Chapter 58: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Rescued!

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Tristan woke up with a groan, feeling his stomach heave, and knew he was going to throw up. Crap! He quickly rolled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he was retching violently. Damon was hot on his heels. He held Tristan throughout, messaging his back, and murmuring soothingly to him as horrible dry heaves wracked his body. Tristan tried awkwardly to push Damon away, but he wouldn’t move.

Tristan’s head hung over the toilet as he panted for breath. As soon as he knew he wasn’t going to bring out anything again, he sat back against Damon’s chest and laid the back of his head on his shoulder, loving the feel of Damon’s fingers running through his hair. They stayed like that till Tristan’s breath was back under control.

“Better?” Damon asked softly.

“Yeah.” Tristan croaked. “I want to take a shower.”

“I think you’ll be better off in the bathtub baby,” Damon said.

“No, I prefer the shower. Don’t wanna fall asleep in the tub.” Tristan countered.

“Okay but I’m getting into the shower with you. Wouldn’t want you falling and cracking that empty head of yours.”

“Pervert,” Tristan murmured making Damon roar with laughter. “Wanna brush my teeth first.”

With Damon’s help, Tristan made it safely to his feet. Swaying slightly, he drifted into Damon’s warm, solid embrace and buried his face in the hollow of Damon’s throat.

“We need to get some food into you, Tris. And water. Lots of water.”

Tristan groaned at the thought of food. “I don’t wanna eat.” He whined.

“Well, you’ve gotta. You need your strength back. Come on.” Damon helped Tristan to the sink counter so he could brush his teeth whilst he took off his own clothes. He had already showered but wanted to get in there again with Tristan. He wasn’t going to take any chances. Tristan wasn’t going to crack his skull in addition to everything that had happened. Not on his watch.

After Tristan finished brushing his teeth, Damon pulled off his boxer briefs and led him into the shower.

“Lean on me,” Damon instructed.

Tristan laughed softly. “I’m not that weak you know.”

“Just do it.” Damon chuckled, pulling Tristan to lean on him with Tristan’s back against his front.

He proceeded to wash both Tristan’s hair and body thoroughly, using a washcloth at Tristan’s request. Tristan sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying Damon’s ministrations. It felt heavenly. When Damon massaged his scalp, it felt so damn good Tristan moaned, reminding Damon of the last time they had been in a shower together and what had happened.

“Shit!” Damon cursed softly under his breath when he felt his cock start to harden. “Turn around.” Damon’s voice was husky.

Tristan turned around and curled his arms around Damon’s neck. He looked up into Damon’s eyes and smirked, immediately recognizing that look. Arousal. When Damon’s big, strong arm circled Tristan’s waist, bringing his body flush against his, he couldn’t miss that rock-hard, hot, thick cock pressed against Damon’s belly.

“Told you you’re a pervert.” Tristan chuckled. “Taking advantage of a helpless man.”

“Fuck you.” Damon laughed. “I can’t help myself.”

Tristan buried his face in Damon’s neck and licked at the water on his skin. He dropped a kiss on Damon’s neck making him shiver. Then he licked the skin from Damon’s collarbone up to his ear, drawing a tortured moan from Damon.

“Tris…”

“Shhh…” Tristan whispered against Damon’s lips and proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of him.

Damon hissed as Tristan’s hand snaked down between them, to close around his hard cock.

“Baby, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Damon groaned.

“Shut up,” Tristan muttered.

Tristan stroked Damon slowly, watching his eyes rolled back in his head. His mouth skated over Damon’s lightly at first, then deeper, teasing his tongue against Damon’s, sucking on it, stroking it until Damon moaned into his mouth. As he kissed Damon, Tristan’s hand sped up slightly, his thumb running over Damon’s barbell. Sudden heat suffused Damon’s entire body and his balls got tight and high, showing just how close he was to shoot his load. With a fierce growl into Tristan’s mouth, Damon moved a hand between them to cover the hand Tristan was stroking him with. He wrapped his hand tightly around Tristan’s and squeezed, quickening his stroking.

Damon jerked fast and rough with both their hands, moaning brokenly into the kiss as desire unfurled hot and deep in his chest and then spiraled lower, urgent and demanding. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe… He tore his lips from Tristan and cried out Tristan’s name as he shot warm spurts of cum onto their hands, his body writhing and twitching throughout his climax.

“Christ…” Damon choked out, as he squeezed his eyes closed and tilted his head back to rest against the tiled wall behind him.

Tristan curved a hand around Damon’s neck and pulled him into another kiss. When they both came up for air, Tristan moved his lips along Damon’s jaw, dropping tiny kisses. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.” He whispered into Damon’s ear.

“You’re welcome. Just don’t scare me like that again. Please.” Damon said still trying to catch his breath.

Tristan dropped a kiss on Damon’s lips. “I’ll try,” Tristan said chuckling at Damon’s dazed look.

“Baby should I…” Damon started.

“No. Rain check?” Tristan whispered.

“Okay. Come on, let’s get some food into you.” Damon shut off the spray and led Tristan out of the shower.