Fiery Heat Ch. 11

Tristan tore his lips from Damon's, his lips drawing a desperate line of kisses over Damon jaw, his neck, loving the helpless moans of pleasure erupting from Damon. He wanted him as hot, as out of control as he was. His teeth scraped along Damon's chin, his tongue peeking out to lick at Damon's lips.

Damon opened his eyes to look at Tristan and Tristan's breath caught at the expression of lust, raw and bare in his eyes.

"You drive me insane." Damon husked.

"The feeling is mutual baby. I couldn't concentrate. I had to come taste you." And with that, Tristan went down on his knees and took Damon into his hot hungry mouth.

"Holy fuck." Damon gasped, trembling as his fingers found their way into Tristan's hair.

Damon's grip tightened in Tristan's hair as he breathed harshly. Tristan's mouth slid over the pierced mushroom head, taking the full width into his mouth and sucking at it hungrily. His tongue laved the area just under the hooded edge of the head and he felt Damon jerk.

Damon cried out as Tristan sucked him back into his mouth, loving the way Tristan's hand caressed the length of his shaft, whilst the other, kneaded his balls. Tristan slurped at him, licking and sucking as his own hunger intensified. He loved hearing Damon make those uncontrollable pleasure sounds. It thrilled him. He wanted to feel the hard throb of him as he tightened for his orgasm. He wanted to taste him as he came. He wanted to...

"Enough," Damon cried out and jerked Tristan away, his hands on his shoulders as he pulled him up.

Damon's hands framed Tristan's face and his head lowered until their lips touched with a soft possession that stole Tristan's breath. He moaned helplessly into the kiss.

"I don't want to come inside your mouth Tris." Damon growled, his body shuddering.

"I really want to taste you." Tristan gasped roughly. "God, the taste of you makes me crazy."

"Not now baby." Damon said, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons on Tristan's pants, which wasn't an easy task, thanks to its soaked nature.

"Okay let's make a deal then." Tristan voice was shaky with desire.

"I'm listening." Damon husked.

"Don't come in my arse. Come inside my mouth." Tristan murmured, kissing Damon lightly on the lips.

"Damn baby!" Damon groaned. Just the thought of him finishing that way made him tremble. "You make me hot with just your words Tris. You hardly have to do a damn thing."

Damon pushed Tristan's pants down with his boxers, dropping to his knees to take them the rest of the way off, leaving Tristan standing nude, wet and hard as a rock. Before Damon got back on his feet, he watched the drop of precum that grew at the tip of Tristan's cock. As it started to slide from the opening, he caught it on his tongue and licked at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. Tristan threw his head back and cried out.

A wild, animalistic lust surged through Damon, threatening to rob him of the little control that he had. He stood back up and turned Tristan around so that his back was flush against Damon's front. He dropped tiny kissed on the back of Tristan's neck as he reached for the bottle of oil on the shelf beside the shower. Slicking his fingers with the oil, Damon gently probed Tristan's tight opening.

Tristan's hot channel immediately clamped down on Damon's fingers and dragged them deeper. He cried out as Damon's fingers moved inside him, stretching him, working the muscles, easing them into parting as he slid deeper and deeper. Damon pulled out his fingers, oiled his cock, and lined it with Tristan's lubricated hole.

Tristan gasped, feeling passion surge through his veins as the pierced mushroom shaped head eased into his passage. Fiery pleasure began to build as he felt his muscles separate for the broad length pushing into it.

"Damon." Tristan whispered shakily. He wanted to scream, but barely had breath for a whisper.

"God," Damon breathed. "You make me so hot."

Damon's voice was tortured as he held Tristan's hips still, worked his cock further into him.

Finally, he sank in to the hilt, his cock throbbing, held tight and hot by Tristan's channel as he writhed against the possession, squeezing his arse muscles. Damon cried out in pleasure, feeling the tight grip of Tristan's channel along the broad length of his cock. He knew if Tristan didn't stop tightening up on him, it would be over before it even started.

"Easy, Tris." Damon's voice sounded almost pained, beseeching.

"Fuck me, Damon," Tristan demanded, his voice hoarse. "Damn you, fuck me now."

Damon did just that. He started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but with the intense heat and pressure he was feeling, he couldn't keep it slow for long. He began to thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in as the water pounded down on them both. He could hear whimpers and grunts, wasn't sure if they came from him or Tristan and didn't care.

Tristan was close, so close. His head rested on Damon's shoulder, one hand curled around the back of Damon's neck, his eyes tightly shut. He needed to come. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. His hand went to his leaking hard cock but Damon pulled it back, taking Tristan's nipple between his fingers and twisting it hard.

"Damon please." Tristan moaned brokenly. He felt he could not retain his sanity if he didn't come soon. He turned his face toward Damon, seeking his lips. With a groan, Damon slanted his mouth on Tristan's and kissed him fiercely. Tristan rocked back against Damon with a muffled moan, never breaking the kiss.

Then Damon's thrusts increased, his cock slamming in, retreating, stretching Tristan, making him insane with the hard bite of pleasure that followed each thrust, hitting that pleasure button with his barbell repeatedly. Tristan didn't stand a chance. He screamed as the tight coil of pleasure in his groin snapped, and ropes of cum shot out of his cock. Damon kept plowing into him, hitting his prostate throughout his climax, and he could do nothing but tighten around him further, his body trembling, shaking as agonizing, brutal pleasure ripped through him repeatedly. Tristan couldn't stop screaming.

"I can't...Damon please." he cried out, fighting for breath, his voice ragged. He couldn't take anymore.

Damon's hips jerked spasmodically, his cock pulsing, throbbing. He buried himself balls deep in Tristan's arse, riding out the contractions of Tristan's muscles. A strangled scream erupted from his throat as his balls tightened up, signaling his impending release.

"Now, Tris." Damon roared as he quickly pulled out of Tristan.

Tristan turned around and got on his knees, just as the first shot of cum landed on his cheek. Quickly sliding his mouth around the glistening head of Damon's cock, Tristan caught the rest of the hard jets of hot semen on his tongue. He closed his eyes as cum spilled over his tongue in powerful bursts, swallowing repeatedly, drinking Damon down.

Damon couldn't stop the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest. The magic feel of Tristan's tongue against his super-sensitized cockhead, the swirl of that hot tongue around Damon's barbell did amazing things to Damon's system. His hands tightened in Tristan's hair as he whispered Tristan's name repeatedly, the muscles of his thighs clenching and unclenching. Damon's breathing ragged as he trembled with the force of his mind-shattering release.

"Christ!" Damon gasped at the exquisite feel of Tristan's tongue at the still leaking slit.

The only thing keeping Damon upright was Tristan's hands on his hips. He pulled Tristan up and buried his lips in his hair, shudders still raking his body as he fought to catch his breath. A shaky and flushed Tristan relaxed fluidly into Damon's arms.

"Tris?" Damon whispered his name as he brushed a wet tendril of hair from his closed eye. "Please tell me you aren't hurt, Baby. You said you couldn't but I was too far gone to stop. You okay?"

"Too much pleasure. No one has ever died of too much pleasure right?" Tristan murmured pulling Damon's head down for a ridiculously sweet kiss.

"Not that I know of." Damon chuckled. "That was mind-blowingly fantastic. Thanks."

"Hey don't thank me. I really needed that. I was so horny I was going out of my mind." Tristan murmured.

"Slut." Damon laughed softly.

"And what does that make you? A slut lover?" Tristan asked going up on his toes to bite Damon on his nose, making him laugh harder.

After they both dressed up, Damon drew Tristan into his arms and hugged him tightly, his face buried in Tristan's damp hair.

"I have to go." Tristan sighed.

"I don't want you to go." Damon admitted petulantly.

Tristan laughed softly and raised his head to look at Damon. "There's a taxi waiting for me baby. I'll be back before you know it." He drew Damon's head down and dropped a soft kiss on his lips and then headed for the door.

"Wait. You came in a taxi? Where's Étienne?" Damon asked in apparent confusion. He had asked his chauffer to go drive Tristan around so that the contractor could concentrate on other things. Damon followed Tristan into the living room.

"I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. I just hopped into a taxi and came here." He said over his shoulder, unlocking the door.

"Shit!" Damon stopped walking, suddenly understanding the weird phone conversation. "Wait." He started towards Tristan, moving like a predator, the look in his eyes...simply entrancing.

Tristan stopped with his hand on the slightly opened door and turned to look at Damon with a raised eyebrow. "What is..."

Before he could complete his question Damon swooped right down on him and crushed their lips together, delivering Tristan an open-mouthed, hot kiss. Damon slid his mouth more slowly over Tristan's, rubbing, tongue sliding between swollen lips and Tristan seemed to melt against him, groaning softly into the kiss.

"Damon, who's the taxi..." Cole trailed off when he saw the two men in a passionate embrace.

Neither man came up to even acknowledge his presence.

"Well, look who decided to take his time after all?" Cole drawled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door to look at Damon and Tristan kiss each other senseless.

Their mouths parted after a while, both of them gasping for breath, Damon set his forehead against Tristan's and slid his hand through Tristan's mussed hair.

"What the fuck was that for?" Tristan breathed against Damon's lips.

"Just...I love you." Damon whispered.

"I love you." Tristan whispered back, glancing back to look at Cole. "Do you guys get off on looking at each other kissing others?" He drawled.

Cole barked out with laughter. "That's the rule. Watch em till the squirm. Did it work?" He ginned at Tristan.

"Does it look like it did?" Tristan shot back. "You're welcome to watch anytime. Where's Briana?" Tristan asked opening the door to the porch. "Oh there you are." He said to Briana who was getting off her phone.

"Tristan." Briana rushed forward to give him a hug. "I thought you were going to come back in the evening."

"I thought so too." Cole drawled from behind Tristan.

Damon's hand shot out and smacked Cole's arm with the backs of his knuckles. "Jackass," he muttered.

"Ow!" Cole cried out in surprise, rubbing his arm. Then he gasped out a laugh as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes alight with mischief. "So what are you doing back here so early Tristan?"

"Cole!" Damon growled warningly.

Tristan laughed. "I missed Damon. Came to check up on him." He responded with an easy smile.

"What happened to those things called phones?" Cole asked looking all innocent.

"Can't fuck through them." Tristan deadpanned.

Briana and Damon burst into laughter. "Happy now?" Briana asked Cole, who was torn between joining in the laughter and shaking Tristan's hand for that brilliant come back.

"Know what Tristan, I will be very happy if you could come with me to court one day. I really would love to hear your answers to some of the ridiculous questions asked in court.

"You lawyers are a bunch of clowns man." Tristan chuckled. "It's a good thing guns are not allowed inside the courtroom. Most of you would be dead."

"I know right." Cole roared with laughter. "But seriously dude, you actually came just to fu..."

"Shut up Cole." Briana hissed, glaring at Cole to Tristan's amusement. "Come on, let me walk you to the taxi Tristan. You have to come back early and have some rest before we leave for the club."

"Will do." Tristan said turning to give Damon a quick kiss.

"Great. We're going to have a blast. I hear it's the latest club in town and it rocks."

"Looking forward to it." Tristan said hugging Briana again before getting into the taxi which then sped off.

Cole watched Damon stare after the taxi forlornly and chuckled. "You know, I've never seen you this smitten. Feels great huh?"

"More than great man. I don't know how to describe it. It's...there really isn't a word to describe it. It's that feeling of waking up and thinking I'm the luckiest person in the world. It's a feeling I get in my stomach that's unexplainable. When I'm with him, I'm happy. I can't imagine not being with him." The words tore out of Damon.

"It's called love Damon." Cole said softly.

"I know. I mean love is the only word that comes close to describing how I feel. It's just that sometimes it feels like even love is too inadequate to describe exactly how I feel about him. Do you understand me Cole?"

"I know what you mean. Not everyone gets that." Cole said looking at Briana walking towards them. "We got lucky."

"We sure did man."

***

"This is a really great place you have here Andre." Damon said above the noise in the club to Andre, the owner. They were sitting in the classy VIP section of the club with the owner, who happened to be a friend of Damon's. "I love the ambiance."

"Merci mon ami. I'm glad you like it." Andre beamed.

"How long did you say it's been running?" Cole asked looking impressed.

"Just a month. And already we have a lot of regulars." Andre looked really happy.

"Come on, let's dance Tristan. I love this song." Briana said as she stood up to pull Tristan to his feet. He quickly drained his glass of tequila and followed her onto the not too packed dance floor.

Damon and Cole continued talking to Andre but their eyes followed the two, who started to gyrate to the beat, giving themselves over to the grinding beat of the music and the heady atmosphere of the club. Both men couldn't help but be amused at the attention Tristan and Briana were getting. With Briana looking very sexy in a hot white strapless cut-out mini dress and red high heels, and Tristan rocking a simple grey button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to right below his elbow, dark wash straight-leg jeans, and a pair of really nice shoes, they stood out in the crowd.

Their bodies moved sensually together as the music pounded through them. They looked like the perfect sexy couple.

"Wow!" Cole said, staring at pair. "That is some hot shit."

Andre groaned, his eyes stuck on Tristan. "Mon Dieu! My friend, your man is very sexy." His sexual preference was no secret.

"Hmmm." Was all Damon could say. Those sexy moves Tristan was making was creating a big problem. Damon was getting hard so fast it paralyzed him for a minute. "Fucking Shit!"

Cole laughed at the look of pure lust on Damon's face. "Dude, don't cream your pants please."

"You're an ass, you know that?" Damon grumped.

Cole laughed and pushed back his chair. "What do you say we break up this party huh?" He was already on his feet, obviously just as affected as Damon.

"Hell yeah." Damon said causing Andre to bark out with laughter.

Damon and Cole sandwiched Tristan and Briana between them and danced their arses off.

After a while, Damon put his arms around Tristan and pulled him close. When they touched, Tristan felt Damon's erection pushing against him and gasped. He looked up into Damon's eyes, seeing them wild, glazed over with need.

"You, my love, are one horny bastard." Tristan said laughing softly.

"And do you blame me? Are you going to make it better?" Damon purred into Tristan's ears.

With a moan, Tristan press tighter against Damon and wound his arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a fiery kiss. And right there on the dance floor, in front of all those people, they claimed each other. Holding Damon's head by the back of his neck, Tristan just thrust his tongue down his throat as they grinded against each other. Damon got his hands on Tristan's arse and they practically humped each other on the dance floor, only their pants keeping them from actually fucking right there.

Damon broke off the kiss and sucked erotically on Tristan's lower lip. He heard someone moan beside him and turned to look at who it was. It took him a minute to realize that it was actually Andre. He was dancing with a young man but his eyes were fixed on Damon and Tristan, the lust in their grey depth, unmistakable. Damon grinned and gave him a wink before turning to face Tristan.

"Love you." Damon whispered against Tristan's mouth.

After dancing for a while, they went back to their seats.

"Where are Cole and Briana?" Tristan asked Damon.

Damon gave a chuckle. "Knowing those two, they're probably fucking in the restroom or in one of those dark corners in the club."

"Good for them. I need a drink." Tristan looked at the bottles of assorted drinks on their table trying to decide on which one to take.

"More tequila? Or you want something else?" Damon asked.

"Courvoisier." He said reaching for the bottle but Damon beat him to it and poured some for him, just as Andre and the young man he was dancing with, joined them.

"Tristan, you are a very good dancer." Andre looked at Tristan intently, unable to suppress the want in his eyes.

"Thanks Andre." Tristan replied, sounding amused. This was the first time a man, besides Damon, had expressed blatant desire towards him. He didn't know how to react to that.

"Great moves." Andre added, running his hot gaze over Tristan.

"Andre..." Damon began.

"Relax my friend. I know he's yours." Andre sighed, wishing Damon wasn't so serious about Tristan so that they could share like they had done in the past.

"There they come." Tristan said looking at Cole and Briana approach their table.

"Andre, this place is the best." Cole said as they sat down.

"We aim to please." Andre said.

"Have you guys looked around?" Cole asked Damon and Tristan. "They have some pretty great alcoves in the back."

"They do huh?" Damon couldn't help the teasing grin that broke out on his face. "What did I tell you baby?" He turned to ask Tristan.

"Go fuck yourself Damon." Cole said, one corner of his mouth tugging upward with amusement, and turning into a full blown laughter when Briana turned to hide her face against his neck.

"I'd rather fuck him thank you very much." Damon said pointing to Tristan.

Everyone at the table erupted into laughter.

"Don't we all?" Andre drawled.

But just as Damon was about to turn to tell Andre just where to shove his fantasies, a raven haired beauty screamed Tristan's name, causing everyone at the table to turn towards her.

"Chloe!" Tristan looked surprised.

"I knew that was you. What did I tell you Raoul?" She addressed her companion and threw herself into Tristan's lap.

Tristan groaned. "Why here of all places? Hey Raoul." Tristan greeted the young man who grinned and waved at him.

"This is the place to be." She actually sounded drunk. "Why haven't you called to tell me you're in town?" Chloe gushed, winding her arms around the neck of a still surprised Tristan and slamming her lips on his.

"C'est quoi ce bordel." Andre exclaimed with shock.