Forsaking Truth by Lydia Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

sounds echoed

off the walls and high ceilings. His jeans were yanked down to his boots and

warm fingers fondled his balls. He groaned as Tri stan

tugged at his sack. When his spine tingled and he knew he was gonna come, his

fist tightened in Tristan’s hair. Tristan sucked faster, harder, and Luke’s

toes curled almost painfully as he blew the most violent load of his life.
    Tristan never stopped. He swallowed every last drop and Luke was shaking by the

time he pulled away, licking the last bit off his shaft. Fuck.
    Luke’s fingers relaxed

their grip in Tristan’s hair and his hand fell away as he panted. Tristan

stared up at him, lips swollen and par ted. Luke

stumbled back and the gravity of what they’d just done settled in.
    Tristan seemed to

register the change in his demeanor. Slowly, he stood. Luke wanted to bolt, but

his pants were still twisted at his boots and his body was so strung out he

could n’t move if he tried.
    “Don’t panic,” Tristan

whispered. “Everything’s cool. Just give it a second.”
    He needed more than a

second. He’d just let another man blow him. And he liked it. He couldn’t

breathe.
    Tristan stepped closer

and placed his palm over his heart. “Relax. Breathe.

Everything’s cool.”
    Astonishingly, his

touch helped. Luke drew in one shaky breath after another as Tristan stepped

even closer. Lips brushed his and Tristan slowly pulled him into a hug.
    Walls came tumbling

down and something crac ked inside of him. He let out

a harsh breath and yanked Tristan close.
    “It’s okay,” he

whispered and Luke wrapped his arms around him tight. “You’re still Luke.

You’re still you. Just let me hold you for a minute.”
    He broke. A sob he

seemed to be holding i n for a year tore from his

chest. He gripped Tristan’s head, hard, and buried his face in his shoulder. He

couldn’t let the other man see him break.
    Tristan’s voice

continued to promise everything was fine and Luke cried for the first time in

what felt lik e an eternity. He cried for the future

he’d lost, for disappointing his fans. He cried for the pain that had been

swallowing him whole since he’d come home and for the loneliness he couldn’t

escape nor wanted to leave. He cried, because, for the first time in his entire life, he’d understood what sex was supposed

to feel like. He finally got it, but he got it from a man.
    He wasn’t sure how

long they stood there in the hall, in each other’s arms. He only knew he needed

Tristan’s strength in those moments and didn’t want

him to let go. Once he’d finally pulled himself together, Tristan ducked and

removed Luke’s boots and jeans. It was such a practical gesture, yet stunningly

kind and touching.
    They found their way

to his bed and Luke shyly drew back the covers ,

instinct he didn’t know he possessed taking over. Tristan kept his eyes on him

as he stripped away his pants and, together, they climbed under the covers.

Nothing else happened, but those hours that followed changed everything.
    Tristan was able to

hold Luke in a way no one else ever had. Their bodies

curled into each other and something about his presence made everything—for the

first time in a long time—seem okay.

Chapter Three
    Tristan knew the

moment Luke awakened, because his body immediately st iffened.

Those strong arms and broad shoulders he’d been holding all night tensed and

Tristan wasn’t sure how to prepare for whatever came next.
    It was obvious Luke

had never been with a guy before. Tristan had been born gay, a belief he shared

with most h omosexuals, but Luke had obviously lived

his life as a heterosexual man. Bi?
    Bisexuality confused

him. Tristan liked men. Women were of course beautiful, but in the way a sunset

was beautiful or a flower. There was never any sexual chemistry between him a nd someone of the opposite sex. But maybe Luke was bi.
    As the man in question

grunted, Tristan slid his arm over that