Just A Bit Wrong

In Tristan's life, this birthday has been considered a good one.Although the affair and another training session made his body ache, it was a particularly pleasant pain.His solution is to fill the bathtub with hot water, sprinkle with scented bath salts, and then take a long bath, and immediately revive with blood after soaking.

After emerging from the bathroom, Tristan was startled to see Zach sitting on his couch watching TV.

"I thought you were gone," he said.

Zach glanced at him. "I promised my sister to pick her up from get off work and then drive her to Oxford. Her work is nearby. If I have to be back within an hour of going home now, it will be too much trouble."

Tristan hesitantly took a few steps towards Zach.Right now, they're neither training nor having sex.At times like this, he never knew how to get along with Zach.This has always been a difficult relationship to find a balance, and Tristan has often felt confused recently, not understanding what Zac is to him.

He knew he wasn't the only one troubled by this problem.Zach is still the same boss when he's not having sex, and occasionally makes a sarcasm to hurt Tristan.But sometimes, he behaves in a way that makes Tristan feel very...not "Zack".Of course, he wasn't referring to Zach's performance after the affair.After finishing it, the two of them will probably lie down together contentedly, their minds muddied by lust.Zach's hands would run along Tristan's spine, he would stroke the back of his neck, brush his sweat-drenched hair.Anyway, people always do stupid things and say a few stupid things after sex.But what's wrong with Zach isn't limited to when the two of them have sex.

Zach stared at Tristan intently.He rarely looked at him that way, but when he did, Tristan always felt uncomfortable.He hates this feeling because he is addicted to it.Worse, he couldn't blame Zach for his erratic attitude: because sometimes, he desperately craved Zach's touch.Even without sex, he would still approach Zach uncontrollably.Then by the time he realizes what he's doing, he's going to hurt Zack with unnecessary nasty words.

Hold.Their relationship should have ended long ago.It's been a month and he's never had such a long friendship with anyone.Who is he lying to?Before Zach, he had never slept with the same person twice.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Zach didn't even look at him.He had his hands under his pillow like most men, looking casual, relaxed, manly.

Tristan bit his lip, he looked at the empty seat next to Zach, then made up his mind and walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Zach. "What are you looking at?"

""back to the Future"."

Tristan wrinkled his nose. "boring."

"Did I ask your opinion?"

Tristan raised his legs and leaned back, and his bare feet stepped on Zach's legs. "But it's just boring. Today is my birthday, and I want to watch something else." Tristan suppressed his snigger and put on a poker face.He knew he was like a spoiled two-year-old.But he didn't bother to change it, anyway, he knew Zach didn't care.Zach knew that Tristan was this kind of virtue, so Tristan was also happy to have fun in front of him.Around Zack, he can be as childish as he wants, as mean as he wants.He doesn't have to be a nice and nice guy.He can take off the disguise, take off all the labels.This feeling... is freedom, and freedom is a very special feeling, very good.

"You also have a TV at home," Zach said, staring intently at the screen.

Seeing that Zach ignored him, Tristan pouted a little unhappy, and pressed the sole of his foot against Zach's leg even harder.

Zach's eyes are still glued to the TV screen, but his hands grab Tristan's feet. "Don't wriggle there." Instead of letting go, he began rubbing the soles of Tristan's feet nonchalantly with his thumb.

Tristan struggled, and one couldn't help laughing.He has been ticklish since childhood.

Zach jerked his hand back.

Tristan's smile faded.He bit his lip and glanced at Zach out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm so bored," he said, banging his knuckles on the wooden arm of the sofa.

He knocked like this for a full 2 ​​minutes (yes, he was counting the time, what's the matter?).Zach sighed annoyed by him, "Be quiet." He took Tristan's hand, put it back on Tristan's lap, and pressed his own hand over it.

Tristan's eyes went from the hand that Zac was pressing down on him to Zac's arms that were wrapped around him.

Oh.

Zach's arms froze as if he had just realized he was pulling Tristan into his arms.

The two stalemate for a few seconds, and Zach obviously doesn't know how to jump out of the hole he dug.

Tristan smiled, turned his palms up, and interlocked Zach's fingers. "Oops," he whispered sarcastically, "my little heart, please be strong! Because I think I'm going to pass out!"

"Do you still have the heart?" Zac's arms relaxed, and there was a smile in his words.

"It's okay," Tristan said, squeezing Zach's fingers. "I know you can't help it."

Zach turned his head slowly. "What did you say?"

Tristan nodded. "It's really okay. I told you, no one can resist my charm."

Zach shook his head. "you really--"

"Smart? Clever? Hot and invincible?"

Zach looked at Tristan with a chuckle, as if he had heard a joke. "Do you fall in love with yourself when you look in the mirror?"

Tristan grinned and threw his head back into the couch, inches between his face and Zach's. "Are you saying I'm narcissistic?"

Zach gave him a strange look. "You basically have all the characteristics of a narcissist."

Tristan stared at him lazily. "Probably. But is there anyone in the world who isn't narcissistic? There are degrees. I remember Freud saying that."

Zach gave him an unintelligible look back.

He lifted the hand that wasn't shared with Tristan, and brushed his knuckles lightly over Tristan's cheek.

Tristan didn't know how to react, he froze.

"You're arrogant, you're arrogant, you're overconfident," Zach said. "But..." His gray eyes flicked across Tristan's face. "Sometimes, I think you are actually very inferior, and your dirty behavior is actually a means of self-defense."

Tristan's mouth opened and closed, but there was no answer.

Finally, he said, "Ah, you're mistaken." The retort was so weak that Tristan frowned when he realized it.

Zach lowered his eyes, looked at Tristan's angry lips, and kissed him lightly.

"Don't give me a bitter face," Zach said, licking Tristan's lips. "Put your tongue out."

Tristan complied.Somehow—his mouth responds to Zach's kiss, and his arms wrap around Zach's neck.

There was an alarm going off in Tristan's head, but he ignored it, sucking on Zach's tongue and letting out a small moan because it was so good.OMG, it was amazing.The feeling, the taste, the smell... Tristan's head was spinning and his temperature was rising.So hot.

The alarm sounded again.Tristan vaguely understood the reason: they actually kissed, and this kiss was not a foreplay of making love.Their relationship was originally unclear, but now it is developing in a more and more wrong direction.I still remember that afternoon, when Tristan confessed all the bad things about his biological father to Zach, and Zach responded with feathery kisses one after another, as ambiguous as the kiss on Tristan's lips now .

Tristan could feel the weirdness between them now too, and Zach broke off the kiss, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly behind Tristan's ear.His hands wrapped tightly around Tristan's crotch, the strength in stark contrast to his gentle touch.Tristan buried his fingers in Zac's hair and pulled him to his lips, silently asking for more kisses.So Zach complied with his wishes and kissed him firmly.

Then, Zach's cell phone rang.

The two of them ignored each other.

The phone rang relentlessly.

Zach let go of Tristan, who sighed and picked up the phone. "It's me," he said, clearing his throat. "I'm going, Sandra."

"I have to go." He stood up without even looking at Tristan. "Don't forget you have a medical exam tomorrow morning. Be ready by nine." He turned, then back, and bent down to touch Tristan's lips lightly. "Happy birthday, baby." Before Tristan could say anything, Zach left.

Tristan was lazily leaning on the sofa, his head still dizzy.He touched his swollen lips.

Ah fuck.