Chapter Fifty Seven

Roth grabbed Tristan’s arm and pulled him towards himself, which caught Tristan off-guard and caused him to lose balance, as he fell straight onto Roth who, too, lost balance and they both ended up crashing on the rotating chair, with Tristan into Roth’s lap.

That was the closest Tristan had ever physically been to Roth in real life. It took both of them a moment to register what was happening. Roth's hand was on Tristan’s thighs and Tristan's butt was right over … God, a feeling started to develop in Tristan’s lower belly as he realized who and what he was sat upon.

With that close intimacy, he could feel Roth’s hardness just between his butt cheeks. He could feel it growing underneath him, poking him, inviting him. He was so close to Roth he could feel Roth’s warm breath on his neck, and feel Roth’s chest going up and down against his back.

Tristan’s palms began to get sweaty despite the air-conditioner in the room. He found himself unable to move. He was so close to Roth that if