Chapter One-Hundred Seventy-Four: Moving On

Chapter 174

Moving On

That afternoon, Celeste stood in front of two cedar chests with Noah and Trevor. She wore an off-shoulder black shirt, a jean skirt, and leather mules.

Noah: “Thank you for not destroying my stuff, Madame.”

Celeste: “You did nothing to hurt me. I guess Jaxon came sometime and got most of his crap.”

She said as she stared at the house she had left in shambles. Noah drew parted air through his lips.

Trevor: “Is this about when Deimos and Jaxon fucked? Ivy had me record it.”

Celeste turned to him.

Celeste: “Ivy can kiss my ass. She’s not getting Tristan.”

She huffed.

Trevor: “I know ‘cause Percy took the camcorder from me.”

Celeste: “She’s not getting him anyway. He’s done with that bitch.”

Noah: “Madame, Percy wishes to know where Jaxon will be staying.”

He asked her.

Celeste: “Fuck me, I don’t know. With Deimos? In Hell? I don’t care either. Percy is this genius crime lord, so he can use his resources to figure shit out. I’m not doing anything for him.”

She said bitterly. Noah scrutinized her for a moment and nodded.

Noah: “I see. Well, Madame, take care of yourself.”

He said to her as Trevor teleported him and his chests away.

Celeste glared at the mailbox with hatred. She pulled it out of the ground and fired it across the street, and it embedded in Jaclyn’s car.

Fabien: “Nice throw.”

Fabien stepped out dressed in a “Fuck War” t-shirt, a green plaid shirt over it, jeans, and flip-flops.

Celeste: “Fab!”

She ran to him and threw her arms around him.

Celeste: “Room for one more, Fab?”

Fabien hugged her back.

Fabien: “Always.”

He said softly and caressed her hair.

~

Tristan lay on the backyard patio. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, jeans, and boater shoes. He was reading and smoking with dark circles under his eyes. Oliver lay on his stomach.

Tristan: “Life goes on, doesn’t it, Ollie?”

He muttered. He raised his head to see Jordi squatting and smirking at him. Tristan jumped from the lounge and yelped, spooking Oliver. Jordi wore a black button-down shirt, jeans, and black loafers.

Jordi: “Hola!”

He smiled. Oliver ran through the glass window, and Tristan clasped his hand over his chest.

Tristan: “You startled me.”

Jordi: “Sorry.”

Tristan waved his hand.

Tristan: “No worries. Glad to see you.”

Jordi sat by him.

Jordi: “So, uh, Celeste’s and Jaxon’s house has been demolished, and I’m going to guess a wrecking ball didn’t do it, unless that wrecking ball is Celeste.”

Tristan laughed bitterly and nodded.

Tristan: “Just as well.”

Jordi: “How do you feel about Jaxon?”

Tristan heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “Mixed feelings. I’m furious he partook in betraying me after I sank in so much shit he caused to salvage his reputation, which he destroyed. Still, Deimos also took advantage of him when he was vulnerable, so I’m honestly divided.”

He said sincerely.

Tristan: “I could kill Deimos, but I think I can reach a point where I can be civil with Jaxon. Let’s face it: we need a healer, and Deimos’ lackluster skills aren’t going to cut it.”

He said scathingly.

Tristan: “Deimos is the epitome of a bottom-feeding dweller and a failure. He was nothing without me, and he’ll be less now.”

He rasped.

Jordi: “Yeah, I always thought he was abusive to you.”

Tristan laughed bitterly.

Tristan: “Well, you were right. It’s not every day your so-called ‘loving’ boyfriend leaves you stranded at a park because of some ornery bitch, but this is Deimos.”

He said acidly with a bitter smile.

Tristan: “And if he chooses to pursue a relationship with Jaxon, well, history will repeat itself because Deimos is an insecure asshat like his demented brother. The only way a relationship would work is if Deimos found someone like Ashley. No offense to Ashley, but their taste in men is terrible. I guess when the competition is Blair, anything looks good, but I guess that is also debatable.”

He said with hatred.

Jordi: “What if he does enter a relationship with Jaxon?”

Tristan shrugged.

Tristan: “History will repeat itself, because Deimos is the problem.”

He smiled.

Tristan: “Otherwise, Deimos and I are no more, and he’s free to do whatever he pleases, which is pretty much nothing but wallowing in his misery, self-loathing, and anger. So, he's pretty much the same as he was when we were teenagers, and nothing has changed. Why did I pursue that sponge? What is wrong with me?”

He raked his fingers through his hair.

The door to the patio opened, and Deimos stepped out.

Deimos: “Hey, I heard what you said about me.”

Tristan: “Good, I don’t have to repeat myself.”

He smiled.

Tristan: “What the Hell do you want?”

Deimos: “Some of your stuff is at my house.”

He bowed his head.

Tristan: “Okay? And?”

He shrugged.

Deimos: “Do you want it back?”

Tristan: “If I left it at that dump, clearly I don’t.”

Deimos turned away and knit his eyebrows.

Tristan: “Hey, Deimos, why don’t you pursue a relationship with Blair? Sure, he whines a lot and is a useless crybaby, but that isn’t much different from you, and you will never have to worry about him being better at you than anything.”

He grinned.

Deimos: “What happened, Tristan? Why are you being so cruel?”

He said with hurt in his tone.

Tristan: “To quote a self-proclaimed wise man: ‘I’m not being mean; I’m just being honest’.”

He said in a mocking singsong voice. Deimos pursed his lips.

Deimos: “What happened to the kind, gentle man I knew and fell in love with?”

He asked with hurt in his tone. Tristan gaped at him.

Tristan: “...You left him at the park because of Ivy, Deimos. That’s what happened.”

He said coldly. Deimos looked away.

Deimos: “I did a number on you, didn’t I?”

Tristan: “No shit, Sherlock. All I did was love a waste of space like you, and you spit in my face in return.”

He rasped. Deimos embraced himself and hung his head. He then turned around and left.

Jordi: “Was that really about your stuff or an attempt ot beg you to come back?”

Tristan scoffed.

Tristan: “The latter. This is why I told him to pursue Blair; they deserve each other.”

~

The next day, Jaxon was in Deimos’ studio. He wore a red silk shirt, tight leather pants, and was barefoot. He was setting up his shelf with his decor, which he got from his grandmother, his grandfather’s montsuki, and his kitsune mask. He pulled out a white maneki-neko statue and paused. He recalled this was a gift from Celeste after her aunt destroyed his first one. He drew a breath and placed it on the shelf.

He inhaled a waft of Versace Eros cologne and turned to see Tristan at the doorway. He wore a black turtleneck, navy blue pants, black wingtip oxfords, and a long gray trench coat. Jaxon looked away when he saw him.

Tristan: “Why are you looking away, Jaxon? You betrayed me after I worked tirelessly to salvage your reputation, which you destroyed.”

He chuckled.

Jaxon: “So you’re going to throw my past up in my face like Celeste would?”

He asked with hurt. Tristan sighed.

Tristan: “No, you did grow and change. I will give you that. I also realize Deimos took advantage of you during a time of need, so I am not faulting you for that, and I also should thank you for showing me his true colors sooner.”

He stated. Jaxon looked away with hurt.

Jaxon: “He didn’t take advantage of me.”

He muttered.

Tristan: “Sure, if you had the intention to make a move on him, you would have done so much sooner. Jaxon, I know Deimos inside out. You can deny what he did to you, but it’s the truth, and you will come to see this someday.”

He said evenly.

Jaxon: “So are you here to save me from the big, bad Deimos?”

He huffed. Tristan gaped at him and laughed.

Tristan: “That may come someday!”

He teased. Jaxon drew a long breath.

He surveyed Jaxon’s display.

Tristan: “Nice display. You hold your culture dear.”

He nodded.

Jaxon: “My grandparents.”

Tristan: “Did you get Deimos’ permission to do this?”

He asked wryly.

Jaxon: “Why would I need it?”

Tristan: “Do you think I don’t know him? He’s going to have a fit when he sees you added your own touch to his ‘man cave’.”

He clicked his tongue.

Jaxon: “Look, he won’t be the same with me as he was with you.”

He said firmly.

Tristan: “No? You don’t think so?”

Deimos entered and gaped at Jaxon’s display.

Deimos: “You moved my stuff to make this?”

He knit his eyebrows. Tristan snorted.

Jaxon: “Yeah, it’s my stuff from my grandparents.”

He bowed his head.

Jaxon: “So, Tristan thinks this will be a problem. Will it?”

He asked with worry. Deimos glared at Tristan, who smirked.

Deimos: “You put him up to this!”

He snapped.

Tristan: “I arrived to get my stuff, Deimos. I walked in and he was doing this.”

He smirked.

Deimos: “Oh, I thought if you left at this ‘dump’ it wasn’t worth getting.”

He huffed.

Tristan: “Maybe I wanted to check on Jaxon and make sure he wasn’t miserable.”

He countered.

Deimos: “Yes, because everyone is as miserable as you and Ivy are. Why don’t you date her now?”

He growled. Tristan laughed and rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Deimos, you simple-minded jester. You will be the undoing of this relationship, too.”

He smiled.

Tristan turned to Jaxon.

Tristan: “Jaxon, there is a reason I never moved in with Deimos. One of the factors was that I was prohibited from adding any personal touches to his space. If you notice, there was barely any of my stuff here.”

He smiled faintly. Jaxon looked away with hurt.

Deimos: “Get your stuff and get lost, Tristan! Go play your stupid fucking games with Ivy or Jordi or both!”

He huffed and waved his hand.

Tristan: “Except this time, I am not playing games. You came here and accused me of putting Jaxon up to this, even though I never did that. I exposed what a selfish piece of shit you are.”

He hissed.

Jaxon: “So is Celeste staying with you?”

Tristan turned to him.

Tristan: “No, she’s with Fabien, and she demolished the rest of your house.”

Jaxon looked away with pain. Tristan pursed his lips.

Tristan: “Celeste is a wrecking ball, but Deimos is the bigger wrecking ball. He ruins everything he touches.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Tristan: “Anyway, I got my stuff, which was one item.”

He held up a Sparaktikós t-shirt, which he dropped in the trash bin.

Tristan: “Nothing important, but another failed band of Deimos’. He leaves behind a trail of destruction and failure. Nothing lasts with him, be it bands, friendships, or relationships.”

He smiled tightly. Deimos glared at Tristan.

Deimos: “That band failed because Makayla was exposed for trying to kill Jaxon and started working for Ichiro!”

He snapped and held Jaxon close. Tristan darkened.

Tristan: “True, but the band would have failed with or without Makayla. Last I checked, she had nothing to do with Ouro Novo.”

He said coolly.

Deimos glared at him.

Deimos: “Are you here to throw up my past or get your shit?”

Tristan: “I was checking on Jaxon and reassuring him that, despite what transpired, I don’t hold it against him, and if he wants someone to talk to, my door is open.”

He nodded.

Deimos: “You mean someone to brainwash!”

He snapped. Tristan clicked his tongue and laughed.

Tristan: “If you say so, Deimos. You have an interesting way of wording people, exposing your true colors.”

He said dryly.

Tristan: “Anyway, I don’t need to do that; you’re doing it on your own.”

He said and left.

Deimos threw his arms up.

Deimos: “I don’t know what I ever saw in that manipulative, stuck-up bitch! Then again, I wasted my time with Ivy before him.”

He huffed. Jaxon looked away.

Jaxon: “Do you mind my display here?”

He asked as he knit his eyebrows. Deimos glanced at it and heaved a deep sigh.

Deimos: “I want you to feel safe and secure, Jaxon. Don’t let Tristan’s toxic words get to you.”

He held him close.

Deimos smirked, and his fingers dug into his sides, tickling Jaxon. Jaxon gasped and laughed loudly.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and playfully hit Deimos. Deimos smirked and snaked his arm around Jaxon’s ankles as he tickled his feet. Jaxon screamed with laughter.

Jaxon: “AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

He laughed hard and rolled around.

Tristan heard Jaxon’s laughter from upstairs. He furrowed his eyebrows and knit them as he pursed his lips. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I don’t care what that ungrateful bastard does, he thought. He stormed out and past Monica. She saw tears coming out of his eyes and knit her eyebrows.

~

Fabien was driving through downtown Pink Top City with Celeste in the passenger seat. He wore a “I don’t sugarcoat shit” t-shirt with a green plaid shirt over it, jeans, and flip-flops. Celeste wore a black bustier with studs on the neckline, jean shorts, a leather jacket, nylon stockings, and black ankle strap boots. Fabien made a turn into the exit and headed toward “Toyz World is Us.”

The building was a large, single-story, box-style retail structure made of white brick. The “Toyz World is Us” dominated the store’s facade. The store name was spelled out in large, colorful, rounded letters.

To the right of the name is the store’s iconic mascot, Oyster the Puppy. It was a cartoon drawing of a blue puppy, which was the mascot of Toyz World is Us. Oyster had a chubby, simplified body shape and was colored in various shades of blue and light purple, with an ocean theme.

His body was a medium, dusty blue. There were accents of a darker, wavy blue on his ears, arms, tail, and chest, resembling water currents. The lower legs and feet had light blue circular spots, like bubbles. The muzzle and inner ears were a light lavender-purple. He had large, floppy ears. His eyes were a striking bright purple with black pupils and white scleras, giving him a friendly, wide-eyed expression. A prominent peach-colored seashell was depicted on his chest, reinforcing the “ocean” theme.

The character is standing upright on two feet, with its arms held out to the sides in a welcoming pose.

The main entrance of the store was centered on the facade, consisting of a set of glass doors. A large expanse of glass windows ran along the front, offering a view into the bright, illuminated interior with rows and rows of toys.

The area directly over the windows and around the mascot featured a brightly colored frame composed of horizontal stripes in red, yellow, green, and blue.

Fabien parked his car in the handicapped area and stepped out, pretending to have a limp. He saw Blair’s Toyota Corolla and smiled widely. Fuck yeah, he thought.

Minutes later, Tristan’s Toyota MR2 pulled up, and Jordi’s Ferrari 328 followed. The two men parked their cars next to each other and stepped out. Celeste waved at them.

Celeste: “Jordi, Tristan!”

She rushed up and hugged the two men. Fabien looked away and pouted. He cleared his throat.

Fabien: “Hey, Tristan, sorry about Deimos. You’re better off. The guy’s a prick, even if his arguing with Blair makes me laugh.”

He chuckled. Tristan sighed and patted Celeste’s head.

Tristan: “Yes, Deimos loved wasting his time arguing with Blair. I feel he should pursue a relationship with him because he never has to feel inferior again with Blair.”

He smiled.

Fabien: “That’s not true, man. Blair will always outwhine Deimos, and you know it.”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Why are you both here?”

Jordi: “We’re going to look at some video games to play at Tristan’s house.”

He nodded.

Fabien: “Tristan, if you’re sad, you’re in for a treat.”

He pointed at Blair’s car and laughed. Tristan chuckled.

Tristan: “Oh, I’m not sad, but Blair is going to throw a tantrum. I skimmed that thirty-page epistle he wrote after Demetrio denied his request to commission a blimp of Ashley and how his Aunt Maria said she should give him a garbage bag.”

He cupped his mouth and laughed. Jordi laughed a bit.

Jordi: “Okay, the garbage bag comment made me laugh.”

Tristan: “Yes, when you dig deep in the trench of shit, you will find some diamonds.”

He sighed.

The four entered the store. Celeste darted to jars of Slimin’ Slime and held up a jar to Fabien.

Fabien: “Oh, you want to get that to put in Jaclyn’s bed?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “No, let’s put it in Deimos and Jaxon’s bed!”

She grinned, and Fabien laughed.

Fabien: “We sure can do that!”

Celeste: “AND!”

She tugged on Fabien’s shirt.

Celeste: “We could make shirts that say ‘RyuPhobos Sucks’ like you did for Nuklear Intoxikation!”

She laughed. Tristan cleared his throat.

Tristan: “Yes, you could if it were a band, which it’s not. Sad to say, but Nuklear Itoxikation did more than Deimos’ failure of bands. Hell, Sex Beest made more albums.”

He scoffed. Fabien laughed hard.

Fabien: “Oh my God, that was so savage.”

Celeste: “Jaxon’s shitty band, ‘Steel Axe’, also failed.”

Tristan tilted his head.

Tristan: “Yes, it did, and I do recall having to work endlessly to salvage Jaxon’s reputation.”

He sighed.

Tristan: “Well, I wonder how long he will last at Sole Desire, because Deimos is possessive and my career didn’t center around clients drooling for me.”

He scoffed.

Celeste: “Ya sure about that, Tristan? I think many people go to you ‘cause you’re handsome as well as smart.”

She grinned. Tristan smiled.

Jordi: “I agree with her.”

Tristan smiled and blushed.

Celeste: “ ‘sides, Deimos did get asshurt you earned more than he does, so I guess there is no winning for him.”

She shrugged.

Tristan: “And this is why I suggested he should date Blair.”

He smirked.

In the back, they heard Blair throwing a tantrum at a customer service representative. He was a young white man in his twenties with shaggy red hair and glasses.

Blair: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY ORB CARDS?! I CALLED AND THEY SAID THEY’LL COME IN ON THURSDAY! IT’S THURSDAY AND THERE ARE NONE!”

He yelled. The retail worker sighed and put his hands up.

Retail Worker: “I am very sorry, sir. The shipment with our inventory ran into a flood, so the delivery is running a little late.”

He said calmly.

Blair: “It’s a FLOOD! I dealt with those when I flushed Ashley’s stupid teabags down the toilet because they stink up the house and smell horrible! I got through it!”

He snapped and stomped his feet. The retail worker heaved a deep sigh and rolled his eyes, giving a “Are you fucking serious?” look at Blair.

Retail Worker: “I do apologize, sir. If you leave us your number, we can call you when the shipment comes in.”

He asked him.

Blair: “I want them NOW! You said they’d be here on Thursday! It’s THURSDAY! I don’t wanna hear CRAP about floods! These loser drivers KNOW people like me need these cards and should try to swim through the floods with the boxes! GODDAMN THESE LOSERS!”

He snapped and cried.

Jordi watched him and furrowed his eyebrows. Fabien and Celeste were laughing hard.

Retail Worker: “Look, there was heavy rainfall in Nelsonville, and the roads are rivers now. It’s unsafe to travel.”

Blair: “There are BOATS! THEY COULD LOAD THE CARDS ON THOSE! PEOPLE ARE SO STUPID!”

His face was beet red as he jumped up and down in a fury.

Jordi interjected.

Jordi: “Blair, people have lost their homes and lives over the flood in Nelsonville. Surely, you can have some empathy for others.”

He said firmly. The Retail Worker looked away so Blair couldn’t see that he smirked. Blair glared hotly at Jordi.

Blair: “SHUT THE FUDGE UP, YOU FAT PIG!”

He barked.

Tristan: “Blair, please, save your childish insults. The cards are not in. Surely, you have some empathy in that hollow shell somewhere, or am I giving you too much credit?”

He huffed.

Blair: “OH MY GOD, TRISTAN CALLED ME FAT!”

He wailed. Fabien laughed loudly, and Celeste laughed with him. Jordi shook his head, and Tristan folded his arms over his chest.

Blair: “THIS DAY IS THE WORST! MY CARDS AREN’T IN BECAUSE OF LAZY WORKERS AND TRISTAN CALLED ME FAT!”

He caterwauled, knocked over a display of Laura LeRose dolls, and stomped on each box, crushing them and breaking the dolls. Blair whined loudly and ran his hand down rows of shelves, knocking the toys over and crashing them on the floor.

The Retail Worker marched to Blair.

Retail Worker: “Sir, you need to leave the store now!”

He said firmly. Blair whined and kicked the cart with the balls, opening them, causing the balls to spill out. Fabien was in stitches, laughing so hard that he could barely contain himself. Celeste laughed with him. Jordi and Tristan were awestruck at the sight.

Blair knocked over a shelf of Slimin’ Slime, spilling the colorful substance all over the floor. Blair grabbed boxes of Locking Logs and threw them at Tristan and Jordi.

Blair: “YOU CALLED ME A COW AND YOU CALLED ME FAT! SCREW YOU, BEATNIKS!”

He bawled.

An obese black woman in her forties approached Blair.

Woman: “Stop this shit right now, boy!”

Blair: “SHUT UP, LAMB CHOPS! I’M BEING BULLIED BY THOSE FAT LOSERS!”

He bawled and pointed to Tristan and Jordi.

Woman: “I don’t give a shit!”

Blair threw a ball at her. She slashed her hand away and delivered a hard slap to Blair that knocked the wind out of him and sent him crashing on the floor of slime.

There was a round of applause from the workers and other customers. Fabien laughed hard at Blair.

Jordi: “Good, he had it coming.”

He rolled his eyes.

~

That evening, Jaxon and Deimos were in the dining room eating the dinner Jaxon prepared, which was yakisoba noodles with beef and various vegetables. Deimos twirled the noodles with his fork, and Jaxon ate them with his chopsticks. Deimos hummed as he ate.

Deimos: “Jaxon, this is absolutely delicious! You are quite the cook!”

Jaxon beamed.

Jaxon: “Thank you!”

Deimos: “I love a man who can cook.”

He purred. Jaxon blushed. Deimos took Jaxon’s hand and kissed it.

Deimos: “You are amazing, sexy, and gorgeous…”

He said breathlessly. Jaxon reddened and melted to his sweet words.

After they finished eating, Deimos took Jaxon’s hands and led him upstairs to the studio.

Deimos presented him with a large, rectangular object wrapped in paper and tied with a red ribbon that almost reached his height. Jaxon’s face lit up as if it were Christmas.

Jaxon: “What’s this?”

He gasped. Deimos beamed.

Deimos: “Open it.”

He eagerly nodded, just as excited as he was. Jaxon delicately tore open the paper to see the black leather case inside. His eyes lit up when it dawned on him.

Jaxon: “...Is that what I think it is?!”

He laid the case down onto the floor and flicked the latches open to reveal a shiny new Jackson Kelly bass guitar. It had a black stripe running down the ruby gloss body with five chrome knobs and an ebony fretboard with striped inlays on the frets, and a pointed black headstock with the “Jackson” logo carved in pearl.

Jaxon: “HOLY SHIT, DEIMOS! IT’S PERFECT!”

He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Deimos beamed with glee and smiled tightly.

Deimos: “My pleasure!”

He felt good about himself for the first time in a long time and was glad he finally made someone happy.

Deimos: “...It made me think of you and your hair…”

He reddened, gesturing to the red and black stripe on the body of the guitar and the brand name Jackson. Jaxon reddened and looked away.

Jaxon: “Thank you, Deimos! I will always cherish this!”

He cried and wrapped his arms around Deimos, showering him with kisses. Deimos returned the kisses and rubbed Jaxon’s back.

They locked their gaze into each other’s eyes and kissed again.

~

Deimos and Jaxon were in his bedroom. Deimos started undressing Jaxon, and he hungrily pulled Deimos’ tank top over his head. He fiddled with his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear.

As Deimos pulled him into a welcoming embrace, he kissed his way down Jaxon’s neck, closed his lips around one pert nipple, then the other. Jaxon moaned in encouragement. Jaxon’s fingers were on his scalp, brushing through his long, wavy locks and firing nerve endings that sent Deimos’ eyes rolling into the back of his head. Demos kissed up his stomach and held Jaxon’s head close to his chest. Jaxon gradually lowered his head on Deimos.

Deimos’ cock was hard and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Jaxon swiped his tongue over the tip, and a burst of flavor exploded in his mouth. Deimos moaned and lifted his hips for more. Jaxon nipped a little love bite on Deimos’ hip.

Deimos’ balls pulled up tight to his body. Jaxon took them in his mouth, alternating between sucking and lapping them with his tongue until Deimos writhed beneath him.

Deimos’ eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back, mouth open.

Deimos: “Oh God, Jaxon…”

Jaxon lifted his gaze to meet Deimos’; half-lidded and filled with the haze of desire. Deimos’ dick stood up proud, and Jaxon took it into his mouth. He sucked Deimos’ dick, lavishing it with all the tender loving care it deserved. Plenty of tongue, plenty of suction until Deimos pulled away from him.

Deimos: “I don't want to cum in your mouth…”

He cupped his cheek.

Deimos: “I want to make love to you, Jaxon…”

He whispered in his ear. Jaxon’s eyes grew large, and his brown eyes sparkled with awe and desire.

Deimos pushed him down onto the bed and motioned him to put his arms behind his head. Jaxon nodded and did so. Deimos kissed him and grabbed a feather from his nightstand. Then Deimos proceeded to tickle his feet. Jaxon laughed loudly, and he thrashed around.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!”

Deimos smirked and tickled Jaxon’s cock with a feather and dug his finger into his belly button. He smirked as he brushed the feather against Jaxon’s hardened member and his balls. Jaxon laughed loudly and blissfully, relishing in this. Pre-cum gathered at his slit.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!”

Deimos stopped tickling and stroked Jaxon from head to toe, feeling his soft skin under his rougher palms. Need burned in Jaxon’s tummy; his cock was so hard that it ached.

Deimos opened the drawer of the nightstand and reached in to get a bottle of lube. He squirted a generous helping of lube onto his hand and smeared it inside of Jaxon’s ass, massaging him, stroking his anus, and teasing it with his finger.

Jaxon dropped his jaw, but no sound came out. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he shuddered. He let out a whimpering sound and squeezed his eyes shut. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out in shudders.

Deimos lay Jaxon on his back, gazing at him. He lifted Jaxon’s legs to rest on his shoulders and shuffled forward until his dick met his ass. He slowly entered Jaxon’s anus. Jaxon’s expression was absolute bliss; his eyes were shut tight, brows furrowed, mouth agape. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths. Deimos ran his hands up and down Jaxon’s thighs, his sides, his arms, soothing him until he adjusted.

When Deimos entered him and started thrusting, pleasure rocketed through Jaxon; he clenched his jaw and clutched onto the sheets, moving in rhythm. Jaxon was overwhelmed with ecstasy and did anything he could to make this last and keep himself from climaxing. He loved the feeling of being ravished, loved, protected, and connecting to Deimos.

Deimos was on top of Jaxon, fucking him with remarkable speed and accuracy. Their fingers intertwined, Deimos’ member swelled in Jaxon, feeling himself on the edge. Deimos thrust him harder and faster. Jaxon cried in pleasure, wrapping his legs around Deimos’.

They filled the room with their cries of passion, with the desires of their hearts. Jaxon knit his eyebrows and let out a mewling sound before he climaxed. With a swift movement, Deimos climaxed inside Jaxon, followed by a hoarse shout.

Deimos pulled out of Jaxon. He flopped beside him, pressing his lips to his. Jaxon brushed his fingertips against his cheek and down to his chest. Jaxon rested his head on Deimos’ chest. Deimos kissed his head and moved his head to view the picture of him and Tristan on his nightstand. His heart stopped.

~

Tristan was downstairs with Monica and heard everything that was happening upstairs. Monica scrutinized his face and knit her eyebrows.

Monica: “Tristan, I—”

Tristan smiled and waved his hand.

Tristan: “Monica, I am fine. I will deliver this recipe to Bastien. Thank you!”

He nodded and turned around. Monica saw him leave with tears streaming down his cheeks. Monica reached out for him, and Tristan left. As he walked down the street to his house, he left a path of ice behind him.