Chapter Seventy Five

After wiping Roth's nose, he moved his finger to Roth's lips, appearing to wipe non existent sauce from there as well. As Roth patiently let him, Tristan felt a bubble of hatred rising in his chest for Craig. How could this man openly flirt with Roth, knowing that he was straight, and completely ignoring Tristan's existence.

Craig was taking his time tracing Roth's lips with his finger, but Tristan had had enough of it, "Craig, I think you got all of it. Let him go back to his fish."

Craig, not bothering to turn to acknowledge Tristan, still rubbing at Roth's lips, definitively replied, "Nah, there's still some."

"Where?" Roth asked promptly. Craig's finger accidentally slipped inside Roth's mouth as he opened it. Now Roth was sitting with his mouth gaped open waiting for Craig to remove his finger, meanwhile Craig seemed to really enjoy his finger being inside Roth's mouth.

Saliva was building up in Roth's mouth as Craig gave his finger a detailed tour of Roth's mouth, with no