Fiery Heat

Chapter 45: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… Regret & Forgiveness!

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“Damon?”

“Un-huh?”

“I’m sorry,” Tristan said simply.

Damon looked at Tristan’s remorseful face for a while and patted the space beside him. “Sit.”

Tristan sat on the bed.

“Tristan,” Damon began softly, “How would you have felt if I had acted like how you had?”

Tristan raked his fingers through his damp hair in frustration. “Damon I’m sorry.”

“No seriously. I want to know. How would you have felt? And especially, if I had acted as such right after I’d fucked you?”

“Shit!” Tristan groaned. “Pissed, hurt…I would have been devastated.” Tristan finished in a whisper.

Damon decided he didn’t like the shattered look on Tristan’s face. He just couldn’t stand it. After all, Tristan was obviously regretful for how he had acted. Damon wanted his cheerful Tristan back, wanted the playful, witty Tristan back. And what better way to do that than make light of the situation…

“Good. I’m human then. ‘Cause I couldn’t help but cry in the shower earlier. Thought for a moment I was coming down with something.” Damon said.

“Oh God, Damon.” Tristan looked stunned for a moment, and then he threw himself at Damon and buried his face against his neck, chanting ‘forgive me’. If he had looked at Damon’s face, he would have realized he was only joking.

When he felt Damon shaking he almost died, thinking he was crying again. He raised his head up from Damon’s neck and gasped when he realized Damon was rather laughing.

“What…” Tristan sat up.

“I was just messing with you dude. I didn’t cry. God, you should see the look on your face.” Damon howled with laughter.

Tristan had to take a moment to process what was going on. He had been pranked. Damon actually thought this was funny? Tristan saw red.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Tristan bellowed.

That got Damon’s attention. He stopped laughing and looked at Tristan. Had he really just shouted at him? And why the fuck was he looking all furious? Damon flipped!

“No, no, no Tristan, you don’t get to go Hulk on me at this point. ‘Cause I have every right to get on your fucking nerves. What you did was a shitty thing to do. Have I quizzed you about your past fucks? Why should mine be an issue?”

Damon was getting worked up. He sat up and stared Tristan down. “I’m just as human as you are Tristan. And you mustn’t do to me what you wouldn’t want me to do to you. Hell, I’ve never treated you with anything but care after sex. Don’t I deserve the same? Do you have any idea how I felt when you left me like that?” Damon whispered. All the hurt he hadn’t acknowledged in the boardroom surged through him. “I’ve never been this hurt in my life.”

Tristan felt so much shame and guilt he just wanted to die. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was small, contrite.

“Oh and one more thing…grow the fuck up!” Damon said in a hard voice.

Tristan couldn’t explain the emotions running through him at that point. He knew what he did was wrong but Damon’s last comment hurt more than he cared to admit. Possessiveness and jealousy had obviously driven him to act as he had. Not to justify how he had acted, but as far as he was concerned, anyone could be jealous. It didn’t make them immature, did it? He didn’t think he had a right to point that out though…taking into consideration the fact that he had acted badly.

Damon saw how defeated Tristan looked and immediately regretted his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to be too hard on Tristan. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Can we just please forget this and move on?” Damon’s voice was quiet.

Tristan nodded slowly, staring down at his fingers. “Yes.” His voice was low, quiet. Hoarse.

“And just for the record, yes I have fucked on a plane…or two. But not on this one. This is a first.” Damon said.

Tristan shrugged. “It doesn’t matter whether you have or not. I was out of line and I’m sorry.”

Damon had a feeling Tristan didn’t believe him. “Tris, I do have another private jet besides this you know. This, I didn’t want to do stuff like that on ‘cause I didn’t want to disrespect the memory of my dad. With you…it’s different. I’m not doing this with one of my flings. I want ‘forever’ with you Tristan. So I don’t see it as disrespect. Besides, you didn’t give me the chance to say no anyway.” Damon added, tongue in cheek.

When Tristan didn’t give a witty comeback as he would usually do, Damon got worried and reached for him.

“Hey come here.” Damon drew Tristan to him and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry baby,” Damon said quietly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Tristan murmured into his chest. “I’m just appalled at the way I treated you. I’m so sorry.”

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry about the way I spoke. I guess it was either that or tear up. Forgive me please.” Damon said softly.

“But if you ever do that to me again, I’m gonna whoop your arse,” Damon growled.

“Never again,” Tristan whispered, looking into Damon’s eyes. “How are you feeling?” His voice was filled with concern.

Damon grinned. “I’m okay, thanks for asking. You know I was only kidding about whooping your arse right? I can never do that. I love you, Tris.” Damon leaned forward to kiss Tristan lingeringly.

“I love you too Damon.” Tristan breathed when his lips were released. “And you can’t whoop my arse baby. I’m a black belt.”

Damon barked with laughter, glad Tristan was sounding like his usual self again. “I’ll try and remember that.” He nuzzled behind Tristan’s ear, tightening his arms around him. “God, you smell divine. Hungry?”

“Famished.” Tristan sighed, feeling pangs of hunger.

“Wait here,” Damon said getting out of the bed but Tristan’s voice stopped him before he could leave the suite.

“Hey, Damon…” Tristan said softly. “Seriously, are you okay? I…I saw you wince when you came to lie down and just now when you were getting off the bed too. I know there’s no tub in here but I could…”

“Tris, I’ll live.”

“Don’t be stubborn Damon.”

“Relax. We can take care of me when we land.”

“I’m so gonna laugh at you if you walk funny when we land.” Tristan’s tone was one of wry amusement.

Damon flipped Tristan off and left the suite to Tristan’s howls of laughter. When he came back, he had Tristan’s food and a bottle of Hennessey with two glasses on a tray. Damon stripped off his clothes leaving just his boxer briefs and then did the same for Tristan. Then he fed Tristan, kissing him in between bites. By the time the food was finished, half of the bottle of Hennessey was gone.

Tristan moved to lie on top of Damon, kissing him slowly and gently, his lips soft and full, teasing and playful. Slowly Tristan began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as the motion of his lips. Damon felt himself stir and moaned deep in his throat, deepening the kiss. Their tongues explored and tasted and their boxer briefs soon became wet with their pre-cum. The plane shook suddenly, then dropped but the two lovers didn’t even feel it. They were so lost in each other. Tristan sat up and straddled Damon, grinding their cocks together through their boxers.

“Fuck, baby.” Damon was going out of his mind with pleasure.