FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 3: An explosive encounter...uncontrollable passion

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Uncontrollable passion! 

Pix on the side: Damon can't help finding TT adorable... The look on his face says it all.

Enjoy!

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Damon stopped his Jag at the gate of his house and punched in a code. The gate opened and he drove inside to park directly in front of the huge mansion.

“You know, I never get over how huge this place is.” Tristan said, getting out of the car.

“Your place is huge too.” Damon countered.

“Yeah but not as huge as this.” Tristan stated the obvious.

Since his mum had re-married about two years earlier and gone off to like with her new husband, Damon lived alone. He did miss his mum but Luke was a very nice person and most important of all, good to his mum so he was okay with their marriage. He was not totally alone though. The household staff was always around. Much as he hated the concept of domestic help, he needed them to maintain the house. Tristan was right…it was huge.

“Hello Damon.” The driver greeted his boss, taking the keys from him so he could go and park the car in the garage.

“Hey Mark. Sup?” Damon responded. He treated the staff as friends because he grew up with most of them. He made sure they were always okay. After all, money was no problem. But the beautiful thing was that, he had their loyalty and friendship. They were his family.

“Cool man.” Mark responded nodding to Tristan.

“Come on.” Damon addressed Tristan.

They entered the great hall and Damon gestured towards the kitchen.

“I’m going to go take a quick shower. I can’t stand the scent of smoke on me. Make yourself at home. We’ll talk when I get back.”

“That we will.” Tristan leaned lazily against the wall, his arm going around one of the pillars in the great hall.

Damon chuckled and started for the stairs but stopped and turned back to look at Tristan. “Are you just gonna stand there?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll just…look around.”

“Suit yourself.” Damon said and dashed up the stairs.

Tristan wondered around looking at pictures and admiring the general architecture of the whole place. It was exquisite. But then, Matt Reid, Damon’s dad, had always had great taste. The man had style. The place belonged to Damon now since it was rumoured that his mother was happy on a little Island with her new husband and wanted nothing to do with the empire. She had given her son complete control over everything by a written legal undertaking. Lydia Reid had told anyone who cared to listen that she wanted to ensure that nobody would have the chance to fight her son over the empire. Talk about a doting mother. Tristan smiled to himself and started up the stairs.

The upstairs was a series of hallways and closed doors, with Damon’s bedroom occupying the middle suite. Tristan of course assumed Damon’s room would be way down the hallway. Therefore as inquisitive as he was, he started opening one door after the other.

He knew immediately he opened Damon’s bedroom. It was so…him. And he could hear the sound of the shower from the adjoining bathroom. “Wow,” he breathed. The light was already on making it easy to see the room in all its glory. The room was massive with an equally massive sleigh bed dominating the space, covered with soft cream silky sheets. The rest of the furnishings were in cream and black. It was warm, masculine and classy.