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of the non-Tristan portraits.
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Heat rushed to Cory s face. This isn t what I
wanted. He buried his head in Tristan s shoulder,
preferring the darkness to seeing his photographs
being misused.
Tristan yanked him up straight. You want to move
people, don t you? Isn t that what artists are supposed
to do? Every single one of these photos kindles
something within these people. Some of them stare,
too stunned to say anything. Some of them jack off
because it s the most honest way they have of
expressing themselves. These people know art. They
know what they like. This sort of reaction should be
exactly what you want. Come on.
Cory resisted as Tristan led him toward the line.
We shouldn t
We will. We have to. Now hush.
The line moved slowly. Cory squeezed Tristan s
hand in nervousness, but Tristan didn t seem to care.
People emerged from the room. Some glanced his way
with knowing smiles. Tristan could hide his face, but
not his build or his hair, and it was common enough
for the artist to bring his model to the show. A woman
lingered to run her hands over his back, right over the
scars. Tristan flinched but didn t draw away.
When it was their turn, they went into the room
without hesitation, along with another couple. A slow,
wonderful smile spread over Tristan s face. Depending
on the light, the Tristan in the pictures could have been
a god or a demon or a ghost. There was the one of him
curled up, the scars painfully obvious. One of him on
the rock, arms outstretched. Another of his hand
wrapped around his cock, his face a mask of tormented
pleasure.
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And Cory had left in the bruises from the beating.
There were a few shots of them having sex, one of
Tristan swallowing Cory s cock, with droplets of come
sliding down his chin. A more classic shot of him
sprawled facedown on the bed, hair loose and wild,
buttocks bare and inviting.
And then the first picture Cory took, with the boat
passing and the sun on his face. Tristan kissed Cory on
the cheek. Thank you. Cory threw his arms around
Tristan s neck. Their hips slammed together, Tristan s
hard-on all too obvious. The other couple was already
necking, their hands in each other s pants.
Let me, Tristan whispered. He sank to his knees,
unbuttoned Cory s fly.
If you don t feel well
I always feel well enough for sex. Tristan grinned
as he tugged Cory s underwear down over his bulging
cock. Tristan was good. Too good. He d done this
before with who knew how many men.
Cory grabbed at Tristan s shoulders. Wait. You
don t have to do this. I don t want to be like
Cory. Tristan gazed up at him. I want to. For the
first time in years, I want to fuck a man because I
enjoy it too.
For several breaths, neither said anything. Through
his touch Cory could feel Tristan s arousal, for once
unsullied by the other s presence. Tell me you ll be
okay after tonight. Tell me
He broke off with a gasp as Tristan s soft, wet
mouth swallowed him deeply. Tristan ran his tongue
along the length of Cory s shaft, causing him to groan
at the throbbing heat. Cory ran his hands down
Tristan s back, wishing he had the words to express
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the multitude of thoughts and emotions racing through
his mind. Leaving Tristan was the last thing he
wanted, to give up on their relationship before they
had a chance to explore it fully.
Cory threw his head back as Tristan inserted a
finger between his legs and rubbed at the smooth spot
behind his balls. His tongue swirled around the tip of
Cory s cock and sent delightful shivers through Cory s
body. There was no sign of that dark other, only
Tristan, and through his languorous delight, Cory
sensed Tristan s enjoyment and& love?
The realization took him aback even as Tristan
sucked him harder, rocking Cory s body against him.
Cory moaned as a new emotion struck him. Love. His
heart swelled with the power of such knowledge. He
wanted to tell Tristan so many things, to once more see
his face light up when he ate a cupcake or played with
the dolphin paperweight. He wanted to tell Tristan he
loved him and he was sorry about his part in sending
him back to the hell he d tried to escape. There had to
be a way to save him from this. There had to be.
But Tristan s expert attentions drove all thought but
pleasure out of Cory s head. With practiced ease,
Tristan swallowed the result of Cory s climax. Cory
dropped down beside him, weak from his release and
the knowledge they would never be this close again.
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