The day was not going to go as planned, little did he know. He went on instagram as usual. And the first thing that was to ruin his day happened. He saw the red circle around Tristan’s name and clicked on it to view his story. What’s called heart being stopped, someone should have asked Roth at that moment. Tristan was shirtless, and so was the man beside him, they were both grinning and there was a winking emoji on Tristan’s nipple. It was obvious, they had just had sex. The very thought made Roth’s heart fall into a dark pit of despair. Yet, he couldn’t help but stare at the picture. It could have easily been him in place of that strange man. Why is it that we only realize the importance of things right after we have lost them? Tristan’s body had gotten somewhat fuller, and he looked healthier. Tristan’s smile in the picture was bright and sparkly, as he smiled with his eyes. The love of a good man had indeed transformed him. Roth didn’t know why he felt so jealous of tha
His legs shot outwards and his toes curled up. His body was caught within the fantasy now. His hand wasn't his hand but instead was the beautiful but masculine hand of Tristan. The press of fingers against his taut flesh was those of Tristan's. It wasn't him but Tristan who was pulling at him, making him struggle for air as his body struggled to stay in control, a battle it was quickly losing with each passing moment, with each passing thought.He could see the bedroom’s walls seemed to falter for a second then reappear stronger than before. There were those eyes again, delving deep into his soul while the one arm around his body held him tight into Tristan's own sweating body. The other hand was furiously flying up and down the burning pole. There was no more time as his body jerked forward, driving itself hard into the firm muscled body.The rolling thunder that came to his ears was his own voice crying out, signaling its ecstasy over the explosion from his groin. He could hear th
Tears pooling up in his eyes, he furiously deleted the email from Roth. He would never be good enough for him. Tristan was a fool to think that he had gotten under Roth’s skin. He didn’t delete the company email though, Tristan really needed that opportunity to maintain the lavish lifestyle that he had made himself used to. He folded the laptop screen - he needed to think about it rationally. x - x - x“Babe, your company sent me an email requesting to collaborate with them,” Tristan initiated the conversation later that evening as Oliver was watching T.V. Oliver turned off the T.V. and turned to him, “Yeah, you never told me about that. I called you in the morning too. So, did you meet with the CEO on Saturday?” “I must have answered the phone in my sleep,” Tristan didn’t meet Oliver’s eye throughout, “Yes, I met the CEO.”He had, in fact, more than met the CEO. “I am thinking of taking it,” Tristan said softly, looking up at Oliver’s face to check for any reaction. “Yes! Of co
Tristan wanted to do anything he could to bring back the cheeky smile on this man’s face that was once the characteristic of him. “Tristan?” Roth was now searching for something in his face. And then Tristan remembered, he had to be strong. He had to hold his ground. He had to protect the walls around himself, he had spent months trying to get over Roth, getting over Roth was the most difficult that he had ever had to do and he did not want to do it again. He would not put himself through it again. “Mr. Dimitri, here is my file and my proposal, if you want me to present the idea, I can do it too,” Tristan established that it was strictly professional. Roth looked rather taken aback, “Tristan, I am sorry! Are you still mad at me? I sent you the entire report from the investigator …” “Both of our time is precious,” Tristan emphasized on the professional. Roth looked at him in defeat. The sorrow on his face almost made Tristan’s heart go out for him, but then he remembered all the
Yet, some part of Tristan felt empty as he sometimes caught sight of Roth in some faraway corridor, the smile and Roth’s signature cheeky attitude and comebacks were long gone now. So was the sex doctor radio show. Everything that Tristan loved about Roth was gone, yet Tristan had not stopped loving that man for even a second. He just wished that in some alternate universe, things wouldn’t have been so complicated - Oliver and Roth’s countless sexual partners had not come between them and it wouldn’t have taken Roth that long to realize his feelings for Tristan. Tristan had loved Roth too early and Roth had loved Tristan too late. x - x - xThis time Tristan did not go to drop Oliver at the airport as he left for New Jersey on the weekend. In the beginning of their relationship, Tristan would always accompany Oliver on his way to the airport to see him off - because he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. Then eventually Tristan stopped going to the airport and star
It was when the dark haired CEO stared at his watch pointedly, raising his hand up to his chest when he could easily glanced at it from underneath the table, that Oliver got the hint, and quickly connected his laptop to the big screen that was facing the table. Oliver’s phone was still connected to his laptop, and in haste, Oliver had forgotten to turn his phone off. The CEO tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the laptop - it was considered unprofessional behavior to be connecting the laptop directly to the screen. He was supposed to bring the presentation on a USB.But Oliver knew better than to apologize this time. As the laptop’s screen was mirrored on the screen, he opened the presentation, and started explaining the first slide. x - x - xTristan woke up by the booming sound of thunder. It took him a while to get to his senses. Another ear splitting thunderous sound sent Tristan’s heart racing. Tristan sat up on the couch in horror - his worst nightmare was coming true.
“Sir, turn off your phone,” The pilot said respectfully to Roth, as Roth had not gotten off his phone once since he had stepped out of the presentation room. He was trying to reach Tristan’s phone, but his call was getting automatically declined because Oliver had blocked his number from Tristan’s phone. He cursed Oliver under his breath, and turned off his phone, giving up on trying to contact Tristan. He had forgotten all about his meeting, his new project in New Jersey, and all those months’ worth of work that he had put in planning that project - the only thing that was going on in his mind was the voice of Tristan’s mother when she said in the middle of telling him a story, “Tristan has a fear of loud noises. He gets very scared during thunderstorms, that’s why we had to move here because Ireland saw a lot of thunderstorms.”“Sir,” The pilot looked at him from his cockpit, “I contacted the New York airport, to notify them to prepare to land the jet in half an hour, they are re
The company manager came to the aid of a very confused Oliver, “Mr. Roth and Mr. Tristan were best friends - Mr. Tristan was the co-owner of this firm. Give him your code, he has known Mr. Tristan longer than you have.” Oliver had never been more baffled in his entire lifetime. That was too much information to process. “Code, NOW!” Roth’s rushed voice was not going to give him the time to process it. Oliver spilled out the code in a low, dead voice, as he pulled out a chair from across the table and sat on it. The members around the table looked at him expectantly as the presentation slides came up on the screen once again as the call disconnected. Oliver stared at them blankly, he was not sure he even remembered the contents of the presentation now. The manager came to his aid, thankfully, “The meeting is dismissed, there will be a follow up tomorrow morning where you can present your opinions about the building design.”As everyone was leaving the presentation room, Oliver turn