Page 35 of Perfectly Wrong
Tristan grins, shaking his head. “Yeah, you are. You’re letting my dad boss you around even though I know you want me.” His hands slide down my chest. “Here I am.”
“You think I want to fuck you after how I just found you?”
“Yeah.”
I laugh softly. “Your girlfriend is in the other room.”
Tristan searches my eyes, leaning in for a kiss, but I gently push him back. “Shower. Then you can brush your teeth. You smell like bar and sweat.”
Tristan sighs and steps into the shower. I sit on the toilet watching him wash as he watches me. He runs soapy hands over his torso then down to his dick, fully erect, stroking it like I wish I could. He needs to learn a lesson though. He can’t pout or seduce his way out of this situation.
A few minutes later, he steps out and I point to the toothbrush on the counter. He doesn’t hesitate, taking it and brushing his teeth. When he’s finished, he turns to me and smiles. “Better?”
“Much. Where do you want to sleep?”
“What are my choices?”
“The couch or my bed.”
“Your bed, duh.”
“But we’re not having sex. You’re sleeping.”
He nods. “Can Trinity sleep with us too?”
I step closer, searching his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Tristan. Do you want her? Are you bi?”
He rolls his eyes. “God, for being so damn beautiful you’re fucking stupid. I do not want to fuck her. I have never wanted to fuck her. I will never want to fuck her.”
“Then what’s the deal? Why are you guys so close? I saw the giggles and whispers. What the fuck is it about then?”
Shaking his head, he turns and struts out of the bathroom. I follow him, surprised when he goes to the living room. Trinity is sitting on the couch, sipping water and looking at a gay porn magazine I had sitting around.
“Trinity?” She looks up, making no expression seeing Tristan naked. “Come to bed.”
“Okay.” She stands and walks toward both of us, but I don’t get it.
“Can I get an explanation?”
They both look at me as Trinity giggles like she does. “You didn’t tell him yet?”
“No. Because he’s dumb and thinks I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes open wide. “Oh please. He doesn’t want to fuck anyone but you, Bishop. Since the day he met you.” She grabs her boobs. “In case you haven’t noticed, not only am I not you, I’m a girl.”
“I did notice. I just don’t understand the relationship between you two.”
Trinity tilts her head, stepping toward me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, Bishop. What do we do with you?” I start to speak, but she puts her finger over my lips. “No one turns him on anymore. No one but you. So…” She smiles. “All the giggles and whispers are about you.”
“About me?”
“What you say. What you’re thinking. How you look. Everything is about you.”
I search her eyes. “I guess I’ll buy that.”
“It’s true.” Trinity smiles, letting her arm slide down my chest. “I’m just a confidant.” Her gestures are so intimate with me, just like she treats Tristan. “No one matters to Tristan except you, Bishop. So no, he hasn’t fucked me. He hasn’t fucked anyone. You can take care of that tonight. If you want to.”
“But he won’t,” Tristan says. “Right, Bishop?”
