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Tristan

I woke up the next morning with my head throbbing and my entire body feeling like I'd put it through a wood chipper.

My stomach twisted unpleasantly when I shifted around, and a soft sound of amusement prompted my eyes to flutter open, thankful that the room that I was in was dark enough not to bother them.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Xander smiled softly down at me, a mug in one hand that smelled strongly of dark roast, the steam wafting above telling me that it was fresh.

Xan was wearing a pair of gray sweats and nothing else, his brown hair a little mussed and rumpled, and then glint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at me made me want to tease him and curl in on myself to protect myself from his ribbing all at the same time.

"Xan? Why are you..." I paused, looking around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

I was in a bed, there was no question of that, but other than that...I was drawing a blank.

"This isn't my house."

"Astute observation, Einstein," Xander teased holding out the cup of coffee for me when I shoved myself to a sitting position, ignoring the throbbing in my head.

"How much of last night do you remember?"

I took a sip of the coffee - so hot, so bitter, so fucking good that it cleared at least half of the fog in my mind up right away, thank God - and sorted through my foggy memories from the night before.

Carefully schooling my expression so that Xander couldn't see the complicated feelings that twisted inside of me as I remembered the conversation that Brandon and I'd had at Gunner's - specifically the reality of my feelings for Xander.

Everything after Bran and I had decided to start drinking more was a little hazy, though, and I only vaguely recalled the brilliant idea that I'd had to text Vincent to see if he had Ethan's number so that I could get Xander's address to go and see him, to tell him that I loved him and wanted him to belong to me, only me.

My cheeks burned, and I ducked my head as I took another sip of coffee.

"I remember going out for drinks with Brandon, and then wanting to see you.

Though I'm not sure why my drunk brain thought that it was a better idea to try and get your address out of Ethan rather than just text you myself," I said, furrowing my brow.

Xander snickered.

"Mm.

And you got that information from Vincent of all people?"

I looked up at him, and there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that made me laugh.

Already, the headache that had been pounding through my temples when I'd been just waking up was fading away, and I looked at Xan with a smile.

"Think there's something going on between the two of them?"

God, I hoped so.

Vince deserved to be happy.

Xan shrugged, grinning.

"Dunno, but I am going to be giving my brother so much shit the next time we see each other." He laughed, shaking his head, and then he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair off my forehead.

"I like seeing you in my bed.

It was nice to see you last night, even if you were absolutely, one hundred percent trashed."

He winked, and I groaned, setting the coffee carefully aside on the bedside table before scrubbing my hands over my face.

"What did I say?"

Xan snickered again, then climbed onto the bed, crawling forward until he straddled me.

My half-hard cock took immediate interest in the proceedings, and Xander leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against mine.

"Oh, nothing much.

A lot of nonsensical stuff.

You went out with Brandon and talked about feelings, and told him about us." He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, soothing me even as my heart jumped at the thought that I'd confessed the way that I felt while drunk.

"And that you wanted to see me, so you Ubered over here so that you didn't risk a DUI or an accident in your quest to find me."

He pulled away and smiled, his eyes warm and twinkling, and something inside of me settled as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"Yeah, that all sounds about right," I said, sliding one hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Xander moaned softly as he kissed me back, and any thoughts of morning breath or the fact that I was hungover as fuck faded away.

All that mattered was my boyfriend and how fucking perfect he felt in my arms, the way that his cock was getting just as hard as I was as our lips moved together, and the fact that I wanted to do this every single day for the rest of my damn life.

That was a question that was going to have to wait for later, though.

Xander moaned softly when I nipped at his lower lip, and his hips ground down against me, the blanket and his sweats an unfortunate barrier between our cocks meeting the way he so clearly wanted.

I laughed softly before pulling away, taking in the sight of him with his cheeks all flushed and his eyes bright, and all the intense feelings from last night, the revelations that had been somewhat dulled with the whiskey that Brandon and I had done shot after shot of, reared their heads again.

They weren't scary, though.

Not with Xander looking down at me like he wanted to eat me.

Like me waking up in bed with him was the only thing that he wanted every day for the rest of his life, too.

"Baby?" Xan whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts.

The pet name made my cock jerk, and when I let out a soft moan, his grin turned wicked.

"Oh, yeah.

You told me that you like when I call you that, too. Baby."

He leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss again, and I groaned as I shoved at the blanket between the two of us, Xander lifting his hips enough that I managed to get it out of the way.

I was wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, and without the barrier of the comforter between the two of us, the thin layers of fabric between our cocks was barely enough to dull the sensation of our cocks rubbing up against each other.

"Oh..." Xander tipped his head back and groaned as he ground down against my fully-hard length, and his cheeks pinked even further as he looked down at me again.

"God, we probably shouldn't do this.

You probably feel like shit, you were really drunk last night..."

I grabbed his hips before he could pull away, growling low in my throat at him to let him know that I meant business.

"You're not going anywhere, baby," I informed him, my voice low and husky.

An idea sparked, and nerves and anticipation mingled together in an almost sickening miasma in my stomach as I continued, "In fact..."

I trailed off, chewing the inside of my cheek, and Xander cocked his head to the side as he looked at me, some of the arousal clearing off his face.

"What is it, Tris?"

My heart lurched, my stomach twisted, and my cock jerked all at the same time.

God, I loved him.

I fucking wanted him.

And that meant...

"I want you to fuck me," I said, my voice husky and low, but steady. Sure.

Xander's eyes widened a little, his lips parting, and I chuckled a little at how stunned he looked.

"Unless you don't want to?" I teased.

Xander's eyes narrowed, and the growl that he let out made my cock jerk again.

"Oh, no you don't," he said, leaning close and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck.

"You don't get to dangle your ass in front of me and then take it back."

I laughed, the sound surprised and bright before Xander captured my lips in another kiss, and the energy was different this time.

Every time we'd been together so far, I'd been taking the lead, topping, managing expectations, doing everything in my power to give Xander everything and get mine along the way.

Xander's energy right now, though, was dominant as fuck, aggressive and sharp, and I couldn't deny what a turn on it was as he lifted up and shoved his sweats down without breaking the kiss, his cock burning against my lower stomach when he dropped down again and thrust against me, leaving a slick trail of precome against my skin.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away just enough to talk to me, nipping at my lips and clinging to me like I would disappear if he wasn't touching me at all times.

"You can say no, Tris.

I promise.

It's okay.

I know I just said..."

I cut him off with a kiss, letting myself sink into the warmth of feeling that flooded my chest at his concern.

"I'm sure," I promised.

"Just...go slow.

It's been a while since I bottomed." I chewed my lower lip, then continued, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes.

"But I want to do it with you. I promise, baby."

He smiled at me, the expression brilliant, and then he leaned down to kiss me again, his lips hard and hungry against mine.

I kissed back, swallowing his aggressive grunts and feeling my stomach twist with anticipation as my cock jerked every time he shifted against me, rolling his hips and making me want to flip us over so that I could systematically take him apart with my fucking tongue.

But I wanted to feel him inside me.

Now that I'd put it out there it was the only thing that I wanted, and I was going to move heaven and hell to get it.

"Please," I murmured, biting back a groan when he ground down against me. "Xan..."

"Begging already, baby?" Xander's smirk was wicked as he pulled away and slowly slid down my body, hooking his fingers into the waist of my underwear.

"We're just getting started."

I bit back another impatient sound as he dragged my underwear down my legs, tossing it to the side once it was free of my feet.

My cock was already hard and leaking all over me, and Xan's eyes didn't leave it as he lowered himself until he was face to face, gently cupping my balls with one hand and wrapping his hand around the base of my dick with the other.

"Xan...oh."

My head fell back against the headboard with a thump as he leaned down and took the head of my cock into his mouth, and just like everything else, it was so much more intense right now than it was when we were on set together.

There we were both performing, posturing for the cameras, and there was always a tiny part of my mind that was always thinking about our angles, always thinking about the final shots, how Dorian was going to edit the video to be the flattering and erotic at the same time.

Right now, though, the only thing that I could feel was the wet heat of Xan's mouth, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot under my head, the way that his fingers tightened around the base of my cock to keep it in place when my hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting up and trying to bury myself in Xander's throat.

It was just more intense.

That was the only way that I could describe it, even in the privacy of my own mind.

I reached down and gripped Xander's hair, gasping as he pulled up, sucking delicately on the head even as he squeezed my balls.

"Xan..." I gasped.

He chuckled softly as he pulled off my cock all the way, and the way that he looked at me from underneath his eyelashes should have been criminal.

"What?" he teased.

His tongue flicked out and slid along the bottom of the head, making my eyes roll back into my head for a moment before I managed to focus on him again.

"Please," I gasped, thrusting up despite my internal promise to behave myself.

Xan chuckled again, and for a devastating moment, I worried that he was going to make me wait.

That he was going to tease me, the same way I had teased him so many times through the course of our relationship.

That he was going to make me beg.

Not that I would have been necessarily opposed to it, of course.

There was a tiny part of me that wanted him to.

That wanted him to tie me up, to make me whine and cry and beg for him.

Until the only thing that I could think was how badly I wanted his cock inside of me.

But right now? For the first time he fucked me? I didn't think that I would be able to handle it if he did want to tease me like that.

As if he could tell what I was thinking, Xander quietly hushed me, pulling all the way off my cock and tearing a strangled moan out of my chest.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, his eyes gleaming.

"I'll take care of you."

I watched as he stuck two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet, and my hole clenched around nothing as he slowly pulled the digits out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he said, smirking.

"Show me that tight hole of yours."

He squeezed my balls at the same time he taunted me, and I bit back another moan as I did as I was told, spreading my legs.

Ordinarily, I would have tried to come up with some kind of snarky response, something that would have given me the upper hand again, but I couldn't think of anything.

Not laying underneath him, desperately vulnerable the way I felt.

I knew that Xander would take care of me.

His spit slick fingertip prodded against my asshole, and I moaned shamelessly as he teased me there.

Stroked the tip of his finger just over the muscle, toying with me, making my inner thighs shake as I spread them a little bit wider.

"Relax for me, Tris," Xander murmured.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

His finger started to press with intention with his words, and I forced my muscles to unlock as I gave into the almost forgotten sensation of being stretched.

The single digit burned, the tiniest bit, but it felt so good that it felt like my mind was being scattered to the winds at the same time.

I groaned loudly, my hands clenching into fists in the sheets on either side of my hips, and Xander made a soft, satisfied sound as his finger pressed all the way inside of me, gently thrusting.

"Fuck, there you go, baby.

See? Not so scary.

Look at you, taking my finger so well," he cooed.

The words would have been condescending coming from anyone else, but from Xander they just made my head spin, and I nodded helplessly as I thrust down against his finger and submitted to the stretch of the second.

"Fuck, Xan," I managed.

Every bit of the suave, collected persona that I usually wore in the bedroom was gone, leaving me feeling almost painfully raw and exposed. "Fuck..."

"Mm." Xan hummed softly before dropping a kiss to my hip, and he licked the head of my cock again as his fingers curled up, making stars burst to life behind my eyelids as he nailed my prostate ine one go.

"Fuck!"

"There it is," Xan purred, pulling off my cock and smirking up at me.

He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them home again, and the sensation of him finger fucking and stretching me so well made my head spin.

The choked sounds of pleasure that fell from my lips would have been embarrassing if he was anybody else, but this was Xan.

God, I fucking loved him.

"Xan, please..." I reached for him, grabbing his shoulders and hauling him up until he was nose to nose with me, his breath warm on my face.

"I...I'm ready.

I need..."

I pulled him down for a kiss before I could manage the rest of my thought, the words locking up on my tongue like concrete, and for a long moment, Xan continued to languidly thrust his fingers inside of me - stroking my prostate every fucking time, the teasing asshole - kissing me until my mind leaked out of my ears and I was left a quivering ball of need.

It would have been humiliating how easily he took me apart and made me desperate for his cock in my ass, but, well.

Embarrassment had no place here.

"Okay, baby," Xan said, pulling away and brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

He dropped one more kiss to my lips, as cool and casual as you please, and he ignored the strangled sound of protest that burst from me when he slid his fingers out of my ass and reached over for the drawer in his bedside table.

"I won't make you wait."

The click of the lube bottle was loud when he pulled it out, and he smirked at me as he slicked himself up, stroking his cock with a slow hand, as if he had all the time in the world.

As if I wasn't going fucking insane waiting for him to fuck me.

The only thing that kept me from whining at him, from begging for him to fuck me already...was the intense look in his eyes as he stroked himself.

Soft and caring at the same time, like he knew how much this meant to me.

I'm sure he did.

Xan...he always seemed to touch right at the heart of me, in a way that most people had never even tried.

"Grab your legs, Tris," Xan finally said, after a moment that felt like it dragged on forever.

"Spread yourself for me."

His words were soft and coaxing, but he didn't need to be a hard dom for me in that moment.

I reached down and did as he asked, hooking my hands under my knees and pulling them up to my chest.

I wasn't lying when I said that it had been a long time since I bottomed - before I started working for the studio, at the very least - but I remembered the mechanics.

"So pretty," Xan said softly.

He stroked his cock one more time as he got into position, and the wide feeling of his cock pressing against my asshole was enough to make me clench, my eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

"Relax for me, Tris."

He didn't give me more warning than that, pressing forward and spreading me wide as he did so.

The burn of being stretched was intense and deeply familiar, and I let out a soft, broken groan as I forced my muscle to relax all the way, letting him in with barely a whimper.

"Fuck, Xan..."

"You're so fucking tight, baby," Xan gritted out.

When I looked up at him, his jaw was clenched, his eyes bright as he looked down at me, and I could see the effort that he was expending to go gentle, not to tear me apart on the first thrust.

He was so fucking considerate...and it just made me want to give him everything.

"Come on, Xan," I managed.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the feeling of him sliding deeper inside of me so fucking intense.

"Fuck me.

I want to feel every fucking inch of that big cock of yours.

Wreck me, baby."

His eyes flashed, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

To try and control himself?

When he opened them again, though, any restraint that had been lingering was gone, and his lips pulled up in a wide smirk as he slammed the rest of the way inside of me, making me cry out with the stretch as he gave me exactly what I'd asked him for.

"Like that, Tris?" He leaned down and cooed as he slowly pulled out, before thrusting all the way inside of me again just as hard as before.

"Is that what you wanted baby? You want me to fucking wreck this ass for any other man?"

I nod helplessly, unable to say anything else.

The pace that Xander set was brutal, an aggression that I hadn't expected from him as he fucked into me.

The familiar burn of being fucked quickly faded, dissolved by the pleasure that sparked every time the head of his cock nailed my prostate, and the sounds that fell from my parted lips were humiliating, broken, overwhelmed in the best fucking way.

It was everything.

He was fucking everything.

"Xander...fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good," I gasped, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close.

Our foreheads knocked together, the slight pain a distant sensation as I tried to pull him closer, tried to get him even deeper inside of me.

He pounded into me, the slapping of our flesh against one another loud, and he groaned as I clenched down on him, kissing me so hard that I tasted blood for a moment.

"I hope...you're not planning on this just being a fling," he managed, his voice rough and tight with his impending orgasm.

"Because...now that I know what your tight ass feels like..."

"I'm yours," I said, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them.

My cock was so hard that it fucking hurt, the rub of his abs against it every time he thrust the world's worst tease.

"Fuck, yours, Xan, yours, yours yours..."

"Mine," Xan snarled, the startling display of possession making me moan.

The impending orgasm is the only excuse that I have for the next words that fell from my lips, just as Xander reached between the two of us and wrapped his hand around my cock.

"Fuck, I love you," I whimpered, thrusting up into his hand.

"I'm...Xan, I'm gonna come..."

"Do it," he snarled.

"Come all over my cock, baby.

Fucking now."

His words stole my breath away, and I fell apart all over him the next moment.

My vision whited as my cock jerked in his hand, painting me from neck to hip in my release.

It was warm and slick and filthy, and Xander didn't stop stroking me for one second as I rode the waves of orgasm, fucking into me at the same pace until he stiffened, and then buried his face in my neck as he followed me over the edge.

The feeling of his cock jerking inside of me, flooding me with warmth...it was one that I was going to remember for a long fucking time.

And would be asking for many, many repeats of.

"Fuck," Xan said, his voice rough and fucking wrecked.

He pulled away to look down at me, his eyes satisfied and warm, and he cupped my face with one hand, his thumb stroking across my cheek.

"You okay, baby? Your head hurt?"

It took a moment for me to remember that I was supposed to be hungover, and I barked out a laugh as I shook my head.

"I'm okay," I assured him.

"That was..."

"Fucking incredible," he finished, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.

Then he pulled away and looked me in the eye, his gaze suddenly intense as he asked softly, "Did you mean it?"

It took a moment for my pleasure-soaked mind to realize what he was asking, and I swallowed.

The urge to deny, to say that it was just something that had spilled out in the heat of the moment, was strong, but I wasn't a fucking liar.

"Yeah," I breathed.

"I meant it."

A beat, and then a brilliant smile spread across his face.

"Good," he said simply.

"Because I love you too."

He kissed me again, and even the fact that we were covered in my come and I desperately needed a Tylenol - or ten - couldn't detract from the beauty of the moment.

He loved me.

I loved him.

This man was mine.

For fucking ever.