Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

T ristan didn't see Leo for the rest of the week because Leo was working, and he was surprised by how much he missed him. They texted, of course, and Tristan sent him dick pics just because he could, but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person. Still, sending Leo dick pics was fun, because Tristan got to watch those three little dots that told him Leo was typing appear and disappear for upwards of half an hour before he finally got a response, which was usually something like "Thank you" or "I'm in a meeting right now" and one memorable time, "Is this fanart of Shrek ? Because yours isn't green."

In the meantime, Tristan had uni, which kept him busy, and hanging out with Wei and Orlando at Pleasure Party, which kept him even busier, because there was nothing more time consuming than unloading a box of dildoes and giving every one of them a name and a backstory. Tristan didn't actually work at Pleasure Party, but he'd spent long enough hanging around there that he was an unofficial member of staff, like those middle-aged ladies who volunteered at the zoo. He was sort of a docent for dicks .

"Orlando, have you ever thought about being a Bad Boyfriend?" he asked on Friday afternoon as they restacked a shelf.

"I am a fucking incredible boyfriend," Orlando said, and puffed out his chest. "Look at me! I'm gorgeous!"

"There's more to being an incredible boyfriend than pecs," Wei said.

"I also have an amazing dick."

Tristan and Wei exchanged a glance, and both shrugged. Yeah, it was true. They'd both been there.

"Are you thinking of expanding the business?" Wei asked.

"Thinking of passing it on, more like," Tristan said. "I mean, it's a lot of fun, but I'm graduating at the end of the year, and I'd have to quit then, anyway."

"And you have a boyfriend now?"

"Yeah." Tristan smiled. "I have a boyfriend now." He really liked the way that sounded. "I'd like to take him out sometimes, but it's hard when most of my weekends are Bad Boyfriend dates."

"Aw, look at you. You've turned into a real boy." Wei almost hit him in the head with an anal hook. "Oops, sorry."

"I don't want your silly Bad Boyfriend business," Orlando said.

"Okay," Tristan said. "I'll have to find someone else who wants to earn up to eight hundred dollars a week. Tax free."

Orlando dropped a box of dildoes. "How much?"

"Some weeks it's a grand, if I squeeze in a lunch date and insult the grandparents."

Wei blinked up at him. "You do not make that much money!"

"Yeah, I do."

Wei put her hands on her hips. "I want in. For all the straight boys and lesbians. I want to be a Bad Girlfriend. "

"No, he asked me first!" Orlando bitched.

"There's no reason you can't both do it," Tristan said. "This could be a franchise opportunity."

"You can't franchise a cash-in-hand scam."

"It's not a scam! And it's…an example of grassroots economy. Supply and demand, meeting the market and all that. It's pretty much a community service."

Wei rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. But it's exactly my kind of bullshit, so I'm in."

Orlando nodded. "Me, too."

The bells on the shop's front door tinkled, and Newtown's most fabulous drag queen stepped inside.

"Miss O'Jenny!" Tristan exclaimed, rushing over to kiss her on the cheek. "Did I tell you I'm an honest man these days?"

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," Miss O'Jenny exclaimed. "What did the magistrate give you?"

"Me and Leo Fisher are together."

"Little Leo Fisher!" Miss O'Jenny clasped her hands to her latex bosom. "Aw! Jimmy always did say that boy needed some glitter in his life."

"Speaking of, you're looking very sparkly for this time of day."

She fluttered her exaggerated lashes at him. "Me and the girls are going on a harbour cruise, can you believe it?" She did a twirl, so he could see her blue and white dress, which was festooned with tiny gold anchors. "Hence the nautical theme." She waved at Wei and Orlando. "Hello, Wei! Hello, Orlando."

Her voice dropped to a lower octave on Orlando's name, and she practically purred.

Orlando flushed. "Hello, Miss O'Jenny."

"Uh-oh," Tristan said in an undertone. "You didn't! Not with Orlando ?"

"Oh, that boy's as thick as two bricks, but…" She fanned herself. "He's also as thick as two—well, have you seen his dick?"

"Well, yeah. So has most of Newtown."

"Oh, of course you have, you naughty thing! Stupendous, isn't it?" She fluttered her eyelashes in Orlando's direction. "Orlando, darling, fetch me a cool drink, would you?"

Orlando was off like a shot.

"You slut," Tristan said affectionately.

"Bitch, he's half my age with a dick that would stretch the limits of the Sydney Harbour Tunnel. I'm not made of stone." She pinched his cheek. "Anyway, I need tiny cocks to decorate the cocktails with on my cruise. And penis straws, of course. We intend to make the sailors blush."

Tristan went to the counter to grab what she needed.

"Wei, darling, how's all that bookkeeping going?"

"It's great!" Wei said enthusiastically. "We actually know what we're going to get paid now!"

"Wonderful! What's that face for, Tristan?"

"Ugh, accountancy. It's so boring." He leaned against the counter. "Also, I thought Leo was an accountant, but then he said he wasn't, and now I might have left it too long to ask what he actually does for a living."

"Why did you think he was an accountant?"

"Because he looks boring."

Miss O'Jenny snorted. "Not all accountants are boring, my love."

"Not the ones I know, anyway," Wei said.

Miss O'Jenny tottered up to the counter on her platform heels and inspected the packets of penis straws and tiny little cocktail cocks. "Perfect! And your Leo is an urban planning consultant. Jimmy told me."

"What is that?"

"Honey," Miss O'Jenny said, shoving the packets into her handbag, "I'm not fucking Google, all right?"

Orlando appeared from the back room with a can of lemonade. "Is this okay?"

Miss O'Jenny raised one perfect eyebrow. "Where's the vodka, darling?"

Orlando scrambled away again.

"God, he's got it bad," Tristan said.

"Not as badly as you have. You're quite besotted with your boy, aren't you?" Miss O'Jenny cast him a soft look.

"I wouldn't say besotted."

"Besotted," Wei agreed. "You can't remember your hookups' names to save yourself, but you haven't fucked up his name once."

Well, she had a point there.

"Enjoy it, Tristan," Miss O'Jenny said. "Not everyone gets a love story in their life. It's a privilege, darling. And if it puts you out of circulation, well, all the pretty boys will cry and weep for a weekend, but they'll find themselves another dick in a couple of days. If you've found someone who thinks you're special, you ought to hold on to them for as long as you can."

"Are you sure you haven't already had too much vodka?"

"Firstly, there is no such thing. And secondly…" She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, like a fairy queen bestowing a blessing. "Shut your whore mouth while I'm dispensing wisdom."

What was it with people calling him a whore this week? Still, he supposed that if the slutty shoe fitted…

Orlando came back with a glass of something clear and fizzy, complete with a penis straw, and Miss O'Jenny beamed at him. "Aren't you a good boy?" she cooed, and Orlando's face flushed. "Tell me, darling, what are you doing later?" she asked him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on her plastic penis.

"Um…" Orlando's cheeks went even pinker, and Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Me, darling. The correct answer is, you'll be doing me . Meet me after the cruise?"

Orlando nodded vigorously, and Miss O'Jenny beamed. She paid for her purchases and swept out the door in a flurry of kisses, leaving Orlando gazing after her, starry-eyed.

"Jesus, how good are you with that dick?" Tristan asked. "Wait. No, don't answer that, I already know. Still, congratulations. You've impressed Jenny, and that takes some doing."

Orlando shrugged, then went and snagged a bottle of lube and a box of the good condoms—extra-large—off the shelf. Tristan wondered if he should do the same. He had plans for the weekend, and they involved getting Leo's dick in his arse. Jenny might have called him ‘little Leo Fisher,' but he definitely wasn't. Tristan could only imagine how good it would feel to be stretched around that nice, thick cock.

It still caught him by surprise that suddenly he had no interest in sleeping with anyone but Leo. It was like a switch in his brain had been flicked, changing his settings from ‘all the dicks, please' to ‘just this one here.'

The weirdest thing was that Tristan actually liked feeling this way. It was strange and new, but in a good way. He'd spent a long time in the shower just this morning, thinking about Leo's dick and imagining what he'd like to do when he next got his hands on it .

Speaking of Leo's dick…

He pulled his phone out and sent off a text.

Dinner tonight?

His phone rang a second later, the screen flashing Landlord . He'd have to change that. He slipped out to the back room before answering. "Hello, gorgeous. Up for a date tonight?"

"I can't. It's Friday, and I have dinner with my parents." Leo didn't sound particularly thrilled about it.

"You could just tell them you got a better offer?" Tristan suggested. He was fairly certain he was the best thing on offer.

Leo sighed. "I really can't. Mum's pretty militant about the whole thing." He paused. "I wish I could, though. I'd sooner spend time with you."

Tristan got a warm glow in his chest at that. "How about Saturday?"

"Yes. Saturday," Leo said decisively. "I'd like to take you to Gio's."

Tristan winced. Gio's was one of the premier Italian restaurants in Sydney. Tristan had been there once, and it had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. "Um. We can't go to Gio's. I'm banned."

There was a moment's silence. "You're what? "

"Remember I told you I'm banned from four restaurants? Well, Gio's is one of them. It was a Bad Boyfriend date that went really, really well, from the client's point of view. Not so much as far as the restaurant was concerned."

Leo huffed out a laugh. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask what you did. We'll go somewhere else."

"Great. Definitely Italian, though. And afterwards, we can go back to mine, and you can fuck me through the mattress," Tristan said.

Leo made a sputtering sound like he'd just choked on something, and hissed, "Jesus, Tris, you can't just say that! I'm in the tea room, and there are people listening!"

"Sorry!" Tristan lied, grinning as he imagined Leo's cheeks all pink with embarrassment.

Leo drew a couple of deep breaths before saying in an undertone, "But yes. We're definitely doing that."

"Great! What could be better than a night of fettuccine and fucking? I'm buying extra lube right now."

"Of course you are." Leo laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Tristan ended the call, and after a second, pulled up his contacts list and quickly changed Leo's details to Sexy Boyfriend . As he typed the word Boyfriend , he could feel the same dumb smile spreading on his face that Orlando got when he was around Miss O'Jenny. Tristan didn't even care. It turned out being with the same person wasn't overrated at all, not if it was the right person—which Leo Fisher was.

It was a shame about tonight, but from the sounds of it, Leo's family were fairly inflexible about Friday dinner. It sounded like they were inflexible about a lot of things, actually. Tristan couldn't help but compare it to his own relationship with his parents, whom he saw frequently but irregularly. His dad's practice hours were set in stone, but his mum's schedule was unpredictable, what with the nature of her work, and Tristan's wasn't much better, which meant sometimes he'd go weeks without seeing them, and sometimes they'd see each other three times in a week. But he'd never once felt like spending time with them was an obligation.

He was just contemplating whether it was too soon to introduce Leo to his parents—probably, seeing as they'd only technically been on one date—when Wei stuck her head around the door. "Hey, are you off the phone yet? Only there's a new range of titanium barbells that are really nice. Want to come see? If you like them, I can let you have a set for free, seeing as the packaging's been ‘damaged'." She made air quotes, a pair of scissors still dangling from one hand.

"Ooh, I love free things!" Tristan was immediately interested. He hadn't missed the way Leo had fixated on his one pierced nipple the other night, so he could only imagine the effect it would have if Tristan surprised him with new jewellery for their date tomorrow. He got to his feet eagerly and followed Wei out into the store.

The fettuccine was good, but Tristan was certain the fucking was going to be even better.

They headed for the bedroom as soon as they got back to the house, not even bothering to say hello to Jack and Harry, who were cuddled up together in the living room watching a movie. When Tristan's shirt came off and Leo caught sight of his new titanium barbell, his eyes went wide and he shoved Tristan backwards onto the bed before straddling him with a gleam in his eye. "Is this for me?"

Tristan nodded, grinning. Leo started to tease and tug at his nipples and lave at them with broad swipes of his tongue. Tristan squirmed and panted and wondered where the hell Leo had learned to use his mouth like that. While he was still pondering it, Leo flipped Tristan over, fingered him open, and fucked into him like his life depended on it.

This was a side of Leo that Tristan hadn't seen before—demanding and desperate—and he was here for it.

" Fuuuck." Tristan groaned into the pillow. The hands at his hips tightened as Leo drove forward into him again, and it was just as good as Tristan had imagined—better, if that were even possible. Leo nailed his prostate with every stroke, as steady and relentless as a metronome, until Tristan's balls drew up tight and he was clawing at the sheets in desperation. "Leo, please!"

Leo laughed a little breathlessly and tugged Tristan's hips up to change the angle, which meant he hit every nerve ending when he pushed inside in one long, smooth stroke. Tristan's insides lit up like a pinball machine, and that was all it took. He let out a high-pitched whine, his balls throbbing, cock pulsing and arse clenching as he spilled onto the sheets.

Leo dragged Tristan back onto his cock, his hips stuttering forward once, twice, before he stilled and shot his own load. He collapsed against Tristan's back, breathing heavily, and Tristan slumped down against the mattress. Leo swept Tristan's long hair to one side so he could press soft kisses to his nape. Tristan shuddered at the touch, everything incredibly sensitive—which wasn't surprising, with the way Leo had just fucked an orgasm right out of him.

Tristan's entire body relaxed and he melted into the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so well-fucked. Leo hummed, his body a pleasant weight as Tristan floated along in his sex-induced high. "Good?" he murmured in Tristan's ear.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Tristan mumbled into his pillow. "As soon as I can feel my legs, we're doing it again."

"Fuck, yes. That was amazing." Leo kissed Tristan's neck one more time before pulling out and rolling to the side. Tristan would have liked to stay sprawled where he was, except when he moved he could feel the sticky wetness where he'd come on the sheets. He knew from experience that if he didn't clean up, he'd regret it later. He sighed and hauled himself upright and out of bed. Leo made a sad little noise. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to clean up." Tristan grabbed his kimono and wrapped it around himself. Harry had asked him to stop wandering the house naked, and Tristan was doing his best. He liked to think it counted as personal growth.

He wandered into the bathroom to clean the jizz off himself. When he got back to the bedroom Leo was still lying starfished across the bed, blinking up at him and wearing a lazy grin.

Seeing Leo spread out like that, all fresh-fucked and rumpled, Tristan was struck by a wave of affection that was closely followed by an overwhelming urge to wrap Leo up in a soft blanket and take care of him, which Tristan could honestly say was a first. He racked his sex-addled brain for some way to show this new, caring side of him. "Did you want a glass of water or some juice or something?" Leo shook his head, eyes drifting closed. "What about, I don't know, some toast?"

Leo opened his eyes and scrunched his brow in confusion. "Why the hell would I want toast?"

"Well, I don't know!" Tristan said. "I haven't done this bit before. Maybe toast is the gold standard in post-sex snacks. Although now I say it out loud, it was probably a long shot."

Leo propped himself up on one elbow and huffed out a laugh, but it wasn't mean. "Honestly? It's super sweet of you to ask, but I don't need juice, or a snack or toast. What I really want is for you to come back to bed so we can go to sleep"—he hesitated, his cheeks staining pink, and added in a low voice—"then later maybe I could, um, blow you?"

"Hell, yes." Tristan nodded like a bobble head, and Leo laughed in something like relief, scooching over and patting the mattress in invitation. He was adorable, shy and awkward and hot as fuck all at once, and Tristan found himself thinking how lucky he was.

He dropped his kimono on the floor and slid under the covers, snuggling up behind Leo and wrapping an arm around his waist. Leo nestled back against him, and Tristan pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade while he silently congratulated himself.

He was nailing this boyfriend business.