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The urge to throw his arms around Miles's neck and agree warred with his growing insecurities. Tristan needed to respond, but he couldn't speak. He couldn't move, he could barely breathe.

"Tristan. Pick up that cushion and come here," Darren said, low and gently commanding.

Despite not wanting to leave Miles's embrace, it was a relief to have someone tell him what to do. Tristan obeyed, sinking to his knees on the throw pillow at Darren's feet between them without thinking twice. He lowered his head in respect. "Sir."

Darren leaned forward, stroking a hand over his hair. "Such an obedient boy," he murmured, low and warm. "You'd make a very, very good sub for me to train my Miles how to dom. But we all need to take some time to think things through, alright? So I'm going to ask you to do something for me."

Tristan swallowed hard, managing a small nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy," Darren purred, running his fingers through his hair again. "I want you to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Don't wake your Master; he needs his beauty sleep. But take a hot shower and imagine what it would be like to watch me tie him to the bed and fuck the hell out of that pretty little ass."

Tristan couldn't help but groan, leaning into his touch. "I'd really, really like that, Sir. I want that for him."

"That's not what I asked, Tristan," Darren chided gently, hooking his fingers under his jaw to urge him to raise his head. "I want you to imagine it. And I want you to imagine Miles, and everything I will teach him to do to you. I want you to be very sure that this is what you need. I need to be able to trust that you're certain. I love my husband far too much to risk anything like this if you're not. Especially now that I know how special you are to him."

Tristan chanced to raise his eyes to meet Darren's gaze, which was kind, but serious and intent. Tristan was struck, then, by how deep the love and trust between them must be. Trust, and a touch of similarity between himself and Darren. Perhaps it was the shared longing to give a loved one something that you weren't quite equipped to give them yourself.

Looking up into Darren's serious gaze, Tristan realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could trust this man with Leander.

"I understand," he said softly. "Darren... thank you. I'll do everything you've asked me to."

"Good boy." Cupping his cheek, Darren caressed his cheekbone. His gaze searched Tristan's, quietly assessing, then turned to share a look with his husband.

Heart pounding, Tristan kept his gaze firmly on Darren's chest, trying not to infer anything from what he could see in his periphery. He didn't dare try to read what passed between them. He couldn't allow himself to guess or anticipate.

"Tristan, you've been a very good boy." Darren's low purr shuddered down Tristan's spine to his half-hard length, a soft whimper escaping his throat before he could stop it. It made Darren's warm, lush smile widen, even more noticeably crooked, which made him even more enticing. "Because you've behaved, we've decided that you deserve a reward. Are you willing to obey me like your husband asked you to?"

Certain his pulse must be audible, Tristan managed to nod, forcing himself to speak despite his stomach doing an entire gymnastics floor routine. "Yes, Sir."

"What a good, obedient sub. I want you to sit in Miles's lap for me. I'd like him to give you something to take to bed with you. Something to make your assignment easier."

Even with the stipulations Leander had set, too many possibilities raced through Tristan's mind. Faintly, he recognized what an accomplishment it was to be able to think of any at all when so much blood had rushed straight to his cock. He rose silently, keeping his burning face lowered, still facing Darren as he settled carefully on Miles's knees.

Immediately, his old friend's arms were around him, pulling him closer. Miles stroked a hand up his spine to rub the nape of his neck, then tangled his fingers into his hair. He let out a slow, shaky breath, warm against his skin. "I'm so glad I found you again," he murmured, voice low and rough in a way that made Tristan jerk harder, straining at the front of his slacks. "The moment I realized it was you, I could tell how amazing, how special you'd grown up to be. God, Tristan..." he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Tristan's jaw.

Tristan couldn't hold back his quivering moan, turning his face towards Miles, inviting, needing. Suddenly, he was sixteen again, aching for a kiss, feeling as if he'd break apart without some way to express all the longing tangled up inside him. He half-expected that Miles wouldn't respond, but instead shocked pleasure crackled through him as Miles brought their mouths together.

Miles was kissing him with unmistakable desire, sucking at his bottom lip with a needy groan.

Finally, Miles wanted him.

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11 - An Evening's Direction

Tristan Chase-Morgan

As Miles claimed his lips, the nervous anxiety of Tristan's teenaged self broke open to joy and longing. His desire was reciprocated. He couldn't help but whimper as he wrapped his arms around Miles's neck, needing more. Miles's fingers tightened possessively on the small of his back, urging Tristan's lips to part with a flick of the tongue, and it sent a rush of heat straight to his core. Part of him ached for nothing more than to submit to anything and everything Miles could ever desire of him.

He'd never been sure whether the kisses he'd remembered had only been a kindness. A consolation prize from someone who didn't want him, something to remember Miles by. But there was no question of Miles's desire now. He kissed like Tristan's kisses were more important than breathing, pulling him inescapably into the warm strength of his body.

Tristan couldn't help but squirm closer, aching for more sensation. The intoxicating hardness of Miles's cock pressed into his thigh, and if Miles had asked to take him right then, he might have stripped down and begged for it.

"Good boy," Darren murmured, cuddling against Miles's side. "Let him taste your sweet lips just like that. I've ached to find someone just like you for him, little bunny... such a sweet, obedient sub. So shy... beautifully innocent."

How on earth did Darren know exactly what he needed to hear? Tristan couldn't help but sob with desire, trembling in Miles's embrace. Miles's broad hand rubbed restlessly up his thigh, searing even though his slacks. "Touch him," Darren urged softly. He covered his husband's hand with his own, urging it towards the straining ridge of Tristan's arousal. "He's been so brave for you, Miles, hasn't he? So truthful when he was so nervous and frightened. He deserves to feel good."

"Wanna make you feel so good, sweetheart," Miles breathed, cupping him through his slacks. "God, Tristan..."