Chapter Eighteen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
OCTOBER
Eli
“Eli. What’s that?” Tristan asked, staring down at the clothes I’d laid out on my bed for him to wear to The Court’s Halloween party.
“Your costume.” I grinned, reaching for the bottom of the fleece he was wearing so I could start undressing him. I hadn’t seen him naked in six days, and that was far, far too long. Honestly, trying to juggle a relationship and two jobs was harder than I’d anticipated, especially a relationship that wasn’t just a good fuck whenever one of us needed to get laid.
Rehearsals at The Court for this fucking Halloween Spooktacular show had eaten up a horrible amount of my time and energy over the past few weeks, and then we both had day jobs, family commitments, friends, chores, and the need to get some sleep. It was killing me.
But seeing Tristan naked would make things at least sixty-nine percent better.
“What am I supposed to be?” Tristan shrugged the fleece off, then leant down to run his finger over the very tight, dark trousers I’d laid out for him.
“You’re going to be my fallen angel,” I said.
“In a harness and leather trousers?”
“Technically, they’re not leather, but yes.” I grinned at the slightly stunned expression on Tristan’s face as he turned to look at me. “I’ve got you some wings too, and I’d like to style your hair and do your make-up. I know it’s a cheesy costume, but I couldn’t resist.” I leant forward to kiss him. “You’re so sexy, and I’m dying to show you off. Please?”
I’d spent hours trawling websites in my spare time trying to think of ideas, but my limited budget had left me with few options. I could have told Tristan what to buy, but this was more fun. “If you really hate it, you can wear the shirt you brought under the harness. In fact, you can do that for the show and then take it off for the party. You can leave the shirt in my dressing room. I promise to make it worth your while.”
Tristan considered for a second, clearly turning the possibilities for a little dressing room fun over in his head. “Okay,” he said. “For you.”
“You spoil me.” I kissed him again, running my hands under his t-shirt to caress his soft skin, sliding them around to his ass to squeeze it. “You’re going to look so sexy for me.”
“Thank you.” His cheeks tinted slightly. He was getting more used to the compliments. I was going to have to turn things up a notch. One day, I was going to whisper such delicious things in his ear that his face would probably melt. I couldn’t wait. “Strip for me please.”
Tristan reached for his t-shirt and shrugged it off, and I sighed happily. The temptation to delay getting ready by just a few minutes to play with him was very strong. And we did have the flat to ourselves for the time being…
Tristan pushed his jeans down. Temptation won.
After all, it had been a very long week, and I deserved a reward.
I walked over to the bedroom door and flicked the lock into place just in case Orlando decided he’d forgotten something and came home. It hadn’t happened before, but there was a first time for everything. Not that I cared about being seen, but I wasn’t sure how Tristan would cope if Orlando barged in. Knowing the little brat, he’d start giving us pointers instead of just getting the fuck out.
Orlando’s heart might be in the right place, but that didn’t mean his mouth always was.
Tristan heard the lock click and turned towards me. “I thought we were getting dressed?”
Bless. “We are,” I said as I walked towards him. I put my hand on his chest, trailing a finger down his sternum. “But first, I want to have a little fun. Otherwise I’m going to have to go the whole evening looking at you shirtless in a harness, and a hard-on is absolutely going to ruin the lines of my costume.” I was going full-emo, slutty zombie Alice in Wonderland, so I’d have to tuck anyway, but the point still stood.
Tristan grinned, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a kiss. “I’m down for some fun. Tell me what you want.”
“That’s a dangerous question.” I thought for a second, kissing Tristan languidly as I did so. We didn’t have a lot of time, so some of my ideas were automatically thrown out the window, but that still left plenty of options. I pressed my tongue into Tristan’s mouth while flicking one of his nipples with my nail. He moaned, leaning into my touch. I fucking loved how responsive he was for me.
“Get on your knees for me, baby. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” I said, taking a tiny step back. Tristan whined, then sank to his knees in front of me, his hands resting on his thighs. His lips were soft pink and slick and so utterly fuckable. He’d blown me a couple of times over the past couple of weeks, and every time his enthusiasm had had me shooting down his throat faster than I’d intended. But it was hard to hold back when I looked at his face and saw the sheer want and joy in his eyes as I told him how good he was, how handsome he was, how pretty he looked with my dick in his mouth. Clearly, Tristan thrived on praise, and I was happy to pour it over him.
“You look so good for me like this.” I popped open my jeans and shoved them off, kicking them across the room before doing the same with my boxers. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking myself slowly. Tristan licked his lips, tilting forward on his knees. “Do you want my cock?” I asked, stepping close to him and rubbing the leaking head across his bottom lip.
“Yes. Please. I want it.”
“Good boy. Open your mouth for me.” Tristan did as he was told, and I gently pressed my cock into his waiting mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the blond strands and encouraging him to take me as deep as he could. “That’s it. So good for me. Take it all.”
Tristan moaned, his eyes looking up at me earnestly.
I grinned, stroking his hair. “Is that good? Do you like my cock?” Tristan moaned again, and I sighed, biting my lip at the delicious sensations running through my dick. “You look so good like this. So pretty on your knees for me, taking my dick like a good boy.” He groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Ah-ah, eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck your beautiful face.” I waited until he opened them again, the stormy blue fixed on me with such intensity I thought my heart might explode.
This man did things to me nobody else had managed before, and it was exhilarating. I just hoped it would last. That he wouldn’t find my schedule, or my personality, so intense that he fled at the first sign of trouble. So many of my exes had walked the moment they realised they weren’t always going to get one hundred percent of my attention all the time. I was busy, and I liked it that way. But not everyone wanted a partner who spent every weekend on stage or his weeknights practising, sewing, spray-painting shoes, or attempting to write parody lyrics to Disney songs. At one point or another, they all wanted someone to go out to dinner with, or to take them away for a spontaneous weekend getaway, or to drop everything for a Saturday night out. And I couldn’t do that. Getaways had to be planned. Dinners had to be scheduled. Nights out were a thing of the past unless it was during the week or they wanted to party while I worked.
But now was definitely not the time to get lost down that rabbit hole. Not when I had Tristan’s perfect mouth around my cock, waiting patiently for me to fuck it.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, stroking his hair. “I was just thinking about how extraordinary you are.” Tristan’s face tinted, and he hummed around my cock. I groaned, slowly starting to move my hips, thrusting my dick in and out of his perfect mouth. “So… fucking… extraordinary. Fucking perfect for me. God, your mouth. Such a fucking perfect mouth.” Tristan’s eyes were shining, and saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. “Play with my balls. That’s it. So good for me.” I groaned, thrusting a little deeper as Tristan’s fingers caressed my sack. “Fuck. Do you want to come too? Yeah? Gonna come for me like the good boy I know you are. Touch yourself for me.” I tugged on Tristan’s hair, loving the way he gasped and moaned. The wet, sloppy sounds of the blow job were suddenly accompanied by the slapping noise of his hand on his cock as he jerked himself hard and fast. I wasn’t going to tell him to slow down because I was already way too fucking close to the edge. Curtain call and scene, bitch.
“Fuck! That’s it. Take it. So fucking good like this. Gonna make me come.” Tristan moaned, his lips tightening around my cock. “Oh fuck. Yeah. You want it, don’t you? You want my load.” Tristan nodded as best he could, letting me fuck deeper into his mouth, desperation etched across his face. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna fill your pretty fucking mouth.” Tristan’s groans reverberated through me, and the burning heat under my skin ignited into an inferno. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna come.”
I gripped Tristan’s hair, holding him on my cock as my orgasm rocketed through me, shooting cum down his throat. Tristan swallowed greedily, a tiny bit of stray cum dribbling out of his mouth. Bloody fucking hell, the man was perfect. I loosened my fingers as the last vestiges of my orgasm rippled through my muscles. I stepped back, easing my cock from Tristan’s plush lips.
“So good for me,” I said, stroking the side of his face. I dropped to my knees and leant forward to kiss him, licking the last of my cum off his lips. Tristan still hadn’t come, and his fingers were still wrapped around his cock, which was dark red and leaking. I smiled and reached out to put my hand on top of his, squeezing his cock in both our fists. I began to jack him, moving Tristan’s hand with mine. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Y-yes.” Tristan’s voice was hoarse and desperate. I moved my hand a little faster, squeezing a little tighter, making Tristan gasp. “Please. Can I… can I come?”
“Yes, baby,” I said, leaning forward to take his mouth. “Come for me.”
Tristan let out a deep, sweet gasp as his cock pumped ribbons of cum over our fists, his fingers stroking out his orgasm for as long as possible. He panted against me as we traded slow kisses, pausing now and then so he could catch his breath.
“Was that good?” I asked, bringing my other hand up to cup his face, tracing my thumb over his cheek.
Tristan nodded, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Amazing.”
“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” I kissed him again, trying to pour everything I felt in that moment into it. I wasn’t even sure I knew what I felt, but it was heady and beautiful and seeping into my bones so I couldn’t escape it, even if I’d wanted to.
“We, er, we should probably get dressed now,” Tristan said, chuckling. “Or you’re going to be late.”
“See? I should be annoyed at you for being sensible, but I don’t currently have a brain, and I’m going to get to see you in a harness, so I can’t launch any objections.”
Tristan snorted, and the pair of us climbed slowly to our feet. I headed for the bedroom door, unlocking it and doing a quick check for sneaky roommates with no boundaries before directing Tristan to our bathroom to clean up. I needed to wash my hands too, then do my make-up, put my underwear on, and start the laborious process of transformation. Drag would be so much easier if it came with a Sailor Moon-style magical transformation where I could say something like “Emo goblin power. Make-up!” and have the universe do it for me.
When Tristan returned, he kissed me again slowly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against his warm chest. It just made me want to get into bed and snuggle the shit out of him. We hadn’t even managed to get to the sharing a bed part of dating yet, and it was making me grumpy. I missed having someone to cuddle.
“What time do you finish tonight?” Tristan asked.
“About three, three thirty.” I sighed. It was going to be a long fucking night. “Why?”
“I just wondered if you’d want company afterwards. But you’d probably rather just sleep.” I glanced up at him, staring.
“You serious?” I mean, it made sense for Tristan to come back here. And we probably should have talked about our post-party plans before this point. But still.
“I mean, I can get a taxi back to mine if you’d rather be alone,” he said quickly. “I’m sure you’ll be exhausted from working and all the people, and the last thing you’ll want is me hanging around.”
“Tristan.” I put my hand on his lips. It was a cheesy but effective gesture. “I want you to come back here. And if you get tired, I’ll give you my keys, and you can come back early. I’ll just knock when I need you to let me in. Might get you to order me a kebab too.” I was always knackered and starving by the time I’d finished, and having a tiny bit of disposable income to spend on greasy takeaway was dangerous.
Tristan frowned. “I’m not coming back without you. I’ll just wait, and if you’re hungry while you’re working, I’ll nip out and get you something to eat. I’m sure the McDonald’s in town is open twenty-four hours.”
“If you bring me a McFlurry and fries, I will blow you right there in the DJ booth,” I said, kissing him again. Tristan laughed.
“Fries and a McFlurry it is then.”