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“You could just tell them you got a better offer?” Tristan suggested. He was fairly certain he was the best thing on offer.
Leo sighed. “I really can’t. Mum’s pretty militant about the whole thing.” He paused. “I wish I could, though. I’d sooner spend time with you.”
Tristan got a warm glow in his chest at that. “How about Saturday?”
“Yes. Saturday,” Leo said decisively. “I’d like to take you to Gio’s.”
Tristan winced. Gio’s was one of the premier Italian restaurants in Sydney. Tristan had been there once, and it had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. “Um. We can’t go to Gio’s. I’m banned.”
There was a moment’s silence. “You’re what?”
“Remember I told you I’m banned from four restaurants? Well, Gio’s is one of them. It was a Bad Boyfriend date that went really, really well, from the client’s point of view. Not so much as far as the restaurant was concerned.”
Leo huffed out a laugh. “You know what? I’m not even going to ask what you did. We’ll go somewhere else.”
“Great. Definitely Italian, though. And afterwards, we can go back to mine, and you can fuck me through the mattress,” Tristan said.
Leo made a sputtering sound like he’d just choked on something, and hissed, “Jesus, Tris, you can’t just say that! I’m in the tea room, and there are people listening!”
“Sorry!” Tristan lied, grinning as he imagined Leo’s cheeks all pink with embarrassment.
Leo drew a couple of deep breaths before saying in an undertone, “But yes. We’re definitely doing that.”
“Great! What could be better than a night of fettuccine and fucking? I’m buying extra lube right now.”
“Of course you are.” Leo laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tristan ended the call, and after a second, pulled up his contacts list and quickly changed Leo’s details to Sexy Boyfriend. As he typed the word Boyfriend, he could feel the same dumb smile spreading on his face that Orlando got when he was around Miss O’Jenny. Tristan didn’t even care. It turned out being with the same person wasn’t overrated at all, not if it was the right person—which Leo Fisher was.
It was a shame about tonight, but from the sounds of it, Leo’s family were fairly inflexible about Friday dinner. It sounded like they were inflexible about a lot of things, actually. Tristan couldn’t help but compare it to his own relationship with his parents, whom he saw frequently but irregularly. His dad’s practice hours were set in stone, but his mum’s schedule was unpredictable, what with the nature of her work, and Tristan’s wasn’t much better, which meant sometimes he’d go weeks without seeing them, and sometimes they’d see each other three times in a week. But he’d never once felt like spending time with them was an obligation.
He was just contemplating whether it was too soon to introduce Leo to his parents—probably, seeing as they’d only technically been on one date—when Wei stuck her head around the door. “Hey, are you off the phone yet? Only there’s a new range of titanium barbells that are really nice. Want to come see? If you like them, I can let you have a set for free, seeing as the packaging’s been ‘damaged’.” She made air quotes, a pair of scissors still dangling from one hand.
“Ooh, I love free things!” Tristan was immediately interested. He hadn’t missed the way Leo had fixated on his one pierced nipple the other night, so he could only imagine the effect it would have if Tristan surprised him with new jewellery for their date tomorrow. He got to his feet eagerly and followed Wei out into the store.
The fettuccine was good, but Tristan was certain the fucking was going to be even better.
They headed for the bedroom as soon as they got back to the house, not even bothering to say hello to Jack and Harry, who were cuddled up together in the living room watching a movie. When Tristan’s shirt came off and Leo caught sight of his new titanium barbell, his eyes went wide and he shoved Tristan backwards onto the bed before straddling him with a gleam in his eye. “Is this for me?”
Tristan nodded, grinning. Leo started to tease and tug at his nipples and lave at them with broad swipes of his tongue. Tristan squirmed and panted and wondered where the hell Leo had learned to use his mouth like that. While he was still pondering it, Leo flipped Tristan over, fingered him open, and fucked into him like his life depended on it.
This was a side of Leo that Tristan hadn’t seen before—demanding and desperate—and he was here for it.
“Fuuuck.” Tristan groaned into the pillow. The hands at his hips tightened as Leo drove forward into him again, and it was just as good as Tristan had imagined—better, if that were even possible. Leo nailed his prostate with every stroke, as steady and relentless as a metronome, until Tristan’s balls drew up tight and he was clawing at the sheets in desperation. “Leo, please!”
Leo laughed a little breathlessly and tugged Tristan’s hips up to change the angle, which meant he hit every nerve ending when he pushed inside in one long, smooth stroke. Tristan’s insides lit up like a pinball machine, and that was all it took. He let out a high-pitched whine, his balls throbbing, cock pulsing and arse clenching as he spilled onto the sheets.
Leo dragged Tristan back onto his cock, his hips stuttering forward once, twice, before he stilled and shot his own load. He collapsed against Tristan’s back, breathing heavily, and Tristan slumped down against the mattress. Leo swept Tristan’s long hair to one side so he could press soft kisses to his nape. Tristan shuddered at the touch, everything incredibly sensitive—which wasn’t surprising, with the way Leo had just fucked an orgasm right out of him.
Tristan’s entire body relaxed and he melted into the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so well-fucked. Leo hummed, his body a pleasant weight as Tristan floated along in his sex-induced high. “Good?” he murmured in Tristan’s ear.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Tristan mumbled into his pillow. “As soon as I can feel my legs, we’re doing it again.”
“Fuck, yes. That was amazing.” Leo kissed Tristan’s neck one more time before pulling out and rolling to the side. Tristan would have liked to stay sprawled where he was, except when he moved he could feel the sticky wetness where he’d come on the sheets. He knew from experience that if he didn’t clean up, he’d regret it later. He sighed and hauled himself upright and out of bed. Leo made a sad little noise. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to clean up.” Tristan grabbed his kimono and wrapped it around himself. Harry had asked him to stop wandering the house naked, and Tristan was doing his best. He liked to think it counted as personal growth.
He wandered into the bathroom to clean the jizz off himself. When he got back to the bedroom Leo was still lying starfished across the bed, blinking up at him and wearing a lazy grin.
