Chapter 35: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Thankful for a life!

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“So…you always keep lube in your office?” Tristan sounded amused.

“Never said I was a saint. Besides you’ve seen my…what I’m packing. Wouldn’t want to hurt anyone.” Damon muttered.

“Seen it? More like felt it.” Tristan squeezed his arse muscles drawing a moan from Damon. “You fucker.”

Damon chuckled. “Do you have any idea how close I came to throwing you on the conference table and fucking your brains out in front of everyone in that meeting last Friday?”

Tristan laughed. “I can imagine. After all, you did follow me into the restroom to have your way with me.”

“No. That wasn’t the reason why I followed you in there. But when I saw you…” Damon sighed and shook his head. “Dude, that was some blowjob. It was off the hook!”

Tristan was laughing so hard, Damon had to join in. “I guess I need a medal.”

“I just wish you had waited around for me to make you feel as good.” Damon husked and raised an eyebrow when he saw Tristan flush.

“Why did you think I couldn’t wait around to finish the meeting…?” Tristan, to his surprise, blushed red, drawing a chuckle from Damon.

Tristan remembered how hurt, angry, and…sticky he had felt after giving Damon that blowjob in the restroom. That act had been so intense that, Tristan had creamed his jeans without warning. His dick had simply exploded in powerful bursts that flooded his jeans at some point during the act. Nothing had to even touch his cock. He couldn’t possibly have gone back to the meeting with that icky, wet, and sort of sticky feeling.

“Wow. Just, wow. But how the fuck were you able to do that? Take me like that I mean. Nobody has ever been able to…” Damon trailed off.

“I guess all that hurt and anger pushed me to perform wonders,” Tristan said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” Damon whispered, his eyes filled with so much regret. “I’m damn sorry.”

“Shh, baby. Cut it out with the apologies, already! It’s okay.” Tristan touched his forehead to Damon’s, looking him in the eye. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too Tris. With all my heart. Never doubt that.” Damon said softly.

Damon’s words caused a sweet, clenching ache in Tristan’s gut. He felt vaguely drugged like he had finished a whole bottle of champagne. They sat like that in a comfortable silence till Damon broke the silence.

“You know Lisa wants you, don’t you?” He murmured.

Tristan chuckled. “Jealous?”

“Should I be?” Damon shot back.

“Are you seriously asking me that now?” Tristan sat up and looked at Damon. “You have your cock so deep up my arse this very moment, I can practically feel it in my throat…and you’re asking me that?”

Damon was saved from answering Tristan’s question when his cell phone started ringing. He reached into his pocket and took it out ignoring Tristan’s raised brow.

“Really? What if you had mistakenly dialed someone’s number?” Tristan looked incredulous.

Ignoring his question, Damon’s other hand moved to the back of Tristan’s neck and coaxed him closer so he could drop a kiss on his swollen lips. “Are you here Seth?” He spoke to whoever was on the line. “Give me thirty minutes.”

“Okay let’s go washdown. He’s here.” Damon stood with Tristan still clutched in his arms.

“Who’s here?”

“You’ll see.”

After a quick shower together, they both dressed up again, with Damon opting to wear black jeans and a blue long-sleeved slim-cut shirt he took out of his closet in his office. His suit was ruined and needed to go to the cleaners.

“Sorry about your suit,” Tristan said with a naughty grin not sounding sorry at all.

“Yeah right.” Damon laughed, fixing his cuffs. “It was so worth it.”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you give it to me as a keepsake?” Tristan said sounding serious.

Damon turned to look at him with a bemused expression on his face. “You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Never been more serious.” A sweet, sexy grin curved his lips.

“Done! Will let you have it immediately it comes back from the cleaners.”

“I don’t want it to go to the cleaners, Damon.” Tristan sounded dead serious.

“What!” Damon exclaimed, surprised. “You’re nuts you know that?”

“Yeah, it’s going be make a great jack-off material.” Tristan deadpanned.

Damon roared with laughter and lowered his mouth to Tristan’s in a lingering kiss. Then he pressed some buttons which cut off the music, brightened the light, and got the glass back to its plain form.

“How do you feel?” Damon’s voice was soft with concern.

“Great,” Tristan murmured with an infectious grin. “Thoroughly well fucked. You never disappoint.”

Damon chuckled. “You do look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful.” He lovingly stroked Tristan’s cheeks, then bent to kiss him tenderly, enjoying the soft lips moving against his. He knew they could be seen by anyone looking in their direction at that particular moment, from the outer office but didn’t care. In fact, he was counting on a particular someone seeing them.

“Shit, I’m a lucky son of a bitch,” Tristan gasped when Damon released his lips.

“And why’s that?” Damon asked trying to get his breathing under control.

“Stop fishing Damon Reid.” Tristan pushed a laughing Damon away from him.

“Now let’s do this,” Damon muttered and pressed the intercom to ask Lisa, whose jaw had dropped in shock at seeing her boss kissing Tristan, to send Seth in.

Tristan saw the confusion and shock on Lisa’s face through the glass and turned to look at Damon, who was trying very hard to suppress a smile.

“You did that on purpose.” Tristan looked bemused.

“What if I did?” Damon’s grin was downright sinful.

“You Sonofabitch.” Tristan breathed but couldn’t suppress the delightful twinkle in his eyes.

“Hey, that’s my mother you’re talking about you little twit.” Damon laughed. “You should be thanking me. I’ve made your work easier.”

“Really?” Tristan looked incredulous.

“Uh-huh. You are mine, Tris. And I don’t like to share.” Damon raked him with a heated look which had Tristan’s thoughts shifting in a much naughtier direction. Then he reached out and pulled a still bemused Tristan to sit beside him on the couch just as a man, who looked like a wrestler entered the office.

“Hello, Seth. Let’s see what you got.” Damon told the man.

The man said a quick hello to Tristan and handed a rolled sheet to Damon. Damon quickly unrolled the sheet and spread it across the glass table in front of the couch. Tristan noticed the sheet had pictures of females. There were names and addresses printed under each picture. He immediately knew what it was. It was the flight manifest of all females on board the STAR-BO144, which had crushed the night before. The only difference was that, unlike a usual manifest, this one came with pictures. How the fuck had Damon managed to get that Tristan wondered. He started to shake, covering his eyes with his palms.

“Give us a minute Seth. I’ll call you in a moment.” Damon said to the John Cena look-alike, who quickly excused himself.

“Tris?” Damon pulled a now trembling Tristan into his lap. “Please baby. You have to do this.”

“What if she died? What then?” He asked in a shaky voice.

“It wouldn’t be your fault. But we have to know. To give you closure. Please.” Damon implored.

Tristan swallowed past the lump in his throat and gave a hesitant nod. He looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He moved to sit on the couch and looked at the sheet that had been spread out. He immediately gasped. The sweet face of the lovely lady jumped out at him.

“Th…that’s her.” He pointed.

Damon looked at it and picked up his phone and simply mentioned the name beneath the picture to someone. “Amanda Greene.”

Tristan’s heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t control the sob that escaped his lips when he heard Damon’s next words.

“Thank God. Get me her exact location. I’m on my way.” Then he hanged up and drew a sobbing Tristan into his arms. “She’s okay, baby. She’s okay.”