Chapter 53
Love Day Part Two
Lazaros was in his house, pacing around. He wore a two-piece purple sequin suit, black pressed shirt, white tie, and white loafers with a gold clasp. He nervously waited for Ashley to arrive. He glanced in the dining room at the table with the lit candelabras and at the baby grand piano in the corner. He spent the day and night cooking everything to perfection. He didn’t get any sleep and hoped this would be perfect. He cupped his mouth and looked out the window at Deimos’ hacienda. He was glad Makayla wasn’t coming to spoil this otherwise lovely evening.
He heard a knock on the door. Lazaros bit his bottom lip. They’re here, he thought. He rushed over to the door to open it and saw Ashley standing there with Blair, who was dressed in a tuxedo and had his hair slicked back. Ashley wore a light beige button-up shirt, a poncho with sun faces, bell-bottom jeans, and brown sandals. Lazaros’ eyes sparkled at Ashley and he smiled at Blair.
Lazaros: “Thanks for being my pianist on such short notice, Blair.”
He stepped aside to let them in. Blair went to the baby grand piano in the dining room and Lazaros led Ashley to the table, pulling out a chair for them. Blair started playing soft, romantic music.
Ashley gasped and blushed, sitting in the chair, thanking him. There was a plate with fine gold cutlery and an empty wine glass. Ashley’s eyes lit up and sparkled with amazement.
Ashley: “O-Oh my stars! You did all this for me?!”
They squealed, cupping their mouth. Lazaros nodded.
Lazaros: “Yes, of course.”
He went and got a bottle of chardonnay. He used a corkscrew to open it and poured each of them a glass of wine.
Ashley: “I feel like a princess or a prince!”
They beamed. Lazaros entered the kitchen and exited with several silver cloches. He placed them before Ashley, lifting the lid off each, revealing garlic bread with melted parmesan and mozzarella cheese, tomato bruschetta, and deep-fried mushrooms. Ashley’s eyes lit up at the array of delicious food.
Ashley: “Oh wow! You made me a three-course meal?! Th-That’s amazing!”
They cupped their cheeks and started nibbling on garlic bread. Lazaros’ smile spread to show his even white teeth.
Lazaros: “These are the starters! If you want the main courses, I can get those for you.”
He said softly. Ashley’s eyebrows rose.
Ashley: “...Wh-What? There’s more?!”
They gaped at him as they nibbled on their mushrooms.
Lazaros nodded and he rose from the table.
He went into the kitchen and emerged with more cloches. He lifted the lids off them, revealing mushroom ravioli, three-cheese beef lasagna, chicken tetrazzini, and chicken fettuccine alfredo. Ashley’s eyes lit up.
Ashley: “Oh my! It's like you’re running your own restaurant, hahaha!”
They clasped their hands together, admiring the food and salivating at the delicious blend of aromas in the air.
Ashley: “Which plate is mine?”
They asked. Lazaros put a plate in front of them.
Lazaros: “Have as much as you want… and there is dessert… and a gift.”
He said breathlessly as his dark violet eyes had that glint. Ashley’s eyes grew large.
Ashley: “...Dessert AND a gift?!”
They gasped and served up pieces of each dish onto their plate.
Lazaros went into the kitchen and came out with more cloches. He lifted the lids off each, revealing lemon meringue pie, baci cheesecake, and tiramisu. Ashley’s eyes sparkled at the delicious desserts.
Ashley: “Oooh! My fave desserts! WOW! You made ALL this food for me?!”
They squealed and served up each dessert onto their plate.
Ashley: “Wow… this is a lot of food, even for me, hahaha! I wonder how on Reona I’m gonna eat all of this!”
They glanced down at all the plates full of food.
Lazaros: “ I spent the day and night on this for you… I didn’t sleep at all!”
Ashley knit their eyebrows.
Ashley: “Oh my god! You spent all day and night and didn’t sleep… for me?!”
They cupped their mouth. Lazaros nodded and patted Ashley’s shoulder. Ashley glanced down at his hand on their shoulder and shivered.
Ashley: “Wow… this is the sweetest thing anyone has EVER done for me!”
They cried happy tears as they dug into the mushroom ravioli and fried mushrooms. Lazaros shivered and grinned as he watched Ashley. He dished some food for himself and started eating to join them.
Lazaros: “It’s the least I could do. Happy Love Day.”
He raised his glass. Ashley put their fork down and swallowed their food, raising their glass.
Ashley: “Happy Love Day!”
They chirped. They touched glasses and Lazaros sipped on his wine.
Lazaros: “Whenever you want your gift, let me know.”
He purred. Ashley beamed and continued eating.
Ashley: “Oh! I thought you were the gift, haha?”
They teased. Lazaros’ face lit up the room.
Lazaros: “You charmer. Laying on the compliments and eating my delicious food. I’m going to explode.”
He chuckled and straightened his coat. Blair groaned as he resumed playing the piano.
Ashley: “Oh no, don’t explode!”
Lazaros rose and went to his living room. He came out with a white box fastened with an orange bow. Ashley brightened with excitement.
Lazaros: “I had this made for you. So you can dress formally and be you.”
He stated and untied the bow. Lazaros lifted the lid and held up a blood orange blazer with yellow and orange paisley designs, an off-white button-up shirt, blood orange pants with a gold design border going down the sides, and a large brown belt with a circle belt buckle. Ashley cupped their mouth and smiled widely, blushing all over.
Ashley: “OH WOW! Y-you got this for me?! I LOVE it! Thank you! Thank you! Should I put it on now?!”
They exclaimed with a bounce in their step.
They draped their arms around Lazaros, squeezing him tightly into a hug and kissing him on the cheek. Lazaros’ cheeks turned a bright pink, and he hugged them back.
Lazaros: “I’d rather you put it on for your birthday.”
He whispered in their ear. Ashley shivered and chuckled.
Ashley: “Y-You remembered!”
They cried happy tears.
Ashley: “Oh no, I didn’t get you anything!”
They knit their eyebrows. Lazaros smiled and shook his head.
Lazaros: “That’s where you’re wrong… You did. You came and you’re eating my food. That is my present. Your presence is the best present.”
He smiled tightly. Ashley tilted their head.
Ashley: “R-Really?! That’s all you want? Me to eat your food and be around?”
They blushed and scratched their head. Lazaros nodded soberly.
Lazaros: “It’s all I ask.”
He spread his arms out. Ashley took this to mean he wanted them to hug him.
Ashley: “You don’t even need to ask!”
Lazaros hugged them back.
Blair stopped playing the piano and rose.
Blair: “Uh, sorry to interrupt but… have you seen Vanessa, Lazaros?”
He knit his eyebrows. Lazaros paused and gawked at Blair.
Lazaros: “I was making preparations for this day all day and night, so no, I haven’t.”
He said with a hint of aggravation in his tone. Ashley rubbed his shoulder and sat back at the table, resuming their meal.
Blair: “It’s not like her to be out… and I’m worried.”
He bowed his head.
Ashley: “Maybe she found her Love Day lover?!”
They smiled, feeling hopeful and happy for her. Blair glanced at Ashley quizzically and drew a rough breath.
Blair: “That quickly? Love takes time to develop.”
He raked his fingers through his hair, feeling skeptical. Lazaros rolled his eyes. He didn’t care and now he wished he hired a stranger to play piano but he had to get into Ashley’s good graces more and this was working. Just let Blair vent and watch Ashley, and you’re good, he told himself. Ashley glanced up at the clock on the wall.
Ashley: “Maybe she’s home by now?”
They scratched their head. Blair looked away and nodded a bit. He wanted to believe them but he had a bad feeling he couldn’t shake. He resumed playing the piano as Ashley ate.
Ashley pondered on Vanessa and caught Lazaros’ glances at them.
Ashley: “What are you smiling about, Laz?”
They smiled.
Lazaros: “Just you, Ashley. I’m glad you love my food. It warms my heart.”
He clasped his hands over his chest.
Ashley: “Oh? Me? Of course! I love food, but yours is the best!”
They beamed. Lazaros flipped his hair.
Lazaros: “I know.”
He bit his bottom lip.
~
Fabien’s Shelby drove into the parking lot at Pink Top General Hospital. He parked his car and climbed out, wearing a brown trench coat, high socks, and green sneakers on his feet. He carried something in a thermal bag and walked up to the hospital.
He took the elevator to the floor where Craig’s room was, knocked on the doorframe, and smiled at Craig.
Fabien: “Heeey! Happy Love Day, lover boy.”
He purred, and entered the room, closing the door behind him. Craig’s face lit up to see Fabien.
Craig: “FAB!”
He beamed and wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around him. Fabien smiled and leaned over to kiss him deeply.
Fabien: “Sorry I am late. Had to work on Love Day. I got two thousand dollars in tips.”
He chuckled.
He untied his trenchcoat, dropping it to the floor revealing him in his pants. He then slid those off showing his naked body. Craig's face lit up and something else lifted in his pants.
Craig: “Ohhh, fuck yeah!”
He purred, biting his lip. Fabien bent over to take his shoes and socks off. He licked his lips and eyed Craig’s member.
Fabien: “Well, that isn't broken…”
He purred and ran his hand over his hardness. Craig gave him a cheeky grin.
Craig: “Nah, he's still workin’.”
He chuckled.
Fabien climbed on the bed.
Fabien: “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
He asked in a smooth voice as he trailed his fingertips on Craig’s hardness. Craig’s eyes lit up.
Craig: “Ohoho, do I ever?!”
He grinned and paused, his smile fading.
Craig: “But… I wish I could just hold ya in my arms more than anything…”
He confessed, looking sadly at his broken arm and sore arm. Fabien paused and knit his eyebrows. He climbed up and kissed Craig.
Fabien: “You will. Not today but you will.”
He caressed his cheek softly and tenderly. He was careful not to hurt him or aggravate his wounds. Craig smiled lovingly at him and kissed him. He gnashed his teeth in pain as he gingerly raised his sore arm to snake around Fabien.
Fabien: “Careful now…”
He crooned. Craig slowly placed his hand on the small of Fabien’s back, feeling his soft skin under his roughened palm.
Fabien: “I’ll be glad when you’re home… and in your own bed with me.”
He sighed and traced his finger over Craig’s chest. Craig closed his eyes trying to hold onto Fabien no matter how much pain he was in, wanting nothing more than that. For now, he was happy to have his man in his arms.
~
At the Trémaux Château, Victor lay on the living room couch reading. He wore a white button-up shirt with light brown horizontal stripes, bell-bottom jeans, and brown flip-flops. Celeste’s hands rose from the arm of the couch to swiftly take off Victor’s sandals and tickle his feet. He jolted from his concentration and laughed hard.
Victor: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! H-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEY!”
She stopped and poked her head up from the arm of the couch, wearing the wizard hat. She blinked. Victor laughed, removed his glasses, and wiped his eyes.
Celeste: “Got any Love Day plans?”
Victor grimaced.
Victor: “You know, for a hopeless romantic like myself, I never liked ‘Love Day’.”
He said bitterly.
Victor: “You should show your loved ones you love them every day, not one day designated for big companies to make a profit from this meaningless holiday.”
He explained.
Victor: “It’s a commercialized ‘holiday’ built on capitalism.”
He reiterated and rolled his eyes.
Celeste: “Well, I got stuff from Cherry Bomb on sale and I am a witch!”
Victor bit his bottom lip.
Victor: “Oh boy, I can’t turn that down!”
~
Celeste had one of the boxes she bought from Andreas on a table with a long silk tablecloth over it. She popped the latch on the box and opened the lid. Victor’s feet were inside a bed of orange silk.
Celeste: “Hahahahaha, my spell worked! You are just a pair of feet now!”
Victor wiggled his feet.
Victor: “Oh no, what will I ever do?”
He giggled. He was under the tablecloth lying on his stomach. She sniffed them and he laughed.
Celeste: “They smell sweaty, Victor! Not stinky like Craig’s or even Jaclyn’s, but sweaty!”
Victor reddened.
Victor: “S-Sorry. Sometimes that happens when some people get mad at you for no reason at all!”
He said with a hint of bitterness.
She sprayed cooling mint spray on them. He shivered. She rubbed it in them. Victor scrunched and fanned his toes out. She took the cat massagers and turned them on. She scrubbed those all over his feet. Victor shrieked with laughter.
Victor: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHHOHOHOHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHOD!!”
He laughed hard, struggling to move. She used an electric toothbrush and a cat massager. She scrubbed one foot with the electric toothbrush and one with the cat massager. She scrubbed the toothbrush in between his toes. Victor’s laughing became hysterical.
Victor: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOHOHO MY!!”
He laughed in between gasping and pounded the floor.
She placed the other cat massager on his other foot and used two electric toothbrushes on his feet.
Victor: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
He laughed hard, thrashing around and wiggling in the box. Tears streaked his face. He laughed hard between wheezing and he was loving this.
Ivy came downstairs, furious at what she saw.
Ivy: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Celeste stopped.
Celeste: “I transformed Victor into a pair of feet!”
She chirped.
Ivy: “No, you didn’t!”
She huffed.
Ivy: “Victor, why are you doing this?! You gave me a speech about how you hated Love Day and now you’re allowing her to do this!”
Celeste released Victor from the box and he came out from under the table.
Victor: “And I told her the same thing! But I couldn’t turn down being tickled!”
He replied, his voice cracking.
Ivy: “I told you I didn’t want this to happen!”
She snapped. Victor’s bottom lip trembled.
Victor: “Well, I’m always doing something wrong so I may as well do what I want!”
He cried.
Ivy: “That is not the point, Victor!”
She snapped.
Her eyes darted to the empty box of chocolate-covered strawberries.
Ivy: “MY CHOCOLATE STRAWBERRIES!”
She screamed.
Celeste: “They were so good.”
She sighed. Ivy glared at her.
Ivy: “They were MINE!”
She pointed at herself.
Celeste: “I didn’t see your name on them.”
She shrugged.
Ivy: “Victor, why did you allow this?!”
Victor: “I don’t know, she wanted them and your name wasn’t on them.”
He cried.
She pointed to her name on the box.
Victor: “Well, I didn’t notice it! I overlook details! I look at the bigger picture!”
He bawled and flapped his arms.
Ivy: “I wanted to do something today but you didn’t want to but you allowed this!”
She fired back.
Victor: “Because I want it whenever!”
He jumped up, flailing his arms.
Ivy: “The pantry is empty because you’re giving her our food! I’m calling a cab to take me grocery shopping since you don’t want to do anything on this ‘capitalist holiday’!”
She snapped and stormed off.
Victor sank to the floor wailing loudly. He grabbed onto Oliver and cried into his fur. Celeste sighed and slumped down on the couch.
~
Deimos was driving through downtown Pink Top City. Tristan was on the passenger’s side. Deimos wore a black single-breasted two-button suit jacket, a purple button-up shirt with a few buttons undone to expose his platinum necklace, black pants, and black loafers. Tristan wore a black peacoat over his black Italian-cut suit, a royal blue pressed shirt, a dark blue tie, and black wingtip Oxfords.
Deimos tried to focus on the road and not gaze at Tristan. He looked mesmerizing but he always does. Deimos got the two reservations for one of the most upscale restaurants in Pink Top City: Intermezzo.
They arrived at the restaurant, which was a white two-story building with a large patio on the second floor for dining. There was a large palm tree before it. The restaurant had a large window near the two-door entrance with frosted glass and “Intermezzo” in gold letters. The light from the restaurant cast off the name onto the sidewalk.
Deimos parked his car in the parking lot and got out to open the door for Tristan. The two interlocked their arms as they entered the restaurant with Deimos opening the door for Tristan.
They waited in line for the host to seat them. The inside was elegant. It was a large dining area with upholstered seats, linen tablecloths, wine glasses, and fine silverware. The walls were a deep red with dark gray carpet. There was a full bear with black marble countertops and gold trim with wooden barstools and black leather upholstery. Several crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling with dim lighting. Neighboring the bar was a large black baby grand piano.
Deimos took off Tristan’s coat for him. The coat check took his coat to hang it up.
Deimos and Tristan were next in line for the host.
Deimos: “Table for two under Katsaros.”
The host looked through the book, retrieved two menus, and led the two men to a table in the far corner, giving the two some privacy. Deimos pulled out a chair for Tristan where he sat and Deimos sat across from him.
Host: “What can I get you two gentlemen to drink?”
Tristan: “A glass of merlot.”
He smiled tightly.
Deimos: “Corona Extra.”
He looked through the menu. The host nodded and left.
Tristan smiled at Deimos.
Tristan: “This is very lovely, Deimos… How were you able to get a reservation for this place on Love Day?”
Deimos smiled and took Tristan’s hand, kissing each of his fingers. Tristan shivered.
Deimos: “I made a reservation months in advance.”
He declared.
Tristan: “You’re always prepared!”
Deimos tickled the palm of Tristan’s hand. Tristan giggled and shivered.
They intertwined their fingers together.
Deimos: “Anything for you…”
He whispered. Tristan melted hearing those words. A young white man in a waistcoat, shirt, tie, and pants with a black apron approached them.
Waiter: “Hello, my name is Aaron. I’ll be your server. What can I get you gentlemen today?”
He said robotically.
Tristan: “I’ll have the Australian wagyu forty ounce tomahawk chop done rare with fried mushrooms and brussel sprouts.”
He replied.
Deimos: “I’ll have a Pine Tree State lobster with sauteed broccoli and a bread basket.”
Waiter: “Will this be on one bill?”
Deimos nodded.
Deimos: “I am paying for it.”
The waiter took their menus and left.
Tristan folded his hands and rested his head on them.
Tristan: “Thank you, Deimos.”
He whispered. The two leaned in and kissed. The waiter brought Tristan’s glass of merlot and Deimos a Corona Extra in a pilsner beer glass with a lime slice in it. Deimos raised his glass and Tristan followed suit, swirling his wine in his glass.
Deimos: “Happy Love Day.”
Tristan: “Same to you, Deimos.”
They touched glasses and drank from them.
Deimos gazed intently at Tristan.
Deimos: “Tristan?”
Tristan: “Yes?”
Deimos took a sip of beer and set it down.
Deimos: “Did you ever think about what you learned of Robin and… Claude? Do you think she manipulated him into killing her parents?”
Tristan looked away and twisted his mouth.
Tristan: “I don’t know what to think, Deimos.”
He sighed.
Tristan: “I said what I said at the club for Fabien’s sake. As for what I truly believe, I think she may have influenced him to kill her parents but I also think he wanted this. He wouldn’t have killed himself in such a way if he were not guilty.”
He looked away.
Tristan: “When Robin and I attended collège, I attended her ballets and plays but outside of that and school, we never spoke. I don’t know if I ever considered her a friend. She was the only one who didn’t mock and ridicule me.”
He raised his eyebrows.
Tristan: “After I left Nouvelle Gaule, I moved on with my life and forgot about her. She hasn’t forgotten me. I never met Claude. She always complained about him, though.”
He shrugged.
Deimos: “What about what she did to you and almost did to Fabien? Doesn’t that tell you she manipulated Claude?”
He challenged. Tristan pursed his lips.
Tristan: “I’ve factored that into my thoughts. But I also think he’s guilty, too. He just killed himself so he wouldn’t be held accountable.”
He said and sipped his wine.
Deimos: “So… why did you connect with me and not her?”
Tristan drew a long breath.
Tristan: “Yes, Robin and I had deep discussions. I understood her passion for ballets and plays. I watched most of them and read most of the plays but she never asked about me often and aside from discussing ballets and such, she seemed to use me as a soundboard to vent about Claude.”
He said taking on a somewhat irritable tone and straightened his coat.
Tristan: “You’re the first person to ask about me and want to get to know me as a person, not who you want me to be. I always felt no one loved me for who I am and loved their idea of me… until I met you.”
He smiled.
Deimos: “Why wouldn’t I love you? You’re the most amazing person I have ever met.”
Tristan blushed.
Tristan: “Stop.”
He said playfully with a smile.
Deimos smiled tightly.
Deimos: “What made you stop crushing on Ivy?”
Tristan drew a short breath.
Tristan: “She snapped at me for being late for a lunch date when Dougal held Ashley and their friends hostage the day before. I had a lot on my mind. Our… groomer came back. Instead of trying to understand I meant no harm toward this, she snapped at me.”
He said with bitterness and sighed.
Tristan: “But she wasn’t my person either and it worked out. I don’t hate her or resent her but it didn’t happen for a reason. I didn’t know if I loved you back and I didn’t want to lead you on. I regret not knowing I loved you sooner than I did.”
He knit his eyebrows.
Tristan: “I’m sorry, Deimos.”
He said sadly. Deimos took his hand.
Deimos: “You have nothing to be sorry for. Don’t worry about what could have been if you did this sooner… You did it and now we’re in love.”
Tristan smiled a bit.
~
After the two ate, the waiter brought the bill totalling to four hundred dollars. Deimos gave him the credit card and calculated a tip. When the waiter brought it back, he signed the receipt and left. Deimos put Tristan’s coat back on him and opened the door ready to indulge in some tickling fun.
Deimos drove past his house, not paying attention to the lights being all off and went straight to Tristan’s. They entered the house, Deimos carrying Tristan and kissing him, ignoring Celeste on the couch watching wrestling with Francis on her lap.
Deimos and Tristan entered his bedroom, and he placed Tristan on his bed hovering over him, kissing him deeply and passionately. Tristan ran his hands down Deimos’ chest.
He seized Tristan’s wrists and smirked.
Deimos: “I have a surprise for you…”
Tristan: “Oh?”
He smiled. Tristan nodded to the pillows. Deimos saw the black silk pillowcases had Deimos’ named embroidered in big, bold letters on the right pillow and Tristan’s named embroidered in cursive letters. Both were embroidered in gold. Deimos’ breathing hitched.
Deimos: “Tristan…, these.”
Tristan nodded.
Tristan: “And I got some pillow cases for your pillows at home.”
Deimos: “Hahahahaha, I didn’t need silk.”
Tristan: “I do. It’s good for my hair… and yours.”
He touched his nose with his forefinger.
Deimos: “My high maintenance fancy prince.”
He kissed his hand and the two kissed.
Deimos: “Thanks, Tristan…”
Deimos rose and went to the Chocolate Shop bag to fetch the chocolate heart for Tristan. Tristan gasped and his green eyes sparkled with delight.
Tristan: “Oh, Deimos! I love this!”
He took the box and ran his forefinger over the box.
Tristan: “Thank you…”
He said softly and kissed him.
Deimos: “It’s not all…”
Tristan: “No?”
Deimos reddened and went to bring his Cherry Bomb bag over. He took out some restraints, a blindfold, and electric toothbrushes, feathers, Wartenberg wheels, and cat massagers. Tristan cupped his mouth and reddened. Deimos also reddened.
Deimos: “Whenever you’re ready…”
He raked his fingers through his hair. Tristan bit his bottom lip and gazed at Deimos with sultry eyes.
He laid back in his bed and put his wrists up. Deimos smiled at him, grabbed his wrists and secured them to the headboard. He slid Tristan’s glasses off and tied the blindfold around his eyes. He kissed Tristan.
Deimos: “You know our safe word.”
Tristan nodded. Deimos slid his hands down Tristan’s legs and to his feet. He pulled off his sheer socks and massaged his slender, soft soles. Tristan threw his head back and moaned. He curled his toes and fanned them out.
Deimos bit his bottom lip and pulled out a Wartenberg wheel with three rows of spikes. He rolled the wheel on Tristan’s soles. Tristan jumped and laughed hard.
Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Deimos smirked and held his toes back as he rolled it on the balls of his feet. Tristan arched his back and howled with laughter.
Tristan: “MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
He laughed and thrashed against his bonds. Deimos snaked his arm around his ankles, turned on the electric toothbrush and scrubbed all over his feet. Tristan screamed with laughter and gasped in between laughing.
Tristan: “AHHHHHHHH!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! DEIMOHOHOHOHOHOS!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAA!!”
He laughed hard, jerked his legs and thrashed around. Tears dripped down his cheeks getting the blindfold wet as the intense tickling continued.
Deimos felt his hardness through his pants and was glad that Tristan had the blindfold on and couldn’t see this. Deimos kissed his soles and he vigorously tickled them. Tristan laughed hard and wheezed and heaved in between laughing.
Tristan: “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
He shrieked with laughter and arched his back.
Deimos’ pager buzzed and he ignored it as he immersed in tickling Tristan.
~
After the intense tickling, Tristan had his suit jacket removed, his tied loosened, and a few buttons undone on his shirt. He lied on Deimos’ chest catching his breath and Deimos had his arm over him.
Tristan: “This night was magical, Deimos…”
He said in a breathy voice. Deimos smiled at him and kissed him.
Deimos: “Thanks, Tristan.”
Deimos’ pager buzzed again. He rolled his eyes. He reached over to the nightstand to look at the number. It was Lazaros. Deimos sank his head into the pillow and his eyes went into a full roll. Tristan looked up at him.
Deimos: “Why is he paging me at this hour?”
Tristan: “To boast about feeding Ashley?”
He chuckled.
Deimos: “Yeah, this is what I need to finish this night off. Hearing him tell me in detail about Ashley eating and there are no sexual undertones in the way he describes it either.”
He said dryly. Tristan broke out into a fit of laughter.
Tristan: “I can’t laugh anymore, Deimos…”
Deimos drew a long breath.
Deimos: “Should I call him back?”
Tristan: “He paged you several times in the span of a few minutes. It maybe urgent, Deimos. If it’s not, tell him you will listen to his feeder fantasies another time.”
Deimos begrudgingly opened the drawer to get his cellphone and dialled Lazaros’ number. He lay back and Tristan rested his head on Deimos’ chest.
~
Lazaros watched Ashley indulge in the delicious food he made them while Blair joined them. Lazaros ignored him and focused solely on Ashley. Ashley was getting full and put down their fork.
Ashley: “That was sooo good! I’m so satis-filled!”
They purred at Lazaros and rubbed their tummy. Lazaros’ dark violet eyes glittered.
Lazaros: “And you did an excellent job!”
He clasped his hands together. Blair rolled his eyes. What does Ashley see in this pompous douche? He wondered.
Ashley: “...Uhh, why do you keep looking at me like that?”
They blushed and rubbed the back of their neck.
Lazaros: “Because you are eating my food and that makes me happy!”
He grinned. Blair rolled his eyes.
Lazaros: “Wait until your birthday.”
He rubbed his hands together. Ashley’s eyes widened.
Ashley: “Oh, wow!”
He heard the phone ringing. He went to the foyer, and picked up the phone.
Lazaros: “Deimos? Is that you?”
Deimos rolled his eyes.
Deimos: “Yeah. You kept paging me. What do you want?”
He asked irritably.
Lazaros: “Why are the paramedics at your house? I didn’t panic because I didn’t see your car in the driveway.”
Deimos froze and the color drained from his face.
Deimos: “...What do you mean?”
Tristan noticed the shift in his demeanor and knit his eyebrows.
Lazaros brushed the curtain aside. The flashing red and blue lights cast in his living room as he watched the ambulance trucks parked in front of his old childhood home.
Lazaros: “I don’t know, Deimos. This is why I called you.”
Deimos paused.
Deimos: “I’ll be right there.”
He said as he pressed the end button on his phone.
Tristan caressed his face.
Tristan: “What’s wrong?”
Deimos: “The paramedics are at my house. I’m going to check it out.”
He said tersely. Tristan nodded.
Tristan: “I’ll come with you.”
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