Chapter 12 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Missing you!

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“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 dialing Tristan’s number whilst 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 Tristan’s 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 breathe. 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 were 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.