasm from Dylan’s body.
“Thanks for coming over, but I don’t think this is gonna happen tonight, J,” Tristan said, drawing Dylan back to his neck. He had to concentrate on keeping his brain functioning as Dylan assaulted his ear.
“Like, you want me to leave?” Julian asked, clearly confused.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I was wrong about what I thought he needed. Please lower the garage door on your way out. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tristan managed before Dylan was back to kissing him like his life depended on their intimacy. Julian didn’t say anything as he gathered his clothing and left. He knew the guy had already made plans for later anyway, so he didn’t feel too bad for sending him away. Several seconds passed after he heard the garage door close, and his body was headed to the point of no return with the way Dylan rubbed against him.
“The bedroom. I want you in my bed.”
“Are you mad?” Dylan whispered, leaning back enough to look into Tristan’s eyes. The passion fled, and he witnessed the insecurity slipping back in.
“No, not at all. Honestly, I didn’t like him touching you. It made me feel things I’m not used to feeling,” Tristan confessed, maybe his own insecurity forced the quiet words out.
“It didn’t feel right. We didn’t fit,” Dylan replied, leaning back in to kiss his lips again.
“We fit,” Tristan admitted in a moment of sincerity. He leaned forward and lightly kissed Dylan’s lips. “You and I fit. I want you tonight, and I want you to trust me.”
The honesty of this moment didn’t escape him, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever before in his life experienced an intimacy as endearing and sweet. He lifted his palms to Dylan’s face and they stared at one another. Several long seconds passed between them before Dylan nodded.
“Good. I want you in me like last night, and hell, I want to bury myself in you, too,” Tristan groaned, running his hands up then down Dylan’s waist. He wanted the two of them in his bedroom, but loved having this naked man pressed against him. “You know this weekend isn’t going to be enough. We fit too well together.”
Tristan knew it was safe to say those words. While Dylan should technically be too drunk to even notice, it caused him to put some distance between them. Tristan wasn’t going to let that happen. He closed his arms tightly around him again, drawing him back to the kiss. Dylan opened for him, quickly turning the kiss into a frenzy of promised pleasure and sizzling need with both teeth and tongues clashing. He couldn’t lift Dylan off him, so he turned and positioned them across the sofa.
“Should have been my mouth on you, not his,” Tristan rumbled, not able to let go of the fact that he had been the one to suggest the threesome in the first place. Grabbing Dylan’s cock, he started pumping the thick length as he trailed kisses down his chest. He toed off his shoes and kept stroking Dylan from tip to base, loving the sounds Dylan made at his touch. Tristan sucked and nipped the skin under Dylan’s belly button then buried his nose in Dylan’s neatly trimmed groin, inhaling deeply. He loved the smell of a man, but Dylan’s scent made him dizzy with need. The need to know him, protect him, the need to taste him. He slid his hands up Dylan’s thighs and toyed with his balls. When his lips closed around Dylan’s cock, he thought he’d be bucked off the sofa.
“Jesus, I love your mouth,” Dylan gasped when Tristan swallowed him whole. At that, he lifted his eyes and saw Dylan’s head propped up on a couch cushion, watching him, his gaze darkened with desire. He licked around the swollen head, keeping eye contact, then deep-throated him on the next try. That was all it took for Dylan to thread his fingers through Tristan’s hair and begin to move. His hips rolled, creating a rhythm all his own. Tristan let him. He concentrated on breathing as Dylan fucked his mouth. Dylan’s hips arched forward over and over, strong fingers gripped tightly in his hair.
“Oh, fuck!” Dylan’s thrusts became erratic. A burst of pre-come hit his tongue, and he sucked the cock deeper. He used one hand to squeeze the base of Dylan’s dick hard, to keep him from coming, the other tugged at Dylan’s sac as he pressed his tongue into the small weeping slit, slowing him down but teasing him to madness.
“Aghh, please…” Dylan begged.
Tristan released the hold he had on the base of Dylan’s cock, opened his jaw, and took him to the back of his throat. He moaned at every thrust of Dylan’s hips.
Dylan murmured some indecipherable language and plunged in one last time, then tried to quickly pull out. Tristan sank his fingers into Dylan’s hips and held him in place. Dylan’s cry filled the room and Tristan swallowed around the pulsing dick as salty release filled his mouth.
“Mmm, that was…amazing.” Tristan ran his tongue up the underside of Dylan’s cock, cleaning him before he slid up Dylan’s body. He lowered his mouth, but hesitated. The intense look in Dylan’s eyes didn’t prepare him for when Dylan rose to lick the last of his come off Tristan’s lips in a move so damn sexy Tristan’s ass clenched and his cock began to leak.
“I’m in trouble…” Dylan mumbled, closing his eyes, his breathing returning to normal.
“That you are. I think we both are. Come to bed with me.” From the first time he’d laid eyes on Dylan, he thought the man might be trouble. Now that he’d had a taste, he was positive he was already in too deep.
The blow job had completely relaxed him, but also sobered him up. He’d been completely turned on. Now, his body hummed, so warm and tranquil. He remembered parts of the evening, some things were hazy, but he couldn’t forget the feel of Tristan’s mouth on him. Other parts he’d just as soon forget. What had he been thinking? There had been another man with them on the couch. His eyes popped open and he looked around the room, but Julian was nowhere to be found. He let out a breath as relief hit him hard.
Apparently he was a vanilla kind of guy after all. He wanted his sex one-on-one, even with alcohol involved.
“Come to bed,” Tristan said, leaning over him again. There was a smile there in Tristan’s eyes too, and Tristan softly palmed his face before leaning in to kiss his lips.
“He’s gone for good?” Dylan asked, feeling confused. He reached up, holding Tristan right there by the back of the neck. His fingers slid through the short ends of Tristan’s hair.
“Sent him packing before we got started, but you were too busy mauling me to notice.” Tristan laughed, probably at Dylan’s visible relief when his shoulders relaxed, and kissed him lightly.
“Thank you,” he said, smiling back. “Will Julian be mad at you?”
“No, it’s not like that, we have an arrangement. We both know the deal. Come on. Let’s go to bed,” Tristan said, pulling Dylan up.
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sp; “So this thing between you and Julian isn’t serious?” he asked as he reluctantly stood. His head swam and his knees were weak, but that was more orgasm-related than alcohol-induced.
“Not even a little.” Tristan left him standing beside the couch and ducked behind the bar to grab a water bottle.
“I need some of that,” Dylan said, shoving his fingers through his hair as he walked toward the bar on unsteady feet. Tristan took another long swallow before handing the half empty bottle to Dylan. He drank the water down.
“Want another shot?” Tristan asked.
“No. I know you don’t believe it, but I don’t actually drink,” Dylan said, taking a step back as Tristan rounded the corner.
“That’s pretty unbelievable. You didn’t wince at the Jäger.” Tristan hooked an arm around Dylan’s waist, drawing them together so Tristan’s hard-on pressed against his stomach.
“You didn’t come?” he asked, reaching lower, running his palm against Tristan’s arousal.
“No, but I’m getting mine. You promised when I sent Julian away.” That set Dylan’s stomach roiling. Uncertainty filled him. He’d been clear he wasn’t ready. “Stop the worrying. If you don’t want it, just say the word, but you said you’d trust me, remember?”
“I did.” Dylan bit his lip.
“You’re a grown-ass man, but when I see you bite your lip like that, words like adorable pop into my head,” Tristan teased.
“I’m not adorable.” The attempt at levity worked though, and his body settled down at the prospect of the unknown.
“You know, you kind of are,” Tristan said with a wink. His hands slipped to Dylan’s waist, pushing him back a few steps.
“That Julian was adorable,” he said, watching Tristan closely as he let him guide him backward.
“You liked him? I would have never guessed that by the way you drop-kicked him in the jaw.” That had Tristan laughing.
“I did not,” Dylan said, stopping their progression. Tristan’s chest collided with his.
“Wait—I got the impression you didn’t want him here.” Tristan’s tone changed, his demeanor did too as they stood face-to-face.
“I don’t want him. But I can see why you’d like him. He’s a good-looking guy,” Dylan admitted, and that smoothed Tristan’s facial features. He started pushing Dylan back through the house again.
“I found I didn’t want him here either. I think I just encouraged it to get you back here tonight.” Tristan led them through the kitchen, not letting Dylan turn around or slow down. “Are you hungry? Once I get you in that bed, it’s gonna be a good long while before I let you out.” Tristan kept him pressed snuggly against his chest, steering him through the house.
“I’m good,” Dylan said, and Tristan turned him, guiding him into the bedroom. It was an abrupt move, and he stumbled a bit, but Tristan righted him with a laugh, pulling him back up against his broad chest.
“Keep the buzz a little while longer,” Tristan whispered in his ear.
“I’m not sure I even have…” He turned his head to tell Tristan he wasn’t as buzzed as he had been. Tristan didn’t give him time to finish his sentence. He grasped his face in between his palms and kissed him passionately. Seconds later, he found himself against the bed.
“Trust me, remember?” Tristan soothed. He kept Dylan in his arms, but reached down to fold the covers back before lowering him to the mattress. “Center of the bed.”
Tristan went to his bathroom for the massage oils and a towel. When he returned, Dylan was just where he’d instructed, lying there, arms behind his head and a knee bent so his foot rested flat on the mattress. That flaccid cock plumping as Dylan watched him move closer. He stumbled on his feet at the sight awaiting him and realized he liked Dylan in his bed. He wanted more nights just like this. In a matter of about an hour, Tristan had jealousy coursing through him and now wanting the guy to regularly inhabit his life. How in the world did this resistant and stubborn man manage to evoke such emotion from him?
“Julian doesn’t have anything on you,” Tristan said honestly, averting his eyes, trying to hide all the emotions strumming through him.
“Yeah, right,” Dylan barked, laughing out loud as Tristan placed the oils and towels on the nightstand and opened the drawer. Dylan’s genuine smile took his breath. He abandoned the task at the nightstand and climbed on the bed, his eyes on that smile. He couldn’t even remember what he’d said to cause such a reaction. The true, broad grin changed Dylan’s already alluring face into something magical.
“What’s so funny?” Tristan asked as he settled beside Dylan, drawing him into his arms.
“Julian’s young and hot, and I’m an old man.”
“You aren’t that old. How old are you? Hold up. I know this answer. You’re like thirty-eight, thirty-nine?” Tristan knew Dylan’s age, but liked the smile and wanted to keep it going by teasing him.
“Don’t make me older than I am. I’m thirty-seven. How old are you?” Dylan playfully frowned at him.
“Well, I’m much younger than you. So you caught yourself a younger man. I guess that makes you my sugar-daddy,” Tristan said, laughing at Dylan’s laugh. He’d never loosened up this much. He was always serious. What had happened to cause this? Did he dare hope that Dylan was getting comfortable around him?
“Much younger, huh?” Dylan eyed him closely.
“Absolutely.” Tristan nodded, running a palm down Dylan’s chest, then back up again. He let his fingers linger over those smiling lips. “I’m a very young thirty-six.”
That had Dylan laughing out loud. “Yeah, a mere babe in the woods. I think I’m a bad influence.”
“I agree and I really like this side of you.” Tristan leaned in to lightly kiss Dylan’s lips.
“I’m comfortable,” he muttered, lying back on the bed. His eyes never left Tristan’s and the smile remained in place.
“I hoped that was it! I’ll have to remember this.” Tristan bent in again, and Dylan met him halfway, his mouth open.
“Turn over. Let me give you a massage,” Tristan said against his skin, before the kiss could go too far. “I want to make you feel good, but you have to trust me.”
Dylan didn’t respond at first and his face slowly morphed back into that serious guy he’d been earlier.
“Trust me?” Tristan asked, reaching for the oil. “Massage oil, see? I’m an expert.” He helped Dylan roll over, pushing at his shoulder. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Dylan turned, but kept his head leaned back, watching Tristan’s every move.
“Relax.” Tristan straddled the back of Dylan’s thighs. “It’s gonna be a little cold,” he said, drizzling the oil directly over Dylan’s back.
“No shit! You could have at least warmed it in your hand.” Dylan whined.
“Stop moving and lie down,” he said as he slid his hands through the oil. “I’m romancing you.”
That had Dylan lifting his head and looking back over his shoulder. “I’m a sure bet. Besides, romancing me would have been warming that up.”
“We’ll see. Turn around. Put your head down. You’re ruining the moment.” Tristan chuckled, slapping his hand on Dylan’s raised shoulder. Dylan laid his head back down and his body eased. Tristan took time working Dylan’s muscles, slowly but completely relaxing him. He worked from top to bottom on Dylan’s back, sliding his hands across his ass, ignoring his own aching cock as he caressed Dylan’s skin. God, it would be so easy to just give himself a quick tug. It wouldn’t take much, but he refused. He had his goal in sight.
When he heard the soft snores, he smiled and began to knead the firm round globes of Dylan’s ass, sliding his hands toward the center crevice. He reached out for the lubricant and condoms, dripping some on his fingers before he decided to switch up his strategy. He parted Dylan’s ass cheeks and bent in, sliding his tongue along the rim. That stirred the sleeping man. When he pressed his tongue inside Dylan’s ass, the deep moan that came from above let
him know he was doing something right.
The sweet musky taste of Dylan burst across his palate. All of a sudden he was a starving man, greedily trying to satisfy his own hunger. He lapped and teased at Dylan’s entrance, wanting to please him. Minutes passed before he replaced his tongue with the tip of his finger and trailed soft kisses across Dylan’s ass.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Tristan whispered softly while drawing circles around Dylan’s hole with his finger. He slowly pushed a digit inside, easily finding the gland that had Dylan moaning again and pressing back against his hand as if he wanted more. Tristan withdrew his finger and reached for the lube, then sat back on his heels.
“Why’d you stop?” Dylan mumbled sleepily into the pillow.
“I’m not stopping, just taking in the sight of you. You’re a beautiful man, Dylan.”
He admired every curve of Dylan’s body, from the thick muscles straining on his back to the dimples just above his flawless butt. He poured a good amount of lube on his fingers and slid his hand between Dylan’s ass cheeks. Something between a growl and a moan rumbled from Dylan as his fingers slipped inside and gently worked him open. Painstakingly slow, he loosened him even more with every twist of his wrist and curl of his fingers.
“I can’t take much more,” Dylan said and slid his hand under his body. His hips arched off the bed.
“I want to show you everything you’ve been missing.” Tristan repositioned himself and ground his erection against Dylan. After a quick feel across the sheets to locate the packet, he carefully tore it open and then slid the condom down his length before settling on the bed beside Dylan.
“Wait,” Tristan breathed. Dylan had begun stroking himself, not heeding his request. He batted Dylan’s hand away and rolled him to his side, facing away from him. He nudged Dylan’s leg up, bending at the knee and guided him forward. He tucked his forearm under Dylan’s neck and propped himself up on his elbow, turning his head as he slightly lifted to kiss Dylan’s neck and shoulder.
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