A/N
Just so as you know EVERY chapter contains smut :D
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Brad swallowed nervously, he was doomed. Tristan had caught him, flirting with James and told him to wait in their bedroom. When Tristan came back, Brad knew he was in for it. Tristan had stood Brad up and tied his hands behind him after stripping him painfully slowly.
"Maybe I need to add some rules, Bradley." Said Tristan, kissing Brad deeply. "So number five, no and I mean no flirting Bradley, the more jealous I get the more I sexually torture you in bed." Brad nodded. "well?"
"I'm sorry," said Brad.
"Sorry what?"
"Sorry... sir." Said Brad. Tristan grinned, lifting his hand and running it through his hair. "Good boy."
"Now what do you want Brad?" Asked Tristan.
"You." Breathed Brad as Tristan stroked his cock. Brad's hips moved forwards to get Tristan to move faster, but the older boy only slowed down to tease.
"What did you say?" He whispered in Brad's ear.
"Fuck, I want you."
Tristan slapped Brad's ass, but not too hard and Brad moaned. "I like it when you use bad words." Tristan growled. "It turns me on even more."
Brad grinned, slightly.
"Get down on your knees." Said Tristan as he took off his own jeans and reached for the lube on the drawer. But Brad's mouth enclosed round Tristan's cock, through the material of his boxers.
"Shit." Said Tristan nearly collapsing, Tristan growled and glared at Brad, who instantly stopped.
He lifted his chin up and kissed him, "do that again and I'll go in dry."
Brad's eyes widened and he swallowed. "Get on all fours." Said Tristan untying Brad's hands.
Tristan covered a finger in lube and placed it at Brad's entrance. "Ready Bradders?"
Brad nodded as Tristan entered one finger. "Add another."
Tristan entered a second and then a third.
"That be enough?" Asked Tristan.
Brad nodded.
"Ready baby?"
Brad nodded again, he was always ready...
