Tristan froze and lifted his head, meeting Damon’s gaze. His lips parted on a gasp when he saw the heat and hunger in Damon’s eyes. They mirrored ...the need coursing through Tristan.“Oh, God.” The whispered words tore from his throat.“Fuck this.” Damon growled and grabbed Tristan’s head , dipped his head and took Tristan’s lips in a sizzling kiss. Tristan curled his fingers in the front of Damon’s t-shirt and held on. Molten lava spread through him, nice and slow, matching the rhythm Damon set as. ”Fuck, how I missed this. The last sexual partner who didn’t treat me like I was the platypus to his pervert zoophile, apart from Bane, was that one slightly drunk dude in high school. All the others between then and now had, in some way, shape or form, always been a little afraid of me. Or confused about being in that state of undress with me. Or slightly repulsed by me (yet not enough to walk away). Or unsure exactly what do to with me. Or all of the above.None of them would have touched me. When he does the memory of what happened the last time he was in a school corridor that was this empty returns to him. He stops, gulps, then hobbles on a few seconds later. The teachers move in behind him, then around him to go off down the hallway on their way to classes. The students flow around him while they do the same. He gets a distinct impression this was all set up to allow him to confront the fear of the empty corridor while knowing he has a lot of support right behind him. He wonders. LEAVE HER ALONE YOU PRICK he shouts at them but Jacks hand just swings back and punches him in the face Please…I will do what you want just please dont hurt him I cry looking over my shoulder at Tommy who doesnt seem to care about what his partner is doing and just continues to paw at my breast and kiss his way over my shoulders and upper back Prove it he stops long enough to say take your top off he continues, moving away from me. My shaking hands cross over my waist as I grip the hem of my.