Forsaking Truth (7 page)

Tristan stepped closer
and placed his palm over his
heart. “Relax. Breathe.
Everything’s cool.”

Astonishingly, his
touch helped. Luke drew in one shaky breath after another as Tristan stepped
even closer. Lips brushed his and Tristan slowly pulled him into a hug.

Walls came tumbling
down and something crac
ked inside of him. He let out
a harsh breath and yanked Tristan close.

“It’s okay,” he
whispered and Luke wrapped his arms around him tight. “You’re still Luke.
You’re still you. Just let me hold you for a minute.”

He broke. A sob he
seemed to be holding i
n for a year tore from his
chest. He gripped Tristan’s head, hard, and buried his face in his shoulder. He
couldn’t let the other man see him break.

Tristan’s voice
continued to promise everything was fine and Luke cried for the first time in
what felt lik
e an eternity. He cried for the future
he’d lost, for disappointing his fans. He cried for the pain that had been
swallowing him whole since he’d come home and for the loneliness he couldn’t
escape nor wanted to leave. He cried, because, for the first time
in his entire life, he’d understood what sex was supposed
to feel like. He finally got it, but he got it from a man.

He wasn’t sure how
long they stood there in the hall, in each other’s arms. He only knew he needed
Tristan’s strength in those moments and
didn’t want
him to let go. Once he’d finally pulled himself together, Tristan ducked and
removed Luke’s boots and jeans. It was such a practical gesture, yet stunningly
kind and touching.

They found their way
to his bed and Luke shyly drew back the covers
,
instinct he didn’t know he possessed taking over. Tristan kept his eyes on him
as he stripped away his pants and, together, they climbed under the covers.
Nothing else happened, but those hours that followed changed everything.

Tristan was able to
hold
Luke in a way no one else ever had. Their bodies
curled into each other and something about his presence made everything—for the
first time in a long time—seem okay.

Tristan knew the
moment Luke awakened, because his body immediately st
iffened.
Those strong arms and broad shoulders he’d been holding all night tensed and
Tristan wasn’t sure how to prepare for whatever came next.

It was obvious Luke
had never been with a guy before. Tristan had been born gay, a belief he shared
with most h
omosexuals, but Luke had obviously lived
his life as a heterosexual man. Bi?

Bisexuality confused
him. Tristan liked men. Women were of course beautiful, but in the way a sunset
was beautiful or a flower. There was never any sexual chemistry between him a
nd someone of the opposite sex. But maybe Luke was bi.

As the man in question
grunted, Tristan slid his arm over that tapered hip that fascinated the hell
out of him and teased the soft divot just before his fingers met the curve of
the most impeccable abs
he’d ever set eyes on. “Good
morning.”

Luke’s shoulders
shifted with each inward breath. Tristan didn’t want him to freak out. Pressing
his lips to the strong muscle of his back, he caressed his hip and snuggled
closer. Sensing Luke’s arousal, he nestled
his bare
hips into the flawless ass pressed to his groin. “Don’t be scared.”

“Uh…”

Shutting his eyes, he
slid his hand lower and captured Luke’s dick in his fingers. Yup. He was rock
hard.

Luke hissed in a
breath and tensed, but Tristan wasn’t deterred. T
he
other man was obviously bigger and stronger. He could throw him off at any
minute. Tristan kept his touch light and slow.

Stroking his flesh, he
pressed kisses at the back of Luke’s neck and nestled closer. It only took a
moment for Luke to roll to his
back and face him.
There was that beautiful face and those piercing blue eyes. His irises were
dark like wet denim. His stare was filled with pain and confusion. Tristan
rolled over his strong body and continued to touch him.

They were so close he
could
count each little lash. “You okay?”

Luke’s gaze darted
away, but he stretched and shut his eyes, signaling Tristan to go on. He
shifted and scooted lower, kissing every decadent dip and bulge along Luke’s
chest and abdomen. Cool air teased his backside as
the
covers fell away and he came face to face with Luke’s cock.

It was thick and long.
A dark vein traveled up the length. Tristan breathed in his intoxicating musk,
sending his eyes rolling back on a wave of ecstasy. He kissed the tip, dragged
his tongue
slowly up the side and explored the soft
rim at the top. The sense of urgency that had driven them together last night
was gone and Tristan took his time exploring and learning Luke.

Luke didn’t touch him
nor did he pose his body in a way that looked
relaxed.
Luke’s hands remained fisted by his side as Tristan slowly took him into his
mouth.

The other man’s hips
twitched and lifted as he worked his mouth down that column of flesh,
stretching his lips wide. His fingers held and pumped with each languid
stroke of his tongue. The sound of Luke’s heavy breathing
filled the quiet room. Tristan cupped his balls and massaged gently, pulling,
tugging, rubbing until Luke’s legs began to scissor slowly at Tristan’s sides.

Tristan’s body was so
attuned to his. Eve
ry little breath, moan, and sigh
sent a thrill up his spine, over his shoulders, and straight to his cock.

A moan slipped past
Luke’s lips as Tristan took him deeper. Luke’s knees drew up and, emboldened,
Tristan slid his finger past Luke’s taint and smoot
hed
a calloused fingertip over the taut flesh there.

Deep breaths echoed
through the room, interrupted by the occasional curse. Tristan’s finger
traveled back between the cheeks of Luke’s ass and found that tight little
virgin knot.

“No.”

He stilled and wi
thdrew Luke’s cock from his mouth. Pulling back his hand,
he returned his ministrations to the other man’s balls. He wondered if—in the
mind of Luke—anal play crossed a line he wasn’t yet prepared to face. Luke was
obviously having some issues with the fac
t that a man
was currently sucking him off, but maybe he thought if he kept his eyes closed
and didn’t experience anything he couldn’t experience with a woman, he was
still safely hetero.

It pissed Tristan
off. He was no one’s vessel and no
one’s toy. If
Luke wanted him, he’d have to own up to
it and Tristan was determined to make it perfectly clear that it was him Luke
was fucking around with.

Keeping his hand
curled around his cock, he slid up Luke’s hard body and pressed his lips to
his. Those dark blue
eyes flashed open. Tristan
traced his tongue over his full lower lip and slid his own dick along Luke’s.

Luke’s breath
quickened and his shoulders tensed. Sliding his legs along Luke’s, Tristan
dragged his mouth over the stubble covering Luke’s throat. He
kissed the curve of his shoulder and trailed his tongue up
his neck.

Heat from their bodies
turned to condensation below. Tristan’s thumb rubbed over a pearl of precum as
he slipped his hand between their bodies and massaged it into Luke’s shaft. The
slid
e of their cocks together was devastatingly
erotic, but nothing felt better than when Luke’s hands finally grabbed hold of
his hips and held him close.

Their bodies dragged
together in a slow, sultry rocking motion. When he caught Luke’s half-lidded
stare
he paused. Luke met his gaze challengingly,
seemingly waging some internal battle. Then, ever so slightly, he lifted his
head from the pillows and pressed his lips to Tristan’s.

Victory.

Tristan sealed his
mouth to Luke’s and explored with his tongue in fa
st,
thrusting flicks. Luke’s fingers tightened on his hips, slid down to his ass
and soon they were kissing passionately with no thought aside from feeling each
other’s body.

Cocks ground over each
other. Fluid seeped from his tip. His hand, still snaked b
etween them, gripped both their dicks and he thrust his
hips, jerking them both off as one.

Luke grunted and a
look of euphoric pleasure took over his face. His mouth opened. Kiss-swollen
lips parted, as his head tipped back in a silent cry and his releas
e covered Tristan’s fingers.

His body quivered and
tightened as Luke rode out his climax. Warm, pulsing jets of come shot from
Tristan’s dick, mixing with Luke’s. Fuck. It was incredible.

Their bodies continued
to rock in a slick slide as he flattened his
palm
over Luke’s hard stomach. His mouth brushed over that strong jaw, all sharp
edges and stubble. He nipped his chin with his teeth and dragged his tongue to
the cleft beneath that perfectly plump lower lip.

“Like I said. Good
morning.”

Luke’s mouth qu
irked in the slightest smile and his lashes lowered
bashfully.
That’s right, mister. There will be no
hiding from me or denying anything we share. Get used to it.

He rolled to his side
and rested his head in the crook of Luke’s arm. With halting movements,
Luke slowly curled his arm around Tristan’s shoulder, as
though deliberating each tiny encroachment. When a hand closed over his
shoulder, holding him to Luke’s side, Tristan shut his eyes and sighed. He’d be
patient, because this man was definitely worth
it.

He was sober. The
easiest excuse slid off the table and Luke frantically searched his brain for
another.

His body and mind were
still reeling from the incredible orgasm he’d just had. Come, his and
Tristan’s, still remained in a sticky smea
r at his
hips. These were new sheets and that should have bothered him, but there was
something erotic about Tristan’s scent clinging to his bed, that his mark was
all over his skin.

Fuck!

He should say
something. Pull away. Punch him in the face.
Anything.
What the fuck was happening to him?

Luke’s mind
continuously reassured him that his front door was locked and no one knew
Tristan was there since Luke had driven them. But his cousins would know
Tristan didn’t come home.
Shit.

He needed to get hi
m out of there. “People are probably wondering where you
are.”

“I texted Ryan late
last night and told him I spent the night with a friend. He knows what to do
with that.”

“What do you mean?”

“If anyone asks, he’ll
say I met a girl.”

“Do you lie a lot?”

“I
only lie about that. Mostly because it’s easier for me to
lie than for outsiders to hear the truth. I don’t like it, but it’s what’s
easiest for everyone.”

Luke understood
privacy. He coveted it and respected it, but continuously lying wasn’t
something he
was into. He was raised to believe if
something had to be kept a secret it wasn’t something he should have. This was
new territory and he didn’t know how their relationship applied to that rule.

Didn’t matter anyway.
After today it was over. Whatever had
just happened
couldn’t happen again. They’d experimented. He’d heard something once that one
out of four men had gay experiences. This was obviously his. But he wasn’t gay.
He’d merely let Tristan kiss him and blow him. That’s all it was, just another
blow
job.

Like a Filofax, his
mind shuffled through women he knew. He should go find one and fuck her brains
out. That’s what he’d do. After Tristan left, he’d shower, put his kitchen back
to rights, and later he’d go out trolling.

He realized it was
Sunday
and lamented not many people would be hanging
out at O’Malley’s. That was all right. He’d call someone. As a matter of fact,
he’d call Tiffany. She’d come over. He’d fuck her on every hard and soft
surface he could find, and then he’d parade her in front o
f his family so everyone was clear.

Tristan’s soft lips
pressed into his chest and Luke’s dick twitched. “You want to go to breakfast?”

“I have stuff to do.
There’s food in the fridge if you want to grab something on your way out.”

His head lifted and
stee
ly eyes bore into his. “Are you kicking me out?”

Luke shrugged and slid
out of bed. “Like I said, I got shit to do.”

He sat up and Luke
struggled not to fidget under his scrutiny. “At least let me help you get the
kitchen back in order. There’s no way you’
re moving
that fridge on your own. I don’t care how ripped you are.”

“That’s fine, but then
I have errands to run. I gotta jump in the shower.”

Tristan’s gaze darted
to the sticky smear at Luke’s stomach and the side of his mouth kicked up.
“Need any help?
”

“No, I’m set.” He
turned before he could see the dejection in Tristan’s eyes. It was good that he
realized now that this was a mistake. Luke wasn’t gay.

An hour later the
kitchen was back in order and Luke was anxious for Tristan to go. It was only
nine
in the morning, but soon others would be getting
up and he didn’t need anyone to see them immerging from the barn together or
him dropping Tristan off at his aunt’s.

He grabbed his keys
from the bowl on the counter. “You ready?”

The other man’s
expression
was unreadable. “Yeah.”

Luke felt like he was
forgetting something, but couldn’t figure out what. They headed down the hall
and when he opened the door Tristan’s large palm slammed it shut.

Luke turned and found
Tristan’s hard gaze drilling into him. “Ar
e you at
least going to kiss me goodbye?”

Yes. No. Fuck. He
didn’t want to reopen that can of worms. He wanted to seal it shut, wrap it in
duct tape, encase it in a box of unbreakable cement, and throw it away in the
deepest crevice of the ocean. “Tristan—
”

“Is that it then,
Luke? I suck you off, we spend the night in each other’s arms, and you toss me
out like yesterday’s garbage and forget how much you enjoyed it? Out of sight,
out of mind?”