Pornstar (mxm)

Chapter 23

Every 2 minutes, Tristan looked up at the clock hanging above the door in his office, that seemed to be moving backwards today. Why couldn't it finally be 4 o'clock so he could go home with Warren?
They hadn't even been able to eat together because Tristan had had a lunch meeting with a client outside of the office, so he had barely seen him all day.

Mentally, Tristan gagged at his own pathetic-ness. He hadn't even been that pathetic when he had first fallen for Ryan, even though he had barely been 14 or so.
Ryan... Tristan hadn't even thought about him over the weekend. Over the past year, barely a day had gone by on which he hadn't thought of him, but lately thoughts of him became scarcer and didn't linger, making everything seem so long ago, even though it had only been a little over a year.
A year in which his life had changed so drastically, and turned in a direction he could have never even imagined.
Before meeting Warren, Tristan had fallen into a somewhat catatonic state, in which he was certain he would never be able to fall in love again – nor had he wanted to – but all that was long gone meanwhile, as if it would be part of someone else's life. Nowadays, even if Ryan occasionally crossed his mind, the memories no longer upset him, nor did he spend countless hours wallowing in pity and guilt, wondering what he could have done to keep him.
For the first time in over a year, he didn't secretly wish that Ryan wanted him back.

Once the clock finally struck 4, Tristan closed the file he hadn't been looking at and got up, hoping Warren was done with whatever he might be doing; Tristan hadn't told him anything since he wasn't in need of anything. Maybe he was watching porn.
It better not be with that damned Jack...
Tristan rolled his eyes at his own jealousy as he opened the door, only to find Warren reading up on eggplants.

"Hey!" Warren smiled brightly as he turned around to look at him.

Tristan couldn't help but smile, both at seeing Warren's smile, and the fact that he wasn't watching porn. Not that he cared if Warren watched porn, just as long as it wasn't with that bloody Jack Longhorn that he hated so much. He still didn't know what to do about that.
"Hey. Ready to go?"

"Yes!" Warren beamed happily, shutting his computer off before grabbing the eggplant that was still sitting on his desk.

"Found any good information?" Tristan motioned towards Warren's computer as they headed for the elevator.

"Yes. Eggplants need full sunlight with a spacing of at least 40 to 50 cm, regular watering and mulch so they don't dry up," Warren said enthusiastically, before frowning a little.
"Is there enough space for him?"

"Him?" Tristan asked amused, calling the elevator.

"We're going to call him Eggward!" Warren grinned brightly, holding up his eggplant while Tristan laughed, but before he was able to comment on Eggward, Martin came out of his office and joined them as they waited by the elevator that arrived just in time for Martin to catch a ride down with them.

The moment Martin had come out of his office, Warren had fallen silent and lowered his plant, and now stood awkwardly in the corner of the elevator, staring down at his shoes.

"Where are you headed?" Martin asked as he pressed the garage, being nearest to the panel.

"Garage too." Tristan nodded, receiving a raised eyebrow from the older man.

"You're going home?" Martin asked surprised.

Tristan gave him a dry look. "Yes, I'm going home early today."

His firm partner gave him an amused smirk. "Early? You mean like everyone else who goes home early because the firm closes at 4?"

Tristan cleared his throat.
"Right." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Warren trying to suppress a smile.