Page 32 of Finding Michael

Michael stilled Tristan. He needed just a little more from him.

“What?” Tristan’s eyes widened. His chest heaved and his lips parted.

“Trade me positions.” He patted Tristan’s leg. “Let me set the pace.”

Tristan slid off him and spread out on the bed. He tucked his knees to his chest. “Do it.”

Michael propped himself up on his knees. He stuffed his dick back into Tristan’s ass. Being inside Tristan was like coming home. It felt perfect. He held on to Tristan’s thighs. The change in position gave him better leverage. He pushed balls deep, then pulled most of the way out again.

Michael increased his speed. He dug his fingers into Tristan’s legs. When Tristan shuddered again, Michael groaned. Christ, he was close.

“Let me come,” Tristan pleaded. His legs twitched. “I need to.”

“Do it.” Michael pushed harder. He focused on the connection. He’d never be the same.

“Come with me,” Tristan said. He fisted his cock. “Oh Jesus.”

“Tristan.” Michael gazed down at Tristan. The orgasm built low in his stomach. His resistance shattered. “Fuck.”

“Michael.” Tristan tensed. Cum spurted across Michael’s chest, then landed on Tristan’s belly. His eyebrows pinched together, but the look in his face turned serene.

Seeing Tristan come and feeling the warmth of Tristan’s climax on his body pushed Michael over the edge. He jerked forward and his cock throbbed within Tristan’s ass as he came.

“Holy hell.” The lazy smile returned to Tristan’s face. “Love that.”

Michael slumped forward and rested his weight on his hands and knees. He added a few extra thrusts as the orgasm washed over him. “You saylovea lot.”

“I do.” Tristan’s voice came out low. “I’m an all-in kind of guy.”

“I see.” Michael withdrew his dick from Tristan’s hole and crawled out of bed. Tristan didn’t move other than to stretch out. He watched Michael, but said nothing. Being on the spot unnerved Michael. He ditched the condom and his skin heated. “What?” Michael asked.

“You don’t know what to do right now, do you?”

“What?”

“You’d be tossing the guy out at this point.” Tristan tucked his hands beneath his cheek. “Correct?”

“I’m usually the one who is expected to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to, because I don’t want to go. I don’t want you to go, either.” Tristan snuggled up in the sheets. “I came here because I like you. Because I want you.”

“Okay.” Michael turned on his heel and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. He needed the moment of separation to clear his mind. Tristan liked him. Not just for the sake of the fuck, but really cared about him.Wow.He headed back into the bedroom. “Want to clean up?”

“You’re such a gentleman.” Tristan wiped the cum from his belly and cock. “You’re a gem, too.”

Michael cleaned the lube from his dick and the jizz from his abs. “I’m just a guy who doesn’t like to sleep in the wet spot.” He returned to the bathroom long enough to toss the towel over the railing. He strode back to the bed and Tristan patted the bed. Michael climbed in beside him. He turned off the light.

“Do you know why I use the word love so much?” Tristan asked. “Because I was told never to use that word. I’d never know what love is. Not the real kind anyway.”

“Who said that?” He faced Tristan. “They were wrong.” He couldn’t imagine telling someone love didn’t exist. Sure, he wasn’t close pals with the emotion, but still. Others could have love and one that would last, too.

“Would you believe it was my mother?” Tristan kissed Michael. “I look for the beauty in things. I believe it’s possible to love things, people…whatever. I lost that for a while. I got caught up in the fakeness of life, but now I see things clearly.”

“You do?” He splayed his hand on Tristan’s chest. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. You don’t have to spare my ego. I understand.”

“Why would I lie?”

“You’ll decide soon enough that you love everything but me.” He hated to be so down, but he knew the score and besides, the odds weren’t in his favor.

“You might be surprised.” Tristan snuggled up tight to Michael. “Good night, hon. Here’s to a thousand more nights beside you.”

Michael froze. He’d ended the night on a sour note and Tristan still seemed to believe the relationship would work out.How?They were total opposites. Tristan would go back to his life in New York. Michael wouldn’t follow him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He had to stop being so negative and looking for the awful sides of situations.Ride this wave. Enjoy Tristan.He might not have another chance with him.

Michael listened to Tristan’s even breaths. If Tristan believed they had a shot, then who was he to argue? The relationship could be a build-up to a disaster or something epic. He wouldn’t know until he and Tristan ran their course. His heart lightened. They had right now. That was good enough for him.

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