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Thanksgiving was just around
the corner and after months—no, years—of enduring the constant feeling of dread,
Tristan felt like he could finally breathe freely. He and Zach had been afraid
to voice their concerns over the results of the most recent presidential elections,
yet it wasn’t a political situation they could easily ignore. Their marriage,
their very lives, had been at stake. They’d lost friends and a lot of clients
because of it. The pandemic situation did not help matters, especially after it
had affected the firm’s base operations. Deciding to work from home had been a simple decision, implementing it and being successful at it, was not. With the elections
finally over, the pandemic was one of the principal things Tristan continued to feel insecure
about. Thankfully, they were spending two weeks at the beach house beginning
the next day. Although it was not a real escape, it offered temporary appeasement
to the constant battles they continued to face. Although nothing was ever easy,
and he knew things were not going to get easier overnight, he wasn’t worried.
In the end, the word of law would overcome, and his marriage to Zach would stay
safe, at least, for the time being.
The week before, Tristan had decided to check both his and Zach’s schedule and surprise his husband with a two-week vacation. Tonight marked the first night of their two weeks’ vacation. After Thanksgiving, the busy work schedule would have to be faced again, but for now, all Tristan thought about was how he and Zach had finally the time off to focus on one another.
Living together for the past several
years had not been free of arguments. The truth of the matter was, Zach proved quite
opinionated. There were times he straight on butted heads with Tristan’s more conservative outlook,
but somehow, they’d continued to grow as a couple. In fact, he felt they’d
grown closer to one another. There were even moments when all Tristan had to
do was look at Zach and immediately know what he was thinking. The ping of an
incoming notification shook him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at his
phone and saw the message from Zach saying he was stopping by the grocery to
pick up some things.
“Do you want me to get you
anything?”
“Nothing. Hurry home, I miss
you already,” Tristan smiled as typed into his phone.
“Aw, so cheesy. I love it,” came
Zach’s quick response.
Tristan's smile broadened at Zach’s
use of the word cheesy. Yes, Zach
called him out on being just that. Maybe he was cheesy, but he was one for a
reason. Never had he experienced the kind of feelings he did until Zach came
into his life. Even though Zach was much younger, he was an old soul and their
connection dug deep. Should it have been any other man, he doubted he would
have been brave enough to express his love so openly. He would have felt insecure.
Ever since he and Zach started their relationship, he had nothing but strength and confidence in their love. Not for the first time, he thanked the
higher powers that he had Zach in his life.
The grocer Zach was at was
only fifteen minutes out. Tristan had enough time to prepare the screening room
and set up the movie Zach had wanted to watch for a long time. It was an old
one, The Abyss. He could still remember watching it the first time and after
Zach had expressed interest, so he thought it was a good idea to purchase an account with an online streaming app. Watching movies was a pastime that Tristan had only rediscovered, thanks to Zach and the pandemic.
Whenever Zach wanted to, as he
termed it, chill out, he watched movies. It didn’t matter what genre as long as
he could get lost in the special effects and forget about real life. Both of
them had been through a lot the past several months, first with Tristan’s
parents’ refusal to face reality their son was gay and was married to a man, and second, their illogical conviction Tristan was going back to Amanda.
Choosing to accept their ex-daughter-in-law was in prison was something that
even his parents’ closest friends couldn’t understand. Zach didn’t help much.
He’s shrugged and placed the blame on senility. Maybe he should adopt Zach’s
simplistic approach and get some untroubled sleep for once.
Tristan was just loading
popcorn into the air fryer when he heard a door slam followed soon after by Zach’s
regular greeting.
“Honey, I’m home.”
“In the kitchen,” Tristan
called out. After adjusting the foil and making sure that everything was set upright,
Tristan closed the lid.
Just then, the timer rang and
he hurried over to check on the chicken. He decided it was as good as done when
he pulled on a wing and the meat gave easily. He was putting on oven mittens when
Zach poked his head around the kitchen door.
“Something smells great. What’s
for dinner?”
“Nothing fancy. Just baked
chicken and potatoes,” Tristan said. “Leave the bags by the door, I’ll get to
them as soon as I’m done with this.”
“All right, thanks. I’ll take
a shower. Are you sure you don’t need any help?”
“I’ve got everything under
control,” Tristan said, throwing a quick smile at Zach.
“Okay, I’ll be in about ten
minutes.”
“I already placed a change of
clothes at the back of the door.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Tristan pulled out the dish from
the oven and carefully placed it on the island. He sniffed at the delicious odors
coming off it and smiled to himself. Chicken was such a mundane dish to cook,
but when prepared properly and with the right ingredients, it was spectacular.
Zach was fond of chicken, too fond of it. If asked what he wanted to eat, he
would always mention chicken. Even when it was still safe to eat in
restaurants, he’d order chicken. Not to mention, he’d order in chicken take
out. It didn’t matter how it was prepared, just as long as it was done well,
Zach enjoyed the meat. It was just one thing Tristan had learned about
Zach through the years that had surprised him at first. Tristan reached for a spray
bottle before opening the kitchen door to the garage. He looked down at the
grocery bags Zach had left on the floor for a moment before spraying alcohol over
it. Watching the mist settle, Tristan thought back about how life had turned
abnormal ever since the pandemic started. He knew people laughed at him for his
overzealousness in making sure he didn’t have the chance of getting the virus,
but he didn’t care for their ignorant beliefs. At least his family stayed safe
because of it. The bathroom door opened to his left and he looked up.
Zach, his hair slick from his shower, stepped
out of the bathroom, a ready smile on his lips. Tristan blinked, his brain
suddenly muddled at the sight of his husband. He didn’t know how long he stood
there in silence, gawking until Zach took the spray bottle from his hand.
“Hey, are you all right?”
Tristan blinked slowly, feeling his face flush
from embarrassment. He knew that Zach could see right through him. How many
times had he been caught staring at him in wonderment? His children often teased
him about it. He and Zach had been married for over a year and he still couldn’t
get over how lucky he was.
At thirty-one, Zach was at his peak of
attractiveness, from the way his once lanky body had become buffer from working
out with Tristan, to the way his face had matured. Zach had always been
beautiful in Tristan’s eyes, but now, he was just unbearably handsome. Tristan
blinked once more when Zach’s hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him
closer.
“Hello,” Zach said. It was a simple word,
nothing sexy or seductive in it at all, and yet it made the blood rush straight
down to Tristan’s groin and he found it hard to speak. Their gazes met and held
before Zach lowered his head and brushed his lips over Tristan’s.
The touch was tender and sweet. It made Tristan
hunger for anything but chicken.
The kiss deepened, and the heat rose between
them like a fever. Zach slid away from his lips across his cheek then down to
his neck. At the juncture where neck met shoulder, Zach planted a tender kiss followed
by a little nip. Tristan breathed in a harsh breath, his mind in turmoil. The only
thing he could do was turn his head and capture Zach’s mouth in his once more. Tongues
dueled in a dance of dominance. It was always like this between them, never
wavered since that first day they shed all inhibition and braved the potential
storm should their respective families discover them. Tristan pushed
his tongue deep into Zach’s mouth. It was captured in an instant, sucked on, and
held there by his determined lover. Tristan sighed at the way Zach sucked and press
himself closer. He tightened his arms around Tristan’s waist, stealing the
breath away.
Tristan lost track of time. All that mattered
was Zach. It wasn’t until Zach raised his head that Tristan found himself
pressed against the kitchen door, breathing harshly in time with Zach. Their gazes
met, but they didn’t speak until a smile morphed over Zach’s lips.
“Hi,” he whispered.
Tristan swallowed and his gaze fell on Zach’s
plump and reddened lips. “Hi,” he croaked out.
“Miss me?”
Tristan nodded and swallowed again. His mind
was still lost in the memory of their earlier kiss and all he could feel was
the hard cock pressed against his.
“Dinner can wait?”
Tristan nodded again.
Zach’s brow rose, his gaze searching and all-knowing. The smile broadened. “I see. Shall we take this inside?”
All Tristan could do was nod again. Where had
his voice gone? He didn’t care. Zach was here and he wanted him.
Tristan couldn’t recall how
they got here, after all, it was on the second floor, and yet there he was,
lying on the bed looking up at Zach. His husband towered over him, but he
wasn’t meeting Tristan’s gaze. He was looking down, his lids hiding his eyes,
but Tristan knew what he was looking at. The balls of his eyes moved under the
shuttered lids, moving to and fro. As he continued to observe him, Tristan felt
Zach’s body heat up against his. Where their skin touched, he could feel Zach’s
body heat up. Tristan looked up and smiled as a flush began to cover Zach’s
chest. He’d always found it fascinating how easy it was to assess Zach’s
emotions by the way his blood moved under his skin. Tristan’s lips curled up as
the flush moved up to Zach’s neck and up to the tips of his ears, all the while
Zach’s breathing began to accelerate. Growing harsher as the seconds ticked by.
Tristan shifted slightly,
adjusting himself so Zach sat squarely over his groin. His hardening shaft
quickly rose to attention, as did Zach’s. It was a fascinating sight, one he
had never tired of.
Zach looked up and Tristan
drew in a deep breath.
How had he gotten so lucky to
have a man like Zach in his life? He definitely didn’t think he deserved it and
yet there he was, sitting on top of him, looking down at him. Zach’s eyes
shimmered in the darkness, but Tristan didn’t find it difficult to read them.
How could he miss the love in those depths?
The intensity in those brown
eyes whenever their owner was sexually aroused.
“Why are you looking at me
like that?”
Tristan swallowed. Whenever Zach’s
voice changed into that low, raspy voice of his that only came out when they
were both in bed naked always made his mind blank out. In the past, when their
relationship had been new, he had managed to control his thoughts and emotions.
Now that they’d been together for several years, he was not doing so well. But
it was all good. He was just more in love with his Zach than he’d ever been.
From the way Zach was with him, he was just as in love with him. Zach had
proven his feelings after the incident with the intern. Tristan took in a harsh
breath. He shook his head and focused on what was Zach was doing to him. Now
was not the time to think about that incident.
“What are you thinking about?”
Zach continued to slather the lube over Tristan’s cock.
Tristan opened his mouth to
answer, but Zach lifted his hips. Tristan reached out and grabbed on to Zach’s
hips. He knew what was going to happen next, but Zach always managed to
surprise him. He would never just settle over so he could take Tristan deep
inside him. He always thought of something that would take Tristan’s sanity
away. He was not in the mood for that tonight.
“Don’t you dare,” Tristan
threatened lightly. Ah, there he was. He'd found himself again.
Zach froze, his eyes widening
slightly, but the quirk of a smile ruined revealed how much he was enjoying the
exchange. “What do you mean? What’d I do?”
“You’re thinking about teasing
me again that’s what you’re doing.”
“I’m not.” Zach let out a soft
whine as he lifted his hips higher. He adjusted Tristan’s length under him.
Tristan grimaced. His balls
felt full to bursting. The tip of his cock head felt sore, as though the skin
were stretched overly thin. Overall, he just wanted to feel the surrounding
flesh, gaining in heat as he thrust into Zach. Memories of how their flesh
rubbed against the other in tight friction made the hunger for his Zach rise a
hundredfold.
“Tris—“
“Lower yourself on me.”
“Please, Tris,” Zach
whispered.
“Slowly now, baby,” Tristan
whispered back.
A small whimper escaped Zach’s
lips, but he did as instructed. Slowly, ever so gently, he lowered himself over
the tip of Tristan’s cock.
Tristan let out a small growl
as he pulled Zach down on him, controlling his movements with his sure hands.
Breath exploded from Zach’s
mouth as Tristan felt his cock gain entrance. Heat covered the tip of Tristan’s
cock before spreading down over his cockhead. The entry may have gotten easier
through the years, but once inside, Tristan still had a hard time containing
his reactions. The combined heat and tight embrace was something he had always
truly relished in. Something on Zach provided him.
He opened his eyes when he
felt a slight twitch from Zach and he smiled up at him when he saw the almost
beatific smile light up Zach’s face. His eyes were closed, his lips were parted
slightly, the flush had grown deeper as he lowered himself further down until
Tristan was fully engulfed.
“Touch down,” Zach said in a
breathless voice before letting out a
Tristan’s eyes flung open, saw
the silly grin on Zach’s face and gave hip a gentle slap.
“Ooh, naughty,” Zach cooed.
Tristan reached up with both
hands took hold of Zach’s neck and pulled him down until their faces were
mere inches apart.
“Why are you being so
naughty?” Tristan asked.
Zach’s mouth twisted before
the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips. He licked on his lower lip
before lowering himself even more until his forehead pressed against Tristan’s.
“Because you like it.”
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