Not liking the turn of the conversation, Tristan covered Sean’s mouth with his and nudged his tongue past those full lips. Sean sucked on it, and Tristan’s cock thickened against the bunching muscles of Sean’s belly. He’d spent his nights mapping out every inch of Sean’s body, yet making love to him always brought something new and fresh. Maybe it was the fact that they were finally in their own bed, in their apartment together. The rough stubble of Sean’s jaw scraped his, and Sean’s squirming drove him wild. His breath caught in his throat, and he flexed his hips in shallow rolls.
“Tristan,” Sean panted, hooking a long, muscular leg over his hip to grind their dicks together. “Fuck, Tristan.”
“Hold on.” Tristan grabbed the lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer and hastily rolled it on and slicked himself up. Returning to Sean, he straddled him again. “Where were we?”
His lubed fingers played with Sean’s rim until Sean’s moans rose in the air around them. Unable to hold out any longer, he pushed the head of his dick past Sean’s opening, and the immediate pressure and soft warmth surrounded him, pulling him in. The slide into Sean’s passage was a welcome-home. There’d never been a fit more perfect, a connection so deep. They moved together, and he drove in farther, Sean’s hot breath gasping the words in his ear he’d long ago given up hope of ever hearing.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Sean jerked under him and came as the rush of his own orgasm swept over Tristan like a wave hitting him so hard, it knocked him senseless and breathless, leaving him incapable of any movement. Even the flutter of his eyelashes took effort.
“Don’t ever leave me.” Sean sighed, and Tristan kissed his neck, cheek, and finally his lips.
“I promise. I never will. No one will ever hurt you again.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“God, that was a great group. At first I thought it would be a bust because the moms were talking to each other and not paying attention, but check this out.” Sean held out the basket to show Tristan. “Look at all those tens.”
“Great. I guess that means you’re paying for dinner?” Tristan winked, and Sean loved how his smile reached his eyes. Tristan smiled all the time now. And with his hair down, the collar of his shirt undone, and tie loosened, he could’ve walked off the pages of a fashion magazine. Sean had caught several of the mothers eyeing him and couldn’t help but grin to himself.Sorry, ladies.
“Sure. Five Guys? Papaya King?” He licked his lips. “Dinosaur Barbecue?”
Tristan groaned and pretended to glare. “You’re a corrupter of my best intentions, aren’t you?”
“And you love it. By the way, you’re not fooling me. I see you sneaking my fries when you think I’m not looking.”
Tristan glowered, then sniffed. “I’m just trying to save you from yourself.”
Cackling, Sean finished stuffing the bills into the belt bag he’d bought to carry the money he earned from busking, as it was safer than tossing them into a backpack. Tristan slid an arm over his shoulders. It was one of those balmy, early fall evenings that were like a gift. A gentle breeze played, and birds chirped in the still leafy trees, which had started to turn color. With no place to be, they strolled out of the park and up 76th Street to Columbus Avenue, which was crowded with like-minded New Yorkers, eager to soak in as much of the nice evening as they could. It was almost as if they were all storing up the memory of this perfect night in preparation for the long winter ahead.
“How about sushi?” They stopped at the corner for a red light, and Tristan pointed across the street. “That’s a good place.”
“Tristan?”
At the sound of his name, Tristan dropped his arm and turned around. “Ralph. How are you?”
Sean took a step away to see an older, grizzled man in a rumpled suit gazing at Tristan with a quizzical expression.
“I’m good.” The man waited expectantly, and Sean gave him a polite smile.
“Uh, this is my partner, Sean Lovett. Sean, this is Ralph Clements, my lieutenant from my days on the force.”
The surprise, call it even shock, was evident in Ralph’s eyes, but he extended his hand, and Sean took it.
“Nice to meetcha, Sean.”
“Same.”
They stood about awkwardly, and Sean could see how uncomfortable Ralph was, so he tried to fill in the gap with conversation.
“How long have you been with the police department?”
“Over thirty years,” Ralph said, his gaze still on Tristan, who had his hands shoved into his pockets. “What do you do?”
“I’m a children’s party entertainer.”
