Just A Bit Wrong

Tristan was in the gym doing pre-workout stretches when the doorbell rang the next morning.

Before opening the door, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Tristan ran his fingers through the brown strands, messing up the already unkempt hair.He took a look at the "battle robe" on his body: a tight vest made his eyes blue and not green, and the white shorts on the lower body perfectly highlighted his long legs and round buttocks.

Tristan smiled darkly.very good.He wanted Zach's eyes to be glued to him, and he wanted Zach to know that he would never, never have himself.

The doorbell rang again.Someone is getting impatient.

Taking a final look in the mirror, Tristan walked over and opened the door.

Zach's eyes flicked to Tristan's hips and legs immediately.He pursed his lips, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and gave Tristan a cold look.

Tristan gave an innocent smile. "Good morning."

Zach didn't speak, his eyes didn't leave Tristan for a moment, as if to stare a hole in him.

Tristan licked his parched lips, then cleared his throat. "Okay, let me clarify a few things first: Yesterday was so stupid, so it won't happen again. Also, your kissing skills suck."

"My kissing skills are bad?" Zach asked back through gritted teeth, with "discomfort" written all over his face. "You didn't think so yesterday."

Tristan glared at him. "Then I'll tell you right now, I have a sensitive mouth. I like to hold things in my mouth, it's as simple as that."

Zach stared straight at him.

Tristan's face slowly turned red, and he quickly suppressed the heat.Every time Zach got close to him, his mouth wouldn't work, and he didn't know why.

But Tristan knew that aggressiveness was the best defense, so he put on a smile. "Just admit it, are you fantasizing about me sucking your cock with my mouth?"

Zach gritted his teeth.

"Don't bother denying it," Tristan shrugged. "I don't care. You can masturbate as much as you like. Anyway, this kind of thing will never happen, and you don't want to touch me again."

"Stop the bullshit," Zach said. "I'm your physical therapist, touching you is inevitable."

Tristan was embarrassed for a moment, and he was stupid again - Zach's presence often made him feel stupid - he gouged Zack with the eye knife, then turned and walked to the gym.Considering the injury in his groin, Tristan deliberately took his steps lightly.Although it no longer hindered his activities there, he was always on guard against re-injury—he was afraid that Zach would tell him to death.

"Don't swing your hips when you walk," Zach followed behind, his tone a little irritable.

"No one is forcing you to watch," Tristan said equally angrily.

Damn, it was Zach who hurt his pride, and Tristan tricked him into keeping him, and now it seems that this idea really sucks, and he should let Zach go.What could prove it by keeping him?Obviously, this... This incident was hanging over the heads of the two of them, making the atmosphere between them extremely heavy and tense.There was no way he could maintain a professional working relationship with Zach under these circumstances.God, Tristan's body has never been so horny, and he has to be on his toes so he doesn't ride on that guy's cock like a hungry wolf.

Tristan and Zach walked into the gym, staring at each other, neither willing to speak first.

Zach walked over to the mat. "Did you rehab yesterday?" His tone was cold and professional again. "Thigh adductor and hip flexor stretch?"

"Done," Tristan said.

"What about isometric adductor exercises?"

"Done."

"Did you apply ice after rehab?"

"Of course it does."

"Did you feel any pain?"

Tristan shook his head.

"Are your muscles sore now?"

"I said I can start training, and I mean training with live ammunition."

"It's up to me if you can train me," Zach said, leaning against the wall, arms folded. "Do some stretching first, let's get started."

Tristan rolled his eyes, and took the medicine ball. "I pulled it."

Although Zach stared at him as sharply as a hawk, Tristan just practiced quietly, trying not to pay attention to the guy in all black.It's just that he didn't look at Zach, but he could feel that heavy sight almost touching him like a hand.

When Tristan lay on his back and spread his legs apart, he could still feel Zach's gaze.When he bends his knees and puts his feet flat on the floor; when he squeezes a medicine ball between his knees and squeezes inward; Feel Zach's eyes linger on his lap.He was suddenly and acutely aware of just how small his shorts were.Even though Tristan was dressed like this to drive Zack crazy, he's now reaping the bitter fruit.Tristan's body suddenly became extremely sensitive, and he had the illusion that he was not wearing anything.

"Stop staring at me, please?" Tristan said, turning sideways, and began to stretch the adductor muscles of his thighs with anti-gravity exercises.

"I'm not watching you. I'm watching you. It's my job."

Tristan sneered, and he bent his upper leg and moved slowly in front of the lower one.Then, he lifted the lower leg vigorously, and then stopped.After a while he was a little out of breath. "I'm sure your job doesn't include rape of a patient's thigh."

Zach smiled. "Your imagination is rich enough to only see what you want to see."

Tristan lay flat on his back and looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

Zach came and knelt at Tristan's feet. "Now do eccentric adduction." He lowered his eyes, and Tristan couldn't read the look on his face. "Straighten your legs."

"Don't change the subject," Tristan said on his lips, but obeyed obediently on his lap. "Say whatever you want. What were you implying?"

Zach's hand wraps around his ankle. "Next I'm going to pull your legs out, you have to resist my pull, but not so hard that your legs can't move, understand?"

His thick fingers brushed Tristan's sensitive ankle.Tristan curled his toes. "Damn, answer my question!"

Zach began to pull Tristan's legs sideways, and Tristan took a sharp breath—though Zach's movements were gentle, he still felt as Tristan tried to slow Zac's stretch with resistance exercises. some discomfort.

"This sport is deeper than it was before," Zach continued, as if Tristan hadn't spoken at all. "Tomorrow, you'll probably feel some level of soreness."

Tristan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. "I'm asking you something."

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to."

"Want to know that's my business," Tristan was pushing back with what Zach had said, and he knew that Zach hated him for doing so.

Finally, Zach raised his eyes.Although the corners of his mouth were bent upwards, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. "Your trousers could be called a belt if they were shorter. I haven't seen someone who shows their flesh to seduce people, but it's the first time I've seen someone so naked like you."

Tristan tried his best to control the expression on his face, and he put on a smug smile. "I think you're the kind of whore who sees whore. I really don't want to break your fantasy, but I'm not interested in you at all. I didn't- seduce you or anything. If I did seduce You, you are now lying on your back and begging me to fuck you."

"Are you sure I'm the one lying on the ground face up?" Zach said in a low voice with a flash of a smile in his eyes. "Why do I remember otherwise?"

Ah, Tristan's desire to kill someone had never been stronger.

He raised his chin. "I just had a convulsion."

"I agree with that," Zach said. "After all, I'm straight."

Tristan raised his eyebrows high. "I didn't feel any part of you was "straight" yesterday."

"Like you said before, it's just a convulsion. I'm not interested in men"

"Really?" Tristan said with a grin. "Who was it that stuck his tongue down my throat yesterday? Your evil twin brother? Does your future wife know about it?"

Zach looked at him calmly. "I've already told you. Donna and I have an open relationship that will continue until we get married. As someone who insists that yesterday's incident was a mistake, you would rather put this It's on the lips."

Tristan racked his brains to figure out how to respond to him—what to say that would give him the upper hand in the argument, what to say that would get him out of this powerless situation.The sarcastic smirk on Zach's mouth made him burn with anger.Tristan wanted him, and after being humiliated by him yesterday, he couldn't deny his desire anymore.

But then again, why would he deny it?

"Honestly, I'm just a bit of a jerk," Tristan smiled at Zach: "Okay, now you can add the label "little bitch" to my super long list of black spots. I You happen to be there when the sperm is on the brain. Just being a dick doesn't make a difference to me back then."

Zach's hands tightened around Tristan's ankle.

Tristan tilted his head, looking at him innocently. "Why? You don't think you're special, do you? If I'm not injured, I'm sure someone sleeps with me every day." Tristan lied without stumbling. "But I understand your feelings: you must hope that I like you—anyone would want me to like him, after all, no one can resist my charm."

"I wouldn't use 'no one can resist your charm' to describe you." Zach gripped Tristan's ankle so hard that it almost made him feel pain.

"So, "cute"?" Tristan gave him a wink with a grin.It was so much fun to piss off Zack. "'Beautiful as a flower'? 'Just looking at it and wanting to fuck'?"

Zach stared at him enough to make anyone cringe. "It's 'I want to beat you when I see it'."

"Ah," Tristan's voice still sounded brisk and mocking, but he couldn't put it any longer. "Admit it: you just love spanking me. And you definitely want to do it again." He was joking with Zach, but he meant it a little bit more seriously.

But Zach's eyes became hot, Tristan's smile couldn't hold back, and his mouth suddenly became very dry.

Their eyes intertwined.

Get up, whispered a voice in the back of his head.leave here.

But Tristan couldn't move, he was pinned in place by Zach's gaze, he was entangled in the web of desire.

As time passed, his breathing became more and more difficult.Strangely, Tristan felt a little helpless, as if danger was imminent, and he had nowhere to hide.But it felt like a double-edged sword: He knew Zach must be struggling, too.

"Come here," Zach said.His voice was deep and his expression was dark.

Although Zach spoke very vaguely, Tristan knew what he meant, and he knew the common desire in their hearts.

Tristan walked over as if sleepwalking.He lay on Zach's lap, closed his eyes, and buried his face in the cushion. He felt Zach reach out and pull his shorts down. His movements were jerky and impatient, without a trace of patience.

He didn't wear underwear.Tristan could almost feel Zac's eyes caressing his round, naked ass.

They probably shouldn't.

But from another point of view, this is the safest way.This kind of behavior is not considered sex, but it is close to sex, and it can be used to vent his restlessness that has been accumulated for a long time.

His ass was slapped.

Panting came to his mouth, and Tristan swallowed it back.He felt the sting, and the residual heat of Zac's hips when his hands fell.It felt... strange: both humiliating and satisfying.There's only one reason for Tristan's current indulgence, and that's that he's crazy.

Zach caressed his buttocks, palms lingering on the smooth skin, where his fingers had made imprints.

Tristan wanted to move his hips so that he could get closer to Zac's palm, but he held back.It's not the same as sex.They are not making love. "Is that all you can do? What's the difference between that and a bee sting?"

"You little—" Zach slapped him hard on the buttocks, the stinging sensation made Tristan gasp, and the frequency of Zach's slaps became intensive, between the ups and downs of his hands , Tristan had no chance to interrupt at all, so he could only use his flushed cheeks to rub against the cushion under him.

This time, the ethereal warmth dulled Tristan's senses again, and he relaxed, breathing deeply with each blow.His skin began to tingle, and every slap made the pain sharper and more refreshing——

Suddenly, the beating stopped.Tristan snorted in disappointment.

"If you don't stop now, you won't even be able to sit tomorrow," Zach said gruffly.

Tristan pressed his hip against Zack's palm, and twisted.Keep playing.

"It's going to hurt," Zach muttered, touching Tristan's buttocks with a big hand.

Tristan twisted again, leaning into Zack's palm, wanting more, but he couldn't.

"It's so irresponsible to do this." Zach's tone sounded more like convincing himself.

"Just shut up and hit," Tristan whispered. "It hurts me."

The only response to him was silence.Time passed little by little.He felt Zach's eyes on him, and the tension between the two was rising steadily, but Tristan just didn't want to turn his head and look at Zach, just didn't want to end this maddening waiting.He wants to beg Zach to hit him harder, fuck him harder, anyway, just do something—

A hand dug into Tristan's hair, forcing him to turn his head.He looked at Zach and couldn't help taking a deep breath.Zach's gray eyes were staring at him, their burning, intense emotion making Tristan go hot.His world seemed to hold nothing but Zack's face.Zach's hand covers Tristan's throat, his movement is light but menacing.He felt the pulse in Tristan's neck with his thumb, then tightened his fingers lightly.

Tristan didn't move, his eyes were half down, just looking at Zach.

Zach's nostrils flared.He leaned forward in front of Tristan until their breaths mingled, their lips were so, so close... Tristan struggled, he arched his back, trying to touch kissing Zach's lips, but Zach sits up straight and mutters, "Fuck." Tristan snorts in disappointment.

Zach looked at him sullenly.

Suddenly, Tristan realized how helpless he looked: half naked, slumped in his therapist's lap, with no bargaining chips in his hand.He can't do anything.And Zach's hand was still on his throat.

Tristan looked into Zach's eyes, and he relaxed his body, exposing more of his throat to Zack.

Taking a sharp breath, Zach lunged forward, biting the sensitive skin of Tristan's neck with his teeth.They both groaned out at the same time, Tristan closed his eyes, Zach was almost gnawing his neck, his body went limp, his mind went blank, only the ultimate joy remained.What Zac left on him wasn't a kiss, or a hickey.Tristan felt the pain—it was painful, but the pain was tinged with pleasure, so good that he wanted to curl his toes, and Tristan found himself rubbing his erect cock against Zach's thigh.

"How can you be so happy?" His left buttocks were sucked hard, and the force made the air rush out of his lips.Then, once, and again.Zach was still sucking and gnawing at his neck, his heavy breathing the only sound Tristan could hear.

I don't know how long it has been.Pain, pleasure, Tristan's groans, Zack's panting and his biting became a blur.Tristan's eyes were wet, but he couldn't care less.His butt got slapped and slapped until his skin was hot.Tristan writhed, he wanted, he wanted more—

"Zach—" he exhaled, his mouth as dry as sandpaper.

Zach's lips pressed up against his neck, his stubble rubbed against Tristan's skin, he put his teeth around Tristan's earlobe, and smacked his ass hard with one hand between.Tristan whined, and came hard.The intense pleasure instantly overwhelmed him, he just wanted to melt into Zach's body, to fall into that warm, quiet mist.He made a short, desperate sound, but there was too much longing in it.Zach lay down next to Tristan, then pulled him to his side, and Tristan sighed comfortably.A warm hand covered the back of his neck, just like that, it made Tristan calm down, he let his consciousness go with the tide, he felt safe, calm, and warm on his body.Really, so warm.

He sank into a dreamland.