FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER: 13. An explosive encounter...getting kinky!

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Getting kinky!

***

"Ready?" Damon asked quietly.

"Yes." Tristan sighed.

"Let's go."

It was Saturday morning. Damon and his friends were spending the day in Damon's house since it was his turn to host their Saturday morning get-together. He had told Tristan to come join them so he could officially introduce him to the guys. The guys were already playing various games and drinking their lives away in the ridiculously large basement which had been converted into a luxurious game room. The huge projected screen was showing a live soccer match between Manchester United and Arsenal. Just as he had come up to instruct the cook to start arranging the assorted mouth-wateringly aromatic dishes he had prepared in the basement so that the guys could start eating, he heard Tristan's bike roar into the compound.

Damon had gone outside to where Tristan was getting off his parked bike. He took in Tristan's boot cut faded jeans, white t-shirt and black leather jacket...HOT! Damon had calmly reached out and taken off Tristan's helmet and then taken his lips in a sweet kiss which had left Tristan breathless.

"Are you going to let me off this bike anytime soon?" Tristan asked huskily. Damon looked breathtakingly good, as usual, completely relaxed in white drawstring lounging pants and a navy blue t-shi*t.

Damon chuckled. "Sure." Then he stepped back to allow Tristan to swing his leg off his bike and fix his helmet on the bike. "Now where was I?" He asked reaching for Tristan again.

Damon took his lips again and only released him when they both needed to come up for air.

"I missed you too." Tristan laughed breathlessly.

"You have no idea what I almost did around three a.m. I came very close to driving over to your house to pick you up. I wanted you in my bed...where you belong."

"And what stopped you from doing just that?" Tristan's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Caleb's face." Damon stated simply.

Tristan laughed. "Yeah right. As if that would stop you."

"I really wish I wasn't entertaining. You look so fuc*kabIe I just might drag you upstairs at a point Tris. Expect it." Damon husked taking Tristan's hand and moving towards the house, smiling at Tristan's teasing hum of Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On' under his breath. "What took you so long by the way? Knowing you, you probably got home this morning so decided to sleep in huh?"

Tristan chuckled. He had had a lot of fun hanging out with his friends the night before. "I got home around two a.m. but that's not the reason why I got here late. Amanda called. And you know how much of a chatterbox she is. She's still going crazy over the car. Told me I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you. I told her I already knew that. If only people could see just how lucky YOU are to have MOI." Tristan smirked.

Damon chuckled. "I know I'm the lucky one baby. And that's all that matters. But you have no idea how people envy me whenever they figure out that we're together. Sometimes I have to glare at people just to get them to stop ogling you. Both men and women. It's so frustrating. Trust me they know just how lucky I am.

Tristan laughed. "You actually glare at people? That's so fuc*ked up. Amanda is on point though. I am the lucky one. I got the sexiest, hottest and yummiest guy on the planet." He drawled making Damon laugh.

Amanda Greene, Tristan's guardian angel, as everyone who knew the story affectionately referred to her, was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was the proud owner of a sleek metallic grey Mercedes Benz B250. The fact that it was the latest model was just icing on the cake. The day after the crash, when they had gone to meet Amanda, had been very emotional for both Tristan and Amanda. Fortunately, Amanda flew Economy on the STAR-BO144 the day it crashed so she had escaped unhurt. She had been on her way to her brother's wedding in Paris when the accident occurred.