FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 21: An explosive encounter...together, forever!

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: Together Forever!

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Tristan called it ‘The Friday to Remember’. Indeed it was a day both Damon and Tristan would never forget. Their wedding day. It was a simple, quick, touching and lovely ceremony. It was an all-white casual affair. Everybody present was dressed casually in white including Damon and Tristan. Damon looked sexy in white linen pants, an un-tucked white long sleeved button down shirt with the three top buttons opened, and white loafers.  Tristan looked simply delicious in white khaki pants with an un-tucked white shirt and a white blazer, completing the look with a classy white six Inch premium boots. They both looked drop dead gorgeous.

The sheer beauty of their designer wedding bands made the people gathered gasp.  The 7.5mm comfort fit band was made of exceptional 950 platinum. The classic eternity style platinum ring had 36 channel set black diamonds encircling its form.  The inscription inside both rings simply read: ALWAYS & FOREVER. D.T.R & T.T.R. The ring was bold, tastefully luxurious and understandably expensive. It was simply stunning.

When Damon and Tristan read the heartfelt vows each had written, there was no dry eye in the marriage chamber of the City Hall. Tristan blushed so hard when the reverend who officiated over the nuptials, finally pronounced them husband and husband and asked them to kiss each other.

“Really? Blushing? One would think you’ve never ever kissed me in front of these people.” Damon chuckled against Tristan’s lips.

“Well I’ve never kissed you in front of the rever…”

Damon silenced Tristan by sealing their lips together and giving Tristan a spine tingling kiss, to which everyone gathered cheered. Then everyone was hugging them and wishing them well. There was Lydia, Stephanie, Briana, Cole, Dean, Étienne, and Luke, Damon’s stepdad who had flown in with Lydia Reid. Cole had still witnessed with Lydia on behalf of Damon though.

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After the ceremony, they all set off to a restaurant for dinner…at least that’s what Tristan thought. Tristan rode alone with Damon in a white limousine with Étienne at the wheel. Throughout the ride he chose to straddle Damon, with his head on Damon’s shoulders and his arms around Damon’s neck. Damon rubbed Tristan’s back, both enjoying the soothing sounds of classical music playing in the background. The feeling of contentment within both men was obvious.

Eventually the car stopped and Tristan got off Damon’s lap and looked around, surprise clearly written on his face when he realized they were at a waterfront and not a restaurant as he had thought.

“Where are we?” He asked looking around.

“You’ll see. Come on.” Damon said, stepping out and thanking Étienne who held the door open for them. Reaching for Tristan’s hand, Damon pulled him out.

Tristan gasped when he saw the huge yacht with lights flashing all over it, on the dock. It was majestic, breathtaking and graceful. There were other yachts, but none as spectacular as the one they were standing in front of. There were lights all over the waterfront, giving the place a Christmassy look.

“Wow this yacht is magnificent.” Tristan breathed.

After admiring the yacht for a while, Tristan began to wonder why they were there instead of the restaurant. It was getting late and he was sure the others might be hungry. He didn’t think he could eat anything that very moment though. He was too excited to keep anything down. He turned to look at Damon, noticing the presence of the others.

“What are we doing here Damon? They might be hungry.”

“Watch.” Damon pointed to the side of the yacht and suddenly, lights went on, displaying the inscription, “TRISTAN”.