FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 15: An explosive encounter...lovers' tiff!

 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Lovers Tiff!

Pix of and an unhappy Damon, on the side.

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When Damon entered the executive suite, Tristan was lying on the queen size bed reading a magazine. Damon stripped quietly and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back in, he dressed in a grey cargo pants, black polo shirt and sneakers. Then without a word to Tristan, he went out of the room. He was hungry so he headed straight for the dining room. Alma served him delicious mustard-stuffed chicken with parmesan-roasted potatoes and a bottle of red wine. Though Damon enjoyed his meal, he knew he would have enjoyed it more if he had eaten with Tristan.

“Mr. Reid, will Mr. Thomas be coming to eat soon?” Alma asked Damon. “Should I start preparing something for him?”

“Tell you what Alma, why don’t you go ask Mr. Thomas? Maybe he’s ready to eat.” Damon replied with a smile.

“I’ll do that Mr. Reid.” And with that, Alma left for the suite.

At the door of the suite, she knocked, and not hearing any answer, entered. Tristan was not in the room but Alma could hear the sound of the shower.

“T.T.?” She called out.

“Alma?” Tristan responded from the bathroom. “What’s up?”

“Should I prepare some food for you?”

After a moment of silence, Tristan answered. “No thanks. I’m okay.”

“Alright see you later then.” Alma said and left the room.

“Shi*t!” Tristan swore. He just wasn’t in the mood for food right then. He was feeling too guilty to be able to keep anything down. He had fuc*ked up real bad. Even as he opened his mouth to ask Damon that silly question, he knew he was out of line. He had to apologize to Damon.

After the shower, he dressed in a sexy sports shirt and black jeans, remembering how hot Damon had looked in that outfit he had dressed in after his shower. He had fought the urge to get off the bed and throw himself into Damon’s arms, where he so desperately wanted to be. Damon didn’t look like he would have accepted it. Hell, he wouldn’t have accepted it.

Just as Tristan was thinking about how to apologize for his silly attitude, the door opened and Damon entered. Without looking in Tristan’s direction, he toed off his sneakers and slid into bed.

“Damon?”

“Un-huh?”

“I’m sorry.” Tristan said simply.

Damon looked at Tristan’s remorseful face for a while and patted the space beside him. “Sit.”

Tristan sat on the bed.

“Tristan,” Damon begun softly, “How would you have felt, if I had acted like how you had?”

Tristan raked his fingers through his damp hair in frustration. “Damon I’m sorry.”

“No seriously. I want to know. How would you have felt? And especially, if I had acted as such right after I’d fuc*ked you?”

“Shi*t!” Tristan groaned. “Pissed, hurt…I would have been devastated.” Tristan finished in a whisper.

Damon decided he didn’t like the shattered look on Tristan’s face. He just couldn’t stand it. After all, Tristan was obviously regretful for how he had acted. Damon wanted his cheerful Tristan back, wanted the playful, witty Tristan back. And what better way to do that than make light of the situation…