Chapter 51: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…In da club!

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After they both dressed up, Damon drew Tristan into his arms and hugged him tightly, his face buried in Tristan’s damp hair.

“I have to go.” Tristan sighed.

“I don’t want you to go,” Damon admitted petulantly.

Tristan laughed softly and raised his head to look at Damon. “There’s a taxi waiting for me baby. I’ll be back before you know it.” He drew Damon’s head down and dropped a soft kiss on his lips and then headed for the door.

“Wait. You came in a taxi? Where’s Étienne?” Damon asked in apparent confusion. He had asked his chauffeur to go drive Tristan around so that the contractor could concentrate on other things. Damon followed Tristan into the living room.

“I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I just hopped into a taxi and came here.” He said over his shoulder, unlocking the door.

“Shit!” Damon stopped walking, suddenly understanding the weird phone conversation. “Wait.” He started towards Tristan, moving like a predator, the look in his eyes…simply entrancing.

Tristan stopped with his hand on the slightly opened door and turned to look at Damon with a raised eyebrow. “What is…”

Before he could complete his question Damon swooped right down on him and crushed their lips together, delivering Tristan an openmouthed, hot kiss. Damon slid his mouth more slowly over Tristan’s, rubbing, tongue sliding between swollen lips and Tristan seemed to melt against him, groaning softly into the kiss.

“Damon, who’s the taxi…” Cole trailed off when he saw the two men in a passionate embrace.

Neither man came up to even acknowledge his presence.

“Well, look who decided to take his time after all?” Cole drawled, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door to look at Damon and Tristan kiss each other senseless.

Their mouths parted after a while, both of them gasping for breath, Damon set his forehead against Tristan’s and slid his hand through Tristan’s mussed hair.

“What the fuck was that for?” Tristan breathed against Damon’s lips.

“Just…I love you,” Damon whispered.

“I love you,” Tristan whispered back, glancing back to look at Cole. “Do you guys get off on looking at each other kissing others?” He drawled.

Cole barked out with laughter. “That’s the rule. Watch em till they squirm. Did it work?” He grinned at Tristan.

“Does it look like it did?” Tristan shot back. “You’re welcome to watch anytime. Where’s Briana?” Tristan asked opening the door to the porch. “Oh, there you are.” He said to Briana who was getting off her phone.

“Tristan.” Briana rushed forward to give him a hug. “I thought you were going to come back in the evening.”

“I thought so too.” Cole drawled from behind Tristan.

Damon’s hand shot out and smacked Cole’s arm with the backs of his knuckles. “Jackass,” he muttered.

“Ow!” Cole cried out in surprise, rubbing his arm. Then he gasped out a laugh as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes alight with mischief. “So what are you doing back here so early Tristan?”

“Cole!” Damon growled warningly.

Tristan laughed. “I missed Damon. Came to check up on him.” He responded with an easy smile.

“What happened to those things called phones?” Cole asked looking all innocent.

“Can’t fuck through them.” Tristan deadpanned.

Briana and Damon burst into laughter. “Happy now?” Briana asked Cole, who was torn between joining in the laughter and shaking Tristan’s hand for that brilliant comeback.

“Know what Tristan, I will be very happy if you could come with me to court one day. I really would love to hear your answers to some of the ridiculous questions asked in court.

“You lawyers are a bunch of clowns man.” Tristan chuckled. “It’s a good thing that guns are not allowed inside the courtroom. Most of you would be dead.”

“I know right.” Cole roared with laughter. “But seriously dude, you actually came just to fu…”

“Shut up Cole.” Briana hissed, glaring at Cole to Tristan’s amusement. “Come on, let me walk you to the taxi, Tristan. You have to come back early and have some rest before we leave for the club.”

“Will do,” Tristan said turning to give Damon a quick kiss.

“Great. We’re going to have a blast. I hear it’s the latest club in town and it rocks.”

“Looking forward to it,” Tristan said hugging Briana again before getting into the taxi which then sped off.

Cole watched Damon stare after the taxi forlornly and chuckled. “You know, I’ve never seen you this smitten. Feels great huh?”

“More than a great man. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s…there really isn't a word to describe it. It's that feeling of waking up and thinking I’m the luckiest person in the world. It's a feeling I get in my stomach that’s unexplainable. When I’m with him, I’m happy. I can't imagine not being with him.” The words tore out of Damon.

“It’s called love Damon,” Cole said softly.

“I know. I mean love is the only word that comes close to describing how I feel. It’s just that sometimes it feels like even love is too inadequate to describe exactly how I feel about him. Do you understand me, Cole?”

“I know what you mean. Not everyone gets that.” Cole said looking at Briana walking towards them. “We got lucky.”

“We sure did man.”

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“This is a really great place you have here, Andre,” Damon said above the noise in the club to Andre, the owner. They were sitting in the classy VIP section of the club with the owner, who happened to be a friend of Damon’s. “I love the ambiance.”

“Merci mon ami. I’m glad you like it.” Andre beamed.

“How long did you say it’s been running?” Cole asked looking impressed.

“Just a month. And already we have a lot of regulars.” Andre looked really happy.

“Come on, let’s dance Tristan. I love this song.” Briana said as she stood up to pull Tristan to his feet. He quickly drained his glass of tequila and followed her onto the not-too-packed dance floor.

Damon and Cole continued talking to Andre but their eyes followed the two, who started to gyrate to the beat, giving themselves over to the grinding beat of the music and the heady atmosphere of the club. Both men couldn’t help but be amused at the attention Tristan and Briana were getting. With Briana looking very sexy in a hot white strapless cut-out mini dress and red high heels, and Tristan rocking a simple grey button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to right below his elbow, dark wash straight-leg jeans, and a pair of really nice shoes, they stood out in the crowd.

Their bodies moved sensually together as the music pounded through them. They looked like the perfect sexy couple.

“Wow!” Cole said, staring at the pair. “That is some hot shit.”

Andre groaned, his eyes stuck on Tristan. “Mon Dieu! My friend, your man is very sexy.” His sexual preference was no secret.

“Hmmm.” Was all Damon could say. Those sexy moves Tristan was making was creating a big problem. Damon was getting hard so fast it paralyzed him for a minute. “Fucking Shit!”

Cole laughed at the look of pure lust on Damon’s face. “Dude, don’t cream your pants please.”

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Damon grumped.

Cole laughed and pushed back his chair. “What do you say we break up this party huh?” He was already on his feet, obviously just as affected as Damon.

“Hell yeah,” Damon said causing Andre to bark out with laughter.

Damon and Cole sandwiched Tristan and Briana between them and danced their arses off.

After a while, Damon put his arms around Tristan and pulled him close. When they touched, Tristan felt Damon’s erection pushing against him and gasped. He looked up into Damon’s eyes, seeing them wild, glazed over with need.

“You, my love, are one horny bastard,” Tristan said laughing softly.

“And do you blame me? Are you going to make it better?” Damon purred into Tristan’s ears.