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He knew he was being too bold, and too rough, but Tristan's cries were nothing but exultant. "God, Leander, please, please!"

"Come on, darling," he gasped, letting himself drive up hard and fast, the shuddering bliss of orgasm teasing at his nerves. "Come for me, come like he was fucking you right now, come on - !"

Tristan sobbed, clenching down around him almost impossibly tight. Experiencing him losing control and jetting between them was hot and intense and perfect. Leander smothered his yell in his neck as pleasure rushed through his body, as he emptied himself inside Tristan, each spurt another burst of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled back to press soft, breathless kisses to Tristan's lips, letting go of his wrists and cuddling him close. "You alright, darling?"

Tristan nodded, cheeks reddening, glancing down. "Yes. I just... I..."

Leander made a soothing noise, kissing his cheeks. "Don't worry, darling. I got carried away. It didn't have to mean anything."

"You weren't wrong, though," Tristan whispered, and if he hadn't just come, Leander thought he might be instantly hard from the surprisingly appealing mix of longing and shame in those words.

Leander kissed him again, slow and sweet. "And you're not wrong either," he said, hoping he was saying the right words. "And quite honestly... I think Miles would agree with me. But don't worry about it now, alright? We have plenty of time to get to know them both."

Tristan's eyes were bright as he gazed up at him, his smile trembling. "Thank you," he whispered, and Leander kissed him again, heart aching with adoration. "You're so good to me."

"A tiny piece of all the wonderful things you've given me, my darling," he murmured, cuddling Tristan close again.

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14 - Tristan's Struggle

Tristan Chase-Morgan

After Leander's lurid fantasies during sex, Tristan had no idea how he was going to manage to look at his old friend without blushing - or worse, cumming in his pants like some barely pubescent horndog. Instead, he busied himself making breakfast, defrosting a package of bacon from the freezer. He began to toast English muffins as Leander started whipping up some hollandaise in the food processor.

Darren looked very nice in Leander's borrowed cotton button-down as he and Miles came in from the porch. He looked nice, but Miles looked nearly pornographic, the light, charcoal V-neck T-shirt he'd borrowed clinging tightly to his nicely defined muscles. Tristan's ears burned, but before he could say anything, Miles crossed the room to wrap an arm around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Good morning, little bunny."

His words were soft and affectionate, and despite being caught in the middle of arousal and embarrassment, Tristan began to relax. It was hard not to be reassured with Miles's arm wrapped strong and solid around his shoulders, his breath warm against his hair. Tristan closed his eyes, turning into him and returning the embrace silently. He sighed softly in pleasure as Miles wrapped his other arm around him, squeezing gently. "Good morning, Miles."

Leander was smiling at him when he pulled back, so Tristan smiled as well, looking up at his old friend. "I was thinking we could walk the Freedom Trail this morning and take a late lunch at Faneuil Hall, if you're interested? The weather's supposed to be beautiful."

"That sounds really nice," Miles replied, and Tristan tried to ignore how his heart fluttered at the way the corners of Miles's eyes crinkled when he smiled.

With breakfast to focus on, Tristan felt more in control of things, and he was able to relax into the gentle camaraderie and easy conversation they'd found the night before. They were good people, his experience told him, and they weren't putting on an act for politeness the way so many did when meeting new friends.

Darren had the kind of tranquil confidence that, in Tristan's experience, came from being completely in tune and comfortable with himself. He looked at Miles as if he were the most precious thing in the world, with such pride in everything his husband was. It was a look Tristan caught on Leander's face sometimes, when Leander thought he wasn't watching. It immediately endeared him to Darren.

And Miles... he had so many feelings about Miles, all muddled up and mixed together into a fluttery, clenching wonder and longing. Would Miles perhaps let him invite them for dinner in New York for his birthday in a few months? Maybe they could even travel down for the holidays? Dreams of the future mixed with all the kinky things Leander had said to him that morning. Such as performing for each other again. The appreciation and desire in Miles's eyes when Tristan had found him watching them making love at the party was seared into his memory.

Let alone whatever it was Darren had encouraged them to do before bed.

Tristan tried to tell himself that he shouldn't rush into this. He shouldn't trust them so much just because of their shared past when he knew so little about them now. But he knew enough. Miles's inherent kindness and devotion were still very much the core of his being, even now. How dedicated he was, the gentle, protective love he gave his husband. How he still approached Tristan with the same gentle protectiveness, like he was something immeasurably precious.

Even if he hadn't had such big feelings for Miles when he was younger, it would be very easy to fall for Miles again now.

There was enough of a breeze that afternoon that the weather wasn't stifling; they took lunch away from Faneuil, settling in the park with a couple of cheap straw mats Leander picked up to throw down on the grass. Afterwards, Miles stretched out on his back in the shade as they chatted, one hand resting on Darren's thigh. The other covered Tristan's hand, idly toying with his digits and lacing their fingers together. Eventually, he tugged Tristan down with him, giving him a small smile in invitation.

Tristan let himself be drawn into the strength of his body to rest his head on his shoulder. It was impossible to ignore the shiver of arousal that flared in his core, but in the warmth and the sunshine, it was nice to be close, listening to Leander and Darren talk with the occasional, lovely rumble of Miles's voice under his ear.

Leander rubbed his arm gently. "Tired, darling?"

Tristan shook his head. He caught hold of Leander's hand, giving it a squeeze as he smiled up at his husband. "It's alright. Just enjoying the rest."

In the sunshine, Leander's green eyes were even brighter than normal, shining as he smiled and squeezed his hand in return. Then he straightened. "Shit. I left the frozen peas in the car. I should go get them."

"Frozen peas?" Miles asked.