FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 2: An explosive encounter...acceptance.

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Acceptance!

Pix of the gorgeous Tristan, acted by Matt Lantar, on the side.

Video of the yummilicious Tristan. Don't you just love him...

Enjoy!

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Tristan entered his father's office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn't help but notice the way Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though, Damon wanted to pretend nothing had happened between them. Fine...two people could play that game. But Tristan could fool any other person but himself...he was still shaken by the encounter.

Caleb cleared his throat and quickly went over the Albatros project, outlining exactly what was to be expected of Tristan. He felt so numb that he couldn't bring himself to decline as he had intended to in the first place.

He simply sat and listened to everything his father had to say and gave a simple answer...

"Okay."

"Okay? Yo...you're going to do it?" Caleb spattered, turning to give Damon a surprised look.

"Isn't that why you called me here? I will handle it." Tristan said quietly.

"Good." Caleb exclaimed. Then looking closely at his son's blank face, asked, "Son are you alright."

"Sure. Peachy. Can I go now? I'll go through these documents and get back to you if I have any questions."

"That will be great." Caleb answered beaming like he had won the lottery.

"See you at home." Tristan said to his dad and without a glance in Damon's direction, left the office.

Damon had followed the exchange between father and son and was just as surprised as Caleb. He kept picturing Tristan trembling against him and cursed himself for his lack of control even as he felt his kock harden in his pants. What the fu*k had he gotten himself into? Thank God he hadn't gone any further than he had wanted to. Tristan was one fu*ked up kid. And he wanted nothing to do with him unless it concerned Albatros.

"Good job Damon. I don't know how you did it but thanks." Caleb Thomas beamed.

'Yeah tell me about it' Damon thought. That sure wasn't what he had expected.

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Tristan woke up suddenly, panting and out of breathe. He turned to look at the time on his bedside table. It was 2:46 A.M. He could still see the rich visions and could feel the tremors that shook him. He felt the wet crotch of his pajama bottom and groaned aloud.

"Not again." He muttered drawing his fingers through his bangs. He had been having these erotic dreams about none other than Damon for the past two weeks since the encounter in the elevator. And they all ended with him ejaculating in his dreams. He was not a kid to be having wet dreams damn*it! And about Damon of all people too.

This time, it felt even more real. It was a naked Damon. Looking glorious and sexy, his body pressed hard against his. He didn't think he had ever known heat as intense as he had when Damon had brought his hand down and wrapped it around his rigid flesh, his body covering his, pressing him into the mattress, heavy and demanding as he placed himself between his... Tristan groaned again, still aching.

He couldn't go on like this. He had fu*ked every girl he could within these past two weeks but could still not get the edge off...still needed. Needed what, he wasn't sure. Damon? Hell no. Tristan knew one thing though, he had never been a coward. The best way to handle this, he concluded, was to confront the problem head on. In this case, the problem was Fu*king Damon. He planned on having a talk with him today.