Chapter 18 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Apologies!

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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 open, 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 that 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.