"Damn." Brad mumbled to himself as he eyed the house in front of him.
It looked like the typical house of a person with a lot of money.
A lot of windows, a dark stone and a huge driveway.
He stepped up onto the porch and looked at his watch.
8 pm, perfectly on time.
Brad leaned forward and pressed the door bell, hearing the sound echoing in the house.
The door was soon opened and Brad's breath hitches as he saw Tristan standing there in black suit pants and a white button up that had most buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to expose a black Rolex watch around his wrist.
"Good evening, Bradley." Tristan greeted the younger male, his name sounding like honey on his lips.
"Hi Tristan." Brad said with a smile.
He was wearing black pants topped with one of his signature button ups, all buttons undone expect for a few exposing his chest and the necklace he always wore around his neck.
The blonde stepped to the side, letting Brad into the room and the brunette tried not to look to astonished at the beautiful entrance hall.
"I was expecting your butler to open the door if I'm being honest."
Brad said and Tristan smirked.
"Oh Alfred already left. His shift ends at 7:30."
Brad raised his eyebrows but he couldn't tell if Tristan was joking or not.
"Follow me." The blonde said and walked towards a doorway in the back of the room.
It lead to a beautiful kitchen with marbled counter tops and a bar with many different sorts of alcohol.
"Would you like a drink?"
Tristan asked and stood behind the bar as he smiled at Brad.
"What do you recommend?"
The brunette asked and the taller male and he turned around to face the many bottles.
"You fancy whiskey, lover boy?"
He asked and looked back at Brad with a smile, his eyes dark with an emotion that made Brad shiver.
"I'd love one."
Tristan placed a glass in front of him and poured in the beverage.
"And what am I drinking?"
Brad asks as he picks up the glass and looks into Tristans stormy blue eyes.
"A Grace O'Malley."
The blonde said and Brad took a sip, his eyes never leaving Tristans.
The beverage was unbelievably smooth on his tounge, the taste of bourbon vanilla lingering in his mouth.
"Jesus that's good stuff." Brad breathed out and Tristan smiled.
"It's a limited edition so better enjoy it while it lasts."
The two sat in silence for a while, both just staring into each other's eyes.
"Is this the kick you wanted to give me?" Brad whispered, his tone smooth like honey and Tristan leaned closer to him.
"Oh no baby boy, this was only supposed to prepare you for it."
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Good boy - Tradley
Fanfiction(THIS IS 100% FICTIONAL) Short Story Brad has been feeling empty, like something is missing but he can't place what exactly it is. But when he meets a mysterious blonde will he really be able to help him just like he said he could? Should he let h...
