20. Tristan
TWENTY
TRISTAN
My senses slowly come alive to the smell of coffee and bacon. I stretch, last night's memories flooding in, making me smile. Myles, that beautiful man, and me finally… finally giving in completely to our desires.
It’s been a minute since I had a dick up my ass all night long, so getting up with fire in it wasn’t unexpected. But it was worth it.
Hell, yeah.
Myles rearranged my insides with his cock, and I loved every minute of it.
I get out, albeit gingerly, and limp to the adjoining bathroom to take a piss.
My guy, my sweetheart, has a toothbrush still in its package as well as a towel, a white T-shirt, and grey sweatpants neatly folded for me. It’s been a long time since someone outside of my squad took care of me like that.
I did my business and quickly got dressed.
But then I hear it—the sound of laughter accompanied by Myles's voice. Oh God, I forgot Nix is home.
I tiptoe to the door, opening it a crack, and peek out into the kitchen. Myles is standing beside the stove, while Nix is sitting on a stool, swinging his legs back and forth.
"Nice catch, Dad!" Nix exclaims, clapping as Myles attempts to flip the pancakes. He definitely needs some cooking lessons.
"Thanks, buddy." Myles grins, ruffling Nix's hair.
"Okay, Tristan, think," I mutter under my breath. "You can't just waltz out there like you own the place. You're not even supposed to be here this early."
Maybe if I act casual, they won't notice, I tell myself unconvincingly. Yeah, right. Like an 8-year-old won’t question why their neighbor is strolling out of his dad’s bedroom wearing his clothes."
Deep breaths, Tristan. Deep breaths.
With a shaky exhale, I push the door open and step into the hallway. The floor creaks beneath me, and I wince. Nix's eyes lock onto mine, and he breaks into a grin.
"Tristan!" he exclaims, hopping off the stool and rushing toward me. He throws his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.
"Hey, Nix," I say, my voice cracking slightly. I clear my throat and try again. "Good morning, little man."
"Morning, Tristan!" His enthusiasm is infectious, and I can't help but smile down at him. My heart swells with love for this kid, a love that's only grown since Myles and I became friends.
"Why are you wearing Dad's clothes?" he asks, pointing at my borrowed T-shirt and sweats.
"Uh, yeah," I stammer, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "I, um, spilled something on mine last night, so your dad let me borrow some clothes.” I glance at Myles, who's looking equally flustered.
"Really?" Nix tilts his head, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "You had a sleepover?"
My mind races, searching for a way to explain without revealing the truth about Myles and me.
"Sort of," I say, glancing over at Myles, who shrugs helplessly.
I narrow my eyes at him slightly in mock annoyance, and he just grins at me.
The infuriatingly sexy asshole! "We watched some movies and fell asleep. "
"Awesome!" Nix beams, completely accepting the explanation. "Can I have sleepovers with you too?"
"Sure thing, kiddo," I reply, relief washing over me. "I'd love that."
"Tristan, do you want some breakfast?" Myles asks, gesturing towards the pancakes.
"Definitely," I say, suddenly realizing how hungry I am. "Thank you."
Myles plated the pancakes and set them before me at the table, along with maple syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs. I'm just about to take a bite of pancake when Nix's voice interrupts me.
"Did you shower here too?" Nix asks, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Um, yeah." I scratch the back of my head, trying to come up with an excuse that will satisfy him. "I got sweaty from our movie marathon last night, so your dad let me use the shower." I slip the pancake into my mouth and begin to chew.
"Where did you sleep?" His questions are relentless, and I can't help but admire his curiosity.
"Right here on the cou—“ Myles gets cut off by his son.,
Ignoring his dad, Nix turns back to me. "Did you sleep with Dad, like Mom used to?" Nix asks innocently.
I nearly choke on my pancake. "Wha— No!" I sputter, coughing as Myles pats my back sympathetically. "No, Nix, it wasn't like that. We just... had a sleepover, like friends do."
"Like friends?" Nix repeats, eyeing us both shrewdly. The intensity of his gaze makes me squirm in my seat, despite my attempts to maintain composure.
“Tristan slept on the couch,” Myles says, saving me from having to answer. "Just like you do sometimes when we watch movies late into the night. “And, yes,” he says, looking at Nix pointedly, “just like friends."
"Okay," Nix finally relents, turning his attention back to his breakfast. But I can tell he's not entirely convinced.
I exchange a nervous glance with Myles, and we both expel a silent sigh of relief. For now, it seems, we've managed to dodge that particular bullet. But I can't shake the feeling this won't be our last challenging conversation with Nix about our relationship.
I try to focus on the taste of the pancakes and the warmth of Myles's hand brushing against mine under the table. We'll figure this out together… one step at a time.
"Wow, this place is amazing!" Nix exclaims as we step into the Adventure Science Center. His eyes widen with wonder, taking in all the colorful exhibits and interactive displays surrounding us.
"Isn't it?" I reply, grinning at his excitement. I can't help but feel a little giddy myself. I've always been a bit of a science nerd and seeing Nix so enthusiastic about learning makes my heart swell with pride.
As we wander through the center, Nix's curiosity is insatiable. He eagerly asks questions about everything from dinosaurs to outer space, and Myles and I do our best to keep up with him. It's incredible to see his love for science flourish right before our eyes.
"Check this out, Dad!" Nix calls, beckoning us over to an exhibit on renewable energy. "It shows how solar panels work!"
"Very cool," Myles agrees, studying the display alongside his son.
While their attention is focused on the exhibit, I steal a glance at Myles, admiring the way his eyes light up when he talks about science with Nix.
The love between them is palpable, and I can't help but feel grateful they've allowed me into their world.
As we explore the center, Myles and I find subtle ways to connect with each other without drawing Nix's attention.
Our hands brush against one another as we reach for the same display, sending sparks dancing up my arm.
We exchange meaningful glances from across the room, sharing a secret smile that leaves my heart racing.
"Hey," I whisper into Myles's ear when Nix is momentarily distracted by a planetarium show. "I've got some... plans for you later." I let my breath linger on his skin, and he shivers in response.
"Really?" he murmurs, a blush creeping across his cheeks. "What kind of plans?"
"Dirty ones," I admit, smirking at his reaction. "But you'll have to wait until Nix is asleep to find out."
"Deal," Myles whispers back, his blush deepening. He looks so adorable with pink cheeks that I can't resist stealing a quick kiss before Nix returns.
By the time we make it back to the apartment building, Nix is practically dead on his feet. The excitement of the day has taken its toll, and his eyelids droop with exhaustion.
"Alright, buddy," Myles says, ruffling Nix's hair affectionately. "I think it's time for bed."
"Aw, but Dad—“ Nix protests weakly, stifling a yawn.
"Trust me, kiddo," I chime in, grinning down at him. "You'll need your rest for tomorrow if you want to try some of the cool science experiments we learned about."
"Fine," Nix relents, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Goodnight, Tristan."
"Goodnight, Nix," I reply, giving him a warm hug. As he trudges off to his room, his dad close behind, I feel a tremendous swell of affection for this kid. He truly has captured my heart.
About ten minutes later, Myles strolls out of his son's room. He closes the door before turning to me with a mischievous grin. "So... about those plans..."
I press a finger to his lips and teasingly tell him, "All in good time, Mr. Impatient."
"Can't blame a guy for being eager," Myles chuckles, wrapping his arms around me. "But you're right; we've got all night."
With that promise hanging in the air, our lips meet in a slow, languid kiss—a tantalizing preview of what's to come. And as our bodies press closer together, I’m beginning to feel like this is right where I'm meant to be… with Myles and Nix, building a life and a family together.