Just A Bit Wrong

Tristan stared at his reflection in the mirror, at the handprints on his ass, and at his neck, he looked like he'd been bitten by a vampire.He asked Lydia to reschedule the interview for this afternoon.It is impossible for him to accept any interviews in this state.

Tristan bit his lip and touched the huge hickey on his neck with his fingers.He shuddered a little, but despite the evidence, he still had no sense of reality.After waking up at the gym yesterday, he couldn't find Zach anywhere.If it weren't for the burning pain in his ass and the dry cum still sticking to his skin, Tristan might have thought that what happened yesterday was nothing more than a vivid, weird dream.

He wondered if Zach would come this morning.He thought it was unlikely.

Doorbell rang.

Tristan felt as if there was a frozen hell under his feet, and his stomach just fell straight into it.

He pulled up his sweatpants and hurried downstairs

After opening the door, Zach's eyes moved directly to his throat, staring at the teeth marks he left there yesterday.Tristan wanted to cover the mark with his hand, but the idea was stupid, so he held back.

It took a while for Zach to meet his eyes, and this short moment seemed like an eternity to Tristan.

Tristan wet his lips with his tongue, he didn't know what to say.Oh shit!He doesn't even know what happened yesterday.Technically, what happened yesterday wasn't sex, they didn't even kiss, Zach just spanked his ass and left a couple of horrible-looking hickeys on his neck.So, yes, technically, they didn't have sex.But from another perspective, it's worse than having sex.Tristan's memory is a little fuzzy, but he clearly remembers that Zach was still holding him tightly after the incident, which was not his imagination.Or was it really just a dream?Now, looking at Zach, he just finds it hard to believe that something like that happened yesterday.

Tristan stepped aside.

Zach walked in, his movements were a little stiff, and he was obviously uncomfortable. His body was tense, as if a tight string was about to break at any time.

Tristan closed the door and leaned his back against the door panel. He had a very strong sense of sight in this scene.

But what he didn't expect was that Zac also leaned against the door.Tristan thought he would try to distance himself from him, but now they were so close that their shoulders were touching.

Tristan bit his lip and hooked his thumb around the waistband of his sweatpants.Although he was wearing several layers of clothes, it was where the shoulders of the two men met.His skin still had an electrified feeling.God, this is too bullshit.

Finally, Zach broke the silence with a sigh. "I really don't want to repeat what you and I know clearly. But..."

"It's not right to do that," Tristan stared at the opposite wall.

"Correct."

The two were tense and did not speak for a long time.

"Look," Zach said. "I don't want to be the one who gets confused and abandons. I'm not that kind of person either."

"That kind of person?" Tristan smiled. "Who are you talking about? A man who is getting married in a few months, who advertises himself as straight, and says he doesn't like bullshit?"

"These are all true."

Tristan snorted. "Then you have a funny way of telling the truth. What are you doing here?"

"what?"

Tristan turned his head, his face was almost touching Zach's, startled by the close distance. "What are you doing at my house, Zach?" Tristan's voice was low and soft. "If what happened yesterday disgusts you like this, you should go straight to Jared and tell him you're resigning. No one can force you to stay, contract or not." Tristan tilted his head. "So what are you doing at my house?"

He studied Zack's profile carefully, while Zack stared straight ahead.There was a small muscle twitching in his jaw, unnoticeable, but Tristan could see it.

Tristan put his hand on Zac's arm and slid it down slowly, Zac's muscles stiffening with his touch.His body seemed to be under great pressure.Tristan himself wasn't much better, and flinched when he realized his fingers were shaking.trembling.Your uncle's.

"Don't touch me," Zach's voice tightened.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Tristan murmured, wrapping his fingers around Zach's wrist, and tightening his grip.That way, that tiny trembling goes unnoticed. "I think you hate this feeling. You want me, but you hate this desire. You hate it and think it's wrong, and it's wrong to like the same sex, and you think you can't love someone you don't even like. People have desires. You think you're not such a bad person, but you are, and that's the truth. Otherwise you wouldn't have come to me."

Zach looked at him. "I don't want you."

Tristan touched his neck. "Then what is this?"

Zach's eyes scanned the hickeys.His mouth was drawn into a line.

Tristan looked at him with a smile. "Ah, I see! Was it your evil twin again? Or was it—"

Zach kissed him hard on the lips.Tristan groaned and grabbed Zac by the hair and pulled him over.He opened his mouth urgently, perhaps a little too urgently.God, Zac's lips were hot and rough, and his stubble rubbed against Tristan's skin, causing shudders.He tasted resentment, anger, and raw desire in Zach's mouth.It was the deepest, wildest kiss he had ever experienced.Zach's kiss was a mix of hate and longing, his mouth searing Tristan's lips like a branding iron, churning his feelings into a hot, dizzying mass of desire and longing.He wanted—needed Zach to kiss him everywhere, suck his neck, his nipples, his cock, between his ass...

Zach seemed to read Tristan's mind, and he kissed all the way to his neck, sometimes biting lightly, sometimes sucking the skin there.Tristan gasped, his eyes rolled up in pleasure.He should probably stop Zac - he never liked people leaving marks on him - but he couldn't.He wants me, he wants me, he wants me...

Tristan's bald nails dug into the skin of the nape of Zach's neck, and he whispered, "You want me."

Zach's mouth froze, his shoulders stiffened, and he let Tristan go slowly.

They looked at each other, panting heavily.Zach's pupils dilated and seemed to darken.

"No," the voice didn't sound like his usual. "I don't want to." He turned his face away and grabbed the doorknob. "It's not like wanting to be alone."

Tristan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.At least, that's what deep breathing should do. "Then what are you doing?" Because in his opinion, that's what it takes to want someone.Desire seemed to set his body on fire, and he had never felt more alive than now.His desire was so strong, his body was shaking, his cock and balls were swollen and painful, he wanted to grab Zach and beg him to fuck himself hard again, but he fought back.The sting of rejection was vivid, and if he begged Zac one more time, he might as well be dead.

"It's weakness," Zach said irritably. "I don't want you, at least, I don't want you."

"Ah," Tristan tried to laugh off his words, but found it harder than usual. "You just want to fuck me."

"I didn't—" Zach shuts his mouth before finishing.He gritted his teeth and looked at Tristan angrily, as if it was all his fault.

Of course, it wasn't his fault.

Tristan straightened and backed away from Zack. "Don't worry, I get it: it's all my fault. Just like before, I'm the bad guy. You go, tell Jared you're quitting, go find your girlfriend." Choi Stan said as he walked upstairs, he felt Zach's gaze on his back.On the second floor, Tristan stopped and turned around with a big smile. "Goodbye. You have to be more restrained when you fuck her, and don't think about me all the time." He whistled cheerfully and continued to walk forward.

Tristan walked into his room, making sure Zach was out of sight before leaning heavily against the door.A tightness in his throat was unpleasant, and he didn't know how to get rid of it.

I don't want you, at least not as a person.

"I hate you," he whispered, "I hate you to death."

What made him so unlovable--so unlikable?When people look at him, don't they see even a little bit of favorability?Is he really that bad?Is he really unattractive?

Maybe he is.

Tristan blinked quickly as he walked to the bed and slumped down on it.He hugged the pillow tightly in his arms and closed his eyes.

"I don't care," he said aloud.Anyway, he didn't care about such things before.It's even less necessary now.

He's Tristan Duvall, he's a star player, and he's—was...

Everyone loved him anyway.Everyone loves him.

They all love him.