“Mmm, not yet.” Sean slid his hand over the cleft of his ass, brushing his hole lightly with each pass. Tristan’s heart pounded, his entire existence focused on Sean’s touch. “You like this? Or do you want more?” Sean nipped at his ear, and Tristan reached for his cock, but Sean batted his hand away.
“More,” he panted, hoping he wouldn’t pass out.
Never having been dominated in the bedroom before, Tristan was slightly amused and extremely turned-on, and he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on the wall to experience every sensation. Sean kissed the length of his spine, then kneeled at his feet and parted his ass.
“Perfect and beautiful. Just like I imagined.” Giving him only one kiss at his opening, Sean rose and draped himself over Tristan to murmur in his ear, “Do you know how many nights I’ve spent picturing what you looked like naked?” His slippery hand grasped Tristan at the base of his cock and began a swift glide up and down. Tristan could barely breathe, barely think. How could he, with Sean’s wet, naked torso pressed to his? He swelled even further, until he was sure he’d burst apart. “So many times I’ve jerked off in this very shower thinking of you like this, but the reality is so much better.”
“For me too.” Somehow Tristan managed to focus and force his lips to make words, but when a wet fingertip breached his hole, he lost it. “Fucking hell.” His eyes snapped open, and his body arched as he tried to push more of Sean’s digit past his sensitive ring. “Sean,” he cried out, and Sean began to move faster on his cock and inside him at the same time.
“Come on, come on,” Sean urged him. “Let go. Let go for me.” That wicked finger curled, lighting him up in a way he’d never experienced but now knew he could no longer live without.
“What the hell.” Wave after wave of pleasure buffeted him from all sides—his cock throbbed, his ass clenched tight, and his hands curled into fists as he came, jerking into Sean’s wet fist.
Gasping for air, he felt Sean rubbing off on him, his body shuddering as he climaxed. The water grew cool, and with reluctance, he shifted away from Sean.
“We must’ve used up the allotment of water for the entire building.” He pushed the wet hair out of his eyes, and Sean shut off the taps.
“Worth it.”
He held up his fingers. “Slightly pruney, but I agree.”
He opened the shower door, grabbed a towel, and handed it to Sean, then took one for himself. They dried off and walked into the bedroom.
Now came the awkward part. They should have an adult conversation where Tristan made it clear that while the sex had been great, he wasn’t interested in being part of a couple; he couldn’t promise Sean that this would ever happen again or that they’d take it further. The explanation was simple: he’d be gone soon. Plus, he didn’t think sleeping with Ray’s brother-in-law was what Ray had meant when he’d asked him to look out for Sean.
They faced each other, and as the seconds passed, Sean’s smile faded and that twinkle in his eyes died. “I’m gonna grab something to wear and, uh, go outside. Give me a sec.”
As he watched Sean slip on boxers and pull a T-shirt over his head, Tristan had never felt like more of a shit human being. The consequences of his actions hit him, but…what was more important: a promise made to Ray when he’d barely known Sean, or not hurting Sean, who’d already been damaged enough?
He could sort it all out later, when he moved out and Sean had found a job and most likely a new circle of friends and wouldn’t be so dependent on him for company. So he said, “Considering what just happened, I think it would be stupid to sleep in separate beds.” His long stride caught Sean, preventing him from walking out the door. “Stay with me?”
All the warning lights in his head faded at Sean’s smile. It couldn’t be wrong if it made Sean this happy. His promise had nothing to do with this. Ray would never need to know.
And as they slid into bed together, Tristan was feeling pretty damn good about it himself.
* * *
Tristan awoke to light, and sat up, blinking. Sean lay curled next to him, snoring slightly.
He glanced at his phone and did a double take, unable to comprehend.
Eight o’clock? They’d fallen asleep around ten thirty the night before, meaning he’d managed nine and a half hours of sleep. Unheard of, except for that night when Sean had unintentionally shared his bed. Without jostling Sean, he slipped out of bed, peed, and brushed his teeth, all in a daze. Normally, he’d be as exhausted upon waking up as he was going to sleep, kept awake by nightmares and the recriminations of Terry’s death. Instead, he was raring to go.
He made coffee and was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping it, when Sean shuffled in and mumbled sleepily, “Hey. Everything okay?”
No. It wasn’t. But he couldn’t tell Sean, so he faked a smile. “Yeah. Just woke up and knew I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’m contemplating a run and then breakfast.”
Sean poured a cup but didn’t sit by Tristan. He walked to the living-room window and peered through the blinds. “Sounds like a plan. It looks nice out today. I have to do a little research to plan my singing.”
“It’s still early, though. Want to join me?”
Sean met his eyes from across the room. “You don’t have to invite me along. I know we’re not dating or anything.”
“I know. But the invitation stands.”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” Sean finished off his coffee and returned to the kitchen to rinse his mug.
Tristan washed his as well and pulled a banana off the bunch. “Great. I’m gonna have a banana for a little fuel.”
