Happy Birthday Darlin'

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or characters therein, nor do I own the song Happy Birthday Darlin'

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships) and swearing. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

“Indicates normal speech of course”
~Song Lyrics~
*Person on the other end of the phone*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLIN’
By Terra


A short time ago, it would have been extremely odd to hear laughter within the walls of the Kaiba mansion. Now however, the rooms rang with the joyous sound, a large portion of which came from Seto Kaiba himself.

No one from a year ago would recognize the young CEO as he sat in his living room, laughing at the look on friend Tristan Taylor’s face. Shocked didn’t even begin to describe it.

Seto’s three year old daughter, Kira, was explaining, quite graphically her first attempt at using the potty like a big girl.

“Okay, pumpkin, time for you to go to bed,” Still chuckling, Amara scooped the child up, rescuing the beleaguered man. Tristan heaved an audible sigh of relief.

“But Mommy, I din’t tell Unca Twis’en ‘bout how I wip-did my butt good.” The child squirmed frantically, trying to escape. Her mother deftly flipped the light child over her arm and regained a firm grip.

“T.M.I., bright eyes.” Tristan had already learned more about toilet training a toddler than he had ever wanted to know. “Actually, I’m more impressed with that move of your mom’s.”

“Mommy!” The child stratallyally tried another ‘sure fire’ tactic to delay the inevitable. “I din’t gif night-night huggys and kisses!” Amara rolled her eyes but gave into her daughters demands.

The little girl made her way around the room giving each person present equal attention. “Night-night Unca Twis’en, an happy bufday. Be sure you don’ tell anybodys you wiss. It won’t come twu.” She gave her favorite uncle an extra hug to grow on. “Not efen Unca Joey,” she added, shaking a finger at him.

“I won’t,” he promised. “Good night, Kira.” Tristan smiled fondly at the child as she ran to her father.

Kira climbed into Seto’s lap. “Daddy, weed me a sto-wee, peas?” Kira tucked clasped hands under her chin, tilted her head slightly to the side, and grinned, batting her eyes. Seto never had a chance.

“Did your mother teach you to do that?” He asked his daughter, trying unsuccessfully, to hide a smile.

“No. Unca Wee-o did.” Kira pointed to Bakura.

Seto knew full well the child could tell the difference between the two men. He frowned at the white haired spirit. Bakura just grinned.

“I will, as soon as I see Uncles Joey and Tristan out.” He ruffled the tight red curls on the child’s head.

“Out where, Daddy?”

“They have to go home, Kira.” Seto explained. Her mouth made a tight little ‘O’ and she nodded. “Now, go with mommy.”

Everyone watched the little girl run over and jump into her mother’s arms. She waved at the group of men over her shoulder.

“Mommy!!” Amara jumped, scrambling not to drop the child. “Daddy rub-did my kiss off!!”

“No he didn’t, pumpkin. He rubbed it in, so it’ll last longer.”

Kira looked at the other nine men in the room expectantly. In unison, they raised their hands and rubbed the spot where Kira had given them their goodnight kiss.

“Who’d have thought the big bad CEO of Kaiba Corp, the man who can make grown men twice his age whimper and wet themselves with just a look, can be brought down by a pair of big green eyes under a pile of red curls.” Joey chuckled.

“Up yours, puppy.” Seto tried to look fierce and failed miserably.

“That’s Tristan’s job. Thank you.”

“Damn straight.” Tristan pulled Joey into a tight one armed embrace.

After saying their farewells to the rest of the group, Tristan and his lover followed Seto to the door. “Joey, Amara wanted me to give you this if she couldn’t.” He handed a paper wrapped set of keys to the blond. “Where are you guys off to now?”

Tristan shrugged. “Joey won’t say. I’ve been bugging him about it all day but he’s not let anything slip.”

Seto took on a shocked look. “The world must be coming to an end, the puppy hasn’t barked all day.”

Joey looked up from reading Amara’s note. “Ass.”

“Got one.”

“And a very nice one at that.” Amara stepped off the stairs, coming over to give Seto a kiss. “Your daughter requests the honor of your presence.”

Seto gave Tristan a hug, “Happy birthday, Tris.” He turned to Joey, “Take care of him pup.”

“I always do.” Joey returned the tall brunet’s hug.

Seto walked up the stairs to read his daughter her bedtime story, pausing at the top to scoop up said child, returning her to her room.

Amara followed Joey and Tristan out to the garage. Tristan stopped beside his motorcycle, frowning as Joey and Amara walked on past him.

“Joey?”

Joey stopped beside a red sports car. “Yes, Tristan,” he smirked. “Problem?”

Amara couldn’t help laughing at Tristan’s confused look. “You guys are taking my T-top.” She pulled a slightly stunned Tristan into a hug, kissing his cheek. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

Joey came over wrapping his arms around the slender woman. “You sure about this, Mara?”

“Yep. It’s all set up. The blue key is for the house, red is for the car.” She squeezed Joey tightly. “Use the radar detector, and it shimmies over one eighty-five.”

Joey looked stunneYou’You’ve had it that fast?”

Amara chuckled, “No, Yugi did. Scared the shit out of him too.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Grinning, Joey slid into the driver’s seat and started the car. Amara punched in the security code for the gate, and they were off.

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The two men rode in silence for about thirty minutes, the stereo playing quietly.

“Okay Joey. Give. Where are we going?” Tristan’s curiosity was getting the better of him. His blond lover had been hinting all day about a surprise he had planned for Tristan’s special day.

“Well, I guess I can tell you,” Joey glanced over out of the corner of his eye. Tristan leaned forward expectantly. “We’re going to Seto’s beach house.”

“Why?”

“That was not part of the question,” Joey teased.

Tristan rolled his eyes, falling back into the seat. “It’ll take two and a half hours to get there. What are we going to do there so late at night? And I have work tomorrow.”

Joey winked at Tristan, “I can think of a few things,” he wagged his tongue at the brunet. “Besides, I’m in good with your boss.” Tristan shook his head, grinning. “And...” Joey took a small black box from under the driver’s seat and plugged it into the lighter, setting it on the dash. “It’ll only take half the time in a little red T-top with ‘Amara’s toy’ on the license plate.” Joey floored the gas and the car shot forward.

"Cops! Joey cops!” Tristan gripped the dashboard so hard his knuckles turned white.

“No problem,” he pointed to black box on the dash, blinking green lights. “Radar detector.” Joey was obviously enjoying himself.

“Those things don’t work that good.” Tristan was getting a little concerned with the slightly maniacal look the blond had on his face.

“Naw,” Joey waved a hand dismissively. “Seto built this one.”

Tristan eased back in the seat. At least he wouldn’t be going to jail tonight; he might wind up in the morgue, but definitely not jail. Joey took a curve, swinging wide. “Damn! This thing corners like its on rails!” Yep, beach house or morgue, Tristan was definitely ending up at one or the other tonight.

He was betting on the morgue.

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Joey parked the car alongside the beach house. They had made excellent time, even for Amara’s sports car. He planned to ask her if he could borrow this little baby again. He glanced over at the passenger seat.

Tristan looked a bit...green.

“Tristan,” hazel eyes blinked once. “We’re here.” Joey had never seen a person exit a car so fast in his life.

Tristan slammed the car door closed. “I drive on the way back.” He glared at the grinning blond.

“Sure, this baby’s a great ride!”

Tristan looked at Joey as if he’d grown an extra set of arms. Shaking his head, Tristan headed for the house, “You got keys?”

“We aren’t going in the house, Tris.” Joey slipped off his shoes, setting them back in the car. “We are going this way,” he pointed down the beach. “Take off your shoes first.”

Tristan followed Joey’s example, then took his outstretched hand, “What are we going to do on the beach?”

Joey smirked, “Secret.” He pressed his lips to Tristan’s.

Tristan slipped his arms around the blond’s waist, pulling him close. He deepened the kiss as he parted his lips at Joey’s questing tongue.

Joey slid lightly over Tristan’s teeth then caressed the top of his mouth before he entwined his tongue around Tristan’s in an all too familiar yet still seductive dance. Tristan moaned appreciatively, caressing the blond’s slender form. Joey slid his hands up Tristan’s neck, fisting them in the soft brown hair. He wrapped a leg over Tristan’s hip, grinding against his lover’s body. Both men moaned at the sudden friction.

Tristan pulled back. “Golden angel,” he whispered, running his fingers through Joey’s bangs. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Let’s get going... then you can have your fill of me.” Joey teasingly brushed his fingers across the now very evident bulge in Tristan’s pants.

Tristan wrapped an arm around Joey’s waist possessively, “Never happen.”

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They walked down the beach in silence, arms around each other, enjoying one another’s company. Joey gazed out across the water, watching the moonlight dancing among the ripples. It brought back fond memories of earlier times when the two of them had been to this very beach.

Tristan’s eyes never left Joey. He was completely entranced by his amber eyed love. The moonlight glinted off his golden hair, creating the illusion of a shining halo around the blond, giving him an angelic look.

“Beautiful,” Joey breathed, leaning against Tristan.

“Very.” Tristan agreed, running his fingers along Joey’s face to cup his cheek, leaning in to lightly brush their lips together.

“I meant the water.” Joey couldn’t stop the blush creeping across his face.

Tristan looked up at the moon dappled waves. “It’s nice, but...” he leaned down, kissing each of Joey’s eyes before reclaiming his lips. “It doesn’t compare to you.”

Joey embraced his lover, laying his head over his heart. Tristan placed a finger under Joey’s chin, tilting his head up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Joey closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

“As much as I am enjoying this, we need to get going.” He sighed longingly and pulled from the warm embrace. “It’s not much farther.”

“This must be some surprise you have planned.” With one arm, Tristan kept the blond close as they walked.

Joey merely shrugged.

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They stopped in front of the white gazebo situated near the edge of Seto’s property. “Here we are.”

They both had been there before. It was where Tristan had first admitted he loved Joey to Amara and Yugi, as well as himself. It was also where he had confessed his love to Joey, and where he had discovered the blond felt the same for him.

Its appearance had been changed somewhat. Sheer curtains hung down from the roof, obscuring the inside from the outside world. Tristan could make out only vague shapes, nothing more.

“Give me just a sec before you come in.” Joey disappeared behind the gauzy barrier.

Tristan heard the rasp of a match being struck then saw Joey moving around the circular structure creating tiny flickering points of light. Joey stood in the center of the twinkling points and removed his shirt, soon followed by his pants.

Tristan’s own pants suddenly felt very constricting.

“Come on in, baby.”

Tristan parted the curtains and his heart jumped at the sight before him.

On a low bed, sitting slightly off center of the open area, lay Joey, among a rainbow of scattered rose petals. He wore the forest green silk shirt Tristan had bought him for his first gallery showing, unbuttoned with a pair of matching boxers.

“This bed is rather lonely with just me in it.”

Tristan couldn’t figure out which was more sexy, the way Joey looked or the way Joey sounded.

“Why don’t I keep you company then?” His own voice was low and husky.

Tristan walked towards the bed, stopping when Joey held up a hand and pointed to a set of clothes lying on a bench. He picked them up, a silk shirt and boxers similar to Joey’s except dark maroon in color. With a smirk, Tristan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his pants, sliding it sensuously down his arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Joey murmured appreciatively.

He then slid his hands along the waistband of his pants, bringing them together to flip open the button and pull the two sides apart, sliding the zipper down. He slid his pants and boxers off at the same time, turning his hips slightly to tease his lover with his proud erection. Once dressed, Tristan lay down beside Joey, pulling him into a passionate kiss, demanding yet still tender.

“So what do you have planned for us, love?” he whispered breathlessly.

“Something we haven’t done in a long time.”

Joey reached behind the bed and light instrumental music began to softly play. He then reached up, pulling a rope at the head of the bed and the curtains parted, letting the moonlight spread across the interior of the gazebo. With a parting kiss, he slid off the bed, bringing Tristan to stand beside him. Joey pulled him into his arms and they began to move slowly in time to the music.

Tristan nestled his cheek against Joey’s hair, inhaling the fresh scents of vanilla and the outdoors. “We haven’t danced in the moonlight since I told you I loved you.”

Joey pressed a gently kiss over Tristan’s heart. “I thought it would be appropriate to come here.”

“So, is this my birthday present?”

“No.”

Tristan chuckled slightly. “When do I get it?”

“You don’t.” Tristan looked at him confused. Before, Joey had always made a big deal over Tristan’s birthday.

Joey took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m not giving you a birthday gift this year. Instead, I plan to take a few things away.”

~Hello Darlin’
Happy Birthday
I’ve decided not to give you a present this year.
In fact, I think it’s about time I took some things away.~

Fear gripped Tristan’s heart. All he could see was his entire world shattering, again.

Joey took Tristan’s face in his hands and looked into worried hazel eyes. “These past few months have been hard on me, but I know they have also been hard on you even if you have denied it. You all saved me from my personal hell and gave me back my life. Then I was given the most precious thing in the world,” he stood up and kissed trembling lips softly. “Your love,” he murmured.

Tristan tightened his hold on the blond, praying his worst fears would not come to pass. “Joey, I...”

Joey pressed fingertips to Tristan’s lips, silencing him. “Let me finish, baby. Please?” Tristan swallowed against the rising lump in his throat and nodded. “While I was getting my life together, yours was falling apart.”

Tristan closed his eyes, fighting the tears that threatened to fall, not wanting to remember his family’s reaction when he told them of his love for Joey. To say it had been bad was an exaggerated understatement. His entire past had been ripped from him simply because he chose Joey to be his future.

Joey’s hand lovingly caressed his cheek, bringing him back to the present. His breath hitched at the love and adoration he saw shining up at him from amber eyes. He had never come to regret his choice. And at that exact moment, he knew he never would

~I’d like to take away the suspicion that I know clouds your world at times.
By giving you some faith to hold onto whenever your hand is not in mine.~

“Along with everything else, you lost the security you had in your life. And I know finding out I was prostituting myself for money didn’t help.” Joey felt Tristan’s arms tighten around him. The brunet knew Joey’s past still caused him pain. “I hear you talk in your sleep; you think I’ll go back to that sometimes, either for the money or to try and find those guys who gave me... ‘gifts’.” A slight shudder ran through the blond at the memory.

Tristan sighed deeply, “No, not to find those guys. Not really.” He ran a thumb lightly over the knuckles of Joey’s hand. “But you deserve so much more than I can offer you right now. Or probably will ever be able to.”

Placing a kiss in the palm of Tristan’s hand, Joey held it close to his heart. “Baby, you have given me everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. Love, security, a home to call my own, and a family. You are all I’ve ever wanted, and all I will ever need.”

With a quiet sob, Tristan took Joey in his arms, cradling him next to his chest as all his fears washed away with his lover’s heartfelt words. “Gods, I thought you...”

“No.” Joey cut him off. “Never, I’ll never leave you, as long as you want me. Not for another person or money or anything.” He grinned up at the man he loved. “You’re stuck with this mutt for life.” He stretched up planting a tender kiss on the brunet’s lips.

Tristan clung to Joey as if he would fade away. “Doubt that will be long enough.”

~Happy birthday darlin’.
I’ve no presents, no fancy cake.
And I hope you’ll be happy with everything I take.~

They danced together a few moments before Joey pulled back. “I’ve also canceled with the studio and decided to take Seto up on his offer for an addition to the garage.” He smiled at the joy on Tristan’s face. “If I can paint at home, we’ll have more time together after you get home from work and we can have the weekends together to do some of those things we’ve always wanted to, like that rock garden.”

“I’d like that... very much, angel.” Tristan murmured.

~I’d like to take away some of your lonely moments by spending some of mine with you.
And I’d like to take away some of those so-so kisses and replace them with ones that really say ‘I love you’.~

Joey pulled Tristan down into a kiss, pouring everything he felt for the brunet into it.

Tristan pulled away gasping for air. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“Sign of things to come,” Joey kissed him again with equal fervor. “I plan to do away with those fears you have. You will never doubt how much I love you again.” Joey sighed, leaning into Tristan. “I’m not good at this love and relationship stuff. I grew up thinking love meant hurting, for everyone involved.” He gently ran a thumb over a well defined cheekbone, “And I’ve hurt you... by holding back.”

Tristan brushed Joey’s hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “Love, I understand. Your family wasn’t exactly the best example of a loving relationship.”

Joey nodded in agreement, “I know.” Amber eyes searched hazel, “You can’t tell me the way I’ve acted hasn’t hurt you and left you feeling insecure.”

He sighed, tightening his embrace. Never saying a word.

“See? I want us to create the kind of family neither of us ever had, one filled with unconditional love. So... I’m taking a page from the Seto and Bakura book on love.” Tristan gave him a questioning look. “I’m going to show my love for you in every way I can, and if the world doesn’t like it, it can go fuck itself.”

Tristan laughed, “Sounds like them, don’t it?”

“Ummm,” Joey agreed. “And I plan on starting right now.”

~I wanna take away the doubt you have sometimes about my love.
By showing it more, much more than I have lately.~

Joey pushed Tristan’s shirt off his shoulders and began to press tiny kisses along his neck. His hands explored anew the perfectly muscled chest they knew so well. Tristan groaned at his lover’s teasing touch. It never ceased to amaze him how well Joey knew his body to be able to excite him so intensely.

But there was something different in the blond’s movements tonight. He touched Tristan as if he were...fragile or... sacred.

Tristan slipped his hands under Joey’s shirt, caressing the smooth skin underneath. He felt the blond shudder under his hands as a throaty moan escaped him.

Joey pulled him down into a searing kiss, delving deeply into his lover’s mouth, tasting the uniqueness that was Tristan. He brushed his lips against Tristan’s one final time before pulling back. “Tristan Taylor, I love you.”

A single tear fell from each hazel eye. Joey tenderly kissed them away before capturing soft lips once again.

Without breaking the kiss, Tristan carefully moved back until his legs brushed the edge of the bed. He knelt; sliding the green boxers down Joey’s well muscled legs then pressed a kiss to the inside of his hip. He lazily drew his tongue across the head of Joey’s erection, feeling the muscle twitch at the unexpected sensation as he tasted his lover’s essence.

Tristan slowly worked his way up his lover’s body, kissing lightly at his naval, ribs, and nipples before nipping his neck and tracing the outer shell of his ear. He grinned at the wordless moans coming from the blond. With a single swift motion, Tristan pushed green silk from lightly tanned shoulders and pulled Joey’s fully nude body flush against his. Joey slumped against his lover, whimpering as Tristan ground his clothed erection against the blonde.

Tristan stepped back, stripping the maroon boxers from his body then pulled Joey against him once again, repeating his actions this time minus the clothing.

Joey slid his hands down the brunet’s strong arms, grasping both wrists, holding them behind his back. He gently guided his restrained lover down to sit on the bed, settling himself between his legs.

He cupped the back of Tristan’s head as he leaned in to trail light kisses along Tristan’s shoulder and up his neck, stopping at the juncture where neck meets jaw. Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover, Joey continued along his jaw, pausing a brief moment to press their lips together before continuing along the opposite side. Trembling under the blond’s ministrations, Tristan turned his head exposing more skin to those well talented lips.

As Joey worshipped his lover’s face, his free hand ghosted up along the inside of Tristan’s thigh. The light caresses wrung a series of whimpers from the hazel eyed brunet. He gasped as Joey cupped the twin globes between his legs, gently massaging them in his palm.

“Gods... baby...please...” Tristan said panting.

“We have all night and all day tomorrow;” Joey whispered, nibbling at Tristan’s earlobe. “I’m not rushing. I intend to make love to you... all... night... long.”

Tristan groaned and fisted his hands in the long golden locks. Leaning forward, he nipped along Joey’s collar bone, licking each tiny mark in turn to sooth the slight pain. He grew even harder at the keening sounds coming from the blond.

Easing the brunet back, Joey leaned foreword, licking across an already pebble hard nipple. Tristan let his head fall back, whimpering as Joey flicked his tongue over the peak. The blond gently bit down, wringing a cry of pleasure from his lover.

After paying equal attention to the opposite side of Tristan’s body, Joey began to scatter barely felt kisses over his stomach, pausing to slip his tongue in and out of the brunet’s navel. Tristan arched up, trying to press himself further into the wet touch, only to have Joey pull back teasingly.

“Eager, baby?” Joey kissed the tops of Tristan thighs.

“Joey... angel... this is... torture.” It was a struggle for Tristan to get the words out.

Joey smirked, “I can see why Bakura enjoys doing this to Ryou so much.” Before Tristan could comment, Joey slowly slid down his throbbing length, taking him fully into his mouth.

Whatever comment Tristan was about to make flew right out the window at 30,000 feet, going strong.

“Yes...gods yes...baby...so good...” Tristan moaned loudly, clenching at the sheets as Joey hummed around him, sending pleasant vibrations throughout his aching body. He felt as if he were plunging into a wildfire; his body felt unbearably hot. His mind reeled at the multiple sensations bombarding his senses.

Joey swirled his tongue around the engorged flesh, delving into the slit at the top, tasting the salty fluid collecting there. He sucked hard as he eased up along the rigid length then raked his teeth lightly along it as he slowly went back down. He was extremely grateful for the firm grip he had on Tristan’s hips as he bucked up with a ragged cry.

Joey lightly nipped the quivering tip then kissed it before deep throating Tristan, alternately humming and swallowing. He bobbed his head up and down several times, repeating each of his actions.

He released Tristan from his wet cavern, receiving a whine of protest from his lover. Using his thumb, Joey massaged tiny circles over a weak spot located at the base of Tristan’s penis as he licked up the sensitive underside to softly blow across the heated tip.

He felt Tristan tense beneath him. Humming, Joey quickly deep throated his lover, sucking hard before swallowing around him.

Tristan’s eyes clenched tightly as a strangled cry was torn from his throat. His body exploded, spilling his seed into the blond’s waiting mouth. He fell back onto the bed completely spent, gasping for much needed air.

Joey was suddenly drinking in Tristan’s salty-sweet essence. He swallowed eagerly, sucking hard as he did so, leaving behind none of his love’s sweet nectar. He released Tristan’s softening member from his mouth with a quiet pop then lay down beside his exhausted lover.

“Gods, baby, I love seeing you like this,” He whispered, brushing damp, cinnamon locks from Tristan’s face, planting kisses in the wake of his fingers. “You’re beautiful. He moved down to suckle at Tristan’s neck, claiming him as his own.

Tristan wrapped weak arms around his golden angel, holding him as his breathing slowed, and his head cleared. He opened his eyes to stare into the passion filled amber ones of his lover.

“Welcome back,” Joey murmured.

Tristan sighed, “That was...damn...wow.” He kissed Joey’s slightly swollen lips.

“Ready for round two?” Joey smirked softly.

Tristan stared at him wide eyed, “Are you trying to kill me?”

The blond chuckled, “Not until at least round ten or so.”

Tristan moaned in anticipation. “Bring it on, baby.” He pulled the blonde into a burning kiss, demanding entrance. Their tongues battled heatedly for dominance. Neither winning as they broke for a much needed breath of air.

Joey began to re-explore his lover’s body with tongue, lips, and hands. He relentlessly teased every sensitive spot he knew of on Tristan’s body and soon had the tall brunet squirming and writhing beneath him in desire. Tristan wasn’t quite as far gone as Joey wanted him... yet.

He slowed the pace of his ministrations; leisurely trailing soft kisses along Tristan’s collarbone then moving up to tenderly bite at his earlobe. Tristan groaned and shuddered, a passion filled fog began to cloud his mind.

“Let go baby. Don’t think...just feel,” Joey whispered, his breath tickling Tristan’s ear. “Let me make love to you...completely.”

Tristan cried out, arching his body into Joey’s. “Love me angel,” he gasped.

With a tender kiss of promise, Joey slowly slid up his lover’s sweat slick body, making certain to brush Tristan’s rigid length with his own. He wasn’t sure which one of them screamed but it was music to his ears.

He ground his hips harder into Tristan’s, bringing new moans from both of them. He leaned down dragging his tongue slowly across a hard nipple, gently blowing over the wet trail immediately after. This time the cry definitely came from Tristan.

Joey nipped, licked, and kissed his way across Tristan’s chest to his other nipple. He repeated his earlier actions on its twin then began to make his way down the brunet’s trembling body.

Joey swept back and forth across Tristan’s stomach with long lazy strokes of his tongue, pausing only briefly to dip into his navel on each pass. Tristan was groaning wantonly with desire from the blond’s delicate touch.

Joey continued the divine torture down to Tristan’s hips, stopping to suckle at the sensitive juncture of hip and thigh. He pulled a tube of lubricant from under the folded blanket at the end of the bed, and liberally coated his fingers. Joey again kissed the tip of Tristan’s weeping member then slowly circled his tongue around the head as he eased a slippery digit into his lover’s trembling body.

As Joey eased his finger in and out of Tristan’s entrance, he massaged his inner thigh with the other. Resting his head on his lover’s hip, he would lean over pressing light kisses on the hot skin beneath him while continuing to prepare his lover’s body.

Tristan was reduced to fisting his hands into the damp sheets beneath him, writhing, and moaning in desperation. Joey was driving him insane. He hadn’t felt this hot, loved, or out of control in a long time.

“Joey, I...uhhh.... I can’t....hold out...mmmmm...much longer.” Tristan practically sobbed.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it come,” Joey planted an open mouth kiss to Tristan’s parted lips as he slid a second finger home. “I love you.”

Tristan bucked up onto Joey’s fingers at those words, causing his lover to hit the bundle of nerves buried inside his body. He cried out thrashing his head back and forth, tears of pleasure and frustration sliding down his face. Joey slowly worked the brunet’s entrance, scissoring his fingers to stretch his lover’s body.

“Now... baby...PLEASE...” Tristan was begging, lost in his need for the blond.

Joey pulled up, taking Tristan’s kiss swollen lips with his own. “Shhh... Love, soon. You haven’t done this often. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care, baby. I just want to feel you inside me... now.” Tristan thrust up, punctuating his words.

Tristan gave another strangled sob as Joey eased a third finger inside his body. He moved his hand in and out spreading his fingers, gently loosening his lover further. He twisted his hand once again brushing against the brunet’s prostate.

Tristan was panting harshly, his eyes lidded. “...take me...now, baby.” He reached up a shaking hand and caressed the blond’s cheek. He whimpered when Joey removed his fingers from his body, and again as he watched as the blonde slowly spread the slick gel over his lengthy erection.

‘I love you, Tristan.” Joey pushed inside the brunet with one fluid stroke, seating himself fully. Tristan gave a ragged sob of completion at the intrusion, drowning out the blond’s moan as the incredibly tight heat surrounded him.

He held completely still, waiting for Tristan to adjust before continuing. Shortly, Tristan rocked his hips against the blond, signaling him to move.

Joey pulled nearly completely out, leaving only the tip inside the tight warmth before thrusting back in, brushing against that same nerve bundle. Within moments, Joey had established a slow but steady rhythm. Tristan rising up, meeting each stroke with a quiet moan.

Tristan lifted a weak arm to clumsily entwine his finger in golden silk. He cupped Joey’s neck to bring him down for a passionate kiss. After releasing the blond, he ghosted his fingers down the firm chest to lightly pinch a hardened pink nipple. Joey couldn’t stop the sound of pleasure coming from his throat even if he had wanted to.

Losing himself in the feel of his lover’s body, Joey quickened his pace, angling his thrusts to hit Tristan’s sweet spot dead on every time. The brunet’s breathing began to quicken and his body began to involuntarily shudder. He lifted one of Tristan’s legs over his shoulder, providing him deeper penetration with each thrust. He began to stroke Tristan’s near painful erection firmly and smoothly in time with his thrusts.

Joey leaned foreword, “Come for me, love.”

Tristan was sent over the edge by Joey’s gentle command. He rose up off the bed, screaming his lover’s name, digging blunt nails into the blond’s arms as he came violently. His seed splattered across their stomachs and chests, some even hitting Joey’s chin.

Tristan’s body clamped down around Joey’s hardness. With a final thrust, the blond cried out as he climaxed deep inside his lover.

Both men clung to each other riding the waves of ecstasy before collapsing in exhaustion. They lay content and completely sated, waiting for breathing to return to some form of normallcy.

Joey carefully withdrew from Tristan, intending to settle himself beside his lover. He stopped when tired arms wrapped around him, holding him in place.

“No, stay there. Please, angel.” Joey nestled back into his lover’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, pressing soft kisses to the cooling skin.

Tristan kissed the top of Joey’s head. “Thank you, golden angel.”

Joey looked up into hazel eyes filled with love, “For...?”

“The best birthday gift I never got.” Tristan pulled his lover up, capturing his lips. “I love you Joey Wheeler.”

Joey struggled to stifle a yawn then smiled sheepishly. “I love you.”

Tristan pulled the blankets over their cooling bodies, “Sleep, baby.” He held his golden lover close.

“If you get hungry,” Joey smirked knowingly. “Amara packed some food baskets for us; they’re under the bed.” He gave a jaw popping yawn; his eyes slipping closed.

With a final kiss, Tristan soon followed his lover into slumber.

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~Then if someone should ask what I got you for your birthday.
You can say he didn’t get me anything but he sure took a lot of things away.~

Tristan was pulled from his pleasant dreams by the incessant beeping of his cell phone. Stretching with his arm, while trying not to wake the sleeping angel on his chest, he snagged the cuff of his pants, yanking them to him with a flick of the wrist. He dug through his pockets and silenced the annoying device.

“Ummmm...?” He answered sleepily, not caring who was on the other end.

*So, what did Joey get you for your birthday, handsome?*

“Nothing,” He lightly kissed Joey’s cheek. “But I loved everything he took away, and I did get my birthday wish.”

Amara was still laughing as he tossed the phone out onto the sand.

The End

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