It's been a week since he returned from his parents' place, and a week since he and Tristan stopped communicating. This week has had its ups and downs. On the downside, his friends, who are basically his loud coworkers, found out about Tristan. Of course, Dustin spilled the beans; he was bound to do that. Honestly, I didn't think he could keep a secret even if someone threatened him.

When he entered the studio, everyone was watching him closely. He plopped down in a chair and started checking his emails on his computer.

Then he began to overhear their not-so-subtle chatter.

"Why does he look so down? Do you think something's wrong?" Isa asked as they leaned in to gossip.

"Yeah, he seems different. He's not wearing that happy expression from last week, he looks sad," Seth replied. "When is he ever not sad?" Dustin added.

Isa shot him a look. "Come on, you know how Renee has been since Thursday. We've seen him smile a bunch, but today he just seems...really unhappy." She suddenly gasped, as if a light bulb went off. "Do you think it has to do with Tristan?"

Seth nodded. "Maybe they had a fight or something." Dustin looked like he was pondering that thought.

"Yeah, whatever's going on, we need to figure it out," he said.

They all agreed.

Meanwhile, Renee was feeling increasingly uneasy as they talked about him like he wasn't even there.

He wasn't going to pay any mind because he knew if he did, they would want him to spill whatever was going on with him.

Also, their words brought back memories of what happened between him and Tristan. Man, he misses him so much.

It's been two days, but it feels like forever. If he hadn't told Tristan not to call, he would have gotten a call by now. Tristan would have checked in on him, asked about his day, and teased him about random stuff. He would have shared how boring his day was and how much he wanted to see him, how much he enjoyed their conversations.

He missed everything about him-his face, his laugh, his smile, his lips, his body, his annoying little quirks, Everything-he missed it all. He felt pretty helpless, promising himself he wouldn't let himself fall apart again. He was tired of being dragged into someone else's chaos.

Going back to being used was not an option. He wasn't sure if he could ever move on from Tristan, but he had to give it a shot. It felt so unfair that he couldn't have what he wanted, but there was nothing he could do about it.

By the end of the week, he found himself at home, curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching a movie-something he usually avoided, especially the cheesy romantic ones. But here he was, clearly influenced by Tristan more than he realized.

To his surprise, he actually enjoyed this movie. He caught himself smiling at the couples as they talked about their dreams together. The guy's heartfelt confession, the way they looked at each other, and the sweet smiles made him wish for something similar. He longed for someone to gaze at him with love, to tell him he was special, to hold him close. Yet, at the same time, it frustrated him because he knew he might never experience that. Life had always dealt him a rough hand, and this one thing he desperately wanted seemed out of reach. So, he figured there was no point in dreaming about it. Love just wasn't for him.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he grabbed the remote, ready to switch off the movie, when suddenly the doorbell rang. He looked over, his forehead wrinkled and his mouth pressed into a tight line. Who could it be? Nobody ever visits him except... no, it couldn't be. He had made it clear not to come.

Thump thump

His heart raced in his chest, feeling like it might burst out. He bit his lip, torn between excitement and fear. The doorbell chimed again, and he hesitated, unsure whether to answer it. At first, he thought he should just ignore it, but what if it wasn't him? Honestly, he had no idea what he would do if it was actually him. Slowly, he got up and walked to the door, whispering a silent prayer as he stood there. The doorbell rang once more.

His hand hovered over the doorknob, twisting it before he cautiously opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

"Surprise!"

Tristan Torres had just returned from work, feeling completely drained. He had taken on way more projects than usual for a single day, and being an architect was definitely no walk in the park. Every part of him ached with exhaustion. He slammed his car door shut and made his way to the front door, noticing the lights were on inside the house.

He let out a sigh, already knowing who was waiting for him.

Instead of digging for his keys, he just rang the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door swung open, and someone leaped into his arms.

He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing with the added weight. After pulling away from her, he stepped inside.

"Why are you here?" he asked, dropping his laptop bag onto the couch and loosening his tie before collapsing next to it.

Nicole stood in front of him, hands on her hips, giving him a disapproving look.

"Why am I here? I called you, Tristan! You didn't pick up any of my calls," she said, clearly frustrated.

"I was busy," he replied, already feeling bored and just wanting to head to his room for some sleep.

"Still, you could have answered or at least texted me that you were tied up. I wouldn't have worried so much. So, how was your day?"

He sighed again. "Hectic."

She plopped down beside him.

"I told you not to overwork yourself; you might get sick."

"I'm fine," he groaned, stretching his tired limbs.

"Why don't you take a shower while I make dinner?" she suggested. He nodded, stood up, grabbed his things, and dragged his weary body upstairs.

After showering, he changed into gray sweatpants and a black tank top. As he finished, he noticed a red hoodie lying around. Picking it up, he recognized it immediately-it was Renee's, left behind from when they had been messing around.

"Tristan I've gotta go, they need me at the studio," Renee said trying to pry Tristan's wandering hands away from him.

"Fifteen minutes won't hurt," Tristan told him trailing hot kisses from his neck down to his collar bone.

"T-tristan..." Renee choked out his name as he sucked on his sensitive area making sure to leave hickeys on the ones there before.

"Shh..." Tristan pushed him hard against the wall, then he felt him wrapped his fingers on his neck not too tight but enough to draw a slutty moan from him.

All senses of pushing Tristan away flew out the window when the other kissed him feverishly, he started to kiss back almost immediately. His pale body pressed flushed against Tristan's chocolate one.

"J-just fifteen minutes," he said to him and Tristan grinned in return.

Renee felt chills run down his spine at that. He knew he shouldn't have agreed because fifteen was just too small for Tristan but he would be damned if he didn't, he was too whipped for that cock.

Tristan didn't waste time turning him around, his palms laid flat on the wall as Tristan pulled his boxer briefs off.
He pulled his legs apart feeling his hard cock brushed against the wall, Tristan quickly dived down and gave his sore puckering pink hole a lick.

Then he started to eat his ass out, making Renee bit his lips hard suppressing his moans.

Tristan delivered a hard slap on his pink ass, "I want to hear your sweet moans baby,"

"Mmm...." He wiggled his as on Tristan's face, wanting more. "Feel so gooooood,"

Tristan loved hearing him, it made him hard as a Stonehenge. He couldn't wait another second anymore.

He stood up and discarded his own briefs before making Renee arch his back even more.

He ran the tip of his cock on the pale man's wet entrance, "Tristan put it in,"

"Beg for it,"

"Please, please I want it, give it to me." Renee shamelessly begged, and then in a swift motion Tristan thrust deep inside him. He jerked forward his cheek rubbed against the wall, his mouth opened in a gasp as he felt the pleasure and pain shoot through his vein.

"Fuck...!"

Tristan groaned as he pulled out his cock to the tip before thrusting back in earning a loud moan from Renee. He started pounding him hard, his pace relentless. Slapping the others ass as he did so, he loved seeing his white ass pink from all the spankings. It turned him on

"Yes! Oh fuck!" Renee pushed his ass back to take more in which Tristan was happy to oblige. He pushed more of his length into him until he was buried to the hilt. He drew his hips back and forth plunging into him.

Sounds of skins hitting eachother could be heard along with their moans and groans, Tristan wrapped his hand around Renee's neck, before pulling him up to almost standing, making his back do a curve as he put more pressure on the brunette's neck, Renee felt the cock hitting his prostrate over and over again, it was so deep that he could practically feel it in his stomach.

"Shit...Tristan...!"

Tristan's pelvis hit Renee's ass everytime he jerked into him, beads of sweats formed on their skin as pleasure take them whole to another level.

Renee let out a throaty moan as

"I want I want to....cum," Renee said as the familiar knot in the pit of his stomach tightened.

"Not yet," Tristan instructed him.

"Argh! Please..." He cried out, the pleasure becoming too much for him.

"No."

He held onto his orgasm for as long as he can, but with Tristan's brutal fucking, he wasn't sure he could hold on anymore.

Tristan let out heavy breathing as his orgasm approached.

"Cum...cum for me baby,"

Those words felt like heaven to his ears, his body shook violently as he let out spurts and spurts of warm seed out of his dick.

"Tristan...!"

His seed scattered on his abdomen some painting the grey wall of the room. Tristan pulled out, his balls drew up as he started stroking his dick and shot his cum on Renee's red ass. The white sticky fluid painted the red ass and fitted beautifully for his eyes.

Renee closed his eyes and fell limp in his arms, "Oh fuck that was amazing," He breathed out.

Tristan chuckled,"You were going to ditch it just a few minutes ago for the studio,"

Renee eyes flew open almost instantly, he pulled away from Tristan and looked at him with wide eyes, "Shit! I'm late." He glared at Tristan

"Sorry," Tristan smiled sheepishly, "But it isn't my fault you agreed to isn't it?"

"Just shut up," He seethed at him, scrambling around.

Tristan picked up a red hoodie from the bed and cleaned them up.

Renee got into his boxers, and just then he realized.

"I was going to wear that Tristan!" He glared at the man and he wrinkled his nose at the cum stained hoodie.

"You can still wear it," He let out a huff in annoyance pushing Tristan on the bed and Tristan started laughing he stomped to the closet on wobbly legs to find himself a hoodie.

Finally he settled on a black one of Tristan's with his pants. After wearing his shoes he sat up and took his keys and crossing bag.

He found Tristan in the living room in a pyjama pant , he was grinning hard at him and he glared at him, "Wash my hoodie for me, I'll get it later," He said bumping his shoulder with him as he walked past him towards the door.

Tristan quickly ran to the door and opened it for the fuming queen. Renee rolled his eyes but walked out nonetheless.

Tristan stood on the porch as yelled, "Be careful your legs are still weak!"

Renee turned around and gave him the finger.

He laughed and watched as he got into the car and left.