Page 2 of Perfectly Wrong

I make my way back downstairs. Rocco is talking to several people, smiling and lifting his beer to me.

I smile and wave, looking for water to drink.

I need to sober up and then get the fuck out of here.

My eyes search the yard for Tristan, standing with friends, laughing and throwing back a shot.

He’s acting the same, like nothing went down minutes ago upstairs.

I feel a shoulder on my hand and turn to see Rocco.

“You okay, man? You look sick.”

I nod. “I’m good. A little too much to drink I think.”

“Want to lie down in the spare room?”

“No, the fresh air out here feels good. Just gonna eat some carbs and drink water. I’ll be all right.”

“Good. I’m about to do a toast for Tristan. Can you help me get people together?”

“Yeah.” I feel like a total dick.

I walk to one section of the yard and start gathering people together. We move toward the pool as Tristan stands next to his father.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming,” Rocco says.

“It means a lot to both of us you came to celebrate this moment in my son’s life.

” He puts his arm over Tristan’s shoulder.

“This will be the first time he’ll be away from home, so it’ll be hard on me and his mom, but I can’t wait to see what a man he becomes.

Please raise your glass and wish Tristan a successful start to his college life. ”

We all raise our glasses and take a sip. Everyone chants the word speech to Tristan. He smiles, raising his hand. God, he’s a good-looking man, appearing so much older than he is.

“Thanks, everyone. Dad.” He pauses. “We spend our whole lives wanting to be grownups.” He smiles. “And then one day, we just are. High school is over, and all your friends go off in different directions. Now you have to be responsible and decide what you want to do with the rest of your life.”

He sounds melancholy, and I’m not the only one who notices. Tristan smiles as he continues.

“So now I’m an adult. I can do what I want, right?

As long as I keep my grades up.” We all chuckle.

“I’ll admit I’m a little nervous, but I had a really great role model of what a man should be.

” He pats Rocco on the shoulder. “I just want you to know, dad, that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.

I hope I make you proud no matter what direction my life takes me.

I love you.” Rocco and Tristan hug and my heart sinks even further.

Tristan looks at me over his dad’s shoulder and winks, before stepping back and gazing out at the crowd.

“Okay, that’s enough mush. Let’s party.”

Tristan and his friends regroup, laughing and downing shots, as Rocco moves next to me. “Ah, to be that young again, huh? Drink all you want with almost no consequences.”

“Must be nice. I feel like shit.”

Rocco chuckles. “Just stay the night. We have plenty of room.”

I nod. “Maybe.”

Rocco nudges my arm. “You see that kid standing by Tristan? The ginger with the coat of arms tattoo?”

“Yeah, I see him. What’s up?”

“He’s fucking hot. Turns out he’s an older brother of another friend. He’s twenty-three.”

My eyebrow raises. “And?”

“He keeps staring at me, lingering when he grabs a beer.” Rocco rubs his forehead. “I don’t know, man, is that too young?”

I swallow hard. “Too young for what? He’s an adult.”

“Yeah, but I’m fifteen years older. I’ve never gone that young before.”

“You gonna marry him or you gonna fuck him?”

Rocco laughs. “The latter.”

“Then it doesn’t fucking matter, man. You don’t need to have anything in common but a hard dick.”

Rocco nods, focusing on the guy just as he looks in our direction. “I gotta wait until Tristan’s gone, though.”

“Why? You think he would even notice? He’s wasted and having a good time.”

I notice how Rocco’s hand adjusts his growing bulge. “I could use it. It’s been a few weeks.”

“Well, he’s looking at you like he wants it. I say move in for it.”

“Yeah?” He looks around. “Will you cover if Tristan is looking for me?”

“I got you, man.”

“Thanks.”

I watch Rocco walk over to the ginger and start chatting.

A moment later, he takes a shot and the two of them are laughing together.

I scan around for Tristan, finding him with the same group of guys, but he’s watching me.

It’s like he’s trained to find me no matter where I go.

I wish I had the freedom to walk over and just drag him inside and fuck him hard, but I can’t do it.

Shaking my head, I open the ice chest and instead of grabbing water, I pick up another beer.

It’s probably not the best decision, but it’s the one I’m making.

I catch Rocco and his boy toy slip inside the house from the corner of my eye.

A good friend would go over to Tristan and make sure he’s distracted. Guess that’s where I’m going.

I walk over and sit on the edge of the pool, near where he’s standing. It only takes a minute for him to sit next to me.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” I take a swig of beer, staring out at the water. “Having fun?”

“It’s a great night.” Tristan grins. “In part thanks to you.”

“Yeah, that was cool, but you know, your dad is my best friend. He’d fucking kill me, Tristan.”

“I know he would. That’s why he’ll never find out.”

My eyes shift to his. “That’s good.”

“Bish?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay. Bishop?”

“Yeah?”

Tristan leans in close enough that our feet touch in the water. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can’t think of anything else.”

I exhale slowly, running my fingers through my hair. “In your dad’s house? Huh? You want me to fuck you under his roof?”

“I don’t care where. I’ll come to your place. Whatever you want, Bishop. Just don’t let me go to college without feeling what sex is like with a real man.”

“Maybe it’s better if you don’t find out. You should be fucking around with guys your own age.”

“If I found one who looked like you with a dick like yours, I would.”

A smile pulls at my lips. “Flattery now, huh?”

“Worthy. The minute I saw you I wanted you. I think it was the same for you. I think if I wasn’t Rocco’s son, you wouldn’t give a fuck how old I am. You’d have me bent over in a snap. Am I right?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does. I just want to know.”

What harm could it do to admit it? To gaze into the blue of his eyes, linger on his full lips, soak in his scent. “Yeah, Tristan, you’re right. Age doesn’t fucking matter to me. Only attraction and unfortunately, honor. I already went too far, but I can’t. The guilt would fuck with both of us.”

Tristan nods as sadness flashes in his eyes. “You’re right. I just haven’t wanted someone like this before. It’s overwhelming.”

I can relate. I rub his shoulder. “Just have fun in college. Do everything you want to do.”

Tristan throws his arms around my neck. I pause for a moment before rubbing his back. His lips brush against my earlobe, my chin, my cheek, as he gazes into my eyes.

“Thanks for a really incredible few minutes. I won’t forget it.”

“Neither will I, Tristan.”

He smiles, releasing me. “Thanks for saying that.”

“It was hot.” I offer a smile. “You’re a great kisser.”

“You too, Bishop. Incredible actually.”

“Tristan!” We both look up as a friend calls his name. “Come here.”

Tristan glances back at me. “Guess I better go.”

“Yeah.”

“I know you won’t call me, but the offer stands. Even if it was just once, I swear I would keep it between us. Just to feel you inside me one time would be enough I think.”

His words stir something inside of me. The attraction to him is almost chemical, like we can’t separate from each other. I don’t say anything as he squeezes my hand before standing up and joining his friends.

A few minutes later, Rocco comes out of the house, followed by his ginger friend. Both look flushed and relaxed and I can only imagine what went down. Rocco grabs a beer from the ice chest and joins me beside the pool.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey. Was it worth it?”

“Fuck yeah. He’s hung like a fucking bull.”

I laugh. “Did you bottom?”

“Yeah. I’ve been going that way more often. I took one look at what he was packing and had to have it.”

“He’s good?”

“Yeah, freckles and red hair everywhere. Fucking hot. Sucks like it’s his job too.”

“I’m jealous.”

“All these boys here you couldn’t find one?”

Just one. “Wasn’t really trying.”

“You still have time.”

I smile, sipping my beer. “I’m good. I think I’ll get out of here soon.”

“You’re staying. I’m not letting you leave.”

“I’ll get an Uber.”

“You live too far. It’s expensive. Just fucking stay.”

“You need the space for all these boys to crash.”

“You can sleep in my room. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I laugh softly, remembering the night we thought we’d hook up, but quickly realized we should stay friends. I am drunk though. “I could crash on the couch.”

“The couch?” Tristan says behind us. “We have two extra bedrooms.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell him,” Rocco says. “It’s dumb to leave.”

“He could crash in my room,” Tristan offers. “I’ll probably be awake all night anyway.”

“That’s a good idea,” Rocco says. “It’s quiet up there.” Rocco jumps up. “Be right back. I need to piss.”

Once he’s gone, Tristan kneels down beside me. “If I can’t fuck you, at least you’ll leave your smell on my sheets.”

“You’re bad, you know that?”

“I just know what I want. Why is that bad?”

“We already had his discussion.”

“Yep. So stay. Sleep in my bed. Naked, please. Then tomorrow night, I’ll sleep in it. Naked, rolling in my sheets and remembering what it felt like to hold you in my hand.”

“You know, you’re actually lucky I won’t fuck you.”

He tilts his head. “Why is that?”

“Because I’d fucking ruin you, Tristan. No one could ever fuck you better than me.”

He grins, biting his bottom lip. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

Rocco returns, sitting between us, seemingly oblivious to the attraction between me and his kid. “Did you convince him to stay, Tristan?” His slurred words reveal Rocco’s just as wasted as I am.