Chapter 2 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…unexpected lust!

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When Tristan stepped into the elevator in his father's office building at six o'clock that evening, it was with the intention of having a serious talk with his dad about his disinterest in his project before Damon the Mighty showed up. The last person he expected to see inside the elevator was its blue-eyed lone occupant. Blue eyes clashed with his green ones.

"Damon." Tristan greeted curtly.

"Tristan." Damon's answer was equally curt.

The doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. Neither man said anything. Tristan noticed that Damon was still in his jacket but this time, there was no tie. Standing there with his jacket open and his hands shoved casually into his pants pockets, he looked relaxed but so in control. Why was he there that early anyway, Tristan wondered. The meeting was supposed to be at seven p.m. He was just about to ask Damon when he heard the noise…then the movement of the elevator ceased. They were plunged into total darkness.

"The fuck..." Damon growled.

"Oh my god," Tristan groaned. "I th...think there...there's a problem." He stuttered sounding like he was being strangled.

"Let's hope they sort it out soon enough. Just what I need," Damon muttered.

All that could be heard in the elevator was their breathing. They waited. Then Damon heard it. A tiny sound...as if someone was sobbing.

"Tristan?" he called.

Nothing.

"Come on, talk to me, man. Are you okay?"

But all he could hear was muffled sounds coming from Tristan. Then it just hit him...Tristan probably had a phobia of darkness.

"Tristan, are you Nyctophobic? Talk to me." Damon sounded concerned.

But Tristan still wouldn't say anything. Damon took out his phone, hoping to use its flashlight application for the first time. Unfortunately, his battery was down to one bar. Shit!

"Give me your phone, Tristan," Damon demanded of the man who he could see from the little light emanating from his phone was huddled in a corner of the elevator.

"I didn't bring it." He sniffled.

Didn't bring it? Who the fuck went around without their cell phone, Damon shook his head. He shrugged off his jacket and put it on the floor. Then he went to Tristan.

"Come here." Damon reached for Tristan’s hand and pulled him up. Then he drew him into his arms.

Tristan clung to Damon and buried his face in the crook of his neck. He was trembling and Damon felt it. He rubbed the Tristan on the back gently, whispering soothingly into his ears the entire time.

"Shhh... I've got you. You'll be fine."

After a while, the trembling stopped and Tristan began to feel embarrassed. He would have pushed out of Damon’s arms but he felt so safe he stayed. Then to his horror, he started feeling other things as well. He felt Damon’s warmth, his tight body, the caress of his breath on his neck, the heady scent of his cologne... Tristan began to tingle all over. When he felt himself getting aroused, he stifled his groan. Tristan wasn’t amused.

Shit!

Tristan began to get hard to his shock. Each stroke of Damon’s hand over his back made him harder. He held his breath, shifting so that his lower half wouldn’t press against Damon. He knew that his hard-on would be a dead giveaway of how he was feeling and it would be very embarrassing.

"I need to move." Tristan croaked as he tried to move away.

But all that Damon heard was the unsteady nature of Tristan’s voice, an indication that he wasn’t okay. He rather tightened his arms around him.

"Stay." Damon’s voice had gone very husky. He knew why. With the way Tristan was feeling all sleek and hot against him, there was no surprise there. But he was genuinely concerned about the boy.

Tristan's heart pounded as he felt his control slipping. He held his breath, cursing his traitorous body as his cock pulsed and throbbed. When he felt Damon's lips on his neck, he couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat. He wondered what would happen if the man actually kissed him. A real kiss. Even as Tristan wondered, his head turned and tilted up, his curious lips meeting Damon's. The need that burst within Tristan from that contact made his heart race even faster.

"Stop that," Damon growled, tearing his mouth away and in the process, rubbing his erection against Tristan's. "Oh, shit" His hot breath singed Tristan's cheeks.

Tristan didn't miss the arousal in Damon's voice. He reacted without a thought. He sought out Damon's lips and took it with a passion that shocked even him. Silent screams of protest and fear ricocheted through his mind but his aroused body ignored every wailing demand that he stop. His tongue swept into Damon's mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of his.

Damon moved a hand from around Tristan's waist and sunk it into his hair. Then he completely took over the kiss. And damn did he kiss Tristan! An electric longing jolted through Tristan's body, making his toes curl inside his boots. He was lost.

They both moaned, reeling under the intense heat. They were both fighting for breath within minutes. Bodies strained to get closer, the air heating with a primitive lust that Damon had no idea how to fight. He shoved a thigh between Tristan's thighs, feeling the hard length that strained against Tristan’s zipper. Tristan rode that thigh, moaning and shaking as he lost himself in delicious sensations. He curled his tongue around Damon's and sucked hard as need overwhelmed him. He felt that delicious climb and knew he was going to come. He didn’t fight it. Just as he tumbled over the edge, he tore his mouth from the kiss and threw his head back in blissful abandon.

"Fuck!" Tristan gasped and shook as he came hard!

Damon latched onto that sensitive spot between Tristan's neck and shoulder and sucked hard, prolonging his ecstasy. He held him throughout his orgasm, felt the tremors that shook his lithe frame, and thought Tristan was sexy as fuck. After that intense climax, Tristan went completely lax against Damon. The only thing holding him up was Damon's strong arms around him.

"Oh, god." Tristan groaned breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" Damon chuckled, but Tristan didn’t miss the strain in his voice and the fact that he was very hard against him.

"That was...I've never felt anything like that before.” Tristan breathed. “You didn't..."

"I'm okay." Damon quickly assured him. He had gone far enough as it was. He should have known better than to allow something like that to happen.

As if on cue, the light suddenly came back on and the elevator started moving. Tristan moved away from Damon, his face on fire and his hands shaking badly. What the hell had just happened, he groaned. Did that make him gay? Was Damon gay? Tristan was totally confused. He turned to look at Damon and saw him fully composed, shrugging into his jacket.

"Damon..."

"Let it go, Tristan," Damon said gruffly just as the elevator opened on Caleb's floor.

Then without a glance in Tristan’s direction, he strode out of the elevator, leaving a confused Tristan behind.