“Unfortunately, the door lock will not be scared of you, Miss Eleanor the great. How does the commissioner idea seem about now?” She continued to ignore his existence, as she fished for something on her head, retrieving two bobby pins from her bun. Roth watched in confusion, and it wasn’t until she bent the head of one pin using her teeth and inserted it in the door lock that he realized what she was doing, his eyes widening. “You’re picking the lock?” His voice unconsciously dropped to a furious whisper. “Yes,” She replied to him this time, not bothering to look up even now, “I don’t take a no from anyone, not even door locks.” Roth forcefully removed her hands from the lock, sending one of the pins flying, and pinned her against the walls opposite to the office, “Are you crazy? I don’t know about you but I have a name out there in the world. Do you have any idea what will become of my reputation if someone ever finds out I was involved in some kind of breaking in because of the

“Hello, Roth Dimitri speaking,” His business voice came out, making him sound like an entirely different person than who had been sitting there with Eleanor for the past hour. Whatever he heard on the other end of the line made him sit right up, his eyes opening wide, as he squealed, snapping out of his usual etiquette, “Really? Oh, Thank God!” Eleanor waited for him to finish the call, her heart beating fast. After he hung up, she looked at him questioningly, her ears eager to hear the words come out of his mouth, and he didn’t disappoint. Unable to speak for a minute, he nodded frantically, biting his lower lip to hold back happy tears. She made no such attempt however and broke into tears, letting out a heavy relieved sigh, “Take me to him.” She pleaded. “They have just retrieved him, he would not be in the best shape. Why don’t you go back to your class and meet him tomorrow?” Having lost all interest in Eleanor and the conversation, he just seemed eager to drive off now. She

It was the first Friday evening in his life that Roth Dimitri had spent not in the studio. Tristan was with Eleanor in the room, and Roth was in his own room, giving them some privacy, and he hated it. He had gotten so used to being with Tristan the whole week that now he did not like even a moment of being away from him. He missed Tristan’s company. He thought of what they would be doing right now if Tristan was well. They would be in the studio, recording their secret show. He remembered Craig and started to feel that familiar sensation of guilt. For some reason, Roth blamed himself for Tristan’s kidnap, because he was the one who had brought Craig into Tristan’s life. And he knew that he was somewhat, even indirectly, linked to Craig’s feelings of resentment for Tristan. But, thankfully, now Tristan was found. A soft smile spread on Roth’s face remembering Tristan’s expression when he had finally seen Roth for the first time after being retrieved. His smile faded as soon as he

His phone was almost out of battery as he played the message from Eleanor, from three hours ago. He panicked as he recalled that he was not supposed to leave the house while Tristan was on bedrest. Would Eleanor still be there keeping him company?There were more voice messages from Eleanor but his phone died before he could play them. Roth tightly closed his eyes and then opened them again before shaking his head, trying to shake off the previous night from him - no use crying over spilt milk now. He called Eleanor from the car phone, which thankfully she picked up on the third ring. After telling her the story that she had fed Tristan, she told him that she had left immediately after dinner and that Tristan had not eaten properly or taken his medication. He thanked her for handling the situation well, and drove to his mansion after ordering Tristan’s favorite treats and buying a movie to watch later with him. He would make it up to Tristan, and Tristan would undoubtedly give in, n

Tristan - he was staring at him from the picture that he had been looking at for an hour, now that the call had ended, exposing the tabs behind it. Roth realized with horror that he had been zooming in on Tristan’s lips for so long. He hurriedly turned off the phone, as to put that picture of Tristan out of his sight, and went to the bathroom to wash the day from himself. What was happening to him? Why was he having these thoughts like this about his best friend? x - x - xTristan pressed his lean body against Roth’s stockier chest and felt his cock rise up inside of his usual plaid loungewear. Roth rolled his eyes back in enjoyment as Tristan began to slowly and sensually grind his cock against Roth's.Roth gently pushed up from their position against the wall and picked Tristan up around his waist, who kissed him, tousled his choppy, dark hair as he carried Tristan out of the entryway and into his bedroom. His strength amazed Tristan, especially his ability to toss him around with