Roth was slowly spinning a highball glass while lost in thought as several voices entered his ears, his eyes fixed on the glass. He had way too many glasses in him to distinguish between the voices. The voices of people talking, arguing over sports, complaining about work or spouses, their laughter, the clink of ice in a highball drink as it was stirred, the murmur of low voices from people on a nearby table who don't want to be overheard, barstools being dragged, loud noises of a game or fight on the TV, music from a radio, the glug of beer in a bottle, dollar bills rustling, the thump of a bottles and glasses on the bar, the squeak of door hinges opening and closing, rattling air in the tubes when a keg went dry, the whir of a blender, and people’s roar of excitement or dismay at the sporting event on the TV all seemed to blur into one buzz. When Roth had arrived at the bar, he had not thought it through. What he had forgotten was that it was his first time being in public alone a
But Roth never picked up. Eleanor had been in the mansion since, trying out Roth’s phone every 15 minutes, with it going to voicemail every time. She had been more worried than frustrated. Now what Tristan had said seemed true, despite Roth having denied it. Until she went on instagram randomly and a video in which Roth was tagged in came on her feed, then another, and then another, and then several after that. His recent scandal had earned Roth more popularity than what he already had. Now Eleanor was only frustrated. x - x - xTristan’s answer did not seem to satisfy Oliver, and Tristan could tell that. There was doubt clearly written over Oliver’s face and Tristan knew just the way to wipe that off. He walked up to Oliver, his unbuttoned shirt hanging on his arms, revealing his chiseled abs underneath, and put both hands around his arms. As he looked into Oliver’s eyes with a soft gaze, he could tell that Oliver’s heart had lurched.A lump appeared and disappeared in Oliver’s
Oliver flashed Tristan’s phone before his face, unlocking the phone with his face ID. The phone opened up to Tristan’s instagram. Oliver chuckled and was about to exit the app but then he noticed that it was the search page of instagram, and in the search bar was the one name that Oliver dreaded the most: Roth Dimitri. There were several videos of a dimly lit bar in the results, in which Roth would probably have been tagged. Oliver’s expression grew grim. Tristan was not even stalking Roth, he was stalking every hashtag and every post which Roth was tagged in. Tristan must have searched him up when Oliver was in the bathroom after they had returned from their stroll, because he had not seen him on his phone after that. And the instagram feed must have refreshed by itself showing the newer results. Oliver could not make out what was in those videos because the lightning in the bar was very poor, but he could tell that it was a bar that Roth was in. ******Maybe Tristan had accident
He started straddling Oliver. He took both hands and helped himself fully to his ass, rubbing up and down in deep massaging circles. He smiled when he heard a moan of approval from Oliver. Oliver, in that moment, decided to let the search thing go for the better of their relationship. He would let Tristan get over Roth at his own pace, at least Tristan was not cheating on him. Oliver was getting a very strong boner as Tristan continued his massage of his backside. Oliver’s back was a treat under his fingers. He kind of shuffled on his side briefly and Tristan grinned when he realized he was doing the erection adjustment. As Tristan massaged him, he could see him wriggle a little against the mattress. Tristan stopped for a moment and he took notice, “What, babe?” Tristan looked dazed, as his fingers slowly left Oliver’s body, and he appeared deep in thought, while Oliver looked at him expectantly. Then Tristan shook his head lightly, and dryly smiled, before starting pattering his
“But you didn’t pay attention, because that’s what you do. You don’t appreciate people and things that are there. You only want them when they are gone,” Her lips were pursed in a thin line. He didn’t focus on her tone as he smiled somberly, “No, when I lose something I replace it with something better.”“Then why haven’t you replaced Tristan yet?” She asked in a cold voice. This time Roth turned at her in bewilderment as he felt the chills in her voice, “Something better for him perhaps does not exist. He was many things in one, I have to collect as many things to replace him.” It was only after he had uttered these words that he became aware of his wrong selection of words. Inwardly condemning himself, he tried to make it right by turning to her and holding her hands, “I have you now, Eleanor. You are more important than everything I have lost. The movie just reminded me of Tristan, but I don’t think of him.” He knew it had not worked as he saw tears pooling up in her eyes. Grea
Oliver had one more secret, but this other one he planned to tell Tristan soon, in fact as soon as that very night. His birthday was the next day, and for his own birthday, he had planned a surprise for both of them, because he was doubtful if Tristan even knew his birthday. Although he knew Tristan’s. But Oliver didn’t know that the universe had planned a surprise for him too, a surprise that he would not like very much. As Oliver entered the house that night, he was excited, and that excitement could be seen in every gesture of his as he skipped through the living room and into the bedroom, when he saw Tristan sprawled on the bed. Maybe he had fallen asleep waiting for Oliver. Careful not to wake Tristan up, Oliver placed his watch and phone on the nightstand. Since he had taken on to the red and white corporate building project, his life had been consumed by it. But after he would be done designing the project, it would not take up so much of his personal life, or at least that
Since Roth had not pre planned the call, or even expected it to be received, he was taken by surprise and suddenly found himself at a loss of words. What do you even say to a person who was once your best friend, but secretly had feelings for you, who then raped you and you hated him until he left your house, and whom now you just can not stop missing and don’t even know why you are missing him? x - x - xOliver had picked up the call without checking the caller ID. There had been silence on the other end for several minutes as Oliver held his own phone in the other hand, scrolling through his playlist searching for the perfect music for the occasion. When Oliver realized after a while that Tristan’s phone was still clutched between his ear and shoulder and there had been no sound of it despite that the call had been connected for minutes, he pulled the phone away from his ear. He checked the caller ID in confusion, but it was an unknown number. He pressed the phone back to his ea
Oliver waited for Tristan’s ex to say something in response, but he was more stubborn than Tristan’s story had described him. So Oliver pulled the phone away from his ear, and after contemplating the phone for a while, pressed the red button. He took some breaths to compose himself. He could not help but wonder if Tristan had given this guy the green flag to call him late at night? He narrowed his eyes at the number before him in the recently received calls on Tristan’s phone, suddenly realizing what he had done. Whomever had been calling Tristan at 2 AM, it was not Oliver’s business to talk to them. And even if it was to save Tristan’s sleep from being disturbed, Oliver had no right to talk to them on Tristan’s behalf. It was for Tristan’s own good, I am just looking out for him, Oliver comforted himself with the explanation. But he was well aware of how meek it was, as he stared at the screen. Tristan could never know that he had talked to Roth that night. Oliver had planned a