Author's note:
A new year, a new series! This has just been an idea I've been toying around with for a while. I hope you all enjoy it!
And thanks once more for all the incredible feedback I've gotten. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but I feel the need to reiterate just how much it really drives me forward! You guys are the greatest!
- your city bird
I've got to tell him tonight. I can't lie to him anymore.
Liam paced in circles around his New York apartment, nervously biting his nails as he awaited his lover's arrival. He had been with Tristan for six months now–something Naomi, his girlfriend of just under a year, knew nothing about. And unfortunately, Tristan knew nothing about Naomi either.
All that would change tonight, for better or for worse. Liam wanted nothing more than to surrender to Tristan. He felt as if everything in his life was completely expendable if Tristan would stay by his side. That's why he had to tell him about Naomi. Tonight he would confess and the next morning, he would end it with Naomi.
Liam was literally stopped in his tracks as the knocking at his front door pierced through the fog of vexing thought. He rushed toward the door, pausing at a mirror to ensure his hair was appropriately fashionably mussed before answering to that persistent knock.
The moment the door creaked open on its hinges, a pair of long thin arms wrapped themselves around Liam's body as if they would never let go.
"Tristan," Liam chuckled, his worries temporarily erased as he lifted the younger man off the ground until he could wrap his legs around his waist. Tristan peppered Liam's neck and shoulders with gentle kisses, his fingers twining in Liam's soft brown hair as the older man shut the door behind them with a swift kick.
"Hey now, take your coat off stay a while," Liam chuckled, spinning Tristan in a quick circle.
"I know I just got here," Tristan said in a smoky voice as his scalding tongue traced around the shell or Liam's ear, "but I want you, Liam." Tristan leaned back slightly, his tongue briefly flicking across Liam's lips before finding its way to refuge. Liam returned the kiss fiercely, pushing Tristan roughly back against the now-closed door.
"You sure you don't want to talk a little?" Liam said, already panting as he briefly broke the kiss, "I went shopping today. I bought you a present."
"What a sweetheart," Tristan cooed, kissing Liam on the cheek. "But I can't wait," the kisses trailed slowly and tenderly around his jawline. "I want you right now," Tristan's mouth returned to Liam's, his tongue plunging between Liam's easily yielding lips.
"I want you too, Trist," Liam moaned into Tristan's still-open mouth as he ground his hips between his lover's spread legs.
"Where do you want to fuck me?" Tristan replied with a guttural groan, his head leaning back against the wall behind him, "I'll do anything."
"Ugh," Liam groaned, his cock growing increasingly and unbearably hard at the sound of his lover's impassioned voice. He pulled Tristan's back from the wall and nearly ran the five feet from the door to the kitchen table on which he sat Tristan down gently. "Get ready," Liam whispered, kissing Tristan lightly on the cheek as he turned to exit the kitchen. "I'll be back in ten seconds!"
Slightly frustrated, but more excited than anything, Liam sprinted into his bedroom, retrieving his bottle of lube and managing to at least get out of his shirt. Visions of the scene about to unfold filled his mind as he began his return. He felt impossibly lucky to have fallen in love with a guy like Tristan.
That feeling was only intensified as Liam turned the corner and reentered the kitchen.
Tristan lay on his side on top of Liam's kitchen table. With his chin supported by an elegant hand, Tristan's long lean body lay stretched out before Liam, every square inch of bare skin a glowing ivory in the dim overhead lighting. His raven hair swept slightly over his hooded eyes which seemed to be eating his lover alive. Liam looked on in a daze as Tristan's other hand slowly roamed down the length of his body and briefly disappeared behind him. A look of pleasure overtook Tristan's face, his breathing quickening slightly as he tightly closed his eyes. "Liam," he whispered wantonly, his cock twitching as his hidden hand continued to perform its unseen acts of hedonism. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed, the tension in his body disappearing in an instant. Slowly, Tristan's hand came back into view as he withdrew a rather long graduated plug from between his legs.
Looking up into Liam's eyes, Tristan sighed. "If I'm not ready right now, I never will be," he laughed slyly. "I've been sitting on this all day." He set the plug down on the table beside him as he continued to smile up at Liam. "What are you waiting for? Eat up," Tristan cooed as he spread wide his smooth white thighs.
Unable to withstand his own inaction any longer, Liam quickly and clumsily unbuckled his belt and stumbled out of his trousers. Tristan turned to lean back on his elbows, his legs hanging gracefully from the edge of the dining table, as he watched his lover approach.
As Liam arrived, he found his hands magnetically attracted to Tristan's body. Even when he was clothed, Liam found it difficult to restrain himself from pouncing on Tristan, but when Tristan was completely nude, it was as if he didn't look complete without Liam's hands, his body, his tongue.
Liam gently caressed the side of Tristan's beautiful face as his other hand found its way to the sultry heat of Tristan's entrance. Tristan moaned, turning his face slightly and laving the gaps between Liam's fingers with his scalding tongue.
"You really did plan ahead, didn't you?" Liam said, suddenly forcing two long fingers inside Tristan's now trembling body. "You really should have come over earlier."
