Just A Bit Wrong

He didn't come.Needless to say?He certainly won't come.

Shadows danced on the far wall, and Tristan stared raptly at the shadows' tracks as they slid by.The humiliation clung to his chest, making him breathless.What a humiliation.He had been a poor liar in deceiving himself.He knew exactly what the feeling in his chest was, and this self-deception was the source of his humiliation.

Tristan rolled over.He smashed the pillow and kicked the quilt away again.He's going to play tomorrow, his first comeback game in months.Tristan closed his eyes tightly, he had to forget about the stupid thing he did and go to sleep.But the reality was just as Tristan thought: when he had to sleep well, he really suffered from insomnia again.

He tossed and turned for a long time, but his body was still worn down by excessive thinking, and he finally fell asleep slowly.

Tristan dreamed about Zack.He burned a series of kisses to his neck, his stubble scratching his skin.Zach's kiss was soft, almost reverent.He kisses Tristan's neck all the way to his ear, where he bites lightly. "You should take that damned key back."

Tristan snapped his eyes open.He smelled Zach, and Zach's warm breath brushed against his ears.This is not a dream.

Tristan's body began to shake.He rolled over on his back, trying to see Zach's face, but all he could see was darkness.

The breathing of the two was fast and slow, and it became the only sound in this silent and dark room.Tristan's body was shaking.He wanted to reach out and touch Zach, thinking about it like crazy.

"Tristan." Zach sighed, his voice trembling.He landed heavily on Tristan.

Tristan snorted softly.Zach was on top of him, heavy, blending in perfectly, his body separating Tristan from the world, allowing his eyes to see only himself.If Tristan was honest, he'd admit that he misses being pinned down by Zack just as much as he misses having sex with Zack.Tristan was a little out of breath, Zach's body was too heavy, but this feeling was exactly what he wanted, he wrapped his legs around Zach's body without thinking.

Zach lowered his head and took a deep breath into the hollow of Tristan's neck. "You're naked," he said through gritted teeth. "Why the hell are you not wearing any clothes?"

"Then why are you still wearing clothes?" Tristan closed his eyes, and he whispered in Zack's ear, letting Zack suck bruises on his neck.

"I didn't come to you for this." Zach said and left another hickey.

Tristan turned a deaf ear to this, and pulled Zac's shirt off, running his hands along his broad back, "I want you, I want you in."

Zach took a heavy breath, "I didn't come to you for this," he tried to repeat what he had just said, but he didn't seem to believe even himself, "We have to talk."

Tristan didn't want to talk about it.He knew what Zach wanted to say, it was nothing more than that he was a shame, a stain, Zach and him could only be together secretly, because after that he would start a happy new life with his bride, these clichés Tristan didn't want to hear anymore up.If Zach really wanted to talk, he wouldn't wait until midnight.At this time, he came to the door only because he could no longer control himself.Tristan still has self-knowledge. In the matter of sex, he is a qualified sex buddy, but... in other things, he is just a second-rate.

"Come on," Tristan whispered coaxingly in Zach's ear, lifting his hips slightly and running his fingers through Zach's hair, "I know you want to do it. Let's do it again, you do it to me whatever."

Zach returned a low growl, he kissed Tristan, Tristan kissed back, their greed and despair all turned into groans.This is the body that Tristan thinks about day and night, this is the desire that haunts him, he misses it all, he misses Zack, he's going fucking crazy thinking about it.

"Your mouth should really be listed as a contraband." Zac panted roughly, sometimes biting Tristan's lower lip, and sometimes sucking on it twice.

Tristan doesn't respond to Zach because he's at a loss for words.His thoughts turned into a ball of cotton, his mouth and Zach's mouth occupied every corner of his sensory world, and he let himself indulge in Zach's kisses and touches.Zach's skin rubbed against his naked body, they were so close together that Tristan didn't even know when Zac took his clothes off.Zach kissed his chest little by little, as if tasting a delicacy.He bit Tristan's nipples, sucking, until he let out a groan, and then let go with a pop.Then he went all the way down and kissed Tristan's belly button.Tristan moaned and pushed Zach's head down, but Zach staggered away from his painfully hard penis and licked the skin between his thighs with the tip of his tongue.Then, he lifted Tristan's crotch and started licking his asshole.Tristan went limp, trembling, moaning, panting, pushing his body against the tip of Zach's tongue for more pleasure.Zach pressed his waist tightly, pushed his tongue deeper, and let out a low growl, the breath echoing through the soft intestinal walls.God!God!Tristan's mind went blank.Every time Zach stuck his tongue into his asshole, a shudder after another would rush through him.Tristan arched his back, his thighs were shaking.The turbulent pleasure pulsated in his veins and roared in his ears, making him unable to hear other sounds for a long time.He vaguely felt that Zac had lubricated and expanded him in a hurry, but his thoughts had already drifted to unknown places, leaving only his body eaten away by desire little by little.

Tristan whimpered his disapproval as Zack pulled his tongue and fingers back.He moved his crotch, his fingers pinching Zach's firm buttocks, and Zach's cock grazed his back hole, making him scream out at the sweet shudder. "Zach, hurry up."

"Okay, now—" Zach penetrated Tristan, running his strong hands up and down his thighs, keeping them wide open.Zach moved very slowly.His body was incredibly tense, even trembling slightly.Zach asked, "Are you okay?"

Tristan's eyes steamed as he stared at the dark ceiling. "It couldn't be better." As soon as the words came out, Tristan regretted it, and the words made him feel so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground, even though it was nothing compared to the hungry thoughts in his head Woolen cloth.

Zach's cock began to pump.Tristan closed his eyes and fell back into the pillow, his back arching high as Zack thrust and thrust faster and faster.Zach rested one hand on his side while the other ran up and down his leg.He fucked hard, the intensity of the action revealing that he wanted the sex as much as Tristan.Tristan was so fucked up that he couldn't complete the words, a string of vague words and curses popped out of his mouth one after another.

He tightened his arms around Zach, letting the tongues of lust sear his veins and lick his flesh, his orgasm approaching.Every time Zach thrusts, the pain increases.Zach's cock fit perfectly into his asshole, as if it was made for him.The idea is absurd, since a penis is not supposed to enter another man's body.But, for a few short minutes, Zach's penis was his, and Zach was his, and only his, all, everything, everything, everything—

Tristan came, his moans laced with pain, so loud that he startled himself.Waves of pleasure washed over his tense body, his nails digging into the skin of Zac's back.What Tristan was experiencing was an orgasm he had never experienced in his entire life.

Zach didn't want to stop, his thrusts became rougher and rougher, and the fingers holding Tristan's thigh tightened——

"Yeah, like that," Zach sounded completely out of control, "you're so good, you're so perfect, I just want to cum in you—" He trembled, followed by a subdued growl , he ejaculated.Zach's cunt was still pumping, Tristan's face contorted with ecstasy, his body was filled with Zach's seed, and the hot milky liquid spilled into the deepest part of his body.God, there was no way he could be saved.

Zach's kiss fell tenderly on Tristan's cheek, on every inch of his skin, but Tristan couldn't bear the tenderness anymore, he had reached the limit.

Tristan didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that he would choke up so much that he would not be able to speak a complete sentence.This day, he had a really bad time, he seemed... to have lost his fighting spirit.Weakness, pity, and hunger are eating back at his body with unprecedented force.

"Tristan?" Zach's voice was tinged with concern.Earlier that night, the image of Zach holding Tristan in his arms and soothing him in the same tone flashed past Tristan's eyes, and a sudden surge of hatred surged through his guts.Why would Zach do this?Why do you want to come here?Why kiss him like this?Like he really cared about Tristan; like Tristan really had a place in his heart; like he really, was someone Zach cherished in his heart.

"Get out," Tristan said roughly, "you should go."

After a brief silence.

Zach reached for the bedside light.

"Stop it." Tristan interrupted Zach viciously.He didn't want to see the light, and though his voice might make Zach suspicious, it was his face that would betray him in the end.Darkness is the perfect color for them at this moment, so Tristan doesn't want to see Zach, nor does he want Zach to see himself, until he sorts out his emotions.

"Get out." He whispered.

Zach's eyes fell on Tristan's face, he could feel it. "Get out? You mean—?"

"You know what I mean," Tristan replied.Get the hell out of my life.

silence.

Finally, Zach pulled his cock out and rolled off Tristan.

Tristan swallowed, his body, his spirit, everything in him seemed to be hollowed out.He pulled the sheet up to his chin and stared blankly into the darkness overhead.Tristan wanted to hurt Zac by throwing two nasty words, but he fought himself and said nothing.Zach knows him so well, he can see through Tristan's disguise at a glance, so although their lives will soon never have any intersection again, and they will probably never see each other again, if one day Zach remembers this After a month of love affairs, Tristan hoped that in his heart, he was not a "poor kid in unrequited love".

The "squeak" sound of clothes rubbing stopped, strangely enough, Tristan's chest began to be stuffy and breathless again.

The two remained silent until the silence in the room became unbearable any longer.

Tristan closed his eyes and whispered, "Go away." Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be begging you like a fool to abandon your fiancée and stay with me.

Although he didn't hear footsteps, he knew Zach had left.

He turned on the bedside lamp.The first thing that catches the eye is the key on the bedside table. The smooth metal glistens under the dim desk lamp.

Tristan clutched the key in his hand and threw it hard.On the other side of the room, something was broken.He suddenly remembered what Lydia had said to him long ago.I hope that one day you can fall in love with someone else, and that "other" had better use love to make you cry.

He laughed out loud, out of breath.He laughed and laughed until his body was laughed into an empty shell.