His short-lived relief was interrupted by a rich and jovial voice, “Family problems?” He lifted his head to see who the voice belonged to. He was greeted by the sight of a man handsome enough to be a male model. His teutonic-gold hair currently in a casual jumble and a morning shadow stubble. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, he carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.Tristan had rarely seen such beautiful men, but then again, he had never had eyes for anyone besides Roth anyway. There was something about this man that made Tristan smile at him, somberly however. x - x - x“Sir, can I speak to you alone for a while?” They had gotten the tests done and required reports on an urgent basis, which took more money, but money had never been a problem for Roth Dimitri - so now his temporary personal medical attendant was standing before him and Eleanor in the waiting cubicle and asking to talk to him alone. Roth and El

Tristan stared at him in disbelief, “Roth, I don’t know how to tell you this but you really were into it! You might not remember but you were enjoying it.”“It does not make it any right!” Roth snapped, which made Tristan flinched. “You raped me, Tristan! You broke my trust …”Tristan clutched Roth by his arm “For the last time, please stop using that word! I did not rape you - if I had felt that I was hurting you, I would have stopped. And I know you won’t believe me, but I did not drug you for this. I drugged you to get you out of meeting with that stupid bar girl.”Roth jerked himself out of Tristan’s grip and screamed, “If you had felt you were hurting me? Did you have time to care what I was feeling or were you too overcome by stupid lust. And what a fine way to protect me by drugging me!” His voice got sarcastic at the end, as Tristan stared at him in disbelief. Tristan slowly shook his head and tears filled up his eyes and he pleadingly said, “I am sorry, Roth, I don’t know wh

Roth walked over to Tristan’s bed, where the lingering smell of Tristan’s cologne hung over the sheets. Involuntarily, Roth took a deep breath in, inhaling the smell he had been so used to that he had never noticed until now when it hit his nostrils after so long of not smelling it. He crumpled down next to Tristan’s bed, letting his head rest on the foot of his bed, as his fist clenched around the fabric of the sheets. He had not had time to rest or process the whole thing since the previous night. The soft smell of Tristan from the sheets brought it back to Roth. They undoubtedly had had fun before Tristan had decided to spoil their vacation. Roth didn’t know when his mind lulled him to sleep as he let it wander to the neon museum that Tristan had taken him to in Las Vegas. x - x - xEleanor had stayed up the whole night with Tristan, who had seemed to have lost track of time as he reminisced about the amazing vacation they had had before the last day when everything collapsed,

“Tristan?” Oliver walked towards him looking pleasantly surprised, as intrigued gazes followed him from across the dining hall. As people saw the newcomer he was greeting, murmurs began to rise from the hall. Roth was the talk of the town, especially after his recent scandal, and many of his flings with famous supermodels. As a result of living with him and being his close side friend, Tristan was exposed to a fair amount of social attention too if not equal parts. Tristan tried to ignore the rising murmurs, from which he could only pick up a few words like Dimitri and bar, but they were enough to give him an idea of what the murmurs were about, and maintained his look of astonishment at spotting Oliver in the least expected places of all. Minutes later, they were seated around the couples’ table that Oliver had been dining on earlier, when after the routine greetings, Tristan finally asked the question that had been in his mind for a while, “How come are you here for breakfast? I

Now that his residence issue was taken care of, Tristan had time in his hands to think the whole thing through. He sat before the window which opened outside to the pool area, thinking about his last stay in a hotel when he was on that vacation with Roth. That vacation had not gone how they had planned. Tristan didn’t know if he was disappointed or satisfied by the turning of events. He got to hold Roth and be with him in a way that he had dreamed of since forever. Had it not been for that vacation, Tristan didn’t know if he would have ever had the chance. But that vacation also became the reason that his friendship with Roth ended. Earlier he could only imagine what Roth’s body would feel like but now that he had been with Roth once, he knew exactly what it felt like and he wanted more of it. Now that he had had a taste of Roth, his body craved for more, because now, it felt more real. Tristan wasn’t sure now if sleeping with Roth had been a good idea at all. This was the longest