Just A Bit Wrong

The next day, Zach was back to his old self, bossy and aloof.The corners of his mouth were still slanted up as usual, and the look of being so angry that he was about to explode yesterday has disappeared.This man is really hard to see through, but Tristan likes to study this kind of people.

After stretching under Zach's supervision, Tristan told him, "I want a full-body massage. I'm so sore after days of rehab."

Zach nodded and took out the massage oil from his bag. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the massage table."

Tristan took off his T-shirt, then shrugged off his shorts and panties, and lay naked on the massage table.The desk was new, along with a new bed upstairs and an assortment of "healthy" foods in the fridge.Zack had turned his life upside down in such a short amount of time, and Tristan was getting sick of it.

Zach draped a towel over Tristan's crotch.This move was a bit unexpected for him.Unless a player specifically asks for it, the club's physios don't care if their bottoms look decent - and they don't necessarily have that.After all, after playing a long and intense game, everyone is sore, who cares about decency?As a professional player, Tristan was already used to massage, and Zach obviously knew about it, so Tristan himself didn't care about being naked, let alone him.

Is Zach disturbed by his nudity?

The thought excited Tristan.He's pretty sure Zach's straight—fuck, he's getting married after all, but...

Everything is afraid of "but".

Zach started massaging his neck, and Tristan closed his eyes.

His strong fingers were dipped in massage oil, rubbing Tristan's stiff muscles.His mind went back to his towel-covered ass. "Do you find me attractive?"

The hands rested on his shoulder blades. "What is the problem?"

"A simple question," Tristan answered, eyes still closed.

"You're charming, and you know it." Zach sounded annoyed. "I should have answered that question yesterday."

"I'm not asking for your professional opinion, and you don't have to give me an objective answer. I'm just asking do you find me attractive? Whether one person finds another attractive is a subjective question."

Zach didn't speak for a long time.

"I'm straight," Zach said, as if that would answer Tristan's question.Tristan wants to say that's the wrong answer, but Zach laughs and says, "If I were gay, I wouldn't find you attractive. Gays don't like feminine men."

"Feminine?" Tristan suddenly became angry, and he said angrily: "There is not a single part of me that is feminine! Which of your dog eyes saw my body is feminine?"

Zach actually dared to laugh: "I'm talking about your face. You are too beautiful by male standards, your face is like a doll, and such eyes and lips should not grow on men face."

"Oh, is it? It seems that you are quite fond of my eyes and mouth."

This time Zach still didn't take the bait, he replied calmly: "Your appearance will attract the attention of others, and my job requires me to pay attention to details. Your body is my job, so I study it and improve it. It. I'm not going to ignore it or pay too much attention to it."

Tristan pursed his lips in displeasure.

Zach's hands moved to his lower back and began to knead.oh.Could it be that he has become accustomed to Zach's hands?The hands don't feel rough on them anymore, they feel... feel good.Powerful, skillful, slightly rough... anyway, it's perfect.

Zach removes the towel, puts his hand on Tristan's hip and starts to press on his hip, Tristan opens his eyes, his body tenses.

Tristan stared straight at the wall.It's just a massage.It's really just a massage.Zach's touch was the same as ever, professional and impersonal.Ron and Gary, the team's physical therapists, often gave Tristan a body massage after long games, and Zach's massage was no different from theirs.

It stands to reason that there should be no difference.

Tristan closed his eyes again.He swallowed back a groan forcefully.He wasn't lying yesterday: his skin is really, really sensitive, especially on his lower body.But during a massage, he can generally resist not having an erection.But now he couldn't help it.Tristan was irritated and puzzled because he didn't know how to deal with the reaction.

Finally, Zach moved his hands lower down, but it didn't help.The big palm kept pressing and kneading Tristan's thigh, which made him more aroused.His cock was fully erect, and his whole body was numb, and his nipples were tight and painful.Tristan suppressed another groan, he was completely stupid, after all, those official sports massages in the past had never made his blood so excited.

The reason is really simple, Tristan hasn't been fucked by a thick long cock in a long time, so just a fuck - a quiet one - and he won't be so ridiculous for a simple massage Not to mention that he really hates the person who gave him the massage.

"Turn over and lie flat," Zach said.

After thinking things through, dating was also on the agenda, Tristan was completely relaxed, and he turned over and lay down.It's no big deal for Zach to see his erection, he can still stare at Zach.

So, they just stared at each other.

Zach snorted and started massaging Tristan's shoulders. "It's just a physical reaction to touch. This kind of thing is very common, so don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed," Tristan said.Being embarrassed means that there is something to be ashamed of, and he doesn't think there is anything to be embarrassed about!

"Then why are you blushing?"

great.He blushed?He never blush, okay?

"I just fancied what it's like to have your cock inside me."

Zach looked up sharply, his hands froze.If Tristan hadn't been so ashamed that he wanted to cut off his tongue, he would have found Zach's expression particularly funny.Damn, how could he say such a sentence?

Time passed by, and the two remained silent.

Tristan twitched the corner of his mouth, forcing a laugh out of his throat. "Haha! You have no sense of humor at all."

"It's your weird sense of humor," Zach replied after a long time.Ignoring Tristan's hard-on cock, he continued with his work.After quickly pressing the remaining parts, he walked away from the massage table. "Tomorrow we might add a few more sets," he said, turning his back on Tristan, washing his hands, "maybe add a gentle static ball-clip drill..."

"Can I have sex?"

Zach paused, then turned around. "Absolutely not," he said, folding his arms. "Sexual activity is absolutely forbidden."

"You're so old-fashioned," Tristan muttered, reaching for his clothes.

"If you want to recover as quickly as possible, there must be no sex at all."

"You tell my second child that."

"Your right hand is fine," Zach said. "Roll yourself."

Tristan threw the wet towel over his head.

Zach ducked. "It's a miracle you scored," the corners of his mouth curled up. "The accuracy is too bad."

Tristan grabbed the massage oil.

This time, he hit the heart.

***

"I may be seriously injured by you."

Tristan rolled his eyes and pressed the ice pack on Zach's right eye. "You still have the nerve to call me a playwright."

Zach glared at him hard with his left eye.He didn't seem to think it was funny at all. "Tristan, this bottle weighs half a pound," he said through gritted teeth. "You just threw it in my face."

Note ①: 227 grams.

"It's not my fault you're slow to react," Tristan said, grinning admirably, pressing hard on his rapidly swollen eye with an ice cube.

Zach looked at him viciously with his left eye. "I also want to take wedding photos."

"Then you should thank me, now you don't have to go."

"How do I explain it to her?"

"Who?"

"Donna."

"Donna?" Tristan played dumb.

"My fiancée," Zach said slowly, "the woman I'm going to marry."

"Ah." Tristan moved closer to press the ice pack onto Zach's cheekbones.This position is not very comfortable.He felt, no, felt strongly that he was straddling Zach with his legs wide open. "I guess you could tell her the truth. Tell her what an idiot you are, so you totally deserve it."

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not that I think so, it's the truth." Tristan sat heavily on Zach's lap, and the straddle was already up anyway, so there was no need to be reserved anymore.Zach raised an eyebrow at him, and Tristan looked at him uncomfortably. "I can play doctor-patient games with you, but I can't make my injury worse, right? I shouldn't even do this pose." He grinned. "After all, your right hand is very useful."

Zach laughed too. "So vengeful. But it's your fault that my eyes are made like this, so you have to ice me."

"You asked for it," Tristan said.He dug his fingers into Zac's thick hair and pulled hard, forcing his face to turn sideways.Zach swears and Tristan snaps back, but the conversation sounds like miles away to an absent-minded Tristan, stupid and unimportant.Tristan's heart was pounding, his skin was burning hot, Zach's strong thighs lay beneath him, and he couldn't concentrate.There is really no way.

It's so terrible.

Tristan had always been honest with himself.He knows what's going on now.Of course he knew, even if he wasn't a genius.He was sitting on Zack's lap, their bodies so close, all Tristan could think about was what Zack's penis looked like, if it was as thick and big as his hands - if it was contained. How does it feel when you put it in your mouth?

God.Tristan wouldn't be living like this if he didn't hate Zack so much; In his own anger, he may have obeyed his desire to have a big fight with Zach.After all, he has always been such a person, if he wants something or someone, he will just reach out for it.Tristan knows that he is quite attractive, and his attractiveness value is high enough to make straight men sway about his sexual orientation.But this guy was Zack Stupid Hardaway, and there was no way Tristan was going to take the initiative on him.Tristan could easily imagine Zach's disgusted face with his nostrils upturned: once Zach knew about his dark thoughts, such as his mouth being filled with Zach's big cock-ah, Just thinking about it made Tristan feel so ashamed.If he really fell to that point, he would be too pitiful.

But then again, it wasn't Zach he wanted, his cravings came from his stupid body, and a session with his own personal trainer seemed like a good idea.

He just needs a shot, and all these stupid thoughts will disappear after the shot is over.

"I've had enough of the doctor game," Tristan said curtly.He tossed the ice pack aside and slid it off Zach's lap as naturally as possible.He avoided Zach's eyes and walked towards the door. "What do you always come to my house for recently? Get out of here."

Zach whispered something and followed Tristan out of the gym, but his voice was too low for Tristan to hear.

Tristan didn't look back, but he could feel Zach right behind him—he could feel every inch of Zach.Zach's eyes must be on level with his hips.Is he staring at his ass?

Tristan flinched, sickened by the thought.It is said that animals without thoughts are driven by instinct, but humans have evolved for millions of years, and they are not much more advanced than animals.He doesn't like Zack at all, the man who has now replaced his brother as the last person he can stand, but that doesn't change the fact that he wants to turn around, push Zack against the wall, and Climb up on him like you climb a tree.

Tristan gritted his teeth.Tonight, he's going out to have a good shot, and he'll go to hell with his injuries.