13. Chapter 13
JAX
Sometimes, Jax’s life wasn’t so bad.
“Mmm, Tristan .” Jax wanted to arch but couldn’t, so he let his moans echo through the bedroom, thankful that Ollie and Finn were out for the next hour.
Kneeling on the floor, Tristan swallowed Jax’s cock, prodding slick fingers between his cheeks.
Legs spread just far enough, Jax locked his knees, glad that he’d braced a hand on the wall, because when Tristan hummed around him, tracing Jax’s rim with the pad of his finger, Jax let out a squeak and almost fell over. Somehow, he always made new sounds when Tristan played with him.
Sinking even deeper, Tristan pressed the head of Jax’s cock into the back of his throat, practically forcing it open while sliding a finger inside, and Jax’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head. Latching onto Tristan’s soft brown hair, Jax’s knees shook as bliss spread through him in waves.
Tristan bobbed his head a few times, and Jax could feel that dexterous tongue tracing his dick piercing, the tip gliding around the barbell. It distracted him as Tristan added another finger, which stretched him a little, but not enough.
“More,” Jax ground out, making sure he had a good grip on the dresser, because Tristan was giving him a top-tier blow job by blowing his mind too.
“Mmm?” Tristan’s question rippled up Jax’s cock, and Jax tossed his head back with a hiss.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said to the ceiling .
Slowly, Tristan slid another digit alongside the other two, and Jax let out an inhuman sound that only went higher in pitch as Tristan increased the suction.
Forcing his head down and his eyes open, Jax watched from his front-row seat, enjoying how Tristan’s swollen lips circled his cock, and how the shaft kept disappearing between them, keeping time with Tristan’s fingers, which hit the perfect spot.
Jolts of pleasure raced through Jax’s system, and he didn’t stand a chance.
“Y-You’re-” was all Jax managed to get out as his cock turned to steel.
Tristan must’ve picked up on it because his enthusiasm doubled, as well as his moans, which vibrated up Jax’s shaft as orgasm hit Jax like a tidal wave.
Tightening his hold on Tristan’s hair, Jax used it to stay upright, hearing his own cries bounce off the walls as he shot into Tristan’s mouth.
Tristan hummed, swallowing and pressing his fingers just so, until Jax’s vision blurred along the edges and he slowly fell back to Earth. Jerking a little, he felt Tristan slowly pull out and wrap his arms around him.
“I-” Jax blinked, fuzzy and blissed out. “Bed.”
“Yes, sir.” Tristan kissed Jax’s temple, helping him lie down and standing beside the bed as Jax sank back into his body.
Once Jax was more coherent, he turned his head, staring at the eye-level bulge in Tristan’s pants.
“Need help with that?” He ran the back of a knuckle down Tristan’s zipper, and Tristan let out a hiss, shifting as he stood beside the bed.
They’d jumped on each other so fast after Ollie and Finn had left that Jax still had his shirt on and Tristan was fully dressed, so Jax wanted to strip Tristan down and ride him like he stole him. But his back wouldn’t let him do that, especially today when it had been acting up.
However, Tristan always had a way of working around Jax’s pain, making their encounters hotter than Jax could have ever dreamed.
“You’re not feeling well, so I don’t want to push,” Tristan said, his expression both horny and concerned.
“If you don’t lemme touch your dick? I’m gonna get mad.” Jax’s accent was out, which meant business, and Tristan understood that, quickly pulling out the beast he kept in his pants. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Tristan huffed out a laugh as Jax grabbed the lube, squirting some on his palms before wrapping both hands around the thick shaft, trying to cover as much skin as possible.
“Your turn,” Jax breathed out, slowly pumping.
“Jax.” Tristan braced himself against the headboard as Jax concentrated, playing with the tempo, twisting his wrist, and squeezing.
The sounds coming out of Tristan’s dazed mouth had Jax in a trance, and his entire focus became the construction of Tristan’s orgasm.
Jax wanted to build it, level upon level, so that Tristan could reach the stars when he came.
“J-Ja-” Tristan’s breaths were sharp and labored, his hips meeting every stroke. “I-I’m-”
“Mhmm,” Jax encouraged, as if they were having a conversation. If Jax’s spent dick could twitch again, it would, because seeing this sweet man turn into a lustful creature under his hands? It left him heady.
Tristan’s voice hadn’t reached the right tone yet; he hadn’t started pleading, so Jax added a bit more lube, tightening his hold, and it didn’t take long for Tristan’s hips to stutter.
“J-Jax. Please .”
There it was.
Jax’s lips curled in an evil smirk. Chopping thousands of vegetables had given him hand speed, so he picked up the pace, and Tristan sounded like he was out of air. Within seconds, his cock got impossibly hard, and Tristan shoved his pelvis forward, freezing.
Releasing a hand, Jax pulled his shirt up, groaning as Tristan came all over his chest, the hot liquid striping across his skin.
Tristan matched the groan, shaking through his orgasm and curling forward so much that he had to put a hand on the mattress so he didn’t crush Jax.
Their heavy breaths filled the room, and Jax swiped his fingers through the mess on his chest, tasting it as Tristan enjoyed the afterglow.
“Um…” Grasping the headboard, Tristan hauled himself upright, staggering a bit. With his tousled hair, lidded eyes, and dopey smile, he was as cute as a box of puppies. “That…”
“It was good, right?” Jax finished cleaning his finger and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, mopping up.
“It was spectacular.” Tristan’s consistent honesty, even in the face of Jax’s teasing, only added to his cuteness, and Jax had never blushed this much in his life.
They both took a moment to clean up, and once they were done, Jax went to the kitchen to get them some tea, choosing one of his personal favorites, this year’s Rose Label Gold.
Steeping it perfectly, Jax made his way back to the bedroom, a tray in his hand that held their two cups and a saucer of cookies he’d gotten at Vice and Virtue.
Tristan had been standing by the window, studying the petals on the blooming tree outside, but he quickly rushed to help Jax, putting the tray on the desk.
“This smells as enticing as you,” Tristan stated as Jax handed him the cup. “Where are you standing? Or do you want the bed?”
Jax settled in his tall chair, smiling at Tristan’s compliment. “I’m good here.”
Taking a cookie, Tristan leaned against the dresser, sampling the tea, and his eyebrows slowly rose.
“Is that cardamom? And ginger?” Tristan’s tone held curiosity and surprise. “What is this?”
“It’s this year’s Rose Label Gold, which is less peppery than last year’s.” Jax sipped from his own cup, wolfing down half a cookie, pleased that they had the same palate.
“I’ve heard of this!” Tristan exclaimed. “Isn’t it expensive?”
“Yes,” Jax grinned. “But you’re worth it.”
“You’re too good to me,” Tristan toasted him, and they enjoyed their tea in silence, but Jax’s mood fell as he began to ruminate about work.
“I feel like I’m nuts,” he murmured.
“Because things stopped disappearing?” Tristan asked, somehow knowing what Jax meant. “Maybe it’s a good sign.”
“I don’t know. It all depends on why it stopped.” After the post-date brunch with Rain and Mason, Tristan had discreetly asked around and ended up with the key to the security closet, where Jax had learned that all of The Pointe’s security footage was overwritten every forty-eight hours.
That couldn’t help him with the previous incidents, but it was good to know for future disappearances.
He’d already adjusted a few of the cameras when no one was around, trying to cover the line cooks; however, it had been weeks and not a single thing had vanished.
And Derrick had been acting like he always did, taking way too many smoke breaks and occasionally looking at Jax like he knew something.
But Jax couldn’t call that out, he’d seem unstable.
He needed concrete evidence. So, for now, he and Tristan maintained a professional relationship with Derrick, but Jax could see Tristan’s scrutiny.
It was lightly amusing to observe him disliking someone, especially on Jax’s behalf, and it somehow gave Jax more patience.
“Maybe he thought that the knife went too far?” Tristan stroked his beard, thinking aloud.
“Maybe…” Jax finished off another cookie. “But I feel like he’s waiting.”
“It’s been three weeks. Why would he stop and start again, put his job at risk?”
“True,” Jax frowned at the floor. He’d thought up dozens of scenarios as to why this was happening, none of them realistic, but he still couldn’t come up with any solid reason for Derrick, or anyone, to target him.
“Well, if he tries something again, we’ll get it on camera, and that’ll be enough to have him fired.” Tristan stood, walking to Jax and putting a hand on his knee. “So, try not to worry too much.”
“Okay.” Jax let out a sigh that puffed his cheeks, and then smiled at Tristan, although he knew it was weak around the edges. “Thank you for letting me rehash this for the millionth time. I’m just stressed about this weekend.”
Lost in a budding relationship, a month had flown by in a flash, but Jax had no complaints.
After the last four rough years, it was nice to finally have his life in order, with a sweet man at his side and a terrific job that had room for growth.
And that growth included running The Pointe’s kitchen, which Jax would be doing in just a few days.
Hopefully, Tristan was right. Maybe the vanishing act was over, which would be great news because he had more than enough on his mind. That four-letter word, the one with the v , still rang loudly in Jax’s head.
But he didn’t have the courage to say it. Not yet.