Chapter 37: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Meeting the squad!

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Damon hadn’t told the guys that Tristan would be joining them. He wanted to see how Tristan would handle himself amongst his rich, intelligent but crazy friends. Briana had handled herself beautifully. Damon, however, had a feeling his baby would rub the guys up the wrong way. Tristan was a brat like that. Show time!

When they entered the basement, Tristan stopped and took in the scene in front of him. Talk of a plush state-of-the-art game room! Loud music, two people playing pool, two playing a video game, one guy, watching soccer, with the last guy watching those playing the video game and shouting obscenities that would make a sailor blush. The cook was busily arranging assorted food on a wide table in the corner. He realized Damon was pouring himself a drink at the bar and went over to pour a stiff drink for himself.

Damon simply gave him a glass and walked away. Tristan looked after him and frowned slightly. It looked like he was on his own. The bastard! He poured a shot of Courvoisier and wandered over to the guy spewing the obscenities. He remembered his comment from their last meeting at the pub some weeks back. He had humorously advised Damon to use birth control with him. Tristan wondered which one he was. The game ended with one guy groaning and the other laughing loudly.

“Both of you are morons I tell you. Your IQ must be really low guys.” Mr. Vulgar told the two guys. “I could thrash both of you with my right hand tied behind me.” He bragged cockily.

Before Tristan could stop himself, he was addressing Mr. Cocky. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? Play me.” He calmly challenged the man, who he thought had too handsome a face to be spewing forth such garbage.

Dean turned to look at Tristan, recognition widening his eyes. “I remember you. Damon’s boy-toy. You sure you wanna challenge me?” Dean drawled.

“I’d like nothing more. Maybe I can separate the men from the boys.” Tristan threw back, drawing an encouraging cheer from the other two guys.

“Oh yeah?” Dean said with an amused glint in his eyes. “Let’s do this. Scramble off boys.” Dean addressed Chris and Kyle who had been watching their exchange with amusement.

“Three games,” Tristan said.

“What’s that?” Dean picked up a controller and got seated.

“Let’s play three games. Then we can see a clear winner.”

“Honey, we can play ten games for all I care. I’m going to whoop your…already destroyed arse.” Dean drawled.

“Right. But before we start, let’s get one thing straight. If I whoop your arse, I prove beyond reasonable doubt that I’m just as male as you. And you drop all these innuendos. Deal?” Tristan stared Dean down. He couldn’t believe he was being treated like he was some sissy by this man.

Dean chuckled. “Deal. Prove you’re not just some silly little boy, who’s going to run to Papa Bear when Uncle Dean thrashes you as I’m going to do.”

“So you are Dean. Should have known.” Tristan muttered shaking his head.

“Papa Bear told you about me huh?” Dean drawled.

“Just shut up and play Dean.” Tyron boomed from behind them. All the guys had gathered behind them to see how the game was going to go. Some of the guys wanted to see just how Tristan was going to manage to come out victorious. Dean was the master of video games as far as they were concerned.

Tristan won hands down…all three games!

“How the fuck did you do that?” Dean exclaimed!

“Want to try elsewhere?” Tristan drawled feeling good. “Say…the pool table?” He threw the challenge.

“Bring it on.” Dean jumped up and moved towards the table. All the guys followed. Tristan went first to the bar to get himself more Courvoisier, and then went to wait his turn as Dean prepared to take the opening break.

Tristan whooped Dean’s arse on the pool table too, to loud applauds from the guys. Dean placed his stick on the table and went over to Tristan with his hand extended.

“I’m Dean.”

Tristan took the outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. “Thomas. Tristan Thomas.”

Dean grinned. “Like Mr. Bond huh? I like you. We’re going to be the best of friends Tristan. And you have to teach me all your tricks. Now let me introduce you to the guys.”

Tristan finally attached a name to each face. Each of the guys gave him a one-arm hug welcoming him into the group.

“Anyone who is able to thrash this idiot earns my respect.” Ty chuckled.

“Fuck off Ty.” Dean flipped Tyron off. “And finally, your man, Damon,” Dean said with a teasing smile. “Come on Tristan, let’s get something to eat.”

But before Tristan could move, Damon was drawing him into his arms and slamming his lips on his. By the time he was done with the kiss amidst whistles and catcalls from the guys, Tristan’s legs were threatening to buckle beneath him.

“Now he knows me.” Tristan breathed, already thinking up ideas on how to get back at Damon for throwing him to the wolves.

“I love you. And I’m proud of you. Wanna help me check out something upstairs?” Damon husked. He wanted Tristan so bad he couldn’t standstill.

“Sorry baby, I wouldn’t want to disappoint my new best friend. Besides, I need to eat.” With a mischievous smile and a quick kiss to Damon’s lips, Tristan moved around him and headed for the lovely buffet, leaving a frustrated Damon squeezing the bridge of his nose with a groan. He knew Tristan had felt his excitement through his pants when they had been pressed together just as Damon had felt his arousal as well. This was obviously payback. Fuck!

By the time the guys were leaving that evening, Tristan had bonded with all of them and Damon was going out of his mind with want. Tristan had teased him throughout the day with little actions. For instance, he never passed by Damon without pressing their mouths together or grinding his hips into Damon’s. At a point he had even reached into Damon’s pants when no one was watching, and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock, drawing a groan from Damon.

“We need to do something about this.” He had whispered seductively into Damon’s ear and walked away. At a point, Tristan had gone to the pool table, picked up a stick, and with a smoldering look in Damon’s direction, had worked the stick with his hand like he'd like to do something really naughty with it. Damon had almost creamed his pants.

When Tristan smiled innocently at one time and murmured, “I’m not wearing any underwear. My cock is pressing against the inside of my zipper right now. So uncomfortable”, Damon had sworn loudly.

“Shit.” He knew he was close to doing something scandalous, but had to restrain himself to Chris’ amusement.

“Hang in there buddy. We’ll be out of your hair soon. Then you can show the little tease who’s boss.” Chris had said with a chuckle.

It was obvious they all liked him. Even Dean was acting like a protective big brother around him. Damon was busting with pride at how Tristan had handled himself around the guys.