Author's note:
A new year, a new series! This has just been an idea I've been toying around with for a while. I hope you all enjoy it!
And thanks once more for all the incredible feedback I've gotten. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but I feel the need to reiterate just how much it really drives me forward! You guys are the greatest!
- your city bird
I've got to tell him tonight. I can't lie to him anymore.
Liam paced in circles around his New York apartment, nervously biting his nails as he awaited his lover's arrival. He had been with Tristan for six months now–something Naomi, his girlfriend of just under a year, knew nothing about. And unfortunately, Tristan knew nothing about Naomi either.
All that would change tonight, for better or for worse. Liam wanted nothing more than to surrender to Tristan. He felt as if everything in his life was completely expendable if Tristan would stay by his side. That's why he had to tell him about Naomi. Tonight he would confess and the next morning, he would end it with Naomi.
Liam was literally stopped in his tracks as the knocking at his front door pierced through the fog of vexing thought. He rushed toward the door, pausing at a mirror to ensure his hair was appropriately fashionably mussed before answering to that persistent knock.
The moment the door creaked open on its hinges, a pair of long thin arms wrapped themselves around Liam's body as if they would never let go.
"Tristan," Liam chuckled, his worries temporarily erased as he lifted the younger man off the ground until he could wrap his legs around his waist. Tristan peppered Liam's neck and shoulders with gentle kisses, his fingers twining in Liam's soft brown hair as the older man shut the door behind them with a swift kick.
"Hey now, take your coat off stay a while," Liam chuckled, spinning Tristan in a quick circle.
"I know I just got here," Tristan said in a smoky voice as his scalding tongue traced around the shell or Liam's ear, "but I want you, Liam." Tristan leaned back slightly, his tongue briefly flicking across Liam's lips before finding its way to refuge. Liam returned the kiss fiercely, pushing Tristan roughly back against the now-closed door.
"You sure you don't want to talk a little?" Liam said, already panting as he briefly broke the kiss, "I went shopping today. I bought you a present."
"What a sweetheart," Tristan cooed, kissing Liam on the cheek. "But I can't wait," the kisses trailed slowly and tenderly around his jawline. "I want you right now," Tristan's mouth returned to Liam's, his tongue plunging between Liam's easily yielding lips.
"I want you too, Trist," Liam moaned into Tristan's still-open mouth as he ground his hips between his lover's spread legs.
"Where do you want to fuck me?" Tristan replied with a guttural groan, his head leaning back against the wall behind him, "I'll do anything."
"Ugh," Liam groaned, his cock growing increasingly and unbearably hard at the sound of his lover's impassioned voice. He pulled Tristan's back from the wall and nearly ran the five feet from the door to the kitchen table on which he sat Tristan down gently. "Get ready," Liam whispered, kissing Tristan lightly on the cheek as he turned to exit the kitchen. "I'll be back in ten seconds!"
Slightly frustrated, but more excited than anything, Liam sprinted into his bedroom, retrieving his bottle of lube and managing to at least get out of his shirt. Visions of the scene about to unfold filled his mind as he began his return. He felt impossibly lucky to have fallen in love with a guy like Tristan.
That feeling was only intensified as Liam turned the corner and reentered the kitchen.
Tristan lay on his side on top of Liam's kitchen table. With his chin supported by an elegant hand, Tristan's long lean body lay stretched out before Liam, every square inch of bare skin a glowing ivory in the dim overhead lighting. His raven hair swept slightly over his hooded eyes which seemed to be eating his lover alive. Liam looked on in a daze as Tristan's other hand slowly roamed down the length of his body and briefly disappeared behind him. A look of pleasure overtook Tristan's face, his breathing quickening slightly as he tightly closed his eyes. "Liam," he whispered wantonly, his cock twitching as his hidden hand continued to perform its unseen acts of hedonism. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed, the tension in his body disappearing in an instant. Slowly, Tristan's hand came back into view as he withdrew a rather long graduated plug from between his legs.
Looking up into Liam's eyes, Tristan sighed. "If I'm not ready right now, I never will be," he laughed slyly. "I've been sitting on this all day." He set the plug down on the table beside him as he continued to smile up at Liam. "What are you waiting for? Eat up," Tristan cooed as he spread wide his smooth white thighs.
Unable to withstand his own inaction any longer, Liam quickly and clumsily unbuckled his belt and stumbled out of his trousers. Tristan turned to lean back on his elbows, his legs hanging gracefully from the edge of the dining table, as he watched his lover approach.
As Liam arrived, he found his hands magnetically attracted to Tristan's body. Even when he was clothed, Liam found it difficult to restrain himself from pouncing on Tristan, but when Tristan was completely nude, it was as if he didn't look complete without Liam's hands, his body, his tongue.
Liam gently caressed the side of Tristan's beautiful face as his other hand found its way to the sultry heat of Tristan's entrance. Tristan moaned, turning his face slightly and laving the gaps between Liam's fingers with his scalding tongue.
"You really did plan ahead, didn't you?" Liam said, suddenly forcing two long fingers inside Tristan's now trembling body. "You really should have come over earlier."
"But I liked waiting for you," Tristan hissed out through clenched teeth, "I've been so hard for you all day." Tristan began to move his hips in smooth ellipses, forcing himself down against Liam's slowly thrusting fingers, "So c'mon... I want you... No foreplay..."
Ungluing his hands from Tristan's body for just a moment, Liam rushed to uncap the bottle of lube while pushing the strained elastic of his boxer briefs down to his ankles. Moving like a man with a purpose, Liam greased his length like greased lightning. He leaned forward, aligning his body with that of his beloved as he wrapped his arms just beneath Tristan's, bringing him forward for a blindingly intense kiss. The moment Liam's tongue thrust forward to meet Tristan's, his hips drove forward at full tilt, their bodies joined in a frantic instant.
Tristan let out a muffled howl that would have shaken the walls if his lips weren't sealed with Liam's. As Liam's hips began to thrust forward with wild abandon, Tristan bared his teeth, clamping down on Liam's tongue, drawing blood and spurring Liam's passion.
Liam tightly twisted his fingers in Tristan's sable hair, pulling him backward, ending their fervent and now bloody kiss and allowing both wildly thrashing parties some much needed oxygen. Despite their burning lungs and aching bodies, neither man showed any signs of stopping. Sweat poured over Liam's lightly tanned body as he lost himself with frenzied movements in Tristan's burning heat.
"Fuck..... Fuck, Liam..." Tristan groaned, his hands reaching out like a blind man's, exploring the firm expanse of Liam's chest and abdomen as they forced themselves repeatedly between his legs. "I love you so much."
"Ugh..." Liam grunted in reply, leaning forward to gently claim Tristan's soft lips once more. The words Tristan moaned in his ears in ecstasy, the vague taste of his own blood on his lover's lips, the scent of Tristan's hair and the sweat that shone on their bodies–it all suddenly became too much for Liam. "I'm coming, baby... fuck.... Come with me, Trist..."
Tristan was already with him. With the blinding heat of a solar flare, both men's bodies collided in a mass of desperately writhing limbs; lips and teeth devouring flesh with a savage passion as they celebrated their release. Even through the pain of Liam's nails raking deep trenches in his back, the feeling of Liam's hips as he wildly thrust forward, the rapture of his own orgasm, Tristan could feel Liam's warmth spread throughout his body from within.
"I love you so much," Tristan moaned, his fingers lacing in Liam's hair as he brought him closer for another searing kiss.
"I love you too," Liam mumbled against Tristan's lips, his hips stilling as he pulled Tristan closer in his arms, "I'd do anything for you, Trist."
Being able to share a moment so fierce and tender, so intimate and passionate with someone who he truly loved, Tristan realized just how lucky he was at this moment. He was being held by a man who not only accepted everything he was, but embraced him unconditionally as a friend, as a lover, as a partner. He had met his once in a lifetime man.
Tristan folded himself into Liam's arms as he was carried from the kitchen to the bedroom. In a blissful daze, Tristan fell asleep in the arms of the man he loves.
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Half-conscious, Liam could feel a faint tickling at the back of his neck, followed by the feeling of long, cool fingers sliding from his neck to touch his cheek. Slightly annoyed at being disturbed from his sleep, Liam tried to escape the sensation plaguing his dreams.
