Chapter 36: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Grateful gift!

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“Ready?” Damon asked quietly.

“Yes.” Tristan sighed.

“Let’s go.”

It was Saturday morning. Damon and his friends were spending the day in Damon’s house since it was his turn to host their Saturday morning get-together. He had told Tristan to come join them so he could officially introduce him to the guys. The guys were already playing various games and drinking their lives away in the ridiculously large basement which had been converted into a luxurious game room. The huge projected screen was showing a live soccer match between Manchester United and Arsenal. Just as he had come up to instruct the cook to start arranging the assorted mouthwateringly aromatic dishes he had prepared in the basement so that the guys could start eating, he heard Tristan’s bike roar into the compound.

Damon had gone outside to where Tristan was getting off his parked bike. He took in Tristan’s boot-cut faded jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket…HOT! Damon had calmly reached out and taken off Tristan’s helmet and then taken his lips in a sweet kiss which had left Tristan breathless.

“Are you going to let me off this bike anytime soon?” Tristan asked huskily. Damon looked breathtakingly good, as usual, completely relaxed in white drawstring lounging pants and a navy blue t-shit.

Damon chuckled. “Sure.” Then he stepped back to allow Tristan to swing his leg off his bike and fix his helmet on the bike. “Now where was I?” He asked reaching for Tristan again. Damon took his lips again and only released him when they both needed to come up for air.

“I missed you too.” Tristan laughed breathlessly.

“You have no idea what I almost did around three a.m. I came very close to driving over to your house to pick you up. I wanted you in my bed…where you belong.”

“And what stopped you from doing just that?” Tristan’s eyes sparkled with delight.

“Caleb’s face,” Damon stated simply.

Tristan laughed. “Yeah right. As if that would stop you.”

“I really wish I wasn’t entertaining. You look so fuckabIe I just might drag you upstairs at a point Tris. Expect it.” Damon husked taking Tristan’s hand and moving towards the house, smiling at Tristan’s teasing hum of Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ under his breath. “What took you so long by the way? Knowing you, you probably got home this morning so decided to sleep in huh?”

Tristan chuckled. He had had a lot of fun hanging out with his friends the night before. “I got home around two a.m. but that’s not the reason why I got here late. Amanda called. And you know how much of a chatterbox she is. She’s still going crazy over the car. Told me I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you. I told her I already knew that. If only people could see just how lucky YOU are to have MOI.” Tristan smirked.

Damon chuckled. “I know I’m the lucky one baby. And that’s all that matters. But you have no idea how people envy me whenever they figure out that we’re together. Sometimes I have to glare at people just to get them to stop ogling you. Both men and women. It’s so frustrating. Trust me they know just how lucky I am.

Tristan laughed. “You actually glare at people? That’s so fucked up. Amanda is on point though. I am the lucky one. I got the sexiest, hottest, and yummiest guy on the planet.” He drawled making Damon laugh.

Amanda Greene, Tristan’s guardian angel, as everyone who knew the story affectionately referred to her, was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was the proud owner of a sleek metallic grey Mercedes Benz B250. The fact that it was the latest model was just icing on the cake. The day after the crash, when they had gone to meet Amanda, had been very emotional for both Tristan and Amanda. Fortunately, Amanda flew Economy on the STAR-BO144 the day it crashed so she had escaped unhurt. She had been on her way to her brother’s wedding in Paris when the accident occurred.

Whilst Tristan spoke with Amanda, Damon had quietly called aside her boyfriend, Mike, who had been at the airport, seeing Amanda off when Tristan had seen them. Damon asked Mike to tell him honestly, what his girlfriend would love to own but couldn’t afford. Mike had immediately replied that she would love a car as she had been saving for quite a while so she could get herself an affordable used car.

That very day, Damon had had a sleek Mercedes Benz B250 delivered to her. It was fully paid for and had her name on the documents as the proud owner. Amanda had screamed and cried and screamed some more. She didn’t know how to thank Damon enough. Her happiness was enough for Damon as his Tristan’s life was worth more than all the expensive cars in the world.

Inside the house, Tristan stopped, his eyes flashing nervously. “Hey, how many guys are in there?”

Damon looked into Tristan’s eyes and suppressed a smile. Tristan Thomas, nervous to meet people? Wonders, they say, will never end.

“Tris, you have nothing to worry about. They are the coolest guys on the planet. You’ve met them before remember?”

“Yeah, but what if they don’t like me now that we are officially dating Damon? They are your friends. If they don’t accept me, it will make your life very awkward don’t you think?”

Damon sighed. “They will accept you, Tris. There are six guys in all. There’s Chris, Tyron, Michael, Kyle, Matt, and Dean. Watch out for Dean. Don’t take anything he says to heart. He can be an ass but he’s a good person. In fact, I think you are the best person to handle that idiot. Did I tell you Cole and Briana will come get us from the airport tomorrow?”

“Good. I finally get to meet the famous couple tomorrow.” Tristan smiled.

“Yep. You get to meet the guy I was allegedly ‘fucking’.” Damon deadpanned.

“Fuck you.” Tristan couldn’t help but laugh. That had been a silly mistake on his part, thinking Damon had slept with Cole when he had seen them embrace on Damon’s security monitor. He had never met Cole so hadn’t known at the time that it was him.

“So…ready?” Damon asked quietly.

“Yes.” Tristan sighed.

“Let’s go.”