Mr. Brown himself had arrived - he was not wearing a mask either but that was because Roth hadn’t told him to. He was sure Tristan would not know him. He was about to be proven very wrong in exactly one hour and 54 minutes from then. Roth’s eyes had not left the elevator door for even a millisecond - he still had not arrived. Even if he would be wearing a mask, Roth knew he would recognize him. He had spent years living with that man. He knew everything about him down to his walk and hand movements. x - x - xAs Tristan’s Uber stopped on the front gate of that restaurant, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. The only guest who could understand the reason behind this restaurant being chosen as a venue had arrived. He had not taken a good look at the invitation to check the venue, he had just handed the card to the driver. He took in a deep breath and held it in for a while - that was the only way he could keep his knees from shaking. All that anticipation of seeing him, and n

Roth pulled away from him in confusion, or was it hurt and annoyance Tristan saw in his eyes? The voice belonged to a man in his late 40s, with a kind face and wrinkles around his eyes. He sounded amused, “I recognized you because of your partner.” For some reason he winked at Tristan. Tristan knitted his eyebrows together in confusion - did he know that man? And how did that man know him well enough to assume that his partner would be Oliver?x - x - xRoth felt his entire body starting to panic, as Mr. Brown addressed Tristan. That was the minute Roth realized that he had made a terrible mistake a year back when he hired that investigator to investigate Tristan’s whereabouts. “Who are you?” Tristan had always been famous for his straightforwardness. “Haha, didn’t you friend Mr. Dimitri tell you which investigator helped him win the bet?” The man chuckled and Roth felt furious inside. He wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t do that without blowing his cover and revealing his ident

They finally separated as Tristan unconsciously stopped kissing. Tristan caught him looking at himself and panickedly he took off his shirt while Oliver took off his pants and boxer briefs. Then he leaned over Tristan again and continued kissing. After a few moments he moved his lips to Tristan’s neck.x - x - xTristan couldn't help but start to moan, running his hands over his back. His touch was divine. He went down slowly, first kissing one nipple, then the other, then the navel, and then he came to Tristan’s crotch, which was hard as a rock.Oliver looked at him and then took his cock in his mouth. He slowly began to work it, running his tongue over every inch of it. He stopped first at cock head and kissed the top of it. Then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue so that he could run it over the tip of the glans, and then he went down to Tristan’s testicles and licked them.He just moaned, touching his chest. He went back to his dick and picked up where he left off. He t

His legs shot outwards and his toes curled up. His body was caught within the fantasy now. His hand wasn't his hand but instead was the beautiful but masculine hand of Tristan. The press of fingers against his taut flesh was those of Tristan's. It wasn't him but Tristan who was pulling at him, making him struggle for air as his body struggled to stay in control, a battle it was quickly losing with each passing moment, with each passing thought.He could see the bedroom’s walls seemed to falter for a second then reappear stronger than before. There were those eyes again, delving deep into his soul while the one arm around his body held him tight into Tristan's own sweating body. The other hand was furiously flying up and down the burning pole. There was no more time as his body jerked forward, driving itself hard into the firm muscled body.The rolling thunder that came to his ears was his own voice crying out, signaling its ecstasy over the explosion from his groin. He could hear th

Tristan wanted to do anything he could to bring back the cheeky smile on this man’s face that was once the characteristic of him. “Tristan?” Roth was now searching for something in his face. And then Tristan remembered, he had to be strong. He had to hold his ground. He had to protect the walls around himself, he had spent months trying to get over Roth, getting over Roth was the most difficult that he had ever had to do and he did not want to do it again. He would not put himself through it again. “Mr. Dimitri, here is my file and my proposal, if you want me to present the idea, I can do it too,” Tristan established that it was strictly professional. Roth looked rather taken aback, “Tristan, I am sorry! Are you still mad at me? I sent you the entire report from the investigator …” “Both of our time is precious,” Tristan emphasized on the professional. Roth looked at him in defeat. The sorrow on his face almost made Tristan’s heart go out for him, but then he remembered all the