Chapter 10 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Breakfast!

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"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 want to 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 at 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 shudder 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 and neck.

Damon laughed all the way to his room.