Semua Bab The Sex Doctor : Best friend crush: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Roth, taken by surprise, already astonished at his recent thought, gaped at Tristan, not knowing what to say. Tristan took it as an agreement from him, so he rolled his eyes and took off Roth’s glasses, moving directly beside Roth, putting a hand behind Roth’s back and pointing at the sign, “Now look! Doesn’t that just make you love being alive?” What made Roth love being alive was the light on Tristan’s face, not on the sign. He was surprised at himself, not believing that he just thought that to himself. Regaining control of himself back, he took the glasses back from Tristan and managed to joke, “Yes, but I would like to be sighted as well as alive.”Tristan rolled his eyes and moved on, as Roth thoughtfully stared at his back. Why was he having those thoughts about Tristan? Tristan was his best friend - he was not supposed to view Tristan sexually. Roth knew this was because of not having had sex in over a week. Keeping Tristan in view, he pulled out his phone to drop the “bar ch

Roth wanted to visit a different bar this time, but Tristan insisted that they go to the same one as the last time, so Roth reluctantly gave in. Tristan wanted to recreate the previous time as accurately as possible.As per usual, Tristan took his seat by the counter as Roth stepped on the dance floor to own it. Tristan casually sipped on his drink, taking in the surroundings of the bar - all of a sudden, that dirty place did not seem as filthy anymore. And how could it, this was the place where he had danced with Roth for the first time. As he was waiting for Roth to look at him and call him on the dance floor like last time, he noticed a woman with the platinum blonde hair and tight mini skirt sauntered up to the bar, eyeing the regulars like an aging lioness hungry for a meal. Tristan saw as her gaze landed on Roth and a satisfied smile stretched out on her dark lips. Every step that she took towards Roth with her stilettos seemed to be crushing Tristan’s heart, but he knew he wa

Roth was freakishly strong and would not give way - instead he snuggled closer to Tristan, such that his mouth was almost on Tristan’s neck. For all the ways that Tristan had imagined this moment in his head, this was not it. Roth was his best friend and he was currently not in his senses, and despite his feelings, he didn’t want to risk anything. Tristan cared more about their friendship than his feelings and desires. He told Roth to be quiet already as he walked him to the bedroom to get him dressed. When Tristan pushed Roth back first onto the bed, he looked at Tristan with desirable half opened puppy-eyes, looking so innocent, yet so inviting. Tristan pretended to ignore him as he walked to the closet and picked out some night clothes for him. He placed them next to him on the bed and stood in front of him.“Put them on, Roth,” Tristan quietly ordered, gesturing to the clothes. Roth just let himself flop back on the bed and spread his legs far open, letting out his cock fur

When Tristan was spent, he stayed ontop of Roth for sometime, trying to calm his heavy breath, while still inside him. He rested his head against Roth’s neck, feeling his chest rising and sinking beneath him, his breath warm as he could tell Roth was sleeping soundly.“Roth?” He whispered, running his fingertips along the wide stretch of Roth’s chest.Only a soft muffled moan came in response. “Did you like it?” Tristan heard himself asking scaredly. Although Roth’s body had responded excitedly, he still wanted to know what Roth was feeling now. More than that, he wanted to tell Roth how he himself was feeling. Roth tilted his neck to the other side, exposing his neck to Tristan and letting out a soft moan. Tristan softly smiled, a small tear forming in his eye as he planted a brief kiss on Roth’s neck, before resting his head again on Roth. Tristan spoke softly, his ears vibrating because of Roth’s heart beat directly beneath him, “You know, Roth, you made it great. Really wonde

The beep signaling that Roth’s phone was receiving the call went on for a while before the robotic voice of the operator informed Tristan that Roth had refused to pick up his call. It could be an emergency, he must be busy, Tristan tried to give himself explanations, even though he could feel the sinking feeling in his stomach. Roth having left without an explanation after last night was not a good sign. He was about to dial Roth’s number again when his screen was blocked by an incoming call from Eleanor. He was not in a mood to talk to anyone right then until he heard from Roth but he had accidentally picked up Eleanor’s call while trying to dial Roth. Rolling his eyes, he turned on the speaker and tried to maintain a cheery voice, “Hello Eleanor, how are you?”“Are you crazy? How I am? How are YOU?” Eleanor’s shrill voice boomed in the room, hitting Tristan’s auditory nerves as he maintained a bored expression, waiting for her to be done so he could call Roth, “Yeah, I am okay. W