Chapter 52: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Enter the ex!

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With a moan, Tristan pressed tighter against Damon and wound his arms around his neck, and pulled his head down for a fiery kiss. And right there on the dance floor, in front of all those people, they claimed each other. Holding Damon’s head by the back of his neck, Tristan just thrust his tongue down his throat as they ground against each other. Damon got his hands on Tristan's arse and they practically humped each other on the dance floor, only their pants keeping them from actually fucking right there.

Damon broke off the kiss and sucked erotically on Tristan’s lower lip. He heard someone moan beside him and turned to look at who it was. It took him a minute to realize that it was actually Andre. He was dancing with a young man but his eyes were fixed on Damon and Tristan, the lust in their grey depth, unmistakable. Damon grinned and gave him a wink before turning to face Tristan.

"Love you," Damon whispered against Tristan’s mouth.

After dancing for a while, they went back to their seats.

“Where are Cole and Briana?” Tristan asked Damon.

Damon gave a chuckle. “Knowing those two, they’re probably fucking in the restroom or in one of those dark corners in the club.”

“Good for them. I need a drink.” Tristan looked at the bottles of assorted drinks on their table trying to decide on which one to take.

“More tequila? Or you want something else?” Damon asked.

“Courvoisier.” He said reaching for the bottle but Damon beat him to it and poured some for him, just as Andre and the young man he was dancing with, joined them.

“Tristan, you are a very good dancer.” Andre looked at Tristan intently, unable to suppress the want in his eyes.

“Thanks, Andre,” Tristan replied, sounding amused. This was the first time a man, besides Damon, had expressed blatant desire towards him. He didn’t know how to react to that.

“Great moves,” Andre added, running his hot gaze over Tristan.

“Andre…” Damon began.

“Relax my friend. I know he’s yours.” Andre sighed, wishing Damon wasn’t so serious about Tristan so that they could share as they had done in the past.

“There they come,” Tristan said looking at Cole and Briana approach their table.

“Andre, this place is the best,” Cole said as they sat down.

“We aim to please,” Andre said.

“Have you guys looked around?” Cole asked Damon and Tristan. “They have some pretty great alcoves in the back.”

“They do huh?” Damon couldn’t help the teasing grin that broke out on his face. “What did I tell you, baby?” He turned to ask Tristan.

“Go fuck yourself, Damon,” Cole said, one corner of his mouth tugging upward with amusement, which turned into a burst of full-blown laughter when Briana turned to hide her face against his neck.

“I’d rather fuck him thank you very much,” Damon said pointing to Tristan.

Everyone at the table erupted into laughter.

“Don’t we all?” Andre drawled.

But just as Damon was about to turn to tell Andre just where to shove his fantasies, a raven-haired beauty screamed Tristan’s name, causing everyone at the table to turn towards her.

“Chloe!” Tristan looked surprised.

“I knew that was you. What did I tell you, Raoul?” She addressed her companion and threw herself into Tristan’s lap.

Tristan groaned. “Why here of all places? Hey Raoul.” Tristan greeted the young man who grinned and waved at him.

“This is the place to be.” She actually sounded drunk. “Why haven’t you called to tell me you’re in town?” Chloe gushed, winding her arms around the neck of a still surprised Tristan and slamming her lips on his.

“C'est quoi ce bordel.” Andre exclaimed with shock.

Tristan tried without success to pry Chloe’s arms from around his neck and break off the kiss to Damon’s amusement. Briana’s eyes were big as saucers, her jaw had fallen open as she stared at Tristan and the girl. Cole raised a brow, but other than that didn’t utter a word.

“I’ve missed you so much, Honey.” Chloe moaned, grinding her arse on Tristan.

Tristan took advantage of his freed lips and quickly drew back his head, standing up to get a clingy Chloe to slide off his lap.

“Chloe, will you listen to me?” Tristan tried to talk to the horny drunk beauty but she didn’t look like she could hear a thing he was saying. She was clearly unaware of the turmoil going on inside Tristan.

“Dance with me, Tristan.” She started pulling him to follow her.

“Hey stop. I don’t wanna dance.” Tristan held back.

“Please,” Chloe whined, still trying to draw Tristan onto the dance floor.

“You know she’s not going to take a no for an answer don’t you?” Damon asked Tristan. “Just go dance with her.”

“Non, Non, Non Damon. Vous faites une grosse erreur.” Andre said shaking his head.

Tristan turned to look at Damon, trying to read from his eyes whether he was really okay with the situation even as Andre kept repeating that it was a mistake in French.

“Go on.” Damon urged.

Tristan allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor where a slow number was playing. Chloe’s hands went around Tristan’s neck and her head rested on his chest as they moved slowly to the music.

“Oww, young love.” Raoul sighed and then turned to walk away.

Briana excused herself to go use the bathroom and Andre went off with his companion to check up on something, but not before telling Damon exactly what he thought about him being okay with his man dancing with a girl who obviously had the hots for him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Cole asked Damon quietly. He hadn’t missed the way Damon had stiffened at that idiot Raphael or whatever he was called’s comment.

“Yeah.” He said pouring a drink for himself.

After a while, Tristan came back to the table. He had finally succeeded in persuading Chloe to go home as she was drunk and needed to sleep it off. He had to take her to Raoul’s car and promise to call her the following day because she was crying her eyes out. She felt dejected that Tristan had neither called to tell her he was coming to France as he usually did nor had he called her when he actually landed in France.

As far as Tristan was concerned, his relationship with Chloe, an American who lived and worked in France, was very simple. They were fuck buddies who like each other’s company. They were in it just for the sex. They usually got together, only when Tristan came to France and even jokingly called themselves, ‘the French Connection’. He, therefore, hadn’t understood Chloe’s clingy behavior that evening, till Raoul, Chloe’s best friend, had told him before getting into his car to drive Chloe home, that Chloe was madly in love with him.

Shit!

He had always thought they understood each other. How the fuck had he not read the signs. Because now that he’d been told, Tristan could recall some of Chloe’s behavior, which had seemed rather odd to him at the time. Like the delivery that was made to him on his birthday. Chloe had sent him a bottle of her favorite wine, accompanied with a fun card that had stuck inside it, her nude picture.

The words in the card, which said something silly about a naked woman and wine, had made Tristan laugh. He hadn’t read any meaning into it though it had been strange since he hadn’t even known Chloe knew his birthdate. And there were all those recent phone calls which though wasn’t the norm with the kind of relationship they had, Tristan had dismissed as no big deal. If he had really known how she felt, he would have broken things off a long time ago.

Raoul has said something about Chloe hearing stories about Tristan that had devastated her. Tristan wondered what stories Chloe had heard. He entwined his left fingers with Damon’s right and stared off into space.

“Ready to go?” Damon asked in a hoarse voice, making Tristan squeeze his eyes shut briefly. Damon didn’t sound like his usual confident self. “It’s past midnight and you have to go to work in the morning.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Tristan murmured.