Fiery Heat

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y were a group of eight young guys who were very close friends. Out of the eight, only six sat around the table that evening. T

on. "How the fuck could you even sugge

on retorted. "Ignoran

st of his bloody life? Pun intended!" Dean chipped in

cussion was a doctor. That was what made Dean's cr

oment," Ty said, shaking his head

tor." Dean mockingly imitated Michael, setting off another round of hysterics.

r laughter was actually infectious though no one knew what the racket was all about. Tristan, who was pa

right. His mother was worried about him. He seemed to have lost a little life. He wasn't his usual bubbly self and his mother had noticed.

as no surprise. After all, they had always

asked, entering his room a

you think that?

't seem to put my finger on it but...tell me, are

even seeing

turned to go. Not answerin

which was so unlike him. Though he hadn't wanted to, they had forced him to come to the pub w

u

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ver there?" Matt asked Damon. "He'

en he saw Tristan. Shit! But outw

s my business partn

d to see Tristan striding towards him with an angry expression on his face and groaned silently. Although he wished Tristan was very far away from him that very moment, Damon couldn't help but acknowledge how han

ink you are?" Tristan a

ing Damon, were take

got cut off by Tristan who

Tristan asked heatedly. "Where do you get off treating people

ious to everyone present that Tristan was not only angry but he was also hurt by whatever Damo

"I only wanted to talk. I..." but before he could finish his sentence, Damon was drawing him into his arms and t

an and giving him a taste of the hunger that came with his kiss. Tristan couldn't help his moans. For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them. Tristan completely let hi

er the slightly swollen curve of Tristan's lower lip. They were reddened and fuller from his kiss. "Forgive me." Tristan loo

m making Damon look up. The guys were

...interesting

was bi so had no problem with what they had just witnessed. They were only trying to make him uncomfortable as they usuall

couldn't resist a parting shot, making eve

sked Tristan, his hand l

" Tristan said softly. "I di

all. I would have tasted

He muttered

s at me huh?" Damon drawled. "

go home," Tri

o you wa

n't k

n, out with it. Wher

asked quietly. "I really

u know this is a bad idea right? I won't be able to k

u had your tongue down my throat about five minutes ago. And if I

? Have you seen you?

im up. Never had anyone made him that hungry. He wanted to bend Tristan over and mount him like an animal. Then fuck

tty sure of: If he didn't take Tr