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He panted, stroking his slender fingers up and down his painful erection. His forehead was drenched with sweat and his eyes closed tightly. Images of his lover conjured up in his mind.

"Ahhh," Tristan moaned, pushing his index and middle fingers into his puckered entrance. A discarded bottle of peach scented lubricant rested on the damp blankets near his spread legs. His head lolled form side to side on the soft, sweat soaked pillow. "Nhn, Hayden..." He whispered his lover's name longingly.
He stroked his swollen manhood faster, desperate for release. His cries grew in volume. His back arched severely as milky white ejaculate splurged through the fissure of his wet, relieved sex.

Coming down from the excruciating high, his vision return after he temporarily blacked out at the strong force of his orgasm. Heavy ragged breathing filled the cum scented air until the phone rang violently. He let out and exasperated sigh, still trying to catch his breath. He whimpered and shifted his gaze back and forth a few times from the puddle of drying cum on his stomach and legs to the offending telephone.

Growling slightly, Tristan hoisted himself up from his tantalizing position on the disheveled bed and put the cold phone to his ear.
"H-hello?" he answered breathlessly.

"Hey baby," came Hayden’s deep baritone voice on the other end, "How are you?"
"Umh... Okay, I guess," He was still breathing hard, and Hayden heard him.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?"
"I'm playing," Tristan teased, smirking.
"With yourself?" Hayden chuckled.

"Yeah, sweetie. I'm very lonely," Tristan purred. "Wouldn't you like to join me?" He listened as a long, drawn out groan escaped Hayden’s lips.
"You know I do, baby." It was obvious that Hayden was struggling to fight off an erection.

"Come and play with me, honey... Hmm?" Tristan whispered softly into the receiver. Hayden’s breathing unintentionally increased at the quiet, yet seductive tone his sultry boyfriend took on.
"Oh God, baby. You're giving me a hard-on..." he breathed. Tristan giggled. It almost sounded feminine. "Why don't you come down to my office. I wanna show you something."

"Oh please, Hayden. I've already seen it, felt it, and tasted it. What more is there?" Tristan said, looking at the phone in amusement.
"Just come on. Please?"
After a few seconds of silence, Tristan sighed. "Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll be there in about 20 minutes, okay?"
"All right, babe. Bye."
"Bye."

"Can I help you?" The short, plump secretary eyed him skeptically.
"Umh, yes. I need to see Mr. Hayden Evers, please." Tristan gave a charming smile.
"Do you have an appointment, young man?" She rudely examined him over the brim of her golden framed eyeglasses.
"Umh... well... no, but I believe he's expecting me."

I'll check for you, but you'd better set up an appointment," she calmly stated, handing him blank identification and appointment forms.
"Oh, no thanks. Just check, please," he replied quickly, pushing the papers away with another forced smile. Pushing the yellow button on the intercom, the woman spoke, "Umm... Mr. Evers, there's a man here to see you... um... he hasn't any appointment."

"Who is it, Mildred?" Hayden barked harshly on the other end.
"Uhh... W-what's your name, son?" She stammered nervously over the words.
"Tristan," he said loud enough for Hayden to hear him.
"Oh, come in, baby," came to gentle reply.

Mildred glanced from Tristan to her boss' office door, mortified. Without speaking, Tristan made his way over to Hayden’s room and knocked on the barrier between himself and his lover.
"Just a minute," Hayden’s voice called, muffled.

"If you're busy, Hayden, I'll just wait at home for you." Just as Tristan finished speaking, the door slid open revealing Hayden and a bottle of wine on the opposite side.

"Get in here," he growled playfully, gripping Tristan's slim waist with his free hand and pulling him further into the room.
"What's all this?" Tristan asked, eyeing the smothered chicken, collard greens, creamed corn over white rice, and dinner rolls laid out carefully on a table in the middle of the room. The sofa and desk had been pushed into the far corner of the office with the two remaining wooden chairs at the table. The table cloth was swirled green and yellow to match the dark lighting expanding throughout the room.

"Anniversary," Hayden announced proudly, closing the door behind him. They'd been together two years... and Tristan forgot.
"Oh sweetie, I forgot," Tristan stated regretfully.
"You'll remember soon enough."
"What?" He squinted up at Hayden. "I'm sorry, but could you possibly turn on the lights, baby?" Hayden reached over behind his shoulder and turned on the white light, never breaking eye contact with Tristan. "Thanks." When Tristan tried to break away from him, Hayden clutched his hips tightly. "What?"
"I knew you'd do that," Hayden chuckled.
"Do what?"
"Screw up my vibe," he said referring to the lights Tristan made him change.
"Oh... sorry...I wanted to be able to see you."

"No biggie. C'mon, let's eat." Hayden led the smaller man over to the set table, pulled out Tristan's chair and let him sit. He pushed the chair back in and, placing a light kiss on Tristanl's bare shoulder, he trekked over to his CD player and played Enya's Memory of Trees.
"Who's that?" Tristan asked about the music after a few moments of silence.

"What, you don't like it?" Hayden questioned around a mouthful of rice.
"No, it sounds really pretty. You know, relaxing. Who is that?"
"Enya."
"I've heard of her..." Tristan mumbled bringing a forkful of meat up to his lips. "So... What is up with the secretary?"
"Oh, you mean Mildred?"
"Yeah."
"I just hired her a few months ago and she acts like she owns the goddamned place."
"What happened to Lily?"
"She quit."
"She quit? Why?"
"Said she wasn't gettin' paid enough."
"Oh."
Hayden stood and filled both their glasses with wine.
"I'm gonna make you my wife someday," Hayden said, nuzzling his cheek against Tristan's neck.
"How come I have to be the wife?"
"Cause you're more beautiful. But, until then, let's enjoy our life together and the happiness it brings." He raised his glass.
"Amen to that," Tristan mumbled, bringing his glass up to make light contact with Hayden’s. Hayden downed his drink in two gulps then turned to watch Tristan. "What?" he asked when his glass was also empty.

Hayden took the glass out of Tristan's hand, put them both down, and led him over to his couch. He sat down and pulled Tristan over by the waist to sit on his lap. Tristan turned sideways and silently leaned up to kiss Hayden’s wine scented lips. Without hesitation, Tristan pushed his own tongue into Hayden’s waiting mouth. Tristan smelled the sweet alcohol on his breath and thought he probably tasted the same. 

He climbed over Hayden, straddling him, without breaking the heated kiss. Only when Hayden turned his head did Tristan move down to kiss Hayden’s neck and collarbone. Running his tongue over the base of Hayden’s throat, Tristan felt his shirt being lifted. He obediently lifted his arms and the shirt was tossed away. 
Leaning back, Tristan watched as Hayden deftly undid his own dress shirt and tie to be tossed away with his own forgotten clothes. He looked at Hayden’s nipples and brought his tongue down to taste each one. He worked them up to a pleasant hardness then got up to retrieved any bottle of lubricant he could find. He started with the desk drawers. "Umh, Hayden? Where's the--" 

"Right here." He looked up to see Hayden wiggling a bottle of hand lotion back and forth with a naughty smirk on his face. When Tristan approached him, he stood, undid his trousers and boxers, and allowed them to fall. Before Tristan could climb back over him, he had to remove his own pants. He did so and sat over Hayden’s lap again. He pressed his lips hungrily to the older boy's and sometime during the kiss, Hayden maneuvered two lubricated finger's up Tristan's tight ass. A pained and muffled groan escaped Tristan's lips, but Hayden continued to work his fingers in and out of his body.

When Tristan thought he could take absolutely no more teasing, he gently pushed Hayden’s hand away and whispered against the blonde's lips, "I'm ready."
He cringed slightly when Hayden tightly gripped his waist and positioned him so that he squatted over his erect penis. "You guide it in, baby," Hayden whispered tenderly.

Gripping the firm shaft gently in one hand, his other bracing himself on Hayden’s shoulder, he impaled himself in one swift movement.
"Oh, shit!" Tristan moaned rather loudly. Hayden covered his mouth with his hand and pulled him close.

"You okay?" Tristan nodded weakly. "All right, baby. Just move your hips, ok?" Again he weakly nodded. Tristan rolled his hips twice before lifting them slowly. He flinched a little when he brought his hips down again. Tristan rested his head on Hayden’s hard chest, quietly moaning. By then, they'd established a slow thrusting rhythm. Hayden couldn't help pushing his own hips to meet Tristan's. He felt so warm, so good.

"Damnit, baby. You're so fucking tight," he breathed. Tristan answered him with a quiet moan. Hayden reached around and clutched both of Tristan's butt cheeks in his hands and frantically picked up the pace despite the anguished moan that emanated from Tristan. The brunette was squirming and writhing when Hayden hit his spot. Tristan’s arms were now laced around Hayden’s neck, his face buried in his shoulder. "Oh, fuck yeah, baby."

"Hayden?" Tristan whispered lowly. When Hayden didn't reply, he leaned his head back to look at him. His eyes were tightly shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Sweat layered his face and his cheeks were slightly red. "Hayden?" he whispered again, his eyes widening a bit.

"Am I hurting you?" Tristan shook his head and harshly grinded his bottom onto Hayden’s cock. "Damn," Hayden whimpered, unable to hold back his orgasm an longer. He forced his hard cock up Tristan's ass violently, nailing his prostate every time. He writhed all the more when he felt himself about ready to literally explode. Apparently, Hayden’s cock had the same notion.

"All right baby. I'm about to cum," Hayden whispered in Tristan's ear.

"Cum inside me, Hayden," Tristan pleaded. He could barely breathe as Hayden thrust at a furious pace before releasing his angry, hot cum into Tristan. Hayden was moving softly now and with one more harsh thrust, Tristan spilled his essence over his and Hayden’s stomachs. He slouched against Hayden’s chest and breathed deeply.

"You okay?" Hayden whispered, moving Tristan's tousled hair enough to look in his eyes.
"Yeah." He picked up his head and looked at Hayden. "I guess a game is better played with two, hunh?"

Hayden chuckled at his boyfriend's disheveled state and choice of words. He pulled Tristan's head down so their lips were an inch apart. "Oh, if you only knew, baby." He brought his smirking lips up to meet Tristan’s eager ones.