Chapter 48: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… Amongst friends!

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The food was delicious. Briana had been dumbfounded when Tristan spoke to the waitress in fluent French. So whilst they enjoyed their meals, she quizzed Tristan on how he could speak French so effortlessly, leaving Damon and Cole to catch up.

“Growing up, my family used to visit Paris a lot,” Tristan told Briana. “My mum loved it here. Her maternal grandmother was French. So my sisters and I were made to learn how to speak the French language. Whilst they struggled with it, however, I could speak it with cheeky ease.”

“That’s my genius.” Briana teased.

“You have no idea the things I got away with just because I could speak French. All I had to do was remind my mother that I was her only child who would make her grannie proud.” Tristan said with a mocking sort of wide-eyed innocence, causing Briana to throw her head back against her seat and laugh uncontrollably.

“Oh my God. You are nuts.” Briana gushed.

“Honey, it was fun. And my sisters were so regretful they hadn’t taken French seriously. Hell, I still do get away with stuff, thanks to French…

‘Young man, do you have any idea the kind of trouble you’re in?’

‘Am I? Remember the French revolution mum?’

‘Oww, come for ice cream, my prince.’”

Tristan mimicked an outrageous obviously made-up conversation between him and his mum making Briana roar with laughter. Tristan joined Briana to have a good laugh causing patrons to turn to look at them. Some were smiling and giggling as the two laughed contagiously. Cole and Damon stopped talking to stare at them.

“You two care to share?” Cole asked with a mock scowl.

“No, we don’t.” Briana stuck her tongue out at Cole, squealing when he quickly leaned over and caught her tongue between his teeth. That squeal soon turned into a moan when Cole started sucking on it and finally kissing her till she was breathless.

“You asked for it girl.” Damon chuckled, looking at the pair fondly. At least the pregnancy scare was over. Cole had called him three days earlier to give him the good news. “Okay Tris, we might as well leave. ‘Cause for these two, kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases. They’re not gonna finish anytime soon.”

Cole started laughing against Briana’s lips. “Shut him up for me will ya?” He said turning to look at Tristan whilst Briana blushed and laughed softly. “Knowing him, he wants some.”

“I certainly do,” Damon agreed with a shit-eating grin. “Asshole.”

Tristan cracked a slightly mischievous smile and in a mockingly sincere voice, addressed Damon. “You have my permission to kiss her if you want to. Now, whether Cole will allow it, is another matter.”

“Smartass,” Damon said whilst everyone laughed. “I thought YOU were going to give me some.” Damon gave Tristan a sultry grin as he shifted in his seat, unconsciously betraying a bit of lingering soreness.

Tristan noticed Damon’s discomfort and couldn’t suppress the mischievous grin that broke free across his face. But he knew he had to get Damon into a hot tub. Fast!

“Oh, I am going to give you some alright,” Tristan murmured. “But in bed ‘cause I’m not going to be able to stop after a kiss.”

“Wow!” Briana gasped looking like she was going to swoon. She thought the pair looked simply hot together.

“Now if you guys will excuse us,” Tristan said standing up, “I have to go…shut him up.”

Everyone erupted into laughter.

The two couples went to their various chalets. Damon and Tristan needed to unpack and have a much-needed rest. The plan had been to hit the latest club in town later that evening, but they decided it would be best if they just relaxed and hanged out as it was a working day, and rather go clubbing the following day, which was a national holiday in France. It would be more fun.

***

“Oh, fuck, this feels so good.” Damon moaned.

They were sitting in the Jacuzzi. Damon sat in the steaming hot water with his eyes closed and the back of his head against the mirrored wall. Tristan sat between Damon’s legs with his back against Damon’s chest and his head on his shoulder. Damon’s legs encased Tristan, and his cock hit right at the cleft of his arse.

“Welcome to the club,” Tristan murmured.

“Real fuckin’ funny, asshole,” Damon chuckled, nuzzling his lips against Tristan’s temple and squeezing him with his legs.

“Takes one to know one.” Tristan deadpanned.

“Wiseass.” Damon nipped him lightly on his earlobe making a delicious shiver pass through Tristan. “So, what do you think of Cole?”

“He’s cool. I like him. And I love Briana already. She’s beautiful and fun. Did you think I wouldn’t like Cole?”

“I was hoping you would like him. He’s my best friend after all. And no, I didn’t think you would dislike him. After all, you did like even Dean.” Damon drawled, drawing low laughter from Tristan.

“I did, didn’t I? He’s one crazy dude. You know he actually…”

But Tristan lost his train of thought and gave a loud moan when Damon stuck his tongue into his ear and fucked it, occasionally pulling back to swirl his tongue around the shell, and finally, sucking on his earlobe. Tristan got hard within seconds.

“Damon…” A breathy moan escaped Tristan’s lips.

Damon pushed Tristan to stand up. Then he turned Tristan around to face him, keeping his pulled-up knees between Tristan’s legs. Then he made Tristan sit on his knees, still facing him. In that position, Damon was face to face with Tristan’s hard dripping cock. He leaned forward and swallowed Tristan’s cock into the heat of his mouth.

“Ahhh…” Tristan moaned, his hands going into Damon’s short hair.

After giving each other a couple of earth-shaking blowjobs, they fell into bed and slept till it was time for dinner.

***

Damon smelled the coffee before coming fully awake the following morning. When he opened his eyes, Tristan was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

“Coffee,” Damon murmured.

“Sit up,” Tristan instructed.

Damon stretched his arms and legs, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, displaying his sexy abs and six-pack. The covers, which had dropped to Damon’s lap, tented with his morning wood.

Tristan swallowed, feeling his cock begin to stir within his pants. He shook his head and forced himself to focus on Damon’s face. With a sigh, he handed the coffee over to Damon.

Damon moaned when he took a sip of the dark brew. “God, this is good. Aren’t you going too early?” Damon asked taking in Tristan’s sexy dark green Henley shirt and cargo pants. He looked sexy as fuck.

“It’s half-past nine, Damon.”

Damon’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked, taking another sip of the coffee. Another moan slipped out of his throat at the delicious taste of the coffee, and Tristan’s cock responded as if that sound had been hummed right against his flesh.

“I just did,” Tristan said huskily. “Listen, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to leave.”

“Keep what up?” Damon asked looking genuinely confused.

“That sound you keep making,” Tristan said as he took the mug from the hands of a still confused Damon and placed it on the bedside table. Then he crawled over Damon to straddle his lap and crushed their lips together.

Damon groaned, a sound rich with longing and arousal as he met Tristan’s kiss with a force of his own. His arms went around Tristan to hold him tightly as he devoured those sinfully kissable lips, grinding Tristan onto his morning wood. Tristan gasped as he gyrated his arse on the bulge beneath him. Damon growled and held on to Tristan’s waist, holding him down as he thrust up repeatedly as if there were no clothing between them at all. Tristan whimpered with need as he kept rocking in a sensual frenzy over Damon’s cock.

“I want you,” Damon growled against Tristan’s lips as his fingers moved to the buttons on Tristan’s pants. “I want you now, Tris.”

Tristan moaned, so desperate to feel Damon driving inside him that he could do nothing but whimper and help Damon to unfasten his buttons. Tristan’s pulsing shaft leaped free seconds later and he writhed beneath Damon’s touch, inflamed. They were both gasping for air now, straining together, loins grinding into each other.

Then they heard a loud knock.